All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x25] - This Side Of Paradise

Approaching Omicron Ceti 3, sir.

Standard orbit, Mr. Painter.

Yes, sir.

Captain.

Yes, Lieutenant.

I've been transmitting
a contact signal

every five minutes.

All I get is dead air.
Shall I continue?

Maintain transmission pattern

until we've established orbit.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Spock...

there were 150 men,
women, and children

in that colony.

What are the chances of survivors?

Absolutely none, Captain.

Berthold rays are
such a recent discovery

we do not yet have full knowledge
of their nature.

It is known, however,

that living animal tissue

disintegrates under exposure.

Sandoval's group could not have
survived after three years.

Are you saying that those people

built a future in a place
knowing they might not survive?

I am saying
they knew there was a risk.

Can we afford to send people
to the planet's surface?

The breakdown of tissue
does not develop immediately.

We can risk a limited exposure.

We've established orbit, sir.

And I've pinpointed a settlement.

Thank you, Mr. Painter.

Mr. Spock,
equip a landing party of five

to accompany me
to the planet's surface.

Include Dr. McCoy and a biologist.

I'll want them in 10 minutes.

[Transporter Effect Whines]

[Tricorder Hums]

[Kirk]
Another dream that failed.

There's nothing sadder.

It took these people a year

to make the trip from Earth.

They came all that way and died.

Hardly that, sir.

Welcome to Omicron Ceti 3.

I'm Elias Sandoval.

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 3417.3 --

We thought our mission
to Omicron Ceti 3

would be an unhappy one.

We had expected to find

no survivors of
the agricultural colony there.

Apparently,
our information was incorrect.

We haven't seen anyone
outside our group

for four years
since we left Earth.

We've been expecting someone
for some time.

Our subspace radio
didn't work properly.

We didn't have anyone

who could master its intricacies.

Actually, Mr. Sandoval,

we didn't come here
because of your silent radio.

It makes little difference, Captain.

You're here.
We're happy to see you.

Let me show you our settlement.

Pure speculation,
Just an educated guess,

I'd say that man is alive.

Captain, this planet is being
bombarded by berthold rays

as our reports indicated.

At this intensity,

we'll be safe for a week
if necessary.

But...

But these people
shouldn't be alive.

Is it possible that they're not?

You shook hands with him, Jim.

His flesh was warm.
He's alive.

There's no doubt about that.

There's also no question of the fact

that berthold rays
are incontrovertibly deadly.

There's no miracle
connected with it.

No cures, no serums, no antidotes.

If a man is exposed long enough,

he dies.

Gentlemen...

we're debating in a vacuum.

Let's go get some answers.

There are two other settlements,

but we have 45 colonists here.

What was the reason
for the dispersal?

We felt three groups
would have better potential.

If disease were
to strike one group,

the others would be
less likely to be affected.

Omicron is an ideal
agricultural planet.

We determined not to suffer the fate

of expeditions that went before us.

Elias.

Leila, come meet our guests.

This is Leila Kalomi, our botanist.

Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock.

Mr. Spock and I have met before.

It's been a long time.

Mr. Sandoval,
we do have a mission here.

Examinations, tests.

By all means, make them.

I think you'll find our settlement
an interesting one.

Our philosophy is a simple one:

that men should return
to a less complicated life.

We have few mechanical things here.

No vehicles, no weapons.

We have harmony here.

Complete peace.

We'll try not to interfere
with your work.

Make yourselves at home, gentlemen.

What exactly are
we looking for anyway, sir?

Whatever doesn't look right.

Whatever that is.

When it comes to farms,

I wouldn't know
what looked right or wrong

if it were 2 feet from me.

Hey.

What is it?

No cows.

This barn isn't even built for them,

Just for storage.

Come to think of it,

we haven't seen any animals.

No horses, no pigs,

not even a dog.

Nothing.

You've known the Vulcanian?

On Earth, six years ago.

Did you love him?

If I did,
it was important only to myself.

How did he feel?

Mr. Spock's feelings
were never expressed to me.

It is said he has none to give.

Would you like him
to stay with us now?

To be as one of us?

There is no choice, Elias.

He will stay.

[Medical Tricorder Hums]

That'll be all.

Thank you very much.

Anything?

I've examined nine men so far

varying in ages from 23 to 59.

They're all in perfect condition.

Text book responses.
Heart/lungs, excellent.

Coordination, excellent.

Reflexes, excellent.

Many more of them,
and I can throw away my shingle.

[Communicator Beeps]

Kirk here.

Spock here, Captain.

There seems to be
a total absence of life on the planet

with the exception of the colonists

and various types of flora.

Sulu had the same observation.

Any explanations?

Not at the moment, sir.

I am conducting various tests,

but results are inconclusive.

Very well.
Continue investigations. Kirk out.

Hmm. No animals?

That's peculiar.

Especially in view of the fact

that the records indicate

that they had some
for breeding and food purposes.

Apparently, none of them survived.

I'd like to see
their medical records.

I thought you might.

Oh, Captain,
I've been looking for you.

You haven't seen
our fields and crops.

I'd like to show you
what we've accomplished here.

I'll have to bow out.

I have to continue with
these medical examinations.

However, if I find
everyone else's health

to be as perfect as yours, I...

He promised
to throw away his shingle.

You'll find no weaklings here.

Captain.

This is the reason, Captain.

This soil will grow anything
we plant in it.

It's a perfect world.

We have a moderate climate,

moderate rains all year round.

It gives us all we need.

It is perfect.

Pardon me, Captain.

Biology report ready, sir.

I have work to attend
to myself, Captain.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

I heard Sandoval saying
they could grow anything here.

That's true.
They've got a variety of crops in.

Grains, potatoes, beans.

Make your point.

Well, for an agricultural colony,

they have actually
very little acreage planted.

There's enough to sustain the colony,

but very little more.

It's like a jigsaw puzzle
all one color.

No key to where the pieces fit in.

Why?

[Communicator Beeps]

Kirk here.

This is McCoy, Jim.

I think you better get back here.

Trouble?

No, but you should see this
for yourself.

On my way.

Sandoval's medical record
four years ago.

He registered scar tissue on his lungs

from lobar pneumonia
suffered when he was a child.

No major operations,

but there was an appendectomy.

Received all required inoculations,
et cetera.

What's so strange about that?

Nothing.

But I examined that man
no more than two hours ago.

Know what his readings were?

Perfect, perfect, and perfect.

Just like everyone else
I've examined here.

Instrument malfunction?

I thought of that
and tested it on myself.

It accurately recorded
my lack of tonsils

and those two broken ribs
I had once.

It did not record the scar tissue
on Sandoval's lungs,

but it did record a healthy appendix

where one was supposedly removed.

[Tricorder Hums]

Nothing.

Not even insects.

Yet your plants grow,

and you've survived
exposure to berthold rays.

That can be explained.

Please do.

Later.

I have never understood
the female capacity

to avoid a direct answer
to any question.

And I never understood you.

Until now.

There was always a place in here

where no one could come.

There was only the face
you allow people to see.

Only one side you'd allow them to know.

I would like to know

how your people
have managed to survive here.

I missed you.

Logically, you should all be dead.

If I tell you how we survive,

will you try to understand

how we feel about our life here?

About each other?

Emotions are alien to me.

I'm a scientist.

Someone else might believe that--

your shipmates, your captain--

but not me.

Come.

Mr. Sandoval,

I've received orders
from Starfleet Command

to evacuate all personnel
from this colony.

Naturally, you'll inform your people
to begin preparations.

We will have accommodations for you
aboard the Enterprise.

No.

Uh, it's not an arbitrary decision
on my part.

I have my orders.

Captain, it's entirely unnecessary.

We're in no danger here.

We've explained
the berthold rays to you

and their effect.

Can't you understand?

Doctor, how can
I make you understand?

Your own instruments have shown
we're all in perfect health.

We've had no deaths here.

What about your animals?

We're vegetarians.

That doesn't answer
my question, sir.

Why did all your animals die?

Captain, you stress
very unimportant matters.

We will not leave.

It's not much further.

You've not yet explained
the nature of this thing.

Its basic properties and elements
are not important.

What is important
is it gives life, peace, love.

What you're describing

was once known in the vernacular

as a happiness pill.

And you, as a scientist,

should know that
that's not possible.

Come.

I was one of the first to find them.

The spores.

Spores?

No...

It shouldn't hurt.

No, I can't.

Please, don't!

Not like this,
it didn't hurt us.

I am not like you.

Now...

now you belong to all of us...

and we to you.

There's no need
to hide your inner face any longer.

We understand.

I love you.

I can love you.

Captain 's Log. : supplemental.

We have been ordered
by Starfleet Command

to evacuate the colony on Omicron 3.

However, the colony leader,
Elias Sandoval,

has refused all cooperation

and will not listen to any arguments.

Sandoval.

Your arguments are very valid,

but they don't apply to us.

You're being unreasonable.

Nevertheless, excuse me.

Excuse me.

My orders are
to remove all the colonists.

That's exactly what I intend to do

with or without your help.

Without, I should think.

Would you like to use
a butterfly net on him?

Captain!

We've checked out everything.

It all seems normal

except for the absence
of any animals.

We have orders
to evacuate all colonists

to Star base 27.

I want landing parties
to coordinate the colonists

and prepare them for transport
up to the ship.

We'll need
extra accommodations aboard.

Where's Mr. Spock and Mr. DeSalle?

We haven't seen them
since we began our check.

DeSalle was going to examine
some native plants.

Did Spock call in at all?

No, he didn't.

Spock?

See to the landing parties, Mr. Sulu.

Spock?

[Beep Beep]

That one looks like a dragon.

You see the tail
and the dorsal spines?

I've never seen a dragon.

- [Beep Beep]
- I have.

- [Beep Beep]
- On Berengaria 7.

But I've never stopped
to look at clouds before.

[Beep Beep Beep]

Or rainbows.

I can tell you exactly
why one appears in the sky,

but considering its beauty

has always been
out of the question.

Not here.

[Beep Beep]

[Beep Beep]

[Beep Beep]

Spock!

Yes. What did you want?

Spock, is that you?

Yes, Captain.
What did you want?

Where are you?

I don't believe
I want to tell you.

I don't know
what you think you're doing,

but this is an order.

Report back to the settlement
in 10 minutes.

We're evacuating all colonists
to Star base 27.

No, I don't think so.

You don't think so, what?

I don't think so, sir.

Spock...

report to me immediately.

Spock?

Acknowledge.

Spock.

The frequency is open,

but he doesn't answer.

That didn't sound
at all like Spock, Jim.

No, it --

I thought you said
you might like him

if he mellowed a little.

I didn't say that!

Not exactly.

He might be in trouble.

Yes, take over
the landing party detail.

Start getting those colonists aboard.

How will you find Spock?

The frequency is open.

It'll act as a homing device.

Contact DeSalle.
Have him meet you here.

Have the landing party
work in teams of two.

I don't want anybody
left alone here.

[Communicator Whines]

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Spock.

Ahem!

Mr. Spock?

What are you doing
with those things, DeSalle?

I want you to take
a close look at these, Doc.

They're very interesting.

Mr. Spock.

Are you out of your mind?

You were told
to report to me at once.

I didn't want to, Jim.

You --

Yes, I can see that.

Miss Kalomi, you'll have to come back
to the settlement

and prepare to transport
up to the ship.

There'll be no evacuation, Jim.

But perhaps we should go
get you straightened out.

Mr. Sulu, Mr. Spock is under arrest,

and he's in your custody

until we get back to the Enterprise.

Very well.

Come with me.

What's...

Mr. Sulu understands,
don't you, Mr. Sulu?

Yes.

I see now.

Of course we can't remove the colony.

It'd be wrong.

I don't know
what these plants are

or how they work,

but you're all going back
to the settlement with me,

and those colonists
are going aboard the ship.

I can see
the captain's going to be difficult.

Ready to beam up.

Hiya, Jimmy boy!

Hey, I've taken care of everything.

All y'all gotta do is relax.

Doctor's orders!

How many of those did you beam up?

Oh, nigh onto 100 by now.

Hey, Doc, I'm ready to energize.

Everything okay with those plants?

This is the captain.

Beam me up.

Well, sure, if you want.

I most certainly do. Energize.

Lieutenant...

put me through to Admiral Komak
at Starfleet.

Oh, I'm sorry, Captain.

I can't do that.

What? Follow standard procedure.
That's an order.

Oh, I know it is, Captain.

But, you see,
all communications are out.

Out?

I short-circuited them,
except ship-to-surface.

We'll need that for a while.

It's really for the best, Captain.

Go back to your stations.

Get back to your stations.

I'm sorry, sir.

We're all transporting down
to join the colony.

I said get back
to your station.

No, sir.

This is mutiny, mister.

Yes, sir. It is.

Captain 's Log. : Star date 3417.5.

The pod plants have spread spores
throughout the ship

carried by the ventilation system.

Under their influence,

my crew is deserting
to join the Omicron colony,

and I can't stop them.

I don't know why
I have not been infected,

nor can I get Dr. McCoy to explain

the physical, psychological aspects
of the infection.

I'm not interested in any physical,

psychological aspects, Jim-boy.

We all perfectly healthy down here.

I've heard that word
a lot lately.

Perfect.
Everything's perfect.

Yeah. That's right.
That�s just what it is.

I'll bet you've even
grown your tonsils back.

Sho'nuf.

Hey, Jim-boy, y'all ever have

a real cold Georgia-style
mint julep, huh?

Look, Bones, I need your help.

Can you run tests, blood samples,

anything to give us a lead
on what these things are,

how to counteract them?

Who wants to counteract
paradise, Jim-boy?

McCoy out.

Bones.

Bones.

Almost the entire ship's complement
has beamed down.

I'm very pleased.

The entire landing operation
is proceeding quite well.

Where's McCoy?

He went off to create
something called a mint julep.

That's a drink, Jim.

Captain, why don't you join us?

In your own private paradise.

The spores have made it that.

Where did they originate?

That's impossible to say.

They drifted through space

until they finally landed here.

You see, they actually
thrive on berthold rays.

The plants act as a repository

for thousands of microscopic spores

until they find a human body to inhabit.

In return, they give you

complete health and peace of mind.

That's paradise?

We have no need or want, Captain.

It's a true Eden, Jim.

There is belonging...

and love.

No wants. No needs.

We weren't meant for that.
None of us.

Man stagnates if he has no ambition,

no desire to be more than he is.

We have what we need.

Except a challenge.

You don't understand, Jim,

but you'll come around...
sooner or later.

Join us.

Please.

I'm going back to the ship.

Engineering? Scotty?

Biochemistry lab?

Security?

Is there anyone on board?

This is the captain.

Captain's Log : Star date 3417.7.

Except for myself,

all crew personnel
have transported

to the surface of the planet.

Mutinied.

Lieutenant Uhura
has effectively sabotaged

the communications station.

I can only contact
the surface of the planet.

The ship...

can be maintained
in orbit for several months,

but even with automatic controls,

I cannot pilot her alone.

In effect, I am marooned here.

I'm beginning to realize...

Just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.

I don't know how to get my crew back,

how to counteract
the effect of the spores.

I don't know what I can offer

against...

paradise.

Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

Yes, Jim.
What is it now?

I've joined you.
I understand now.

Wonderful, Jim.
When will you beam down?

There's some things
I want to pack.

Good. Leila and I will meet you
at the beam-down point.

Kirk out.

No.

No!

I...

can't...

leave!

Emotions.

Violent emotions.

Needs.

Anger.

Captain's Log : supplemental.

I think I've discovered the answer...

but to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.

Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.

Aroused, his great physical strength
could kill.

But it's a risk I'll have to take.

Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

It's Jim.

What's keeping you?
We've been waiting.

I've been packing, and I realize
there's some equipment here

that we should have
down at the settlement.

You know we can't
come back on board

once the last of us has left.

You want me to beam up a party?

No. I think you and I can handle it.

Why don't you beam up now?

Just a moment.

It won't take long.
Do you mind?

I'll wait.

Ready to beam up, Jim.

Energizing.

All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerized, half-breed,

we'll see about
you deserting my ship.

The term half-breed
is somewhat applicable,

but computerized is inaccurate.

A machine can be computerized,
not a man.

What makes you think you're a man?

You're an overgrown jackrabbit,

an elf with a hyperactive thyroid.

Jim, I don't understand--

Of course you don't understand.

You don't have
the brains to understand.

All you have is printed circuits.

Captain, if you'll excuse me --

What can you expect from
a simpering, devil-eared freak

whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopedia?

My mother was a teacher.

My father, an ambassador.

Your father was
a computer like his son.

An ambassador
from a planet of traitors.

A Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.

Captain, please don't --

You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.

Disloyal to the core,

rotten like the rest
of your subhuman race,

and you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.

That's enough.

Does she know
what she's getting, Spock?

A carcass full of memory banks

who should be squatting in a mushroom

instead of passing himself
off as a man?

You belong in a circus, Spock,

not a starship...

right next to the dog-faced boy.

Had enough?

I didn't realize what it took

to get under
that thick hide of yours.

I don't know
what you're so mad about.

It isn't every first officer

who gets to belt his captain...
several times.

You did that to me deliberately.

Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful...

in more ways than one.

The spores.

They're gone.

I don't belong anymore.

You said they were
benevolent and peaceful.

Violent emotions overwhelm them,
destroy them.

I had to make you angry enough

to shake off their influence.

That's the answer, Mr. Spock.

That may be correct, Captain,

but trying to initiate a brawl

with over 500 crewmen and colonists
is hardly logical.

I had something else in mind.

Can you put together
a subsonic transmitter--

something we can hook into
the communications station

and broadcast over the communicator?

It can be done.

Good. Let's get to work.

Captain.

Striking a fellow officer

is a court-martial offense.

If we're both in the brig,

who's going to build
the subsonic transmitter?

That is quite logical, Captain.

It's a little early
to be counting stars, Miss Leila.

I'm waiting for
Mr. Spock and the captain

to transport down.

They had some equipment to be moved.

But it's been so long.

I wish he'd come back.

Well, now,
I think I can fix that for you.

Enterprise?

[Beep Beep]

Enterprise. Spock here.

This is Leila.

I borrowed
the doctor's communicator.

I was worried
something might have happened to you.

You are all right, aren�t you?

Yes.

Yes. I'm...I'm quite well.

Can I come aboard?

I've never seen a starship before,

and I want to talk to you.

Are you still
at the beam-down point,

and is the doctor there?

Yes to both questions.

Give your communicator
back to Dr. McCoy.

You won't need it to beam up.

It'll take a few moments.
Just wait there.

Out.

Mr. Spock...

Miss Kalomi is strictly
your concern, but...

should you talk to her
while she's still

under the influence of the spore?

I'll be back shortly, Captain.

You're no longer with us, are you?

I felt something was wrong.

It was necessary.

Come back to the planet with me.

You can belong again.

Oh, come back with me, please.

I can't.

I love you.

I said that six years ago,

and I can't seem
to stop repeating myself.

On Earth, you couldn't
give anything of yourself.

You couldn't even
put your arms around me.

We couldn't have
anything together there.

We couldn't have anything together
anyplace else.

We're happy here.

I can't lose you now, Mr. Spock.
I can't.

I have a responsibility...

to this ship...

to that man on the bridge.

I am what I am, Leila...

and if there are
self-made purgatories,

then we all have to live in them.

Mine can be no worse
than someone else's.

I have lost you, haven't I?

Not only you,
I've lost all of it.

The spores...

I've lost them, too.

The captain discovered
that strong emotions and needs

destroy the spore influence.

And this is for my good?

Do you mind
if I say I still love you?

You never told me
if you had another name, Mr. Spock.

You couldn't pronounce it.

They'll not hear this, of course.

It'll be more
a sensation of feeling it.

Like somebody had put
itching powder on their skin.

Precisely.

It should begin to work
on their nerves in a few minutes.

[High-pitched Hum]

Sorry, DeSalle.

What do you think you're doing?

I said I was sorry.

More like you're clumsy.

If you hadn't gotten in my way...

Ooh!

Come on. Break it up.
Break it up.

Well, Doctor, I've been thinking

about what sort of work
I could assign you to.

What do you mean what sort of work?
I'm a doctor.

Not anymore, of course.

We don't need you...
not as a doctor.

Oh, no?

Would you like to see
how fast I can put you in a hospital?

I am the leader of this colony.

I'll assign you whatever work
I think suitable.

Just a minute.

You'd better make me a mechanic.

Then I can treat
little tin gods like you.

Sorry, Sandoval.

I don't know what made me do that.

We've done nothing here.

No accomplishments, no progress.

Three years wasted.

We wanted to make
this planet a garden.

You can't stay here.

You can't survive without the spores.

After you've cleared at the star base,

you could be relocated.

It depends upon what you want.

I think I'd...

I think we'd like
to get some work done.

The work we started out to do.

Enterprise.

Enterprise. Spock here.

This is McCoy. Sandoval would like
to talk to the captain.

Just a moment.

They're all beginning
to call in, Captain.

Rather contritely, I should say.

Sandoval wishes to speak to you.

Put him on the speaker.
Kirk here.

Oh, Captain,
as I understood it,

you were to transport us
to Star base 27.

We'll give you every cooperation.

Start making preparations,
Mr. Sandoval.

We'll begin transporting
your people aboard

as soon as more
of our crew checks in.

Well, Jim, I've just examined

the last of the colonists,

and they're all in
absolutely perfect, perfect health.

A fringe benefit
left over by the spores.

Good.

Well, that's the second time

man's been thrown out of paradise.

No, no.
This time we walked out on our own.

Maybe we weren't meant for paradise.

Maybe we were meant
to fight our way through --

struggle, claw our way up,

scratch for every inch of the way.

Maybe we can't stroll
to the music of the lute.

We must march to the sound of drums.

Poetry, Captain.

Non regulation.

We haven't heard much from you

about Omicron Ceti 3, Mr. Spock.

I have little to say
about it, Captain,

except that for the first time
in my life...

I was happy.