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[EXOTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Captain,
I think I'm going to like Argelius.

Obviously a man of good taste.

You mean to tell me that
all these women, that all this is...

Yes.

The Argelians think very highly
of their pleasure.

That's an understatement
if I ever heard one.

This is a completely
hedonistic society.

- Do you like her, Scotty?
- Aye.

- Why shouldn't I?
- KIRK: Good.

I've invited her to join us at the table.
I thought you might like to meet her.

Now, that's what I call a real captain.
Always thinking of his men.

[TAPPING]

Scotty, on Argelius they use the lights.

No one has to tell an old Aberdeen
pub-crawler how to applaud, captain.

KIRK:
Have one of our pillows?

'Tis a fine foggy night tonight, and I
doubt if anyone has ever told you

of the marvelous fogs
we have in Aberdeen.

KARA:
Never a word.

But I'm dying to learn.

Well then, why
don't I show you?

There's nothing like a walk
in the fog with a bonny lass.

Or a handsome gentleman.

Why don't we?

You don't mind, do you? I might
even get back to the ship on time.

We won't leave without you, Scotty.
Relax and enjoy yourself.

My work is never done.

McCOY: My work, Jim.
This is prescription stuff.

Don't forget, the explosion
that threw Scotty against the bulkhead

was caused by a woman.

Physically, he's all right.
Am I right in assuming that?

Yes. Matter of fact

considerable psychological damage
could have been caused.

For example,
his total resentment toward women.

He seems to be
overcoming his resentment.

In my professional opinion,
when he gets back to the ship

he's going to hate you
for making him leave Argelius.

But then, he will have lost
total resentment toward women.

Mission accomplished,
as far as Scotty is concerned.

Bones, I know a little place
across town where the women...

Yes, I know the
place. Let's go.

- I think it's...
- I think it's that way too.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

- She's dead, Jim.
- Stabbed a dozen times.

[SCOTTY GRUNTING]

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
3614.9. Planet Argelius II.

While on therapeutic shore leave,
Mr. Scott has fallen under suspicion

of having brutally murdered
an Argelian woman.

The chief city administrator,
a Mr. Hengist

has taken charge of the investigation,
but has learned little of value.

I don't know what to say, gentlemen.

Argelius is the last planet in the galaxy
I'd expect a thing like this to happen.

We're just as shocked as you are,
Mr. Hengist.

If this was my home
planet, Rigel IV,

I'd have a dozen investigators
working on the matter.

But they don't exist here.

You're not a native of Argelius, sir?

No. Argelius hires its administrative
officers from other planets.

The Argelians aren't very efficient,
you know. Gentle, harmless people.

Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott?

Now, are you sure
you've never seen this before?

I don't remember.

HENGIST:
Really, sir. That is hardly helpful.

Scotty, you left the cafe with the girl.
Do you remember that?

What happened next?

We were walking...

...the fog...

...I was up ahead,
trying to lead the way.

I heard the girl scream.

I remember starting to turn.

- I don't remember another thing.
- Scotty, you've got to remember.

Jim.

If he says he can't remember,
he probably doesn't. You know Scotty.

I know that a murder
has been committed.

You don't think by any chance Scotty...

It doesn't make any difference
what I think.

But you don't just
throw him to the wolves.

Bones, I have
a diplomatic responsibility.

This happened
under Argelian jurisdiction.

If they want to arrest him, try him,
even convict him,

I have to go along with it.

But he's suffering
from a severe concussion.

We'll do what we can.

It's not promising, captain.

Mr. Scott insists he
remembers nothing.

But my detector readings indicate only
his fingerprints on the murder weapon.

Mr. Hengist, there were other people
in the cafe at the time of the murder.

Several of them left just
before Mr. Scott and the girl did.

So I've been informed by the staff.

They're being located,
and we will question them.

But the outlook for
your friend is quite grim.

What is the law in these cases?

The law of Argelius is love.

Gentlemen, our prefect, Jaris.

Sir, Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy.

And this is my wife, Sybo.

And this man is Scott,
the one I sent you the message about.

He does not look like a
man capable of such an act.

Still, it's been so long.

Gentlemen, before our great
awakening 200 years ago

we had ways of learning
the truth in such matters.

We shall return to them.

The Argelian empathic contact?

You know of this?

Yes, we've heard of it.
I assumed it was a lost art.

My wife is a descendant
of the ancient priestesses of our land.

She has the ancestral gift.

Gentlemen, I have come
to invite you to my home.

Prefect, don't you think
this should be handled

in an official manner
through my office?

It shall be handled in an
official manner, Mr. Hengist,

since I am the highest official.

Gentlemen, let's proceed to my home,
where, with the aid of my wife...

...we shall learn the truth.

Please.

Depending on your wife's empathic
abilities is all very well, Prefect,

but there's one way we can find out
what it is Mr. Scott cannot remember.

Since you find it impossible
to let us go back up to our ship,

I can beam down a technician
with a psychotricorder.

Prefect,
it will give us a detailed account

of everything that's happened
to Mr. Scott in the last 24 hours.

I'd advise against it, Prefect.
This is purely an Argelian matter.

My wife must meditate for a time
before she is ready.

I see no reason why we should not
use that time to good advantage.

Very well, captain.

[BEEPS]

Kirk to Enterprise.

Enterprise, Spock here.

Mr. Spock, beam down a technician
with a psychotricorder, please.

Use these coordinates.

Acknowledged.
Coordinates received.

Kirk out.

Prefect, the psychotricorder
will require privacy

in order to be effective.

There is a small chamber
below this room.

Perhaps that will suffice.

Captain...

...news of this frightful murder...

...is spreading among my people.
They're greatly disturbed.

I have already heard talk
of closing Argelius to space vehicles.

KIRK:
Well, that would be most unfortunate.

Argelian hospitality is well-known,

as well as its strategic
importance as a space port.

Yes, I believe it's the only one
in the quadrant.

Captain.

HENGIST: There are other
people we should question.

Perhaps I should go
expedite their arrival here?

Please do so, Mr. Hengist.

Anyone connected with this murder
should be present at the ceremony.

Lieutenant Karen Tracy
reporting as ordered, captain.

Lieutenant, I want a 24-hour regressive
memory check made on Mr. Scott.

TRACY:
Yes, captain. Where shall I set up?

If you will just follow me, Lieutenant.

KIRK: Scotty, cooperate
completely with Lieutenant Tracy.

Maybe we can
clear this thing up.

I certainly hope so, sir.
I can't stand this not knowing.

McCOY:
Captain, under normal conditions,

Scotty would have
never done such a thing.

But that blow on the head.

It could put all his previous
behavior patterns into the junk heap.

Of course, there
is another possibility.

Explain.

Hysterical amnesia.

When a man feels guilty about
something too terrible to remember

he blots it out of
his conscious memory.

- Are you ready, Sybo?
- SYBO: I am ready.

- May I have the knife, please?
- Certainly.

Among other gifts, Sybo has the ability
to receive impressions

from inanimate objects.

Do you have it, captain?

The knife? No.

But I put it here when we arrived.
It's gone.

[TRACY SCREAMS]

KIRK:
Scotty.

McCOY:
She's dead, Jim.

Just like the other one.

Stabbed over and over again.

JARIS:
Drink this.

[SCOTTY MOANS]

An Argelian stimulant, doctor.
Quite effective and quite harmless.

Go ahead, Scotty.

Lieutenant...

Captain. Where's...

Lieutenant Tracy is dead, Scott.
You were found alone in the room.

- Dead? But...
- What happened down there?

I was...

...sitting there.

She was taking the readings...

...and now I'm sitting here.

Is that all that happened?

I tell you, I don't remember.
I must have passed out.

It could be, Jim. That head injury.

Oh.

That head injury.

Think, Scotty.

Captain, I've been trying.

I can't even believe
this is really happening.

There's no way into that place
from up here.

Prefect.

Is there another entrance
to that chamber?

JARIS: Yes, there's a door
that leads into the garden.

But that's been locked for years.

- Locks can be picked, Jim.
- Check it.

Prefect, both of these men were
at the cafe the night of the murder.

Where have they been
during the past few minutes?

- Captain, if you don't mind, please...
- KIRK: There's been another murder.

- One of my crew.
- The same as Kara.

Why, that's terrible.

You. My men picked you up near here.
What were you doing?

Please. I know nothing about it.
I didn't kill anyone.

- How was the girl killed?
- Stabbed.

And there's no sign of the weapon.

- If only I had facility...
- You.

You were a musician at the cafe.
You played for the murdered girl.

Since she was a little girl,
she danced for me.

She was my daughter.

Prefect, how could a thing like this
have happened here?

The man who did it must be found.
He must be punished.

And you.

You left the cafe
before Scott and Kara.

Is this true? Who are you?

Morla of Cantaba Street, Prefect.
I was there. I have nothing to hide.

Did you know Kara?

Of course he knew her.
They were to be married.

But he behaved disgraceful,
unheard of.

He was jealous of her.

- That is very disquieting.
- I know it was wrong, Prefect,

but I just couldn't help myself.
I loved her...

...and when she went over
to the table with these men,

I just could not stand to watch,
so I left. I went home.

KIRK: Jealousy has often
been a motive for murder.

Yes, I know.

That is why the emotion
is so strongly disapproved of here.

Prefect, I didn't kill anyone. I couldn't.

We shall see, Morla.

Sorry, Jim. The lock may
or may not have been picked.

Be hard to tell, even with the tricorder.

Can you prove
you went directly home?

Captain, may I continue
with the questions, please?

Well, get on with it, man,
just don't stand there.

Captain, you are behaving
very much like a man

who is desperately trying
anything to save his friend.

Would you be as desperate
to save Argelius

as a space port for your Starfleet?

Well, of course I'm trying
to save my friend...

...if he's innocent.
And he hasn't been proven guilty.

Need I remind you
of the circumstances, captain?

In both cases, your friend Scott
was discovered over the body,

and later claimed
to remember nothing.

SYBO:
I am ready, Jaris.

Gentlemen, sit down, please.

On one condition, Prefect:

that the room be sealed
so that no one can leave or enter

while the ceremony is going on.

JARIS:
The room is sealed.

Captain, do you mean my neck
is going to depend

on some spooky mumbo-jumbo?

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPS]

- Kirk here.
- SPOCK: Spock here, captain.

- May I have a word with you?
- Yes.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Yes, Mr. Spock.

Concerning the situation
you related to us,

in my opinion,
the Argelian empathic contact

is an interesting phenomenon.

But the technique is not sound
enough to risk a man's life.

What do you suggest, Mr. Spock?

Simply that we beam Mr. Scott
on board the Enterprise

and employ our computers
to learn the truth.

These are a proud people. They have
their own customs, their own laws.

And while we're here,
we're subject to them.

It is absolutely imperative

that this matter be resolved
according to Argelian law.

- Is that clear?
- Quite clear, captain.

I don't like it anymore than you do,
but there's nothing we can do about it.

Kirk out.

SYBO: Let us begin.
Let the circle not be broken.

Concentrate upon the flame
which burns upon the Altar of Truth.

Yes.

There is something here.

Something terrible. I feel its presence.

Fear, anger, hatred.

Anger feeds the flame.

[MOANING]

There is evil here,
monstrous, terrible evil.

Consuming hunger.

Hatred of all that lives,
hatred of women.

A hunger that never dies.

It is strong, overpowering.

An ancient terror. It has a name.

Beratis, Kesla, Redjac.

Devouring all life, all light.

A hunger that will never die!

Redjac!

[SYBO SCREAMS]

Three murders...

...and Scotty the only
possible answer each time.

I don't care what the
circumstances indicate, Jim.

- Scotty simply could not have done it.
- Normally, no.

- But that blow on his head could...
- No, captain.

Scotty, I'm sorry.

You don't even remember
whether you did it or not.

I agree with you, captain.

I am perfectly satisfied
Mr. Scott is guilty.

- But not responsible.
- That is unproven.

- We can prove it. If he's insane.
- Gentlemen, please.

How could any man
do such monstrous things?

KIRK:
That's what we hope to find out, sir.

Mr. Scott?

Sir, I swear to you,
I did not kill your wife

or the other ladies.

By your own admission, you don't
know whether you did or didn't.

- Your so-called failing memory...
- Mr. Hengist.

On the Enterprise we can make
a recording of the registrations

of Mr. Scott's conscious
and subconscious mind.

And they will tell us what happened
to him in the recent past.

There would be no room for doubt.
We would know.

And after all, that's what we're after,
isn't it, Prefect? To know?

JARIS: You, sir, claim to
remember nothing about the murders.

Aye.

If this is so, you may have killed
without knowing it.

Will your machines tell us this?

No doubt will remain.

Very well.

We will go to your ship.

And he who is guilty
will face the ancient penalties,

barbaric and horrible
though they may be.

The ancient penalty for murder
was death by slow torture.

That law has never been changed.

Do you understand that, Mr. Scott?

Aye, I understand.

KIRK:
Captain's Log, Stardate 3615.4.

With Mr. Scott
in a technical state of arrest,

we've beamed aboard the Enterprise
to continue the investigation.

Each testifier will sit here,
place his hand on this plate.

Any deviation from the factual truth
will be immediately detected

and relayed to this computer,
which will, in turn, notify us.

Dr. McCoy has already fed
the computer his medical reports.

Our laboratory experts
are examining the murder weapon...

...and will give their data
to the computers for analysis.

Shall we begin?

Mr. Scott, will you take the stand?

Computer, identity verification.

COMPUTER: Working. Lieutenant
Commander Montgomery Scott.

Serial number: SE19754T.

Verified.

Subject's present physical condition?

COMPUTER: Working. Subject
recently received severe blow on skull.

Damage healing.
Some peripheral abnormalities.

Sufficient abnormalities to account
for periods of functional amnesia?

Working. Negative.

Captain, I don't see how that can be.

Unless Scotty's lying
about his loss of memory.

I'm not lying, captain.

I don't remember a thing
about the first two murders.

Computer, accuracy scan.

Subject relaying accurate account.
No physiological changes.

Captain...

...I didn't black out
when Mr. Jaris' wife was killed.

All right, Scotty. Let's have it.

We were holding hands.

When the lights went out,
the circle was broken.

I heard the poor lady scream

and, as I was near the head
of the table anyway,

I went toward her,
but there was something in my way.

Something? You mean, someone.

No, captain. Something.

Cold it was, like a stinking draft
out of a slaughterhouse.

But it wasn't really there.

Like...

If you know what I mean.

Computer?

Subject relaying accurate account.
No physiological changes.

All right. Let's hit it on the head.

Scotty, did you kill Sybo?

No, captain. That I'm sure of.

He's been saying that right along.
Means no more now than it did before.

Scotty, lie to me. How old are you?

Uh, 22, sir.

Inaccurate. Data in error.

[WHIRRING]

After the lights went out, Mr. Scott,
who was holding your hand?

Morla on the one side,
and you on the other, sir.

But that doesn't mean anything,
captain,

with a room that small.
The lights were out.

Anyone would have
had time to kill the lady.

But I remind you, we found Mr. Scott
holding her in his arms. The knife...

I'm sorry, sir, but I must.

The knife still in her back,
and blood on his hands.

The verifier showed
that he was telling the truth

when he said he didn't kill her.

There were two other
women murdered.

Mr. Scott...

...did you kill Kara?

I don't remember.

Did you kill Lieutenant Tracy?

I don't remember.

Computer, accuracy scan.

Subject relaying accurate account.
No physiological changes.

All that proves
is that he's telling the truth

when he says he
doesn't remember.

This is a waste of time.

KIRK:
After we take the testimony here,

we'll run a psychotricorder analysis

of Mr. Scott's memory, which is what
we wanted to do on the surface.

That will give us a complete record.
Will that satisfy you, Mr. Hengist?

Well, if you can convince me
that the machine is incapable of error

and if it shows
he didn't kill the women.

There will be no error.

As for the rest of it,
the readings will show.

I think you can step down now,
Mr. Scott, if there are no objections.

I object to the entire procedure.

Mr. Hengist,
we are here on my authority.

We will cooperate.

Prefect, I know you mean well,
but I've had experience--

For the time being, we will accept
Captain Kirk's explanation

of the machine's accuracy
as factual.

I do, however, reserve to myself the
right to make the final determination.

We can ask no more.
Mr. Morla, will you take the stand?

Where were you at the time
that Kara was murdered?

I'm not sure.
Walking home, I assume.

I was angry.

Anger is a relative state, sir.

Were you angry enough
to do violence?

I've never done violence in my life.
I don't think that I could.

You've got to believe me.
I wouldn't kill her. I couldn't.

I loved her, and she loved me.

That's not true.

He might think she loved him,
but she didn't.

She told me. He was jealous...

...all the time.
They fought constantly.

Did you kill Lieutenant Tracy?

No.

- Did you kill Sybo?
- No.

Computer, verification scan.

Subject relaying accurate account,
though some statements subjective.

No physiological changes.

All right, Mr. Morla.
I think you can step down now.

Sybo spoke of a hunger
that never dies.

Something that thrives on fear...

...terror, death.

Mr. Spock, maybe we're
going about it the wrong way.

Let's assume
that Sybo was a sensitive,

that she did sense something,
something evil.

The sensitivity of certain Argelian
women is a documented fact, captain.

My poor Sybo's talent
was genuine, gentlemen.

What she told you was true.

All right, then.

What was it she said, exactly?
Monstrous evil, ancient terror...

That devours all life and light.

She said something else,
words that didn't make any sense.

Yes. Redjac, Beratis...

...and Kesla.

- Obscure, meaningless words.
- To us, perhaps...

- ...but to the computer...
- Mr. Spock, check them out.

Computer, linguistic bank.
Definition of following word:

Redjac.

Working. Negative finding.

There is no such word
in the linguistics bank?

Affirmative.

Scan all other banks.

Working. Affirmative.

- A proper name.
- Define.

Redjac. Source: Earth, 19th century.

Language: English.

Nickname for mass
murderer of women.

Other Earth synonym:
Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper?

Well, that's ridiculous.
He lived hundreds of years ago.

A man couldn't survive
all these centuries.

Just before she died...

...my wife said:

"It is a hunger...

...that never dies."

- But all men die.
- Yes, all men die.

And Jack the Ripper couldn't
be alive if he were a man.

But everything we've uncovered
points to Jack the Ripper,

which is an impossibility, isn't it?

Or is it?

Humans and humanoids
make up only a small percentage

of the life forms we know of.

There are entities possessed
of extremely long life spans,

virtually immortal.

We know that someone or...

...something killed three women.

If it's impossible for it to be human,
it has to be something else.

- Something driven to kill.
- But Sybo said that it feeds on death.

In the strict scientific sense, doctor,
we all feed on death.

Even vegetarians.

Yes, but it said more than that.
Not just death, but fear.

Said it also feeds on fear.

SPOCK: Which would tend
to support the proposition

that the murderer was not human.

Deriving sustenance from emotion
is not unknown in the galaxy,

and fear is among the strongest
and most violent of the emotions.

Surely, Prefect,
this has gone far enough.

Someone, some man,
has killed three women.

We have the prime suspect
in our hands.

Are we going to let him go
and start chasing ghosts?

No, Mr. Hengist. Not ghosts.

Possibly not human, but not ghosts.
Mr. Spock, check out the possibilities.

Computer, digest log recordings
for past five solar minutes.

Correlate hypotheses.
Compare with life forms registered.

Question: could such an entity,
within discussed limits

exist in this galaxy?

The Drella of Alpha Carinae V

derives nourishment
from the emotion of love.

There is sufficient precedent
for existence of creature

nature unknown,

which could exist on emotion of fear.

Computer, extrapolate
most likely composition of such entity.

Working.
To meet with specified requirements,

entity would exist without form
in conventional sense.

Most probable, mass of energy.

A highly cohesive
electromagnetic field.

Computer...

...could the described entity...

...assume physical form?

Affirmative. Precedent:

Mellitus, cloud creature
of Alpha Majoris I.

Fairy tales.
Ghosts and goblins.

KIRK: No.

I've seen the Mellitus myself.

In its natural state, it's gaseous.

When it's at rest, it's solid.

Mr. Spock, let's assume
the existence of this creature.

I point out that Jack
the Ripper slew at will

in the heart of the most populous city
of old Earth, and was never identified.

Doesn't seem likely, does it?

I suggest the possibility
of a hypnotic screen,

which blinds all but the victim
to the presence of the killer.

- Is that possible?
- Extremely possible.

There are many such examples
that exist in nature.

Well, this is fantasy.

We all know the murderer
is sitting right here with us,

but you're trying to cloud the issue.
I've got a mind to...

I am satisfied the course
of this investigation is valid enough.

Please be seated, Mr. Hengist.

All right, Mr. Spock. What do we have?

A creature without form...

...that feeds on horror and fear...

that must assume
a physical shape to kill.

And, I suspect, preys on women,

because women are more easily
and more deeply terrified,

generating more sheer horror
than the male of the species.

Computer, criminological files.

Cases of unsolved mass murders
of women since Jack the Ripper.

Working.
1932, Shanghai, China, Earth.

Seven women knifed to death.

1974, Kiev, USSR, Earth.

Five women knifed to death.

2105, the Martian Colonies.

Eight women knifed to death.

2156, Heliopolis, Alpha Eridani II.

Ten women knifed to death.

There are additional examples.

Captain, those places are aligned
directly between Argelius and Earth.

Yes.

When man moved out
into the galaxy,

that thing must
have moved with him.

Computer.

Identify the proper names
Kesla and Beratis.

Working. Kesla:

name given to unidentified
mass murderer of women

on planet Deneb II.

Beratis:

name given to unidentified
mass murderer of women

on planet Rigel IV.

Additional data:

murders on Rigel IV
occurred one solar year ago.

You come from Rigel IV.

Well, many people do.
It's not a crime.

No, but what we're investigating is.

Would you mind taking the stand,
Mr. Hengist?

- I will not.
- Mr. Hengist.

Prefect, this has gone far enough.
I will not take the stand.

I can appreciate your position, sir.

You are in charge
of civil disturbances locally.

If you are the entity
for which we search,

what better position from which
to kill with impunity.

And just after you left Jaris' house,

we discovered
the murder knife was missing.

And you were unaccounted for when
Lieutenant Tracy was murdered.

SPOCK: An entity which
feeds on fear and terror

would find a perfect
hunting ground on Argelius,

a planet without violence,

where the inhabitants
are as peaceful as sheep.

The entity would be
as a hungry wolf in that fold.

Gentlemen,
I know something of the law.

You're engaging in sheer speculation.

Perhaps.

Mr. Spock...

...the murder weapon.

SPOCK: Computer,
report on analysis of exhibit A.

Working. Exhibit A on visual.

Composition of blade: boridium.

Composition of handle: murinite.

Details of carving on handle
conform to folk art forms

indicating place of origin.

Specify point of origin.

Artifact produced by hill people
of Argus River region, planet Rigel IV.

Now then, Mr. Hengist.

- He's dead, Jim.
- But that's impossible.

HENGIST'S VOICE:
Redjac. Redjac. Redjac!

[SINISTER LAUGHING]

SPOCK: The computer will
not respond to these controls.

The entity is
unquestionably controlling it.

And the computer controls the ship.

HENGIST'S VOICE:
Redjac. Redjac. Redjac!

[SINISTER LAUGHING]

Scotty, give me a hand.

SPOCK; No use, captain.
The bypass circuits are blocked.

Audio cut-off, Spock.

Captain.

- What's happening, captain?
- What does it mean?

It means that thing can control
the entire operation of the ship,

including the life-support systems.

You mean it could kill us all?

Indeed, it will try,
but not immediately.

We know it feeds on fear and terror.

There are nearly 440 humans
aboard this ship.

Surely it will try to breed fear
and terror before it kills.

All hands, this is the captain.
Stay at your posts. Remain calm.

Captain out.

Bones, what's the sedative situation?

I've got some stuff that would
tranquilize an active volcano.

Good. Start distribution immediately.

The longer we can hold back
that fear,

the more time we'll have
to get that thing out of the computer.

Prefect, you'll all be safer here.
Spock, come with me.

Don't you have a compulsory scan
unit built into the computer banks?

Yes, we do,
but with the entity in control...

Aren't there certain
mathematical problems...

- ...which simply cannot be solved?
- Indeed.

If we could focus the attention
of the computer on one of them...

That ought to do it.

[DOOR SHUTTING]

Spock.

Apparently,
our friend's learned very quickly.

Too quickly. Bridge.

[WHIRRING]

- Free fall.
- Out of control! Put it on manual.

[WHIRRING SLOWS]

Bridge.

[BEEPING]

That was due to be next.
Life-support malfunction.

- We don't have much time, captain.
- You said it yourself, Spock.

It wants terror. Not just death.

Captain, the life-support system
override jammed.

- All right, man your station, Mr. Sulu.
- Aye, sir.

HENGIST [OVER P.A.]:
Captain Kirk. Captain,

you are wasting your time.

Cut that thing off.

HENGIST: You and all aboard
your ship are about to die!

Try and cut that thing off.

This is the first time
I heard a malfunction threaten us.

Man your post, Mr. Sulu.

Prepare your manual overrides.
You may need them.

Aye, sir.

Spock.

Normal environmental levels
have been restored, captain,

but it will not last long.
A few hours at best.

That should be enough time.
Let's get at it.

- SULU: What's going on, captain?
- Never mind, Mr. Sulu.

- Tranquilizer?
- Yes, sir.

- Everyone, including yourself.
- Yes, sir.

HENGIST: You cannot stop me now,
captain. It will do you no good.

I control all circuits.
You cannot silence me.

You cannot reach me.

Your manual overrides
are extremely limited in life.

Spock?

Proceeding, captain,
but I will need some time.

Yes, I know.

Soon, all control will
be restored to me.

There is nothing you
can do to prevent it.

If you destroy this ship,
you destroy yourself.

[SINISTER LAUGHING
OVER P.A.]

HENGIST:
I am without ending.

I have existed from the dawn of time,
and I shall live beyond its end.

I shall feed,
and this time I do not need a knife.

You will all die horribly

in searing pain.

It is attempting to
generate terror, captain.

I may cut off your oxygen
and suffocate you.

Captain.

Whoever he is,
he sure talks gloomy.

KIRK:
Man your post, Sulu.

If any of the other systems go out,
switch to manual override.

And above all, don't be afraid.

With an arm full of this stuff,
I wouldn't be afraid of a supernova.

- Ready.
- Implement.

Computer, this is
a Class A compulsory directive.

Compute to the last digit
the value of pi.

HENGIST:
No, no! No!

As we know, the value of pi
is a transcendental figure

without resolution.

The computer banks
will work on this problem

to the exclusion of all else,
until we order it to stop.

Yes, that should keep that thing
busy for a while.

The Argelians will be the first to panic.
Let's get back to the Briefing Room.

I wonder who it is
we're not supposed to be afraid of.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

Well, sir?

I doubt very much
whether the computers

will be inhabited by more
than a group of figures for a while.

There is resistance, captain,
but the directive is succeeding.

Bank after bank is turning
to the problem.

If you drive it from the computers,
it'll go somewhere else.

How are you doing?

I'm almost finished.
Just Jaris and me.

[HENGIST LAUGHING]

Complete computer control, captain.
The entity has fled.

Yes, but where to?

Bones, what would happen if that
thing entered a tranquilized body?

It might take up knitting,
nothing more violent than that.

And you say everyone's had a shot
but you and Jaris?

And you and Mr. Spock, captain.

Well, I'm willing to take a chance
on Mr. Spock.

- Better give yourself a shot, doctor.
- No, I think I want to stay clear.

KIRK:
Do as I say.

[McCOY CHUCKLES]

Extend your arm, Mr. Jaris.

No! Kill you all. Die! Make you suffer!

Everybody, keep back. I'll kill her.
Keep back.

McCOY: Be careful. You're going
to hurt somebody with that thing.

HENGIST:
You'll suffer, you...

[CHUCKLING]

Kill all.

Let's get him
to the Transporter Room, quick.

HENGIST:
Die, die, die, everybody.

Die.

Kill, kill, kill you all.

Deep space, full power.
Widest angle of dispersion. Maintain.

MAN:
Don't get excited, captain. I'll do it.

You do it, Spock.

HENGIST:
Everybody, die.

[WHIRRING]

You didn't have to shove me,
Mr. Spock. I'd have gotten round to it.

Well, Jaris is all right.

What did you do with that thing,
send it back to the planet?

KIRK: No, we beamed it out
into open space, Scotty,

- widest possible dispersion.
- The thing can't die.

Possibly, doctor. It's consciousness
may continue for some time,

consisting of billions
of separate bits of energy,

floating forever in space, powerless.

But it will die, finally.

You seem very happy
about the whole thing.

And why not? For a while there,

I didn't know
whether I was innocent or guilty.

Bones, how long will it take
for this tranquilizer to wear off?

Oh, I don't know, five or six hours.
I gave them all a pretty big shot, Jim.

Yes, I can see that.

Well, Mr. Spock, for the next
five or six hours

we're gonna have
the happiest crew in space.

Of course,
we won't get much work done.

Captain, since you
came to Argelius to rest,

I suggest you take advantage
of the opportunity.

That's a splendid idea, Mr. Spock.

I know a cafe
where the women are so...

- I know the place, Jim.
- Let's go see!

You gentlemen, in your condition?
Don't be ridiculous.

Mr. Spock, this cafe
has women that are so...

No, I guess not.

Alone?

Gentlemen.

[SCOTTY AND McCOY CHUCKLING]