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PAINTER:
Approaching Omicron Ceti III, sir.

Standard orbit, Mr. Painter.

Yes, sir.

- Captain?
- KIRK: Yes, lieutenant.

I've been transmitting
a contact signal

every five minutes
as ordered, sir.

All' I get is dead air.
Shall I continue?

Maintain transmission pattern
until we've established orbit.

- UHURA: Aye, aye, sir.
- Mr. Spock,

there were 150 men, women
and children in that colony.

What are the chances
of survivors?

Absolutely none, captain.

Berthold rays are such
a recent discovery.

We do not yet have
full knowledge of their nature.

It is known, however,
that living animal tissue

disintegrates under exposure.

Sandoval's group could not
have survived after three years.

You're saying that those people

built a future in a place
knowing they might not survive.

I'm saying they knew
there was a risk.

What about us? Can we afford to
send people down to the planet surface?

The breakdown of tissue
does not develop immediately.

We can risk a limited exposure.

We've established orbit, sir.
And I've pinpointed a settlement.

Thank you, Mr. Painter.

Mr. Spock.

Equip a landing party of five to
accompany me to the planet surface.

Include Dr. McCoy and a biologist.

I'll want them in ten minutes.

KIRK:
Another dream that failed.

There's nothing sadder.

It took these people a year
to make the trip from Earth.

They came all that way...

...and died.

Hardly that, sir.

Welcome to Omicron Ceti III.

I'm Elias Sandoval.

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 3417.3.

We thought our mission to Omicron
Ceti III would be an unhappy one.

We had expected to find no survivors
of the agricultural colony there.

Apparently, our information
was incorrect.

We haven't seen anyone outside
our own group for four years

since we left the Earth.

We've been expecting
someone for some time.

Our subspace radio
didn't work properly.

I'm afraid we didn't have anyone
here who could master its intricacies.

Actually, Mr. Sandoval,

we didn't come here
because of your silent radio.

It makes little difference, captain.
You're here. We're happy to see you.

Come, let me show you
our settlement.

On pure speculation,
just an educated guess,

I'd say that man is alive.

Captain, this planet is being
bombarded by Berthold rays,

as our reports indicated.

At this intensity, we'll be safe
for a week, if necessary.

But...

But these people shouldn't be alive.

Is it possible that they're not?

You shook hands with him, Jim.

His flesh was warm. He's alive.
There's no doubt about that.

There is also no question on the fact

that Berthold rays
are incontrovertibly deadly.

There's no miracle connected with it,
doctor. You know that.

No cures, no serums, no antidotes.

If a man is exposed
long enough, he dies.

Gentlemen, we're debating
in a vacuum.

Let's go get some answers.

There are two other settlements,
but we have 45 colonists here.

What was the reason
for the dispersal?

Well, we felt that three groups
would have a better chance for growth.

If disease were to
strike one group,

then the others would be
less likely to be affected.

You see, Omicron
is an ideal agricultural planet.

We determined not to suffer

the fate of expeditions
that went before us.

Elias.

Leila, come meet our guests.

This is Leila Kalomi, our botanist.

This is Captain Kirk,
Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock.

Mr. Spock and I have met before.

It's been a long time.

Mr. Sandoval, we do have
a mission here.

- Examinations. Tests.
- By all means, make them.

I think you'll find our settlement
an interesting one.

Our philosophy is a simple one:

That men should return
to a less-complicated life.

We have few mechanical
things here.

No vehicles, no weapons.

We have harmony here.
Complete peace.

We'll try not to interfere
with your work.

Make yourselves at home,
gentlemen.

KELOWITZ: What exactly
are we looking for anyway, sir?

SULU: Whatever doesn't look right.
Whatever that is.

When it comes to farms,

I wouldn't know what looked right
or wrong if it were 2 feet from me.

Hey.

SULU:
What is it?

No cows.

This barn isn't even built
for them, just for storage.

SULU:
Come to think of it,

we haven't seen any animals.

No horses, no pigs. Not even a dog.

Nothing.

SANDOVAL:
You've known the Vulcanian.

On Earth. Six years ago.

Did you love him?

If I did, it was important
only to myself.

How did he feel?

Mr. Spock's feelings
were never expressed to me.

It is said he has none to give.

Would you like him
to stay with us now?

To be as one of us?

There is no choice, Elias.

He will stay.

[WHIRRING]

That will be all.
Thank you very much.

Anything?

I've examined nine men so far,
varying in ages from 23 to 59.

They're all in perfect condition.
Textbook responses.

Heart, lungs, excellent.

Coordination, excellent.

Reflexes, excellent.

If there were many more of them,
I could throw away my shingle.

[BEEPS]

Kirk here.

Spock here, captain.

There seems to be a total
absence of life on the planet

with the exception
of the colonists themselves

and various types of flora.

KIRK: Sulu had the same
observation. Any explanations?

Not at the moment, sir.

I'm conducting various tests
with the tricorder,

but results are inconclusive.

Very well. Continue investigations.
Kirk out.

Hm. No animals. That's peculiar.

Yes, especially in view of the fact

that the records of this expedition
indicate that they did have some

for breeding and food purposes.

Apparently, none of them survived.

I'd like to see the medical records
on the expedition.

Yes, I thought you might.

Captain, I've been looking for you.

You haven't seen
our fields and crops.

I'd like to show you and the doctor
what we've accomplished here.

I'm afraid I'll have to bow out.

I have to continue
with these medical examinations.

However, if I find
everyone else's health

to be as perfect as yours, I...

He promised to throw away
his shingle.

Well, you'll find no weaklings here.

Captain?

SANDOVAL.:
This is the reason, captain.

This soil will grow
anything we plant in it.

It's a perfect world.

We have a moderate climate.

Moderate rains all year round.

It gives us all we need.

- It is perfect.
- DeSALLE: Pardon me, captain.

Biology report ready, sir.

Well, I have work to tend to myself,
captain.

Go ahead, lieutenant.

I heard Sandoval saying
they could grow anything here.

That's true, sir. They've got a variety
of crops in. Grains, potatoes, beans.

Make your point.

Well, sir, for an agricultural colony,

they actually have
very little acreage planted.

There's enough to sustain the colony,
but very little more.

It's like a jigsaw puzzle,
all one color.

No key to where the pieces fit in.

Why?

[BEEPS]

- Kirk here.
- McCOY: This is McCoy, Jim.

- I think you better get back here.
- Trouble?

No, but I'd like you to see this
for yourself.

On my way.

MCCOY:
Sandoval's medical record

four years ago, when
the expedition left Earth.

He registered scar tissue
on his lungs

from lobar pneumonia
suffered when he was a child.

No major operations,
but there was an appendectomy.

Received all required inoculations,
et cetera.

What's so strange about that?

Nothing.

But I examined that man
not more than two hours ago.

And you know what
his readings were?

Perfect, perfect and perfect.

Just like everyone else
I've examined here.

Instrument malfunction?

No, I thought of that,
and I tested it on myself.

It accurately recorded
my lack of tonsils

and those two broken ribs
I had once.

It did not record the scar tissue
on Sandoval's lungs.

But it did record a healthy appendix

where one was supposedly removed.

Nothing. Not even insects.

Yet your plants grow, and you've
survived exposure to Berthold rays.

That can be explained.

Please do.

Later.

I've never understood
the female capacity

to avoid a direct answer
to any question.

And I never understood you.

Until now.

There was always a place in here
where no one could come.

There was only the face
you allow people to see.

Only one side
you'd allow them to know.

I would like to know how your
people have managed to survive here.

I missed you.

Logically, you should all be dead.

If I tell you how we survived,

will you try to understand
how we feel about our life here?

About each other?

Emotions are alien to me,
I'm a scientist.

Someone else might
believe that.

Your shipmates, your captain.

But not me.

Come.

Mr. Sandoval, within the hour,

I've received orders
from Starfleet Command

to evacuate all personnel
from this colony.

Naturally, you'll inform your people
to begin preparations.

We will have accommodations
for you aboard the Enterprise.

No.

It's not an arbitrary decision
on my part, sir.

I have my orders.

Captain, it's entirely unnecessary.

We're in no danger here.

We've explained the Berthold rays
to you and their effect.

Can't you understand?

Doctor, how can I
make you understand?

Your own instruments have shown
that we're all in perfect health.

We've had no deaths here.

What about your animals?

We're vegetarians.

That doesn't answer
my question, sir.

Why did all your animals die?

Captain, you stress
very unimportant matters.

We will not leave.

LEILA:
It's not much further.

You've not yet explained
the nature of this thing.

Its basic properties and elements
are not important.

What is important is,
it gives life, peace, love.

What you're describing...

...was once known in the vernacular
as a happiness pill.

And you, as a scientist, should know
that that's not possible.

Come.

I was one of the first
to find them.

The spores.

Spores?

SPOCK:
No.

It shouldn't hurt.

SPOCK:
No, I can't.

Please don't.

Not like this. It didn't hurt us.

I am not like you.

Now.

Now you belong to all of us.

And we to you.

There's no need to hide
your inner face any longer.

We understand.

I love you.

I can love you.

KIRK:
Captain's log, supplemental.

We have been ordered
by Starfleet Command

to evacuate the colony
on Omicron III.

However, the colony leader,
Elias Sandoval,

has refused all cooperation
and will not listen to any arguments.

- Sandoval.
- Captain, your arguments

are very valid,
but they do not apply to us.

You're being unreasonable.

Well, nevertheless. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

My orders are to remove
all the colonists,

and that's exactly what I intend to do,
with or without your help.

Without, I should think.

Would you like to use
a butterfly net on him, Jim?

- No, I don't think I'll use a--
- SULU: Captain.

We've checked out everything.

It all seems normal

except for the absence
of any animals.

We have orders to evacuate
all colonists to Starbase 27.

I want landing parties
to coordinate the colonists

and prepare them
to transport up to the ship.

We'll need extra
accommodations aboard.

Where's Mr. Spock and Mr. DeSalle?

We haven't seen them
since we began our check.

DeSalle said he was going to examine
some native plants he found.

Did Spock call in at all?

No, he didn't.

Spock. See to the landing parties,
will you, Mr. Sulu?

Yes, sir.

Spock.

[BEEPING]

SPOCK:
That one looks like a dragon.

You see the tail
and the dorsal spines?

I've never seen a dragon.

I have.

On Berengaria VII.

But I've never stopped
to look at clouds before.

Or rainbows.

Do you know I can tell you exactly
why one appears in the sky,

but considering its beauty
has always been out of the question.

Not here.

[BEEPING]

KIRK:
Spock.

Yes, what did you want?

Spock, is that you?

Yes, captain. What did you want?

Where are you?

I don't believe I want to tell you.

Spock, I don't know what
you think you're doing,

but this is an order.

Report back to me at the
settlement in ten minutes.

We're evacuating all colonists
to Starbase 27.

No, I don't think so.

You don't think so, what?

I don't think so, sir.

Spock.

Report to me immediately.

Spock.

Acknowledge.

Spock.

The frequency is open,
but he doesn't answer.

That didn't sound at all
like Spock, Jim.

No--

I thought you said you might like him
if he mellowed a little.

- I didn't say that.
- You said that. I--

Not exactly.

He might be in trouble.

Yes, take over
the landing party detail.

Start getting those colonists aboard.

How will you find Spock?

The frequency is open.
It'll act as a homing device.

Contact DeSalle.
Have him meet you here.

Make sure the landing party
works in teams of two.

I don't want anybody
left alone down here.

[SPOCK LAUGHING]

[LEILA LAUGHING]

Spock.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Mr. Spock?

What are you doing
with those things, DeSalle?

Want you to take a good
close look at these, doc.

They're very interesting.

Mr. Spock.

Are you out of your mind?

You were told to report
to me at once.

I didn't want to, Jim.

You--

Yes, I can see that.

Miss Kalomi, you'll have to come back
with us to the settlement

and prepare to transport up
to the ship.

SPOCK:
There'll be no evacuation, Jim.

But perhaps we should go back
and get you straightened out.

Mr. Sulu, Mr. Spock is under arrest,

and he's in your custody until
we get back to the Enterprise.

Very well.

Come with me.

Mr. Sulu understands,
don't you, Mr. Sulu?

Yes. I see now.

Of course we can't remove
the colony. It'd be wrong.

I don't know what these plants are
or how they work on you,

but you're all going back
to the settlement with me,

and those colonists
are going aboard the ship.

I can see the captain
is going to be difficult.

Ready to beam up.

Hiya, Jimmy boy.

Hey, I've taken care of everything.

Now, all y'all gotta do is just relax.

Doctor's orders.

How many of those
did you beam up?

Must be might nigh on to 100 by now.

MAN:
Hey, doc, I'm ready to energize.

Everything okay with those plants?

This is the captain. Beam me up.

Well, sure. If you want.

I most certainly do. Energize.

Lieutenant.

Put me through to Admiral Komack
at Starfleet.

Oh, I'm sorry, captain.

I can't do that.

What do you mean,
you can't do that?

Follow standard procedure,
that's an order.

I know it is, captain.

But you see, all
communications are out.

Out?

I short-circuited them.

Except for ship-to-surface,
we'll need that for a while.

It's really for the best, captain.

Go back to your stations.

Get back to your stations.

I'm sorry, sir. We're all
transporting down to join the colony.

I said, get back to your station.

No, sir.

This is mutiny, mister.

Yes, sir, it is.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 3417.5.

The pod plants have spread
spores throughout the ship,

carried by the ventilation system.

Under their influence,

my crew is deserting
to join the Omicron colony,

and I can't stop them.

I don't know why
I have not been infected,

nor can I get Dr. McCoy

to explain the physical-psychological
aspects of the infection.

MCCOY:
I'm not interested

in any physical-psychological
aspects, Jim boy.

We all perfectly healthy
down here.

I've heard that word a lot lately.

"Perfect." Everything's perfect.

McCOY: Yeah, that's right.
That's just what it is.

I'll bet you've even
grown your tonsils back.

[CHUCKLES]

Sure enough.

Hey, Jim boy.

Y'all ever have a real cold,
Georgia-style mint julep, huh?

Look, Bones, I need your help.

Can you run tests, blood samples,
anything at all to give us a lead

on what these things are,
how to counteract them?

Who wants to counteract
paradise, Jim boy?

McCoy out.

Bones. Bones.

SPOCK: Almost the entire ship's
complement has beamed down.

SANDOVAL:
I'm very pleased.

The entire landing operation
is proceeding quite well.

Where's McCoy?

He went off to create something
called a mint julep.

That's a drink, Jim.

Captain, why don't you join us?

In your own private paradise?

The spores have made it that.

Where did they originate?

It's impossible to say.

They drifted through space
until they finally landed here.

You see, they actually
thrive on Berthold rays.

The plants act as a repository
for thousands of microscopic spores

until they find a
human body to inhabit.

In return, they give you
complete health and peace of mind.

That's paradise.

We have no need or want, captain.

It's a true Eden, Jim.

There's belonging and love.

No wants, no needs?

We weren't meant for that.
None of us.

Man stagnates if he has no ambition,

no desire to be more than he is.

We have what we need.

Except a challenge.

You don't understand, Jim.

But you'll come around,
sooner or later.

Join us.

Please.

I'm going back to the ship.

Engineering. Scotty?

Biochemistry lab.

Security.

Is there anyone on board?
This is the captain.

[BEEPS]

Captain's log, stardate 3417.7.

Except for myself,

all crew personnel have transported
to the surface of the planet.

Mutinied.

Lieutenant Uhura has
effectively sabotaged

the communications station.

I can only contact
the surface of the planet.

The ship can be maintained
in orbit for several months.

But even with automatic controls,
I cannot pilot her alone.

In effect, I am marooned here.

I'm beginning to realize...

...just how big this ship
really is, how quiet.

I don't know how
to get my crew back,

how to counteract
the effect of the spores.

I don't know
what I can offer against...

...paradise.

Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

Yes, Jim, what is it now?

I've joined you.

I understand now.

Wonderful, Jim.

When will you beam down?

There are some things
in my quarters I want to pack.

Good.

Leila and I will meet you
at the beam-down point.

Kirk out.

No.

No.

I...

...can't...

...leave!

Emotions.

Violent emotions. Needs.

Anger.

Captain's log, supplemental.

I think I've discovered the answer.

But to carry out my plan
entails considerable risk.

Mr. Spock is much stronger
than the ordinary human being.

Aroused, his great
physical strength could kill.

But it's a risk I'll have to take.

KIRK:
Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

It's Jim.

What's keeping you, Jim?
We've been waiting.

I've been packing some things, and
I realized there's some equipment here

that we should have
down at the settlement.

You know, we can't come back
on board once the last of us has left.

Do you want me to beam up a party?

No, I think you and I can handle it.

Why don't you beam up now?

Just a moment.

It won't take long.
Do you mind?

I'll wait.

Ready to beam up, Jim.

Energizing.

All right, you mutinous, disloyal,
computerized half-breed.

We'll see about you
deserting my ship.

The term "half-breed"
is somewhat applicable.

But "computerized" is inaccurate.

A machine can be computerized,
not a man.

What makes you think you're a man?
You're an overgrown jackrabbit.

An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.

- Jim, I don't understand.
- Of course you don't understand.

You don't have the brains
to understand.

All you have is printed circuits.

- Captain, if you'll excuse me--
- What can you expect

from a simpering, devil-eared freak
whose father was a computer

and his mother an encyclopedia?

My mother was a teacher.

My father, an ambassador.

Your father was a computer,
like his son.

An ambassador from a planet
of traitors.

A Vulcan never lived
who had an ounce of integrity.

Captain, please don't--

You're a traitor
from a race of traitors.

Disloyal to the core. Rotten like
the rest of your subhuman race.

And you've got the gall
to make love to that girl.

That's enough.

Does she know what
she's getting, Spock?

A carcass full of memory banks

who should be squatting
on a mushroom

instead of passing
himself off as a man?

You belong in a circus, Spock,
not a starship.

Right next to the dog-faced boy.

[KIRK GRUNTING]

Had enough?

I didn't realize what it took
to get under that thick hide of yours.

Anyhow, I don't know
what you're so mad about.

It isn't every first officer
who gets to belt his captain.

Several times.

You did that to me deliberately.

Believe me, Mr. Spock,

it was painful in more ways than one.

The spores.

They're gone.

I don't belong anymore.

You said they were benevolent
and peaceful.

Violent emotions overwhelm them,
destroy them.

I had to make you angry enough
to shake off their influence.

That's the answer, Mr. Spock.

That may be correct, captain.

But trying to initiate a brawl

with over 500 crewmen
and colonists is hardly logical.

I had something else in mind.

Can you put together
a subsonic transmitter?

Something we could hook
into the communications station

and broadcast over
the communicator?

- It can be done.
- Good. Let's get to work.

SPOCK:
Captain.

Striking a fellow officer
is a court-martial offense.

Well, if we're both in the brig,

who's gonna build
the subsonic transmitter?

That is quite logical, captain.

Well, now, it's a little early
to be counting stars, Miss Leila.

I'm waiting for Mr. Spock
and the captain to transport down.

They have some equipment
to be moved.

But it's been so long.

I wish he'd come back.

Well, now, I think
I can fix that for you.

Enterprise.

[BEEPS]

Enterprise. Spock here.

This is Leila.

I borrowed the doctor's
communicator.

I was worried something might
have happened to you.

You are all right, aren't you?

Yes.

Yes, I'm-- I'm quite well.

Can I come aboard?

I've never seen a starship before.

And I want to talk to you.

Are you still at the beam-down point?

And is the doctor there?

Yes, to both questions.

Give your communicator
back to Dr. McCoy.

You won't need it to beam up.

It'll take a few moments.
Just wait there.

Out.

Mr. Spock.

Miss Kalomi is
strictly your concern,

but should you talk to her while she's
still under the influence of the spores?

I'll be back shortly, captain.

[TRANSPORTER HUMMING]

You're no longer with us, are you?

I felt something was wrong.

It was necessary.

Come back to the planet with me.

You can belong again.

Come back with me, please.

I can't.

I love you.

I said that six years ago,

and I can't seem to stop
repeating myself.

On Earth, you couldn't give
anything of yourself.

You couldn't even put
your arms around me.

We couldn't have anything
together there.

We couldn't have anything
together anyplace else.

But we're happy here.

I can't lose you now, Mr. Spock.
I can't.

I have a responsibility to this ship.

To that man on the bridge.

I am what I am, Leila,

and if there are
self-made purgatories,

and we all have to live in them,

mine can be no worse
than someone else's.

I have lost you, haven't I?

Not only you.

I've lost all of it.

The spores.

I've lost them too.

The captain discovered
that strong emotions

and needs destroy
the spore influence.

And this is for my good?

Do you mind if I say I still love you?

You never told me if you
had another name, Mr. Spock.

You couldn't pronounce it.

They'll not hear this, of course.

It'll be more of a sensation
of feeling it.

As though somebody had put
itching powder on their skin.

Precisely.

Now, it should begin to work
on their nerves in a few minutes.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING]

- Sorry, DeSalle.
- What do you think you're doing?

- I said I was sorry.
- More like you're clumsy.

If you hadn't gotten in my way...

Come on, break it up. Break it up.

SANDOVAL:
Well, doctor,

I've been thinking about
what sort of work I can assign you to.

What do you mean?

What sort of work? I'm a doctor.

Not anymore, of course.

We don't need you. Not as a doctor.

Oh, no?

Would you like to see just how fast
I can put you in a hospital?

I am the leader of this colony.

I'll assign you to whatever work
I think is suitable.

MCCOY:
Just a minute.

Better make me a mechanic.

Then I can treat
little tin gods like you.

Sorry, Sandoval.

I don't know what made me do that.

We've done nothing here.

No accomplishments. No progress.

Three years wasted.

We wanted to make
this planet a garden.

You can't stay here.

You can't survive without the spores.

After you've cleared at the starbase,
you could be relocated.

It depends upon what you want.

I think I'd...

I think we'd like
to get some work done.

The work we started out to do.

Enterprise.

Enterprise. Spock here.

This is McCoy.

Sandoval would like
to talk to the captain.

Just a moment.

They're all beginning
to call in, captain.

Rather contritely, I should say.

Sandoval wishes to speak to you.

Put him on the speaker. Kirk here.

Captain, as I understood it, you were
to transport us to Starbase 27.

We'll give you every cooperation.

Start making preparations,
Mr. Sandoval.

We'll begin transporting
your people aboard

as soon as more
of our crew checks in.

Well, Jim, I've just examined
the last of the colonists.

They're all in absolutely
perfect, perfect health.

A fringe benefit left over
by the spores.

Good.

Well, that's the second time
man's been thrown out of paradise.

No, no, Bones. This time
we walked out on our own.

Maybe we weren't meant
for paradise.

Maybe we were meant
to fight our way through.

Struggle, claw our way up,
scratch for every inch of the way.

Maybe we can't stroll
to the music of the lute.

We must march
to the sound of drums.

Poetry, captain?

Non-regulation.

We haven't heard much from you
about Omicron Ceti III, Mr. Spock.

I have little to say about it, captain.

Except that...

...for the first time in my life,

I was happy.