All language subtitles for Star.Trek.TAS.S01E10.Mudds.Passion.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 4978.5.

We are approaching
the Arcadian Star System

on a mission
to locate an old friend.

Do you think Harry Mudd
is down there, Spock?

The probability of his presence
on Motherlode

is 81%, plus or minus .53.

Why can't you just say,
"Mudd's probably there"?

I just did, Doctor.

Approaching parking orbit, Captain.

Very well, Mr. Arex.

Spock, let's see how close
your percentage is.

Now, you're all heavy metal miners,
shrewd and intelligent.

So you can appreciate
the incredible value I'm offering.

With this magical liquid, no person
of the opposite sex can resist you.

It matters not whether you are young,
old, fat, ugly or repugnant.

Nothing personal, gentle beings.

Proof, human.

Proof? Behold.

Harry, darling, I was lonely for you.

Behold.

I placed a single drop of
this miracle substance on meself,

then simply touched this young lady.

Please, darling,
come back to the ship with me.

How much?

- Three hundred credits, or the...
- Three hundred?

A bargain, sir.

True love is worth any price.

Captain Kirk.

And the ineluctable Mr. Spock.

Welcome to Motherlode, gentlemen.

Interested in purchasing a little love?

We're interested in you, Harry.

For fraud, illegal drug manufacture
and swindling.

As I said, welcome to Motherlode,

a charming planet which
does not recognize Federation law.

So you two can keep out of this.

All right, Mudd. You've got a deal.

Are you aware that Harry Mudd
is tricking you via an illusion?

What?

The so-called "girl"
is a Rigelian hypnoid,

projecting a simple illusion.

Now, friends.

We can't arrest you, Harry.
But you can give yourself up.

No.

Thief.

I surrender myself with free will.

Mercy of the law.

That was a miching trick, Kirk.

You've cost me me ship,
everything I own. Even the love crystals.

I may just sue you.

Fine. I'll see you in court, Harry.

A minor bruise, Captain. He'll live.

I thought we left you on
the robot planet, Harry. Permanently.

Never underestimate
the spirit of Harcourt Fenton Mudd.

I borrowed a vehicle.

Stole a spaceship.

And left to find haven on llyra VI.

A charming planet,
an innocent and friendly populace.

To whom you sold
the Starfleet Space Academy.

- Harry...
- A fraud.

But sold for enough credits
to get to Sirius IX.

Where I discovered
a boon to humanoid life,

a miracle love potion.

Which you sold
to a thousand inhabitants,

who immediately
became ill from using it.

I hadn't counted
on their unusual biochemistry.

So, I did the logical thing. I left in haste.

And came here
to swindle honest miners.

The love potion works, Captain.

If you'll allow me
to procure some from my ship...

Prepare the arrest report, Mr. Spock.

I shall require a medical report
on the prisoner, Miss Chapel.

Of course, Mr. Spock.

I think you deserve congratulations
for trapping him so cleverly.

You exaggerate, Nurse.

Kindly see that your medical summary
is more precise.

Your Mr. Spock
is really a very attractive intelligence.

An efficient officer, yes.

But a trifle lacking
in the warmer emotions.

Now, you, Nurse.

You have a wonderful gift

to heal the wounded, a fantastic touch.

A womanly, feminine quality.
I appreciate that.

And I should like to, well, thank you.

- What is it?
- My love potion.

- What is it?
- My love potion.

Not illusion, not trickery,
dear Nurse Chapel.

Inside this crystal
lies the power to create love.

No. No, I've heard of your potions
before.

I don't believe you.

Think about it, darling.

Mr. Spock in love with you.

An uncharted star system
ahead, Captain.

Binary sun with a Class-M planet.

That's rare enough
to warrant investigation.

Agreed. Take us into orbit,
Lieutenant Arex.

It's really so simple, my dear.

You rub the liquid on yourself,
then touch another person.

And it creates love in that person?

- Mudd, that is totally absurd.
- No. It is infallible.

One touch evokes friendship
between men or women.

But between woman and man, love.

Guaranteed.

You're not simply a beautiful woman,
you are a scientist.

I urge you to take this love crystal
as my gift of gratitude to you.

Take it, dear Nurse Chapel,
and conduct your own experiment.

Not that I believe you, but...
Well, I suppose I could analyze it.

Of course.

Parking orbit stable.

Weapons systems
on defensive standby.

No evidence of intelligent life.

Atmosphere at surface,
800 millibars, breathable.

Gravity 1.2.

Temperature hot,
but within Class-M limits.

I'll let you know
the results of my analysis.

Laboratory tests
would destroy it, my dear.

Why not test it the way
it's meant to be used?

- No, I...
- Darling, think.

If it does what I say it does,

Spock will be yours forever, my dear.

I just break the capsule
and rub it on my skin?

And then touch him.

What is it?

A temporary effect
as the liquid is absorbed.

- It'll pass.
- I feel better.

Didn't I tell you?

You should...

You should be in the Brig, Harry.

Right you are, darling.

Why don't you go find Spock?
Can't waste any time, you know.

Yes, I'll do that.

Yes, Nurse?

I brought the medical summary
for the arrest report, Mr. Spock.

Sorry, sir.

Are you injured, Miss Chapel?

No. No, I'm fine.

Are you feeling all right?

Perfectly normal.

I will append
your summary to the report.

Was there something else,
Miss Chapel?

Wouldn't you like me to, well, stay?

Help you?

That would be illogical, Miss Chapel.

Yes.

Yes. It'd be stupid.

Harry Mudd, you swindling...

Oh, no.

Harry Mudd, triumphant again.

And appended hereto is a medical
summary by Nurse Christine Chapel.

Nurse Chapel's sweet summary.

Dear, lovely Christine.

I've come to collect on your guarantee,
Mr. Mudd.

Captain.

Doctor.

I wish to report

a number of very strange

emotions.

- What?
- What?

You're implying the potion
was not completely successful?

Oh, no, it was.

I made a complete fool of myself.

But you know how cold Vulcans are.

Perhaps it takes a bit more time
for Spock to...

You're the same fraud
you've always been, Harry.

I don't know how
I could have believed you.

Well, let's discuss it rationally,
my dear, let's not be hasty.

Don't panic, Harry.

This phaser is set on stun, not kill.

Activate the intercom.

Now, wait a minute,

perhaps that particular crystal
was defective.

Here. Try another. I assure you.

Here. Try another. I assure you.

Stop it!

Sorry, Christine, but I shall require
a temporary hostage.

Internal security, Captain.

Put it on-screen.

Shuttlecraft bay.

Mudd.

And he has Christine. She's in danger.

My love.

- He's going planet side.
- No. Not with my Christine.

Relax, darling,

I'll set you down somewhere safe
and then I'll be off discreetly.

We must go after them, Captain.

I'll lead a landing party.

Spock, you're obviously not yourself.
Maybe some rest.

Captain, I insist upon going.

Christine.

I can't stand the thought
of any danger to her,

to the woman I love.

- Love?
- Spock?

Yes.

I want to protect her,

hold her in my arms.

- Then I'll transport down with you.
- Good.

Jim, is that wise, in his condition?

Try and stop him.
It's better if I go with him.

Spock? In love?

I can't imagine.

Love.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Harry Mudd has escaped
from the Enterprise,

taking Head Nurse Chapel with him,
apparently as a hostage.

Meanwhile, Mr. Spock
is acting very strange.

Come on. Hurry.

If he's harmed one hair
on her pretty head...

Jim, the search party found this
in the shuttlecraft bay.

One of Mudd's love crystals.

Captain, a number of these were broken
against the ship's air system grill.

- Lucky for us they don't work.
- Are we sure, Jim?

A number of the crew are acting
as strange as Spock.

Please, Captain.

Check it out, Bones.
Send me an immediate report.

Mudd has landed on the planet surface.

Coordinates relayed
to Transporter Room 4.

And the Captain's in transports about it
with our ever-loving Mr. Spock.

You're funny

and very attractive for a human.

They'll find you soon enough,
me little poppet.

You'll be safe and I'll be long gone.

Gone where? The planet's a desert.

There's always a market
for an ingenious man.

Once, I recall, on Omega Cygni,
I turned a handsome profit

selling the natives their own oceans.

We haven't seen any traces
of intelligent life.

Of any life.

Then you can relax.
There's no danger, eh?

We'll get you set up top class.
Don't bother to thank me.

Well, I hadn't planned on it.

By the way, anybody keeping a trace
on the Captain and Mr. Spock?

Sure, Arex.

Thanks, Jim.

It's good to have a friend like you.

Strange, that's the way I feel
about you, too.

My dear friend, Spock.

Come, let's go get Mudd and Christine.

Darling, are you all right?

Darling?

Kirk, get us out of here!

Transporter Room,
emergency beam-up now.

They're not responding.

Don't worry.

- You'll be safe, darling.
- Yes, Spock.

How wonderful.

They're coming closer!

Emergency beam-up.

Enterprise, come in.

No response.

Spock, can't you take
your hands off her?

That's my affair.

Captain, please.

I think we should
get a few things straight.

Jim...

No, Captain.

We're both reacting to the drug.

The love potion.

It worked?

Yes, we have to control

our emotional reactions.

It worked.

And I was selling those crystals
to lump-headed miners

for a miserable 300 credits.

Did I ever tell you about the time
I saved Captain Kirk's life?

Or Spock's?

And my dear friend Scotty.

And that pretty little Lieutenant Uhura.

I've saved just about everybody
on this here ship.

If the Enterprise had a heart,
I'd save her, too.

Now, let's talk about your heart,
my dear.

How long does the effect
of the potion last, Harry?

I... I don't know.

Not long, according
to the creature I swindled...

I purchased the crystals from.

Look!

Keep trying to contact the Enterprise.

Maybe we can distract them.

That is an outstandingly stupid idea.

I'm sorry. The drug.

I simply doubt that we can appeal
to their better nature.

If they have one.

Harry, do you have
any of the crystals left?

Two.

No! They're worth a fortune.

No.

My friends, dear Christine,

for you, for all of us.

I've got a hangover
to shame all previous hangovers.

And I did not touch a drop of Scotch.

- Not so loud, you fool.
- Yeah.

Well, all of a sudden,
I don't like you much either.

Come in, Enterprise.

Emergency beam-up.

Repeat, emergency.

Enterprise here.

- I made contact.
- Great.

I hope we last long enough
to be beamed up.

Phasers ready. I'll need help.

And then, on Ophiucus VI,

I conned two miners out of
a year's supply of dilithium crystals

with fake Federation vouchers.

May I help you record
his confession, Nurse?

You?

You'd be the last person I'd choose.

A few moments of love,

paid for with several hours of hatred.

Your potion is scarcely a bargain, Harry.

Well, Spock, so few things
in this universe are perfect.

Think I'll get rehabilitation
therapy again?

I can guarantee it.

Well, that's all right.
I just hate to leave you all.

All my loved ones.