All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x03] - The Corbominte Maneuver

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Stand by to photograph.

Now.

Three days of this now, sir.

Other ships must have
made star maps of some of this.

Negative, Lieutenant.

We are the first
to reach this far.

[Beeping]

Sir, contact with an object.

It's moving toward us.

No visual contact yet.

Deflectors, full intensity.

It's coming at light speed.

Collision course.

Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Sulu.

Object changing
direction, too, sir.

Keeps coming at us.

No signal from it, sir.

Still collision course.

Deflectors aren't stopping it.

Sound alarm.

It's slowing down,
Mr. Spock.

Countermand alarm.

All engines full stop.

Visual contact.

Ahead slow.

Steer a course
around it, Mr. Sulu.

It's blocking the way!

Quite unnecessary to raise
your voice, Mr. Bailey.

All engines stop.

Sound the alert.

Bridge to all decks--
condition alert.

All decks--
condition alert.

Captain Kirk to the bridge.

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,
star date 1512.2.

On our third day
of star mapping,

an unexplained cubical object

blocked our vessel's path.

On the bridge,

Mr. Spock immediately
ordered general alert.

My location--sick bay.

Quarterly physical check.

Whew!

Just a few seconds more.

Just a few seconds more.

[Grumbling]

That's a boy. Keep it up.

A little sweat
will do you good.

You're killing me.

You're killing me.

Stop.

Winded?

You'd be the last one I'd tell.

Kirk here.
What's going on?

Have a look at this, Captain.

What's that?

Undetermined.

Whatever it is,
it's blocking our way.

When we move, it moves.

A vessel of some kind?

Negative.
More some type of device.

I'll be right up.

You could see
the alarm lights.

Why didn't you tell me?

Finally finished
a physical on you.

What am l, a doctor
or a moon shuttle conductor?

If I jumped every time
a light came on,

I'd end up
talking to myself.

All decks alert.

[Alarm Sounds]

All decks alert.

Bridge.

Captain to Bridge.

Spock here.

Any changes?

Negative.

It seems to want
to hold us here.

Any indication of danger?

Negative.

I'll change first then.

Captain out.

All decks have reported green,
Mr. Bailey.

Yes, sir.

The captain will expect
a full report on--

The cube's range
and position.

I'll have it by then.

Raising my voice back there

doesn't mean I was scared
or couldn't do my job.

It means I have
a human thing

called an adrenaline gland.

It sounds most
inconvenient.

Have you considered
having it removed?

Very funny.

You try to cross
brains with Spock,

he'll cut you to
pieces every time.

Captain to Bridge.

Spock here.

Signs of life?

Negative.

Have you tried all
hailing frequencies?

Affirmative.

No answer.

Have the department heads
meet me on the bridge.

Already standing by.

[Beeping]

Reporting, sir.

Sensors show
it is solid,

but its composition
is unknown to us.

Lieutenant Uhura.

Hailing frequencies
still open, sir.

I get no message from it.

Navigation.

Distance from us--
1,593 meters, position constant.

Each of its edges
measures 107 meters.

Mass, a little under
11,000 metric tons.

Scotty.

Mode of power.

Beats me what makes it go.

I'll buy speculation.

I'd sell it if I had any.

That's a solid cube.

How it can sense us coming,

block us, move when we move--

it beats me.

That's my report.

Life sciences.

Same report.

Sir, we going to just let
it hold us here?

We've got phaser weapons.

I vote we blast it.

I'll keep that in mind,
Mr. Bailey,

when this becomes a democracy.

Captain's Log,
star date 1513.8.

Star maps reveal no indication

of habitable planets nearby.

Origin and purpose of the cube

still unknown.

We've been here,
held motionless, for 18 hours.

Anything further, gentlemen?

I believe it adds up
to either one of two possibilities.

First, a space buoy
of some kind.

Second?

Flypaper.

And you don't recommend
sticking around.

Negative.

It would make us
appear too weak.

It's time for action,
gentlemen.

Mr. Bailey--

Bridge to Phaser Gun Crew--

Countermand.

I'll select what kind of action.

I'm sorry, sir.
I thought--

Are you explaining?

I haven't requested
an explanation.

Now, as I was about
to say, Navigator,

plot a spiral course
away from the cube.

Yes, sir.

We'll try pulling away from it.

Helmsman to Engine Room,

stand by.

All decks alert.

We're going to try pulling away.

Course plotted and laid in, sir.

Engage, Mr. Sulu.

Quarter speed.

.25, sir.

Still blocking us, sir.

Let's see if it'll give way.

Ahead half speed.

.50, sir.

[Beeping]

Radiation from the short end
of the spectrum increasing.

All stop. Hold position.

It's still coming toward us.

Range--190 meters.

Radiation increasing.

Power astern, half speed.

Half speed.

Radiation nearing
the tolerance level.

Still coming.

Gaining on us.

Engines astern, full speed.

Full speed.

Range--125 meters now.

Helm, give us warp speed.

Warp one, sir.

Radiation at
the tolerance level.

Warp two, sir.

Speed is now warp three.

Radiation passing
the tolerance level,

entering lethal zone.

Range--51 meters
and still closing, sir.

Phaser Crew stand ready.

Phaser Crew
reports ready, sir.

Growing. We can take
only a few more seconds.

Lock phasers on target.

Mr. Bailey, lock phasers!

Phasers locked
on target, sir.

At point-blank range
and closing.

Fire main phasers.

Captain's Log,
star date 1514.0.

The cube has been
destroyed.

Ship's damage--minor.

But my next
decision--major.

Probe on ahead
or turn back.

Nothing, Captain.

No contacts, no objects
in any direction.

Care to speculate
on what we'll find

if we go on ahead?

Speculate?

No.

Logically, we'll discover
the intelligence

which sent out the cube.

Intelligence
different from ours

or superior?

Probably both.

And if you're asking
the logical decision to make--

No, I'm not.

The mission of
the Enterprise

is to seek out
and contact alien life.

Has it occurred to you

that there's
a certain...inefficiency

in constantly
questioning me on things

you've already made up
your mind about?

It gives me
emotional security.

Navigator,
set a course ahead.

Plotted.

Laid in, sir.

Engage.

Warp one, sir.

Mr. Bailey--

Phaser crews
were sluggish.

You were slow
in locking them

into your directional beam.

Helmsman,

engineering decks
could have been faster, too.

Program a series
of simulated attacks

and evasion maneuvers.

Keep repeating
the exercise

until we're proficient,
gentlemen.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Your timing is lousy, Jim.

Your men are tired.

Captain's quarters.

Don't you always say

a little suffering
is good for the soul?

I never say that.

This is the bridge.

Prepare for simulated attack.

I'm especially
worried about Bailey.

Navigator's position's
rough enough for a seasoned man.

I think he'll cut it.

Oh? How so sure?

Because you spotted
something you liked in him,

something familiar,

Like yourself, say about,
oh, 11 years ago?

On the double, deck five!

Give me a green light.

Why, Doctor, you've been
reading your textbooks again?

I don't need textbooks

to know you could've
promoted him too fast.

Listen to that voice.

Condition alert.
Battle stations.

Engineering,
deck five, report.

Phaser crews, come on,
let's get with it.

Phaser station two,
where's your green light?

What's next?

''They're not machines, Jim''?

Well, they're not.

After what
they've been through--

Dr. McCoy, I've heard you say

that man is ultimately superior
to any mechanical device.

No, I never
say that, either.

I could've sworn
I heard you say that.

[Communicator Signal]

Kirk here.

Exercise rating, Captain--94%.

Let's try for 100, Mr. Spock.

Agreed.

What are you going
to do with that 6%?

I'm going to take it,
and I'm going to--

Excuse me, sir.

It's past time you had
something to eat, sir.

What the devil is this?

Green leaves?

It's dietary salad, sir.

Dr. McCoy changed your diet card.

I thought you knew.

Your weight was up
a couple of pounds. Remember?

Will you stop hovering
over me, Yeoman?

I'll change it
if you don't like it.

Bring some
for the doctor, too.

No, no. I never eat
until the crew eats.

Thank you, Yeoman.

You're welcome, sir.

[Bailey]
This is the bridge.

All decks prepare
to better reaction time

on second simulated attack.

When I find the
headquarters genius

that assigned me
a female yeoman--

What's the matter,
don't you trust yourself?

Battle stations.

Engineering decks alert...

I've already got
a female to worry about.

Her name's the Enterprise.

Engineering decks alert.

Phaser crews, let's--

[Sulu]
Countermand that.

All decks to battle stations.

This is not a drill.

Repeat--this is not a drill.

Kirk here.

[Spock]
We're picking up an object, sir.

Much larger, coming toward us.

Coming.

Exceptionally strong contact.

Not visual yet.

Distant spectrograph.

Metallic, similar to cube.

Much greater energy reading.

There, sir.

Half speed.

Prepare for evasive action.

Reducing to warp two, sir.

Tractor beam, Captain.

Something's grabbed us--hard.

Engines overloading.

All engines stop.

All engines stopped, sir.

Phaser crews stand ready.

Bridge to phaser crews,
stand ready.

Forward phaser, will comply.

All weapons at operational ready.

Fascinating.

What's its mass, Mr. Spock?

Reading goes off my scale.

Must be a mile in diameter.

Over 5,000 meters away,

and it still fills the screen.

Reduce image.

Let me see all of it.

Magnification 2.5, sir.

Magnification 18.5, sir.

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is
the United Earth ship Enterprise.

We convey greetings
and await your reply.

What is it?

A message...

coming over my navigation beam.

Pick it up.

Switching, sir.

...And trespassed
into our star systems.

This is Balok,

commander of
the flagship Fesarius

of the First Federation.

Your vessel,
obviously the product

of a primitive
and savage civilization,

having ignored
a warning buoy

and having then destroyed it,

has demonstrated your
intention is not peaceful.

We are now considering
the disposition of your ship

and the life aboard.

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies
open, sir.

This is the captain
of the Enterprise speaking.

The warning nature
of your space buoy was unknown to us.

Our vessel was blocked.

When we attempted to disengage--

[Static]

Captain, we're being invaded

by exceptionally
strong sensor probes,

everywhere--

Our electrical systems,
our engines--

No further communication
will be accepted.

If there is the slightest
hostile move,

your vessel will be
destroyed immediately.

They're shutting off
some of our systems, Captain.

Brilliant.

Extremely sophisticated
in their methods.

Does the recorder marker
have this on its tapes?

Enough to warn
other Earth ships.

Mr. Bailey, dispatch
recorder marker.

Mr. Bailey.

Uh, recorder marker
dispatched, sir.

Marker on course.

Heading back
the way we--

Your recorder marker
has been destroyed.

You have been examined.

Your ship must be destroyed.

We make assumption
you have a deity or deities

or some such beliefs
which comfort you.

We therefore grant you

10 Earth time periods
known as minutes

to make preparations.

Might be interesting
to see what they look like

if I can locate
where that voice is coming from.

Balok's message--

It was heard
all over the ship.

Captain to crew.

Those of you who have
served for long on this vessel

have encountered
alien life-forms.

You know the greatest danger
facing us is ourselves,

an irrational fear
of the unknown.

But there's no such thing
as the unknown--

only things
temporarily hidden,

temporarily not understood.

In most cases
we have found

that intelligence
capable of a civilization

is capable of understanding
peaceful gestures.

Surely a life-form
advanced enough for space travel

is advanced enough

to eventually
understand our motives.

All decks stand by.

Captain out.

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies
open, sir.

This is the captain
of the U.S.S. Enterprise.

We came seeking friendship.

But we have no wish to trespass.

To demonstrate our goodwill,

our vessel will now
return the way it came.

We--

[High-pitched Sound]

Lay in a course ahead,
Mr. Bailey.

What?

A course?

Plotted and laid in, sir.

Engage, warp factor one.

Warp factor--

There's no response.

Switch to impulse.

All engine systems show dead.

And weapon systems.

Switching to screen.

I believe I can
get something visual.

You are wasting time
and effort.

There is no escape.

You have
eight Earth minutes left.

I was curious to see
how they appeared.

Yes, of course you were.

I don't understand this.

Spock's wasting time.

Everybody else
just sitting around.

Somebody's got
to do something.

Easy, Bailey.

What do they want?
Let's find out.

They want us
to lose our heads.

We've only got
eight minutes left.

7 minutes
and 45 seconds.

He's doing a countdown!

Practically end of watch.

Are you all
out of your minds?

End of watch?

It's the end of everything.

What are you, robots?
Wound-up toy soldiers?

Don't you know
when you're dying?

Watch and regulations
and orders--

What do they mean?

Bailey, you're relieved!

Escort him
to his quarters, Doctor.

Let's go.

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies
open, sir.

This is the captain
of the Enterprise speaking.

It is the custom
of Earth people

to try and avoid
misunderstanding

whenever possible.

We destroyed your space buoy

as a simple act
of self-preservation.

When we attempted
to move away from it,

it emitted radiation
harmful to our species.

If you've examined
our ship and its tapes,

you know this to be true.

[Electronic Humming]

You now have
seven minutes left.

4 minutes, 30 seconds.

You have
an annoying fascination

for timepieces,
Mr. Sulu.

Jim...

Four minutes.

What's the matter
with them out there?

They must know
we mean them no harm.

They're certainly
aware by now

that we're totally
incapable of it.

There must be
something to do,

something
I've overlooked.

In chess,

when one is outmatched,
the game is over.

Checkmate.

Is that your
best recommendation?

I'm sor--

I regret that I can find
no other logical alternative.

Assuming we get out
of this, Captain--

Nobody's given up yet.

Well, then about Bailey.

Let me enter it
in my medical records

as simple fatigue.

That's my decision,
Doctor.

And your mistake.

You overworked him,
pushed him,

expected too much
from him--

I'm ordering you
to drop it.

I have no time for you,
your theories,

your quaint
philosophies...

I intend to challenge
your actions in my records.

I'll state
that I warned you.

That's no bluff.

Any time you can
bluff me, Doctor--

Three minutes.

All right, Doctor.

Let's hope we have time
to argue about it.

Not chess, Mr. Spock.

Poker.

Do you know the game?

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies
open, sir.

This is the captain
of the Enterprise.

Our respect
for other life-forms

requires that we give you
this warning.

One critical item
of information

that has never been
incorporated

into the memory banks
of any Earth ship.

Since the early years
of space exploration,

Earth vessels have had
incorporated into them

a substance known as...

corbomite.

It is a material
and a device

which prevents attack on us.

If any destructive energy
touches our vessel,

a reverse reaction
of equal strength

is created, destroying--

You now have two minutes.

Destroying the attacker!

It may interest you to know

that since the initial use
of corbomite

more than two
of our centuries ago,

no attacking vessel
has survived the attempt.

Death has little meaning to us.

If it has none to you...

then attack us now.

We grow annoyed
at your foolishness.

However, it was well played.

I regret not having learned
more about this Balok.

He was reminiscent
of my father.

May heaven have
helped your mother.

Quite the contrary.

She considered herself

a very fortunate Earth woman.

Doc...

Sorry.

For having other things
on your mind? My fault.

I don't how you keep
from punching me in the face.

One minute.

I knew he would.

If anyone's interested...

30 seconds.

Request permission
to return to post, sir.

Permission granted.

11...

10 seconds.

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1.

A very interesting game,
this poker.

It does have advantages
over chess.

Love to teach it to you.

This is the commander
of the Fesarius.

Here it comes.
Is it raise or call?

The destruction
of your vessel

has been delayed.

We will relent
in your destruction

only if we have proof
of your corbomite device.

Hold on that.

Let him sweat for a change.

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies, sir.

Request denied.

I have visual contact, Captain.

We will soon inform you

of our decision
regarding your vessel.

And having permitted
your primitive efforts

to see my form,

I trust it has pleased
your curiosity.

And now,

another demonstration
of our superiority.

I thought the power
was off in the galley.

I used a hand phaser,
and zap--hot coffee.

Something's going on, Captain.

It's a small ship.

About 2,000 metric tons.

It has been decided

that I will conduct you
to a planet

of the First Federation

which is capable of sustaining

your life-form.

There you will disembark
and be interned.

Your ship will be
destroyed, of course.

Engine systems
coming on, Captain.

Do not be deceived

by the size of this pilot vessel.

It has an equal potential
to destroy your vessel.

Tractor beam again.

So that you may sustain

your gravity and atmosphere,

your systems are now open.

Escape is impossible

since you are being taken
under our power

to your destination.

Any move to escape
or destroy this ship

will result in
the instant destruction

of the Enterprise
and everyone aboard.

We're being towed, sir.

Captain's Log,
star date 1514.1.

The Enterprise is in tow.

To this point,

no resistance has been offered.

My plan?

A show of resignation.

Balok's tractor beam has to be

a heavy drain of power
on his small ship.

Question--
Will he grow careless?

He's pulling out
a little ahead of us.

He's sneaked power
down a bit.

Our speed is down
to .64 of light.

I want a right angle course.

Shear away from him

no matter which way he turns.

Maximum acceleration
when I give the word.

Yes, sir.

Engage.

It's a strain, Captain.

Engines are overloading.

More power.

We're superheating.

Intermix temperature,
7,400 degrees.

75...

76...

8,000 degrees.

Shear away, Mr. Bailey.

2,000 degrees above maximum.

84...

85...

86...

She'll blow soon!

Now, Mr. Sulu.
Impulse power two.

We're breaking free, sir.

All engines stop.

All engines stopped, sir.

Engines need work badly, Captain.

Can you hold it here
a few hours?

That may not be wise.

He signaled
to the mother ship.

Then we're not home yet.

A signal, Captain.

It's very weak.

It's Balok.

It's a distress signal
to the Fesarius.

His engines...are out...

His life-sustaining system

isn't operating.

The message
is repeating, sir.

Any reply?

Negative. His signal
is growing weak.

Sir, I doubt
the mother ship heard it.

Plot a course for it,
Mr. Bailey.

For it, Captain?

Dead ahead.

This is
the captain speaking.

First Federation vessel
is in distress.

We're preparing to board it.

There are lives at stake--

by our standards,
alien life--

but lives nevertheless.

Captain out.

Course plotted
and laid in, sir.

Mr. Scott, ready
the transporter room.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Sulu, bring us
to within 100 meters.

Ahead slow.

Ahead slow, sir.

Jim, don't you think--

What's the mission
of this vessel, Doctor?

To seek out
and contact alien life

and an opportunity
to demonstrate

what our high-sounding words mean.

Any questions?

I'll take two men
with me--

Dr. McCoy to examine
and treat the aliens if necessary,

and you, Mr. Bailey.

Sir?

The face of the unknown.

I think I owe you
a look at it.

Yes, sir.

Captain,
request permission to--

Denied. If I'm wrong,

if it's a trap,
I want you here.

Transporter ready?

Well, yes, sir,
but it's risky.

We're locked into
their main deck.

Air sample?

Breathable. In fact,

a slightly higher
oxygen content than our own.

Communicator...

phaser weapon.

Thank you, Scotty.
Ready, Doctor?

No, but you won't
let that stop you.

Bend low, gentlemen.

It reads pretty cramped
over there.

Ready to transport.

Energize.

It's a...dummy.

A puppet of some kind.

I'm Balok.

Welcome aboard.

I'm Captain Kirk.

And McCoy and Bailey.

Sit.

Be comfortable.

Go ahead.

Be seated.

We must drink.

This is tranya.

I hope you relish it
as much as I.

Commander Balok...

I know, I know.

A thousand questions.

But first, the tranya.

Gentlemen.

Ahh...

Commander, that puppet...

My alter ego, so to speak.

In your culture,

he would be Mr. Hyde
to my Jekyll.

You must admit
he's effective.

You would never have been
frightened by me.

And I thought
my distress signal

quite clever.

It was a pleasure
testing you.

Testing us?

I see.

I had to discover
your real intentions.

But you probed
our memory banks.

Your records
could have been

a deception on your part.

And your crew?

I have no crew, Doctor.

I run everything,

this entire complex,
from this small ship.

But I miss company.

Conversation.

Even an alien
would be welcome.

Perhaps one of your men

for some period of time.

An exchange
of information, cultures.

Yes. Both our cultures
would benefit.

Do you know where we can
find a volunteer, Mr. Bailey?

Me, sir.
I'd like to volunteer.

Ah.

You represent
Earth's best, then.

No, sir, I'm not.

I'll make
plenty of mistakes.

But you'd find out
more about us that way,

and I'd get
a better officer in return.

I see.

We think much alike,
Captain,

You and l.

Now, before I bring back
the Fesarius,

let me show you my vessel.

It is not often
I have this pleasure.

Yes, we're very much
alike, Captain.

Both proud of our ships.