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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5843.7.

The Enterprise is in the grip
of a raging epidemic.

Three crewmen have died

and 23 have been struck down
by Rigelian fever.

In order to combat the illness,

Dr. McCoy needs
large quantities of ryetalyn,

the only known antidote for the fever.

Our sensors have picked up
sufficient quantities

on a small planet
in the Omega system.

We are beaming down
to secure this material.

Report.

Jim, there's a large deposit
four kilometers away.

I must process it in four hours
or the epidemic will be irreversible.

- Everybody on board the Enterprise...
- Strange.

Readings indicate a human life-form
in the vicinity.

Yet ship sensors indicated this planet
was uninhabited.

Let's get that ryetalyn.

[ELECTRONIC CLANGING]

Inoperative.

Do not kill.

- I'm Captain James Kirk...
- I know who you are.

I have monitored your ship
since it entered this system.

Then if you know who we are,
you know why we're here, Mr...?

Flint. You will leave my planet.

Did you say your planet, sir?

My retreat from the unpleasantness
of life on Earth

and the company of people.

Mr. Flint, I have a sick crew. We can't
possibly reach another planet in time.

- You can't refuse us the ryetalyn.
- You're trespassing, Captain.

We're in need.

We'll pay for it,
work for it, trade for it.

- You have nothing I want.
- But you have the ryetalyn we need.

If necessary, we'll take it.

If you do not leave voluntarily,
I have the power to force you.

Or kill you where you stand.

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 to Enterprise. Mr. Scott,
lock phasers onto our coordinates.

Aye, Captain. All phasers locked on.

Mr. Flint, if anything happens to us,

four deaths and then my crew comes
down and takes that ryetalyn.

An interesting test of power.

Your enormous forces against mine.
Who would win?

Mr. Flint, unless you are certain,

I would suggest you refrain
from a useless experiment.

We need only a few hours.

Have you seen a victim of
Rigelian fever? They die in one day.

The effects are like Bubonic plague.

Constantinople, summer, 1334.

It marched through the streets,
the sewers.

It left the city by oxcart, by sea,
to kill half of Europe.

The rats, rustling and squealing
in the night, as they, too, died.

- The rats...
- Are you a student of history, sir?

I am.

The Enterprise, a plague ship.

You have two hours, at the end
of which time, you will leave.

With all due gratitude.

M-4 will gather the ryetalyn
which you need.

Permit me to offer you
more comfortable surroundings.

Come in, gentlemen.

Our ship sensors did not reveal
your presence here.

My planet has screens which create
the impression of lifelessness.

A protection against
the curious, the uninvited.

Then you live here alone.

Except for M-4, which serves as butler,
housekeeper, gardener and guardian.

A most impressive home, Mr. Flint.

Yes. Shakespeare first folio,
a Gutenberg Bible.

The Creation lithographs
by Taranullus.

That's one of the rarest
book collections in the galaxy.

Be comfortable, gentlemen.

Help yourselves to brandy.

Do we trust him?

It would seem logical
to do so for the moment.

I'll need two hours
to process that ryetalyn.

If it isn't here in one hour, we'll go
prospecting, right over Mr. Flint.

This is the most splendid private and
unique collection of art I've ever seen.

The majority of the works
of Leonardo da Vinci,

Renaissance period.

Some of the works
of Reginald Pollack,

and a Sten from Marcus II.

At last I've seen other humans.

- Other men.
- One is not human.

The Vulcan.

So that is a Vulcan. I'd like to discuss
subdimensional physics with him.

You've taught me all you know
and Vulcans know more.

Even he is not your intellectual equal,
nor mine.

Let me meet them.

They are selfish, brutal, a part of
the human community I rejected

and from which I've shielded you.

Soon they will be gone.
Let me meet them.

Rayna...

Have you been lonely?

What is loneliness?

It is a thirst.

It is a flower dying in the desert.

Flint, don't take
this opportunity away from me.

It's so exciting.

Exciting?

You have never made
a demand of me before.

I'm sorry.

Do not be sorry.

It might be interesting.

- Saurian brandy, 100 years old. Jim?
- Please.

Mr. Spock, I know you won't have one.

Heaven forbid
those perfect brainwaves

be corrupted
by this all too human vice.

Thank you, Doctor.
I will have a brandy.

Do you think
we can handle a drunk Vulcan?

Once alcohol hits green blood...

If I appear distracted,
it is because of what I've seen.

I am close to experiencing
an unaccustomed emotion.

I'll drink to that.

- What emotion?
- Envy.

None of these da Vinci paintings
has been cataloged or reproduced.

They are unknown works,
apparently authentic

to the last brushstroke
and use of materials.

Undiscovered da Vincis
would be priceless.

Would be?
You mean you think they're fakes?

Most strange. A man of Flint's
obvious wealth and impeccable taste

scarcely needs to hang fakes.

Yet my tricorder analysis indicates
that the canvas and pigments used

are of contemporary origin.

Well, this could be
what it seems to be.

Or it could be a cover,
a set up, or even an illusion.

That could explain the paintings,
similar to the real thing.

Spock, take a full tricorder reading
of our host, see if he's human.

Kirk to Enterprise. Mr. Scott?

Mr. Scott,
run a full computer check on Mr. Flint

and on this planet Holberg 917G.

Stand by with your results.
I'll contact. Kirk out.

Let's enjoy this brandy.
It tastes real.

Easy.

Bones?

Ryetalyn, ready to be processed.

Beam up to the ship
and start processing.

That will not be necessary, Captain.

M-4 can prepare it for inoculation
more quickly in my laboratory.

I would like to supervise that.

When you are satisfied, do me the
honor of being my guests at dinner.

Thank you, Mr. Flint.
I don't think we have the time.

I regret my earlier inhospitality.
Let me make amends.

Gentlemen, may I present Rayna.

I thought you lived alone.

I meant there are no others
besides my family.

Dr. McCoy.

Mr. Spock.

Mr. Spock, I do hope we can find
a moment to discuss field density

and its relationship
to gravity phenomena.

Indeed. I would appreciate such a talk.
It is an interest of mine.

Captain Kirk.

- Captain Kirk?
- Rayna.

Her parents were killed in an accident
while In my employ.

Before dying, they placed
their infant in my custody.

- I have raised and educated her.
- With most impressive results.

What else interests you
besides gravity phenomena?

Everything.
Less is betrayal of the intellect.

The totality of the universe?
All knowledge?

Rayna possesses 17 university
degrees in the sciences and arts.

She is aware that the intellect is not all.

But its cultivation must come first,
or the individual makes errors.

Wastes time in unprofitable pursuits.

At her age, I rather enjoyed errors
with no noticeable damage,

but I must admit you're the farthest
thing from a bookworm I've ever seen.

Flint is my teacher. You are
the only other men I've ever seen.

The misfortune of men everywhere
and our privilege.

If you accompany my robot
to the laboratory,

you can rest assured
the ryetalyn is being processed.

Thank you, sir.

Your pleasure, gentlemen -
chess, billiards, conversation?

Why not all three?

- Did you teach her that?
- We play often.

May I show you, Captain?

You mentioned savagery.
When did you last visit Earth?

You would tell me it is no longer cruel.

But it is. Look at your starship,
bristling with weapons.

Its mission, to colonize,
exploit, destroy,

to advance Federation causes.

Thank you. Our missions are peaceful,
our weapons defensive.

If we were barbarians, we would not
have asked for ryetalyn.

Indeed, your greeting, not ours,
lacked a certain benevolence.

The result of pressures
which are not your concern.

Those pressures are in everyone,
urging him to what you call savagery.

The private hells, the inner needs
and mysteries, the beast of instinct.

As human beings, that is the way it is.
To be human is to be complex.

You can't avoid a little ugliness
from within and from without.

[PIANO PLAYS]

Why don't you play the waltz,
Mr. Spock?

To be human is also to seek pleasure,
to laugh, to dance.

Rayna is a most accomplished dancer.

May I have the pleasure?

- Is something wrong?
- The ryetalyn is no good.

It contains trillium,
one part per thousand.

Irillium will render the antitoxin
inert and useless.

Most unfortunate
that it was not detected.

I shall go with M-4 to gather more
ryetalyn and screen it myself.

- You're welcome to join me.
- Thank you.

Time factor? Epidemic?

Two and a half hours. We've got time.
I've never seen anything like that robot.

- It would take us twice as long.
- Would we have made an error?

What if all the ryetalyn on this planet
contains trillium?

Go with Flint.
Keep an eye on procedures.

Like a hawk.

Captain, something else
which is rather extraordinary.

This waltz I just played
is by Johannes Brahms.

- Later, Spock.
- Captain, it is written in manuscript.

In original manuscript in
Brahms' own hand, which I recognize.

It is totally unknown,
definitely the work of Brahms,

and yet unknown.

I'll go to the laboratory. There may be
a way of reversing the trillium's effect.

Stay here. Let me know
when Flint and McCoy return.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5843.75.

Have I committed an error
in accepting Flint's word

that he would deliver
the antidote to us?

The precious time I have let past may
result in disaster for the Enterprise.

You left us. The room became lonely.

It is a thirst.
A flower dying in the desert.

What?

- What's in there?
- I do not know.

Flint told me never to enter.
He denies me nothing else.

Then why are you here?

I do not know.

I come here when I am troubled.

When I would search myself.

Are you troubled now?

- Yes.
- By what?

Are you happy here with Flint?

He is the greatest, kindest,
wisest man in the galaxy.

Then why are you afraid?

Don't be afraid.

Stop command.

Stop.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.

Fortunately, the robot
did not detect my presence

and deactivate my phaser.

M-4 was programmed to defend
this household and its members.

I should have altered its instructions
to allow for your predictable actions.

It thought you were attacking Rayna.

If it were around right now,
it would correct...

Too useful a device to be without,
really. I created another.

It will now go to the laboratory
and join Dr. McCoy.

Fascinating.

Be thankful
that you did not attack me.

I might have accepted battle and I have
twice your physical strength.

In your own words, it would be
an "interesting test of power."

How childish he is, Rayna.
Would you call him brave or a fool?

I'm glad he did not die.

Of course. Death,
when unnecessary, is a tragic thing.

Dr. McCoy is in the laboratory with the
ryetalyn. He's satisfied with its quality.

May I suggest that you wait here
patiently, safely?

My defense systems
operate automatically

and not always in accordance
with my wishes.

Come, Rayna.

Rayna.

Come.

I don't like
the way he orders her around.

Since we are dependent on Mr. Flint
for the ryetalyn, Captain,

may I respectfully suggest you pay
less attention to the young lady

if you encounter her again.

Our host's interests do not appear
to be confined to art and science.

He loves her?

Strongly indicated.

Jealousy.

Yes, that would explain the attack,
but he seemed to want us together.

The billiard game.
He suggested we dance.

It does appear to defy the male logic,
as I understand it.

Kirk to Enterprise. Mr. Scott.
Report on the Rigelian fever.

Nearly everybody has got it.

- We're working a skeleton crew.
- Just a little while longer, Scotty.

Report on the computer search.

There's no report on Mr. Flint.
He doesn't seem to have any past.

The planet was purchased
30 years ago by a Mr. Brack,

a wealthy financier and recluse.

Run a computer check
on Rayna Kapec.

Status, legal ward
after the death of her parents.

Kirk out, Mr. Scott.

We have still a greater mystery. I was
able to run a tricorder scan on Mr. Flint.

He is human, but there are
biophysical peculiarities.

Body-function readings
are disproportionate.

For one thing, extreme age is
indicated, on the order of 6,000 years.

Can you confirm that, Mr. Spock?

I shall program the readings through
the medical computer on the ship.

Time factor?

We must commence injections
within two hours and 18 minutes,

or the epidemic
will prove fatal to us all.

What's keeping the processing?

The delay may be deliberate.

As though he was keeping us here.

Most interesting.
Our host appears to wish us to linger,

vet he is apprehensive.

It is logical to assume
that we are being monitored

and that he is aware
of our every move.

You sent the robot to kill him.

It came to protect you.

My mind did not summon it.
I was not frightened.

It was defective, then.
I would have destroyed it myself.

Have I lied to you?

Never.

Believe what I say.
I would not want Captain Kirk dead.

What did you feel?

You'll let them have the ryetalyn?

Yes. Go to them if you wish.
Say your farewells.

- Kirk here.
- Mr. Scott, sir.

There's no record of a Rayna Kapec
in Federation legal banks.

No ward of custody?

No background
in any computer banks.

- Like Flint.
- Kirk out.

Like Flint." People without a past.

What hold does he have over her?

Captain, I would suggest
our immediate concern is the ryetalyn.

Let's find McCoy.

I'll meet you in the lab.

- I've come to say goodbye.
- I don't want to say goodbye.

A last tender encounter,
Captain Kirk, to end your usefulness.

I tell you, I was waiting for
the robot to finish the processing

and then it was gone
and so was the ryetalyn.

Interesting. Obviously, Mr. Flint
is not yet ready for us to depart.

- We'd better tell Jim.
- The captain wanted us to wait here.

Come with me.

...I offer you happiness.

I've known security here.

Childhood must end.

You love me, not Flint.

Flint lied. The ryetalyn isn't here.

Picking up tricorder readings.

Apparently, the ryetalyn
is behind this door.

Why is Flint playing tricks on us?

Apparently, we're supposed to go in
and get it if we can.

Let's not disappoint the chess master.

Phasers on full.

Captain, I shall get the ryetalyn.

- Why you?
- There may be dangers within.

- Let's find out.
- Let me go alone.

Why? Get to the point, Spock,
if there is one.

We'll all go.

The ryetalyn.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5843.8.

We have the ryetalyn ready to combat
the epidemic aboard the Enterprise.

But we have also discovered
our benefactor's secret.

He has created the perfect woman.

Her only flaw she's not human.

Physically human, but not human.

These are earlier versions of Rayna.
She's an android.

Created here by my hand.

Here centuries of loneliness
were to end.

Your collection
of da Vinci masterpieces

appear to have been recently painted

on contemporary canvas
with contemporary materials.

And on your piano,
the waltz by Johannes Brahms,

an unknown work, in manuscript,
written in modern ink.

Yet absolutely authentic,
as are your paintings.

I am Brahms.

- And da Vinci?
- Yes.

How many other names
shall we call you?

Solomon, Alexander, Lazarus,
Methuselah, Merlin, Abramson.

- 100 other names you do not know.
- You were born?

In that region of Earth later called
Mesopotamia, in the year 3834 BC,

as the millennia are reckoned.

I was Akharin.

A soldier, a bully and a fool.

I fell in battle, pierced to the heart,
and did not die.

Instant tissue regeneration

coupled with some perfect form
of biological renewal.

- You learned that you're immortal...
- And to conceal it.

To live some portion of a life.

To pretend to age and then move on
before my nature was suspected.

Your wealth and your intellect are
the product of centuries of acquisition.

You knew the greatest minds
in history.

Galileo, Socrates, Moses.

I have married 100 times, Captain.

Selected, loved, cherished,
caressed a smoothness,

inhaled a brief fragrance.

Then age, death, the taste of dust.
Do you understand?

You wanted a perfect, ultimate woman,

as brilliant, as immortal, as yourself.

Your mate for all time.

Designed by my heart.
I could not love her more.

Spock, you knew?

I'd hoped I was wrong.

You cannot love an android.
I love her.

She is my handiwork, my property.
She is what I desire.

You brought me here to learn this?

- Does she know?
- She will never know.

- Let's go.
- You will stay.

- Why?
- We have discovered what he is.

If you leave, the curious would follow.

The foolish, the meddlers,
the officials, the seekers.

My privacy was my own.
Its invasion be on your head.

We can remain silent.

The disaster of intervention,
I've known it. I will not risk it.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Clear the area.
Inform Starfleet Command...

- Enterprise? Scotty?
- They cannot answer, Captain.

- My crew.
- The test of power.

You had no chance.

- It is time for you to join your crew.
- You'd wipe out 400 lives? Why?

I have seen 100 billion fall.
I know death better than any man.

I have tossed enemies into his grasp.

And I know mercy. Your crew
is not dead, but suspended.

Worse than dead.
Restore them. Restore my ship.

In time. 1,000, 2,000 years.
You will know the future, Captain Kirk.

You have been such men. You've
known and created such beauty.

You've watched your race evolve
from barbarism throughout your life

and yet you would do this to us?

The flowers of my past.
I hold the nettles of the present.

- I am Flint now, with my needs.
- What needs?

Tonight I've seen something
wondrous, something I've labored for.

Nothing must endanger it.
At last Rayna's emotions have stirred.

Now they will turn to me
in this solitude which I preserve.

No.

Rayna.

- You must not do this to them.
- I must.

What will you feel for him
after we are gone?

All emotions are in play, Mr. Flint.

You harm us, she hates you.

Give me back my ship.
Your secret is safe with us.

That's why you delayed the processing
of the ryetalyn.

You realized what was happening.
You kept us together, Rayna and me.

Because you knew
I could bring her emotions alive.

Now you're just going to take over?

I shall take what is mine,
when she comes to me.

We are mated, Captain.
Alike, immortal.

Forget your feelings,
which is impossible for you.

Impossible!

Impossible.
From the beginning, you used me.

I can't love her.

But I do love her.

- And she loves me.
- No!

Your primitive impulses
will not alter circumstances.

- We're fighting over a woman.
- No, you're not, for she is not.

I cannot be the cause of this.

I will not be the cause of this.

Please stop.

Stop!

I choose where I want to go.

What I want to do.

I choose.

I choose.

- Rayna!
- No, do not order me.

- No one can order me.
- She's human.

Down to the last blood cell,
she's human.

Down to the last thought, hope,
aspiration, emotion, she's human.

The human spirit is free.
You have no power of ownership.

- She's free to do as she wishes.
- Gentlemen, I urge you to stop.

- There is a danger.
- No man beats me.

I don't want to beat you.

This is no test of power.
Rayna belongs to herself.

And she claims
the human right of choice,

to be as she wills.

To do as she wills,
to think as she wills!

That's what I've worked for.

Rayna come with me.

Stay.

I was not human.

Now I love.

I love.

You can't die.

- What happened?
- She loved you.

And you, too, Mr. Flint,
as a mentor, even as a father.

There was not enough time
for her to adjust to the awful power

and contradictions
of her new-found emotions.

She could not bear
to hurt either of you.

The joys of love made her human
and the agonies of love destroyed her.

Spock.

The epidemic is reduced
and no longer a threat.

The Enterprise is on course 513,
mark 7, as you ordered.

A very old and lonely man.

And a young and lonely man.

We put on a pretty poor show,
didn't we?

If only I could forget.

Jim.

- Thank heaven, sleeping at last.
- Your report, Doctor.

Those tricorder readings on Mr. Flint
are finally correlated. He's dying.

Flint, in leaving Earth,
with its complex fields

within which he was formed,
sacrificed immortality.

He'll live the rest
of a normal life and die.

On that day, I shall mourn.
Does he know?

Yes, I told him. He intends
to devote the remainder of his years

and great abilities to the improvement
of the human condition.

- Who knows what he'll come up with?
- Indeed.

Well, I guess that's all.
I can tell Jim later, or you can.

Considering his opponent's longevity,
truly an eternal triangle.

You wouldn't understand that,
would you?

You see, I feel sorrier for you
than I do for him,

because you'll never know
the things that love can drive a man to.

The ecstasies, the miseries,
the broken rules,

the desperate chances, the glorious
failures and the glorious victories.

These things you'll never know

because the word love
isn't written into your book.

- Good night, Spock.
- Good night, Doctor.

I do wish he could forget her.

Forget.