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Coming up on it fast, sir.

- Are you certain of sensor readings?
- Definitely a space vessel.

- Origin?
- Unknown.

Not an Earth ship. There have been
no flights here for years.

l'm picking up a signal, sir.

- That's the old Morse code call signal.
- Thank you.

- C-Q, C-Q.
- We're reading it, Lieutenant.

You said it couldn't be an Earth vessel.

l don't know why it gives you pleasure
when l'm wrong.

An emotional Earth weakness of mine.

There it is.

An old Earth vessel,
similar to the DY-500 class.

Much older. DY-1 00 class, to be exact.

Captain. The last such vessel was built
centuries ago, back in the 1 990s.

Then it's a derelict,
its signal left on automatic.

Or an old Earth ship
used by aliens.

- Weapon status.
- Deflector shields on maximum.

- Bio-scanners report.
- Picking up heartbeats from over there.

Can't be human. They're too faint
and average four beats a minute.

Sensor reading.
Equipment functioning on that vessel.

All decks go to full alert.

Space - the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

lts five-year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilisations,

to boldly go
where no man has gone before.

Captain's log, stardate 31 41 .9.

An hour has elapsed
since interception of the vessel.

Our presence is still being ignored.

Although our sensors show
equipment and life aboard,

there has been no danger to us.

Weapons department,
maintain battle stations.

All other decks, standby alert.

All decks acknowledging, sir.

We're continuing to pick up heart action
over there. Very faint, very slow.

Seems to be coming
from 60 or 70 bodies.

- Alien bodies?
- Could be. No sign of any respiration.

Hull surface is pitted with meteor scars.
However, scanners make out a name.

S.S. Botany Bay.

- You can check the registry.
- No such vessel listed.

Records of that period are fragmentary.

The mid-1 990s was the era
of your last so-called World War.

The Eugenics Wars.

Of course. Your attempt to improve
the race through selective breeding.

Wait a minute. Not our attempt.
A group of ambitious scientists.

l'm sure you know the type.
Devoted to logic.

- Completely unemotional.
- All right, gentlemen. As you were.

Rig for tractor beam.
Lock onto that vessel.

The bridge is yours, Spock.
Care to join the landing party?

- lf you're actually giving me a choice...
- l'm not.

l'll need somebody familiar
with late 20th-Century Earth.

Here's a chance for that historian to do
something. What's her name? McGivers.

Lieutenant McGivers.

The following personnel report
to transporter room.

Engineering Officer Scott,
Lieutenant McGivers. Acknowledge.

McGivers. On my way.

Looks like that ship was expecting us.
Heat coming on, oxygen atmosphere.

Very interesting. Ready?

No. l signed to practice medicine,

not to have my atoms scattered
across space by this gadget.

You're old-fashioned.
Where's that historian?

- Well, come on, Lieutenant...
- McGivers, sir.

Energise.

Definitely Earth-type mechanism.
20th-Century vessel.

Old-type atomic power.

Bulky, solid...

They used to call them transistor units.
l'd love to tear this baby apart.

lt's a sleeper ship.

- Suspended animation.
- l've seen old photographs of this.

Necessary because of the time involved
in space travel till 201 8.

lt took years
to travel from one planet to another.

ls it possible they're still alive...

...after centuries of travel?

lt's theoretically possible.
l've never heard of it tested for this long.

What a handsome group of people.

l have a new reading. The lights
triggered some mechanism.

Captain, look here.

- Scotty?
- Beats me what's happening.

We've triggered something.
His heartbeat's increasing.

Passing eight beats per minute.
Some signs of respiration beginning.

This one was probably programmed
to be triggered first.

Could he be the leader?

The leader. Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.
The leader was often said to revive first.

He could decide if the conditions
warranted revival of others.

Heartbeat now approaching
40 per minute.

Respiration pattern is firming up.

From northern lndia, l'd guess. Probably
a Sikh. They were fantastic warriors.

- Heartbeat now 52 and increasing.
- The others?

They're all mixed types.

Western, mid-European, Latin, Oriental.

A man from the 20th Century
coming alive.

Maybe. Heartbeat dropping.

- Circuit shorting.
- Probably dust.

Heartbeat now 30, dropping fast.

- lt's a heart flutter. He's dying.
- Do something.

lt would take an hour to figure it out.

- What if we get him out?
- He'll die in seconds if we don't.

How...

long...

How long have you been sleeping?

Two centuries, we estimate.

- Landing party to Enterprise.
- Go ahead.

Lock in on Dr McCoy's beam.
He's transporting back with a casualty.

Magnificent.

Captain's log, supplemental.

Alongside the S.S. Botany Bay
for ten hours.

A boarding party of specialists are now
examining the mysterious vessel.

Attempts to revive other sleepers
await our success or failure

with the casualty already beamed over.

Dr McCoy is amazed at his
physical and recuperative power.

- Kirk to boarding party.
- Scott here.

Scotty, any records,
log books of any kind?

Negative. They were in suspended
animation when the ship took off.

- How many alive?
- 1 2 units malfunctioned. 72 operating.

30 of those are women.

Kirk out.

72 alive.

A group of people
dating back to the 1 990s.

A discovery of some importance.
There are many unanswered questions.

A strange, violent period in your history.

l find no record whatsoever
of an S.S. Botany Bay.

The DY-1 00 class vessel was designed
for interplanetary travel only.

With simple nuclear-powered engines,
star travel was impractical at that time.

lt was 1 0,000 to one against them
making it to another star system.

- And why no record of the trip?
- Botany Bay.

That was the name of a penal colony
in Australia, wasn't it?

lf they took that name for their vessel...

lf you're suggesting
this was a penal deportation vessel,

it's a totally illogical conclusion.

- Oh?
- Earth was on the verge of a dark age.

Populations were being bombed
out of existence.

Criminals could have been dealt with
more efficiently than wasting a ship.

Yes. So much for my theory.
l'm still waiting to hear yours.

Even a theory requires some facts.

So far, l have none.

And that irritates you.

- lrritation?
- Yes.

l'm not capable of that emotion.

My apologies, Mr Spock.

You suspect some danger in them?

lnsufficient facts always invites danger,
Captain.

Well, we'd better get some facts.
Rig for towing.

- Make course for Starbase 1 2.
- Aye, sir.

That'll be all.

- Bones?
- He'll live.

- My compliments.
- l'm good but not that good.

There's something inside him
that refuses to accept death.

Look at that. Even as he is now,
his heart has twice the power of ours.

Lung efficiency is 50% better.

An improved breed of human. That's
what the Eugenics War was all about.

l'd estimate
he could lift us both with one arm.

lt will be interesting
to see if his brain matches his body.

- Doctor, will he live?
- lt appears he will, Lieutenant.

l'd like to talk to you.

lf l were to rate
your performance today...

l know, sir. l'm sorry.

At any one time, the safety of this vessel
might depend on a single crewman.

The fact that you find a man
strangely compelling personally...

Not personally. Professionally.
My profession is historian

and when l find a specimen
from the past alive,

l'm in delight at examining his mind.

And men were more adventurous then.
Bolder, more colourful.

- Yes, l think they were.
- Good.

lf l can have honesty, it's easier
to overlook mistakes. That's all.

Yes, sir.

Pity you wasted your life on command.
You'd have made a fair psychologist.

Fair?

Sickbay to lab.

- Anything new on those bios?
- They all came out fine.

Good. McCoy out.

Well, either choke me or cut my throat.
Make up your mind.

English. l thought l dreamed hearing it.

Where am l?

You're in...

You're in bed,
holding a knife at your doctor's throat.

Answer my question.

lt would be most effective
if you would cut the carotid artery,

just under the left ear.

l like a brave man.

l was simply trying to avoid an argument.

You're aboard the United spaceship
Enterprise. Your vessel is in tow.

l remember a voice. Did l hear it say
l had been sleeping for two centuries?

That is correct.

Where is your captain?
l have many questions.

- Bridge.
- l have a patient with many questions.

On my way.

James Kirk,
commanding the starship Enterprise.

- l see.
- And your name?

l have a few questions first.
What is your heading?

Our heading is Starbase 1 2,
a planet in the Gamma 400 star system,

our command base in this sector.

ls that of any use to you?

And...my people?

72 of your life-support canisters
are still functioning.

- You will revive them.
- As soon as we reach Starbase 1 2.

l see.

And now...

Khan is my name.

- Khan, nothing else.
- Khan.

What was the exact date of your lift-off?
We know it was the 1 990s, but...

l find myself growing fatigued, Doctor.

May we continue this questioning
at some other time?

The facts l need will take very little time.

For example,
the nature of your expedition.

A little later might be better.

l wonder if l could have something
to read during my convalescence.

l was once an engineer of sorts.

l would be most interested in studying
the technical manuals on your vessel.

Yes, l understand. You have 200 years
of catching up to do.

Precisely.

They're available to any patient
on the viewing screen.

Dr McCoy will show you
how to tie in to the library tapes.

Thank you, Captain.
You are very co-operative.

This Khan is not what l expected
of a 20th-Century man.

He's making considerable use
of our library.

Common courtesy.
lt's only decent to help him catch up.

Would you estimate him
to be a product of selected breeding?

There is that possibility.

His age would be correct.

ln 1 993, a group
of these young supermen

did seize power simultaneously
in over 40 nations.

Well, they were hardly supermen.

They were aggressive, arrogant.
They began to battle among themselves.

Because the scientists
overlooked one fact.

Superior ability
breeds superior ambition.

lnteresting, if true.

They created a group
of Alexanders, Napoleons...

l have collected some names
and made some counts.

By my estimate, there were some
80 or 90 of these young supermen

unaccounted for
when they were finally defeated.

That fact isn't in the history texts.

Would you reveal
to war-weary populations

that some 80 Napoleons
might still be alive?

- Ship's historian, Lieutenant...
- Marla McGivers.

Yes.

l am told you participated in my rebirth.

ln a small way.

l've been reading up on starships,

but they have one luxury
not mentioned in the manuals.

l don't understand.

A beautiful woman.

My name is Khan.
Please sit and entertain me.

l'd like some historical information
about your ship. lts purpose and...

And why do you wear your hair
in such an uncomplimentary fashion?

- lt's comfortable.
- But it's not attractive.

There.

Soft.

Natural.

- Simple.
- l'm here on business.

- You find no pleasure here?
- My interest is scientific.

Men of... That is, the world of the past...

To actually talk
to a man of your century...

There.

Simple.

Soft.

Please remember.

Perhaps some other time when you
feel more like talking about the past.

l'm glad you came.

Please do it again.

Very impressive. Are we expecting
a fleet admiral for dinner?

Lieutenant McGivers' idea
to welcome Khan to our century.

Just how strongly
is she attracted to him?

There aren't any
regulations against romance.

My curiosity's official, not personal.

Well, he has a magnetism.

Almost electric. You felt it.

And it could overpower McGivers
with her preoccupation with the past.

Thank you.

l hoped you might guide me
to our dinner engagement.

Very good. A fine technique.

- lt's a gladiator named Flavius.
- You've rearranged your hair for me.

Excellent.

All bold men from the past.

Richard, Leif Ericson, Napoleon.

A hobby of yours, such men?

l am honoured.

Thank you.

But l caution you.

Such men, they take what they want.

Forgive my curiosity, but my officers
are anxious to know about your journey.

And how you kept it out of history books.

Adventure, Captain. Adventure.

- There was little else left on Earth.
- There was the war to end tyranny.

Many considered that a noble effort.

Tyranny, sir,
or an attempt to unify humanity?

Unify? Like a team of animals
under one whip?

l know something of those years.

Remember, it was a time
of great dreams, of great aspirations.

- Under dozens of petty dictatorships.
- One man would have ruled eventually.

As Rome under Caesar.
Think of its accomplishments!

- Then your sympathies were with...
- You are an excellent tactician.

You let your second-in-command attack
while you sit and watch for weakness.

You have a tendency to express ideas
in military terms.

This is a social occasion.

lt has been said that social occasions
are only warfare concealed.

Many prefer it more honest, more open.

- You fled. Why? Were you afraid?
- l've never been afraid.

You left when mankind needed courage.

We offered the world order!

We?

Excellent. Excellent.

But if you will excuse me,
gentlemen and ladies,

l grow fatigued again.

With your permission,
l will return to my quarters.

l wanted to apologise.
They've no right to treat you that way.

Quite understandable, since
l'm something of a mystery to them.

But no mystery to me.
l know exactly who you are.

Do you?

Leif Ericson,
Richard the Lion-Heart and Napoleon.

l don't know if you'll like living in our time.

Then l'll have to remould it to my liking.

- Please don't.
- Go.

Or stay. But do it because
it is what you wish to do.

Well?

l'll stay a little longer.

How many minutes
do you graciously offer?

- l only meant...
- This grows tiresome.

You must now ask to stay.

l'd like to stay.

Please.

Open your heart.

Will you open your heart?

Yes.

l intend to take this ship.

- Do you agree?
- Please don't ask...

l need your help.

You won't harm anyone?

Now you question me.
Will you assist me?

- Oh, please, don't ask...
- Leave me then.

Go, l say.

No.

l promise.

l'll do anything you ask.

Name - Khan, as we know him today.

Name - Khan Noonien Singh.

From 1 992 to 1 996, absolute ruler
of more than a quarter of your world.

- From Asia to the Middle East.
- The last tyrant to be overthrown.

l must confess, gentlemen. l've always
held a sneaking admiration for this one.

He was the best tyrant
and the most dangerous.

They were supermen, in a sense.
Stronger, braver.

Certainly more ambitious, more daring.

Gentlemen, this romanticism
about a ruthless dictator is...

We humans have a streak of barbarism.
Appalling, but there nevertheless.

- There were no massacres.
- And as little freedom.

- No wars until he was attacked.
- Gentlemen...

You misunderstand us.

We can be against him and admire him
all at the same time.

- lllogical.
- Totally.

This is the captain.

Put 24-hour security
on Mr Khan's quarters immediately.

l'm sorry, Captain. l was lost in thought.

My door. Locked from outside,
a guard posted.

Unusual treatment
for Khan Noonien Singh.

Excellent.

You identified me
with your computer system, l imagine.

l'd like those answers now.

First, the purpose of your star flight.

A new life, a chance to build a world.

Other things
l doubt you would understand.

Why? Because l'm not a product
of controlled genetics?

Captain,
although your abilities intrigue me,

you are quite honestly inferior.

Mentally, physically.

l am surprised how little improvement
there has been in human evolution.

There has been technical advancement,

but...how little man himself has changed.

Yes, it appears we will do well
in your century, Captain.

- Do you have any other questions?
- Thank you.

They've all been answered.

Move away.

Otto.

Joaquin.

The trip is over, the battle begins again.
Only this time, it's not a world we win,

it's a universe.

Kati.

On course, sir. Warp factor 2.

Maintain.

- Bridge.
- Security here. Khan's escaped.

Sound security alert.

Communication channels are down,
Captain.

Turbo elevators inoperative.

Jammed, Captain.

Atmospheric controls cut off.

Useless.
They're on override in engineering.

Engineering.

- Scotty, this is the bridge.
- Captain!

- What's going on down there?
- He's not able to answer you now.

Your ship is mine. l have shut off
the life-support system to your bridge

and jammed up your exit routes.

l am willing to negotiate.

Flood all decks with neural gas.

lmpossible.
lntruder control systems inoperative.

Khan was thorough
in his study of our tech manuals.

- Contact Starbase 1 2.
- All channels are totally jammed.

Brilliant. Every contingency anticipated.

Your air
should be getting quite thin by now.

- Do you surrender the bridge?
- Negative.

Academic, Captain.

Refuse, and every person
on the bridge will suffocate.

Stardate 31 42.8.

They have my ship,
discarding their own worthless vessel.

Only moments of air
left on the bridge now.

Commendations recommended
for Lieutenant Uhura,

Technicians First Class
Thule and Harrison...

Lieutenant Spinelli...

...and, of course, Mr Spock.

l take full responsibility...

l take full...

Nothing ever changes except man.

Your technical accomplishments.

lmprove a mechanical device
and you may double productivity.

But improve man,
and you gain a thousandfold.

l am such a man.

Join me. l'll treat you well.

l need your training
to operate this vessel.

Where is Captain Kirk?

l see now l made
one serious error.

You are the communications officer.
Engage the viewing screen, please.

No!

l should have realised
that suffocating together on the bridge

would create
heroic camaraderie among you.

But it is quite a different thing to sit by
and watch it happen to someone else.

Engage the viewing screen.

l'm sure you recognise your medical
decompression chamber here.

And the meaning of that indicator.

Your captain will die.

lf you join me, Mr Spock,
l will save his life.

My vessel was useless. l need you
and yours to select a colony planet.

One with a population
willing to be led by us.

To be conquered by you.

A starship would make that simple,
wouldn't it?

Each of you in turn will go in there.

Die while the others watch.

Khan, there's no reason
l must watch this, is there?

But l hoped you would be stronger.

lf anyone of you joins me, anyone!

l'll let him live.

lt's so useless!

We've lost the channel.

How do l regain picture?

lt does not matter. The captain is dead.

Take Mr Spock next.

Khan said to watch him closely.
He may decide to cooperate.

Captain, l saved your life.
Please don't kill him.

- Surprised to see you, though pleased.
- l'm a little pleased myself.

- Situation?
- Khan's men have control of the ship.

Our only chance
is the intruder control circuit.

- There's a relay junction in the corridor.
- Gas all decks but this one.

Armoury. This is Khan. Report.

Rodriguez! Ling!

McPherson!

Anyone. Report status.

- Where's Khan?
- He got out just as the gas...

Gas in all sections
except engineering.

Someone just closed that line.

Acknowledge.
Unable to flood engineering section.

This is Scott. Captain's headed
for the engineering section. l'll follow.

Negative.
We must protect the vessel.

Meet me in the armoury. Spock out.

lf l understood your manuals,
that's an overload in progress.

Your ship will flare up
like an exploding sun within minutes.

l have five times your strength.

You're no match for me.

Captain's log, stardate 31 43.3.

Control of the Enterprise
has been regained.

l wish my next decisions
were no more difficult.

Khan and his people. What a waste
to put them in a reorientation centre.

And what do l do about McGivers?

Record tapes engaged and ready,
Captain.

This hearing is now in session.

Under the authority vested in me
by Starfleet Command,

l declare all charges and specifications
in this matter have been dropped.

Agreed you have the authority...

l believe our heading takes us
near the Ceti Alpha star system.

Correct. Planet V there is habitable,

although a bit savage,
somewhat inhospitable.

But no more than Australia's Botany
Bay colony was at the beginning.

Those men went on to tame a continent.
Can you tame a world?

Have you ever read Milton, Captain?

Yes.

l understand.

Lieutenant Marla McGivers.

Given a choice of court martial
or accompanying them there...

lt will be difficult.

A struggle at first even to stay alive,
to find food.

l'll go with him, sir.

A superior woman.

l will take her.

And l've gotten something else l wanted.

A world to win, an empire to build.

This hearing is closed.

lt's a shame for a good Scotsman
to admit it, but l'm not up on Milton.

The statement Lucifer made
when he fell into the pit.

''lt is better to rule in hell
than serve in heaven.''

lt would be interesting, Captain,
to return to that world in 1 00 years

and learn what crop has sprung
from the seed you planted today.

Yes, Mr Spock.

lt would indeed.