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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 2821.5.

En route to Makus III
with a cargo of medical supplies.

Our course leads us
past Murasaki 312,

a quasar-like formation.
Vague, undefined,

a priceless opportunity
for scientific investigation.

On board is Galactic
High Commissioner Ferris,

overseeing the delivery
of the medicines to Makus III.

Captain to shuttlecraft Galileo.
Stand by, Mr. Spock.

[CLICKS OFF]

[BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

FERRIS: I remind you, captain,
I'm entirely opposed to this delay.

Your mission is to get
those emergency medical supplies

to Makus III in time for their transfer
to the New Paris colonies.

No problem, commissioner.

And may I remind you

that I have standing orders
to investigate all quasars

and quasar-like phenomena
wherever they may be encountered.

Besides...

...it's three days to Makus.

And the rendezvous
doesn't take place for five.

I don't like to take chances.

The plague is out of control
on New Paris.

We must get those
drugs there on time.

No problem.

Captain to Galileo.

All systems cleared for takeoff.

Power up. All instruments activated.
All readings normal.

- All go.
- Launch shuttlecraft.

[BEEPS]

Readings normal.

Acceleration normal.

Phase one separation normal.

Position?

3.7.

- Sir, I--
- Make up your mind, Mr. Latimer.

- Sir, this indicator's gone crazy.
- That's to be expected, Mr. Spock.

Quasars are extremely disruptive.

Just how much, we don't know.

Considerably, Mr. Boma.

Mr. Spock, radiation is increasing.

Stop forward momentum,
Mr. Latimer.

[BEEPING]

I can't, sir. Nothing happens.

Galileo to Enterprise.

Galileo to Enterprise.
Come in, please.

[STATIC]

Ionic interference, Mr. Spock.

We're being drawn right into it.

Galileo to Enterprise.
Galileo to Enterprise.

SPOCK:
We are out of control,

being pulled directly
into the heart of Murasaki 312.

Being hit by violent radiation
on outer hull.

Course 3.25.

- Anything at all?
- Nothing clear, captain.

Just a few words
about being pulled off course.

- Try and get a fix on the Galileo.
- Scanners are blank, captain.

We're getting a mass of readings
I've never seen before.

Nothing makes sense.

COMPUTER:
Negative ionic concentration,

1.64 times ten to the
ninth power meters.

Radiation wavelength,
370 angstroms.

Harmonics upward
along entire spectrum.

[CLICKS OFF]

FERRIS:
What is it, captain?

That thing out there has ionized
this complete sector.

None of our instruments work.

At least four complete solar systems
in the immediate vicinity,

and out there somewhere
a 24-foot shuttlecraft,

off course, out of control.

Finding a needle in a haystack
would be child's play.

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:
Captain's log, stardate 2821.7.

The electromagnetic phenomenon
known as Murasaki 312

whirls like some angry blight
in space,

a depressive reminder
that seven of our shipmates

still have not been heard from.

Equally bad, the effect has rendered

our normal searching
systems useless.

Without them, we are blind
and almost helpless.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I was opposed to this
from the very beginning.

Our flight to Makus III
is of the very highest priority.

I'm aware of that.

At the same time,
I have scientific duties

I must perform. Investigating
the Murasaki Effect is one of them.

Yes, but you've lost your crew.

We have two days to find them.

Two days?
In all that? Two days?

What would you have me do?
Turn around and leave them there?

FERRIS:
You shouldn't have sent them out.

Captain, there's one planet
in this solar system

capable of sustaining human life.

It's type-M, oxygen, nitrogen,
and it's listed as Taurus II.

UHURA:
It's unexplored.

As far as we can determine
with our equipment malfunction,

it's just about dead center
of the Murasaki Effect.

Thank you, lieutenant.

- Mr. Sulu.
- Yes, sir?

- Set course for Taurus II.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[FUSES BUZZING, CRACKLING]

[SIGHS]

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Scotty? Boma?
- Ah. Yeah.

Now, that's what I call a ride.

- Yeoman?
- Yeah.

Just got a little bump on the head.

[LAUGHS]

Up. Sit down.

[CHUCKLES]
Thank you.

- What happened?
- BOMA: I can't be sure.

But I'd say that the magnetic
potential of the effect was--

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

Was such that,
as we gathered speed,

it was multiplied geometrically.

And we were simply shot
into the center of the effect.

Well, like a projectile.

I'd say your evaluation
is reasonable, Mr. Boma.

What a mess.

Picturesque descriptions will not
mend broken circuits, Mr. Scott.

I think you'll find your work
is cut out for you.

Galileo to Enterprise.
Galileo to Enterprise. Come in, please.

You don't really expect
to get an answer, do you?

I expect nothing, Mr. Scott.

It is merely logical
to try all the alternatives.

Dr. McCoy, a reading
on the atmosphere, please.

[BEEPING]

Partial pressure of oxygen,
70 millimeters of mercury.

Nitrogen, 140.

Breathable, if you're not running
in competition.

Just the, uh, facts, doctor.

Traces of argon, neon, krypton,
all in acceptable quantities.

However, I wouldn't recommend
this place as a summer resort.

Thank you for your opinion.
It will be duly noted.

- You're recording this, yeoman?
- Of course, Mr. Spock.

All right. Mr. Scott, if you'll make
a survey of damage, please.

- SCOTTY: Logical.
- Gentlemen,

I think we should move outside. Make
room for Mr. Scott to do his work.

Mr. Latimer, Mr. Gaetano,
you'll arm yourselves,

scout out the area, keeping in
visual contact with the ship.

LATIMER:
Aye, aye, sir.

What do you think our chances are
of contacting the Enterprise?

Under present conditions,
extremely poor.

But they'll be looking for us.

If the ionization effect is as
widespread as I believe it is, doctor,

they'll be searching for us
without instrumentation.

By visual contact only.

On those terms,
this is a very large planet.

Then you don't think they'll find us?

Not as long as we're grounded.

We may be here
for a very long time, doctor.

Nothing, captain.

- Mr. Sulu.
- Yes, captain?

Anything on your scanners?

Totally inoperative, sir.
No readings.

Have you tried tying
into the auxiliary power?

Yes, sir. No change.

[CLICKS ON]
Transporter Room.

This is the captain speaking.

Are the transporters
beaming up yet?

MAN:
Not 100 percent, captain.

We beamed down
some inert material,

but it came back
in a dissociated condition.

We wouldn't dare try it
with people.

Thank you.

[CLICKS OFF]

This is the captain speaking.

Flight deck, prepare Columbus
for immediate exit

for search of the planet's surface.

Correlate coordinates
with Mr. Sulu. Thank you.

Anything, Uhura?

All wavelengths dominated
by ionization effect, sir.

Transmission is blocked,
reception impossible.

Well, captain...

We have until 2823.8 to continue
the search, commissioner.

You don't really think you'll have
any luck, do you?

These people are my friends
and my shipmates.

I intend to continue
this ship's search for them

until the last possible moment.

Very well, captain.

But not one second
beyond that moment.

Is that clear?

If it isn't, I suggest you look at
book 19, section 433, paragraph 12--

I'm familiar with the regulations,
commissioner.

I know all about your authority.

Launch shuttlecraft Columbus.

[DEVICE HUMMING]

Well, I can't say much
for the circumstances,

but at least it's your big chance.

My big chance?
For what, doctor?

Command.

Oh.

Oh, I know you, Mr. Spock.

You've never voiced it,
but you've always thought that logic

was the best basis on which
to build command. Am I right?

I am a logical man, doctor.

Well, it'll take more than logic
to get us out of this.

Perhaps, doctor, but I know
of no better way to begin.

I realize that command does have
its fascinations,

even under circumstances
such as these.

But I neither enjoy the idea
of command,

[BLOWS]

Nor am I frightened of it.

It simply exists.

And I will do whatever
logically needs to be done.

Excuse me.

[MACHINE HUMMING]

- Very bad, Mr. Spock.
- In what way?

We've lost a great deal of fuel.

We have no chance at all
to reach escape velocity.

And if we ever hope to make orbit,
we'll have to lighten our load

by at least 500 pounds.

Hmm.

The weight of three grown men.

SCOTTY:
Ah. You could put it that way.

Or the equivalent weight
in equipment.

Dr. McCoy, with very few exceptions,
we'll use virtually every piece

of equipment aboard this craft
in attaining orbit.

There is very little excess weight,
except among the passengers.

You mean three of us
must stay behind.

Unless the situation
changes radically, yes.

And who is to choose?

As commanding officer,
the choice will be mine.

You wouldn't be interested
in drawing lots?

A very quaint idea, Mr. Boma,
but I do believe I'm better qualified

to make the selection
than any random drawing of lots.

All right, Mr. Spock, who?

My choice will be a logical one,

arrived at through logical means.

Mr. Spock, life and death
are seldom logical.

But attaining a desired goal
always is, doctor.

Now, gentlemen,
I suggest we move outside

to make a further
examination of the hull

in the event we've overlooked
any minor damage.

If any minor damage
was overlooked,

it was when they
put his head together.

Not his head, Mr. Boma.

His heart.

His heart.

[OBJECTS SCRAPING]

What is it?

I don't know. It's from up there.

No, it's from back there.

It's everywhere. It's all around us.

Let's get out of here.

[SCRAPING GROWS LOUDER]

[THUD, SCREAMS]

Come on, Boma.

[SMALL EXPLOSION]

[GROWLING]

What was it?

Something huge, terrible.

Up there. I think I hit it.

Did you see what it was?

Vaguely. It was like a giant ape.

Poor Latimer.

Well, at least it was quick for him.

We'll get off all right.

- Nothing there.
- I tell you, there was.

- I don't doubt your word.
- There must be something.

I swear I hit it.

- Folsom point.
- Sir?

This. A remarkable resemblance
to the Folsom point,

discovered 1925,
Old World calendar.

New Mexico, North America.

A bit more crude about the shaft,
I believe.

Not very efficient.

"Not very efficient."
Is that all you have to say?

Am I in error, Mr. Boma?

You, err? Impossible.

Then what, Mr. Boma?

There's a man lying there dead,

and you talk about stone spears.

What about Latimer?

[SIGHS]

My concern for the dead will not
bring him back to life, Mr. Boma.

Mr. Spock,

in the interest of efficiency,

I don't think we should
leave his body here.

Bringing him back to the ship should
not interfere with our repair efforts.

- If you need assistance, I'll--
- We'll do it.

Give me a hand
with Latimer, will you.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 2822.3.

We continue to search,

but I find it more difficult
each moment

to ward off a sense of utter futility

and great loss.

Captain, the Columbus has returned

from searching quadrant 779-X
by 534-M. Results negative.

Have them proceed
to the next quadrant.

Any word from Engineering
on our sensors?

They're working on them, sir.
Still inoperable.

What about the transporters?

- They're still reported unsafe.
- Thank you, lieutenant.

- Captain.
- Yes, commissioner?

I don't relish the thought of
abandoning your crewmen out there.

- However, I must remind you--
- I haven't forgotten, commissioner.

You're running out of time.

I haven't forgotten that,
commissioner.

This is the captain. Try using
overload power on the transporters.

- We've got to get them working.
- MAN: Aye, captain.

[CLICKS OFF]

Uhura, order the Columbus
to open its course two degrees

on every lap from now on.

But, captain, two degrees
means you'll be overlooking

more than a dozen terrestrial miles
on each search loop.

It also means we have
a fighting chance

to cover the majority
of the planet's surface.

Mind your helm, Mr. Sulu.

Yes, sir.

Twenty-four more hours, captain.

Perhaps if you were to channel
the second auxiliary tank

through the primary intake valve.

It's too delicate. It may not be able
to take the pressure as it is.

This should save us
at least 50 pounds, Mr. Spock.

Excellent, doctor.

We should be able to scrape up
another 100 pounds.

Which would still leave us
at least 150 pounds overweight.

I can't believe you're serious
about leaving someone behind.

Whatever it is
out there that we--

It is more rational to sacrifice
one life than six, doctor.

I'm not talking about rationality.

You might be wise to start.

- Mr. Spock, we're ready.
- For what?

The services for Latimer.

Mr. Boma, we're working
against time.

The man's dead.
He deserves a decent burial.

You're the captain. A few words.

Doctor, perhaps you know the correct
words for such an occasion.

Mr. Spock, that's your place.

My place is here,
if you please, doctor.

Now, look. We may all die here.

At least let us die like men,
not machines.

By dealing with first things first,

I hope to increase our chances
of staying alive.

[TOOL PLACED ON THE FLOOR]

Well, Mr. Scott?

If you'll give me a hand
with this conduit...

[HISSING]

The pressure's dropping.

- We're losing everything.
- What happened?

One of the lines gave.

The strain of coming
through the atmosphere

and the added load
when we tried to bypass.

Yeah, that's done it.

We have no fuel.

Well, it would seem to solve the
problem of who to leave behind.

Hmm.

Consider the alternatives, Mr. Scott.

We have no fuel. What alternatives?

[DOOR OPENS]

Mr. Scott,
there are always alternatives.

McCOY:
Mr. Spock.

Something's happening outside.

[OBJECTS SCRAPING]

What do those super-sensitive ears
make of that, Mr. Spock?

Wood,

rubbing on some kind of leather.

They're getting ready. They'll attack.

Not necessarily.

It could be a simple tribal rite,
assuming a tribal culture.

Not a tribal culture.
Their artifacts are too primitive.

More likely a loose association
of some sort.

- If we knew more about them--
- We know enough.

If they're tribal, they'll have a sense
of unity, and we can use that.

- How, Mr. Boma?
- By hitting them hard.

Give them a bloody nose. Make them
think twice about attacking us.

Yes, I agree.

If we stand by and do nothing,

we're giving them an invitation
to come down and slaughter us.

Hmm. I'm frequently appalled
by the low regard

you earthmen have for life.

Well, we're practical about it.

Now, I say we hit them
before they hit us.

- Mr. Boma?
- Absolutely.

- Dr. McCoy?
- Seems logical to me.

It does indeed.

It seems logical to me also.

But to take life
indiscriminately...

The majority--

I'm not interested In the opinion
of the majority, Mr. Gaetano.

The components must be weighed.

Our dangers to ourselves as well
as our duties to other life forms.

Friendly or not.

[SCRAPING CONTINUES]

[SIGHS]

- There's a third course.
- That could get us killed.

- I think not. Dr. McCoy.
- Yes?

You and Yeoman return to the ship.
Assist Mr. Scott in any way possible.

- We'll be back shortly.
- Right.

Gentlemen,

you'll follow my orders to the letter,

firing only when so instructed
and at my designated targets.

- Now you're talking.
- We'll fire to frighten, Mr. Gaetano.

Not to kill.

Oh, for the--

- You saw what they did to Latimer.
- I am in command, Mr. Gaetano.

The orders and the responsibility
will be mine.

Follow me.

[LOUDER SCRAPING]

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING, RUMBLING]

The mists, I...

- I can't see them.
- I hear them.

They're directly ahead of us.

Several, I believe.

You direct your phasers
to 2 o'clock and to 10 o'clock.

- I say we hit them dead on.
- Yes, I know.

But fortunately
I'm giving the orders.

Take aim, please, and fire
when I give the signal.

Fire.

Cease fire.

They should think twice
before bothering us again.

- I still say we should've killed them.
- It was not necessary.

Fear will do for us
what needs to be done.

Mr. Boma, return with me
to the Galileo.

Mr. Gaetano, you remain
on guard here.

Keep in contact with the ship.

[LOW GROWLING, SCRAPING]

YEOMAN: Did you find them?

Yes, we found them,
and they won't bother us again.

I hope not. Scotty has an idea.

It's dangerous, but it might work.

Go, Mr. Scott.

I can adjust the main reactor

to function with a
substitute fuel supply.

That's all very well, but we don't have
a substitute supply.

Aye, we do. Our phasers.

I can adapt them
and use their energy.

It'll take time, but it's possible.

Trouble is, they happen to be
our only defense.

They would also seem to be
our only hope.

Aye.

Yeoman, your phaser.

What if the creatures
attack again?

They won't attack
for at least several hours.

By then, with luck, we'll be gone.

If I can get a full load, we should
be able to achieve orbit with all hands.

Not that we can maintain it long.

We don't have to maintain it
very long, Mr. Scott.

In less than 24 hours, the Enterprise
will be forced to abandon its search

in order to make a rendezvous.

If we can't maintain orbit
after that time,

it won't make any difference.

If we burn up in a decaying orbit
or die here on the planet's surface,

we shall surely die.

Doctor, your phaser.

- Go to work, Mr. Scott.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[PULSATING]

[HUMMING]

They came back all right, sir.

In my opinion, the transporters
are safe for human transport.

Good.

This is the captain.

Landing parties one, two and three,
report to Transporter Room

for immediate beaming-down
to surface of the planet.

Ordnance condition 1-A.

Captain, it's a big planet.

It'll be sheer luck if our
landing parties find anything.

I'm depending on luck.

It's almost the only tool we have
that'll work now.

[GROWLING]

[SCRAPING]

[GRUNTS]

[GROWLING]

Take this back to Mr. Scott
for conversion, please, doctor.

Nobody knows what's happened
to Gaetano,

and you hand over his phaser
like nothing's happened at all.

And give this to Mr. Scott
in the event I don't return.

And just where are you going?

I have a certain scientific curiosity

about what's become
of Mr. Gaetano.

Return to the ship, please.

I don't know.

He'll risk his neck locating Gaetano.

Then, if he finds him,
he's just as liable

to order him to stay behind.

You tell me.

Do you really think the ship
will ever leave?

Well, it won't unless we get
these phasers back.

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

[PULSATING]

Well, Mr. Spock, they didn't
stay frightened very long, did they?

A most illogical reaction.

When we demonstrated our superior
weapons, they should have fled.

You mean they should've
respected us?

Of course.

Mr. Spock, respect
is a rational process.

Did it ever occur to you they might
react emotionally, with anger?

Doctor, I'm not responsible
for their unpredictability.

They were perfectly predictable,

to anyone with feeling.

You might as well admit it,
Mr. Spock.

Your precious logic
brought them down on us.

Why haven't they done anything?

They're studying us, for the moment.

Another prediction, Mr. Spock?

My opinion, Mr. Boma.

[GROWLING, CRASH]

[GROWLING]

Seal the windows!

Studying us, Mr. Spock?
They seem to learn rather quickly.

[CRASHING]

All right, Spock, you have
all the answers. What now?

Mr. Boma, your tone
is increasingly hostile.

My tone isn't the only thing
that's hostile, Mr. Spock.

Curious. Most illogical.

And I'm sick and tired of your logic.

We could use a little inspiration.

Strange.

Step by step, I've made the correct
and logical decisions.

And yet two men have died.

You've brought our furry friends
down on us.

Yes, I do seem to have
miscalculated regarding them

and inculcated resentment
on your parts.

The sum of the parts
cannot be greater than the whole.

A little less analysis and more action.
That's what we need, Mr. Spock.

- How much longer, Mr. Scott?
- Another hour, maybe two.

That won't be long enough.

Doctor, a phaser
can only drain so fast.

[GROWLING]

How long do you think those plates
will hold out under this?

We've gotta do something.

You've got your hands full.

[GROWLING, CRASH]

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 2823.1.

Our landing parties are
on the surface of Taurus II,

and we continue to hope.

Instruments are only slowly returning
to an operable condition

as the ion storm slowly disperses.

On the ship,
we can only wait helplessly.

[DOOR OPENS]

What word from the Sensor Section?

Last report, they were
getting readings--

I'm not interested in the last report.
I wanna know now.

- Yes, sir.
- You have two hours and 43 minutes.

I'm perfectly aware of
how much time I have left.

I am delighted. However,
I shall continue to remind you.

You do that.

Sir, Sensor Section reporting.

Static interference still
creating false images.

Estimates 80 percent undependable.

- What about radio communication?
- Clearing slowly.

Still incapable of transmission
or reception.

What do you intend to do?

Do? I intend to continue the search,
foot by foot, inch by inch,

by candlelight if necessary,

until the last possible moment.

And if you'd keep your nose
off my bridge, I'd be thankful.

I'm sure the authorities will be
pleased by your diligence, captain.

I'm not sure they'll appreciate the
way you address a high commissioner.

I'm in command here, Mr. Ferris.

You are, captain.

For another two hours
and 42 minutes.

[PULSATING, CRASHING]

Mr. Scott, how much power
do we have left in the ship's batteries?

They're in good shape,

but they won't lift us off,
if that's what you're getting at.

Will they electrify the
exterior of this ship?

- That they will, Mr. Spock.
- Go.

Get to the center of the ship.
Don't touch the plates.

Be sure you're insulated.

Stand by. Are you ready, Scott?

- Ready, Mr. Spock.
- All right, go.

[GROWLING]

Again.

Again.

I daren't use any more,
not and be sure of ignition.

I believe we've used enough,
Mr. Scott.

I suggest you continue
draining the phasers.

- It must have worked.
- For the moment.

For the moment?

The moment they discover they're
not seriously hurt, they'll be back.

Meanwhile, please check
the aft compartment.

See if there's anything else
you can unload to lighten the ship.

Mr. Gaetano's
body is back there.

It will, of course,
have to be left behind.

- Not without a burial.
- I wouldn't recommend it.

The creatures won't be far away.

BOMA:
Not without a burial, Mr. Spock.

SPOCK: It would expose members
of this crew to unnecessary peril.

I'll take that chance.

You see, Mr. Spock,

I would insist upon a decent burial,
even if your body was back there.

Mr. Boma.

Well, I'm sick and tired
of this machine.

That's enough.

Gentlemen.

All right, Mr. Boma,
you'll have your burial.

Provided the creatures will permit it.

Captain Kirk, landing party number two
is being beamed back aboard ship.

They have casualties.
One dead, two injured.

Put Lieutenant Kelowitz on visual.

Kelowitz, captain.

Your report.

We were attacked, captain.

Huge, furry creatures.

I checked with Astral Anthropology

and they're order 480-G, anthropoid,

similar to life forms
discovered on Hansen's Planet,

but much larger.
Ten, 12 feet in height.

Your casualties?

Well, Ensign O'Neill
got a spear through the body

before we even knew
they were around.

Lieutenant Immamura
has a dislocated shoulder

and severe lacerations,
but he'll make it all right.

Captain, the creatures
are all over the place.

If the Galileo is down
on that planet, I--

Thank you, lieutenant.

You better report
to Sickbay yourself.

Aye, captain.

[CLICKS OFF]

Captain Kirk,

if you check your chronometer,
you'll see it is 2823.8.

- Your time is up.
- But they're still out there.

So are the plague victims
on New Paris.

I'm sorry, captain. I now assume
authority granted me under title 15,

galactic emergency procedures.

And I order you to abandon search.

The Columbus hasn't returned yet.

I still have two search parties out.

You're procrastinating, captain.
You have your orders.

Recall your search parties and
proceed to Makus III immediately.

MAN: Five here, can you confirm?
Gravity's down to...

- Lieutenant.
- UHURA: Yes, sir?

Order the Transporter Room
to immediately beam up

the two search parties
from the surface.

Attempt to contact the Columbus.

I'm in partial contact
with them now, sir.

Then have them return immediately.
Mr. Sulu?

Prepare to abandon search.

Set course for Makus III.

KIRK:
Captain's log, supplement.

The search parties
have returned to the ship

and the Columbus
is on its way back.

I have been compelled
to abandon the search.

Captain, Sensor Section says
the beams are working again.

- What about the other systems?
- No, sir. Too much interference.

Captain, course set for Makus III.

Stand ready, Mr. Sulu.

How long before the Columbus
comes on board?

Twenty-three minutes, sir.

Twenty-three minutes.

[SIGHS]

Enterprise, this is Galileo.
Come in, please. Enterprise.

Nothing, sir. Just ionic interference.

That's it.

How about weight?

If we shed every ounce,
we might be able to achieve orbit.

And how long can we hold it?

A few hours, no longer.

But if we time it right,
we can cut out of orbit

and save enough fuel
for a controlled re-entry.

To land here again?
Not a very attractive possibility.

We have very few alternatives,
Mr. Spock.

Dr. McCoy, Mr. Boma.

When can we lift off, Scott?

Maybe eight minutes,
if the weight's right.

Gentlemen, ship will lift off
in exactly ten minutes.

You have that long
to bury Mr. Gaetano.

Now, it appears to be clear outside,
at least for the moment.

I'll assist you. Hurry.

The Columbus is aboard, sir.
The flight hatch is closed.

Transporter Room reports
last of the landing parties

have beamed safely up.

All systems report
secured for warp factors.

Mr. Sulu, proceed on course
for Makus III,

at space-normal speed.

- Space-normal, sir?
- Those are my orders.

Lieutenant Uhura,
order all Sensor Sections

to direct beams aft, full function,

continuous operation,
until further orders.

Yes, sir.

Get on the ship! Immediate liftoff!

[SCRAPING]

[SPOCK SCREAMS, GRUNTS]

SPOCK:
No, go back! Lift off!

Go back! No!

[SCRAPING CONTINUES]

All right. All right. Go, go, go!

Go!

- Go, Scott.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[RUMBLING]

I told you to lift off.

Don't be a fool, Mr. Spock.
We couldn't leave you out there.

Get us off, Scott.

We should be
moving, but we're not.

Quite right, Mr. Scott.
They seem to be holding us down.

All systems are go,
but we're not moving.

- What are you doing?
- Our boosters.

- We'll never be able to hold orbit.
- Would you rather stay here?

Go, Mr. Spock.

- We're moving!
- They let go!

McCOY:
Or fell off.

I remind you, we have yet
to achieve orbit,

nor can we maintain it long.

An hour from now, we may be
right back where we started from.

[RUMBLING CONTINUES]

Gentlemen, by coming after me,
you may well have destroyed

what slim chance you had
for your survival.

The logical thing for you to have done
was to have left me behind.

Mr. Spock, remind me to tell you
that I'm sick and tired of your logic.

That is a most illogical attitude.

Orbit in one minute, Mr. Scott.

- Fuel status?
- Fifteen pounds psi.

Approximately enough
for one orbit, sir.

After that?

Tapping our boosters ended
our last chance for a soft landing.

You mean a burn-up?

That is the usual end
of a decaying orbit.

I don't wanna die up here.

Infinitely preferable to the kind
of death we'd be granted

on the planet's surface,
I should think.

I admire your ability to make
so measured a choice.

Mr. Spock, you said a while ago
that there were always alternatives.

Did I?

I may have been mistaken.

Well, at least I lived
long enough to hear that.

Is there anything we can do?

The Enterprise is surely on course
for Makus III by now.

I for one do not believe in angels.

Well, Mr. Spock,
so ends your first command.

Yes.

My first command.

Orbit attitude, Mr. Spock.

With our present fuel,
that gives us about 45 minutes.

[CLICKS RADIO ON]

Galileo to Enterprise.

SPOCK: Galileo to Enterprise.
Come in, please.

Galileo to Enterprise.
Come in, please.

Mr. Spock.

[RUMBLING]

- What happened?
- He jettisoned the fuel and ignited it.

We need that fuel to maintain orbit.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Perhaps, Mr. Boma.

How long have we got now, Scotty?

Well, the orbit will start decaying
as soon as the fuel is exhausted.

Say, six minutes.

WOMAN:
A-G Section acknowledging.

MAN:
A-G Section is stabilizing.

Atmosphere and gravity
are stabilizing.

WOMAN: All decks to the captain,
condition three.

MAN: Forward scanner to Bridge.
Status report. Section on alert.

Captain, something there
on the screen, at Taurus II.

Sensors. A meteorite?

No, it's holding a lateral line.

SULU:
There it is again.

Holding steady, captain.

A hundred and eighty degrees
about, Mr. Sulu.

Lieutenant Uhura,
contact Transporter Room.

All beams ready. Full normal speed.

A distress signal?

Oh. That's like sending up a flare.

Mr. Spock, that was a good gamble.
Perhaps it was worth it.

No one out there to see it.

Orbit decaying, Mr. Spock.

Ten seconds to atmosphere.

It may be the last action
you'll ever take, Mr. Spock.

But it was all human.

Totally illogical.

There was no chance.

That's exactly what I mean.

[CRACKLING, BANGING]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

It's getting hot.

[COUGHS]

UHURA:
Transporters locked in, sir.

Activate beams.

[COUGHING]

[HUMMING]

Whatever it was, captain,

it just burned up in the atmosphere.

[BEEPING]

Captain, Transporter Room
just beamed up five persons.

Alive and well.

Mr. Sulu,

proceed on course to Makus III.

- Ahead warp factor 1.
- SULU: Aye, aye, sir.

[BUTTONS CLICKING]

SULU:
Warp factor 1.

[BEEPING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

- Uh, Mr. Spock.
- Captain.

There's really something
I don't understand about all this,

and maybe you can explain it to me,
logically, of course.

When you jettisoned the fuel
and you ignited it,

you knew that there was virtually
no chance of it being seen,

and yet you did it anyhow.
Now, that would seem to me

- to be an act of desperation.
- Quite correct, captain.

Now, we all know, and I'm sure
the doctor will agree with me,

that desperation is
a highly emotional state of mind.

How does your well-known logic
explain that?

Quite simply, captain.

I examined the problem
from all angles,

and it was plainly hopeless.

Logic informed me
that under the circumstances,

the only possible action
would have to be one of desperation.

Logical decision, logically arrived at.

Uh-huh-huh-huh.

I see. You mean
you reasoned that it was time

for an emotional outburst.

Well, I wouldn't put it in exactly
those terms, captain,

but those are essentially the facts.

You're not going to admit
that for the first time in your life,

you committed a purely human,
emotional act?

No, sir.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

[KIRK LAUGHS]

Mr. Spock, you're a stubborn man.

Yes, sir.

[ALL LAUGHING]