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KIRK:
Personal log, stardate 3013.1.

I find it hard to believe
the events of the past 24 hours.

Or the plea of Mr. Spock,
standing general court-martial.

How do you plead to the charge

of unlawfully taking command
of this starship?

Guilty.

Of sabotaging
the computers of this vessel

and locking it on a course
for planet Talos IV?

Guilty.

And of forcibly attempting to
transport Captain Pike to that planet?

SPOCK: Guilty.

Why? Why does Spock want to take
to that forbidden world

his former captain,
mutilated by a recent space disaster,

now a shell of a man,
unable to speak or move?

The only answer Spock would give
was on the hearing-room screen.

How Spock could do this,
he refused to explain.

But there, before our eyes,
actual images from 13 years ago

of Captain Pike as he was
when he commanded this vessel,

of Spock in those days,

and of how the Enterprise
had become the first and only starship

to visit Talos IV.

They had received a distress signal
from that planet

and discovered there,
still alive after many years,

the survivors of a missing vessel,

only to find it was all an illusion.

No survivors. No encampment.

It was all a trap,

set by a race of beings
who could make a man believe

he was seeing anything
they wished him to see.

And Captain Pike was gone,

a prisoner
for some unknown purpose.

Then the images
we've been seeing--

Are coming from Talos IV, sir.

Mr. Spock, you're aware of the orders
regarding any contact with Talos IV.

You have deliberately invited
the death penalty.

Do you know what you're doing?

- Have you lost your mind?
- Captain...

Jim, please don't stop me.

Don't let him stop me.

It's your career
and Captain Pike's life.

You must see
the rest of the transmission.

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.

KIRK: The court-martial of Mr. Spock
has been convened in closed session.

Despite all we can do,

images continue to be transmitted
to us from Talos IV.

Starfleet has ordered no contact
with Talos IV.

They made no exceptions.

You have no choice, sir. I'm sorry.

The Keeper has taken over control
of our screen.

Do you understand, sir?

As you saw before,

Captain Pike had been
knocked unconscious

and captured by the Talosians.

Can you hear me?

My name is Christopher Pike,

commander of the space vehicle
Enterprise from a stellar group

at the other end of this galaxy.

Our intentions are peaceful.

Can you understand me?

MAN 1:
It appears, magistrate,

that the intelligence of the specimen
is shockingly limited.

MAGISTRATE:
This is no surprise,

since his vessel was baited here
so easily with a simulated message.

As you can read in its thoughts,

it is only now beginning to suspect
that the survivors

and encampment were a simple
illusion we placed in their minds.

You're not speaking,
yet I can hear you.

You will note the confusion
as it reads our thought transmissions.

All right then, telepathy.

You can read my mind,
I can read yours.

Unless you want my ship to consider
capturing me an unfriendly act--

MAGISTRATE: You'll now see
the primitive fear-threat reaction.

The specimen is about to boast
of his strength,

the weaponry of his vessel,

and so on.

Next,

frustrated into a need to display
physical prowess,

the creature will throw himself
against the transparency.

If you were in here, wouldn't you
test the strength of these walls too?

There's a way out of any cage,
and I'll find it.

MAGISTRATE: Despite its frustration,
the creature appears more adaptable

than our specimens
from other planets.

We can soon begin the experiment.

SPOCK: The inhabitants of this planet
must live deep underground,

probably manufacture food
and other needs down there.

Now, our tests indicate
the planet surface,

without considerably more vegetation
or some animals,

is simply too barren to support life.

So we just thought we saw survivors
there, Mr. Spock.

Exactly. An illusion, placed in
our minds by this planet's inhabitants.

It was a perfect illusion.

They had us seeing just what
we wanted to see:

Human beings who'd survived
with dignity and bravery.

Everything entirely logical,
right down to the building of the camp,

the tattered clothing, everything.

Now, let's be sure we understand
the danger of this.

The inhabitants of this planet
can read our minds.

They can create illusions
out of a person's own thoughts,

memories and experiences,
even out of a person's own desires.

Illusions just as real and solid
as this tabletop,

and just as impossible to ignore.

It's Captain Pike they've got.
He needs help.

If we start buzzing about
down there,

we're liable to find their
mental power is so great,

they could reach out and swat this ship
as though it were a fly.

Now, that entry may have stood up
against hand lasers,

but we can transmit
the ship's power against it,

enough to blast half a continent.

Engineering deck will rig
to transmit ship's power.

We'll try blasting through that metal.

MAN 1:
Thousands of us are already probing

the creature's thoughts, magistrate.

We find excellent memory capacity.

MAGISTRATE: I read most strongly
a recent death struggle

in which it fought to protect its life.

We will begin with this,

giving the specimen something
more interesting to protect.

WOMAN:
Come on. We must hide ourselves.

Come. Come.

Hurry.

It's deserted. There'll be weapons
and perhaps food.

This is Rigel VII.

Please, we must hide ourselves.

I was in a cage, a cell,
in some kind of a zoo.

- I must still be there.
- Come on.

They've reached into my mind

and taken the memory
of somewhere I've been.

The Kaylar!

[GASPS]

It's starting just as it happened
two weeks ago.

Except for you.

A brilliant deduction by Captain Pike,
gentlemen.

Yes, he was still inside his cell.

But knowing that
couldn't help him.

The Talosians
controlled his brain.

And could make him
live any place, any time,

any situation they wished.

He would see, taste,

suffer, with the same reality
as you gentlemen sitting there.

Longer hair, different dress,
but it is you,

the one the survivors call Vina.

[KAYLAR ROARS]

Or rather, the image of Vina.
But why you again?

Why didn't they create
a different girl?

[KAYLAR ROARING]

Quick. If you attack
while it's not looking...

But it's only a dream.

You have to kill him,
as you did here before.

You can tell my jailers
I won't go along with it.

I'm not an animal
performing for its supper.

It doesn't matter what you call this.
You'll feel it. That's what matters.

You'll feel every moment
of whatever happens to you.

[CLATTERING]

[VINA SCREAMING]

It's over.

Who is she?
Why have they stopped the images?

Because they know that
Captain Pike is fatigued.

We can reconvene later.

Then they care about the captain.

SPOCK:
They want him back. Alive, sir.

- I demand to know why.
- If you'll be patient, the answers to--

MENDEZ: You're forgetting
you're on trial, Spock.

You will answer
all questions put to you.

SPOCK: My answer to your question
would be quite unbelievable, sir.

I regret we'll have to wait
and see it there.

KIRK:
Personal log, stardate 3013.2.

Reconvening court-martial
of Mr. Spock

and the strangest trial evidence
ever heard aboard a starship.

From the mysterious planet
now only one hour ahead of us,

the story of Captain Pike's
imprisonment there.

Why are you here?

To please you.

Are you real?

- As real as you wish.
- Oh, no.

No, that's not any answer.

I've never met you before,
never even imagined you.

Perhaps they made me
out of dreams you've forgotten.

What, and dressed you in the same
metal fabric they wear?

Or I can wear whatever you wish.

Be anything you wish.

So they can see how
their specimen performs?

They want to see how I react,
is that it?

Don't you have a dream,

something you've always wanted
very badly?

Or do they do more
than just watch me?

Do they...

...feel with me too??

You can have whatever
dream you want.

I can become anything,

any woman you've ever imagined.

You can have anything you want
in the whole universe.

Let me...

...please you.

Yes, yes, you can please me.

You can tell me about them.

Is there any way I can keep them
from probing my mind

and from using my thoughts
against me?

Does that frighten you?

Does that mean there is a way?

You're a fool.

And since you're not real,

there's not much point in continuing
this conversation, is there?

All circuits engaged, Mr. Spock.

SPOCK: Standing by, Number One.

- Take cover.
SPOCK: Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

Increase to full power!

Can you give us any more?

Our circuits are beginning to heat.
We'll have to cease power.

Disengage!

The top of that knoll should've been
sheared off the first second.

Maybe it was.

It's what I tried to explain
in the briefing room.

Their power of illusion is so great,
we can't be sure of anything we do

or anything we see.

Perhaps if you asked me
some questions,

I could answer.

How far can they control my mind?

If I tell you, then will you pick
some dream you've had,

and let me live it with you?

Perhaps.

They can't actually make you do
anything you don't want to.

But they try to trick me
with their illusions.

And, uh, they can punish you
when you're not cooperative.

You'll find out about that.

Did they ever live
on the surface of this planet?

Why did they go underground?

War. Thousands of centuries ago.

That's why it's so barren up there?

The planet's only now becoming able
to support life again.

So the Talosians who came
underground found life limited here,

and they concentrated on developing
their mental power.

They found it's a trap,

like a narcotic.

Because when dreams become
more important than reality,

you give up travel, building, creating.

You even forget
how to repair the machines

left behind by your ancestors.

You just sit,
living and reliving other lives

left behind in the thought records.

Or sit probing the minds
of zoo specimens like me.

You're better than a theater to them.
They create an illusion for you,

they watch you react,
feel your emotions.

They have a whole collection
of specimens,

descendants of life
brought back long ago

from all over this part of the galaxy.

Which means they had to have
more than one of each animal.

- Please.
- They'll need a pair of humans too.

Where do they intend
to get the woman?

VINA: You said that if I answered
your questions--

PIKE: But that was a bargain
with something that didn't exist.

You said you weren't real,
remember?

I'm a woman...

...as real and as human as you are.

We're like Adam and Eve.

If we...

Don't! Please!

Don't punish me! I tried!

An Earth woman.

Then you were captured
as breeding stock?

Why?

Just to maintain a supply
of zoo specimens?

Much more, captain.

The vial contains
a nourishing protein complex.

Is the Keeper actually communicating
with one of his animals?

If the form and the color
is not appealing,

it can appear as any food
you wish to visualize.

- And if I prefer--?
- To starve?

You overlook the unpleasant
alternative of punishment.

From a fable you once heard
in childhood.

You will now consume
the nourishment.

Why not just put irresistible hunger
in my mind?

Because you can't, can you?

You do have limitations, don't you?

If you continue to disobey,

from deeper in your mind,

there are things
even more unpleasant.

That's very interesting.

Now to the female.

You were startled.
Weren't you reading my mind then?

As you've conjectured,

an Earth vessel did crash on our
planet, but with only a single survivor.

Now, let's stay on the first subject.

All I wanted for that moment was
to get my hands around your neck.

We repaired the survivor's injuries,

and found the species interesting.

Do primitive thoughts put up a block
you can't read through?

It became necessary
to attract a mate.

All right, all right,
let's talk about the girl.

You seem to be going out of your way
to make her attractive,

to make me feel protective.

This is necessary in order
to perpetuate the species.

It seems more important to you now
that I begin to accept her and like her.

We wish our specimens
to be happy in their new life.

Assuming that's a lie,

why would you want me
attracted to her?

So I'll feel love in
a husband-wife relationship?

That'd be necessary only if
you intend to build a family group,

or perhaps a whole
human community.

With the female
properly conditioned.

You mean properly punished!

I'm the one who's not cooperating.
Why don't you punish me?

First, an emotional protectiveness.

Now, one of sympathy.

Excellent.

VINA:
You want some coffee, dear?

I left the Thermos
hooked to my saddle.

Tango.

You old devil, you.

I'm sorry, I don't have any s--

Well, they think of everything,
don't they?

Is it good to be home?

They read our minds very well.

Home, anything else I want,

if I cooperate, is that it?

My, it turned out to be
a lovely day, didn't it?

You're home.
You can even stay, if you want.

But we're not here, neither of us.

- We're in a menagerie, a cage.
- No!

I can't help either one of us
if you won't give me a chance.

You told me once they
used illusions as a narcotic.

They couldn't even repair
the machines left by their ancestors.

Is that why they want us?

- To build a colony of slaves?
- Stop it!

Don't you care what they'll do to us?

Back in my cage, it seemed
for a couple of minutes

that our keeper
couldn't read my thoughts.

Do emotions like hate,
keeping hate in your mind,

does that block off our mind
from them?

Yes. They can't read through
primitive emotions.

But you can't keep it up
for long enough. I've tried.

They keep at you and at you,
year after year, tricking you, punishing.

And they won.

They own me.

I know you must hate me for that.

Oh, no, I don't hate you.

I can guess what it was like.

That's not enough.

Don't you see?

They read my thoughts, my feelings,

my dreams of what would be
the perfect man.

That's why they picked you.

I can't help but love you.

And they expect you
to feel the same way.

If they can read my mind,
then they know I'm attracted to you.

I was from the very first moment
I saw you in the survivor's camp.

You were like a wild little animal.

I'm beginning to see why none of this
has worked for you.

You've been home and fighting,
as on Rigel.

That's not new to you either.

A person's strongest dreams
are about what he can't do.

Yes, a ship's captain.

Always having to be so formal,

so decent and honest and proper.

You must wonder what it would be like
to forget all that.

Nice place you have here, Mr. Pike.

Vina?

That's Vina again?

As the green Orion slave girl?

MENDEZ: They're like animals.
Vicious, seductive.

They say no human male
can resist them.

KIRK:
Strange evidence from the past.

How the Talosians, planning to
breed a society of human slaves,

tempted Captain Pike with the
Earth woman they held in captivity.

And as she appeared
to him in many forms,

each more exciting than the last,

Pike was beginning to weaken.

Suppose you had all of space
to choose from,

and this was only one small sample.

Wouldn't you say it was worth
a man's soul?

Well, you all know the situation.

We're hoping to transport down
inside the Talosian community.

If our measurements and readings
are an illusion also,

one could find oneself materialized
inside solid rock.

Nothing will be said if any volunteer
wants to back out.

The women!

Captain.

Captain?

No! Let me finish!

But we were a party of six.
We were the only ones transported.

It's not fair. You don't need them.

They don't work.

They were fully charged
when we left.

It's dead. I can't make a signal.

- What is it?
- Don't say anything.

I'm filling my mind with a picture of
beating their misshapen heads to pulp,

thoughts so primitive
they black out everything else.

I'm filling my mind with hate.

How long can you block
your thoughts?

A few minutes? An hour?

- How can that help?
- Leave him alone.

He doesn't need you.
He's already picked me.

Picked her? For what?
I don't understand.

Now there's a fine choice
for intelligent offspring.

Offspring? As in children?

Offspring as in, he's Adam.
Is that it?

You're no better choice.

They'd have more luck
crossing him with a computer.

Well, shall we do
a little time-computation?

There was a Vina listed on that
expedition as an adult crewman.

Now, adding 18 years
to your age then...

[CHIMES RING]

It's not fair! I did what you asked.

MAGISTRATE: Since you resist
the present specimen,

you now have a selection.

I'll break out of this zoo somehow
and get to you.

Is your blood red like ours?
I'm gonna find out.

Each of the two new specimens
has qualities in her favor.

The female you call "Number One"
has the superior mind,

and would produce
highly intelligent children.

All I want to do is get
my hands on you.

Can you read these thoughts:

Images of hate, killing?

The other new arrival

has considered you unreachable,
but now is realizing this has changed.

The factors in her favor
are youth and strength,

plus unusually strong female drives.

You'll find my thoughts
more interesting.

Thoughts so primitive
you can't understand.

Emotions so ugly--

Wrong thinking is punishable.

Right thinking will be
as quickly rewarded.

You will find it
an effective combination.

- Captain--
- No, no, don't help me.

I have to concentrate.

They can't read through hate.

- Hold still or I'll--
- Don't hurt him.

They don't mean to be evil.

I've had some samples
of how good they are.

You stop this illusion
or I'll twist your head off.

All right.

Now, you try one more illusion,
you try anything at all,

and I'll break your neck.

Your ship.

Release me...

...or we'll destroy it.

He's not bluffing, captain.

With illusion, they can make your crew
work the wrong controls

or push any button it takes
to destroy your ship.

I'm gonna gamble you're too intelligent
to kill for no reason at all.

On the other hand, I've got a reason.

I'm willing to bet you've created
an illusion this laser is empty.

I think it just blasted a hole
in that window

and you're keeping us from seeing it.

You want me to test my theory
out on your head?

Captain!

It seems the Talosians
have deserted you.

Gentlemen, a moment, please.

Well, Mr. Spock?

- May I have your verdict?
- Signal you want them to wait.

Captain, please. It's your life now.
At least a chance for life.

You keep talking about life, Mr. Spock,
a chance for life.

How? As a prisoner?

Caged? A zoo specimen?

Living the illusions
that amuse his keepers?

No, captain. There's more to it.

Watch.

Guilty? Yes or no, captain.

Yes.

I must also vote "guilty as charged."

And you, captain?

Guilty...

...as charged.

Bridge to commander.

Mendez here.

Sir, we're entering
orbit, Talos IV.

Talos controls the vessel now, sir,
as they did 13 years ago.

You've asked me why.
You'll see the answer now.

Make contact, Number One.

They kept us from seeing this too.

We cut through and never knew it.

Captain.

As you see, your attempt to escape
accomplished nothing.

I want to contact our ship.

You are now on the surface,
where we wished you to be.

With the female of your choice,

you will now begin
carefully guided lives.

And start by burying you?

That is your choice.

To help you reclaim
the planet surface,

our zoological gardens will furnish
a variety of plant life.

Look, I'll make a deal with you.

You and your life for the lives
of these two Earth women.

You give me proof that our ship
is all right, send these two back,

and I'll stay with Vina.

It's wrong to create a whole race
of humans to live as slaves.

Is this a deception?

Do you intend to
destroy yourselves?

What is that?

The weapon is building up an overload,
a force chamber explosion.

You still have time
to get underground.

Well, go on!

Just to show you how primitive
humans are, Talosian...

...you go with her.

If... If you all think it's this important,

then I can't go either.

I suppose if they have
one human being, they might try again.

Wait.

MAN: Their method of storing records
is crude and consumed much time.

Are you prepared to assimilate it?

We had not believed this possible.

The customs and history of your race
show a unique hatred of captivity.

Even when it's pleasant
and benevolent,

you prefer death.

This makes you too violent and
dangerous a species for our needs.

He means that they can't use you.

You're free to go back to the ship.

And that's it.

No apologies.

You captured one of us,
threatened all of us.

Your unsuitability has condemned
the Talosian race to eventual death.

Is this not sufficient?

No other specimen has shown
your adaptability.

You were our last hope.

But wouldn't some form of trade,

mutual cooperation...?

Your race would learn our
power of illusion and destroy itself too.

Captain, we have
transporter control now.

Let's get back to the ship.

I can't.

I can't go with you.

Sir, it just came on.
We can't shut the power off.

- Mr. Spock here.
- MAN: All power's come on, Mr. Spock.

The helm is answering to control.

The captain.

You see why I can't go with you.

This is the female's
true appearance.

They found me
in the wreckage, dying,

a lump of flesh.

They rebuilt me. Everything works.

But they had never seen a human.

They had no guide
for putting me back together.

It was necessary to convince you
her desire to stay is an honest one.

You'll give her back
her illusion of beauty.

And more.

Mr. Spock, the system
is coming on again.

- What's happened to Vina?
- Isn't she coming with us?

No.

No, and I agreed with her reasons.

All decks prepare for hyperdrive.

NUMBER ONE:
All decks are ready, sir.

Engage.

Commodore, don't you think that...?

MAGISTRATE: What you now
seem to hear, Captain Kirk,

are my thought transmissions.

The commodore was never
aboard your vessel.

His presence there and
in the shuttlecraft was an illusion.

Mr. Spock had related to us
your strength of will.

It was thought the fiction
of a court-martial

would divert you from too soon
regaining control of your vessel.

Captain Pike is welcome to spend
the rest of his life with us,

unfettered by his physical body.

The decision is yours and his.

Mr. Spock,
even if regulations are explicit,

you could've come to me
and explained.

Ask you to face
the death penalty too?

One of us was enough, captain.

[TRANSMITTER SOUNDS]

Yes.

WOMAN:
Message from Starbase 11, sir:

"Received images from Talos IV.

In view of historic importance
of Captain Pike in space exploration,

General Order 7,
prohibiting contact Talos IV,

is suspended this occasion.

No action contemplated
against Spock.

Proceed as you think best."

Signed, Mendez, J. I.,
commodore, Starbase 11.

Chris...

...do you want to go there?

Mr. Spock...

...would you care to take Captain Pike
to the transporter room?

See him off.

Thank you, sir.

For both of us.

KIRK:
Mr. Spock, when you're finished,

please come back and see me.
I wanna talk to you.

This regrettable tendency
you've been showing lately

towards flagrant emotionalism...

I see no reason to insult me, sir.

I believe I've been completely logical
about the whole affair.

MAGISTRATE:
Captain Kirk.

Captain Pike has an illusion,

and you have reality.

May you find your way as pleasant.