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SPOCK: Our scanner survey
was correct, captain.

There it is, pure tritanium.

Fantastic.

Twenty times as hard as diamond.

21.4 times as hard, to be exact.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.

Scotty, you can mark
this vein as confirmed.

Inform Starfleet I recommend that they
dispatch a survey vessel immediately.

SCOTTY:
Acknowledged, captain.

They'll send a vessel fast enough
for this rich a find.

We won't be able to break it, captain.
I'll phaser off a specimen.

Lesley.

[SNIFFING]

Do you smell that?

A sweet odor, like honey.

It was years ago on another planet.

A thing with an odor like that.

We're in the growing season in
this hemisphere of this planet, captain.

There are doubtless
many pollen aromas.

- Rizzo.
- Yes, sir.

Take your men.

Make a swing
around our perimeter.

Scan for dikironium
in the atmosphere.

Set your phasers on disruptor-B.

If you see any gaseous cloud,
fire immediately.

You're on red alert.
Make a sweep.

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPS]

SCOTTY:
Ready to beam back aboard, captain?

Negative, Scotty.
We're checking something out.

The USS Yorktown is expecting
to rendezvous with us

in less than eight hours, captain.
That doesn't give us much time.

Acknowledged. Continue standing by.
Kirk out.

Captain, dikironium exists
only in laboratory experiments.

It's gone.

I could've been wrong.

The last time
I caught an odor like that...

...was 11 years ago.

[BEEPING]

It seemed to read dikironium
for a minute, and then I lost it.

[BEEPING]

It's almost like something
out there knows I'm scanning it.

And it kind of

keeps changing itself
into something different.

That isn't possible.
Nothing could do that.

[GRUNTING]

- Captain!
- Kirk here.

Captain,

there's a strange cloud, sir.

[CHOKING]

A cloud... A cloud...

Fire into it immediately!

Help.

Spock.

Dead.

And you'll find every red corpuscle
gone from their body.

Rizzo's alive. Barely.

Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty,
lock in on us. Medical emergency.

Do you think you know
what it was, captain?

Something that can't possibly exist.

But it does.

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 3619.2.

With the mysterious death
of two crewmen,

all personnel on the planet have
been evacuated back to the ship.

- Autopsy report, doctor.
- How's Ensign Rizzo?

- Still unconscious, sir.
- Transfusions?

Continuing as rapidly as possible.

His blood count is still
60 percent less than normal.

- Kirk to Bridge.
- Spock here.

Ready to leave orbit, captain.

- Hold your position.
- Cutting in, if I may, captain.

The USS Yorktown is expecting
to rendezvous with us

in less than seven hours.

Then you'll inform them
that we might be a little late.

Jim, the Yorktown's ship surgeon
will wanna know how late.

Those vaccines he's transferring
to us are highly perishable.

Spock again, captain.

Those medical supplies are
badly needed on planet Theta VII.

They are expecting us
to get them there on time.

Gentlemen,

we are remaining in orbit until
I find out more about those deaths.

On my responsibility.
I am perfectly aware

that it might cost lives
on Theta VII. Kirk out.

- Autopsy report.
- You saw their color.

There wasn't a red corpuscle
left in their bodies.

- Marks, cuts, incisions of any kind?
- Not a one.

What happened
is medically impossible.

I suggest you look at the record tapes
of past similar occurrences.

You'll find the USS Farragut
lists casualties 11 years ago

from exactly the same
impossible causes.

Thank you, captain.
I'll check those tapes immediately.

First, can you bring Ensign Rizzo
to consciousness for a moment?

- Yes, but it--
- Will it hurt him if you do so?

In his present condition, I don't think
it would make much difference.

Then do so.

Transfusion completed, sir.

His pulse and respiration
are still far below normal.

Give him 1 cc of cordrazine, nurse.

[SIGHS]

Yes, sir.

Rizzo.

This is the captain.
Can you hear me?

Do you remember
what happened to you?

Remem-- Remember?

I'm cold.

I'm so cold.

You were attacked by something.

When that happened, did you notice

an odor of any kind?

Rizzo.

Rizzo!

Do you remember a sickly sweet
odor? Did you smell it?

Yes. Yes.

A smell, a strange smell.
It was like--

Like being smothered in honey.

Did you feel

a presence, an intelligence?

It was trying to draw
strength from us.

I felt it.

It was-- It was--

It was there.

He's beginning to sleep again, Jim.
I can't risk another shot.

He's already told me
what I wanted to know.

I wouldn't depend too much on what
he says in that half-conscious state.

He could be dreaming, saying what
he thought he wanted you to hear.

You check those record tapes.

I want your medical analysis
as quickly as possible.

Well, what's with the captain?
I've never seen him like that before.

I intend to find out.

I'll be in the medical-record library.

Oh, captain. Subspace
message from Starfleet.

- They're inquiring--
- Not now, lieutenant.

Have the security duty officer
report to me on the Bridge.

- Aye, sir.
- Spock?

Continuing scanning, captain.

Still no readings of life forms
on the planet surface.

Let's assume that it's
something so completely different

that our sensors would
not identify it as a life form.

You mentioned dikironium, captain.

Suppose it was composed
of that rare element.

A strange, gaseous creature.

I have scanned
for that element, captain.

There is no trace of dikironium on the
planet surface or in the atmosphere.

Suppose it camouflaged itself.

Let's assume that it's intelligent,
that it knows that we're looking for it.

To hide from a sensor scan,

it would have to be able to change
its molecular structure.

Like gold changing itself to lead,
or wood changing itself to ivory.

You've just suggested something...

...that never occurred to me.

It may provide some answers
to a tape record

which I think you'll find Dr. McCoy
is looking at this very moment.

Chekov, take over on scanner.

GARROVICK:
Ensign Garrovick reporting, sir.

- Are you the new security officer?
- Yes, sir.

- Was your father--?
- Yes, sir, he was.

But I don't expect any
special treatment on that account.

- You'll get none aboard this ship.
- Yes, sir.

Captain, I have a report
on Ensign Rizzo.

He's dead, sir.

You knew Rizzo?

Yes, sir. We were good friends.

Graduated the Academy together.

You'll get a crack at what killed him.
Interested?

Yes, I am, sir.

I want four men armed with
phaser-twos set for disruptor effect.

Join me in the Transporter Room
in five minutes.

You'll accompany me
to the planet's surface.

Yes, sir.

[BEEPING]

The reading is changing, sir.

Spock was right.
Notice the molecular shift.

Dikironium reading now, sir.

Bearing 94, mark 7.
Angle of elevation, 6 degrees.

- Holding steady.
- Over that rise.

Take two men,
circle around to the left.

I'll take the other two
and go the other way.

That creature is dangerous.
If you see it, fire full phasers.

Yes, sir.

Bensen, Bardoli,

come with me.

A phaser! Come on!

Garrovick, did you--?

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 3619.6.

One of the men in critical condition,

the other is dead. And I--

I am now even more convinced

that this is not only
an intelligent creature,

but the same which decimated
the crew of the USS Farragut

11 years ago
in another part of the galaxy.

Both Spock and McCoy
are doubtful of this,

and I sense they also doubt
my decision to stay and fight the thing.

Why am I keeping the ship here?

Ensign Garrovick, we've studied
your report. Mr. Spock, will you begin?

What was the size
of the thing you saw, ensign?

I'd say it measured from, uh,
10 to 60 cubic meters, sir.

It varied in size,
fluctuated as it moved.

- Composition?
- It was like a...

A gaseous cloud.

Parts of it, I could see through.
Other parts were more dense.

Ensign, did you sense any
intelligence in this gaseous cloud?

Did I what, sir?

Did you get any subconscious
impressions that this was a creature,

a living, thinking thing, rather than just
a strange cloud of chemical elements?

No, sir.

But you didn't come into
actual contact with it, did you?

No, sir, I was furthest away from it.

It seemed to come out of nowhere,

hovered for a moment,
then moved toward my men.

It was fast, incredibly fast.

- Did you say it hovered?
- Yes, sir.

- You did fire at it, didn't you?
- Yes, sir, I did.

What distance were you
from the creature?

About 20 yards, sir.

You fired at a large hovering target
at that distance, and missed?

Yes, uh--

Well, I didn't fire
while it was hovering, sir.

You mean you froze?

No. Sir,

- I didn't exactly freeze.
- Well, what exactly were you doing?

Well, I was startled for a second,

and then by the time I fired,
the thing was already moving.

Do you have any
further information?

- No, sir.
- You have any further questions?

I, uh...

I only hesitated for a moment, sir.

I'm sorry.

Ensign, you're relieved of all duties
and confined to quarters

- until further notice.
- Yes, sir.

- You were a little hard on the boy.
- He froze.

One man was killed,
another may die.

Captain, scientifically--

You'll both be filing reports.

Make your comments
and recommendations then.

Captain, while we wait,
I've taken the liberty

of cleaning the radioactive disposal
vent on Number 2 Impulse Engine,

but we'll be ready to leave orbit
in half an hour.

We're not leaving orbit, Mr. Scott,
not that quickly.

- Captain.
- Yes?

Yorktown requesting
information on how soon

- we expect to rendezvous with them.
- Thank you.

The medicine for Theta VII colony
is not only needed desperately,

- it has a limited stability--
- I'm aware of the situation, engineer.

And I'm getting a little tired of my
senior officers conspiring against me.

Forgive me. Perhaps I shouldn't have
used the word "conspired."

Agreed, sir.

- Scanner readings.
- Nothing, sir. Continuing to scan.

Are you aware that it can
change its molecular structure?

Yes, sir.

Are you scanning
for any unusual movement?

- Yes, sir.
- Any type of gaseous cloud?

We've run a full
scanner probe twice.

Well, then run it 20 times,
if that's what it takes.

I hope I'm not disturbing you, doctor.

Interrupting another autopsy report is
no disturbance, Mr. Spock. It's a relief.

I need your advice.

Then I need a drink.

I do not understand your reasoning.

You need advice from me?
You must be kidding.

I do not joke, doctor.

Perhaps I should
rephrase my statement.

I require an opinion.

There are many aspects of human
irrationality I do not yet comprehend.

Obsession, for one.

The persistent, single-minded
fixation on one idea.

- Jim and his creature.
- Precisely.

Have you studied the incident
involving the USS Farragut?

No, with all these deaths
and injuries,

I've only had a chance
to scan the tapes.

There are eight or ten hours
of record tapes there.

Fortunately, I read somewhat faster.
In brief, doctor,

nearly half the crew and the captain
were annihilated.

The captain's name was Garrovick.

- The same as our ensign.
- His father.

Among the survivors
was a young officer

on his first deep-space assignment:

James T. Kirk.

And there is still more.

I suggest you study this.

KIRK:
Personal log, stardate 3620.7.

Have I the right
to jeopardize my crew, my ship,

for a feeling
I can't even put into words?

No man achieves Starfleet Command
without relying on intuition,

but have I made a rational decision?

Am I letting the horrors of the past
distort my judgment of the present?

Mind if I come in?

Kirk to Bridge. Scanner report.

CHEKOV: Continuing scanning, sir.
No unusual readings.

Maintain search. Kirk out.

It can't have just vanished.

Sometimes they do, if we're lucky.

Monsters come in many forms.

And you know the greatest
monster of them all, Jim?

- Guilt.
- Get to the point.

Jim, when a young officer is exposed
to unknown dangers for the first time,

he's under tremendous
emotional stress.

Now, we all know that--

Ensign Garrovick
is a ship-command decision.

You're straying
out of your field, doctor.

Am I?

I was speaking of Lieutenant
James T. Kirk of the starship Farragut.

Eleven years ago,
you were the young officer

at the phaser station
when something attacked.

According to the tapes,

this young Lieutenant Kirk
insisted upon blaming himself.

Because I delayed in firing at it.

You had a normal emotion.
You were startled.

You delayed firing for a grand total
of perhaps two seconds.

If I hadn't delayed,
it would have been killed.

Oh? The ship's exec
didn't seem to think so.

His log entry was quite
clear on the subject:

"Lieutenant Kirk
is a fine young officer

who performed
with uncommon bravery."

Don't you understand?

It killed 200 crewmen.

Captain Garrovick was very
important to you, wasn't he, Jim?

Yes.

He was my commanding officer
from the day I left the Academy.

One of the finest men I ever knew.

I could've killed that thing if
I had fired soon enough the first time.

You don't know that, Jim.
You don't know that any more

than you know that Garrovick
could've destroyed it.

I can't help how I feel. There's

an intelligence about it, Bones.

A malevolence. It's evil.

It must be destroyed.

Don't be so obsessed.

Obsessed?

That you could destroy yourself,
your career.

A young boy who reminds you
of yourself 11 years ago.

Don't push our friendship
past the point where I have to take--

I'm not, Jim!

This is professional, captain.

I am preparing a medical-log
entry on my estimation

of the physical and emotional
condition of a starship captain.

Which requires a witness
of command grade.

Do I take it, doctor, commander,

that both of you, or either of you,

consider me unfit or incapacitated?

Correctly phrased, captain,
as recommended in the manual.

Our reply, also as
recommended, is:

Sir, we have noted
in your recent behavior

certain items which
on the surface seem unusual.

We respectfully ask permission
to inquire further and--

Blast it, forget the manual!

Ask your questions.

Sir, the USS Yorktown is waiting
now at the rendezvous point.

- It carries perishable drugs--
- Forget the recitation. I know the facts.

They need those vaccines
on Theta VII, captain.

Now, why are we delaying here?

Because I'm convinced that
this is the same creature

that attacked the Farragut
11 years ago.

- "Creature," captain?
- My report is on the tapes.

As it attacked us
11 years ago, as I

lost consciousness,

I could feel the
intelligence of the thing.

I could sense it thinking, planning.

You say you could sense
its intelligence, captain. How?

Did it communicate with you?

You state that it happened
just as you lost consciousness.

Now, the semiconscious mind
is a very tricky thing.

A man never knows just how much
is real or how much is imagination.

Whatever it is, doctor, whatever it is,

- wouldn't you call it deadly?
- Yes, there's no doubt about that.

And what if it is the same creature
that attacked 11 years ago

from a planet over 1000
light years from here?

Obviously, captain,

if it is an intelligent creature,
if it is the same one,

if it therefore is capable
of space travel,

it could pose a grave threat
to inhabited planets.

A lot of "ifs," I agree.

But in my command judgment,
they outweigh other factors.

Intuition, however illogical,
Mr. Spock,

is recognized as
a command prerogative.

- We're not trying to gang up on you.
- And you haven't, doctor.

You've expressed the proper concern,
you've asked the proper questions.

You've both done your duty.

Now, may I ask what medical-log
entry you intend to make?

At this point, my medical log
remains open.

In that case, gentlemen--

- CHEKOV: Bridge to captain. Come in.
- Kirk here.

I have a reading on
the whatever it is, captain.

Leaving the planet surface,
heading into space.

All decks, red alert. Red alert.
Prepare to leave orbit.

[ALARM WAILING]

Captain, we can't maintain
warp 8 speed much longer.

Pressures are approaching
the critical point.

Range, Mr. Chekov?

0.04 light years ahead.

Our phasers won't reach it, sir.

We are barely closing on it, captain.
We could be pursuing it for days.

If necessary.

Do what you can
to increase our speed, Scott.

Aye, sir.

Extreme magnification, Mr. Chekov.

Magnification 12.

There, sir. There, got it.

Spock,

how do you read that?

Conflicting data, captain.

It seems to be in a borderline state
between matter and energy,

elements of both.

It could possibly use
gravitational fields for propulsion.

And you don't find that
sophisticated, Mr. Spock?

Extremely efficient, captain.

Whether that indicates intelligence
is another matter.

Open hatch on
Impulse Engine Number 2.

Mr. Scott was doing
an AID cleanup on it.

We won't be using the
impulse engines. Turn the alarm off.

Aye, sir.

Captain, we can't do it.

If we keep this speed,
we'll blow up any minute now.

Go to warp 6.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Hi.

Everyone else is at alert stations,
so I brought you some dinner.

- I'm not hungry.
- Doctor's orders.

What's happening?

Are we still chasing that thing
halfway across the galaxy? Yes.

Has the captain lost
his sense of balance? Maybe.

Is the entire crew
about ready to explode? Positively.

- You're lucky you're out of it.
- What do you mean, out of it?

I caused it.

You know that too, don't you?

If I'd fired my phaser
quickly enough on Argus X,

this wouldn't have happened.

Your self-pity is a terrible first course.
Why don't you try the soup instead?

I told you, Christine, I'm not hungry.

Dr. McCoy thought you
might say something like that.

This is his officially logged
prescription for you.

It has one word on it: "Eat."

Now, if you don't follow his orders,

Dr. McCoy could,
and possibly would,

have you hauled down to Sickbay
and fed intravenously.

- What's that?
- Hmm? This?

"A Survey on
Cygnian Respiratory Diseases"?

I thought you took Garrovick some
food. What were you doing with this?

Applying psychology.

The creature is slowing.
It's down to warp 2.

Reduce speed.

Approach slowly.

I don't understand.
It was outrunning us.

Maybe it's decided to fight.

- Phasers ready?
- Phasers show ready, sir.

[ALARM WAILING]

KIRK [OVER LOUDSPEAKER]:
Battle stations.

All decks to battle stations.
This is not a drill.

All decks to battle stations.

MAN:
Scanner to Bridge.

It's coming to a full halt, sir.

Magnification 1.

Move in closely, Mr. Chekov.
Sublight one-quarter speed.

Captain, request permission
to return to my post.

Within phaser range, sir.

Lock all phasers on target.

- Locked on target.
- Fire phasers, Mr. Chekov.

Phasers ineffectual, sir.

Photon torpedoes.
Minimum spread pattern.

Minimum pattern ready, sir.

Fire photon torpedoes.

There. It's coming, sir.

- Deflectors up.
- Deflectors up, sir.

- The deflectors will not stop it, captain.
- That's impossible!

I should have surmised this.

For the creature to be able
to use gravity as a propulsive force,

it would have to have this capacity.

Five seconds to contact.

All hatches and vents secure.
All lights on the board show green.

Sir! The Number 2 Impulse Vent,
we have a red light on it.

Captain, something's entered
through the Number 2 Impulse Vent.

Negative pressure in all ship's vents.
Alert all decks.

Report.

When it entered
Impulse Engine Number 2's vent,

it attacked two crewmen,
then got into the ventilating system,

and now we have air
for only two hours.

Bones.

One man has a
chance for survival,

the other is dead.

You can add that little price tag
to your monster hunt.

- That's enough, Bones.
- It's not enough!

You didn't care, as long as you could
hang your trophy on the wall.

Well, it's not on it, captain.
It's in it.

Gentlemen, may I suggest
we no longer belabor the question

of whether or not we should have
gone after the creature.

The matter has been
rendered academic.

The creature is now after us.

- "Creature," Mr. Spock?
- It turned and attacked, doctor.

Its method was well-considered
and intelligent.

Yes, well,

it could have been
many light years away from us.

Instead it chose to turn
and attack here. Why?

Impossible to tell, captain, until I can
make a closer survey of the creature.

Scotty, try flushing the radioactive
waste into the ventilation system.

- See what effect that has.
- Aye.

I'm sorry, Jim. I was wrong.

Captain.

The creature's ability
to throw itself out of time sync

makes it possible
for it to be elsewhere

in the instant the phaser hits.

There is, therefore, no basis
for your self-recrimination.

If you had fired on time
and on target 11 years ago,

it would have made no more
difference than it did an hour ago.

Captain Garrovick
would still be dead.

The fault was not yours, Jim.

In fact, there was no fault.

If you wanna play analyst, Spock,

use someone else, not me.

My concern is with the ship
and the crew.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

Come in.

Ensign, am I correct in my assumption
that you've been disturbed

by what you consider to be
a failure on your part?

I would like you to consider

that the hesitation for which
you are blaming yourself

is a hereditary trait of your species.

When suddenly faced
by the unknown or imminent danger,

a human will invariably experience
a split second of indecision.

He hesitates.

Do I have your attention, ensign?

Yes, sir.

I know you would prefer to wallow
in a pool of emotion rather than--

Mr. Spock, it's very kind of you
to come here--

Kindness, Mr. Garrovick,
is another human emotion.

And I believe
we have enough of that.

I simply would like you
to accept the fact

that your reaction has its basis
in a physio--

Do you smell something?

- Sir, it's coming through the vent.
- Get out! I'll attempt to seal it off.

Sir, the creature's in my cabin.
It's got Mr. Spock.

On my way, Garrovick.
Security to 341. Medical alert.

Scotty, reverse cabin pressure, 341.

KIRK:
Security, hold it.

- Tricorder.
- Jim, Spock may be dying.

If we let that thing into the ship,
he'll have a lot of company.

I must have jammed the
vent control when I hit it.

See if the reverse pressure has pulled
it back into the ventilation system.

He saved my life, captain.

I should be lying dead in there,
not him.

Fortunately, neither of us
is dead, ensign.

The reverse pressure worked.
The vent is closed.

Don't misunderstand
my next question.

Mr. Spock, why aren't you dead?

It's that green blood of his.

My hemoglobin is
based on copper, not iron.

I'll bet he left a bad taste
in the creature's mouth too.

Colloquially expressed,
but essentially correct.

Yes.

[SNIFFS]

The scent is different.

I think I understand something now.

Do you believe you're in
communication with the creature?

I don't know what it is, Mr. Spock.

But you remember I said
the thing was alive.

It may not be communication
as we understand it,

but I did know it was alive and...

...intelligent.

And I think
I know something else now.

SCOTTY [OVER INTERCOM]:
Engineering to Captain Kirk.

Engineering to Captain Kirk.

- Kirk here.
- Scott, captain.

The creature's moving back toward
the Number 2 Impulse Vent.

The radioactive flushing
may be affecting it.

Open the vent. On my way
to the Bridge. Kirk out.

Ensign Garrovick.

Yes, sir.

You were on the Bridge
when we were attacked.

Uh, yes, I'm sorry, sir.
I know I was confined to quarters--

Very commendable, ensign.

What was your impression
of the battle?

- I don't understand, sir.
- I'm asking for your military appraisal.

The techniques used
against the creature.

Ineffective, captain.

I realize, captain, you did everything
you could do. I know that.

It's just nothing works
against a monster

that can do the things
that thing does.

And, ensign, what is your appraisal
of your conduct on the planet?

- I delayed firing.
- And if you hadn't delayed firing?

Mm.

No difference, ensign.

No weapon known
would have made any difference.

Then...

...or 11 years ago.

Report for duty, ensign.

Yes, captain.

Thank you, sir.

- Report, Mr. Chekov.
- Results positive, captain.

The creature has left the ship
at high warp speed

and is already
nearly out of scanner range.

The way that thing
can move, captain.

- I wouldn't believe it.
- Direction, Mr. Spock?

It was bearing 1-2-7, mark 9,
but I have lost it now.

Mr. Scott, I'll need all the speed
you can deliver.

Keep at it until we begin
to shake apart. Kirk out.

I believe I know where it's going.

It has changed course before
to mislead us, captain.

- Logic would dictate--
- No, I'm playing intuition.

Mr. Chekov, compute a course
for the Tycho star system.

- Computed and on the board, sir.
- Ahead full.

CHEKOV:
Ahead full, sir.

Lieutenant Uhura, contact Starfleet
and the USS Yorktown.

Frequency open and clear, sir.

Inform them that we are pursuing the
creature to Planet IV of that system.

That's the location of its attack
on the USS Farragut 11 years ago.

I do not understand, captain.

In Garrovick's quarters, I said the
scent of the creature was different.

Something in my mind said "home."

And do you know
where home is, captain?

Yes, I think I do.

I don't know how I know, but home...

...is where it fought a starship
once before.

Give them our tactical situation.

Inform them I'm committing this vessel
to the destruction of the creature.

We will rendezvous...
Roundtrip time, Mr. Chekov?

1.7 days, sir.

We will rendezvous
with the USS Yorktown

in 48 hours.

I assume you now believe we should
pursue the creature and destroy it.

- Precisely.
- You don't agree with Mr. Spock?

It's the time factor that bothers me.
Those drugs are perishable.

Doctor, evidence indicates
the creature is here to spawn.

If so, it will reproduce by fission,
not just into two parts,

but thousands.

Antimatter seems
our only possibility.

An ounce should be sufficient.

We can drain it
from the ship's engines,

transport it to the planet's surface
in a magnetic vacuum field.

Contact medical stores. I want as
much hemoplasm as they can spare

in the Transporter Room
in 15 minutes.

Yes, sir.

I presume you intend to use
the hemoplasm to attract the creature.

We must get it to the antimatter.

It seems attracted to red blood cells.
What better bait could we have?

There is still one problem, captain.

- The blast, yes.
- Exactly.

A matter-antimatter blast will rip away
half the planet's atmosphere.

If our vessel is in orbit
and encounters those shock waves...

A chance
we'll have to take, Mr. Spock.

We cannot be certain the transporter
will operate under those conditions.

If a man is beaming
up when that hits,

we may lose him.

That's exactly why I've decided
to set the trap myself.

Captain,

there is so little hemoglobin
in my green blood,

the creature could not
harm me extensively.

It therefore seems logical
for me to be the one--

Negative, Mr. Spock.

In case this plan fails,
I'll need you aboard the ship.

In that event,
we'll need another plan.

It will require two men
to transport the antimatter unit.

I'd like permission to go with you, sir.

I had you in mind, Mr. Garrovick.

- Kirk to Enterprise.
- Spock here, captain.

Proceed immediately
to maximum orbit.

Acknowledged.

Just think, captain, less than
one ounce of antimatter here

is more powerful than
10,000 cobalt bombs.

Let's hope it's as powerful
as man will ever get.

- Detonator.
- Aye, sir.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Spock here, captain.
Holding at 30,000 kilometers.

Antimatter container
positioned and armed.

I'll call you back when it's baited.
Kirk out.

Captain, look!

The hemoplasm.
The bait's already taken.

We'll have to use
something else for bait.

Sir, that thing only feeds on blood.

Garrovick, get back to the ship.

Tell them to prepare to detonate.

Captain, you're not gonna
be the bait.

I said, get back to the ship.

- Ensign, I gave you an order.
- Yes, sir.

[GRUNTING]

Consider yourself on report.
This is no time for heroics.

I have no intention of
sacrificing myself. At least, not yet.

Spock? Spock?

Spock here.

Scan us

and lock onto us.

It's going to be close.

Very, very close. Stand by.

Stand by, Enterprise.

I can smell it, captain.

It's sickly.

Honey-sweet.

Stand by, Enterprise.

Now! Energise and detonate!

Reset.

Energise.

CHEKOV [OVER INTERCOM]:
All decks, stand by. Shock waves!

- Do something.
- We are, doctor.

Cross-circuiting to A.

Got them. A piece of them, anyway.

Cross-circuiting to B.

Crazy way to travel. Spreading a man's
molecules all over the universe.

Captain. Thank heaven.

Mr. Scott, there was
no deity involved.

It was my cross-circuiting to B
that recovered them.

Well, then,
thank pitchforks and pointed ears.

As long as it worked, Jim.

That's a fair statement, Bones.

Now that the creature is dead,
let's save some lives.

We'll deliver your medicine.

- Bridge, this is Kirk.
- Uhura here.

Have Mr. Chekov lay a course
for rendezvous with the Yorktown.

- Maximum warp.
- Aye, sir.

Oh, ensign. Meet me in my quarters
when you've cleaned up.

I'd like to talk to you
about your father.

Several...

- ...tall stories I think you'd like to hear.
- Thank you, sir.

I would.