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BAILEY:
One degree to overlap.

Stand by to photograph.

Now.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[BAILEY SIGHS]

Three days of this now, sir.

Other ships must have made
star maps of some of this.

Negative, lieutenant.
We're the first to reach this far.

[BEEPING]

Sir, contact with an object.
It's moving toward us.

- No visual contact yet.
- SPOCK: Deflectors, full intensity.

- SULU: It's coming at light speed.
- BAILEY: Collision course.

Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Sulu.

SULU:
Object changing direction too, sir.

Keeps coming at us.

I'm getting no signal from it, sir.

Still collision course.

- Deflectors aren't stopping it.
- Sound alarm.

- It's slowing down, Mr. Spock.
- Countermand alarm.

All engines, full stop.

BAILEY:
Visual contact.

Ahead slow.

Steer a course
around it, Mr. Sulu.

It's blocking the way.

Quite unnecessary
to raise your voice, Mr. Bailey.

All engines, stop. Sound the alert.

Bridge to all decks. Condition: Alert.

All decks, condition: Alert.

Captain Kirk to the Bridge.

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 1512.2.

On our third day of star mapping,
an unexplained cubical object

blocked our vessel's path.

On the Bridge, Mr. Spock
immediately ordered general alert.

My location, Sickbay.
Quarterly physical check.

[PANTS]

Just a few seconds more.

Just a few seconds more.

I got more.

[KIRK GRUNTING]

That's a boy. Keep it up.
Work up a little sweat.

- It'll do you good.
- You're killing me.

KIRK:
You're killing me.

Stop.

Winded?

You'd be the last one I'd tell.

- Kirk here. What's going on?
- Have a look at this, captain.

- What's that?
- SPOCK: Undetermined.

Whatever it is, it's blocking our way.
When we move, it moves as well.

- A vessel of some kind?
- SPOCK: Negative.

More some type of device.

I'll be right up.

You could see the alarm lights flashing
from there. Why didn't you tell me?

McCOY: Finally finished a physical
on you, didn't I?

What am I, a doctor
or a moon-shuttle conductor?

If I jumped every time
a light came on around here,

I'd end up talking to myself.

MAN [OVER PA]:
All decks: Alert.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

All decks: Alert.

Bridge.

- Captain to Bridge.
- SPOCK: Spock here.

- Any changes?
- SPOCK: Negative.

Whatever it is, it seems
to want to just hold us here.

- Any indication of danger from it?
- SPOCK: Negative.

I'll change first then. Captain out.

SPOCK: All decks have
reported green, Mr. Bailey.

Yes, sir.

And when the captain arrives,
he'll expect a report--

The cube's range and position.
I'll have it by then.

Raising my voice back there
doesn't mean I was scared

or couldn't do my job.

It means I happen to have a human
thing called an adrenaline gland.

It does sound most
inconvenient, however.

Have you considered
having it removed?

Very funny.

Try to cross brains with Spock,
he'll cut you to pieces every time.

- Captain to Bridge.
- Spock here.

- KIRK: Any signs of life?
- Negative.

Have you tried
hailing frequencies?

Affirmative.
No answer from the cube.

Have the department heads
meet on the Bridge.

Already standing by.

[BEEPING]

Reporting, sir.
Sensors show it as solid,

but its composition
is unknown to us.

- Lieutenant Uhura.
- Hailing frequency still open, sir.

I get no message from it.

Navigation.

Distance from us, 1,593 meters.
Position constant.

Each of its edges
measures 107 meters.

Mass, a little under
11,000 metric tons.

Scotty.

Mode of power?
Beats me what makes it go.

- I'll buy speculation.
- I'd sell it if I had any.

That's a solid cube.

How something like that
can sense us coming,

block us, move when we move,
it beats me.

That's my report.

- Life sciences?
- Same report.

BAILEY: Sir, we gonna just let it
hold us here?

We've got phaser weapons.
I vote we blast it.

I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Bailey...

...when this becomes a democracy.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1513.8.

Star maps reveal no indication
of habitable planets nearby.

Origin and purpose
of the cube still unknown.

We've been here,
held motionless, for 18 hours.

Anything further, gentlemen?

SPOCK: I believe it adds up
to either one of two possibilities.

First, a space buoy of some kind.

Second?

Flypaper.

And you don't recommend
sticking around.

Negative. It would make us
appear too weak.

It's time for action, gentlemen.

- Mr. Bailey--
- Bridge to phaser-gun crew.

KIRK:
Countermand.

- I'll select what kind of action--
- BAILEY: I'm sorry, sir. I thought--

Are you explaining, Mr. Bailey?
I haven't requested an explanation.

Now, as I was about to say,
navigator,

plot us a spiral course
away from the cube.

- Yes, sir.
- We'll try pulling away from it.

SULU:
Yes, sir.

Helmsman to engine room.
Stand by.

All decks: Alert.
We're gonna try pulling away.

Course plotted and laid in, sir.

Engage, Mr. Sulu. Quarter speed.

Point-two-five, sir.

- Still blocking us, sir.
- Let's see if it'll give way.

Ahead, half speed.

Point-five-oh, sir.

[BEEPING]

Radiation from the short end
of the spectrum increasing.

All stop, hold position.

It's still coming toward us.
Range, 190 meters.

- Radiation increasing.
- Power astern, half speed.

Half speed.

Radiation nearing
the tolerance level.

Still coming. Gaining on us.

Engines astern, full speed.

Full speed.

Range, 125 meters now.

Helm, give us warp speed.

Warp 1, sir.

Radiation at the
tolerance level.

Warp 2, sir.

Speed is now warp 3.

Radiation passing the tolerance level,
entering lethal zone.

Range,
51 meters and still closing, sir.

Phaser crew, stand ready.

Phaser crew reports ready, sir.

Growing, we can take only
a few more seconds of this.

Lock phasers on target.

Mr. Bailey, lock phasers.

Phasers locked. On target, sir.

Point-blank range and closing.

Fire main phasers.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1514.0.

The cube has been destroyed.
Ship's damage, minor.

But my next decision, major.
Probe on ahead or turn back?

Nothing, captain. No contacts,
no objects in any direction.

Care to speculate on what
we'll find if we go on ahead?

Speculate?

No.

Logically, we'll discover the intelligence
which sent out the cube.

Intelligence different from ours
or superior?

Probably both.

And if you're asking
the logical decision to make...

No, I'm not.

The mission of the Enterprise
is to seek out and contact alien life.

Has it occurred to you that
there's a certain...

...inefficiency
in constantly questioning me

on things you've already
made up your mind about?

It gives me emotional security.

Navigator, set a course ahead.

Plotted. Laid in, sir.

- Engage.
- SULU: Warp 1, sir.

Mr. Bailey,
phaser crews were sluggish.

You were slow in locking them
into your directional beam.

Helmsman, engineering decks
could have been faster too.

Program a series of simulated
attacks and evasion maneuvers.

Keep repeating the exercise
until we're proficient, gentlemen.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Your timing is lousy, Jim.

- The men are tired.
- Captain's quarters.

Aren't you the one that always says
a little suffering is good for the soul?

- I never say that.
- BAILEY: This is the Bridge.

Prepare for simulated attack.

I'm especially worried about Bailey.

Navigator's position's rough
enough for a seasoned man--

I think he'll cut it.

How so sure? Because you spotted
something you liked in him?

Something familiar? Like yourself,
say about, oh, 11 years ago?

BAILEY: On the double, deck five.
Give me a green light.

Why, doctor, you've been reading
your textbooks again?

I don't need textbooks to know that
you could've promoted him too fast.

- Listen to that voice.
- BAILEY: Condition alert.

Battle stations.

BAILEY:
Engineering, deck five, report.

Phaser crews, come on,
let's get with it.

Phaser station two,

- where's your green light?
- Thank you.

What's next?

- "They're not machines, Jim"?
- Well, they're not.

- After what they've been through--
- Dr. McCoy,

I've heard you say
that man is ultimately superior

- to any mechanical device.
- No, I never say that either.

I could've sworn
I heard you say that.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

- Kirk here.
- SPOCK: Exercise rating, captain,

94 percent.

- Let's try for 100, Mr. Spock.
- SPOCK: Agreed.

What are you gonna do with that six
percent when they give it to you, Jim?

I'm gonna take it, and I'm gonna--

[DOOR OPENS]

Excuse me, sir. It's past time
you had something to eat.

What the devil is this?
Green leaves?

It's dietary salad, sir.

Dr. McCoy ordered your diet card
changed. I thought you knew.

Your weight was up a couple
of pounds, remember?

Will you stop hovering
over me, yeoman?

RAND: Well, I'll change it
if you don't like it, sir.

- Bring some for the doctor too.
- No, no.

No, I never eat until the crew eats.

- Thank you, yeoman.
- You're welcome, sir.

BAILEY:
This is the Bridge.

All decks prepare to better reaction
time on second simulated attack.

When I get my hands on
the headquarters genius

that assigned me a female yeoman...

What's the matter, Jim,
don't you trust yourself?

BAILEY:
Battle stations.

Engineering decks: Alert...

I've already got a female to worry
about. Her name's the Enterprise.

BAILEY: Engineering decks: Alert.
Phaser crews, let's--

SULU: Countermand that.
All decks to battle stations.

This is not a drill.
Repeat, this is not a drill.

Kirk here.

SPOCK:
We're picking up an object, sir.

Much larger, coming toward us.

Coming.

Exceptionally strong contact.

Not visual yet.

Distant spectrograph.

Metallic, similar to cube.
Much greater energy reading.

There, sir.

Half speed.
Prepare for evasive action.

SULU:
Reducing to warp 2, sir.

SPOCK: Tractor beam, captain.
Something's grabbed us, hard.

- SULU: Engines overloading, sir.
- All engines stop.

All engines stopped, sir.

Phaser crews, stand ready.

Bridge to phaser
crew, stand ready.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Forward phaser, will comply.

All weapons at operational ready.

Fascinating.

What's its mass, Mr. Spock?

The reading goes off my scale,
captain. It must be a mile in diameter.

Over 5,000 meters away
and it still fills the screen.

Reduce image. Let me see all of it.

Magnification 25, sir.

Magnification 18.5, sir.

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is the United Earth ship
Enterprise.

We convey greetings
and await your reply.

- What is it, Mr. Bailey?
- A message.

Coming over my navigation beam.

- Pick it up.
- Switching, sir.

BALOK [OVER RADIO]:
--and trespassed into our star systems.

This is Balok,

commander of the flagship Fesarius
of the First Federation.

Your vessel, obviously the product
of a primitive and savage civilization,

having ignored a warning buoy
and having then destroyed it,

has demonstrated your intention
is not peaceful.

We are now considering
the disposition of your ship

and the life aboard.

- Ship to ship.
- Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is the captain
of the Enterprise speaking.

The warning nature of your
space buoy was unknown to us.

Our vessel was blocked, and when
we attempted to disengage--

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

Captain, we're being invaded

by exceptionally strong
senso-probes everywhere.

Our electrical systems, our engines...

BALOK: No further communication
will be accepted.

If there is the slightest hostile move,

your vessel will be destroyed
immediately.

They're shutting off
some of our systems, captain.

Brilliant.

Extremely sophisticated
in their methods.

Does our recorder marker
have all this on its tapes?

Enough to warn
other Earth ships.

Mr. Bailey, dispatch
recorder marker.

Mr. Bailey?

Recorder marker dispatched, sir.

Marker on course.
Heading back the way we--

BALOK: Your recorder marker
has been destroyed.

You have been examined.

Your ship must be destroyed.

We make assumption
you have a deity or deities

or some such beliefs
which comfort you.

We therefore grant you ten Earth
time periods known as minutes

to make preparations.

Might be interesting to see what
they look like if I can locate

where that voice is coming from.

Balok's message,
it was heard all over the ship.

Captain to crew. Those of you who
have served for long on this vessel

have encountered alien life forms.

You know the greatest danger
facing us is ourselves,

an irrational fear of the unknown. But
there's no such thing as the unknown.

Only things temporarily hidden,
temporarily not understood.

In most cases, we have found that
intelligence capable of a civilization

is capable of understanding
peaceful gestures.

Surely a life form advanced
enough for space travel

is advanced enough to eventually
understand our motives.

All decks, stand by.

Captain out.

- Ship to ship.
- Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is the captain
of the USS Enterprise.

We came seeking friendship,
but we have no wish to trespass.

To demonstrate our goodwill, our
vessel will now return the way it came.

We--

[HUMMING]

Lay in a course ahead, Mr. Bailey.

What?

A course?

- Plotted and laid in, sir.
- Engage, warp factor 1.

Warp factor.

There's no response.

Switch to impulse.

All engine systems show dead,
and weapon systems.

Switching to screen.
I believe I can get something visual.

You are wasting time and effort.

There is no escape.

You have eight Earth minutes left.

I was curious to see
how they appeared.

Yes, of course you were.

I don't understand this.

Spock's wasting time.

Everybody else just sitting around.

- Somebody's got to do something.
- Easy, Bailey.

What do they want from us?
Let's find out what they want--

- They want us to lose our heads--
- We've only got eight minutes left.

SULU:
Seven minutes and 41 seconds.

See, he's doing a countdown!

- Practically end of watch.
- What, are you all out of your minds?

End of watch?

It's the end of everything.
What are you, robots?

Wound-up toy soldiers?
Don't you know when you're dying?

Watch and regulations
and orders, what do they mean?

Bailey, you're relieved!

Escort him to his quarters, doctor.

Let's go.

- Ship to ship.
- Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is the captain
of the Enterprise speaking.

It is the custom of Earth people

to try and avoid misunderstanding
whenever possible.

We destroyed your space buoy
as a simple act of self-preservation.

When we attempted
to move away from it,

it emitted radiation
harmful to our species.

If you've examined our ship
and its tapes,

you know this to be true.

[HUMMING]

You now have seven minutes left.

SULU:
Four minutes, 30 seconds.

You have an annoying fascination
for timepieces, Mr. Sulu.

Jim.

BALOK [OVER RADIO]:
Four minutes.

What's the matter
with them out there?

They must know
we mean them no harm.

They're certainly aware by now
that we're totally incapable of it.

There must be something to do.

Something I've overlooked.

In chess,

when one is outmatched,
the game is over.

Checkmate.

Is that your best recommendation?

I'm...

I regret that I can find
no other logical alternative.

- Assuming we get out of this--
- Nobody's given up yet.

Well, then, about Bailey.

Let me enter it in my medical
records as simple fatigue.

- That's my decision, doctor.
- And it was your mistake.

You overworked him, pushed him,
expected too much out of him.

I'm ordering you to drop it.

I've no time for you, your theories,
your quaint philosophies.

I intend to challenge your actions
in my medical records.

I'll state that I warned you
about Bailey's condition.

- Now, that's no bluff.
- Any time you can bluff me, doctor--

BALOK:
Three minutes.

All right, doctor. Let's hope
we have time to argue about it.

Not chess, Mr. Spock.

Poker.

Do you know the game?

Ship to ship.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is the captain of the Enterprise.

Our respect for other life forms
requires that we give you this warning.

One critical item of information
that has never been incorporated

into the memory banks
of any Earth ship.

Since the early years
of space exploration,

Earth vessels have had
incorporated into them

a substance known as corbomite.

It is a material and a device
which prevents attack on us.

If any destructive energy
touches our vessel,

a reverse reaction of equal strength
is created, destroying--

BALOK:
You now have two minutes.

Destroying the attacker.

It may interest you to know

that since the initial use
of corbomite

more than two of our centuries ago,

no attacking vessel
has survived the attempt.

Death has little meaning to us.

If it has none to you...

...then attack us now.

We grow annoyed
at your foolishness.

However, it was well played.

I regret not having learned
more about this Balok.

In some manner,
he was reminiscent of my father.

Then may heaven
have helped your mother.

Quite the contrary.

She considered herself
a very fortunate Earth woman.

Doc. Sorry.

For having other things
on your mind? My fault.

I don't know how in the devil you
kept from punching me in the face.

One minute.

I knew he would.

If anyone's interested, 30 seconds.

Request permission
to return to post, sir.

Permission granted.

SULU:
Eleven.

Ten seconds.

Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one.

A very interesting game, this poker.

It does have advantages over chess.

Love to teach it to you.

BALOK: This is the commander
of the Fesarius.

Here it comes.
Is it raise or call?

BALOK: The destruction of
your vessel has been delayed.

We will relent in your destruction

only if we have proof
of your corbomite device.

Hold on that.

Let him sweat for a change.

- Ship to ship.
- UHURA: Hailing frequency, sir.

Request denied.

I have visual contact, captain.

We will soon inform you
of our decision

regarding your vessel.

And having permitted
your primitive efforts to see my form,

I trust it has pleased your curiosity.

And now,

another demonstration
of our superiority.

McCOY: I thought the power
was off in the galley.

I used a hand phaser,
and zap, hot coffee.

Something's going on, captain.

It's a small ship.

About 2,000 metric tons.

BALOK:
It has been decided

that I will conduct you
to a planet of the First Federation

which is capable
of sustaining your life form.

There, you will disembark
and be interned.

Your ship will be destroyed,
of course.

Engine systems coming on, captain.

BALOK: Do not be deceived
by the size of this pilot vessel.

It has an equal potential
to destroy your vessel.

[RUMBLING]

Tractor beam again.

BALOK: So that you may sustain
your gravity and atmosphere,

your systems are now open.

Escape is impossible

since you are being taken under
our power to your destination.

Any move to escape
or destroy this ship

will result in the instant
destruction of the Enterprise

and everyone aboard.

We're being towed, sir.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 1514.1.

The Enterprise is in tow.

To this point,
no resistance has been offered.

My plan, a show of resignation.

Balok's tractor beam has to be a
heavy drain of power on a small ship.

Question, will he grow careless?

Captain, he's pulling out
a little ahead of us.

He's sneaked power down a bit.

Our speed is down to 0.64 of light.

I want a right-angle course.
Shear away from him,

- no matter which way he turns.
- BAILEY: Yes, sir.

Maximum acceleration
when I give the word.

SULU:
Yes, sir.

Engage.

It's a strain, captain.
Engines are overloading.

- More power.
- We're super-heating.

Intermix temperature,
7,400 degrees.

Seven-five.

Seven-six.

Eight thousand degrees.

[SHIP RUMBLING]

Shear away, Mr. Bailey!

Two thousand degrees
above maximum.

Eight-four.

Eight-five.

Eight-six.

She'll blow soon!

Now, Mr. Sulu.
Impulse power too.

[ALARM BEEPING]

[ALARM BEEPING FASTER]

We're breaking free, sir.

[ALARM SLOWING]

All engines, stop.

SULU:
All engines stopped, sir.

Engines need work badly, captain.

- Can you hold it here a few hours?
- That may not be wise.

If he got a signal through
to the mothership...

Then we're not home yet.

A signal, captain.

It's very weak. It's Balok.

It's a distress signal to the Fesarius.

His engines are out.

His life-sustaining system
isn't operating.

- The message is repeating, sir.
- Any reply?

Negative.
His signal is growing weak.

Sir, I doubt if the mothership
could've heard it.

Plot a course for it, Mr. Bailey.

For it, captain?

Dead ahead.

This is the captain speaking.

The First Federation vessel is in
distress. We're preparing to board it.

There are lives at stake.
By our standards, alien life.

But lives nevertheless. Captain out.

Course plotted and laid in, sir.

Mr. Scott,
ready the transporter room.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Sulu, bring us to within
100 meters. Ahead slow.

Ahead slow, sir.

- Jim, don't you think--?
- What's the mission

of this vessel, doctor?

To seek out and contact alien life.

And an opportunity to demonstrate
what our high-sounding words mean.

Any questions?

I'll take two men with me.

Dr. McCoy, to examine
and treat the aliens if necessary,

and you, Mr. Bailey.

- Sir?
- The face of the unknown.

I think I owe you a look at it.

Yes, sir.

- Captain, request permission to--
- KIRK: Denied.

If I'm wrong, if it's a trap,
I want you here.

- Transporter ready?
- SCOTTY: Well, yes, sir. But it's risky.

We're locked in on what appears
to be a main deck.

- Air sample?
- Breathable.

In fact, a slightly higher
oxygen content than our own.

- Communicator.
- Good.

- Phaser weapon.
- Thank you, Scotty. Ready, doctor?

No, but you won't let that stop you.

Bend low, gentlemen.

It reads pretty cramped over there.

- Ready to transport.
- Energize.

[TRANSPORTER HUMMING]

It's a dummy.

A puppet of some kind.

BOY:
I'm Balok. Welcome aboard.

- KIRK: I'm Captain Kirk.
- And McCoy and Bailey.

Sit. Be comfortable.

Go ahead, be seated.

We must drink.

This is tranya.

I hope you relish it as much as I.

Commander Balok...

I know, I know.
A thousand questions.

But first, the tranya.

Gentlemen.

Ahh.

Commander, that puppet--

BALOK:
My alter ego, so to speak.

In your culture, he would be
Mr. Hyde to my Jekyll.

You must admit, he's effective.

You would never have
been frightened by me.

And I thought my distress signal
quite clever.

It was a pleasure testing you.

Testing us?

I see.

I had to discover
your real intentions.

But you probed our memory banks.

Your records could have been
a deception on your part.

And your crew?

[LAUGHING]

I have no crew, doctor.
I run everything.

This entire complex
from this small ship.

But I miss company, conversation.

Even an alien would be welcome.

Perhaps one of your men
for some period of time.

An exchange of information,
cultures.

Yes, both our cultures
would benefit.

Do you know where we can find
a volunteer, Mr. Bailey?

Me, sir. I'd like to volunteer.

Ah. You represent Earth's best, then?

No, sir, I'm not.
I'll make plenty of mistakes.

But you'd find out
more about us that way.

And I'd get a better officer in return.

[LAUGHING]

I see.

We think much alike, captain,
you and.

Now, before I
bring back the Fesarius,

let me show you my vessel.

It is not often I have this pleasure.

Yes, we're very much alike, captain.

Both proud of our ships.