All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x05] - The Enemy Within

That should make
a good specimen.

Temperature's
starting to drop.

Yeah.

At night it gets down

to 120 degrees below zero.

That's nippy.

Hey!

[Rocks Sliding]

What happened?

I fell off
that bank, sir.

Cut my hand.

Get back to the ship.

Report to the sick bay.

Geological
Technician Fisher.

Ready to beam up.

Locked onto you.

Energize.

[Beeping]

Coadjutor engagement.

What happened?

I took a flop.

Onto what?

Some kind of yellow ore.

Magnetic. Decontaminate
that uniform.

Yes, sir.

That acted
like a burnout.

Captain Kirk
ready to beam up.

Just one moment, Captain.

It checks out OK now.

You better get
a synchronic meter

so we can double-check.

All right, Captain.

Locked onto you.

Are you all right, Captain?

Yes, I'm all right.
Just a little dizzy.

I can't get through there.

Nothing serious.

Don't leave
the transporter room unattended.

Wilson will
be right back, sir.

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,
stardate 1672.1.

Specimen-gathering mission
on planet Alpha 177.

Unknown to any of us
during this time,

a duplicate of me,
some strange alter ego,

had been created by
the transporter malfunction.

[Door Opens]

Captain? Are you
all right, sir?

Can I give you a hand, sir?

Captain?

Bridge to all decks.

Section duty officers,
check communication lines.

Thank you.

Maybe Dr. McCoy
should look at you.

All right, Engineer,
I'll have my engines checked.

Ship's manifests, sir.
They're in order.

Thank you, Yeoman.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

You picked a good day, Fisher.

Business has been lousy.

Did you fall on purpose
to get vacation?

Saurian brandy.

Back to duty status.
I have no sympathy for clumsiness.

No, sir.

The hand's much better, sir.

What can I do
for you, Jim?

I said,
give me the brandy!

[Knock On Door]

Yep?

Mr. Spock.

Come in.

Yes, Mr. Spock,
what is it?

Is there something
I can do for you, Captain?

Like what?

Well, Dr. McCoy seemed to think
I should check on you.

That's nice.

Come on, Spock,
I know that look.

What is it?

Well, our good doctor
said that you were acting

Iike a wild man,

demanded brandy.

Our good doctor's
been putting you on again.

Hmm.

Well, in that case,

if you'll excuse
the intrusion,

I'll get back to work.

I'll tell him
you were properly annoyed.

Captain.

What is it, Scotty?

Transporter breakdown.

We beamed up this animal--

Look for yourself.

It's in here.

[Rrr Ruff Ruff]

Yes?

A few seconds
after they sent

this one through the transporter,

that duplicate appeared.

Except it's an opposite.

Two similar animals,
but different.

One gentle--this.

One mean and fierce--

that.

Some kind of savage,
ferocious opposite.

Captain, we don't
dare send Mr. Sulu

and the landing party up.

If this should
happen to a man...

Oh, my...

Oh!

Captain.

You startled me.

Is there something
that you--

Can I help you, Captain?

Jim will do here, Janice.

Ohh.

You're too beautiful to ignore.

Too much woman.

We've both been--

pretending too long.

Stop pretending.

Aah!

Let's stop pretending.

Come here, Janice.
Don't fight me.

Don't fight me, Janice.

Captain!

Just a minute, Janice.

Just a minute!

Aah!

Call Mr. Spock!

Call Mr. Spock!

Geological
Technician Fisher.

Deck 12, section--

Me? My yeoman said that?

I've been resting here
since you left me.

Alone, Mr. Spock.

Dr. McCoy reports
you demanded brandy

in sick bay
and left with it.

I found this bottle
in Yeoman Rand's quarters.

Not true. I haven't
been to sick bay.

Let's find out
what's going on.

Sick bay.

Then he kissed me

and he said that we--

that he was the captain,

and he could order me.

I didn't know what to do.

When you mentioned
the feelings we'd been hiding,

and you started
talking about us.

Us?

Well, you--

He is the captain.

I couldn't just--

You started hurting me.

I had to fight you,
scratch your face.

Yeoman.

And--

Look at me.

Look at my face.

Are there any scratches?

I was sure
I scratched you.

I was frightened.
Maybe--

Yeoman.

I was in my room.
It wasn't me.

Sir, Fisher saw you, too.

Fisher saw--

If it hadn't been--

I can understand.

I don't want to get
you into trouble.

I wouldn't have
even mentioned it!

It wasn't me!

It was you, sir.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir. I'm sure.

Back to that bed, bucko.

You can go now, Yeoman.

There's only
one logical answer.

We have an impostor aboard.

Captain's Log,
stardate 1672.9.

On the planet's surface,

temperatures
are beginning to drop,

our landing party there
in growing jeopardy.

Due to the malfunction
of the ship's transporter,

an unexplained duplicate
of myself definitely exists.

How did all this happen?

When Fisher came up,
his suit was covered

with a soft yellow ore

that had highly
unusual properties.

It may have caused
an overload.

Does the transporter
work at all?

Yes, but if we transport
the landing party, it might duplicate.

How long will it take
to find the trouble?

Can't say, sir.

We just can't leave
those four men down there.

It's getting dark.
They'll die!

The surface temperature goes
down to 120 degrees below zero.

We're doing everything
we can, sir.

Yes, I know, Scotty.

About your double, Captain.

Yes, uh...yes.

We'll have to find him.

Search parties, Mr. Spock.

Organize search parties.

We can't take a chance
on killing it.

We don't know what
would happen to you.

That's right.
We don't know,

but the men
have to be armed...

The men are to be armed,

with their phasers locked,

I repeat, locked,

on setting number one.

There can't be any chance

of him being killed.

He's to be taken without...

If the men are
forced to fire,

he can't be killed!

How shall we explain it
to them, Captain?

The search parties
are to capture you?

Tell them...

The search parties,
Captain.

I'll make an announcement
to the entire crew,

tell them what happened.

It's a good crew.

They deserve to know.

Captain,
no disrespect intended,

but you must surely realize

you can't announce
the full truth to the crew.

You haven't the right
to be vulnerable

in the eyes of the crew.

If you're anything
less than perfect,

they lose faith,
and you lose command.

Yes, I do know that,
Mr. Spock.

What I don't know...

is why I forgot
that just now.

Mr. Spock.

If you see me
slipping again,

your orders...

your orders...

are to tell me.

Understood, Captain.

Captain's Log,
stardate 1673.1.

Something has happened to me.

Somehow, in being duplicated,

I have lost
my strength of will.

Decisions are becoming
more and more difficult.

This is
the captain speaking.

There's an impostor
aboard the ship,

a man who looks
exactly like me.

This man is dangerous.

Utmost caution
is to be observed.

All crew members
are to arm themselves.

The impostor may be identified
by scratches on his face.

Repeat--the impostor
may be identified

by scratches on his face.

Section chiefs,
assign personnel to the search.

All search parties

report to...Mr. Spock
for assignment.

Something?

About the phaser weapons.

To be set for stunning
force and locked.

Oh, yes, yes.

All hand phasers

must be set on base cycle,

stunning force.

The impostor is
not to be injured.

Use minimum force.

I'm Captain Kirk!

--Is not to be injured.

I'm Captain Kirk.

I'm Captain Kirk!

I'm Captain Kirk!

I'm Captain Kirk!

Wilson!

Sir?

Wilson, give me your phaser.

Yes, sir.

How have you been?

Fine, sir.

How's it going down there,
Mr. Sulu?

It's already
20 degrees below zero.

Can't exactly call it balmy.

Isn't there any way
we can help them?

Thermal heaters were
transported down.

They duplicated.

They won't operate.

Then we've got to
get those men up.

Mr. Spock?

Spock here.

Transporter Technician
Wilson found injured

near the captain's cabin.

He says the impostor
attacked him,

called him by name,
took his hand phaser.

Acknowledged.
Continue the search.

We've got to
find him before he--

But how?

Apparently,
this double,

however different
in temperament,

has your knowledge
of the ship--

its crew, its devices.

This being the case,
perhaps we can outguess him

by determining
his next move.

Knowing how the ship
is designed,

where would you go
to elude a search?

The lower levels.

The engineering deck.

Set and locked
on base cycle

to stun, not to kill.

What about your phaser, Captain?

Don't you think we ought
to get some help?

No. I don't want
anyone else to see the...

Captain, you ordered me to tell you.

Mr. Spock, if I'm
to be the captain,

I've got to act like one.

You can't hurt me.

You can't kill me.

You can't.
Don't you understand?

I'm part of you.

You need me.

I need you.

I don't need you.

[Electrical Crackling]

He'll be regaining
consciousness soon,

and not knowing what
his physical state is,

I won't give him
a tranquilizer.

We'd better bind him.

Yes...yes. All right.

What's the matter with me?

Judging from
my observations, Captain,

you're losing
the power of decision.

You have a point, Spock?

Yes. Always, Doctor.
We have here

an unusual opportunity
to appraise the human mind,

or to examine, in Earth terms,

the roles of good and evil

in a man--

his negative side,

which you call hostility,
lust, violence,

and his positive side,

which Earth people
express as compassion,

Iove, tenderness.

Are you aware it's
the captain's guts you're analyzing?

Yes, and what makes one man
an exceptional leader?

We see indications
that it's his negative side

which makes him strong,

that his evil side,
controlled and disciplined,

is vital to his strength.

Your negative side
removed from you,

the power of command
begins to elude you.

What is your point,
Mr. Spock?

If your power of command weakens,

you'll be unable
to be captain.

You must be
prepared for that.

You have your intellect, Jim.

You can fight with that!

For how long?

If I seem insensitive

to what you're going through,

understand--
it's the way I am.

Captain Kirk.

Kirk here.

Mr. Scott, sir,

on the lower level
of the engineering deck.

I found the new trouble
with the transporter.

The casing has a gap ripped in it.

The main circuits

have been burned through.

The abort control circuit
is gone altogether.

Can you give us
a status report, Captain?

Temperature's still dropping.

Now 41 degrees below zero.

We've located the trouble.

It shouldn't be much longer.

Could you find
a long rope somewhere

and lower us down
a pot of hot coffee?

I'll see what we can do.

Rice wine will do,
if you're short on coffee.

Engineering deck,
Kirk here.

Scott here, Captain.

That unit, Scotty,
status report.

The transporter unit
ionizer--

Nothing much left of it, sir.

How bad is it?

We can't repair it
in less than a week.

Captain's Log,
stardate 1673.5.

Transporter still inoperable.

My negative self

is under restraint in sick bay.

My own indecisiveness growing.

My force of will
steadily weakening.

On the planet, condition critical.

Surface temperature
is 75 degrees below zero,

still dropping.

I think we ought to give
room service another call.

That coffee's
taking too long.

Enterprise,
this is Sulu.

Kirk here, Mr. Sulu.

Hot line
direct to the captain?

Are we that far gone?

I gave everybody
the afternoon off.

I'm watching the store.

How is it down there?

Oh, lovely,

except that the frost
is building up.

We're using hand phasers
to heat the rocks.

One phaser quit on us.

Three still operating.

Any possibility
of getting us back aboard

before the skiing season
opens down here?

This is Spock, Mr. Sulu.

You'll have to hold on
a little longer.

There's no other way.

Survival procedures, Mr. Sulu.

Per your training program,
Mr. Spock.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

What happened?

Apparently
the body functioning weakened

during
the duplication process--

A fact I failed to consider.

He's not dying?

Yes, he is.

Help me.

How can he die?

Can I survive
without him?

I don't know, Jim.

Don't be afraid.

Here's my hand.

Hold on.

You don't have to be afraid.

Hold on!

You won't be afraid
if you use your mind!

That's it!

Jim, he is back!

Jim.

You can use
that brandy now.

In fact, I'll join you.

I have to
take him back...

inside myself.

I can't survive
without him.

I don't want him back.

He's like an animal,
a thoughtless, brutal animal,

and yet it's me...

me.

Jim... you're no different
than anyone else.

We all have
our darker side.

We need it!

It's half of what we are.

It's not ugly.
It's human.

Human.

A lot of what he is
makes you the man you are.

God forbid I should
agree with Spock,

but he was right.

Without the negative side,

you couldn't be the captain.

Your strength of command
lies mostly in him.

What do I have?

You have the goodness.

Not enough.
I have a ship to command.

The intelligence,
the logic--

It appears your half
has most of that,

and perhaps that's where
man's essential courage comes from.

For you see,
he was afraid,

and you weren't.

Captain Kirk.

Kirk here.

Spock here.

Come to the transporter room.

We may have found an answer.

Coming.

What is it?

We got the transporter working.

We've attached to some bypass
and leader circuits

to compensate
for the difference,

tied directly
into the impulse engines.

There shouldn't be more
than a 5-point variation

in the velocity balance.

I suggest
we send the animal through.

Captain?

Yes. Go ahead.

[Growling And Snarling]

I'll hold him
as long as I can.

Don't hurt him.

It's painless and quick.

The animal will be unconscious
for only a few minutes.

[Buzzing]

[Scott] lf this doesn't work,
I don't know what will.

Energize.

Reverse.

The shock of putting him
back together

was too much for him.

He's dead, Jim.

[Spock]
Captain's Log, stardate 1673.1.

Entry made
by Second Officer Spock.

Captain Kirk
retains command of this vessel,

but his force of will
rapidly fading.

Condition of landing party critical.

Transporter unit
still under repair.

Autopsy in-depth. Hurry.

I don't know.

Animal could have died

of some kind of shock.

For once,
I agree with you.

I said "could have," Spock.

We won't know until
we get a post-mortem.

No autopsy is necessary to know
that the animal was terrified.

It was split into two
and thrust back together.

Thus shock induced
by blind terror.

That sounds likely.

It couldn't understand. You can.

You have your intelligence
controlling your fear.

Get the transporter room ready.

Could be, if, maybe--

All guesswork,
just theory.

Give me a chance
to do an autopsy

and let Spock check
the transporter circuits again.

That sounds reasonable.

We should
double-check everything.

Aren't you
forgetting something, Captain?

No, I don't think I f--

Your men on the planet,

how much time do they have?

Yes. The men.

We have to take the chance.

Suppose it wasn't shock, Jim.

Suppose death was caused

by transporter malfunction.

Then you'd die.

They'd die, anyway.

Don't risk your life
on a theory!

Being split in two halves

is no theory with me, Doctor.

I have a human half
and an alien half

at war with each other.

Personal experience, Doctor.

I survive because
my intelligence wins,

makes them live together.

Your intelligence would
enable you to survive, as well.

Help me.

Somebody make the decision.

Are you relinquishing
command, Captain?

No.

No, I'm not.

Well, then we
can't help you, Jim.

The decision is yours.

Mr. Spock,
ready the transporter room.

Bones, continue the autopsy.

[Uhura]
Captain Kirk,

I have a tie-in with Sulu now.

Kirk here.

Captain...K-Kirk...
Sulu here.

117 b-below.

Can't...last much longer.

Can't see clearly, Doctor,

to read top indicator.

Think the cold...
penetrating communicator.

Two men...unconscious.

No time.

No...

Can't wait. No time.

Mr. Sulu.

Mr. Sulu.

Can't wait.

Can't let them die.

What will you do?

Go through the transporter,
both of us.

There's nothing
I can do to stop you?

It's what I have to do.

It's what I have to do,

what we have to do.

I won't fight you anymore.

Oh...

I feel so weak.

I'll be glad
when this is over.

Janice, hello.

Captain, l--

Yeoman, I owe you
an explanation.

The transporter
malfunctioned,

divided me,
created a duplicate.

The animal part of me
came to your cabin.

He even scratched me
to make us look more alike.

I'd like the chance
to explain it to you.

You don't mind if
I come to your cabin later?

No, sir.

Bridge.

No word from Mr. Sulu, sir.

Prepare to leave orbit,
Mr. Farrell.

Captain--

I gave you an order.
They can't be saved.

Prepare to leave orbit.

Yes, sir.

Captain, I thought--

I've changed my mind.

[Door Opens]

Grab him.
He's the impostor.

No!

McCoy, he's fooled you.

He attacked him.

Mr. Spock, you know who I am
and what that is.

Mr. Spock, which one?

What do we do?

We'll let the captain
handle this.

I'm the captain.
Isn't that obvious?

Look at his face.
Remember the scratches?

He's hiding them.

He wants you to think
that he's Captain Kirk.

You know who I am.

Yes, I know.

You want to kill me,
don't you?

Farrell, James, grab him!
He'll destroy the ship!

Don't you understand?
I'm captain of the ship!

I'm the captain!

This is my ship!
My ship!

It's mine!

I'll kill you.

Can half a man live?

Take another step,
you'll die.

Then we'll both die.

Please.

I don't want to.

Don't make me.

I don't want to go back.

Please!

I want to live!

You will.

Both of us.

I want to live!

You'll have to hold on
to him, Captain.

Mr. Spock.

Captain?

If this doesn't work...

Understood, Captain.

Mr. Spock.

Ready.

Well, Mr. Spock?

Jim?

Get those men aboard fast.

Right away, Captain.

Severe exposure and frostbite,

but I think they'll make it.

How do you feel, Jim?

How?

I've seen a part of myself
no man should ever see.

Status report, green.

All sections report ready, sir.

Good.

Thank you, Mr. Spock...

from both of us.

Shall I pass that on
to the crew, sir?

The impostor's where he belongs.
Let's forget him.

Captain.

The impostor told me
what happened,

who he really was,

and I'd just
like to say that...

well, sir,

what I'd like--

Thank you, Yeoman.

The, uh, impostor had
some interesting qualities,

wouldn't you say, Yeoman?

This is
the captain speaking.

Navigator,
set in course correction.

Helmsman,
steady as she goes.