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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1329.8.

The USS Enterprise in pursuit
of an unidentified vessel.

SULU:
There he is, sir.

Center screen.

Still trying to run away from us, sir.

Don't lose him, Mr. Sulu.

SULU:
No, sir.

Earth ship, Mr. Spock?

Difficult to say, captain.

We're getting no
registration beam from it.

If it is, he'll soon
overload his engines.

SPOCK:
Sir, he's pushing his engines too hard.

Changing course again.

He knows we're after him, all right.

Stay with him, Mr. Sulu.

- Communication?
- I've tried all frequencies, sir.

He refuses to answer,

unless he's not receiving us.

Oh, he's receiving us all right.

Approaching
an asteroid belt, captain.

Shiller rating 3-5.

Deflectors on, Mr. Farrell.

He's seen the asteroid too, sir.

Stay with him.

He'll try to lose us in them.

SULU:
If one of them hits him--

SPOCK:
Sensor reading on the vessel, captain.

I make it out as a small
class-J cargo ship.

And his engines are superheating.

KIRK: Try to warn him.
If he loses power now--

FARRELL:
There go his engines, sir.

SULU:
He's drifting into asteroid belt, captain.

He's had it,

unless we put our
deflector screen around him.

Captain, if we try, we'll
overload our own engines.

He's too far away.

Cover him with our
deflector screen, Mr. Farrell.

Scotty, Spock,
stand by in the Transporter Room.

SCOTTY:
Aye, sir.

We're protecting him, sir.

We won't be able to hold it long.

We're overloading, captain.
Engine temperatures climbing.

[BEEPING]

KIRK:
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.

MAN [ON INTERCOM]:
This is the Engine Room.

Temperatures are passing
the danger line.

Our deflector screen's weakening, sir.

We can't protect them much longer.

[BUZZ]

That was one of our
lithium-crystal circuits, sir.

Bridge to Transporter Room.

If you don't start beaming
that crew over soon--

SCOTTY [ON INTERCOM]:
They're not answering our signal.

There's nothing to lock on to.

Another circuit, sir.

[BLEEPING]

UHURA: I'm getting a distress signal
call from them, sir.

Scotty, we're getting
a distress signal.

SCOTTY: We're locked
on to something, captain.

Meaning no ingratitude, gentlemen,
but just where is it I find meself?

You're aboard the USS Enterprise.

Oh, it's really a darn
beautiful ship, isn't it?

Really a beautiful ship.

The name, gentlemen, is Walsh.
Captain Leo Walsh.

How many more in your crew?

Just a few more.

Your vessel's breaking up, man.

If we don't get them
over here right now--

Well, we couldn't be sure you was
a friendly vessel, now, could we?

But the three of them will be
in position right about by now.

[BUZZ]

Another lithium circuit.

Now supplementing
with battery power, sir.

Scotty,

how many of them
did you get aboard?

SCOTTY: Only one, sir.
But we've locked on to three more.

McCOY:
What's wrong?

I don't know, sir.

With those three
lithium crystals gone--

At best, it'll take longer on battery.

Never did trust this
thing in the first place.

There she goes.

SULU: Asteroid.
Hit him dead center.

KIRK:
Bridge to Transporter Room.

Their vessel has been
hit by an asteroid. It's gone.

Did you get the crew off?

Not yet, sir, but we've
hooked on to something.

[INTERCOM WHISTLES]

KIRK:
Kirk to Transporter Room. Report.

WALSH:
It's all right, darlings.

We're in good hands.

Bridge to Transporter Room.

We're clearing the asteroid
belt now, captain.

Deflector screen down, Mr. Farrell.
Conserve power.

[BLEEP]

KIRK:
Captain to Transporter Room.

Are you reading me or not,
Mr. Scott?

Bridge to Transporter Room.
How many did we get off?

SCOTTY:
Oh. Uh--

Four in all, sir.

If the captain of that vessel can walk,
I want him in my cabin immediately.

Correction.

I want him there whether
he can walk or not. Kirk out.

That fella sounded
a mite upset, didn't he?

Yes.

Yes, they are.

Curious.

You're certain this was everyone
aboard, Mr. Walsh?

No other crewmen?

Oh, no, that's everyone all right.

But so far as the ladies
actually being the crew--

You can explain that to the captain.

Amen to that, Scotty.

WALSH: Oh, sure, these starships
are really something marvelous,

but men will always be men,
no matter where they are.

Hey, mister, you'll never
take that out of them.

Deck 12.

You're part
Vulcanian, aren't you?

SPOCK: Mm.

Well then, a pretty face
doesn't affect you at all, does it?

That is, not unless you want it to.

You can save it, girls.

This type can turn himself off
from any emotion.

I apologize for what he said, sir.

He's so used to buying
and selling people--

I'll handle the conversation, darling.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come.

The commander of the transport
to see you, captain.

Good. Now, if you
don't mind telling--

Hello.

Hello, ladies.

Is this your crew, captain?

WALSH:
Well, no, captain.

This is me cargo.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1329.1.

We have taken aboard
from unregistered transport vessel,

its captain and three
unusual females.

These women have a
mysterious magnetic effect

on the male members of my crew,

including myself.

Explanation unknown at present.

Well, how the devil am I supposed
to know this is a starship, captain?

There I am with a cargo
of young lovelies,

a strange ship
comes up alongside...

Well, naturally I did me
best to evade you.

And starship captain or no,
you exceeded your authority

when you drove me and mine
into a shower of asteroids.

- Your name, please?
- Walsh. Leo Walsh.

You destroyed me ship, captain.

Mr. Walsh, I'm convening
a ship's hearing on your actions.

Mr. Spock will supply you with any
legal information you may need

for your defense.

You're a hard-nosed
one, captain.

And you're a liar, Mr. Walsh.

I think we both
understand each other.

Security.

Escort Mr. Walsh to his quarters.
Confine him there.

You're on duty, Johnny-O.

Back to reality.

You can feel their eyes
when they look at you.

Like something grabbing hold of you.

- You notice that?
- I noticed.

How I noticed.

Cool it, now, Johnny, okay?

Got trouble, Mr. Spock.

I'm well aware of that, Mr. Scott.

One lithium crystal left, and that
with a hairline split at the base.

Better rig a bypass circuit.

Can't. We blew the whole
converter assembly.

KIRK [ON INTERCOM]: Kirk here.

Needed on the bridge, captain.

[WOMEN CLAMORING]

Shh. Calm down, now.

Do you mind waiting outside?

- Sorry, sir.
- WALSH: Well...

Now, answer every question
they put to you. Don't lie.

Well, you've no need to, have you?

And don't submit to a med--

That is, being so healthy, they've no
need for a medical exam, have they?

- But what if they ask us about--?
- They won't.

Have you no place to go, lads?

- They'll notice we're dif--
- No, no, no, they won't.

You just let Leo take
all the hard questions.

Now, don't be panicking, loves.

- We'll get to--
- Get where?

We don't have a ship, and we're
headed the wrong way, Harry.

Le--

Leo. Leo Walsh is me name, darling.

Don't forget that.

So lovely. Lovely, aren't they?

If they'll only think
lovely thoughts, if they smile,

why, they'll come out right
some which way, now, won't they?

Me personal guarantee on that.

The entire ship's power is feeding
through one lithium crystal.

Then switch to bypass circuits.

We burned them all out
when we superheated, captain.

That jackass Walsh not only wrecked
his own vessel, but in saving his skin--

If it makes you feel
any better, engineer,

that's one jackass
we're going to see skinned.

But it's frustrating.

Almost a million gross tons of vessel

depending on a hunk
of crystal the size of my fist.

SPOCK:
And that crystal won't hold up.

Not pulling all our power through it.

Well, Mr. Spock?

There's a lithium mining
operation on Rigel XII.

- High-grade ore, I've heard.
- Location and distance.

Mr. Farrell has the course.

Less than two days' travel.

Make for Rigel XII, Mr. Spock.

SPOCK:
Rigel XII, Mr. Farrell.

You have the course.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1329.2.

On board the USS Enterprise,
a ship's hearing is being convened

against the transport
vessel's captain.

I'm becoming concerned
about the almost hypnotic effect

produced by the women.

KIRK:
This hearing is convened.

Stardate 1329.2, on board
starship USS Enterprise.

Formal hearings against
Transport Captain Leo Walsh.

Start computer.

State your name for the record.

Leo Francis Walsh.

COMPUTER:
Incorrect.

Your correct name.

Gentlemen, surely you're not
going to take the word of a soulless

mechanical device over that
of a real flesh-and-blood man.

State your correct name for the record.

- Harry Mudd.
- COMPUTER: Incorrect.

Harcourt Fenton Mudd.

Any past offenses, Mr. Mudd?

Of course not. Gentlemen,
I'm simply an honest businessman.

COMPUTER:
Incorrect.

Blast that tin-plated pot.

COMPUTER:
Full data coming on screen.

If it can read our minds too...

They can't, darling. They can't.

Just what's on the record.

COMPUTER:
Offense record: Smuggling.

Sentence: Suspended.

Transport of stolen goods.

Purchase of space vessel
with counterfeit currency.

Sentences: Psychiatric treatment.
Effectiveness disputed.

Mr. Mudd, you are charged with
galaxy travel without a flight plan,

without an identification beam,

and failure to answer
a starship's signal,

thus effecting a menace
to navigation--

What, my tiny little ship
in this immense galaxy?

A menace to navig--?

You're also charged with operation
of a vessel without a master's license.

Untrue. I have a master's ticket.

COMPUTER:
Incorrect.

Master's license revoked,
stardate 1116.4.

All right.

Well, very simply,

Leo Walsh, who was to be
my captain on this trip,

passed away suddenly.

I had no choice but to take out
me ship me own self, did I?

Well I-- I assumed Leo's name
for this voyage, out of...

courtesy to him.
In memoriam, as it were.

Fine, fine man.

Alas, gone to his reward.

Destination and purpose of journey?

Planet Ophiuchus III.
Wiving settlers.

Come again, Mr. Mudd?
You do what?

I recruit wives for settlers.

A difficult but satisfying task.

Data on witnesses.

COMPUTER:
No data.

Computer, go to sensor probe.
Any unusual readings?

COMPUTER:
No decipherable reading on females.

However, unusual reading
on male board members.

Detecting high respiration patterns,

perspiration rates up,

heartbeat rapid,

blood pressure higher than normal.

Well, that's sufficient.

Strike that from the record,
Mr. Spock.

Do you see, gentlemen?
Just as I told you,

three lovely ladies
destined for frontier planets

to be the companions
of lonely men.

To supply that warmth of a human
touch that's so desperately needed.

A wife, a home, a family.

Gentlemen, I look upon this work
as a sacred public trust.

I've devoted me whole life to it.

COMPUTER:
Incorrect.

Well, I'm about to start devoting
my entire life to it.

Did these ladies come voluntarily?

Well, of course. For example,

Ruthie here comes from
a pelagic planet. Sea ranches.

Magda, there, from
the Halium experimental station.

It's the same story
for all of us, captain. No men.

Mine was a farm planet

with automated machines
for company,

and two brothers to cook for,
mend their clothes,

canal mud a foot thick on their boots
every time they walked in.

- Fine, Evie, fine.
- No, it's not fine.

We've got men willing
to be our husbands waiting for us

and you're taking us
in the opposite direction.

Staring at us like we were Saturnius
harem girls or something.

That's enough, Evie.

The only charges
are against Mr. Mudd,

illegal operation of a vessel.

Do you have any defense to offer?

Only heaven's own truth,

which I've just given you.

The hearing is closed.

Mr. Mudd to be handed over
to the legal authorities

at our earliest opportunity.

And what about us?
What happens to us?

Help us, please, all of us.

Miss McHuron, if you don't mind--

The last crystal, sir. It's gone.

SULU [ON INTERCOM]:
Captain Kirk, Engineering section

reports our entire life-support system
is now on batteries.

- Mr. Spock-- Miss McHuron, please.
- EVE: No, please.

Would you mind? Mr. Spock, will
you contact the miners on Rigel XII?

Notify them that we'll need the lithium
crystals immediately upon arrival.

Oh, you beautiful galaxy.

Oh, that heavenly universe.

Why, girls, lithium miners.

Don't you understand?

Lonely, isolated, overworked,
rich lithium miners.

Girls, do you still want husbands?

Evie, you won't have to be satisfied
with a mere ship's captain.

I'll get you a man who
can buy you a whole planet.

Maggie, you're going
to be a countess.

Ruth, I'll make you a duchess.

And I...

I'll be running this starship.

Captain James Kirk,

the next orders you're taking will be
given by Harcourt Fenton Mudd.

[LAUGHING]

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1330.1.

Position: 14 hours out of Rigel XII.

We're on auxiliary impulse engines.

Fuel low, barely sufficient
to achieve orbit over the planet.

Lithium replacements
are now imperative.

The effect of Mudd's women
on my crew continues to grow,

still totally unexplained.

Harry Mudd is confined
to his quarters under guard.

RUTH:
May I come in?

Why, yes. Please do, by all means.

Connors, are you finished?

I was wondering what
this place looked like.

[SCANNER BEEPING]

It's fascinating.

Would--?

Would you walk past
my panel again, please?

Your what?

My medical scanner.

Oh, why? You're not giving me
an examination, are you?

Oh, no, I wouldn't trust my--

My judgment. Believe me.
Just walk by, please.

[SCANNER BEEPING]

It's not supposed to do that.

I wondered, will you be examining
the miners on Rigel XII?

Yes, if they need it.

You mean you haven't asked yet?

Are they in good health and all that?

What?

Oh, yes.

They're in excellent health.

All three of them.

Oh, three.

Are you wearing some
unusual kind of perfume,

or something radioactive, my dear?

No. I'm just me.

I wonder what makes it do that.

EVE:
Captain.

I hope you don't mind.

As a matter of fact,
Ms. McHuron, I do.

Well, I was trying
to take a walk, and I just--

I just had to run in
some place. You see--

I mean, all your men
were looking at me,

following me with their eyes.

Yes. I'll have to talk
to them about that.

[CHUCKLES]

They...

don't do that ordinarily,
Ms. McHuron.

But somehow in your case,
and the ladies with you, it's--

Well, they're probably just lonely.

I can understand loneliness.

Yes.

Yes. Now, Miss McHuron,
if you don't mind, I--

I-- I suppose--

I suppose you
understand it even more.

I mean, having to run
a huge ship like this

with so much responsibility
every minute

and having to be so careful
with all your men looking up to you...

Well, it probably appears
more difficult than it is.

I read once, a commander
has to act like a paragon of virtue.

I never met a paragon.

Neither have I.

Well, of course not. No one is.

But some people
try to pretend.

Um...

Do you, captain?

Ms. McHuron, I-- I don't--

Oh, no.

Oh, I just can't do it.
I don't care what Harry Mudd says.

I do like you,

and I just can't go through with it.

I hate this whole thing!

MUDD:
Just three, you're sure?

Yes, the miners are healthy
and fairly young.

Later, dear. Magda, did you get
to your communications man?

The head miner
is named Ben Childress.

The others are Gossett and Benton.

- And they've been there--
- Almost three years now.

Alone.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Three of them, and three
lovely ladies has Harry Mudd.

And lithium crystals,
my dear, are worth

300 times their weight in diamonds.

Thousands of times
their weight in gold.

But they'll be down there,
and we'll be up here

circling a hundred miles above them.

And there's a guard
outside your door, Harry.

You can't get out of your cabin.

No, my dears.

After one more little job for you,
it won't be Harry Mudd that's trapped.

It'll be a gentleman
named James T--

I don't like you.

And I'm not very happy
with myself either.

MUDD:
Well, I'm not really surprised.

I've seen you noticing the captain.

We're supposed to notice them!

Oh, Harry, I--

I don't feel very good.

I think it must be near the time.

I asked for a preorbital
course, Mr. Farrell.

Pre-orbital course locked in, sir.

KIRK: That's the last time I'm giving
an order twice, gentlemen.

We're down to battery power,
and we're low on that.

They'll get us to Rigel XII, sir,
but it'll be a shaky orbit.

Just hang us in there long enough
to get six crystals, Scotty.

- That's all we need.
- SCOTTY: I'll get you there.

Ridiculous.

What are we running here?

Did you examine them?

Did you examine Eve?

She refused.

Well, come on, you're the doctor.

What is it?

Is it that we're tired,
and they're beautiful?

And they are incredibly beautiful.

Are they, Jim? Are they actually
more lovely, pound for pound,

measurement for measurement,
than any other women you've known?

Or is it that they just...

well, act beautiful?

No, strike that. Strike that.

What are they, Bones?

You mean, are they alien illusions,
that sort of thing?

I asked you first.

McCOY:
No.

An alien smart enough to
pull this would be smart enough

to keep my medical
scanner from going "bleep."

I don't follow you.

I don't either.

Top-space frequency of 3-9.

[COMMUNICATOR BLEEPING]

Rigel XII. Rigel XII.

MAN [ON COMMUNICATOR]:
This is Rigel XII. Come in, Enterprise.

Well, this isn't exactly
the Enterprise.

My name is Harry Mudd.

To whom have I
the pleasure of speaking, sir?

Power curve still dropping, captain.

We'll make orbit, sir.
A temporary one.

Lay in. Computer.

We can sustain this orbit
for three days, seven hours.

More than enough time.

Communications, have a
representative of the Rigel XII miners

meet us here to discuss our need.

Beam him up first
pass over the camp.

Yes, sir.

What's happening?

Look at my face.

Give us the pills.

What if someone sees us like this?

You'll never find them, Harry.

And if you do find them...

you know what they are?

A cheat.

If you care for someone,
really care...

For whom, Evie? For Kirk?

You'll find out that ship's captains are
already married, girl. To their vessels.

You'd find that out the first time you
came between him and the ship.

You'll see.

I'm going back to what I was.

Ugly.

I can't stand
myself like this.

Why did you hide them, Harry?

- Don't you trust us?
- I didn't hide them, girl.

I put them in a safe place
in case I was searched.

Find the pill, Harry.

Mattress.

Yes, here!

Go on, Eve, take it.

It's not a cheat.

It's a miracle.

For some man who can appreciate it...

and who needs it.

SPOCK: Even burned and cracked,
they're beautiful.

Destroying them was a shame.

Not at all, Mr. Spock.

The choice was burning
this lithium crystal

or the destruction
of another man's ship.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

Come.

Sir, Mining Chief Childress
and Mr. Gossett.

KIRK:
Good. Show them in.

I'm James Kirk,
captain of the Enterprise.

This is my science officer, Mr. Spock.

Let's get right to business.

You want lithium crystals,
and we've got them.

Fine. I'm authorized
to pay an equitable price.

We're not sure
they're for sale, captain.

We might prefer a swap.

KIRK:
What did you have in mind?

Mudd's women.

If we like them. We'd like to have
a look at them first, of course.

Right.

Trot them out, captain.
Oh, and Harry Mudd.

Either way, I've agreed to have
him released, charges dropped.

[KIRK LAUGHS]

Is there anything else?

You've got no choice, Kirk.

You beam a landing party down,
and you won't find one blessed crystal.

No deal.

You're a long way out
in space, gentlemen.

You'll need medical help,
cargo runs, starship protection.

You wanna consider
those facts too?

Come along, ladies. Come along.

You must be Ben Childress.
Come on now, girls. Come on.

And you must be Herm Gossett.

GOSSETT:
Yes, I reckon I am.

One thing I'll say for you,
Mudd, you're not a liar.

And ladies, you are welcome.

KIRK:
It's still no deal.

Conserving batteries, sir.
Half power.

I'm told they have only three days of
orbit left before they start spiraling in.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I do hate to see you suffering such
a situation, captain, but truth is truth,

and the sad fact is, you will deal.

Sooner or later, you'll have to.

[WIND HOWLING]

KIRK:
Captain's log.

Transporting down
to surface of planet Rigel XII

to acquire replacement
lithium crystals.

Expect further difficulty from miners.

[LAUGHING]

All right, Childress, you've won.

Now I'll take the lithium crystals.

When I have the time, Kirk.

[CHILDRESS CHUCKLES]

Childress.

We're busy, Mr. Kirk.

We don't have
the time to spare, captain.

You got a better idea?

Blows like that all the time.

[WIND HOWLING]

You can get lost a dozen feet
from your own doorstep.

The wind comes up suddenly.

[CRACKLING]

Magnetic storm.

That means the wind'll really rip soon.

Dance with me.

CHILDRESS: Would
you like to dance?

No.

[EVE COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

I'm sorry, I--
I guess it must be the dust.

That's the way it is on Rigel...

all the time.

[CHILDRESS & RUTH LAUGHING]

- Hey.
- Go away.

I'm cutting in.

Not on me.

[MAGDA & RUTH LAUGHING]

CHILDRESS:
What's the matter with you?

Why don't you just run a raffle,
and the loser gets me.

CHILDRESS: You can't
go out there, you'll get killed!

Just have those crystals
here when I get back.

Eve!

Eve!

KIRK:
Captain's log.

Have transported aboard
the Enterprise to implement search

with infrared scanners
and sensing systems.

Magnetic storms on the planet's
surface are cutting down speed

and efficiency of our equipment.

Search now in progress
for three hours, 18 minutes.

FARRELL:
Traverse parallel three and four.

SULU:
Checking...

but not getting much.

The storm is ionizing
the atmosphere, captain.

Getting difficult to probe through it.

Captain, this is draining
our batteries further.

- If we only had those crystals.
- But we don't!

I didn't get any.
I should have found a way.

Satisfied, Mr. Scott?

Losing communications
with the miners, sir.

Magnetic storm seems worse.

Has Childress reported in yet?

No, sir.
He and the girl are still missing.

Sorry, Scotty.

How much power
do we have left?

About five hours, sir.

[WIND HOWLING]

KIRK:
Captain's log.

I've expended all
but 43 minutes of power.

Ship's condition, critical.

Search now in progress
seven hours, 31 minutes.

Magnetic storms are easing.

Infrared reading.

Check traverse three, grid 0-4-0.

FARRELL: About 11 miles, bearing
1-2-1 from the mining company.

SULU: That's Ben
Childress' quarters.

There's a heat unit operating
there. It could be a cookstove.

Have Mudd meet me
in the Transporter Room.

- Mudd?
- The name of this game.

I had things where I wanted them.

I ate some of your food,
so I paid with some chores.

And I do my own cooking.

Ah! Damn!

Now, I've not laid a hand on you.
Remember that.

Oh.

The sound of male ego. You
travel halfway across the galaxy,

and it's still the same song.

There.

You gonna eat or talk?

I guess I'm supposed to sit,
taste it, roll my eyes, and,

"Oh, female cooking again."

I've tasted better, by my own hand.

Well, you're tasting some of it now.

I couldn't scrape three layers
of your leavings out of that pan.

You find me a well,
some decent water, then talk.

Well, why don't you hang
your pan out in the wind

and let the sand blast it clean?

Or hadn't you thought about that?

It might work.

This solitaire?

Double jack.

The red eight ought to
go on the black nine.

Not in double jack.

You're not only plain as an old bucket,
you're not even good company.

What the devil happened
to your looks anyway?

I got tired of you. I slumped.

You hear what I said?

You're homely!

I've got enough in crystals already
to buy queens by the gross!

I didn't touch her.

MUDD:
Thank heaven you found her.

CHILDRESS: She's been bubbling
with gratitude ever since.

Sit down.

Tell him.

Tell him, Harry.

Yes, well...

KIRK:
The Venus drugs, Harry.

Venus drug?

I've heard of it, but...

It's not just one of those stories?

Oh, it exists...

illegally.

Well, actually, you see,
it's a relatively harmless drug.

Harmless?

Yeah...

Well, what it does is give you
more of whatever you have.

Well, with men, it makes
them more muscular.

Women... rounder.

Men, more aggressive.
Women, more feminine and--

KIRK: He gave it to the women
before you met them.

Does that mean the others...?

They really look like she does?

- Mr. Childress, I--
- Is that what it means?

Yes, that's what it means.

What happened to my partners?

They've left for their quarters
during the storm, Childress.

They're married.

Subspace radio marriage.

It was a fraud.

- They can get out of it.
- If they want to.

Why?

MUDD: You can't
condemn the women.

CHILDRESS: I can.

A man goes out and fights...

almost dies.

We all almost died.

We should have, but we didn't.

And now that we've got
the good life in our hands,

you bring us women
for wives that--

You don't want wives.

You want this.

This is what you want,
Mr. Childress.

I hope you remember it and dream
about it, because you can't have it.

It's not real!

Is this the kind of wife
you want, Ben?

Not someone to help you.

Not a wife to cook and sew...

and cry and need.

This kind.

Selfish,

vain,

useless.

Is this what you really want?

All right, then...

here it is.

Quite a woman, eh, Childress?

A fake.

Pumped up by a drug.

By herself.

She took no drug.

I swallowed it.

Colored gelatin.

Yes, they took away my drug
and substituted that.

But that can't be.

There's only one kind of woman.

Or man, for that matter.

You either believe in yourself...

or you don't.

All right, Childress, I've gone
as far with you as I intend to.

I want those lithium crystals,
and I want them now.

[COMMUNICATOR BLEEPING]

Enterprise, this is Kirk.

SPOCK: Spock here, captain.

Stand by.

Do I beam down a search party?

No.

The...

The crystals are here...

and you're welcome to them.

Stand by, Mr. Spock.

We're coming aboard
with the lithium crystals.

How many coming, captain?

Eve will stay.

The day at least. We...

We wanna talk.

Eve?

You've got someone
up there called the Enterprise.

Two of us, Mr. Spock.

Come on, Mr. Mudd.

Don't you think you could
possibly, by accident,

arrange to leave me behind here?

On this planet, that would
be punishment enough.

I can't do that, Harry.

But I will appear as a character
witness at your trial...

if you think that'll help.

They'll throw away the key.

That must have been quite
a talk you made down there.

Ever try considering
the patent medicine business?

Why should I work
your side of the street?

SPOCK:
I'm happy the affair is over.

A most annoying, emotional episode.

Smack right in the old heart.

Oh, I'm sorry.

In your case, it would be about here.

The fact that my internal arrangement
differs from yours, doctor,

pleases me no end.

FARRELL: Course plotted,
and all systems in operation.

SULU: Engines engaged.
Helm answering.

Out of orbit, sir.

Ahead full.

Ahead full, sir.