All language subtitles for 8 vfrew

Earth-style distress signal.
SOS.

FARRELL: I've answered it on all
frequencies, sir. They don't reply.

Not a vessel, a ground source.

The third planet in this solar system,
according to my instruments.

[BEEPING]

FARRELL: Directly ahead.
Definitely an Earth-style signal.

We're hundreds of light-years
from Earth, Mr. Spock.

No colonies or vessels out this far.

[DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE]

Measuring the planet now, captain.
Spheroid-shaped.

Circumference, 24,874 miles.

Mass, 6 times
10-to-the-21st-power tons.

Mean density, 5.517.

Atmosphere...

...oxygen-nitrogen.

Earth.

KIRK:
Not the Earth. Another Earth.

Another Earth.

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 2713.5.

In the distant reaches of our galaxy,

we have made
an astonishing discovery:

Earth-type radio signals
coming from a planet

which apparently
is an exact duplicate of the Earth.

It seems impossible,
but there it is.

- Hold us in a fixed orbit, Mr. Spock.
- SPOCK: Affirmative, captain.

- Still no response, communications?
- None, captain.

We'll beam down. Alert security.

Prepare to transport landing party
to surface.

We'll land in the vicinity of the
distress signal now being received.

[WIND WHISTLING]

Identical.

Earth, as it was
in the early 1900s.

More the mid-1900s, I would say,
captain, approximately 1960.

But where is everybody?

Readings indicate that natural
deterioration has been taking place

on this planet for at least
several centuries.

- You mean there's no one alive?
- Not conclusive, yeoman.

The evidence would suggest
that the distress signal is automated.

You know, this is marvelous.

The most horrible conglomeration
of antique architecture I've ever seen.

Mr. Spock.

[BELL RINGS]

[WHEEL SQUEAKS]

MAN:
Mine!

It's mine!

It's mine! It's mine!

Mine! Mine! It's mine!

[MAN GRUNTING]

It's broke.

Somebody broke it.

Fix.

[MAN SNIFFLES]

Somebody, please fix.

[SOBS]

Of course somebody will fix it.

Definitely humanoid,
in spite of the distortion.

But with the mind of a child.

[MAN GASPING]

- Bones, what is it?
- A seizure of some type.

- We wanna help you.
- Liar!

Fibber, fibber.

Fibber, fibber!

Fibber! Fibber! Fibber! Fibber!

Fibber! Fibber!

It's dead.

- It's incredible.
- What is?

Its metabolic rate.

It's impossibly high,
as if it's burning itself up.

Almost as if it aged a century
in just the past few minutes.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Come on!

[DOOR CREAKS]

- How old is this thing?
- About 300 years.

[CLATTERING]

[MUFFLED MOAN]

Come out.

We mean you no harm.

Don't hurt me, please.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

No, please, don't.
I didn't do anything.

- I won't hurt you.
- No, please, don't.

- KIRK: I only wanna talk to you.
- No, don't, don't hurt--

- Come on.
- MIRI: No. Don't, please.

- I won't hurt you. Come on.
- MIRI: Don't hurt me.

- Don't--
- It's all right.

- MIRI: No--
- Come here.

We won't hurt you, sweetheart.
We're your friends. No. Shh.

Take the guards,
have a look outside.

Radioactive readings, chemical
pollutions, any further sign of life.

Right, captain.

I wonder what happened to her
that she should be so terrified of us.

[WHIRRING]

But I remember the things
you "grups" did.

Burning and yelling, hurting people.

We didn't do anything like that.

You're not going to hurt?

No, of course not.

We're here to help.

Grups don't help.

But we will.

What happened here?

Where is everybody?

You know.

No, I don't.

Won't you tell me?

You got a "foolie," is that it?
And you want me to play, but I can't.

I don't know the rules.
I've got to know the rules.

Foolie?

A game, you know.

You can't play a game without rules.

Even grups ought to know that.

What are grups?

You are.

They were when "onlies" get old.

Grown-ups.

You said something
about the grups doing bad things.

Yelling, hurting, burning.

That was when they started
to get sick in the before time.

We hid, then they were gone.

Am I doing all right?

You're doing fine.

You said the grups got sick.

Is that why there aren't
any of them around?

Yes. They died.

But that was after the awful things.

A plague, captain.
That could explain a lot of it.

But what about the children,
the onlies?

Didn't the awful things affect them?

Of course not.
We're here, aren't we?

- More of you? How many?
- All there are.

What's your name?

Miri.

Miri.

Pretty name...

...for a pretty young woman.

Pretty?

Very pretty.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[CLATTERING]

Guards!

Cover me.

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.

[CHILDREN CHANTING]

Children, captain. Lots of them.

We couldn't begin to get close to them.
They just seemed to scurry away.

Like animals, only children.

Mir said all the adults died.

That creature which attacked us
was certainly no child.

Perhaps it died of the disease
the girl's talking about.

There must be records somewhere.

And answers
to some of our questions.

Miri?

Do you know any buildings
where the doctors used to work?

Yes, I know that.
Them and their pills and things.

- Will you take me there?
- That's a bad place.

It's important.

- Please.
- All right.

Do you have a name too?

- Yes. It's Jim.
- I like that name.

Good.

I like yours too.

I like you.

Do you really?

I wouldn't lie to you.

I wouldn't lie to you either, Jim.

I remember the grups,
but you're nice. You're different.

Why, thank you.

It's already starting.
I knew it would.

Just like it did with the grups.

It'll spread all over you. You'll yell,
you'll try to hurt everybody,

and then you'll die.

I knew it would,
I knew it would.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 2713.6.

The building Miri led us to
also housed

an automatic transmission station,

which sent out the signals
that drew us to this planet.

We also discovered something else:

That the blue splotches characteristic
of the unknown disease

had appeared on each of us,
with the exception of Mr. Spock.

There was a well-equipped
laboratory in the building.

Dr. McCoy took tissue samples
of each of us

in an attempt to isolate
the organism responsible.

A veritable zoo of bacteria.

Beam down a bio-computer
and a portable electronic microscope.

If I'm gonna be dealing
with viruses,

I'm gonna need better equipment
than I have here.

- Yes, doctor. Captain Kirk?
- Yes, lieutenant?

I've got volunteers standing by
ready to help you, sir.

Under no circumstances do I want
anyone to beam down from the ship.

We can't take any chances
with further contamination.

But, captain, if
you become too ill--

My orders still
stand, lieutenant.

You can help by clearing the computer
banks and standing by. Kirk out.

- Bones.
- Hm?

Why do you think the symptoms
haven't appeared on Mr. Spock?

McCOY:
I don't know.

Probably the little bugs,
or whatever they are,

have no appetite for green blood.

Hm.

Being a red-blooded human
obviously has its disadvantages.

Now, there you have
a museum piece, doctor.

Lens-type, manually operated,
light-activated--

Spare me the analysis,
Mr. Spock, please?

It's enough that it works.

It spreads real fast, I know.

When you're old,
it covers you like anything.

"Intermediate experimentation
report project on life...

...prolongation."

"Progress report, genetics section.
Life prolongation project."

So that's what it was.

Life prolongation.

Didn't have much luck, did they?

KIRK:
Captain's log.

Dr. McCoy's bio-computer
and a portable electronic microscope

have been beamed down
from the Enterprise.

They will be used in conjunction
with computer banks on board ship.

Tubular, with extreme multiplicability.

Appear to have affinity for nucleic
acids. Give me what you have.

- This was 300 years ago, captain.
- All the adults are dead.

Only the children are left alive.

SPOCK:
But children become adults.

At least they have up to now.

Doctor...

...there are certain glandular changes
which take place

upon entering puberty,
are there not?

Of course. It changes
the entire body system.

You know that.

Of course you know that. Why?

Is it not possible
that these children here,

as they enter puberty,
contract the disease?

That would explain
why there are no adults.

Glandular, post-pubescent.
It could be.

It's illogical. It does not follow.

All the adults on this planet
died 300 years ago...

...but there are children
in the streets.

Who die when they enter
adolescence.

But how do they keep
their line going?

One thing, captain.

If she were a wild animal
ever since she's been a little girl,

how do you explain that
she wants to stay with us?

Loneliness? I don't know. Curiosity?

I think children have
an instinctive need for adults.

They want to be told
right and wrong.

There may be other emotions
at work in this case, captain.

McCOY:
She likes you, Jim.

She's becoming a woman.

Mr. Spock.

[BEEPING]

Spock here.

Here are those
figures you asked for.

Twelve to the tenth power.

Metabolic rate, 72 percent.

Production of nucleic acids
reduced to 33 percent of normal.

Conventional chronological
progression, 100 by 3.6.

Acknowledged, lieutenant.

I have their calculations now.

Try again. See if you can find
anything outside.

Hey.

Clean up that desk for me, will you?

- All right, Jim.
- Thank you.

According to their
life prolongation plan,

what they thought
they were accomplishing,

a person would age only one month
for every 100 years of real time.

One hundred years,
and only one month?

Exactly, yeoman.

Evidently, through
some miscalculation,

this virus annihilated
the entire adult population

in a very short period,
leaving only the children.

But that means these children...

Could very well be immensely old.

That would certainly
answer the question

of what happened to their parents.

- Answers it very well.
- Children who never age.

Eternal childhood filled with play,
no responsibilities.

It's almost like a dream.

I wouldn't examine that dream
too closely, yeoman.

It might not turn out
to be very pretty.

A few days ago, or a week ago,
that creature that attacked us

could have been just like Miri.

A child entering puberty
on this planet

means a death sentence.

Do you suppose she knows?

I don't think so.

Well, if they're as old
as Spock claims,

they must have some idea
of what's happening.

There's no adult interpretation.

I think we're dealing with children.
Immensely old, perhaps,

but nonetheless children.

I've gotta do something
about the others.

Difficult, if we can't even
get a glimpse of them.

You couldn't get close
to the other kids?

Impossible.
They know the area too well.

Like mice.

I'm gonna try.

Miri.

Come here.

You wanna go
some place with me?

Sure.

That little girl--

Is at least 300 years older
than you are, yeoman.

Think about it.

But Miri is with them. Why? Why?

- What you gonna do, Jahn?
- I don't-- I don't know.

I know what we've gotta do.

There's more of them
than we see. Somewhere.

Up in the sky, maybe. Somewhere.

They talk to each other all the time.

You know grups.
You know what they do.

The hurting, the killing...

- I remember, Jahn, the way it was--
- That's right.

The way it was in the before time.

They talk to the other grups
with these little boxes.

Now, if they didn't have
those little boxes...

...they'd be all alone. Huh?

But they don't see us. We hide.

[CHANTING]
Ollie, ollie, oxen free!

ALL [CHANTING]:
Ollie, ollie, oxen free!

- Ollie, ollie, oxen free
- No!

It's not a game.

It's real.

They're dangerous. They're grups.
Don't you understand?

BOY:
Jahn.

[WHISPERS]
All right, let's hide.

[CLATTERS]

[CHILDREN SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

[SHRIEKING]

Dead.

I don't understand it.
My phaser wasn't set to kill.

Her name was Louise.

She was a little bit older than I am
when it happened.

Oh, Jim.

FARRELL [OVER RADIO]: Data has
been fed into the computers, Mr. Spock.

- Stand by.
- Acknowledged.

Are these enough, Jim?

We could use some more,
if you don't mind.

No, I don't mind.

There couldn't be any doubt
about what you've found here?

This fellow made these notes in the
last weeks, after the disaster began.

I disregard these last entries.
He said himself he was too sick,

too far gone to be sure
he wasn't already mad, and I agree.

But based on the entries
he made before that,

I know how much time we have.

The ship's computers
will verify my figures.

Only a matter of time
before we all go mad,

destroy each other, till the last of us
finally destroys himself.

KIRK:
What about Miri?

Our guess was correct.

They contract the disease as they enter
puberty and their metabolism changes.

The notes would indicate that it
doesn't become acute for a month or so.

I estimate she has perhaps
five or six weeks left.

What about us?

The older the victim, the more rapid
the progress of the disease.

And you?

The disease doesn't seem
to be interested in you.

I am a carrier.

Whatever happens, I
can't go back to the ship.

And I do want to go back
to the ship, captain.

Of course, Mr. Spock.

We still don't know
what we're fighting.

No, but we know what it is,
and how fast it does it.

It's progressing.
We'll begin to feel it inside soon.

Intense fever, great pain
in the extremities,

fuzziness of vision.

Of course, those are the early
symptoms. There'll be more.

Are you certain about the time
we have left?

I presume my calculations
are correct.

Is there any possibility--?

FARRELL:
Landing party, this is the Enterprise.

Spock here.

Computer indicates 170 hours,
Mr. Spock.

Verified, captain.
We have seven days.

KIRK:
Captain's log, supplement.

It is the second day
of the seven left to us.

We've found nothing.

Enterprise is standing by with its labs,
computers, ready to assist us,

but there is no data,
no starting point.

I think I've found it.

- Janice, take Miri for a walk.
- Yes, sir.

Only one half intact.

But do you know
what they were up to?

More or less.

The idea was to create
a new series of diseases,

a chain reaction of viruses meant
essentially to extend the life

of the human cell immeasurably.

Unfortunately, they weren't successful.
We've seen the results.

You two will have to re-create their
thinking. If you can isolate that virus,

you'll be able to develop
a vaccine.

Is that all, captain?
We have five days, you know.

I know.

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.

Children.

[CHILDREN CHANTING]

- Anything? You?
- No. Nothing.

[WINDOW CLOSES]

The communicators, captain.

They're gone.

Jim, we've absolutely gotta have
those communicators.

Without them, we don't have
the computers.

And without the computers,
we don't have a chance.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 2717.3.

Three days, seven hours left to us.

Investigation proves that
the supply of food left in the area

is running dangerously low.

Unless something is done, the
children will starve in a few months.

In addition, the disease
is working on each of us

according to
Dr. McCoy's prediction.

Our tempers are growing short,

and we are no further along
than we were two days ago.

- Haven't you found a thing yet?
- Would you like to take a crack at it?

[GLASS BREAKS]

No! No! No!

[RAND SOBBING]

No!

I'm upset, captain. So upset.

Back on the ship, I used to try
to get you to look at my legs.

Captain...

...look at my legs.

We're all frightened.

McCOY:
Jim, I found something.

The last slide I examined, I failed
to make the necessary adjustment

- for the slowing down--
- Never mind. What did you find?

The disease, captain. The one
they created 300 years ago.

- There's a chance!
- A chance.

At least it's a race now.

And we've just wasted a minute.

I'll admit it would be some foolie,
Miri, but do you think it'd work?

I know, I know.

Don't you think
I've heard them talk?

They have such little time to do
this dumb thing of theirs,

this "buttinsky" thing.

And if we get her away,
that yeoman,

that's one person less
to start off with.

But how, Miri? If they're so busy,

if they're gonna have
the big emergency,

how are you gonna get her away?

It's easy.

She's always asking me about the
youngest little onlies, the little ones.

"What if they get sick?
Who takes care of them?

Do they have enough to eat?
Where do they sleep?"

I'll just tell her one of you
fell down and got hurt.

- Me, say it's me.
- All right, you.

But grups, they know things
and all that.

You know, I bet they'll be able
to do it with one person less.

Not one.

Two.

Because he'll try to find her.

Who? Who will, Miri?

The captain.

He'll try to find her, but he won't.

- Mr. Lovey-dovey.
- Lovey-dovey.

Bonk, bonk on the head.
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!

ALL [CHANTING]: Bonk, bonk!
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!

Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!

Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!

It looks right.

The nitrogen cycle?
It has to be.

Yeah, but the question is:

- What's the dosage?
- Hm.

That is a very good question.

Where is she, Miri?
Where is she, Miri?

Where is Janice?

What's the matter with you?
How should I know?

KIRK:
Where is she?

Has something happened to her?

Don't you feel all right?

No, I don't feel all right!
None of us feel all right!

Can't you see what's going on?

Jim, I don't want anything
to happen to you.

- I've gotta find Janice.
- That's not all, captain.

We've got to find
those communicators.

We're trying, Mr. Spock.
We're trying hard.

That's not good enough!

This could be it, but we can't test it
without the ship's computers.

We've got to have
those communicators, Jim.

This is the vaccine?

That's what the
computers will tell us.

Without them, it could be
a beaker full of death.

Did you hear them?

- We only have a few hours left.
- I don't care.

You've got to care.

Miri.

I'm gonna tell you something.

You...

...your friends, all the onlies,
are gonna get the disease

unless we succeed in
what we're doing.

You've seen some
of your friends get it.

- Sometimes it happens--
- Not sometimes, all the times, Miri!

As soon as you start growing up,
the way you are.

Don't you know why you don't like
to play games anymore?

Why you don't see your friends
the way you used to?

It's because you're becoming
a young woman.

And...

...the moment you become a young
woman, you get the disease, all of you.

That's not true.
It just happens sometimes.

All the time, Miri!

It's happening to you right now!

Look at it. Look at it, Miri!
It's in you!

- No!
- KIRK: Look at it!

No! No!

Blah, blah, blah.

No, you got the wrong game.
A teacher, I told you.

Now, what does a teacher say, huh?

Yeah.

Study, study, study!
Or bonk, bonk, bad kid.

[ALL CHEERING]

- It's not funny.
- It's a foolie.

What are you gonna do with me?

You think I'd tell you?

[DOOR OPENS]

Miri.

You're not supposed to be here.

I know.

What's the matter?
Something go wrong?

- No.
- Okay, then.

Just don't stand there
in the doorway. Come on in.

- Listen to him.
- You listen, Miri!

I did. Why do you think
I brought him here?

- Tell them, Jim.
- "Tell them, Jim."

[CHANTING]
Tell them, Jim.

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Tell them, Jim!

Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!
Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!

Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!
Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!

Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!
Tell them, Jim! Tell them, Jim!

Tell them, Jim!
Tell them, Jim!

Listen to me.

- Listen to me!
- Yelling in the classroom.

Look at him. A very bad citizen.

This isn't a game.
There never was a game.

GIRL: Call the police!
BOY: I'm the police!

- Bonk, bonk, unless you're good.
- You're the teacher!

I got two jobs! Bonk, bonk!

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Blah, blah, blah.

[CHILDREN CHANTING]

Listen to me!
You've got our communicators...

...the boxes we talk into.

We need them to talk to the ship.

BOY:
Blah, blah, blah.

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Blah, blah, blah.

No blah, blah, blah!

[CHANTING STOPS]

Because if we don't talk
to the ship...

...if you don't help us...

...there won't be any games anymore.

There won't be anything.

Nothing.

No grups, no onlies.

Nobody left...

...forever and ever.

Captain!

Now listen to me.

You've got to help us
before it's too late.

Let Janice go. Give me those
communicators before it's too late!

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.

[CHILDREN CHANTING]

You've seen your friends change
one by one as they grew up.

Did you ever see
one of them not change?

One by one, they got the disease,
and they became like--

[GIRL SPITS]

Like-- Like those creatures
you're afraid of, like Louise.

One by one, they changed
and got the disease.

The disease, like I've got,
like Miri has.

You understand
what I'm talking about.

You're not babies. We can help you.

Naughty grup! Bonk, bonk!

- Bonk, bonk!
- No! Please! No!

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

It's waiting for you.
Maybe only a matter of months.

Listen to him. He's telling the truth.

JAHN:
He's funny. He thinks he's funny.

Bonk, bonk! Hit him!

KIRK:
Look at my arms!

That's what's gonna happen to you...

- ...unless you let me help you.
- Bonk, bonk! Hit him!

ALL: Bonk, bonk!
KIRK: And the little ones...

What's gonna happen to them
after you've gone...

...after you've turned into creatures
like Louise? Oh, they'll still be here.

But not for long, because the food's
all gone. You've eaten it.

Maybe six months left. That's all.
And then nothing left to eat.

Nobody left to take care of them.
They'll die too.

Look at my arm, Jahn. It's happening
to me. He's telling the truth.

- They're grups!
- BOY: Bonk, bonk!

CHILDREN [CHANTING]:
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!

Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!

- Bonk, bonk!
- All right, you want a foolie?

All right. I dare you.

I double dare you.

Look at the blood on my face.
Now look at your hands.

Blood on your hands.

Now who's doing the hurting?

Not the grups.

It's you hurting,
yelling, maybe killing.

Just like the grups you remember,
and the creatures you're afraid of.

You're acting like them,
and you're gonna be just like them

unless you let me help you.

I'm a grup...

...and I want to help you.

I'm begging you, let me help you.

Or there won't be anything left at all.

Please.

We can't wait for those
communicators any longer.

We must. The
vaccine could be fatal.

The disease certainly is.

How long do we have left?
Hours? Minutes?

How much longer
do you wanna wait?

Bickering is pointless. I'll check
on the captain's progress.

Spock!

- Is he dead, Mr. Spock?
- Not yet.

Three hours, 11 minutes left.
Thank you, lieutenant.

Keep this channel open.
Clear your computers.

- What happened to McCoy?
- He injected himself with the vaccine.

He was unconscious
when I found him.

Look at his face.

The blemishes are fading.

They're fading.

I never will understand
the medical mind.

Is this supposed to be
a good thing, Miri?

Of course it is.

But they were just children.

- To leave them with a medical team--
- Just children.

Three hundred years old and more.

I've already contacted Space Central.
They'll send teachers, advisers.

- And truant officers, I presume.
- They'll be all right.

Miri... She really
loved you, you know.

Yes.

I never get involved
with older women, yeoman.

- Mr. Spock?
- Captain?

- Full ahead, warp factor 1.
- Warp factor 1, captain.

[WARP DRIVE WHIRRING]