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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 4372.5.

On a diplomatic mission, we have
entered the Tellun star system.

We have taken aboard Petri,

ambassador from Troyius,
the outer planet,

and are now approaching
the inner planet, Elas.

Some deskbound Starfleet bureaucrat
cut these cloak-and-dagger orders.

But why the secrecy?

This system's under
Federation control.

It's in a border area.
The Klingons also claim jurisdiction.

It's not worth fighting about.
Why are we here?

My orders are to cooperate
with Ambassador Petri.

UHURA [OVER INTERCOM]:
Bridge to Captain Kirk.

- What is it?
- I have a signal from the Elasians.

They demand an explanation
for the delay.

Demand? What delay?
Beam them aboard.

Sounds typical of the Elasians.

The investigating scientists said
the men were vicious and arrogant.

That's just the negative part.
I've seen those records.

The women
are supposed to be very special.

They're supposed to have
a subtle mystical power

that drives men wild.

Ambassador Petri,
tell me what this is about.

- That must wait for the Dohlman.
- What is a Dohlman?

The thing most feared and hated
by my people, our most deadly enemy.

Welcome.
I am Petri, ambassador of Troyius.

I'm Captain Kirk.
This ship is under my command.

There's a Troyian here.

I must know that all is secure before
the Dohlman is brought on board.

This ship is secure and we're prepared
for any hostile acts.

Energize.

Do honor to the Dohlman of Elas.

Glory to Elaan, Dohlman of Elas.

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.

You may stand.

Body armor, nuclear weapons.

- Not without precedent. Remember...
- Permission to speak was not given.

- You rule this ship?
- I am the first officer.

- This is Captain James Kirk.
- Your Glory, I am Petri.

- In the name of my people...
- You are known to us.

Captain, you have permission
to show us to our quarters.

There's going to have to be
some kind of understanding...

Please!

My first officer Mr. Spock
will show you to your quarters.

- If I might speak to you.
- You have not been dismissed.

May I have your permission to go?

- You are now dismissed.
- Why, thank you.

Ambassador.

It's time you told me
what's going on.

That... creature, Elaan,
is to be the wife of our ruler.

To bring peace.

Our two planets possess
the capability of mutual destruction.

Some method of coexistence
must be found.

- I see. So we go back to Troyius.
- Yes.

But slowly, Captain. I will need time.

Before we reach there
she must be taught civilized manners.

As she is, my people
would never accept her.

- And you are to be her teacher?
- Those are my orders.

I must ask you to respect,
or at least tolerate, their arrogance.

- Friction must be kept at a minimum.
- Yes. That I can understand.

Another thing
you should understand...

You have as much at stake
as I have.

Your superiors have said
that failure of this mission

would be as catastrophic for
the Federation as for our two planets.

To gain peace at the price
of accepting such a queen

is no victory.

I will take her the official gifts I bear.

Perhaps that will soften her mood.

Lay in a course for Troyius.

Mr. Sulu, impulse drive,
speed factor 0.037.

- Impulse drive?
- That's correct.

- Sublight factor 0.037.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Captain?
You'll not be using the warp drive?

All the way on impulse?

That will take a great deal of time.

- Are you in a hurry, Mr. Scott?
- No.

The Dohlman is dissatisfied
with the quarters provided.

- What's the matter with them?
- I do not know. Elasians are irrational.

- I gave up my quarters because...
- I appreciate that.

I'll talk to her myself.

Swine! Take back your gifts.

Your Glory, these are
your wedding slippers.

You cannot buy the favors
of the Dohlman of Elas.

This is your wedding dress.
A gift from the bridegroom's mother.

I want nothing of his!

This is the most prized of royal jewels,
for your lovely neck.

I would strangle with the gift
of a Troyian dog around my neck.

Kryton, by whose permission
did he enter?

He came in answer
to your summons.

You're not happy
with your quarters?

- Quarters?
- Yes, not happy at all.

Am I a soft Troyian fawn
to need pillows to sit on?

And these ridiculous female trappings
are an offense to my eyes.

My communications officer
generously vacated the room,

hoping you would like it.

I do not. And I find him
even less satisfactory.

Must my bitterness be compounded
with that ridiculous ambassador here?

I explained to Her Glory

that her council of nobles
and the Troyius tribunal

jointly agreed that I should instruct...

acquaint her with the customs
and manners of our people.

Kryton, remove him!

And take that garbage with you!

He dares to suggest that I adopt
the servile manners of his people.

Your Glory doesn't seem
to be responding to instruction.

I will never forgive the council
for putting me through this torture.

Were you responding to my demand
for better quarters?

There are none.
I suggest you make do with these.

- You suggest!
- There are no more available.

If that's how you're gratified,

I'll have the whole room filled
with breakable objects.

I will not be humiliated!

Then act in a civilized fashion.

I did not give you permission
to leave.

I didn't ask for any.

[SCREAMS]

I wish to contact my government.
I cannot fulfill my mission.

- It would be an insult to our ruler...
- Ambassador!

- This is supposed to be peaceful.
- There cannot be peace between us.

We have deluded ourselves.

When I am near them,
I do not want peace.

I want to kill them!

You're as bad as her. You needn't
like each other. Just do your job.

Job? The job is impossible. We cannot
make peace with people we detest.

Stop trying to kill each other,
then be friendly.

- But if she won't listen...
- Make her listen!

Use a different approach.
Stop being so diplomatic.

She respects strength. Go in strong.

At first it appeared to be
a sensor ghost.

But I've run checks. All the equipment
is functioning perfectly.

- Hydrogen cloud reflection?
- Nothing in the area to account for it.

- The ghost appears intermittently.
- Speculation?

None, Captain. Insufficient data.

It's not an instrument malfunction.
It's not a reflection.

A spaceship?

SCOTTY [OVER INTERCOM]:
Engineering to Captain Kirk.

- Kirk here.
- I know what you said about respect.

But must I have these persons
fool around with my equipment?

Be pleasant no matter how much
it hurts. I'll be right down.

We're only running
on impulse engines.

Usually we use the warp engines.

Well, I suppose, lassie, that our
impulse engines must seem fast

compared to
your nuclear propulsion units.

We're interested in how the ship
is used in combat, not in what drives it.

Engines are for
mechanics and menials.

Menials? Without engines
there would be no fighting or...

KIRK:
Mr. Scott.

I wish you had told me
that you wanted a tour of engineering.

Do we not have the freedom
of this ship?

You have permission
not to kneel in our presence.

- What else do you want?
- Courtesy. Remember?

- Courtesy is not for inferiors.
- Courtesy is for everyone here.

And you won't be able to exist
on Troyius without it.

Mr. Scott has shown you
his department. That's a courtesy.

You respond by saying thank you.

SPOCK [OVER INTERCOM]:
Bridge to Captain.

- Kirk here.
- That sensor ghost is moving closer.

On my way.

Lost contact now.

We had a fix on the object long enough
to establish it was a spaceship.

- Whose?
- No data yet.

Distant bearing, mark 73.5.

Main screen, extreme magnification.

Mm...

Our ghost has materialized.

A Klingon warship.

- Any change?
- Negative.

The ship has moved
into contact range.

She's precisely matching our
sublight speed on a parallel course.

MAN [OVER INTERCOM]:
Security to Captain Kirk.

What is it?

Disturbance in
the Dohlman's quarters.

Captain, they refuse to explain
what's happening but...

Her Glory has not summoned you.

Kryton, remove that Troyian pig.

It was a deep wound. He lost
a lot of blood. But he'll recover.

If I recover,
it will be no thanks to you, Captain.

I said talk with her,
not fight with her.

I shouldn't have
talked to her unarmed.

But you forced me.
I hold you responsible for this.

I've heard of reluctant brides,
but this is ridiculous.

- Captain, may I speak with you, sir?
- Certainly.

A message just came in
from Starfleet Command.

It was scrambled.
I put it through the decoder.

The high commissioner
is attending the royal wedding.

If Elasian women are that vicious,
why are men so attracted to them?

I mean,
what magic do they possess?

It's not magic. It's biochemical.

A man whose flesh is once touched
by the tears of a woman of Elas

has his heart enslaved forever.

Ambassador,
there's an added complication.

The Federation high commissioner
is attending the wedding.

The fat will be in the fire when
he learns about this attempted murder.

There will be no wedding.

I would not have our ruler marry her
if the entire galaxy depended on it.

And I will have nothing
to do with you.

I'm not asking you to.
Just do your job with her.

- When will he be on his feet?
- A few days, a week at least, Jim.

Here you put me, Captain.
Here I will stay.

I have nothing further to say.

So, Ambassador Petri
is going to recover. That is too bad.

You may go.

Nothing would please me more.
But your impetuous nature...

Your Troyian pig was here
without any permission.

So I stabbed him.
Just to be Troyian is enough.

You Elasians pride yourself
on being a warrior people.

You must understand discipline
to be able to give orders.

My orders are to take you
to Troyius to be married

and to have you learn
Troyian customs.

I despise Troyians. Contact with them
make me feel soiled.

The prejudices people
feel about each other disappear

when they get to know
each other.

Not in my experience.

We're still faced
with the same problem.

Problem?

The problem of your indoctrination
to Troyian manners.

- I have eliminated that problem.
- You have only eliminated the teacher.

Oh. And how do we
solve the problem?

By giving you a new teacher.

- What can you teach me?
- Table manners, for one thing.

This is a plate. It contains food.

This is a knife. It cuts the food.

- This is a glass.
- Leave me!

You're going to learn
what you've been ordered to learn.

- Return me to Elas.
- That's impossible.

- Everything I order is possible.
- That's the first problem we'll solve.

- Then you'll prepare for Troyius.
- I will not go.

I will not be made into a Troyian.

And I will not be given
to a green pig as a bribe to stop a war.

You enjoy the privileges
of being a Dohlman.

Be worthy of them.

If you don't want the obligations
that go with the title, give it up.

- Nobody speaks to me that way.
- That's another problem.

Nobody's told you that you're a savage.
A child in a woman's body.

An arrogant monster.

That's no way to treat someone
who's telling you the truth.

Tomorrow's lesson
will be on courtesy.

[SPITS]

Open up a hailing frequency,

identify us and ask the Klingon
his intentions.

No response from the Klingon vessel
on any channel.

I see. All right.
Monitor all frequencies.

Phaser crews, stand by.
Yellow Alert.

What are you doing?

- No one to enter.
- Where's Kryton?

On business. No one may enter.

Tell Her Glory that Captain Kirk
requests the honor of a visit.

I will be whipped to death
if I let Captain Kirk through that door.

When they wake up,
take them to security hold.

Captain, you anticipated
that she would deny you admittance.

But the logic by which you arrived
at your conclusion escapes me.

Mr. Spock,
the women on your planet are logical.

That's the only planet
that could make that claim.

You touch a member
of the royal family?

Only in self-defense.

Now, are you going to behave
or not?

The penalty is death
for what you are doing.

We're not on Elas. We're on
my starship. I command here.

You are warned
never to touch me again.

If I do, it will be to administer
an ancient custom called a spanking,

a form of punishment
administered to spoilt brats.

- You have my leave to go.
- We haven't started your lesson.

You can teach me nothing.

If I have to stay here for ten light years,
I will not be soiled by contact with you.

I'll send in Spock or McCoy.

You're going to be prepared
for Troyius.

As ordered by councils,
rulers and bureaucrats.

Captain.
There's one thing you can teach me.

No, you were right.
There's nothing you do not know.

I don't know
how to make people like me.

I don't want everybody to hate me.

It's not that... people hate you.

But people don't like to be treated
as though they don't exist.

It's, er... gotten very, um...

Something must have gone wrong
with the ventilation system.

- Captain?
- Pardon me, Your Glory.

- There will be a short recess.
- Captain?

Captain, that ancient custom
called spanking. What is it?

It's um...

It's, er... We'll talk about it later.

- Bridge to Captain Kirk. Mr. Spock...
- I have it on my sensor.

Bridge to Captain Kirk.
Come in, please.

- Please answer.
- KIRK [OVER INTERCOM]: Kirk here.

I'm picking up transmission
from inside the Enterprise.

It's on a beam aimed
at the Klingon vessel.

Inside the Enterprise?

- Can you pinpoint it?
- Spock here.

I am triangulating now.

It's coming from
the engineering section.

Security to engineering.
Intruder alert.

Security alert to all decks. Kirk out.

Nobody saw him
but he sneaked in here.

Watson was killed for catching him.
He had this. Looks like a transmitter.

It's Klingon. Bones?

Neck snapped clean.

- What kind of signal did you send?
- You know I will tell you nothing.

Our interrogation techniques
are excruciating.

I know you can resist
physical torture.

Kirk to Spock.
It was Kryton transmitting.

I'll need you
for the Vulcan mind-meld.

- I'm sorry but...
- What was he trying to cover?

What did he feel he had to die for?

He didn't come into engineering
just to use this.

Check every relay you've got.

You must realize the time...

Don't waste time
talking about it. Do it.

Aye.

Kryton was of a noble family.

He loved me
and wanted to marry me.

He was furious
when he heard of the wedding plans.

And he sold out to the Klingons
because of jealousy?

Probably. But why speak
of unimportant matters

when we can speak about us?

There's a Klingon warship out there.

Surely all this isn't because
they want to stop a marriage.

We should welcome their help.

Elaan...

Elaan...

Two planets, an entire star system's
stability depends on it.

We have a duty
to forget what happened.

Could you do that?
Could you give me to another man?

My orders and yours
say that you belong to another man.

What happened...

What happened... was an accident.

It was no accident.
I chose you and you chose me.

I have a plan.

With this ship, you could
completely obliterate Troyius.

Then there would be no need
for the marriage.

And in gratitude, my people
would give you the rule of this system.

What kind of a mind
could think of such a thing?

He's a Troyian.

SPOCK:
Captain?

You cannot resist my love, my love.

Captain.

May we see you a moment?

Jim. Jim!

May we please
have a word with you?

Captain, are you all right?

Did she cry, Jim?
Did her tears touch you at any time?

We're in trouble.

The Elasian women have a sort of
biochemical substance in their tears

that acts like a love potion.

According to Petri,
it doesn't wear off.

- It is true then, Captain?
- It's true.

- You've got to find me an antidote.
- I'll try but...

SULU [OVER INTERCOM]:
Bridge to Captain.

Captain here.

The Klingon ship
has changed course.

It is heading toward us
at warp speed.

On my way. Battle stations.

[ALARM BLARING]

- Phasers stand by.
- Phasers ready, sir.

Their speed is better than warp 6.

Mr. Chekov, lay in a course
to take us out of this star system.

Let's get some maneuvering room.

- Course computed, sir.
- Laid in, Captain.

Ahead, warp factor 2.

SCOTTY [OVER INTERCOM]:
The antimatter...

Belay that order. What, Scotty?

The antimatter pods are rigged
to blow up when we go into warp drive.

Can you dismantle the bomb?

Not without being blown up.

Give us every ounce of power you can
and find a solution to the bomb.

Stand by to make your maneuvers.
She'll be sluggish on response.

100,000 kilometers... 90...

80...

Phaser crews, stand by to fire.

60...

- Ready...
- 50...

Hold your fire.

She's past us without firing.

I don't think they meant to attack us.

We were very fortunate... this time.

Yes, their tactics
are quite clear now.

They'd make us cut in warp drive

so we'd blow ourselves up and
solve their problem without risking war.

- Very neat.
- Very.

But why do the Klingons
consider this system so vital?

Yes, a very good question,
Mr. Spock.

Another question -- is not the bridge
the wrong place for the Dohlman?

- At a time like this...
- I'll be the judge of...

Yes. You're quite right.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.

I want you to go to Sickbay.
It's the best-protected part of the ship.

- I want to be by your side.
- You are interfering with my efficiency.

My ability to protect you.

Mr. Spock, you have the conn.

Deck 5.

I love you. I have chosen you.

And still I don't understand
why you didn't fight the Klingon.

If I can accomplish my mission
by running, I'll gladly do that.

And that mission
is to take me to Troyius?

Yes.

Would you have me wearing
my wedding dress for another man

and never see you again?

Yes, Elaan.

Are you happy at the prospect?

- No.
- Scott to Captain.

- Kirk here.
- I've got bad news.

The dilithium crystal
converter assembly is fused.

No chance of repair.
It's completely unusable.

- No chance of restoring warp drive?
- Not without crystals.

- We can't even fire our weapons.
- Kirk out.

I have to go back to the bridge.
You must go to the Sickbay.

Yes, my love.

Test 24. Colladium trioxide
in an algobarium solution.

- Results also negative.
- Doctor.

There is no antidote
to the poison of Elasian tears.

The men of Elas have tried
for centuries to dispel its power.

- You are wasting your time.
- It is my time to waste.

Doctor? The captain asked me
to come here for safety.

Safety? What is your estimate
of our chances for survival, Doctor?

That is the captain's responsibility,
Ambassador.

The Klingon ship is ordering us to
stand by for boarding or be destroyed.

- They demand a reply.
- They're trying to force a fight.

- What's our energy status?
- 93% of impulse power, sir.

- We can still maneuver.
- Maneuver? Aye.

We can wallow like
a garbage scow against a starship.

Our shields will hold for a few passes
but then we've no chance.

Can you not call Starfleet
on this emergency?

And let the Klingons know
they wiped out our engines?

Help could not arrive
before we'd be destroyed.

Now that we are all about to die,

I ask you once again
to accept this necklace,

and to wear it as a token of respect

for the desperate wishes
of your people and mine,

for peace.

That's all you men of other worlds
can speak of -- duty and responsibility.

We'll stall for time, proceed on course
and hope the Klingons can be bluffed,

or that they're not prepared
for a war.

- Open a hailing frequency.
- Frequency open, sir.

This is Captain James Kirk of the USS
Enterprise, on Federation business.

Our mission is peaceful,
but we will not accept any interference.

Enterprise, prepare to be boarded
or destroyed.

I'd say our strategy
wasn't totally effective.

Captain. The Klingon ship is closing
on an intercept course.

Deflector shields up.

Scotty, can you give me
partial power on the phaser banks?

- No, sir. Not a chance.
- 300,000 km.

I told you to stay in Sickbay.

I want to die with you.

We're not going to die.
Now get off the bridge.

SULU:
100,000 km.

[CRASH]

He's passed us. All shields held.

Bring her to 143, mark 2.
Keep our forward shields to him.

- Here he comes again.
- Stay with the controls.

Keep our forward shields to him.

- Better than warp 7.
- Hard over, Sulu! Bring her around!

Sulu!

She won't respond fast enough
on impulse.

He's passed us again.
Damage to number 4 shield.

How bad?

It will not withstand
another full charge, Captain.

I'm getting some
very peculiar energy readings.

He's paralleling us again.

He seems to have
broken off the attack.

What sort of readings, Mr. Spock?

She is the source.

Elaan?

The necklace.

- What kind of jewels are in this?
- Radans.

The necklace is
supposed to bring you luck.

It is of little value.
They are common stones.

These are common stones?

See, Captain? Here and here.

Now I see why the Klingons
are interested in this system.

- May I have this?
- If I can be of any help, of course.

You may have just saved our lives.

- Could Scotty use dilithium crystals?
- No doubt, Captain.

He's coming in again, sir.

Prepare on my order
to turn quickly to port.

- Try and protect the number 4 shield.
- Aye, sir.

Now! Hard to port!

Shields holding but weakened.

Captain, message coming in.

KLINGON: Our readings confirm your power
extremely low, your shields buckling.

This is your last chance
to surrender.

Captain. Number 4 shield
just collapsed.

Impulse power down to 31%.

- Uhura, open a hailing frequency.
- Channel open.

This is Captain James Kirk
of the United spaceship Enterprise.

May I request
your terms for surrender?

No terms. Surrender must be
unconditional and immediate.

- Scotty. Your estimate?
- We're fitting it now, sir.

But we'll have to run tests.

- Test it in combat.
- Captain, these are crude crystals.

There is no way to judge
what they will do to the energy flow.

- They could blow us up.
- Let me know when it's in place.

- Open a hailing frequency.
- Open, sir.

This is the Enterprise.

Will you guarantee
the safety of our passenger,

the Dohlman from Elas?

No conditions.
Surrender immediately.

Captain, he's starting his run.

Scott to Captain. It's in place
but I can't answer for what happens.

You and Spock get up here.
Sulu, prepare for warp maneuvers.

- Chekov, arm photon torpedoes.
- Photon torpedoes ready.

- Warp power to the shields?
- No.

He'll pick up our power increase.

If he thinks we're helpless,
he'll come close.

As he passes,
I want to cut in warp drive.

We'll pivot at warp 2
and bring all tubes to bear.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Chekov, give him a full spread
of photon torpedoes.

Aye, Captain.

100,000 kilometers.

Scotty, stand by to cut in warp drive.

Fluctuation.
It's the shape of the crystals.

75... 70...

60...

- 50...
- Fire at minimum range.

- She won't steady down.
- 30...

Warp in, Scotty.
Full power to shields.

Warp factor 2.
Bring us to course 148, mark 3.

Chekov, photon torpedoes. Fire.

Aye, sir.

Direct hit amidships.

Damage to Klingon number 3 shield.
Number 4 shield obliterated.

- Loss of power.
- He is badly damaged, Captain.

Continuing away at reduced speed.

Secure from general quarters.

Well done, Mr. Sulu, Scotty.

But I don't understand you.
You mean you won't finish him off?

No.

Mr. Sulu, resume course for Troyius.

Aye, aye, sir.

You will not beam down
for the ceremony?

No.

I want you to have this
as a personal memento.

I have learned that on Troyius
they do not wear such things.

Remember me.

- I have no choice.
- Nor have I.

I have only responsibilities
and obligations.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Energize.

It's stabilized now.

Spock, I've isolated the biochemical
substance of the Elasian tears.

- I think I've found an antidote for it.
- The captain has found his own.

Do you know how long I've worked...

The antidote to a woman of Elas
is a starship.

The Enterprise infected the captain
before she did.

Prepare to take us out of orbit.

I doubt seriously if there's
any kind of antidote for the Enterprise.

In this particular instance, Doctor,
I agree with you.

Ahead warp factor 2.