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All observation stations, take final
readings. This is our last orbit.

Spock. Any answers?

I still read a suggestion of carbon-cycle
life-forms on the planet's surface.

Which is impossible
under conditions there.

Agreed. Mr. Sulu, switch to the planet
area I have under observation.

I'm reading it now, Mr. Spock.

It seems to indicate artificial power
being generated in factor 7 quantities.

Which would indicate
a considerable civilization.

What's this poppycock
about life-forms on this planet?

The surface is lava,
the atmosphere poisonous.

Our readings could be false, perhaps
caused by natural phenomena.

Starfleet should forget about space
legends. There's no intelligent life here.

Anything from the planet?

I've repeatedly tried
on every hailing frequency.

There's no response on any channel.

Transmit to Starfleet our sensor
readings and log entries on the planet.

Surface conditions make it impossible
for us to beam down and investigate.

We are going on
to our next assignment.

- Completing final orbit, sir.
- Prepare to warp us out.

[ENGINES FAIL]

- Alert status.
- We're being scanned.

A deep probe, incredibly swift.

Jim.

Captain Kirk, I believe. A pleasure
to make your acquaintance, sir.

Uhura...

No need to check
your voice-telegraph device.

- Do I gather that you recognize me?
- I recognize what you appear to be.

And appearances can be most
deceiving. But not in this case.

I am Abraham Lincoln.

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.

Spock.

Fascinating.

I have been described in many ways,
but never with that word.

- I was requesting your analysis, Spock.
- They did scan us and our vessel.

And doubtless obtained information
to present this illusion.

Illusion? Captain, will you permit me
to come aboard your vessel?

No doubt you have devices
which can check my reality.

We'd be... honored to have you
aboard, Mr. President.

Do you still measure time in minutes?

We can convert to it, sir.

Then you should be directly
over my position in...

There. Exactly twelve
and one half minutes.

Until then, Captain.

Thank you, Mr. Mulney.

Small change occurring there, Captain.

- Magnification 4, helm.
- Aye, aye, sir.

An area of 1,000 square kilometers.
It measures completely Earth-like.

Perfect oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.

He called it to the second, sir.
We'll be over it in twelve minutes.

Security, send a detachment
to the transporter room,

phaser side arms, and be prepared
to give presidential honors.

Do you believe
he's Abraham Lincoln?

It's obvious he believes it.

Dr. McCoy, Mr. Scott,
full dress uniforms.

Full dress? Presidential honors?
What is all this nonsense?

- President Lincoln's coming aboard.
- You're daft, man.

I only know what the captain tells me

and he says he'll have the hide of
the first man who so much as smiles.

I'd have expected sanity
from the ship's surgeon, at least.

President Lincoln indeed.

Followed by Louis of France
and Robert the Bruce?

If so, we'll execute appropriate honors
to each, Mr. Scott.

I don't for a moment believe that
President Lincoln is coming aboard,

but we're dealing with an unknown
and highly-advanced life-form.

Until we know... when in Rome,
we'll do as the Romans do.

CHEKOV [ON INTERCOM]:
Bridge to transporter room.

One minute to overhead position.

Locked onto something.

Does that appear human to you,
Mr. Spock?

Fascinating. For a moment,
it appeared almost mineral.

Like living rock with heavy fore claws.

Settling down now to human readings.

We can beam it aboard
any time now, sir.

Dr. McCoy, take tricorder readings
and see if it is human.

Appropriate ruffles
and flourishes, Mr. Spock.

Security, stand ready.

Phaser team, set ready for heavy stun.

- Band honors ready, Captain.
- Energize.

[CREWMAN BLOWS WHISTLE]

[DRUM ROLL AND FANFARE]

The USS Enterprise is honored
to have you aboard, Mr. President.

Strange. Where are the musicians?

That's taped music. A starship on duty
never carries an honor detachment.

Taped music, you say.

Well, perhaps Mr. Spock will be good
enough to explain that to me later.

A most interesting way
to come aboard.

What was the device used?

An energy-matter scrambler.

Molecules in your body
are converted into energy

then beamed here and reconverted
to their original pattern.

Well, since I'm obviously here...
and quite whole,

whatever you mean
apparently works very well.

Gentlemen, if those are weapons,
please lower them.

At my age,
I'm afraid I'm not very dangerous.

Human, Jim.

All too human, Dr. McCoy.
Happy to make your acquaintance, sir.

Mr. President,
may I present my officers.

Commander Spock,
second in command,

Engineering Officer Scott
and Security Officer Dickerson.

Mr. Spock, Mr. Scott, Mr. Dickerson.

Gentlemen, I hope to
talk to each of you.

But meanwhile, your captain
is consumed with questions

and I shall do my utmost
to answer them.

I trust your duties will permit time
to answer some of mine.

At your service, Captain.

Lieutenant Dickerson, you and
your men may return to quarters.

Mr. President.

A most interesting vessel.

What was it you locked onto
before you beamed him aboard?

You heard Mr. Spock yourself.
Mineral, he called it. Like living rock.

- And that became Lincoln?
- I couldn't tell.

It may have been another figure
down there standing by.

What do you make of it?

I'm not quite sure.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5906.4.

Who or what has been
beamed aboard our vessel?

An alien who has changed
himself into this form? An illusion?

I cannot conceive it possible
that Abraham Lincoln

has been reincarnated.

And yet his kindness,
his wisdom, his humor,

everything about him is so right.

If I recall, your Union army observation
balloons were tendered 600 feet high.

We're 643 miles above
the surface of this planet.

You can measure great distances
that closely?

We do, sir.

643 miles, 2,021 feet, 2.04 inches,
at this moment,

using your old style measurements.

Bless me.

Excuse me, Captain Kirk.

- Mr. Scott...
- What a charming Negress.

Forgive me, my dear.

In my time, some used
that term as a description of property.

Why should I object to that term, sir?

In our century,
we've learned not to fear words.

Our communications officer,
Lieutenant Uhura.

The foolishness of my century
had me apologizing

where no offense was given.

We've each learned
to be delighted with what we are.

The Vulcans learned that
centuries before we did.

It is basic to the Vulcan philosophy.

The combination of a number of things
to make existence worthwhile.

Yes, philosophy of nome,
meaning "all".

How did I know that?

Just as I seem to know
that on the planet's surface,

you will meet one of the greatest
Vulcans in your planet's history.

My mind cannot recall his name,
but I know he will be there.

What powers your vessel?
May I see your engine room?

- Certainly. Our engineering officer...
- Has been waiting for over two hours.

Oh, dear. If you'll forgive me,
our communications officer...

I would be delighted to have her
as a guide.

Forgive me again.
We'll rejoin you shortly.

Where are they?

Probably looking up
a plate of haggis in the galley.

Sorry to have been delayed.

I'd be last to advise you
on your command image...

- I doubt that, but continue.
- Do I have to lay it out for you?

The crew see you treat this
impostor like the... real thing,

when he can't possibly be real.

He died centuries ago on a planet
hundreds of light years away.

More that direction, Engineer.

Why aren't you doing whatever a
science officer does at a time like this?

I am, Doctor. I am observing the alien.

At last. At least somebody
agrees with us. He's an alien.

- Of course he is.
- He's potentially dangerous.

Mad. Loony as an Arcturian dogbird.

Gentlemen, as you know,
Mr. Spock and I have been invited

to beam down to the planet's surface
with him.

- Any comments on that?
- Yes, a big one.

Suddenly, miraculously, we see a spot
of Earth-type environment down there.

Is it really there or do we just think
we see it down there?

You might beam down
into a sea of molten lava.

Why would he want
to kill only two of us?

It would be illogical.

They could as easily trick us into
destroying the entire vessel.

Are you implying that it's probably safe
to beam down there?

I'm not. There's no doubt they want us
down there for a hidden purpose.

Otherwise they would have revealed
a logical reason for all this.

Why Lincoln, Spock?
Any speculation on that?

Speculation is unnecessary.
The answer is clear.

President Lincoln has always been
a very personal hero to you.

What better way to titillate your curiosity
than to make him come alive for you?

- And not only to me, Spock.
- Agreed.

I, too, experienced his charm.
It is a magnificent work of duplication.

But he holds
a special involvement to you.

It's interesting that you're the one

who's going to make the decision
whether to beam down or not.

Don't do it, Captain.

The very reason for the existence of
our starships is contact with other life.

The method is beyond comprehension,
but we have been offered contact.

Therefore, I shall beam down.
Mr. Spock, as for you...

Since I was included in the invitation,
I must beam down with you.

- You're out of your heads.
- You're on the edge of insubordination.

Would it be insubordinate to remind you
that this smells of something happening

that I might not be able to patch
back together again?

Your concern
is noted and appreciated.

Mr. Spock, standard dress,
tricorders and phasers.

We will guide Lincoln to the transporter
room and beam down immediately.

Standing by, Mr. Scott.

Transporter room to bridge,
standing by.

CHEKOV [OVER INTERCOM]:
We are now locked in synchronous orbit.

Sensors show the area
as Earth-like in all respects.

If they are wrong and they do beam
into a pool of lava...

They're dead men.
I couldn't pull them back in time.

All right, Mr. Scott. Energize.

Scotty!

SPOCK:
Captain.

Our phasers and tricorder
did not beam down with us.

Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise?
Enterprise. Come in.

Enterprise, come in.

Undamaged,
yet prevented from functioning.

Come in, landing party. Report.

Enterprise to Captain Kirk.
Can you read us?

If they're all right,
they should have reported in.

- Your explanation, sir?
- I have none. It seems as it should be.

Why were our weapons taken?

Please, believe me. I know nothing
other than what I told you.

The game's over. We've gone along
with what and who you think you are.

Despite the contradictions, all is as it
appears to be. I am Abraham Lincoln.

Just as I am whom I appear to be.

- Surak.
- Who?

The greatest of all who ever lived
on our planet.

The father of all we became.

All ship's systems going dead.
Switch to reserve power.

- All decks, report status.
- All decks, report status.

Bridge to engineering. Come in.
What's happening to our power?

Engineering, report.

MAN [OVER INTERCOM]:
We've switched to reserve power.

- Lost all power in the warp engines.
- How is it, Mr. Sulu?

No answer yet on what caused it.
They're standing by.

Shut down all unnecessary systems.

- No damage report, Mr. Scott.
- No indication of engine damage, sir.

- Engage restart cycle.
- I can't.

Start emergency procedures.

Live long and prosper, Spock.
May you also, Captain Kirk.

It is not logical that you are Surak.

There is no fact, extrapolation of fact,
or theory, which makes possible...

Whatever I am,
would it harm you to give response?

Live long and prosper, image of Surak,
father of all we now hold true.

The image of Surak read in your face
what is in your mind, Spock.

As I turned and my eyes beheld you,
I displayed emotion.

I beg forgiveness.

The cause was more than sufficient.

Let us speak no further of it.

In my time, we knew not of Earthmen.

I am pleased to see
that we have differences.

May we together become greater
than the sum of both of us.

We'll not go along with
these charades any longer.

You will have an answer
soon, Captain.

Our world is called Excalbia.

Countless who live on that planet
are watching.

Before this drama unfolds,

we welcome the ones
named Kirk and Spock.

We know nothing of your world,
or your customs.

What do you mean
"drama about to unfold"?

You're intelligent life-forms.

I am surprised you do not perceive
the honor we do you.

Have we not created in this place
a stage identical to your own world?

We perceive that we were invited here
and we came in friendship

and you have deprived us of our
instruments to examine your world,

to defend ourselves,
to communicate with our vessel.

Your objection is well taken. We shall
communicate with your vessel

so that your fellow life-forms may also
enjoy and profit from the play.

Behold.

Captain, Mr. Spock, some of these
you may know through history.

Genghis Khan, for one.

Colonel Green, who led a genocidal
war early in the 21st Century on Earth.

Zora, who experimented with the body
chemistry of subject tribes on Tiburon.

Kahless the Unforgettable,

the Klingon who set the pattern
for his planet's tyrannies.

We welcome the vessel Enterprise to
our solar system and to our spectacle.

At least they're safe.

It's a confrontation of some sort.
Those are figures out of history.

Notoriously evil.

We ask you to observe with us

the confrontation of the two opposing
philosophies you term "good and evil".

Since this is our first experiment with
Earthlings, our theme's a simple one --

survival, life and death.

Your philosophies are alien to us.

We wish to understand them
and discover which is the stronger.

We learn by observing
such spectacles.

What do you mean "survival"?

The word is explicit. If you and Spock
survive, you return to your vessel.

If you do not...

...your existence is ended.

Can we beam
the captain and Spock back up?

We don't have the power. They'll come
aboard a mass of dying flesh.

Can we send the phasers down?

There's nothing we can do.
Nothing but watch them.

He's skimmed the worst ones
in history to face them.

But they're not real.
Any more than that Lincoln or Surak.

- What do the sensors read?
- As life-forms. They are living beings.

Could they be aliens,
projecting an illusion?

The readings
are those of humanoids.

Why do you hesitate?
Do you wish further clarification?

Your choice of action is unlimited,
as is your choice of weapons.

You may fabricate anything you desire
out of what you can find around you.

Captain.

Mr. Spock and I refuse to participate.

You will decide otherwise.

Analysis, Spock.
Why do they want us to fight?

It may be as explained. Our concept
of good and evil is strange to them.

Perhaps they wish to determine
which is strongest.

And they'll get their answer
if it kills us.

I'm afraid none of us may leave
until we do what it demands of us.

Captain Kirk, may I speak with you?

I agree with your attitude toward this.

It's ridiculous to think
we should take part in it.

- What do you want?
- The same as you. To get out of here.

I have no quarrel with you,
any more than you have with me.

You're somewhat different than the
way history paints you, Colonel Green.

History tends to exaggerate.

I suggest we call a halt to this at once

and see if we can't find
a way out of our difficulties.

My associates are in
full agreement with me.

Captain, you were tricked
into coming here, weren't you?

So were we all.

Where do you come from?

I can't remember. Isn't that strange?

My memory used to be
quite remarkable.

Well, wherever it was,
I want to get back.

So it seems to me, Captain,
that we have a common cause.

- And our enemy is that creature.
- What do you propose?

That we combine forces
and reason some way to overcome it.

You were notorious, Colonel Green,

for striking at your enemies
in the midst of negotiating with them.

But that was centuries ago, Captain,
and not altogether true.

No, there's much I would change now,
if I could.

Don't let prejudice
and rumor sway you.

Captain! How can we warn him?

- Anyone hurt?
- My clothing is somewhat damaged.

But how delightful to discover
at my age that I can still wrestle.

I'm all right. I suggest we prepare
ourselves for another attack.

No. I think Colonel Green is right.

That rock is our enemy.
Not those illusions.

For an illusion, my opponent
carried a considerable punch.

I forgot.
You consider me an illusion, too.

The captain speaks wisely.
Those four are not our enemy.

We should arrive
at a peaceful settlement.

I am disappointed. You display
no interest in the honor we do you.

We offer you an opportunity
to become our teachers

by demonstrating
whether good or evil is more powerful.

You find my body heat distressing?
You forget the nature of this planet.

I must conclude that your species
requires a cause to fight for.

You may now
communicate with your ship.

Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise, come in.

- SCOTT: Engineering, report.
- Emergency increasing.

- Deterioration has just started.
- I cannot hear you.

I have the captain.

- Scotty, do you read me?
- I have the captain.

Engineering, check for radiation.
Get a repair crew on it.

I have already. We can't stop it.

- Is there a danger of detonation?
- Four hours.

Red Alert, Captain.
Mr. Scott is standing by.

- KIRK: What caused it?
- I don't know.

- Captain.
- Beam us up fast.

I cannot. We have a power failure.
We're on emergency battery power.

- What happened?
- I can't explain it.

The matter and antimatter
are in red zone proximity.

What caused that?

There's no knowing
and no stopping it.

I estimate four hours
before the shielding goes completely.

Four hours before the ship blows up.

The estimate is correct. Your ship will
blow itself to bits within four hours

unless you defeat
the others before then.

Is that cause enough to fight for?

What if they defeat us?

To save your ship and your crew,
you have to win.

Scotty, inform Starfleet Command.

Disengage nacelles. Jettison
if possible. Mr. Spock, assist him.

Scotty? Scotty?

Your communicators
no longer function, Captain.

You may proceed with the spectacle.

James, the war is forced upon us.
History repeats itself.

SCOTT: Supplemental log, stardate 5906.5.
Engineer Scott reporting.

The Enterprise
will explode in two hours

if Captain Kirk is defeated
by the enemy on the planet.

The power of the Enterprise
has been neutralized

and we sit here watching,
unable to assist.

- Did you set the traps?
- Yes.

- What are they doing?
- Nothing.

They've not armed themselves,
nor prepared a defense.

- I say attack now and finish them.
- With these?

- Better than what they have.
- No, it's not advantage enough.

I want to make sure
the odds are in our favor.

Overwhelm and devastate. That's the
way to get power. I mean to do that.

There's nothing immoral
about fighting an illusion, Mr. Spock.

We play their game, fight, or lose
the ship and all the crewmen aboard.

And if they are real, Captain?

We'll use this... as a base.

It's defensible.

If they approach, they're seen.

- Are we fighting a defensive war?
- No.

But if things go against us,
I want a retreat.

What I want to do now is scout them
out, find their weaknesses and attack.

- You drink whiskey?
- Why?

Because you have qualities
like a man I admire greatly.

- General Grant.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
Mr. Spock, we'll need weapons.

I believe the ancient Vulcans
made something like a boomerang.

And slings and spears.
Slings... Mr. President.

- You used a sling as a boy.
- Indeed I did.

Captain, logic dictates
that we consider another course.

We don't have much time, Spock.

In my time on Vulcan, we also
faced these same alternatives.

We'd suffered devastating wars,
which nearly destroyed our planet.

Another was about to begin.
We were torn.

But out of our suffering, some of us
found the discipline to act.

We sent emissaries
to our opponents to propose peace.

The first were killed.
But others followed.

Ultimately, we achieved peace,
which has lasted since then.

Circumstances
were different then, Surak.

The face of war
has never changed, Captain.

Surely it is more logical
to heal than kill.

I'm afraid that kind of logic
doesn't apply here.

That is precisely why
we should not fight.

My ship is at stake.

I will not harm others, Captain.

His convictions are profound
in this matter.

So are mine. If I believed
there was a peaceful way out of this...

This risk will be mine alone.

If I fail, you lose nothing.
After all, I'm no warrior.

The captain knows that I have fought
at his side before and will do so again.

However, I, too, am a Vulcan,
bred to peace.

Let him attempt it.

- You saw how treacherous they were.
- Yes.

But perhaps it's our belief in peace
that is actually being tested.

I have no authority over you.
You may do as you think best.

Thank you.

May you live long and prosper.

The weapons, gentlemen.

In case he fails.

Colonel.

No!

Let's hear what he has to say.
We may find it useful.

Stop there, Vulcan.
State your purpose.

I come in peace to propose peace.

- Are you surrendering?
- I'm doing what is best for all of us.

If you choose to regard that
as surrender, I accept your definition.

One of those peace lovers, Colonel.

Why are you doing this?
Do you speak for the others?

No, I speak for myself
because I abhor violence.

But if you accept the solution I offer,
they, too, will accept it.

How can I be sure? I think
you're trying to trick me, Vulcan.

While you're here talking peace,
the others are preparing to attack.

No, Colonel. They are at their base,
awaiting an answer.

How can I believe that?

No one talks peace unless
he's ready to back it up with war.

He talks peace
if it's the only way to live.

Then tell me, what do you have
to gain if we accept?

The knowledge
that I have done what I believe in.

What do I get out of it?

I fight for gain, Vulcan.
What do I gain here?

Your life and the lives of the others.

You said yourself, Colonel, that
we have common cause to survive.

Together we can. But not by warring.

- Why don't we kill him?
- No.

He's our means to finish them all.

Colonel, surely you accept
the logic of this?

- What is your answer?
- You're very persuasive, Vulcan.

I'd like to come out of this
with a whole skin.

Perhaps I can convince my associates
that it would be to their advantage also.

Your Surak is a brave man.

Men of peace usually are, Captain.

On Vulcan, he is revered
as the father of our civilization.

The father image
holds much meaning for us.

You show emotion, Spock.

I respect what he has accomplished.

I hope he accomplishes
something here soon.

[SCREAM]

Surak?

SURAK:
Help me, Spock!

Spock, help me!

GREEN: Mr. Spock, your friend
wants you. He seems to be hurt.

Spock, help me!

GREEN:
You can't let him suffer.

They're trying to goad us into attacking.
They expect us to act rashly.

- Yes, I know that.
- He was aware of what might happen.

- I should never have let him go.
- You had no choice.

[SCREAM]

- You could not have stopped him.
- How can you ignore that?

A Vulcan would not cry out so.

Whether he's a Vulcan or not,
he's in agony.

- I am not insensitive to it, Captain.
- Help me, Spock!

But you can just listen to it
and do nothing.

- I can't.
- That is what they're waiting for.

They're waiting for us
to attempt a rescue.

I can't just let him stay there.

Perhaps we can rescue him,
Mr. Spock.

I suggest that we do
whatever they want.

Do what they want, sir?

Not the way they want it, however.

We must first convince them that they
have provoked us to recklessness.

James, I do not mean
to presume upon your authority.

What I propose is that
I circle around to their rear,

while you two provide a frontal assault.

It should be sufficiently violent
to cover whatever I do.

- What will you do?
- Slip into their camp and free him.

Remember I was a backwoodsman.
I doubt you could do what I was bred to.

- I can't let you risk it, Mr. President.
- I am no longer president.

- Mr. Spock, any comment?
- Help me, Spock!

- No, sir.
- One matter further, gentlemen.

We fight on their level.

With trickery, brutality, finality,
we match their evil.

I know, James.
I was reputed to be a gentle man.

But I was commander in chief

during the four bloodiest years
of my country's history.

I gave orders that sent
100,000 men to their death

at the hands of their brothers.

There's no honorable way to kill,
no gentle way to destroy.

There is nothing good in war
except its ending.

And you're fighting
for the lives of your crew.

Your campaign, Mr. President.

They should be coming soon.

Zora! Kahless! No, wait!

- How many did you see?
- Two.

Surak, the others
have drawn them away.

We will circle around.

It was a worthy effort, Surak. Worthy.

No need to blame yourself
for its failure.

Help me, Spock.

Now can you cry like Lincoln?

Help me, Kirk.

Help me, Kirk.

- Mr. Lincoln!
- James, stay back.

You are the survivors.
The others have run off.

Evil retreats when forcibly confronted.

But you failed to demonstrate any other
difference between your philosophies.

Your good and evil
use the same methods,

achieve the same results.
Do you have an explanation?

You established the methods
and the goals.

For you to use as you chose.

- What did you offer them if they won?
- What they wanted most. Power.

You offered me the lives of my crew.

I perceive you have won their lives.

How many others
have you done this to?

What gives you the right
to hand out life and death?

The same right that brought you here.

The need to know new things.

- We came in peace.
- And you may go in peace.

Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

SULU: Is that you, Captain?
Are you all right?

Yes, Mr. Sulu, we're all right.

You may beam us aboard.

- Mr. Scott, report.
- The ship is functioning normally.

The restart cycle is in operation. You'd
never know it had been out of order.

We should be on warp power
within 30 minutes, sir.

The deterioration in the shielding
has stopped.

- I have no explanation.
- Thank you, Mr. Chekov.

Mr. Spock. Any explanation?

- Conjecture, rather than explanation.
- Well?

We were held in the power
of creatures able to control matter

and rearrange molecules
in whatever fashion was desired.

So they were able to create images
of Surak and Lincoln

after scanning our minds and using
fellow creatures as source matter.

They seemed so real.
And to me, especially Mr. Lincoln.

I feel I actually met Lincoln.

Yes. And Surak.

Perhaps, in a sense,
they were real, Captain.

Created out of our own thoughts, they
would be what we expected them to be.

It was so hard for me
to see him die again.

I feel I understand what
Earth must have gone through

to achieve final peace.

Captain Kirk, the planet has resumed
its normal appearance.

There is still so much of their work
to be done in the galaxy, Spock.

Mr. Sulu, break us out of orbit
and continue to our next assignment.

Aye, aye, sir.