All language subtitles for Star.Trek.TAS.S01E07.The.Infinite.Vulcan.engels

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 5554.4.

The Enterprise has been ordered
to survey a new planet

recently discovered
at the periphery of the galaxy.

Life readings are confused, sir.
I can't decipher them.

There is something else, Captain.

I'm getting a reading
of some kind of power

from that building.

Well, now, what's this?

- Captain! Captain!
- What is it, Mr. Sulu?

You're going to have
to see this yourself, sir.

- What is that thing?
- It's a mobile plant.

When it stops,
its roots bore back into the ground.

They're all over the place.
I think it likes me.

We always encourage our officers
to make friends with the natives.

Captain, the power reading
now includes an electronic probe.

We are being scanned.

Phasers on stun, stay alert.
Mr. Sulu, stay here.

Must have been a thorn.

The probe originates in this wall,

as does an incredibly powerful
force shield.

It appears to be an amalgam of devices
designed to defend and protect the city

and this building in particular.

Jim! I'm picking up a humanoid reading
of incredible strength.

It's as if he...

- He's been poisoned. Unknown toxin.
- Can you help him?

I can't get a correlation
with any known poison.

Maybe the ship's medical computers.

He's got about one minute to live
unless I can find an answer.

Maybe dylovene.

No good.

Takes too much time to work
if it does work.

- Maybe a stronger shot.
- That won't be necessary.

- Who are you?
- I am called Agmar.

I believe we can help.

Are you getting a reading on them?

A moment, Captain.
The results are unclear.

Now, just a minute!
I can't let you, whatever you are,

inject him with some alien dew drop!

To wait is to assure your friend's death.
I must proceed.

Bones, let them help.

Captain, these beings
are of botanical origin.

- Intelligent plants?
- So it would seem.

It is an antidote quickly absorbed.

He should begin
to respond momentarily.

- Thank you.
- Welcome to the planet Phylos.

I'm Captain James Kirk.
Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy and Mr. Sulu.

You seem to have been expecting us.

Our instruments have tracked
and scanned you.

We did not wish to reveal
ourselves immediately.

We are a peaceful race
and we have a fear of aliens.

- What happened to him?
- He was bitten by the Retlaw plant.

It is deadly only if unattended.

- Your medication worked quickly.
- A minor achievement.

Minor? Our science doesn't have
anything that works that fast.

Yours must be incredible.

The toxin level is decreasing fast.
Body readings up to normal.

How is it you knew your antidote
would work on a human?

There have been
humanoid aliens here before.

Your method of communication...

A voder, or translator. Most efficient.

I'm sorry, Agmar,
but I don't like puzzles.

Where are the rest of your people?

Come. I will show you.

Our people.

Nerve tissue.
Mass density is exceptionally high.

Readings indicate the beings used
almost 70% of their brains.

A very high ratio.

Your ancestors?

No. Only the generation before us.

Then what happened?

A human came.
He brought sickness and death.

But he also worked
to save us from his disease.

There are evidences
of gram-positive bacteria.

It's carried by humanoids
without ill effect,

but staphylococcus strains don't seem
to be native to this planet.

It must have been like a plague.

We had no way of knowing
what was happening.

- You were alive then?
- Very young.

Plant life, Captain.
Primitive and aggressive.

They won't work on any setting, sir.

There is a weapons deactivator
in effect here.

Your destructive machines
will have no effect.

I think it's after you, Jim.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Captain!

What do you think they'll do with us, sir?

Something tells me we've just been
used as a diversionary tactic. Look.

I'm sorry, Captain Kirk,
but there was no other way.

What are you talking about?
Where have they taken Spock?

He has been chosen
to serve a greater cause.

The Master has searched many years
to find a specimen like Spock.

And now, all the worlds of the galaxy

will share in the beauty
of peace and harmony.

So help me if you don't tell me
where Spock has been taken.

- The Master.
- Praise to the Master.

- Praise to the Master.
- The Master, our Savior.

Savior, our Master.

- Another plant?
- No, definitely human, Jim.

I am Dr. Stavos Keniclius 5.

Welcome to Phylos, Captain Kirk.

Where is Spock?

He is mine.
The essence of him is mine.

Return to your ship.

Here is your communicator.
Go back to your ship.

Not without my First Officer.

I am sorry, Captain. You will leave now
or suffer the consequences.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Beam us up, Scotty.

Captain's Log, Stardate 5554.8.

We have come upon
one of the most fascinating discoveries

we have ever seen.

Plant life of extraordinary intelligence
and technology.

However, they have captured
Mr. Spock,

apparently, under the orders
of a human named Keniclius.

Lieutenant Uhura is trying to locate
any reference to such a man

in order to unravel the mystery
of this giant human.

Anything, Mr. Sulu?

We haven't been able to pick up
any human life form readings, sir.

Spock and Keniclius
must be somewhere

our sensor scans can't penetrate.

What about the Phylosians?

I had to adjust for the fact
that they're plant life forms.

We're registering the lesser ones
like the Swoopers in abundance.

No sign of Agmar and the other four.

Agmar said something
about a weapons deactivator.

Mr. Sulu, lock ship's phasers
on that laboratory building.

- Use a wide area stun setting.
- Aye, sir.

Lieutenant Uhura, how are you coming
with that information on Keniclius?

Nothing current, Captain.

I may have found something
in the history banks.

- I'll have it in a moment.
- Keep trying, Lieutenant.

Phasers locked on and ready, sir.

- Fire phasers.
- Firing.

No effect, Captain.
Phaser stun was neutralized

at a distance of 1,000 meters
above the area.

Which means our weapons are useless,

and we have no alternative
but to go back down there

and try to rescue Spock without them.

I'd hate to resort to clubs and knives.

There may be something
more effective, Mr. Sulu.

- Kirk to Engineering. Scotty?
- Here, sir.

How's that special equipment
coming along?

My engineers are working on it now, sir.
You'll have it within the hour.

Very well, Mr. Scott. Kirk out.

I have the information now, sir.
I'll put it on the main screen.

Thank you, Lieutenant. Bones?

One of my great-great-granddaddies,
way back,

had the finest garden in the South.

Had to scramble around a little bit
to find the materials,

but I've got his recipe brewing now.

Working. From Earth history file.
Stavos Keniclius.

Earth scientist, period, Eugenics Wars.

Planned to clone perfect specimen
prototype into master race.

Concept considered anti-humanistic.
Banned from community.

Disappeared.

No evidence of death. No further data.

There used to be a story
about a modern Diogenes

wandering the galaxy
looking for someone special.

Someone special.
A perfect specimen, perhaps.

Yes, I've heard it, too.

It couldn't be Keniclius.
He'd be over 250 years old!

Not if he cloned a new copy of himself
every so often to carry on the search.

Remember, he said he was Keniclius 5.

It seems incredible that a man
could take a few cells from his body

and reproduce himself from them
time after time.

But that seems to be exactly
what we're dealing with

in the giant human Keniclius.

- I hope these things work.
- Well, the equipment's guaranteed,

but I have my doubts
about the stuff inside.

A strange way to handle aliens.

These are strange aliens we're fighting.

Scotty, as soon as we beam down,
I want you to leave orbit.

If they think we've gone,
they won't be scanning the surface.

- Give us 30 minutes.
- Aye, sir, but I don't like it.

Neither do I,
but it appears to be necessary.

Energize.

No indication of a scan.
I don't think they know we're here.

Let's go.

I'm not sure I can take too much of this.

They're almost mindless, Doctor.

They seem to attack primarily
as a reflex action. It's clear now.

- I can't believe it.
- Incredible!

Looks like they're getting ready
to go on a trip.

But where? To what purpose?

The number of ships indicates
a mass migration.

Or invasion.

Agmar said they were
a peaceful people.

Sure they are, now.
But what about before?

You could have a point, Bones.
Those ships, the city.

The Phylosians built a technology

possibly greater than anything
we animal species did.

The ships look like
they never got off the ground.

Could be the disease Keniclius
accidentally brought here

swept the planet before they could do
whatever they were going to do.

- Any indication of Keniclius or Spock?
- No, sir.

- Only the Phylosians.
- Well, followers can be led.

Let's hope we can be
as persuasive as Keniclius.

Agmar, we don't want to hurt you,
but we must have Spock back.

I do not think that is possible.

The Vulcan-human blend of wisdom,
sense of order, durability and strength

is the finest the Master has ever found.

We are pleased
Spock will carry on our work.

Carry on your work?

We are the last
of a dying people, Captain.

Once we had a great mission.
Then disease decimated us.

We few are the frail remnant
of what survived.

Our spore cells have been destroyed.
There will be no more of our kind.

What if something happens to Spock
or the Master?

There will always be a master.

But, come,
you are worried about your friend.

I will show you he is safe
and in good hands.

- Just like that, Captain?
- So it would appear, Mr. Sulu.

All the same, keep that bag handy.

The way is through here, gentlemen.

We sprang from the soil, Captain.

These tunnels were once
part of our home.

This will serve to illuminate our way.

No wonder we couldn't find Spock.

The walls are 600 times denser
than lead,

- in addition to the surface force field.
- Did you hear something?

- What?
- I'm not sure.

Not much further now, Captain.

There it is again, a flapping sound.

- Agmar!
- Use the belt lights!

They don't operate. Agmar!

Run. We've got to find some light.

We can't do anything
unless we can see what we're fighting.

Don't stop. Try to stay together.

- Jim, up ahead.
- I see it. I see it. Keep going.

He's dying.

Something's happened to his brain.
Electrical activity decreasing.

It's too late, Captain Kirk!

In a few minutes,
your friend will be gone.

But as Keniclius 1 lives on
in each of his clones,

so will Mr. Spock.

Behold, gentlemen,
the dawning of a new era,

the salvation of a galaxy!

Spock Two!

Get ready.

Captain, I'm out.
The chemical sprayer is empty.

- Mine, too, Jim.
- Wait. Listen.

Maybe they're waiting
for the mist to clear.

Well, how about that.

Great-granddaddy's weed spray
still works.

Never mind that.
We've got to get Spock out of here

before Keniclius returns.

Scott should have
the Enterprise back by now.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Nothing.

Must be these blasted walls again.

- Kirk to Enterprise.
- It's no use, Jim.

He'll be dead in a few minutes.
His mind is gone. He no longer thinks.

This machine has drained
his mind somehow.

More than just drained.

It's been transferred,
relocated into the mechanism itself.

I can duplicate
exact physiological structure.

I cannot duplicate that which is learned.

Just as my predecessor transferred
his knowledge to me

through this apparatus,

I have done that with Mr. Spock
and the first of his clones.

You talk about creating life
with your clones,

but you have to murder to do it.

Come on.

Out of my way, mister. That's an order.

I don't think he understands.

His mind is still trying to assimilate
all the knowledge it's been fed.

Keep trying, Lieutenant.

We've got to make contact
with the Captain.

It's no use, Mr. Scott.
I can't get through.

Except for environmental systems,
I want the entire power load of the ship

redirected into
a tight beam transmission.

If we can break through the shielding,
we can reach the Captain.

Mr. Scott, you're risking
a total drain of our dilithium crystals.

To maintain communication,

we would have to burn out
all our reserves.

And don't I know it, lass.
But we must speak to the Captain.

He's coming out of it, Jim.
He's becoming conscious and aware.

Spock, what is the logic
in letting a man die

for the sake of creating his duplicate?

Explain it to me, sir. Explain it to me.

- All power sources locked in, Mr. Scott.
- Then throw the switch, Lieutenant.

Vulcans do not condone
the meaningless death of any being.

Spock's death is meaningless

if it is only to create
a giant version of himself.

It is not just a duplicate!

He will be the beginning
of a master race. He...

That's our ship calling, Spock.
You answer them.

Spock is slipping away.
There isn't much time left.

I'm sure we're getting through,
but they're not acknowledging.

Keep trying.

Mr. Scott, we're near the drain point
on the dilithium crystals now.

- Our reserves...
- Keep trying.

- Commander Spock here.
- Oh, thank heaven.

Mr. Spock, tell the Captain I've located
more information about Keniclius.

I had the library computer check out
all known writings by Keniclius.

They are obscure, but there is
a recurring theme in his later essays

about using his master race
as a peace-keeping force

throughout the galaxy.

That was why Keniclius wanted
a perfect specimen.

I have to sign off.
We've reached power drain threshold.

That's what I call close, Mr. Scott.

Let's hope it was information
they could use.

All this has been a waste, Keniclius.

There's been peace in the Federation
for over 100 years.

That is a lie.

What about the Eugenics Wars?
The galactic wars?

What of the depredations
of the Romulans,

the Klingons and the Kzinti?

An army of Spock duplicates
is necessary to subdue them.

You're the fifth Keniclius.

What makes you so sure what
you believe is truth isn't just old news?

Your predecessors could have been
out of touch with our advances

for two centuries.

The Master always speaks the truth.

I can understand why you think
Keniclius is the master

if he saved you from dying,

but why do you agree
with his plan of a super race?

Our fleet of ships which you saw
was to be launched

for the same purpose
the Master intends.

Disease struck us
before we could carry out our own plan

to impose peace on a galaxy
that knew none.

We already have peace
in the Federation.

It wasn't imposed, it was agreed upon.

You have no need of Spock.

Reverse the effects of that machine
and let us take him.

No! The mold must be broken.

Jim, Spock's almost gone.

If you have Spock's mind,

you'll know the Vulcan symbol
called the IDIC.

Infinite Diversity
in Infinite Combinations.

Symbolizing the elements
that create truth and beauty.

Could an army of Spocks impose peace
and Phylosian philosophy

on any other beings
in defiance of the IDIC concept?

I do not believe so.

- Reverse the machine, Keniclius.
- No!

Our dream must not be allowed to die.

Murderer! You've killed Spock!

To persist in this behavior, Captain,

is to negate the eloquence
of your previous argument.

May I suggest a more constructive way?

My mind to your mind,

my thoughts to your thoughts.

The Vulcan mind touch!

I am pleasantly surprised
at your capacity

for deductive reasoning, Captain.

When you are not being bellicose,

there appears to be no end
to your arsenal of formidable talents.

Spock. Spock, you old...

And you needn't worry, Captain Kirk,
about a master race.

There will be no militia,
no other Spocks.

But what of my work?

If all I have lived for is already done,

if the times I feared are gone,

what is to become of me?

There appears to be no reason
why I should continue to exist.

I would suggest Dr. Keniclius remain
on Phylos with my duplicate.

The concerted efforts of both scientists

may yet achieve a rebirth
of the Phylosian civilization

and enable them to contribute
to the Federation.

- My thoughts exactly, Mr. Spock.
- So one might assume, Mr. Spock.

How does that sound to you, Keniclius?

To bring life is at least as important
as bringing peace.

I would be honored.

- If I will be allowed.
- I'll report your work here.

I think the Federation will understand.

By the way, Mr. Sulu,

any chance of teaching me
that body throw?

- Could come in handy sometime.
- I don't know, sir.

It isn't just physical, you know.
You have to be inscrutable.

Inscrutable?

Sulu, you're the most
scrutable man I know.