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On mark 8 and closing.

Steady as she goes.
Phaser crew, stand by.

Range 45,000 kilometers,
Captain.

Fascinating.

Range 43,000 kilometers
and closing.

- Sensor readings.
- An unknown mechanical device.

I read no life-forms aboard.

- Analysis.
- Obviously it intends to intercept us.

It has made several course changes
corresponding with our own.

38,000 and closing...
35,000 and closing.

Unclear whether it intends to attack
or merely communicate with us.

Thank you, Science Officer.

- Come to 181, mark 7.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- It's staying with us.
- Indeed.

- Full stop, Mr. Chekov. Hold position.
- Aye, sir.

MELKOT: Aliens.

You have encroached
on the space of the Melkot.

You will turn back immediately.

This is the only warning
you will receive.

- Vulcan, Captain.
- English.

- It was Russian, sir. Every word.
- No, it was Swahili.

- Interesting. Telepathy.
- Unquestionably.

- Most impressive.
- Our orders are clear.

We're to establish contact
with the Melkotians at all costs.

True telepaths can be most formidable,
and we have been warned.

What contacts have been made?

None. If they ever ventured into space,
they withdrew immediately.

Lieutenant...

- Hailing frequencies.
- Tied in, sir.

This is Captain James T. Kirk
of the starship Enterprise,

from the United Federation of Planets.

We understand your buoy's message.

Our intent is to establish
peaceful relations with you.

- Answer?
- Nothing. Clear on all frequencies.

Try again.

Still no response, sir.

Opinion, Mr. Spock?

I prefer being a welcome guest.
But there seems to be little choice.

None whatsoever.
Mr. Chekov, deflectors to full intensity.

- Increase speed to achieve planetfall.
- Standard orbit in five minutes.

Advise Dr. McCoy and Engineer Scott
to meet me in the transporter room.

Spock, Chekov, let's go find out
what they're afraid of.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 4385.3.

We have come to the Melkotian planet

and have encountered conditions
which we weren't prepared for.

- What is this?
- Unknown.

Sensor readings give no indication
of fog-like conditions.

It's a fine time for the transporter
mechanism to break down.

Impossible. My transporter
was working perfectly.

- Then what are we doing here?
- Readings?

Unknown, Captain.
This unit is not functioning.

Then let's get out of here.

Kirk to Enterprise.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

No use.
None of our devices will function.

- Apparently that Melkotian buoy...
- Aliens...

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.

Our warning was plain.
You have disregarded it.

You shall be punished.

You, Captain Kirk.
The disobedience was on your orders.

Yours is the responsibility.

Yours shall be the pattern
of your death.

We come in peace. But we'll
defend ourselves if necessary.

You are outside. You are disease.

The disease must be destroyed.

Your plea has been heard,
and sentence has been pronounced.

It is done.

Fascinating.

Where are we now, Captain?

Spock, evaluation.

This represents the Melkotian's
concept of an American frontier town,

Circa 1880.

It's just bits and pieces. It's incomplete.

Perhaps the Melkotians have
insufficient data about this era.

Or perhaps this is all they require
to complete the pattern of our death.

And these, Captain?

- Beautiful specimen.
- Crude but dangerous.

Whatever the Melkotians
have planned, it won't be pleasant.

These could be useful.

But to individuals at close range,
these could be as deadly as phasers.

In the midst of what seems so unreal,
a harsh reality. This is not a dream.

[DOOR BANGS]

October 26th, 1881.

KIRK:
Tombstone, Arizona.

Tombstone.
Hell for leather, right out of history.

But why here?

- And why now?
- The Melkot said you were the pattern.

He looked into your mind and selected
a time and place for our punishment.

Because my ancestors pioneered
the American frontier.

The violence of your own heritage
is to be the pattern for our execution.

We're talking like we really are
in Tombstone, Arizona in 1881.

Precisely, in terms
of what the Melkots intend.

There's something about that date.
October 26th, 1881.

But what was it?

Ike!

Ike! Frank! Billy! Tom! I was afraid
you weren't going to make it.

- We did.
- I knew they wouldn't scare you away.

They're a bunch of hot air.

- Are they really?
- Now they'll have to fight.

Do you know us?

Funny! That's what I like about you.
You always see the funny side.

I'm a barrel of laughs.

Johnny Behan
has a sense of humor.

Johnny...?

He called me Ike, you Frank,
Bones Tom.

And Billy...

Ike Clanton,
Tom and Frank McLowery,

Billy Claiborne, Billy Clanton.

I pride myself on
my knowledge of Earth history.

The names were known in the annals
of the opening of the American West.

The United States of America, that is.

In the late 19th Century in Arizona,

two factions fought for control
of the town of Tombstone.

The Earps, Morgan, Virgil and Wyatt,
the town marshals.

- Along with Doc Holliday.
- And the Clanton gang.

On October 26th, they had it out.

Who won?

The Clantons lost.

And we are the Clantons?

We are the Clantons.
And if this is a replay of history...

History cannot be changed.

[WOOD SPLINTERS]

It's impossible!
Things like this can't happen.

- Is this a dead man, Doctor?
- Very dead, Mr. Spock.

That's one thing
we can be sure of here.

Death is real.

[PIANO PLAYS]

How are you, boys?
I didn't think I'd see you again.

WOMAN:
Billy!

Oh, Billy!

I knew they couldn't keep you away.

- You knew that?
- Come on.

- Maybe you shouldn't have.
- And miss the chance to see you?

It's taking crazy chances
with Morgan Earp here.

Yes, of course.
The man who kills on sight.

Morgan Earp.

Since we have seen that death
is the one reality in this situation,

I seriously suggest you reseat yourself.

Without moving a muscle
of either hand.

That would involve you
in what was called "the fast draw".

It initiated unfortunate events.

- You boys want your usual?
- Yes. A half a gallon of Scotch.

You know we only got bourbon.
Or corn whiskey.

I wish it was all over.
I saw Virgil out patrolling this morning.

We can always count on Virgil.

They've been boasting about
chasing the Clantons out.

I guess you'll show them now,
won't you?

I don't think
we're going to have any choice.

- You'll dirty yourself with this scum.
- Get your hands off her!

All right. We don't want any trouble.

- Then what are you doing in my town?
- Just leave us alone, Mr. Earp.

Five of you. You'd like me to draw,
wouldn't you? All right. I will.

Soon enough.

Soon enough.

I believe he was actually trying
to provoke a dispute with Mr. Chekov.

Close, Ike.
Lucky there wasn't two of them.

I guess so.

Sylvia's right. They've been
badmouthing something fierce.

You boys watch it.

We shall watch it,
and everything, extremely closely.

Billy, you were wonderful.

Um... Mr. Chekov?

You know we're always supposed to
maintain good relations with natives.

Young lady...

- Young lady...
- Yes, Ike.

I'd like to talk to Mr... to Billy alone
if you don't mind.

All right. I understand.

Billy Claiborne, you be careful.

Mr. Chekov, you be careful.

Mr. Spock, except for our handguns,
we haven't changed.

- Yet they see us as the Clantons.
- I don't think that's such a bad thing.

- The day is still young.
- What have we got?

We're in Tombstone, Arizona,
October 26th, 1881.

The day of the gunfight at OK Corral.
And we're the Clantons.

Morgan Earp
is telling his brothers we're here.

And if this is some
sort of a replay of history,

the Earps will kill the Clantons
at the OK Corral at 5:00 this afternoon.

We're not going to be
at the OK Corral at 5:00 this afternoon.

You. Bartender. Ed.
You er... you claim you know us.

I ain't making no big claims.
It just so happens.

- Take a close look at me.
- Yeah.

- Who do you think I am?
- Ike Clanton. Who do you think?

I know this is hard to understand,
but I'm Captain James T. Kirk.

These men are my crew. We're not
really here. We're from the future.

We haven't been born yet.

Feel the material in my shirt.

Now feel the material in your own shirt.

Do you notice any difference?

No.

- Do these clothes look like yours?
- Not exactly.

- Have you ever seen clothes like this?
- Sure. On the Clantons.

- You Clantons are great with jokes.
- I'm not joking.

The Earps never joke.

I'm not joking! I'm not Ike Clanton!

Anything you say, Ike.
Don't matter who I think you are.

Your problem is,
who does Wyatt Earp think you are?

Good morning. I'm James Kirk.
There's been a misunderstanding.

I don't know what you're trying to pull,

but we warned you not to show
your ugly face in town again.

- I wanted to talk to you about that.
- We're done talking, Clanton.

- But there's been a mistake. I...
- One more chance. Your last.

You've got until 5:00 tonight to get
your horse-stealing crew out of town.

All the way.

- Yes. We don't want a fight.
- I always said you was yellow.

I'll make one more attempt
to get through to you.

My name is not Clanton. It's Kirk.

- We heard the talk about your jokes.
- I'm not joking.

Sure. Well, I'm glad to meet you,
Mr. Kirk.

- Draw, Clanton.
- Not me, Mr. Earp.

- You draw or I will.
- No, Wyatt.

Let me. When the time comes,
I'll pay him for this.

We don't want any trouble.
We'll cooperate.

5:00, Clanton. Is that clear?

If you're in town at 5:01, we'll kill every
one of you whether you draw or not.

Is that clear?

- What's the matter?
- What do they call that stuff? Fire?

Taos Lightning. Try some.
It was considered medicinal.

They ought to label it,
"For external use only."

It just takes a bit of getting used to.
Actually, a man could grow fond of it.

I hate to think
what it's doing to your stomach.

And your reflexes.
We'll need fast reflexes from now on.

- There's no negotiating with the Earps.
- Aye. If we only had a phaser.

Or a communicator.

It would be a pleasure to watch those
Earps as we beamed back to the ship.

- Could we make one?
- Impossible.

There are no metal alloys or power
sources to make our devices.

We're going to have to seek
contemporary solutions.

- Where's Chekov?
- Mr. Chekov is involved.

You shouldn't have come back
to town.

Morgan will kill you
because he wants me.

With his outdated weapon?

If he shoots
at me, I'll just step out of the way.

You can joke about it. I've seen them
in action. Especially Morgan.

A lot of people and things have tried
to kill me. You'd be surprised.

Mr. Chekov... I mean Billy.
Come along.

Yes, sir.

Billy?

Please. Don't even go near him.

Gentlemen.

- Where are we going?
- To exercise the better part of valor.

That settles that. A force field.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

The Melkotians are not
going to permit us to leave this town.

- If we could only contact the ship.
- But where is it?

If you were in charge of it,
what would you be doing?

I'd be using the sensors,
trying to locate us.

Good. If we could find the place
where we beamed down,

the ship might beam us up.

- Let's get there.
- We can't know where it is.

Anywhere within 1,000 miles.

Spock, try to find a way out and
quit explaining why we can't get out.

We have until 5:00 to find that way.
Consider this.

What materials were on hand in 1881

that could help us fight the Earps
on their own terms?

- We have these.
- They gave us those to execute us.

We have to put the Earps
out of action.

Does anything exist here and now
that could help us out of this trap?

Those Western Cossacks only had
poisonous snakes and cactus plants.

Bones, the venom, the plants.
Can you make use of them?

Of course! I can make a tranquilizer!

I could make a device to deliver it.

The ingredients you require?

I know the place
to get the proper drugs.

- I'll need a mortar and a pestle.
- Chekov.

How will you deliver the tranquilizer?

- I'll need fusing and cotton wadding.
- Try the apothecary.

I shall manufacture the equivalent
of an ancient generating canister,

more familiarly known as
a gas grenade.

I'll be about five minutes yet.
You could come back.

Thank you. Mind if I look around a bit?

- Crude but very usable.
- I wouldn't touch that stuff.

I know how to handle this.

I have an urgent need
for a small supply of this drug, too.

That belongs to him.
You'd better ask him.

So you're the dentist?
Well, I'm a physician.

I wonder if you'd mind
if I borrowed a small quantity of this.

- You want it now?
- My name is McCoy. I'm a doctor.

That joke is all around town already,
McLowery.

But my name is still Holliday.

Doc Holliday.

The... emergency is real.
I need these things.

Your emergency sure is real.

Go on. Take the stuff.
Have some more fun.

Take my bag.

Only best you be finished before 5:00.

That is my intention, Doctor.

Because at one minute past five,
you'll find a hole in your head.

Right from this gun.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Sylvia!

Hello.

Billy, do you know
how crazy I am about you?

That's... very nice.

Aren't you going to ask
what's in my bag?

That's just what
I was preparing to inquire.

Have you been shopping?

Of course. What else would
I be doing on a beautiful afternoon,

with the dance only one week away?

- Or have you forgotten that already?
- No, I haven't forgotten.

I am looking forward to
it... most eagerly.

You'll be absolutely wild when you see
me in the gown I'm going to make.

I found this most scrumptious material.
Yards and yards of it.

You know what I was thinking, Billy?

I was thinking what a beautiful
wedding gown it would make.

Why don't we turn that dance
into a wedding ball?

It would be so heavenly.

Married?

I'm afraid... that wouldn't be possible.

But I'm positive the gown will be ready.
What else is there to stop us?

It is absolutely impossible.
I am not someone you can marry.

If only I could make clear to you...
what I really am.

Do you think I don't know?

Billy Claiborne, you are a cattle rustler
and a horse thief

and I don't care what else.

I warned you, Claiborne. Stay away.

[SYLVIA SCREAMS]

You don't have to take anything
from that scum while I'm here.

Mr. Earp. Get your hands off her.

[SCREAMS]

There's nothing I can do, Jim.

Come on, Clanton. Let's do it now.

- Captain, let me.
- Yeah, come on, Captain. Let him.

- We can't just stand here.
- Yes, we can.

- But they murdered Chekov!
- Scotty.

- They're trying to push us.
- And it is not yet our time.

Let it go. He's dead.

Because I ignored the Melkot warning.

We all knew the risk when
we joined the service. Now let it go.

There is one thing which
requires our immediate attention,

specifically, our future.

But not this minute, Spock.

It takes us a little longer.

I understand the feeling, Captain.

You talk about another man's feelings.
What do you feel?

My feelings are not a subject
for discussion.

- There are no feelings to discuss.
- Mr. Spock, Chekov is dead!

I say it now and I can hardly believe it.

But he deserves some memorial.

Spock will have no truck
with grief, Scotty. It's human.

- Bones, Scotty...
- Captain, it's quite all right.

They forget I am half human.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

We don't have much time.

I vaguely remember the account of the
battle in which we are about to engage.

- But I am confused.
- About what?

Since each of us represents
members of the Clanton gang --

you Ike Clanton, I Frank McLowery --

then Mr. Chekov
would be the other Billy, would he not?

- William Claiborne.
- But did not William Claiborne

survive the battle at the OK Corral?

Get to the point, Spock.

Mr. Chekov is dead. But in the actual
gunfight, William Claiborne survived.

Yes. Yes, that's right.

So it doesn't have to happen the
way it happened. We can change it.

- How's that coming?
- I'll be ready before Spock.

- Spock?
- Another hour.

- We'll have a grenade?
- Not precisely.

- Forget precision. Will it work?
- It should.

If we don't tranquilize them,
we'll have to fight them.

And if we fight them, we all die.

Negotiating could buy us time.

But not with the Earps. I've tried that.
There must be a way.

History has been changed. Claiborne
didn't die but Chekov is dead.

That means there must be
a way to change this time.

It would be worth a try, at least
until we're certain of the device.

Then perhaps
we could quiet things down.

Not with the Earps.

There is one other place I can try.

You looking for somebody?

Yes, Sheriff.

- I want you to stop the fight.
- Stop it?

Who wants to stop it?
I sure don't. You don't.

- You didn't yesterday.
- I do now.

When does a Clanton
crawl to the law for help?

- How else can he get justice?
- From this.

You set up this whole thing
to take care of the Earps.

- It's too late to decide against it.
- It's not too late.

Sheriff. Sheriff.

Let's organize the people
who don't like the Earps.

Don't talk nonsense. They're
counting on you to get rid of the Earps.

They'd better let the law work for them.

You can talk that way after what
the Earps did to Billy today?

Nobody in this town will deny you
your right to your revenge.

Yes, I want revenge. I want to
crush the life out of the Earps.

- But I can't just kill them.
- You listen to me.

Hide at the OK Corral.

When the Earps come looking,
you bushwhack them.

- I can't just kill them!
- It's the only way!

I can't murder them! I can't kill them!

Kill them any way you can!

There will be no questions asked.
Honest.

I guarantee that.

These crude supplies
worked quite well.

I doubt these things were ever used
for any purpose like this.

Perhaps they would have been
if they'd had your ingenuity.

Captain?

- How soon will that be ready?
- Right now.

How long until the tranquilizer works?

- Three seconds.
- How did you test it?

- It has not been tested.
- It's simple. Nothing can go wrong.

Up to now, everything has gone wrong.
I want it tested.

Would a volunteer solve the problem?

- It would.
- All right. On one condition.

That I'm wide awake
and with you at 5:00.

- Guaranteed.
- All right.

It's to kill the pain.

- But this is painless.
- You should have warned me sooner.

Fire away.

- It should work. Did you inhale?
- Aye. Deeply.

- You still feel all right?
- Never felt better.

- No dizziness? Sweating?
- It doesn't work.

- Fascinating.
- It was our last chance.

Captain, you don't seem
to understand.

It did not function, but it must function.

Nothing could go wrong.
It should work.

A scientific fact.

But if the tranquilizer
does not function,

then an alteration of
our thought patterns must be in order.

We need a weapon. An answer.

Don't have to worry about that now.
Look at the clock.

Ten minutes. It's all going to end
at the OK Corral.

We're going to wait right here
until well after 5:00.

We're not going to move
from this spot.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

Let's get out of here!

Scotty, Bones.

We're trapped.

They got their way.
We've got to stand and fight.

Good. If they want a fight,
let's give them a fight.

They're experts.
We won't have a chance.

- We'd better become experts.
- That may not be necessary.

- You've got something?
- A fact.

Physical laws
simply cannot be ignored.

Existence cannot be without them.

- What do you mean?
- We are faced with a contradiction.

The tranquilizer you created
should have been effective.

- It would have been anywhere else.
- Exactly.

Doctor, in your opinion,
what killed Mr. Chekov?

- A piece of lead in his body.
- Wrong.

- His mind killed him.
- If you've got the answer, tell us!

The physical reality is consistent
with universal laws.

When the laws do not operate,
there is no reality.

All of this is unreal.

What do you mean?
I examined Chekov. He's dead.

You made your examination
under conditions we cannot trust.

We judge reality by the response
of our senses.

Once we are convinced
of the reality of a situation,

we abide by its rules.

We judge the bullets to be solid,
the guns to be real.

Therefore, they can kill.

Chekov is dead because
he believed the bullets would kill him?

He may indeed be dead.
We do not know.

But we do know that
the Melkotians created the situation.

If we do not believe that
the bullets are real, they cannot kill us.

Exactly. I know the bullets are unreal,
therefore they cannot harm me.

We must all be certain
to save our lives.

- Precisely.
- But that's not possible.

- There would always be some doubt.
- The smallest doubt would kill you.

We're just human beings, Spock.
We don't have your clockwork ticker.

- We can't turn it on and off.
- We must.

Spock, a Vulcan mind-meld.

Very well, sir. Engineer?

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts to my thoughts.

The bullets are unreal.

Without body.

They are illusions only.

Shadows without substance.

They will not pass through your body,

for they do not exist.

They do not exist.

Unreal.

Appearances only.

They are shadows. Illusions.

Nothing but ghosts of reality.

They are lies. Falsehoods.

Spectres without body.

They are to be ignored.

Captain.

Draw.

Captain, I... don't understand.

Neither do I. He's in perfect health.

- Where have I been?
- Right here, it seems.

But that girl.
She was so beautiful. So real.

- Do you remember anything else?
- No.

That explains why he was here.
Nothing was real to him except the girl.

Captain, the Melkotian object.

Sensor readings.

The object is emitting rays
of a highly unstable nature.

Sound Red Alert.
Deflector shields on full.

Gun crews, lock on target.

Energy output increasing
beyond measurable levels.

Phaser guns, stand by to fire.

It's... It's gone, sir.

- Damage report.
- None. All decks fully operational.

MELKOT: Captain Kirk.

You did not kill.

- Is this the way of your kind?
- It is.

We fight only when there's no choice.
We prefer peace.

I speak for an alliance of creatures
who believe in the same thing.

We have sought you out to join us.
Our mission is one of peace.

Approach our planet. Be welcome.
A delegation will come out to meet you.

Our warning threats are over.

Excellent. Lieutenant,
cancel Red Alert.

- Resume original course, warp 2.
- Warp factor 2, sir.

Captain, may I ask a question?
You needn't answer if it's too personal.

I'm sure I'll be able to answer.

This afternoon,
you wanted to kill, didn't you?

- But he didn't kill, Mr. Spock.
- But he wanted to, Doctor.

- Is that the way it seemed to you?
- Yes, Captain.

Mr. Spock, you're absolutely right.
That's exactly the way it was.

Mankind, ready to kill.

That's the way it was in 1881.

I wonder how humanity
managed to survive.

We overcame our instinct for violence.