All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x02] - Where No Man Has Gone Before

Captain's log,

Star date 1312.4.

The impossible
has happened.

From directly ahead,

we're picking up
a recorded distress signal,

the call letters
of a vessel

which has been missing
for over two centuries.

Did another Earth ship once
probe out of the galaxy

as we intend to do?

What happened to it
out there?

Is this some warning
they've left behind?

Your move, Captain.

We should have
intercepted by now.

The bridge said
they'd call.

I'll have you checkmated
your next move.

Have I ever mentioned

you play a very irritating game
of chess, Mr. Spock?

Irritating?

Ah, yes. One of
your Earth emotions.

Certain you don't know
what irritation is?

The fact one of my ancestors married
a human female--

Terrible having
bad blood like that.

[Whistle Blows]

Bridge to briefing lounge.

Object is now within
tractor beam range.

No visual contact,
Mr. Kelso?

No, sir. It's too small
to be a vessel.

It reads about
1 meter in diameter.

Not large enough
even for a lifeboat.

Small enough to bring it aboard, sir.
lf you want to risk it.

Lock onto it,
Mr. Kelso.

Materializer
ready, sir.

Bring it aboard.

Old-style ship recorder
that could be ejected

when something
threatened the ship.

More like destroyed the ship,
in this case. Look at it.

Burnt, pitted.

Let's hope its tapes
are intact.

- We'll feed it through
Mr. Spock's computer.
- Yes, sir.

[Beeping]

It's begun
transmitting, sir.

Flash the bridge!
Put all decks on the alert!

[Siren]

[Siren Continues]

Hold it, Jim.

Getting into shape?

Yeah. I figured you weren't
on the bridge.

Kelso's voice sounded a
little nervous.

Well, uh, you
finish the game?

Mmm. He played
most illogically.

His next move
should have been the rook.

You're relieved,
Mr. Alden.

Acknowledged,
Mr. Mitchell.

Screen on.

Screen on,
sir.

[Beeping]

Approaching
galaxy edge, sir.

Neutralize warp,
Mr. Mitchell.

Hold this position.

Neutralize warp,
sir.

Address intercraft.

Intercraft open.

This is the captain
speaking.

The object
we encountered

is a ship's
disaster recorder,

apparently ejected from the
S.S. Valiant 200 years ago.

The tapes are burnt out.
Trying the memory banks.

We hope to learn
from the recorder

what the Valiant
was doing here

and what destroyed
the vessel.

We'll move out into our probe as soon
as we have those answers.

All decks, stand by.

Department heads.

You wanted everybody on the bridge
before we left the galaxy.

Jones.

The name's Smith,
sir.

Astro sciences
standing by, Captain.

Engineering division
ready, as always.

Life sciences
ready, sir.

This is Dr. Dehner,
who joined the ship

at the Aldebaran
colony.

Psychiatry, Captain.

My assignment is
to study crew reaction

in emergency
conditions.

Getting something
from the recorder now.

lf there was
an emergency,

I'd be interested
in how that crew reacted, too.

Improving
the breed, Doctor?

Is that your line?

I heard that's more
your specialty, Commander,

line included.

Walking
freezer unit.

Decoding
memory banks.

I'll try
to interpolate.

The Valiant had encountered
a magnetic space storm

and was being swept
in this direction.

The old impulse engines
weren't strong enough.

Swept past this point,

about 1/2 light-year
out of the galaxy,

they were thrown clear,

turned, and headed back
into the galaxy here.

I'm not getting it all.

The tapes are
pretty badly burned.

Sounds like the ship had encountered
some unknown force.

Now, orders...

counter orders...

repeated urgent requests

for information
from the ship's computer records

for anything concerning
ESP in human beings.

Extrasensory perception?

Dr. Dehner, how
are you on ESP?

In tests I've taken,
my ESP rated high.

I'm asking what you know
about ESP.

It is a fact

that some people can sense
future happenings,

read the backs of playing
cards, and so on,

but the esper capacity
is always quite limited.

Severe damage.

Seven crewmen dead.

[Beeping]

No, make that six.

One crewman seemed
to have recovered.

That's when they
became interested

in extrasensory
perception.

More than interested,

almost frantic
about it.

[Distortion]

No, this must be
garbled.

I get something about...

destruct.

I must have
read it wrong.

It sounded like
the captain giving an order

to destroy
his own ship.

Comments?

The only fact
we have for sure

is that the S.S. Valiant
was destroyed.

That's probably
the best argument

to continue the probe.

Other vessels will be
heading out here someday

and they'll have to know
what they'll be facing.

We're leaving the galaxy,
Mr. Mitchell.

Ahead, warp factor 1.

[Beep]

Force field of some kind.

We're coming up
on it fast.

Sensor beam on.

Sensor beam on,
sir.

Deflectors
full intensity.

Deflectors
full intensity.

Deflectors say
there's something there,

sensors say there isn't.

Density negative.

Radiation negative.

Energy negative.

Whatever it is,
contact in 12 seconds.

Gravitation on automatic.

Emergency stations.

All decks on fire alert.

Neutralize controls.

Kelso, put it on manual.

Any radiation?
Anything?

Negative!

Helmsmen, take us
out of here!

Helmsmen!

Lateral power!

Take damage reports.

Damage control reports,
all stations!

Gravity control
switching to batteries.

Something, uh...
hit me,

like an
electrical charge.

He's alive.
Appears to be in shock.

Engineering deck 3, can you
give damage report?

Sensor beams.
Full power on the deflectors.

Main engines
are out, sir.

We're on emergency
power cells.

Casualties,
nine dead.

Gravity
is down to .8.

All decks, this is
bridge engineering.

Due to
emergency conditions...

Gary...

Gary, are you
all right?

I'm a little weak
for some reason, Jim,

But I feel
all right now.

Captain's log,

Star date 1312.9.

Ship's condition--

heading back
on impulse power only.

Main engines burned out.

The ship's
space-warp ability--gone.

Earth bases, which were
only days away

are now years
in the distance.

Our overriding question
now is--

what destroyed
the Valiant?

They lived
through the barrier,

just as we have.

What happened to them
after that?

Autopsy report,
sir.

Each case
showed damage

to the body's
neural circuit.

An area of the brain
was burned out.

And you-- are you
feeling all right?

Yes.
Mitchell, too,

Except for
his eyes.

We're trying to
find a reason for that now,

and why, out of our whole crew,
only certain people were affected.

I thinks we've found
that answer, Doctor.

You mentioned
that tests show

you have a high degree of
extrasensory perception.

So do the records
of the others.

Gary Mitchell has the highest
esper rating of all.

lf you're suggesting
there's anything dangerous--

Before the Valiant
was destroyed,

its captain was
frantically searching

for ESP information
on his crew.

Espers are simply
people with flashes of insight.

Are there not also those

who seem to see through
solid objects,

cause fires
to start spontaneously?

There's nothing about it that could
possibly make a person dangerous.

Dr. Dehner is speaking
of normal ESP power.

Perhaps you know
of another kind?

Do we know
for sure, Doctor,

that there isn't
another kind?

[Sighing]

Hello, Jim.

Hey, you look worried.

I've been worried
about you

ever since that night
on Deneb IV.

Yeah, she was nova,
that one.

Not nearly as many
aftereffects this time,

except for the eyes.

They stare back at me
when I'm shaving.

Do you feel...

any different?

In a way, I feel better
than I've ever felt before in my life.

It actually seems to
have done me some good.

How?

Well, I'm getting
a chance to read

some of that longhair
stuff you like.

Hey, man, I remember you
back at the academy--

a stack of books
with legs.

The first thing I ever
heard from upperclassmen

was, ''Watch out
for Lieutenant Kirk.

in his class, you either
think or sink.''

I wasn't that bad,
was I?

lf I hadn't aimed

that little blonde
lab technician at you--

You what?

You--you planned that?

Well, you wanted me
to think, didn't you?

I outlined her
whole campaign for her.

I almost married her!

You better
be good to me.

I'm getting even
better ideas here.

You? Spinoza?

Once you get into him,

he's rather simple.
Childish, almost.

I don't agree
with him at all.

Go on.

Hey, I'm trying to
tell you I feel fine.

When do I go back
on duty?

I'm going to ask
Dr. Dehner

to keep you under
observation for a while.

With almost a hundred
women onboard,

you can do better than
that, friend Captain.

Consider it a challenge.

That doesn't seem
very friendly.

[Echoing]
Didn't I say you'd better...

[Without An Echo]
be good to me?

He's reading
even faster now

than just
a few moments ago.

Is that Gary Mitchell,
the one you used to know?

Put a 24-hour watch
on the sick bay.

Fullest possible
range

of examinations
and tests.

Perfect, perfect.

I've never had
a patient like you, Gary.

Even the healthiest

are generally off
on some reading.

I know you don't particularly
like me, Mr. Mitchell,

but since
I am assigned here,

can we make
the best of it?

I've got nothing
against you, Doctor.

Nor against
the walking freezer unit?

Well, l, uh...
sorry about that.

Women professionals
do tend to overcompensate.

Now let's talk about you.

How do you feel?

You know, everybody
seems worried

that I don't have
some kind of fever or something.

Maybe if we could
just change these dials--

Now back to normal,
I think.

How did you do that?

I'm not sure, l...

I just thought
of making it happen,

and it does. It's--

Hey, uh...

Hey, watch this,
Doc.

Stop it. Stop it!

You were dead
for almost 22 seconds.

There were
no readings at all.

Yeah.

Oh, boy.

You--you know, Doc,

there have been
other things, too,

like going halfway through
the ship's library

in hardly a day.

Yeah.

Ooh, what's
happening to me?

Do you remember everything
you read that quickly?

Yeah.

On any tape?

Sure. Yeah.

Try this one.

Yeah.

Page 387.

''My love has wings,

''slender,
feathered things

with grace in upswept curve
and tapered tip.''

The Nightingale
Woman,

written by Tarbolde

on the Canopius
planet

back in 1996.

It's funny you
picked that one, Doctor.

Why?

That's one of the most
passionate love sonnets

of the past couple
of centuries.

How do you feel,
Doctor?

What?

How do you feel?

I just fell.
Nothing happened.

No?

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

Ahem.

Um, I was on
my coffee break.

I thought
I'd check up on--

Yeah!

That's OK, Lee.

Come on in.

Don't let the light
in my eyes bother you.

It's all for our...

our good-looking
lady doctor here.

Yeah. Sure.

So, uh...
so, how go the repairs?

Well, the main engines
are gone,

unless we can find some way to
re-energize them.

You better check the
starboard impulse packs.

Those points have about
decayed to lead.

Oh, yeah, sure, Mitch.

I'm not joking, Lee!

You activate
those packs,

and you'll blow the
whole impulse deck.

I'll, uh, get on it
right away.

I just wanted to stop by
and make sure you were OK.

See you later.

He's a fool.

A fool.

He'd seen
those points,

and he hadn't
noticed their condition.

How do you know?

The image
of what he'd seen

was still in his mind.

It didn't make any sense
that he'd know,

but naturally, I checked out
the circuit anyway.

I don't know how,
but he was right.

This point is burned out
exactly the way he described it.

Sorry I'm late.

I became so interested
in observing Gary--

Mr. Mitchell.

Our subject is not
Gary Mitchell.

Our concern is what
he is mutating into.

I know
those from your planet

aren't suppose to have
feelings like we do,

but to talk that way

about a man you've worked
next to for years--

Enough, Doctor.

I don't think so.

I understand you
least of all.

Gary told me you've been
friends since he joined the service,

that you asked for him
aboard your first command.

It is my duty,
whether pleasant or unpleasant,

to listen to the reports,
observations,

even speculations,
on any subject...

that might affect
the safety of this vessel.

And it's my science
officer's duty

to see I'm provided
with that.

Go ahead, Mr. Spock.

Have you noted evidence
of unusual powers?

He can control
certain autonomic reflexes.

He reads very fast,

retains more than most of us
might consider usual.

Mr. Scott, would you
repeat what you just told us?

About an hour ago,

the bridge control
started going crazy--

levers shifting
by themselves,

buttons being pushed,

instrument readings
changing.

And on my monitor
screen,

I could see
Mitchell smiling

each time it happened,

as if this ship and crew
were almost a toy

for his amusement.

Are they right, Doctor?

Has he shown abilities
of such magnitude?

I saw some such indications.

And you didn't think it
worth mentioning ?

No one's been hurt,
have they?

Don't you understand?

A mutated superior man could
also be a wonderful thing.

The forerunner of a new and
better kind of human being.

Mr. Sulu.

lf you want
the mathematics of this,

Mitchell's ability is
increasing geometrically.

That is,
like having a penny,

doubling it every day.

In a month,
you'll be a millionaire.

In less
time than that,

he will have
attained powers

we can't understand
and can't cope with.

Soon we'll be not
only useless to him,

but actually
an annoyance.

There'll be no discussion of this
with the crew.

Thank you.

We'll never reach an Earth base
with him aboard.

You heard the
mathematics of it.

In a month he'll have as much
in common with us

as we'd have with a ship
full of white mice.

I need a recommendation,
not vague warnings.

Recommendation one--

there's a planet a few
light-days away from here, Delta Vega,

It has a lithium
cracking station.

We may be able to adapt

some of its power packs
to our engines.

And if we can't?

We'll be trapped
in orbit there.

We haven't enough power
to blast back out.

It is the only way
to get Mitchell off this ship.

lf you mean strand
Mitchell there, I won't do it!

That station
is fully automated.

There's not a soul
on the whole planet.

Even the ore ships
call only once every 20 years.

Then you have
one other choice.

Kill Mitchell
while you still can.

Get out of here.

It is your only
other choice,

assuming you make it
while you still have time.

Will you try for
one moment to feel?

At least act like
you've got a heart.

We're
talking about Gary.

The captain of the Valiant probably
felt the same way,

and he waited too long
to make his decision.

I think we've
both guessed that.

Set course
for Delta Vega.

Star date 1313.1.

We're now approaching
Delta Vega.

Course set
for a standard orbit.

This planet,
completely uninhabited,

is slightly
smaller than earth,

desolate, but rich
in crystal and minerals.

Kelso's task--

transport down
with a repair party,

try to regenerate
the main engines,

save the ship.

Our task--

transport down a man
I've known for 15 years,

and if we're successful,

maroon him there.

I'm thirsty.

It's like a man
who has been blind

all of his life,

suddenly being
given sight.

Sometimes I feel

there's nothing
I couldn't do in time.

Some people think
that makes me a monster,

don't they, Jim?

Are you reading
all our thoughts, Gary?

I can sense mainly
worry in you, Jim.

Safety of your ship.

What would you do
in my place?

Probably just what Mr. Spock
is thinking now.

Kill me while you can.

Stop it, Gary!

I also know

we're orbiting
Delta Vega, Jim.

I can't let you
force me down there.

I may not want
to leave this ship.

I may want
another place.

I'm not sure yet

just what kind
of a world I can use.

Use?

I don't
understand it all yet,

but if I keep growing,
getting stronger,

why, the things
I could do,

like...

like maybe
a god could do.

I want him
unconscious for a while.

Doctor!

You fools!

Soon I'll squash you
like insects.

Energize.

Can you do it, Lee?

lf we can bypass
the fuel bins

without blowing
ourselves up.

There's not a soul
on this planet but us?

Nobody but us
chickens, Doctor.

I think I've got
the 203-R set, Lee.

Good, Alden.

Transport it up
with you.

The fuel bins, could they
be detonated from here?

A destruct switch?

I guess I could wire
one up right there.

Do it.

He's regaining
consciousness.

Doctor Piper.

I want only one medical officer here
at any one time.

The other
will monitor him

on the dispensary screen.

I'd like to stay now,

try to talk to him.

My friend, James Kirk.

remember those
rodent things on Dimorus?

The poisoned darts
they threw?

I took one meant for you.

And almost died.

I remember.

So why be afraid
of me now?

You've been testing
your ability

to take over
the Enterprise.

In the transporter room,

you said
something about us

seeming like insects
by comparison,

squashing us,
if we got in your way.

I was drugged then.

Yes.

In the sick bay,

you said
if you were in my place,

you'd kill a mutant
like yourself.

Why don't you
kill me then?

Mr. Spock is right.

You're a fool
if you can't see it.

You don't
mean that, Gary.

Man cannot survive
if a race of true espers is born.

In time
you'll understand that.

Gary...

Gary, don't!

Jim...

His eyes went
back to normal.

Fighting the force field
drained his strength.

For a while,
he could be handled.

I'll just keep
getting stronger.

You know that,
don't you?

It fits like
a glove, captain.

Oh...

Did Mr. Spock get
the phaser rifle we sent down?

I didn't order any--

Affirmative.

Landing party out.

He tried to get through
the force field again.

His eyes changed back faster.
He didn't become as weak.

Dr. Dehner feels
he isn't that dangerous.

What makes you right
and a trained psychiatrist wrong?

Because she feels.

I don't.
All I know is logic.

We'll be lucky
to repair this ship

and get away in time.

Direct to the power bins.

From here, you could
blow up this whole valley.

lf Mitchell
gets out,

at your
discretion, Lee,

if, sitting here,
you think you're the last chance,

I want you
to hit that button.

Captain's log,

Star date 1313.3.

Note commendations
on Lieutenant Kelso

and the engineering staff.

In orbit above us,

the engines
of the Enterprise

are almost
fully regenerated.

Balance of
the landing party

is being transported
back up.

Mitchell,

whatever he's become,

keeps changing,

growing stronger
by the minute.

He's been like that
for hours now.

Have Dr. Piper meet us

in the control room
with Kelso.

We'll all transport up
together.

lf he should
try to stop us--

Kelso will be
on the destruct button

until the last minute.

I think he knows that.

[Elizabeth]
I'm staying behind with him.

Fission chamber 3
checks out.

The station seems
to be running fine.

[Scotty]
You're a talented thief, Kelso.

Everything you sent up
seems to be fitting in place.

I'm proud of the job
we've done.

We're gonna be ready
to transport--

You're leaving
with the ship, Doctor.

He is not evil.

I gave you an order.

You should have killed me
while you could, James.

Command and compassion
is a fool's mixture.

It hit me, too,
whatever it was.

Kelso is dead.
Strangled.

At least Spock's alive.

Dr. Dehner?

She went with Mitchell.

Don't give him a pill
until after I'm gone.

It's my fault

Mitchell got
as far as he did.

Did you
see their direction?

Yes. There was
some morning light.

They were headed
across the valley,

to the left
of the pointed peaks.

There's flatlands beyond.

When Mr. Spock recovers,

you'll both transport up immediately
to the Enterprise.

But Captain--

lf you have not received
a signal from me

within 12 hours,

you'll proceed
at maximum warp

to the nearest
Earth base

with my recommendation

this entire planet
be subjected

to a lethal
concentration

of neutron radiation.

No protest
on this, Mark.

That's an order.

It would take almost a miracle
to survive here.

Then I shall make one.

Behold.

You'll soon share
this feeling, Elizabeth.

To be like God,

to have the power to make the world
anything you want it to be.

What's wrong?

A visitor.

A very foolish man.

You'll enjoy being
a god, Elizabeth.

Blasphemy?

No.

Let there be food.

Kaferian apples.

Whenever we visited
that planet,

I always
favored these.

Can you hear me, James?

You cannot see me.
I'm not there.

You follow
the right path, James.

You'll come to me soon.

I can see him
in my mind, too.

Then go to him,
Elizabeth.

Talk to him.

Now that
you're changing,

I want you to see

just how unimportant
they are.

Yes, it just took
a little longer

for it
to happen to me.

You must help me.

Before it goes too far.

What he's
doing is right

for him and me.

And for humanity?

You're still human--

No, I--

At least partly,
you are!

Or you wouldn't
be here talking to me.

Earth is
really unimportant.

Before long, we'll be
where it would have taken mankind

millions of years
of learning to reach.

What will Mitchell
learn in getting there?

Will he know what to do with his power?
Will he acquire the wisdom?

Go back while
you still can.

Did you hear him joke
about compassion?

Above all else,
a god needs compassion.

Mitchell!

Elizabeth...

What do you know
about gods?

Then let's talk about humans,
about our frailties.

As powerful as he gets,

he'll have
that inside him.

Go back!

You were a psychiatrist
once.

You know the ugly, savage things
we all keep buried,

that none of us
dare expose.

But he'll dare.

Who's to stop him?
He doesn't need to care.

Be a psychiatrist
for one minute longer.

What do you see
happening to him?

What's your
prognosis, Doctor?

He's coming.

Then watch him.

Hang on to being a human
for one minute longer.

I'm disappointed
in you, Elizabeth.

I've been contemplating
the death

of an old friend.

He deserves a decent
burial, at least.

Stop it, Gary.

Morals...

are for men,

not gods.

A god...

but still driven
by human frailty.

Do you like
what you see?

Time to pray, Captain.

Pray to me.

To you?

Not to both of you?

Pray that
you die easily.

There'll only be one
of you in the end.

One jealous god...

if all this
makes a god.

Or is it making you
something else?

Your last chance, Kirk.

Do you like
what you see?

Absolute power
corrupting absolutely.

Hurry!

You haven't much time.

Gary!

Forgive me.

For a moment, James,

but your moment
is fading.

I'm sorry.

You...

can't know
what it's like to...

be almost a...

god.

Enterprise.

From Captain Kirk.

Come in.

Captain's log,

Star date 1313.8.

Add to official losses,
Dr. Elizabeth Dehner.

Be it noted
she gave her life

in performance
of her duty.

Lieutenant Commander
Gary Mitchell.

Same notation.

I want his service
record to end that way.

He didn't ask for
what happened to him.

I felt for him, too.

I believe there's some hope for you
after all, Mr. Spock.