All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x12] - Miri

Earth-style
distress signal--SOS.

I've answered it on all frequencies,
sir. They don't reply.

Not a vessel, a ground source.

The third planet in this solar system,
according to my instruments.

Directly ahead.
Definitely an Earth-style signal.

We're hundreds of light years
from Earth, Mr. Spock.

No colonies or vessels
out this far.

Measuring the planet now, Captain.
It's spheroid-shaped.

Circumference--
24,874 miles.

Mass--6 times 1 0
to the 2 1 st power tons.

Mean density--5.51 7.

Atmosphere...

oxygen, nitrogen.

Earth!

Not the Earth,
another Earth.

Another Earth?

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 2713.5.

In the distant reaches of our galaxy,
we have made an astonishing discover--

Earth-type radio signals
coming from a planet

which apparently is an exact duplicate
of the Earth.

It seems impossible,
but there it is.

- Hold us in a fixed orbit, Mr. Spock.
- Affirmative, Captain.

- Still no response, communications?
- None, Captain.

We'll beam down.
Alert security.

Prepare to transport
landing party to surface.

We'll land in the vicinity

of the distress signals
now being received.

Identical.

Earth...as it was
in the early 1 900s.

More the, uh, mid-1 900s.

I would say, Captain,
approximately 1 960.

But where is everybody?

Readings indicate that natural
deterioration has been taking place

on this planet
for at least several centuries.

- You mean there's no one alive?
- Not conclusive, yeoman.

The evidence would suggest
that the distress signal is automated.

Now, this is marvelous--

the most horrible conglomeration
of antique architecture I've ever seen.

Mr. Spock.

[Tricycle Bell Rings]

[Wheel Squeaks]

Mine! Mine!

Mine!

Mine! Mine!

Mine! Mine! Mine!

[Sobbing]
It's broke.

Somebody...broke it.

Fix.

Somebody...please fix.
[Sobbing]

Of course
somebody will fix it.

Definitely humanoid,
in spite of the distortion.

But with the mind
of a child.

[Gasping]

- Bones, what is it?
- A seizure of some type.

- We want to help you.
- Liar!

Never...never!

Never! Never!

Never! Never! Never!

It's dead.

- It's incredible.
- What?

Its metabolic rate--

it's impossibly high
as if it's burning itself up,

almost as if it aged a century
in just the past few minutes.

[Footsteps]

Come on!

[Creaking]

How old is this thing?

About 300 years.

[Thumping]

- [Groan]
- Come out!

We mean you no harm.

- Don't hurt me, please.
- I'm not going to hurt you.

- Please, don't. I didn't do anything.
- I won't hurt you.

- No, please, don't.
- I only want to talk to you.

- No, don't. Don't hurt.
- Come on.

- Don't, please.
- I won't hurt you.

It's all right.
Come on.

We won't hurt you, sweetheart.
We're your friends.

No, shh!

Take the guards.
Have a look outside.

Radioactive readings, chemical
pollution, any further sign of life.

Right, Captain.

I wonder what happened to her
that she should be so terrified of us.

[Tricorder Whines]

But I remember the things
you Grups did--

burning, yelling,
hurting people.

We didn't do anything
like that.

You're not going to hurt?

Well, of course not.

We're here to help.

Grups don't help.

But we will.

What happened here?
Where is everybody?

You know.

No, I don't.
Won't you tell me?

You got a foolie,
is that it?

You want me to play,
but I can't.

- I don't know the rules.
- Foolie?

A game, you know.

I can't play a game
without rules.

Even Grups ought to know that.

- What are Grups?
- You are.

They will,
when Onlies get old.

Grownups.

You said something about the...Grups
doing bad things--

yelling, hurting, burning.

That was when they started
to get sick in the before time.

We hid,
then they were gone.

Am I doing all right?

You're doing fine.

You said the Grups got sick.

Is that why there aren't
any of them around?

Yes. They died,

but that was after
the awful things.

A plague, Captain.
That could explain a lot of it.

But what about the children,
the...Onlies?

Didn't the awful things
affect them?

Of course not.
We're here, aren't we?

More of you?
How many?

All there are.

- What's your name?
- Miri.

Miri...

pretty name...

for a pretty young woman.

Pretty?

Very pretty.

[Crash]

Guards!

Cover me.

[Children]
' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah
Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah
Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah
Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

Children, Captain,
lots of them.

We couldn't begin
to get close to them.

They just seemed
to scurry away like animals.

- Only children.
- Miri said all the adults died.

That creature which attacked us
was certainly no child.

Perhaps it died of the disease
the girl's talking about.

There must be
records somewhere...

and answers to some
of our questions.

Miri...

do you know any buildings

where the doctors
used to work?

Yes, I know that.
Them and their pills and things.

- Take me there?
- That's a bad place.

It's important.

Please?

All right.

Do you have a name, too?

Yes. It'sJim.

I like that name.

Good. I like yours, too.

I like you.

Do you, really?

I wouldn't lie to you.

I wouldn't lie to you,
either,Jim.

I remember the Grups,
but you're nice.

You're different.

Why, thankyou.

It's already starting.
I knew it would.

Just like it did
with the Grups.

It'll spread all overyou,
and you'll yell.

You'll try to hurt everybody.
Then you'll die.

I knew it would!
I knew it would!

Captain's Log,
stardate 2713.6.

The building Miriledus to

also housed an automatic
transmission station,

which sent out the signals
that drewus to this planet.

We also discovered
something else--

that the blues plotches,
characteristic of the unknown disease

had appearedon each of us,

with the exception
of Mr. Spock.

There wasa well-equipped laborator
in the building.

Dr. McCoy took tissue samples
of each of us

in an attempt to isolate
the organism responsible.

A veritable zoo of bacteria.

Beam down a biocomputer
and a portable electronic microscope.

If I'm dealing with viruses, I'll need
better equipment than I have here.

- Yes, Doctor. Captain Kirk?
- Yes, Lieutenant?

I've got volunteers
ready to help you, sir.

Under no circumstances
is anyone to beam down.

We can't take any chances
with further contamination.

- But, Captain, if you become too ill--
- My orders stand, Lieutenant.

You can help us best
by standing by. Kirk out.

- Bones.
- Hmm?

Why do you think the symptoms
haven't appeared in Mr. Spock?

I don't know. Probably
the little bugs have no appetite

for green blood.

Being a red-blooded human

obviously has its disadvantages.

There you have
a museum piece, Doctor.

Lens type--
manually operated, light-activated.

Spare me the analysis,
Mr. Spock, please.

It is enough that it works.

It spreads real fast.
I know.

When you're old,
it covers you like anything.

"lntermediate experimentation
report project

on life..."

"Prolongation."

"Progress report-- genetics section,
Life Prolongation Project."

That's what it was.

Life prolongation.

Didn't have much luck,
did they?

Captain's Log.
Dr. McCoy's biocomputer

and a portable
electronic microscope

have been beamed down
from the Enterprise.

They will be used in conjunction
with computer banks on-boardship.

Tubular with
extreme multiplicability.

Appear to have affinity
for nucleic acids...

This was 300 years ago, Captain.

All the adults are dead.

Only the children
are left alive.

But children become adults.

At least...
they have up to now.

Doctor?

There are certain
glandular changes

which take place upon entering puberty,
are there not?

Of course. It changes the entire
body system. You know that.

Of course you know that.
Why?

Is it not possible
that these children here,

as they enter puberty,
contract the disease?

That would explain
why there are no adults.

Glandular, postpubescent.
It could be.

It's illogical.
It does not follow.

All the adults
on this planet died

300 years ago,

but there are children
in the streets.

Who die when they
enter adolescence.

But...how do they
keep the line going?

One thing, Captain.
If she were a wild animal

ever since she's
been a little girl,

how do you explain
that she wants to stay with us?

Lone liness. Curiosity.

I think children have
an instinctive need for adults.

They want to be told
right and wrong.

There may be other emotions
at work in this case, Captain.

[McCoy]
She likes you,Jim.

She's becoming a woman.

- Mr. Spock.
- [Communicator Beeps]

- Spock here.
- Here are those figures you askedfor.

12 to the 10th power.

Metabolic rate--72%.

Production of nucleic acids
reduced to 33% of normal.

Conventional chronological
progression--100x3.6.

Acknowledged, Lieutenant.

I have the calculations now.

Try again.
See if you can find anything outside.

Hey...clean up that desk
for me, will you?

All right,Jim.

According to
their life prolongation plan,

what they thought
they were accomplishing,

a person would age
only one month

for every 1 00 years
of real time.

1 00 years?
And only one month?

Exactly, yeoman.

Evidently through
some miscalculation,

this virus annihilated
the entire adult population

in a very short period,

Ieaving only the children.

But that means
these children...

could very well be
immensely old.

That would certainly answer the question
of what happened to their parents.

- Answers it very well.
- Children who never age...

eternal childhood, filled with play,
no responsibilities.

It's almost like a dream.

I wouldn't examine that dream
too closely, yeoman.

It might not turn out
to be very pretty.

A few days ago
or a week ago

that creature that attacked us

could have been
just like Miri.

A child entering puberty on this planet
means a death sentence.

Do you suppose she knows?

- I don't think so.
- If they're as old as Spock claims,

they must have some idea
of what's happening.

There's no adult interpretation.
I think we're dealing with children,

immensely old perhaps
but nonetheless children.

We've got to do something
about the others.

We can't even get
a glimpse of them.

You couldn't get close
to the other kids?

Impossible. They know
the area too well, like mice.

I'm going to try.

Miri?

Come here.

- You want to go someplace with me?
- Sure.

That little girl--

Is at least 300 years older
than you are, yeoman.

Think about it.

Miri is with them!
Why?

- Why?
- What's she going to do,Jahn?

I don't--I don't know.

I know what
we've got to do.

There are more of them
than we see.

Somewhere, up in the sky,

maybe, somewhere.

They talk to each other
all the time.

You know Grups. You know what they do--
the hurting, the killing.

I remember the way it was.

That's right,
the way it was in the before time.

They talk to the other Grups
with these little boxes.

Now, if they didn't have
those little boxes,

they'd be...all alone.

- Huh?
- But they don't see us. We hide.

- Olly olly oxen free!
- Olly olly oxen free!

- Olly olly oxen free!
- Olly olly oxen free!

No!

It's not a game.

It's real.

They're dangerous. They're Grups.
Don't you understand?

Jahn!

All right! Let's hide!

[Thump]

[Children Scream]

Aah!

Aah!

Dead.

I don't understand it.
My phaser wasn't set to kill.

Her name was Louise.

She was just a little bit older
than I am when it happened.

Oh,Jim.

Data has been fed
into the computers.

- Standby.
- Acknowledged.

- Are these enough,Jim?
- We could use more, if you don't mind.

No, I don't mind.

There couldn't be any doubt
about what you found here?

This fellow made these notes

in the last weeks
after the disaster began.

I disregard these last entries.

He said himself he was too sick,
too far gone

to be sure he wasn't already mad,
and I agree,

but based on the entries
he made before that,

I know how much time we have.

The ship's computers
will verify my figures.

Only a matter of time before
we all go mad, destroy each other,

till the last of us
finally destroys himself.

What about Miri?

Our guess was correct.
They contract the disease

as they enter puberty
and their metabolism changes.

The notes indicate it doesn't
become acute for a month or so.

I estimate she has perhaps
five or six weeks left.

- What about us?
- The older the victim,

the more rapid the progress
of the disease.

And you? The disease doesn't
seem to be interested in you.

I am a carrier. Whatever happens,
I can't go back to the ship,

and I do want to go
back to the ship, Captain.

Of course, Mr. Spock.

We still don't know
what we're fighting.

But we know what it is
and how fast it works.

It's progressing.
We'll begin to feel it inside soon--

intense fever,
great pain in the extremities,

fuzziness of vision.

Of course, those are the early symptoms.
There'll be more.

You're certain
about the time we have left?

I presume my calculations
are correct.

- Is there any possibility--
- This is the Enterprise.

Spock here.

Computer indicates
170 hours, Mr. Spock.

Verified, Captain.
We have seven days.

Captain's Log,
supplement--

This is the second day of the seven
left to us. We've found nothing.

Enterprise is standing by with labs
and computers ready to assist us.

There's no data,

no stopping point.

I think I've found it.

Janice, take Miri for a walk.

Yes, sir.

Only one half intact.

- Do you know what they were up to?
- More or less.

The idea was to create
a new series of diseases--

a chain reaction of viruses
meant essentially to extend the life

of the human cell immeasurably.

Unfortunately, they weren't successful.
We've seen the results.

You two will have to recreate
their thinking.

If you can isolate
that virus,

we'll be able
to develop a vaccine.

Is that all, Captain?
We have five days, you know.

- I know.
- [Children's Voices]

- ' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '
- The children.

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah
Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

- Anything?
- No, nothing.

And you?

[Grate Closes]

Communicators, Captain...

they're gone.

We've got to have
those communicators.

Without them,
we don't have the computers,

and without the computers,
we don't have a chance.

Captain's Log,
stardate 2717.3--

Three days, seven hours
left to us.

Investigation proves
that the supply of food in the area

is running dangerously low.

Unless something is done, the children
will starve in a few months.

The disease is working on each of us
according to Dr. McCoy's prediction.

Our temper sare growing short.

We're no further along
than we were two day sago.

- Haven't you found a thing yet?
- Would you like to take a crack at it?

[Glass Breaks]

No! No!

No!

I'm upset, Captain.
So upset.

Back on the ship, I used to try
to get you to look at my legs.

Captain, look at my legs.

We're all frightened.

[McCoy]
Jim, I found something!

The last slide I examined,
I failed to make the adjustment.

- The slowing down of my responses--
- What did you find?

The disease--
the one they created 300 years ago.

- There's a chance!
- A chance.

At least it's a race now,

and we've just wasted a minute.

That would be some foolie, Miri,
but do you think it would work?

I know.
I know.

Don't you think
I've heard them talk?

They have such little time
to do this dumb thing of theirs--

This baninski thing.
If we get her away--

that yeoman-- that's one person
less to start off with.

But how, Miri,
if they're so busy,

if they're going to have
the big emergency,

how are you going
to get her away?

It's easy. She's always asking me
about the youngest Onlies--

"What if they get sick,
who takes care of them?

"Do they have enough to eat?
Where do they sleep?"

I'll just tell her
one of you fell down and got hurt.

- Me. Say it's me.
- All right. You.

But Grups--
they know things and all that.

You know, I bet they'll
be able to do it with one person less.

Not one-- two.

Because he'll try
to find her.

Who?
Who will, Miri?

The captain.

He'll try to find her,
but he won't...

Mr. Lovey-dovey.

Lovey-dovey--

Bunk bunk on the head.

Bunk bunk! Bunk bunk!

Bunk bunk! Bunk bunk!

Bunk bunk! Bunk bunk!

Bunk bunk! Bunk bunk!

Bunk bunk! Bunk bunk!

Bunk bunk! Bunk bunk!

- It looks right.
- The nitrogen cycle-- it has to be.

Yeah, but the question is--
what's the dosage?

Hmm. That is
a very good question.

Where is she, Miri?
Where's Janice?

What's the matter with you?
How should I know?

Where is she?

Has something happened to her?

Don't you feel all right?

No, I don't feel all right!

None of us feel all right!

Can't you see what's going on?

Jim, I don't want anything
to happen to you.

- I've got to find Janice.
- That's not all, Captain.

We've got to find
those communicators.

We're trying.
We're trying very hard.

That's not enough!
This could be it,

but we can't test it
without the ship's computers.

- We've got to have those communicators.
- This is the vaccine?

That's what the computers
will tell us.

Without them, it could be
a beaker full of death.

Did you hear them?

We only have a few hours left.

I don't care.

You've got to care.

Miri...

I'm going to tell you something.

You, your friends,

all the Onlies
are going to get the disease

unless we succeed
in what we're doing.

- You've seen your friends get it.
- Sometimes.

Not sometimes.
All the times, Miri!

As soon as you start growing up
the way you are--

Don't you know

why you don't like
to play games anymore,

why you don't see your friends
the way you used to?

It's because you're becoming
a young woman...

and the moment you
become a young woman,

you get the disease--
all of you.

That's not true.
Itjust happens sometimes.

All the time, Miri!
It's happening to you right now!

- Look at it! It's in you!
- No!

No! No!

Blah, blah, blah!

No, you got the wrong game--

A teacher, I told you!

Now, what does
a teacher say, huh?

Yeah.

Study, study, study,

or bunk bunk, bad kid.

- It's not funny.
- It's a foolie.

What are you going
to do with me?

You think I'd tell you?

[Door Opens]

Miri.

- You're not supposed to be here.
- I know.

- Something go wrong?
- No.

Okay, then. Don'tjust
stand there in the doorway.

Come on in.

- Listen to him.
- You listen, Miri.

Why do you think I brought him here?
Tell them,Jim.

"Tell them,Jim."
"Tell them,Jim."

Tell them,Jim!
Tell them,Jim!

Tell them,Jim!
Tell them,Jim!

- Tell them,Jim!
- Tell them,Jim!

Tell them,Jim!
Tell them,Jim!

Tell them,Jim!
Tell them,Jim!

Tell them,Jim!
Tell them,Jim!

Tell them,Jim!
Tell them,Jim!

Listen to me.
Listen to me!

No yelling in the classroom!

Look at him--
a very bad citizen.

This isn't a game.
It never was a game.

- Call the police!
- I'm the police.

- Bunk bunk unless you're good.
- You're the teacher.

I got twojobs.
Bunk bunk!

[Children]
Blah blah blah! Blah blah blah!

Blah blah blah!
Blah blah blah!

Listen to me!

You've got our communicators--

the boxes we talk into.

- We need them to talk to the ship.
- Blah blah blah!

No blah blah blah!

Because if we don't
talk to the ship,

if you don't help us...

there won't be
any games anymore.

There won't be anything...

nothing--

no Grups, no Onlies,

nobody left...

forever and ever.

Captain!

Now, listen to me. You've got
to help us before it's too late.

Let Janice go.

Give me those communicators
before it's too late.

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah '

' Nyah yah yah-yah yah "

You've seen your friends

change one by one
as they grew up.

Did you ever see
one of them not change?

One by one,
they got the disease,

and they became like--

Iike those creatures you're afraid of--
Iike Louise.

They changed
and got the disease.

The disease I've got,
like Miri has.

Do you understand what I'm saying?
You're not babies.

We can help you!

Bunk bunk!
Bunk bunk!

No, please. No!

It's waiting foryou.
It may only be a matter of months.

Listen to him.
He's telling the truth.

He's funny.
He thinks he's funny.

- Bunk bunk! Get him!
- Look at my arms!

That's what's going
to happen to you...

unless you let me help you.

- Bunk bunk!
- Bunk bunk!

And the little ones...

what's going to happen
to them after you've gone,

after you've turned
into creatures like Louise?

They'll still be here, but not for
long, because the food's all gone.

You've eaten it.

Maybe six months left,
that's all,

and then nothing left to eat,

nobody left
to take care of them.

They'll die, too.

Look at my arm.
It's happening to me.

- He's telling the truth.
- They're Grups!

Bunk bunk!
Bunk bunk!

Bunk bunk!
Bunk bunk!

You want a foolie?
All right.

I dare you.

I double-dare you.

Look at the blood
on my face.

Blood on your hands.

Now who's doing the hurting?

Not the Grups.

It's you hurting, yelling,
maybe killing,

just like the Grups
and creatures you're afraid of.

You're acting like them,
and you're going to bejust like them

unless you let me help you.

I'm a Grup...

and I want to help you.

I'm begging you.
Let me help you,

or there won't be anything
left at all.

Please.

We can't wait for those communicators
any longer.

- We must. The vaccine could be fatal.
- The disease certainly is.

How long do we have left--
hours, minutes?

How much longer
do you want to wait?

Bickering is pointless.
I'll check on the captain's progress.

Spock!

Is he dead, Mr. Spock?

Not yet.

- 3 hours, 11 minutes left.
- Thank you, Lieutenant.

Keep this channel open.
Clear your computers.

- What happened to McCoy?
- He injected himself with the vaccine.

He was unconscious
when I found him.

Look at his face.

The blemishes are fading.

[Spock]
They're fading.

Who will understand
the medical mind?

Is this supposed to be
a good thing, Miri?

Of course it is.

They were just children. To leave them
there with a medical team--

just children--
300 years old and more.

I've already contacted
space central.

- They'll send teachers, advisers.
- And truant officers, I presume.

They'll be all right.

Miri--

she really loved you, you know.

Yes.

I never get involved
with older women, yeoman.

- Mr. Spock?
- Captain?

Full ahead.
Warp factor 1 .

Warp factor 1 , Captain.