All language subtitles for Star Trek TOS S01E01 The Man Trap-eng

Captain's log, stardate 1513.1.

Our position,
orbiting planet M-113.

On board the Enterprise,

Mr. Spock,
temporarily in command.

On the planet...

... the ruins of an ancient
and long-dead civilisation.

Ship's surgeon McCoy and myself
are now beaming down

to the planet's surface.

Our mission,

routine medical examination
of archaeologist Robert Crater

and his wife Nancy.

Routine, but for the fact
that Nancy Crater is that one woman

in Dr. McCoy's past.

Shall we pick some flowers,
doctor?

When a man visits an old girlfriend,

she usually expects
something like that.

Is that how you get girls to like you,
by bribing them?

Doesn't seem to be
anybody around, does there?

Well, they'll be along.

You rushed us down
ten minutes early.

Professor Crater?

Professor?

Mrs. Crater?

Nervous, Dr. McCoy?

Yeah, a little bit, I guess.

Well, you see, we walked out
of each other's lives ten years ago.

She married Crater,
and for all I know,

she may have forgotten me
completely.

Of all the bonehead ideas, Jim.

How do I let myself in
for things like this?

- Leonard.
- Nancy.

Hello.

It's good to see you.

Let me look at you.

You haven't aged a day.

Oh, this is Captain Jim Kirk
of the Enterprise.

Mrs. Crater.
I've heard a great deal about you.

All good, I hope.

And Crewman Darnell.

How do you do, ma'am?

Something wrong, Darnell?

Excuse me, sir, but, ma'am,
if I didn't know better, I would swear

that you were somebody I left behind
on Wrigley's Pleasure Planet.

It's funny, you're exactly like
a girl that...

A little less mouth, Darnell.

I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to...

I mean, I know it's impossible,
of course.

Why don't you step outside, Darnell.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Maybe I'll step outside too.

What?

And let Plum examine me all alone?

- Plum?
- Plum.

A nickname I gave Leonard
when we were very young.

I'll... I'll wait for the professor,
and I'll catch you both at once.

I'd better go get Bob.

Every time he starts digging, he forgets
time, sleep, food, everything.

Be back in a minute.

It's quite warm here, isn't it?

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 civilisations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

Captain's log, additional entry.

Since our mission was routine,

we had beamed down to
the planet without suspicion.

We were totally unaware that
each member of the landing party

was seeing a different woman,
a different Nancy Crater.

Professor Crater, I'm Captain Kirk.

This is...

The heroic captain
and the intrepid doctor

cross interstellar space
to preserve our health.

Your sense of duty is overwhelming.

Now, will you please go back
where you came from

and tell whoever issues your orders
to leave me and my wife alone?

We need additional salt
against the heat.

Aside from that, we're doing very well,
thank you.

I'm pleased to hear
you're doing well,

but I'm required to confirm that fact.

Doubtless, the good surgeon

will enjoy prodding and poking us
with his arcane machinery.

Go away, we don't want you.

What you want
is unimportant right now.

What you will get is
what is required by the book.

Quote, "All research personnel
on alien planets are required

to have their health certified
by a starship surgeon

at one-year intervals."

Like it or not, professor, as
commander of the ship, I'm required...

To show your gold braid to everyone.
You love it, don't you?

He's all yours, Plum. Dr. McCoy.

Sit down and breathe deeply, please.

Did I hear you call him Dr. McCoy?

You did.

McCoy.

I've heard Nancy
speak of a Dr. McCoy.

Well, that's me.
Didn't she mention I was here?

You..? You've seen Nancy?

She went out to get you.

You've seen her too.
You were with the good doctor.

Yes, why?

Nothing. It's just that it gives me
great pleasure to know

that she's gotten to see an old friend
and has a chance for some company.

It's different for me.
I enjoy solitude.

But for a woman...
You understand, of course.

Well, it certainly hasn't aged her.

She looks exactly as
I knew her 12 years ago.

Amazing, Jim, like a girl of 25.

Oh, sorry. I'm sorry, captain.

Sit down. I seem to have
forgotten my manners.

It's quite all right.

I'm not joking, Jim.

She hasn't aged a day.
There's not a grey hair on her head.

She's got some grey, Bones.

Excuse me, professor.
She's a handsome woman, yes,

but hardly 25.

You've seen my wife with the eyes
of your past attachment, doctor.

I'm sure when Nancy lets...

When you see her again,
she'll be of a believable age.

Well, at any rate, she doesn't look
a day over 30.

Genuine affection.

I'm glad you still feel it for her.

Leonard, isn't it?

- She's a fine woman.
- Open your mouth.

Why, I thought the machine was...

The machine is capable
of almost anything,

but I'll still put my trust
in a healthy set of tonsils.

Now, open your mouth.

McCoy.

Dead, Jim.

It's strange, the red mottling
all over his face.

- What happened?
- What do you suppose happened?

You beamed down a crewman
who doesn't know better

- than to eat an untested plant.
- I've just lost a crewman, Mrs. Crater.

I wanna know what happened.

Well, I...

I...

Take it easy, Nancy.

Just tell us what you know.

Well, I was just...

I couldn't find Bob,
and I was coming back.

I crossed to your crewman.

I wanted him to know

I wasn't offended by the things
he'd said back there.

You remember.

Then I...

I noticed he had a Borgia plant
in his hand.

Before I could say anything, he'd...

He'd taken a bite from it, and he fell.

His face all twisted.

Leonard, you look at me
like you don't believe me.

No. No, no, no, it's not that at all.

It's something entirely different.

Jim, I suppose we could complete
these examinations later.

We don't need an examination,
you can see that.

Perhaps you'd better
take your man and...

We're well aware of our next duties,
professor.

We'll complete your
examinations tomorrow.

Transporter Room.

Transporter Room, captain.

Lock onto us. Three beaming up.

Locked onto you, captain.

Salt. You did ask him
about more salt tablets?

I'll take care of the provisioning,
Nancy.

Miss Uhura, your last subspace log

contained an error
in the frequencies column.

Mr. Spock, sometimes I think

if I hear that word "frequency"
once more, I'll cry.

Cry?

I was just trying to
start a conversation.

Well, since it is illogical

for a communications officer
to resent the word "frequency,"

- I have no answer.
- No, you have an answer.

I'm an illogical woman,

who's beginning to feel too much
a part of that communications console.

Why don't you tell me
I'm an attractive young lady.

Or ask me if I've
ever been in love.

Tell me how your planet Vulcan
looks on a lazy evening

when the moon is full.

Vulcan has no moon,
Miss Uhura.

I'm not surprised, Mr. Spock.

Transporter Room to bridge.
Landing party returning.

They report one death.

Bridge, acknowledging.

I don't believe it.

- Explain.
- You explain.

That means that somebody is dead,
and you just sit there.

It could be Captain Kirk.

He's the closest thing
you have to a friend.

Lieutenant,
my demonstration of concern

will not change what has happened.

The Transporter Room
is very well manned

and they will call me
if they need my assistance.

- She called it a Borgia plant.
- Something new to me.

Bridge to Dispensary.

Go ahead, Mr. Spock.

Borgia plant listed
in library record tapes

as Carbon Group III vegetation,
similar to Earth nightshade family.

Alkaloid poison, chemical structure
common to most Class-M planets.

About the strange mottling
on his facial skin surface,

there is no reference
to this symptom.

Well, then this man
wasn't poisoned.

Stand by, Mr. Spock.

She said she saw him eat the plant.

She's mistaken. I know
alkaloid poison and what to look for.

There's not a trace of it in his body.

There were bits in his mouth.

Jim, don't tell me my business.

He could not have
swallowed any.

My instruments would have
picked up any trace of it.

- Then what kills a healthy man..?
- Now, I'll tell you something else.

This man shouldn't be dead.
I can't find anything wrong with him.

According to all the tests,
he should get up

and just walk away from here.

I don't know.

I'll have the tests double-checked.
My eyes may be tricking me.

But I swear, Jim,
when I first saw her,

she looked just as
I'd known her ten years ago.

Granted, at the moment,
I may have been looking at her

through a romantic haze.

How your lost love
affects your vision, doctor,

doesn't interest me.
I've lost a man.

I wanna know what killed him.

Yes, sir.

Captain's log, stardate 1513.4.

In orbit around planet M- 113.

One crewman,
member of the landing party...

... dead by violence.
Cause unknown.

But we are certain the cause
of death was not poison.

Message, captain.

Starship base on Corinth IV,

requesting explanation
of our delay here, sir.

Space Commander Dominguez says
we have supplies he urgently needs.

Tell José he'll get his chilli
peppers when we get there.

Tell him they're prime Mexican reds.
I handpicked them myself.

He won't die if he goes
a few more days without them.

- Got it?
- Got it, captain.

Well?

No mistake in our record tapes.

Borgia plant. Sole deadly
property is alkaloid poison.

And Professor Crater and wife?

Check out perfectly.

They arrived here
nearly five years ago,

visited by various vessels,

made fairly heavy shipments
out of artefacts and reports.

However, there has been a marked
drop in shipments during the last year.

Dispensary to captain.

- Kirk here.
- We found something.

- What is it?
- I'd rather not put it on the speaker.

Fascinating.

So improbable we almost
didn't check it.

- What?
- Sodium chloride.

Not a trace of it.

This man has no salt
in his body at all.

Can you explain that, doctor?

I can't.

Except what we normally carry
in our bodies is gone from his.

He would die almost instantly.

How? There's no mark on his body.

Except the red rings on his face.

You called that skin mottling.

I thought it was, sir.

Another error on my part.

I'm not counting them, Bones.

- Are you in the mood for an apology?
- Forget it.

I probably was mooning over her.

I should have been
thinking about my job.

Perhaps you were.

Both Nancy and Crater
went out of their way

to mention one item
they needed.

Salt tablets.

Mr. Spock,

outfit a landing party.

We're beaming down
with some questions.

One might think that you had
more important duties

than harassing people, captain.

I have, professor.
Believe me, I have.

Where is Mrs. Crater?
I want to talk to her too.

Captain, you can't just beam
down here

and bully us and interfere
with our work.

Mrs. Crater. I won't ask again.

Possibly at the other diggings.

- We don't keep military logs here.
- Green, find her.

Yes, sir.

- Mr. Spock.
- Standing by.

Sturgeon, transport a sample
of the plant to Mr. Spock.

We'll check if it's
actually the Borgia plant

or something we don't understand.
You got that, Mr. Spock?

- Complete analysis.
- Captain...

...considering the inescapable fact

that you are a trespasser
on my planet...

Your complaint is noted, sir.

Look...

...something we don't understand
killed one of my men.

It could prove to be a danger
to you and Mrs. Crater too.

We've been here
for almost five years.

If there were anything hostile here,

we would know about it,
wouldn't we?

Bones, tell the professor
what the autopsy revealed.

Our crewman died of salt depletion,

a sudden total loss of it.

Medically impossible
by any standards.

And by coincidence,
both you and Mrs. Crater

requested salt tablets.

And your esteemed physician cannot
explain our need for salt tablets?

We're all aware of the need for salt

on a hot and arid planet like this,
professor.

But it's a mystery,
and I don't like mysteries.

They give me a bellyache,
and I got a beauty right now.

Nancy and I started with 25 pounds.

This is what we have left.

Now, what is so mysterious
about that?

Salt.

One of the missions
of the Enterprise

is to protect human life
in places like this.

I'm gonna have to ask you
and Mrs. Crater to stay aboard my ship

until we find out what
killed that crewman.

- But you can't do that.
- But I can, professor.

You mustn't do it,

- it'll interfere with our work.
- How?

You've been here five years. Will a
couple of days make a difference?

- Mr. Spock.
- Spock here.

Arrange quarters
for Professor and Mrs. Crater.

Did you get the plant analysis?

It is the Borgia variety, captain.

Could not have caused
Darnell's death.

Jim, he's run off.

Nancy!

You!

Salt!

I've got salt. Smell it.

- Smell it, Nancy.
- Professor Crater!

Professor Crater.

Professor Crater.

Professor Crater.

Professor!

- Professor.
- Jim. Jim.

It's Sturgeon.

He's dead.

We'd better locate
Crewman Green. Green!

Green!

Crewman Green, report!

Green!

Crewman Green, report.

Green.

Green, where are you?

Could it be Crater?
He came this way.

I don't know.

Green!

- Did you see this?
- Yes, sir.

Sturgeon was dead
when I found him.

I was circling to find
whatever it was.

Same red rings on his face.

Have you seen Nancy?
Mrs. Crater?

No, sir.
I checked all through the ruins.

I'm worried about her. She's not
at the quarters, not at the diggings.

- She could be in trouble. Nancy!
- Crater!

Nancy, it's Leonard!

- We're beaming aboard the ship.
- You can't leave her.

We can't search this
whole planet on foot.

Learn something from
Mr. Spock, doctor.

Stop thinking with your glands.

We have equipment
aboard the Enterprise

that could pinpoint a match
lit anywhere on this planet

or the heat of a body.

Transporter Room, Kirk speaking.

Three to beam up.

- Kirk to bridge.
- Spock here.

Break out the surface
search equipment.

- I want coordinates on two people.
- Acknowledged.

There's a body down there.
Sturgeon.

We'll bring him home, sir.

You could use some sleep, Bones.

All right, Jim.

Bridge.

Oh, Green,
what went on down there?

Who do you think you are?

Something odd, captain.

You said two people.

Professor and Nancy Crater.

We get a reading on
only one person.

Probably Crater.

He's circling, as if
searching for something.

- Expand search radius.
- Yes, sir.

Why don't you go
chase an asteroid.

Hey, Janice, is that for me?

Don't you wish it was.

How about that?

Yeah, how'd
you like to have her

as your own personal yeoman?

Where are you, Sulu?

In here, feeding the weepers,
Janice.

Well, I've got your tray.

May the great bird of the galaxy
bless your planet.

Thank you.

Hello, Beauregard.

How are you today, darling?

Her name's Gertrude.

No, it's a he plant.

A girl can tell.

Why do people have to call
inanimate objects "she"?

Like, "She's a fast ship."

He is not an inanimate object.

He's so animate,
he makes me nervous.

In fact, I keep expecting one of these
plants of yours to grab me.

Hello, Green.

He's not talking today.

You been nipping Saurian brandy
or something?

Take it easy. Calm down.

Very sensitive.

He's the real spook.

Suppose he's going
space-happy or something?

Hey, the door to my quarters
still rattles when it opens.

Would you stop by and see
if you can do something about it?

Thanks, Bobby.

Crewman...

...do I know you?

In a way, ma'am.

You were just thinking
of someone like me.

I'm guessing, of course,
but you do look a little lonely.

I see.

So naturally, when
I'm lonely I think of you.

You're Swahili?

Lieutenant Uhura to the bridge.

Lieutenant Uhura to the bridge.

I better get this tray back.
Bye, Beauregard.

Wait a minute. I'll walk along.

Lieutenant Uhura,
report to the bridge.

Lieutenant Uhura.
On my way, sir.

McCoy to bridge.
Captain there?

Kirk here. Nothing to report, doctor.

We haven't located Mrs. Crater.

- What's the matter, can't you sleep?
- Nope.

Try taking one of those
red pills you gave me last week.

You'll sleep.

The simple fact is...

...unless there's something seriously
wrong with the ship's equipment,

there's only one person
within a hundred-mile circle.

All right, we'll triangulate on him.

We'll let Professor Crater
explain what happened to his wife.

Remember my instructions,
lieutenant.

Keep a tight fix on us.

If we let out a yell,
I want an armed party down there

- before the echo dies.
- Yes, captain.

Nancy.

Well, come in, come in.

I've been worried
sick about you.

I wonder why Jim didn't
tell me he found you.

I'm so happy to see you, Leonard.

The others, they...
Well, I...

I don't relate to them
as much as with you.

You have such
strong memories of me.

- Well, I...
- You do care, don't you, Leonard?

It makes me feel so...

So safe.

Nancy...

My husband?

I like your feelings better.

Much...

...stronger.

But you're tired.

You need to rest.

You're as bad as Jim Kirk.

He's been telling me to take these.

Well, I think you should.

I'll get you some water.

Look at his face!

Bridge, Sulu.
Trouble on Deck 9, Section 2.

We need a medical team.

Captain's log, stardate 1513.8.

I am now certain that
the violent death of my crewman

was caused
by some strange life form.

I was so worried.

Your husband acting strange.

Crewmen dying.

You're so tired, darling.
Just rest now.

Medical Department alert.

Doctors and medics, acknowledge.

It's nothing, dear. It's nothing.

You just sleep.

Nancy will take care of everything.

Dr. McCoy to the bridge.

Dr. McCoy to the bridge.

Dr. McCoy to the bridge.

Captain's log, additional.

Armed and able-bodied crewmen

are not attacked
and slaughtered this easily.

Apparently, the killer can
immobilize them as it approaches,

perhaps with some hypnotic
or paralyzing power.

The answer lies
with Professor Crater.

Professor Crater?

- Go away, we don't want you here.
- We?

Where's your wife, professor?
We're concerned about her.

I'm armed. Go away.

Where's your wife, professor?

She's no concern of yours.

We're worried about her safety.
Aren't you?

Professor, you're a reasonable man.
Let me...

- Kirk here.
- Casualty, captain.

Barnhart was found dead
on Deck 9. Same symptoms.

Spock cutting in, captain.
Something here,

through the arches to your left.

Stand by, Mr. Sulu.
Spock has something.

Green.

- He beamed up to the ship with us.
- Or something did.

Enterprise, from Kirk.

Bridge, Sulu.

You have an intruder aboard.

Could be masquerading
as Crewman Green.

General Quarters,
Security Condition 3.

G. Q., Security 3, sir.

General Quarters 3.
Intruder alert.

G. Q. 3. Intruder alert.

General Quarters 3,
intruder alert.

G. Q. 3, intruder alert.

Reporting G. Q. 3 secure,
captain.

Do you require assistance there?

Crater knows the creature.
If we can take him alive...

Negative, lieutenant.

But keep locked in on us.

Kirk out. Let's get him.

We don't want you here.

We're happy alone.

I'll kill to stay alone.

You hear that, Kirk?

Or you'll have to kill me.
I don't care either way.

Obviously, taking him alive
is going to be difficult.

Set your phaser on one-quarter.
I'll leave mine on stun.

Why risk your life for his?

He's not trying to kill us,
he's trying to frighten us.

And he's doing a pretty good job.

G.Q. 3 now secured,
except for Decks 5, 7 and 10.

Come in, please.

He's not in Supply
and Maintenance, Sulu.

All right, Uhura.
Engineering Deck now.

Run through file photos
of the crewmen there.

- Check.
- Deck 5 reporting.

Crewman Green is not in his quarters.
No one has seen him.

Keep in mind if you find him,
he's not Crewman Green.

Captain reports Green's dead.

And he... Or rather, it followed me.

I thought there was something
twitchy about him.

He, or whatever, was probably
your crewman too, lieutenant.

He must have been it.

You know, I would have remembered
a crewman like him.

The creature leading you
a merry chase, Mr. Sulu?

Creature?

Or whatever it is that's killing
the crewmen.

Perhaps I can help.

Fill me in.

- Set.
- Acknowledged.

Crater.

Your wife, professor, where is she?

Your wife, professor, where is she?

She...

...was the last of her kind.

The last of her kind?

The last of its kind.

Earth history, remember?

Like the passenger pigeon
or the buffalo.

I feel strange.

You're just stunned. You'll be
able to think in a minute.

The Earth buffalo, what about it?

Once there were millions of them.
Prairies black with them.

One herd covered
three whole states,

and when they moved,
they were like thunder.

And now they're gone.
Is that what you mean?

Like the creatures here.

Once there were millions of them.

Now there's one left.

Nancy understood.

Always in the past tense.

Where's your wife?
Where is she now?

Dead. Buried up on the hill.
It killed her.

- When?
- Oh, a year...

Or was it two?

Kirk to Enterprise.

Bridge to captain. Sulu here.

It's definite, Mr. Sulu.
The intruder can assume any shape,

a crewman, you, myself, anyone.
Understand?

Affirmative, captain.

Go to G.Q. 4.

General Quarters 4, captain.

The creature was trying to survive.
It has that right, doesn't it?

Kirk to Transporter Room,
three to beam up.

They needed salt to stay alive.
There was no more salt.

It's the last one.

The buffalo.
There is no difference.

There's one, professor.
Your creature is killing my people.

Captain's log, continuing.

The Enterprise has been invaded
by a creature

capable of assuming any form
and with the capacity to paralyze

and draw the life
from any one of us.

Deck 5, Section 3,

Deck 5, Section 3, report.

Security 3-A here, 3-B in sight.

Negative, captain. I've checked
every face on this vessel.

It was not a crewman I saw.

Yeoman Rand, how long was
this Green with you?

As long as he...

It thought it could get
to the salt on my tray, sir.

Mr. Spock?

Supplies of salt have
been set out as bait

at all decks and engineering levels,
captain.

However, no one or nothing
has approached them as yet.

Dr. McCoy?

Yes?

The Medical Department report,
doctor.

Well, we could offer it
salt without tricks.

There's no reason
for it to attack us.

Your attitude is laudable, doctor,
but your reasoning is reckless.

The creature is not dangerous
when fed.

No, it's simply trying to survive

by using its natural
ability to take other forms.

The way the chameleon uses

its protective colouring.
An ability retained, no doubt,

from its primitive state,

the way we have retained our
incisor teeth. They were once fangs.

Certain of our muscles
were designed for chase.

It uses its ability the way we would use
our muscles and teeth if necessary

to stay alive.

And like us, it's an intelligent animal.

It's... There's no need
to hunt it down.

A very interesting hypothesis, doctor.

- Briefing Room.
- All the halls sealed off.

All weapons accounted for
and locked away.

Security 4 in effect on every level.

Still no lead on the intruder.

Thank you, lieutenant.
Continue the search.

Crater, we don't know who
or what we're looking for.

We need your help, and now.

I demanded, I even begged
that you get off my planet.

Can you recognise this thing
when you see it?

Professor...

...l'll forego charges up to this point,

but this creature is aboard my ship,
and I'll have it,

or I'll have your skin or both.
Now, where is it?

I loved Nancy very much.

Few women like my Nancy.

She lives in my dreams.

She walks and sings in my dreams.

And it becomes Nancy for you.

Not because of tricks.
It doesn't trick me. It needs love

as much as it needs salt.

When it killed Nancy,
I almost destroyed it, but...

...it isn't just a beast.

It is intelligent
and the last of its kind.

You bleed too much, Crater.

You're too pure and noble.

Are you saving the last of its kind,

or has this become
Crater's private heaven,

here on this planet?

This thing becomes wife, lover,
best friend, wise man,

fool, idol, slave.

It isn't a bad life

to have everyone in the universe
at your beck and call,

and you win all the arguments.

You don't understand.

Have you learned to see this thing
in whatever form it becomes?

- Yes.
- Are you gonna help us find it?

Sorry, I can't.

Recommend we use
truth serum, captain.

Doctor?

Well, I resist using it,
but in this case,

the professor
will give us the truth.

Take him.

I'll accompany you, doctor.

Oh, yes, of course.

Captain Kirk to Dispensary.

Captain Kirk to Dispensary.
Urgent.

It wasn't McCoy.

It was the creature. It hit me.

Crater grabbed my phaser.

I wondered about McCoy.
A doubt had crossed my mind.

Captain.

- Professor Crater.
- Dead.

But it had you too.

Fortunately, my ancestors spawned
in another ocean than yours did.

My blood salts are quite different.

Leonard. Leonard, wake up, please!

Help me. Help me, Leonard.

They're trying to kill me.
Don't let them kill me!

Who? Easy, easy,
nobody's going to hurt you.

But you must help me!

Move aside, Bones.

- What's going on here, Jim?
- She's not Nancy, Bones.

Are you insane?

It killed four crewmen, now Crater.

- It?
- The creature. It kills.

It needs salt to live.

- Bones, move aside.
- No!

My guess is she needs more.

You want it, Nancy?

Come and get it.

You're frightening her, Jim.

Not fright. Hunger.
Look at her.

Leonard, if you love me,
make him go away.

Come on.
Do you want this, Nancy?

Come on, Nancy. Come and get it.
Here it is.

- Help me.
- I can't fire. Out of the way.

- Stop it, Jim!
- McCoy, out of the way!

What's the matter with you?
Are you out of your mind?

Get out of the way.

It's killing the captain.

- Shoot it, doctor, quickly.
- No.

No!

It's killing the captain. Shoot, quick!

I won't shoot Nancy.

This is not Nancy.

If she were Nancy,
could she take this?

Stop it! Stop it, Spock!

Stop it!

Is that Nancy, doctor?

No.

No.

Leonard. Leonard, no.

Leonard, please.

Lord, forgive me.

I'm sorry, Bones.

Ready to leave orbit, captain.

Is something wrong, captain?

I was thinking
about the buffalo, Mr. Spock.

Warp 1, Mr. Sulu.

Warp 1, sir. Leaving orbit.