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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5784.2.

Responding to distress calls
from an unknown planet.

Mr. Spock is unable to account for this
as he reported no life on the planet.

It is rich in kironide deposits, a rare
and long-lasting source of great power.

MAN: Are you from the spaceship
Enterprise?

That's right.

Alexander, at your service.

I sing, dance, play a variety of games.

And I'm a very good loser.
Please try to bear that in mind.

But now, would you please
accompany me?

Who are the inhabitants
of this planet?

Platonians.

Our native star is Sahndara.

Just before it went nova, we escaped.

Our leader liked Plato's ideas.

Our philosopher-king, Parmen,
calls us Plato's Children,

although we think of ourselves
more as Plato's stepchildren.

Excuse me, someone's waiting for you.

- Welcome. Who is the physician?
- I am. What's the problem?

My spouse, his leg. Come this way.

What happened to that leg?

- I suppose I scratched it.
- It should've been attended to at once.

Sheer ignorance.
Is there anything you can do?

We'll certainly try.
The infection is massive.

Let me give you a hypo
to ease the pain.

- Where?
- In the arm.

Philana, they came to help.
They deserve better than to die.

Alexander, you talk too much.

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 5784.3.

Dr. McCoy is treating the leader
of a group of people.

When their planet novaed,

they travelled to Earth
during the time of Socrates and Plato.

After the death of Greek civilization,

they came to this planet
and created a utopia patterned after it.

- What is it? What is your prognosis?
- I'll tell you when I have the results.

From now on, it's better if I handle
the instruments without your help.

I can't understand why
a cut became so serious.

Neither do I.

How do I knock out an infection with
no information on Platonius bacteria?

All I can do is try to match his bugs
with a known strain, and hope.

- Your Pan is in jeopardy.
- Mm-hm...

It isn't now. I win!

- Well played, Eraclitus.
- Thank you.

This psychokinetic power of yours...

- How long have you had it?
- Two and a half...

- Since our arrival on Platonius.
- How is it transmitted?

Brain waves.

- Do they cease while you're asleep?
- Not if embedded in the unconscious.

What about medicine? No doctors?

We've had no pressing need
for the medical arts.

While still on Sahndara, we began
a mass eugenics program.

We're the result.

Pared down to 38,
we're perfect for our utopia.

We're bred for contemplation,
and self-reliance.

And longevity.
How old would you say I am?

Don't be afraid. I'm not vain.

- Thirty-five.
- That old?

I stopped aging at 30.
Anyway, you're off by 2,000 years.

I'm 2,300 years old.

We were married very young.
I was only 117.

And he was 128.

So we scarcely have to move
anymore, let alone work.

- So you have no resistance?
- That's right.

A break in the skin
or a cut can be fatal.

[WHIMPERS]

Fascinating.

We're experiencing the psychokinetic
manifestations of his delirium.

Scott to Captain Kirk.

- Kirk to Enterprise.
- We're in the midst of a storm.

No discernible cause.
I've never seen anything like it.

There's 10-scale turbulence.

Emergency gyros
and stabilizers at maximum.

If this keeps up, we can't last.

Engines at full speed.
Get her out of orbit.

I've tried that, sir. She's locked tight.

- Then batten down and weather.
- Right, Captain.

Parmen's mind is not... Watch it!

He's tearing up the Enterprise as well.
Bones, knock him out.

Help! Save me!

Alexander. Oooh!

- Stand behind me.
- His mind will find me anyhow.

Don't save him. Let him die.

They'll kill each other
trying to take his place.

- Hurry up with that shot.
- Now, Doctor!

I can't breathe! I'm choking!

Bones! Shake him,
break his concentration.

Kirk to Enterprise.

The turbulence has abated.

You'll find the orbit lock
is broken as well.

Assess damage
and repair whatever is necessary.

I don't know how to thank you,
for Platonius and for myself.

- No thanks is necessary.
- Show our guests to the south wing.

Thank you, we must return
to the ship.

I'd better wait
until the fever breaks.

Well...

In that case, we'll stay.

- Anything you want, just ask me.
- Thank you.

Think nothing of it, you saved my life.
I should tell you that...

- Tell me what?
- Well...

- I never knew people like you existed.
- Where is everyone?

They're all in chambers, meditating.

Alexander...

Are there other Platonians like you?

- What do you mean "like me"?
- Who don't have psychokinetic ability.

I thought you were
talking about my size.

They make fun of me for my size.

But I'm the only one
who doesn't have it.

I'm the court buffoon.

I'm everybody's slave
and I never do anything right.

- How does one obtain the power?
- It just comes to you after you're born.

They say I'm a throwback.
And I am, and so are you.

- Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
- Don't worry. We're happy without it.

You know, I believe you are.

Where you come from, are there
a lot of people without the power

and my size?

Alexander, where I come from, size,
shape or colour makes no difference.

And nobody has the power.

Nobody?

Somebody wants me.

Captain, it will be very gratifying
to leave here.

That might not be easy,
should Parmen die.

- Even if he shouldn't.
- Yes.

This utopia is one of
the best-kept secrets in the galaxy.

Screening themselves from
our sensors, locking us into orbit.

All this adds up to a pattern.

Jim, my concoction worked,
the fever's broken.

And the infection's
begun to drain already.

- You may yet cure the common cold.
- If there's a time to go, it's now.

- Scott, here.
- KIRK [OVER RADIO]: Beam us up.

- I can't. Everything's frozen.
- Turbulence hit you that hard?

- Damage to the ship is minimal.
- What caused it?

I don't know, sir.
And those are the facts.

- Did you get up into space?
- The orbit's locked tighter than ever.

And subspace communication
with Starfleet is completely severed.

All right, Scotty. I'll handle it
down here. Stand by.

♪ Great Pan sounds his horn ♪

♪ Marking time
to the rhyme with his hoof ♪

♪ With his hoof ♪

♪ Forward, forward in our plan ♪

♪ We proceed as we began ♪

♪ Reki-kekecks, reki-kekecks... ♪

- Your Excellency.
- Parmen will do.

Philosopher-kings need no titles.

I would like to know why the ship's
instrumentation is frozen.

- Why the Enterprise is locked in orbit.
- Captain, please. You are mistaken.

I've talked to the engineer
aboard the ship.

We've shown our good faith.
Now you show yours.

- I want the ship released immediately.
- The amenities.

Allow me to remind you
that I am the head of this principality.

Guests do not come barging in here
making demands and issuing orders.

Guests? You don't know
the meaning of the word.

- Guests aren't treated like prisoners.
- Do not take that tone with me.

Kirk to Enterprise. Acknowledge.

Enterprise, come in...
I can't raise them.

Parmen does not want
contact made with the Enterprise.

He may need our medical stores.
Why prevent contact?

To shut out any knowledge of
his treatment of a Starfleet captain.

Parmen is not concerned
with my dignity or safety.

Parmen would not treat you brutally

if he had any intention
of releasing you or the Enterprise.

Where are you going?

I don't know. I don't want to go
but I can't help myself.

[PLAYS FANFARE]

Gentle spacemen.
We are eternally in your debt.

Please accept these trifles
as tokens of gratitude,

from the source of our inspiration.

To our captain,

the shield carried by Pericles,
a symbol of gallant leadership.

To our silent and cerebral Mr. Spock,

this kithara to pluck music
to soothe his ever-active brow.

And lastly, to Dr. McCoy
who saved Platonius and my spouse,

this ancient collection of Greek cures,
penned by Hippocrates himself.

Has the Enterprise been released yet?

Captain, wait.

I know what you're thinking.
My apologies, you were badly used.

In my own defence, my illness
was more disturbing than I realised.

I'm sure you, too,
have been out of sorts

and driven to fits of temper
and rage.

But unlike you,
what I think and feel, for good or ill,

is instantly translated into reality.
Find it in your heart to forgive me.

Certainly.

Has the Enterprise been released yet?

It will be shortly.

- Then good day, and thank you.
- Not at all.

There is one final request.

After my nearly fatal infection,
it has become obvious

that we cannot afford
to be without a physician.

We should like you,
Dr. McCoy, to remain.

I'm sorry, that's impossible.

Your duties will be
extraordinarily light.

You shall be free to read, meditate,
conduct research, whatever you like.

The answer is no.

We should like to keep it cordial, but...

we are determined to have you stay,
Doctor.

- Dr. McCoy saved your life.
- I am losing patience.

- You are a disciple of Plato?
- We live in peace and harmony.

Whose harmony? Yours?
Plato wanted truth and beauty.

And, above all, justice.

My dear Mr. Spock,

circumstances have forced us
to make a few adaptations of Plato.

But ours is the most
democratic society conceivable.

Anyone can, at any moment,
be or do anything he wishes,

even become ruler of Platonius,
if his mind is strong enough.

If his mind isn't strong,
he's torn apart like Alexander?

We are not children.

In your culture,
justice is the will of the stronger.

It is forced upon people
by means of weapons, spaceships.

Our justice is the will of the
stronger mind, a vast improvement.

We don't use weapons
for the brutality you practise.

Farewell, Captain.

Come on.

McCoy.

I can't move. They're gonna
keep me here no matter what.

- Leave, please.
- No, you're the doctor.

They don't want to force you.
They're trying...

Go while you still can.

We're not leaving till he's released.

You are not in command.

- Why discuss it? Get rid of them.
- That might offend the doctor.

You wish to stay? By all means.

Help us celebrate our anniversary.

I hope we can persuade you
to join our tiny republic.

- You won't persuade me.
- I think we will.

♪ Tweedledee, Tweedledum
Spacemen marching to a drum ♪

♪ We slithe among the mimsy toves
And gyre among the borogoves ♪

You're not staying, McCoy,
no matter what he...

Being your slave,

what should I do

but tend upon the hours

and times... of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend

Nor service to do, till you...

Stop it! Don't do this to him, Parmen.

McCoy, no matter what
he makes me say or do,

the answer's... no.

No, Parmen! Stop it!

Well, Doctor?

I...

I have my orders.

As you wish, Doctor.

Is this your utopia?
Your grand vision of the future?

You don't even...

[SCREAMS]

- Enough of your moralising.
- We've had too much of yours.

- You'll never get me to stay.
- You'll be happy to.

It takes time,
but you will be happy to stay.

He's a Vulcan!
You can't force emotion out of him.

- You must be joking.
- You'll destroy him.

We can't let him die laughing,
can we?

[SOBS]

I beg you...

Spock...

Spock...

Don't... let them break you.

Hold on!

Don't...

Parmen, they saved your life!

I'm ashamed to be a Platonian.
Ashamed!

[WHINNIES]

How can you let this go on?

- Can you do anything?
- No medicine can help.

He'll have to
come through this himself.

I trust they did not injure you
too much, Captain?

My muscles are sore, that's all.

The humiliation must have been
most difficult to bear.

I can understand.

The release of emotions
is what keeps us healthy.

- Emotionally healthy, that is.
- That may be, Doctor.

However, I have noted that
the healthy release of emotion

is frequently very unhealthy
for those closest to you.

Which goes to prove
there's no perfect solution.

So it would seem.

- Captain.
- Yes, Spock.

Do you still feel anger
toward Parmen?

Great anger.

- And you, Dr. McCoy?
- Yes, and hatred.

Then you must release it,
gentlemen,

as I must master mine.

I might have seriously injured you,
Captain,

even killed you.

They have evoked
such great hatred in me,

I cannot allow it to go further.

I must...

...master it.

I must... control...

Jim...

This is senseless. I'm staying.

- You can't.
- Parmen promised you'll be safe.

He'd let us beam up then plunge
the ship back into the atmosphere.

Why trick me?

Because if he killed us outright,
you'd retaliate.

You're a doctor, you have the means.

Bones, I know you're trying
to do the right thing,

but if any one of us escaped,

Parmen knows Starfleet would never
let this planet go unpunished.

Sacrifice yourself
and you sign our death warrant.

He's right. I should have warned you.

They were treating you
the same way they treat me.

Only you fight them.

All the time, I thought it was me,
my mind couldn't move a pebble.

They even told me I was lucky they
kept me around, and I believed them.

The arms and legs
of everybody's whim.

Look down, don't meet their eyes.
Smile.

These great people,
they were gods to me.

But you showed me
what they really are.

And now I know, it's not me,
it's not my size, it's them.

It's them!

- Put it down.
- No, this is the best thing.

- Do what I say.
- I'm gonna cut them.

Parmen first, and they'll all get
infected. But this time, let them die.

Let me give them
a taste of what they gave me.

They're gonna kill you, anyway.

In that case,
what's the point in you dying too?

Give it to me.

That's the first time anybody ever
thought of my life before his own.

I should have told you when you first
came that they were gonna kill you.

- I was afraid.
- It's all right.

It's all right, Alexander.

We haven't given up.

And there may be something
you can do to help.

- Anything, you just tell me.
- All right.

Did the Platonians
always have this power?

- No, not until we came to this planet.
- Alexander.

Is it possible for you to recall
how long after you arrived

that their power began to develop?

Six months after we got here,
they started pushing me around.

How many months' supplies
did you bring with you?

- Four, I think... Three.
- That's close enough.

Fascinating. Their power developed
after eating the native foods.

That's right.

It's logical to assume a connection
between the psychokinetic power

and eating native foods.

Why wouldn't Alexander
have the same power?

Perhaps he cannot
absorb the crucial element.

Bones, take a reading
of Alexander's blood.

Not that I'm afraid,
but will it hurt much?

You won't even know it happened.

You have a reading
of Parmen's blood.

He has the highest
psychokinetic ability

and Alexander the lowest,
in the same conditions.

Alexander probably has a biochemical
deficiency relative to Platonius.

I'll run both samples
through for a comparative test.

If our theory works out,
we've got a weapon.

The difference between
Parmen's blood and Alexander's

is the concentration of kironide
broken down by hormone.

Kironide. A high-energy source.
That could be it.

The hormones confirm the hypothesis.
They also regulate body growth.

You mean...

The same thing that kept me from
having the power made me a dwarf?

Yes. It's also obvious
why Parmen kept this utopia secret.

Anyone remaining here long enough
would acquire the power.

Exactly.

There must be a quick way
of building up kironide in our blood.

- It's possible.
- What are we waiting for?

What is it?

Even if the kironide has an effect,
it may not help us get out.

- Yes, there are 38 of them.
- Point taken.

But the power is not additive.

If it were, considering
the Platonians propensities,

two or three would have combined
forces and deposed Parmen.

He's right.

Parmen says each
has his own power frequency.

When they tried to combine
their powers, it never worked.

- I'm ready.
- Let's not waste time.

Give us double the concentration
in Parmen's blood.

The time factor concerns me.

It may take days before
there's enough kironide to benefit us.

Yes.

What about Alexander?

Since the kironide's
injected directly into his blood,

it should work on him better
because he's acclimated.

Oh, no. Not after
what they've done to me.

Why not? You could take Parmen's
place and run the whole planet.

You think that's what I want?
To become one of them?

Become my own enemy?

Lie around like a big blob
and have things done for me?

I want to move around for myself,
laugh or cry for myself.

You can keep your precious power.

All I ask is one thing. If you make it
out of here, take me with you.

Drop me any place they never
heard of kironide or Platonius.

KIRK:
Nurse...

Lieutenant Uhura...

I guess we weren't
sufficiently entertaining.

Are we glad to see you!

We were forced to beam down.

It was like
becoming someone's puppet.

I thought I was sleepwalking.
I couldn't stop myself.

[LAUGHTER]

Captain, what is it? What's going on?

- Do you feel any effect of the kironide?
- I experienced a slight flush.

So did I. Let's try a simple test.

Concentrate on raising
this plate of fruit.

Nothing.

[APPLAUSE]

Fellow academicians,
2,500 years ago,

a band of hearty vagabonds
arrived on this rough-hewn planet.

There was hardship,
back-breaking toil,

and then a divine providence
graced our genius and dedication

with the power of powers, and through
it our every need instantly materialised.

We thereupon determined
to form a Utopian Brotherhood.

This is a festive occasion, for tonight
we welcome into that brotherhood

its first new member.

Not yet, Parmen.
You have to convince the doctor first.

They'll never do it, Jim.

Doctor, please, you have destroyed
the festive mood of the ladies.

We must recapture it at once.

I know.

What would be better than a serenade
from the laughing spaceman?

♪ Take care young ladies
and value your wine ♪

♪ Be watchful of young men
in their velvet prime ♪

♪ Deeply they'll swallow
from your finest kegs ♪

♪ Then swiftly be gone ♪

♪ Leaving bitter dregs ♪

♪ Aaaah-aaaah ♪

♪ Bitter dregs ♪

♪ With smiling words and tender touch ♪

♪ Man offers little
and asks for so much ♪

♪ He loves in the breathless
excitement of night ♪

♪ Then leaves with your treasure
in cold morning light ♪

♪ Aaaah-aaaah ♪

♪ In cold morning light ♪

Now, let the revels begin.

[CROWD LAUGHS]

[APPLAUSE]

How faithless and fickle.

Make up your minds!

I'm so ashamed.
Please, make them stop.

We have tried.

Please, please make them stop.

I haven't the power.

I'm deeply sorry.

We've failed you.

For so long,
I've wanted to be close to you.

Now all I want to do
is crawl away and die.

Careful, Mr. Spock,
too much love is dangerous.

Remember, Cupid's arrow
kills Vulcans.

I'm so frightened, Captain.
I'm so very frightened.

That's the way they want you to feel.
It makes them think they're alive.

I know it.

But... I wish I could stop trembling.

Try not... to think of them.

Try!

I'm thinking...

...of all the times on the Enterprise
when I was scared to death.

And I would see you
so busy at your commands,

and I would hear your voice
from all parts of the ship,

and my fears would fade.

And now they're making me tremble.

But I'm not afraid.

I am not afraid.

[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

Parmen, let's get on with it.

You are so impatient.
Observe the doctor and learn.

He's content to wait
for the pièce de résistance.

You're half dead, all of you.

You've been dead for centuries.

We may disappear tomorrow,
but we're living now.

You can't stand that.

You're half crazy
because there's nothing inside.

You have to torture us to
convince yourselves you're superior.

Stop it, Parmen!

I'll do whatever you want,
I'll serve you, but stop it!

Parmen.

Alexander again.

He likes to play with knives.
Very well, we shall indulge him.

Who did that?

- I did.
- Impossible!

Quite possible. And logical.

- What is it?
- What's going on?

Platonians, the next one of you
that tries any trick, will get hurt.

We have your psychokinetic ability
at twice your power level.

Not twice mine.

Captain, no!

I beg of you, I'll do anything you say.

I do not wish to die.

Captain? Do you hear me?

Don't stop me. Let me finish him off!

You want to be like him?

Parmen, listen to me. I could have had
your power, but I didn't want it.

I could have had your place
right now.

But the sight of you
and your Academicians sickens me.

You're the most contemptible things
in this universe.

Captain. You knew I intended to
destroy both you and the Enterprise.

Yet you spared me.

To us, killing is murder,
even for revenge.

There will be other starships...

No need for concern. They'll be safe.

I've begun to think we've become
bizarre and unproductive,

existing merely to nourish our
powers, it's time for fresh air.

- We'll welcome your visits.
- I don't believe you.

That would be uncharacteristic.

We must expect that the moment
we leave here, your fear will be gone.

You'll again be
as sadistic and arrogant

as your 2,500 years
have made you.

We can recreate that power
in a matter of hours.

So don't try anything.

Understood, Captain.

And you're right,
none of us can be trusted.

Uncontrolled, power will turn
even saints into savages.

We all live down
to our lowest impulses.

You're very good
at making speeches.

Just make sure
that this one sinks in.

Now move aside.

Alexander.

Kirk to Enterprise.
Mr. Scott, prepare to beam us up.

I have a little surprise for you.

I'm bringing a visitor aboard.