All language subtitles for The City on the Edge of Forever

Stay on top of it, Mr. Sulu.

We're holding orbit, sir.

The helm is sluggish.

Control circuits threatening
to overload, Captain.

Understood, Engineer.

Spock.

We can't avoid
these areas of turbulence.

I believe we'll have them plotted

in a few more orbits.

Sick bay, to bridge.

Switching to manual, Captain.

Do we maintain this orbit?

Spock?

This is of great
scientific importance.

We're actually passing
through ripples in time.

Maintain orbit.

Open the channel
to Starfleet Command.

Yes, sir.

Precautionary measure,
Lieutenant.

Broadcast to Starfleet Command

my past week's log entry,

starting with the unusual readings
on the instruments

and how they led us here.

Inform Starfleet Command
that apparently...

something or someone
down on this planet...

Bones.

can effect changes in time,

causing turbulent waves
of space displacement.

Some heart flutter.

Better risk a few drops
of cordrazine.

Tricky stuff.
Are you sure you want to risk...

You were about to make
a medical comment, Jim?

Who, me, Doctor?

We're guiding around
most of the time ripples.

Spock?

All plotted but one.
Coming up on it now.

Seems to be fairly heavy displacement.

Bones!

Back to your positions.

The hypo, Captain.

It was set for cordrazine.

Empty.

Communications,
emergency medical team.

Aah!

Killers! Assassins!

I won't let you!

I'll kill you first!

I won't let you!

You won't get me!
Murderers!

Killers!

Security alert.

Space...
the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-years 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 : supplemental entry.

Two drops of cordrazine
can save a man's life.

A hundred times that amount

has just accidentally been pumped

into Dr. McCoy's body.

In a strange, wild frenzy,

he has fled the ship's bridge.

All connecting decks
have been placed on alert.

We have no way of knowing

if the madness is
permanent or temporary

or in what direction
it will drive McCoy.

Continue alert,

decks 4 through 11 .

The medical department knows
as little as we do.

In dosages approaching this,

there's some record
of wild paranoia.

Confirmed by the library
record tapes, Captain.

Subjects failed to
recognize acquaintances,

became hysterically convinced

that they were in mortal danger,

and were seeking escape
at any cost.

Extremely dangerous to himself

or to anyone else who might...

Bridge, Security.
Alert, alert!

Bridge here. Go ahead.

Security 054, sir.

We just found
the transport chief injured.

Captain, Dr. McCoy has beamed himself
down to the planet.

The transporter
at that time, Captain,

was focused on
the time disturbance.

So whatever's down there,

McCoy's in the heart of it.

Set up a landing party.

Let's go get him.
Kirk out.

These ruins extend
to the horizon.

Begin recording.

Recording, sir.

And of considerable age...

on the order of 10,000 centuries old.

Detail, fan out.

What is this thing, Mr. Spock?

It seems to be pulsating
with power of some kind.

Analysis, please.

Unbelievable, Captain.

That's funny.

This single object is the source

of all the time displacement.

Explain.

I can't.

For this to do what it does

is impossible
by any science I understand.

It is operating even now...

putting out waves and waves
of time displacement,

which we picked up
millions of miles away.

Landing party to Enterprise.

No sign of Dr. McCoy.

Search progressing.

Incredible power.

It can't be a machine

as we understand mechanics.

Then what is it?

A question.

Since before your sun
burned hot in space

and before your race was born,

I have awaited a question.

What are you?

I am the Guardian of Forever.

Are you machine or being?

I am both and neither.

I am my own beginning,

my own ending.

I see no reason

for answers to be couched in riddles.

I answer as simply as your level
of understanding

makes possible.

A time portal, Captain...

a gateway to other times
and dimensions,

if I'm correct.

As correct as possible for you.

Your science knowledge
is obviously primitive.

Really?

Annoyed, Spock?

Behold.

A gateway to your own past, if you wish.

Killers!

Killers!
I won't let you get me!

I'll kill you first!

I won't let you get me!
Assassins! Murderers!

Killers!

Spock!

If that is a doorway
back through time,

could we somehow take Bones

back a day in time, then...

Relive the accident,

this time be certain that
the hypo accident is avoided?

Look at the speed

with which the centuries
are passing, Captain.

To step through
on precisely the day we wish...

Guardian.

Can you change the speed
at which yesterday passes?

I was made to offer the past
in this manner.

I cannot change.

Strangely compelling, isn't it?

To step through there

and lose oneself in another world.

I am a fool.

Our tricorder is capable of recording

even at this speed.

I've missed taping
centuries of living history

which no man has ever...

Dr. McCoy!

Bones, no!

Where is he?

He has passed into...

what was.

Captain, I've lost contact
with the ship.

I was talking to them.

Suddenly, it went dead.

No static, just nothing.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Scotty.

Nothing wrong with
the communicator, sir.

Your vessel,

your beginning,

all that you knew

is gone.

McCoy...

has somehow changed history.

You mean we're stranded down here?

With no past,

no future.

Captain...

I'm frightened.

Earth's not there,

at least not the Earth we know.

We're totally alone.

Captain 's Log : no star date.

Forus, time does not exist.

McCoy, back somewhere in the past,

has effected a change
in the course of time.

All Earth history has been changed.

There is no starship Enterprise.

We have only one chance.

We have asked the guardian

to show us Earth's history again.

Spock and I will go back into time

and attempt to set right

what ever it was that McCoy changed.

I was recording images
at the time McCoy left...

a rather barbaric period
in your American history.

I believe I can approximate
Just when to jump,

perhaps within a month
of the correct time.

A week, if we're fortunate.

Make sure we arrive
before McCoy got there.

It's vital we stop him

before he does whatever it was

that changed all history.

Guardian.

If we are successful...

Then you will be returned.

It will be as though
none of you had gone.

Captain, it seems impossible.

Even if you were able
to find the right date...

Then even finding McCoy
would be a miracle.

There is no alternative.

Scotty...

when you think
you've waited long enough,

each of you will have to try it.

Even if you fail,

at least you'll be alive

in some past world somewhere.

Aye.

Seconds now, sir.
Stand by.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Happiness at least, sir.

And...

now.

I've seen old photographs
of this period.

An economic upheaval had occurred.

It was called depression,
circa 1930.

Quite barbaric.

We seem to be costumed

a little out of step with the time.

I'm afraid I'm going to be
difficult to explain

in any case, Captain.

Well, Mr. Spock,
if we can't disguise you,

we'll find some way of...
explaining you.

That should prove interesting.

Let's get out of here.

Fascinating.

Look out, will you?

Why don't you watch
where you're going?

Theft, Captain?

Well, we'll steal from the rich

and give back to the poor later.

I think I'm going
to like this century...

simple, easier to manage.

We're not going to have
any difficulty explaining...

Ahem.

Well?

You're a police officer.

I recognize
the traditional accouterments.

You were saying

you'll have no trouble explaining it.

My friend is obviously Chinese.

I see you've noticed the ears.

They're actually easy to explain.

Perhaps the unfortunate accident

I had as a child.

The unfortunate accident
he had as a child.

He caught his head
in a mechanical...

rice picker.

But fortunately,

there was an American missionary
living close by

who was actually a, uh...

skilled plastic surgeon
in civilian life.

All right, all right!

Drop those bundles

and put your hands on that wall there!
Come on!

How careless of your wife

to let you go out that way.

Oh, yes, it's quite untidy.

Here, let me help you.

Oh!

You were actually enjoying
my predicament back there.

At times, you seem quite human.

Captain, I hardly believe

that insults are
within your prerogative

as my commanding officer.

Sorry.

Time we faced the unpleasant facts.

First, I believe we have about a week

before McCoy arrives,

but we can't be certain.

Arrives where...
Honolulu, Boise, San Diego?

Why not Outer Mongolia,
for that matter?

There is a theory.

There could be some logic

to the belief that time is fluid,

like a river...
with currents, eddies, backwash.

And the same currents

that swept McCoy
to a certain time and place

might sweep us there, too.

Unless that is true, Captain,
we have no hope.

Frustrating... locked in here

is the place and moment
of his arrival,

even the images of what he did.

If only I could tie this tricorder in

with the ship's computers
for a few moments.

Couldn't you build
some form of computer aid here?

In this zinc-plated
vacuum-tubed culture?

Yes, well, it would pose

an extremely complex problem
in logic, Mr. Spock.

Excuse me.

I sometimes expect
too much of you.

Who's there?

Excuse us, miss.

We didn't mean to trespass.

It's cold outside.

A lie is a poor way to say hello.

It isn't that cold.

No.

We were being chased by a policeman.

Why?

For these clothes.

We stole them.

We didn't have any money.

Well, I could do with
some help around here...

doing dishes, sweeping,
general cleaning.

At what rate of payment?

I need radio tubes and so forth.
My hobby.

15 cents an hour for 10 hours a day.

What are your names?

Mine is Jim Kirk.

His is...

Spock.

I'm Edith Keeler.

You can start
by cleaning up down here.

Excuse me, miss.

Where are we?

You're in the 21st Street Mission.

Do you run this place?

Indeed I do, Mr. Kirk.

Radio tubes...

and so on.

I approve of hobbies, Mr. Spock.

Good evening.

You'll be sorry.

Why?

You expect to eat
for free or something?

You got to listen

to goody two-shoes.

Now, as I'm sure somebody
out there has said,

it's time to pay for the soup.

Not that she's bad-looking,

but if she really wanted

to help out a fella in need...

Shut up.

Shut up.

I want to hear
what she has to say.

Yes, of course, Captain.

Now, let's start
by getting one thing straight.

I'm not a do-gooder.

If you're a bum,

if you can't break off of the booze

or whatever it is
that makes you a bad risk,

then get out.

I don't pretend to tell you

how to find happiness and love

when every day
is a struggle to survive,

but I do insist that you do survive

because the days
and the years ahead

are worth living for.

One day soon...

man is going to be able to
harness incredible energies,

maybe even the atom.

Energies that
could ultimately hurl us

to other worlds

in...in some sort of spaceship.

And the men that reach out into space

will be able to find ways

to feed the hungry millions
of the world

and to cure their diseases.

They will be able to find a way

to give each man
hope and a common future,

and those are the days
worth living for.

Our deserts will bloom.

Development of atomic power
is years away.

Space flight, years after that.

Speculation. Gifted insight.

But it will come.

I find her most uncommon, Mr. Spock.

Prepare for tomorrow.
Get ready.

Don't give up.

Kirk.

You are uncommon workmen.

That basement looks
like it's been scrubbed and polished.

Then we can do other work?

Yes. 7:00 in the morning.

Do you have a flop for the night?

A what?

You really are new at this,
aren't you?

That's a place to sleep.

Oh.

There's a vacant room where I live

for $2.00 a week.

I could take you there.

Thank you.

Good.

We have a flop.

We have a what, Captain?

A place to sleep.

One might have said so
in the first place.

Captain, I must have some platinum.

A small block would be sufficient...

5 or 6 pounds.

By passing certain circuits
through there

to be used as
a duodynetic field core...

Mr. Spock, I've brought you
some assorted vegetables,

baloney and rolls for myself,

and I've spent the other 9/10

of our combined salaries
for the last three days

on filling this order for you.

This bag doesn't contain
platinum, silver, or gold,

nor is it likely to in the near future.

Captain, you're asking me
to use equipment

which isn't far ahead
of stone knives and bearskins.

McCoy will be along in a few days,

perhaps sooner.

There's no guarantee
that these currents in time

will bring us together.

This has to work.

Captain...

Captain, in three weeks,
at this rate,

possibly a month,

I might reach
the first mnemonic memory circuits.

Your cap.

If you can leave immediately,

I can get you 5 hours' work
at 22 cents an hour.

What... What on Earth is that?

I am endeavoring, ma'am,

to construct a mnemonic memory circuit

using stone knives and bearskins.

Captain.

Tools...

for finely detailed work.

That toolbox was locked
with a combination lock,

and you opened it like a real pro.

Why did you do it?

I needed the fine tools
for my radio work.

They'd have been
returned in the morning.

I can't...

If Mr. Spock says

the tools would be returned
tomorrow morning,

you can bet
your reputation on that,

Miss Keeler.

On one condition...

walk me home?

I still have a few questions

I'd like to ask about you two.

Oh, and don't give me

that ''questions about
little old us?'' look.

You know how out of place
you are around here.

Interesting.

Where would you estimate
we belong, Miss Keeler?

You?

At his side,

as if you've always been there
and always will.

And you...

you belong...

in another place.

I don't know where or how.

I'll figure it out eventually.

I'll finish with the furnace.

"Captain"?

Even when he doesn't say it, he does.

Goodnight, sweetheart

Though I'm not beside you

Goodnight, sweetheart

Still my love will guide you

Why does Spock call you "Captain"?

Were you in the war together?

We served together.

And you don't want to talk about it?

Why?

I...

Did you do something wrong?

Are you afraid of something?

Whatever it is, let me help.

"Let me help."

A hundred years or so from now,

a novelist will write
a classic using that theme.

He'll recommend those three words

even over "I love you."

Centuries from now?

Who is he?
Where does he come...

Where will he come from?

Silly question.

Want to hear a silly answer?

Yes.

A planet...

circling that far left star
in Orion's belt.

See?

How are the stone knives
and bearskins?

I may have found
our focal point in time.

You may also find
you have a connection burning.

Yes. I'm overloading those lines.

I believe we'll have
our answer on this screen.

Good.

And, Captain...

you may find this
a bit distressing.

Let's see what you have.

I've slowed down the recording
we made from the time vortex.

"February 23, 1936."

Six years from now.

"The president and...

Edith Keeler...

conferred for some time today... "

How bad?

Bad enough.

The president and Edith Keeler.

It would seem unlikely, Jim.

A few moments ago,

I read a 1930 newspaper article.

We know her future.

Within six years from now,

she'll become very important,

nationally famous.

Or, Captain,

Edith Keeler will die this year.

I saw her obituary.

Some sort of traffic accident.

You must be mistaken.

They both can't be true.

Edith Keeler is the focal point
in time we've been looking for,

the point that both we and Dr. McCoy
have been drawn to.

She has two possible futures then,

and, depending on whether
she lives or dies,

all of history will be changed.

And McCoy...

Is the random element.

What does he do?

Does he kill her?

Or perhaps he prevents her
from being killed.

We don't know which.

Get this thing fixed.

We must find out
before McCoy arrives.

Captain...

suppose we discover

that, in order to set things
straight again,

Edith Keeler must die?

Assassins!

Murderers!

Murderers!

Assassins!

You!

What planet is this?

No!

Don't run!

I won't kill you!

It's they who do the killing!

Don't run!
I won't kill you!

Why?

What is so funny
about man reaching for the moon?

How do you know?

I just know, that's all.

I... I feel it.

And more...

I think that one day,

they'll take all the money
they spend on war...

And make them spend it on life?

Yes.

You see the same things that I do.

We speak the same language.

The very same.

No!

I...

I'm glad you got away, too.

Yeah, I... I...

Why do you think
they want to kill us?

Look, you take too much
of that old wood alky, and...

Where...

Where are we?

Earth?

The constellations seem right, but...

Explain!

Explain this trick.

I... I...

Biped ...

small ...

good cranial development.

No doubt,
considerable human ancestry.

Is that how you're able
to fake all of this?

Very good.

Modern museum perfection...

right down to the cement beams.

Very, very good.

Oh, I'd give a lot
to see the hospital.

Probably...

needles and...

sutures.

All the pain.

They used to hand-cut and sew people

like garments.

Needles and sutures...

all the terrible pain!

How long before we get a full answer?

I'll need two more days

before I dare make
another attempt.

McCoy could have been
in the city a week now

for all we know,

and whatever he does

that affects her and changes history

could happen tonight,
tomorrow morning.

Captain...

our last bit of information

was obtained at the expense
of 30 hours' work

and fused and burned circuits.

I must know whether
she lives or dies, Spock.

I must know what to do.

Extra! Extra!
Get your morning paper!

Get your paper,
read all about it!

Oh, miss...

that coffee,
it just smells wonderful.

You look terrible!

You better sit down.
Come on.

I can't.
I got to keep moving.

I can't let them find me.

There's a cot in the back room.

They won't find you there.
Come on.

This is how history went
after McCoy changed it.

Here...

the late 1930s...
a growing pacifist movement

whose influence delayed
the United States' entry

into the Second World War.

While peace negotiations dragged on,

Germany had time to complete
its heavy-water experiments.

Germany...

fascism, Hitler.

Sieg...

heil!

Sieg heil!

They won the Second World War...

because all this
lets them develop the A-bomb first.

There's no mistake, Captain.

Let me run it again.

Edith Keeler,
founder of the peace movement.

But she was right.
Peace was the way.

She was right, but at the wrong time.

With the A-bomb,

and with their V-2 rockets
to carry them,

Germany captured the world.

No.

And all this because McCoy came back

and somehow kept her
from dying in a street accident,

as she was meant to.

We must stop him, Jim.

How did she die?

What day?

I can estimate general happenings
from these images,

but I can't trace down precise actions

at exact moments, Captain.

I'm sorry.

Spock...

I believe...

I'm in love with Edith Keeler.

Jim, Edith Keeler must die.

Hey, now, come on.

You're not ready to take on
any tigers just yet.

Lie down.

The most common question
to ask would be,

where am I?

I don't think I'll ask it.

Why not?

The only possible answer

would conclusively prove that I'm ...

either unconscious or demented.

This looks like old Earth
around 1920 or '25.

Would you care to try for '30?

I am unconscious ...

or demented.

I have a friend that talks
about Earth like you do.

Would you like to meet him?

I'm a surgeon,

not a psychiatrist.

I am Leonard McCoy,

senior medical officer
aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise.

I don't mean to disbelieve you,

but that's hardly a navy uniform.

It's quite all right.

It's quite all right, dear ...

because I don't believe
in you, either.

Get some rest.

Edith.

Are you following me, sir?

With ulterior motives.

Does that please you?

I hope it means what... Oh!

How stupid! I've been up and down
those stairs a thousand times.

I could have broken my neck.

Captain, I did not plan to eaves drop.

No, of course you didn't.

I must point out
that when she stumbled...

she might have died right there,

had you not caught her.

It's not yet time. McCoy isn't here.

We're not that sure of our facts.

Who's to say
when the exact time will come?

Save her...
do as your heart tells you to do...

and millions will die
who did not die before.

Come in.

Well, you look just fine, Doctor.

Thank you.

I thought you might like
to see the evening paper.

No, not particularly.

You know, I've convinced myself

that this is all
in a cordrazine hallucination,

but I've decided you're not.

That's reassuring.

But if you're not, what are you?

A friend.

When you showed up here,

you looked like you could use one.

I don't doubt it.

What about this place?
You run it?

I try to.

Why?

It's necessary.

Well, it was for me, at least.

You may have saved my life.

Lots of people drink from
the wrong bottle sometimes.

Not as wrong
as the bottle I drank from.

Allow me to show my gratitude.

Perhaps there's something
I can do around here

to thank you.

We can talk about that later.
I have to go.

My young man is taking me
to a Clark Gable movie.

A who movie?

A Clark Gab...

Don't you know?

Well, I know what a movie is, but...

That's very strange.

You get some rest.
I'll see you later.

If we hurry, maybe we can catch

the Clark Gable movie at the Orpheum.

What?

Dr. McCoy said the same thing.

McCoy!

Leonard McCoy?

Well... yes.

He's in the mission. He's...

Stay right here.

Spock!

Stay right there!

What is it?

McCoy! He's...

- Jim!
- Bones!

No, Jim!

Aah!

You deliberately stopped me, Jim.

I could have saved her.

Do you know what you just did?

He knows, Doctor.

He knows.

What happened, sir?

You only left a moment ago.

We were successful.

Time has resumed its shape.

All is as it was before.

Many such journeys are possible.

Let me be your gateway.

Captain, the Enterprise is asking

if we want to beam up.

Let's get the hell out of here.