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Stardate 9521.6.

Captain's log,
U.S.S. Excelsior.

Hikaru Sulu commanding.

After three years,

I've concluded
my first assignment

as master of this vessel,

cataloging gaseous
planetary anomalies

in Beta Quadrant.

We're heading home
under full impulse power.

I am pleased to report
that ship and crew

have functioned well.

According to this, we've
completed our survey

of the entire sector.

I have an energy wave

at 240 degrees mark 6 port, sir.

Visual!

My...

God!

Shields. Shields!

She's not answering her helm.

Starboard thrusters.
Turn into the wave.

Aye.

Quarter impulse power.

Damage report!

Checking all systems, Captain.

Don't tell me that
was any meteor shower.

Negative, sir. The subspace
shock wave originated

at bearing 323 mark 75.

Location...

It's Praxis, sir.
It's a Klingon moon.

Praxis is their key
energy production facility.

Send to Klingon high command...

this is Excelsior,
a Federation Starship.

We have monitored
a large explosion

in your sector.

Do you require assistance?

Aye, sir.

Mr. Vultane,
any more data?

Yes, sir. I've confirmed
the location of Praxis, but...

What is it?

I cannot confirm
the existence of Praxis.

On screen.

Magnify.

Computer enhancement.

Praxis?

What's left of it, sir.

Captain, I'm getting
a message from Praxis.

Let's have it.

This is Brigadier Kerla

speaking for the high command.

There has been
an incident on Praxis.

However, everything
is under control.

We have no need for assistance.

Obey treaty stipulations

and remain outside
the neutral zone.

This transmission ends now.

"An incident"?

Do we report this, sir?

Are you kidding?

What are we doing here?

Maybe they're throwing us
a retirement party.

That suits me.
I just bought a boat.

This had better be good.

I'm supposed to be
chairing a seminar

at the academy.

Isn't this just for top brass?

If we're all here, where's Sulu?

Captain Sulu.
On assignment.

Where's Spock?

This briefing is classified.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the C-in-C.

As you were.

To break this information
down succinctly,

the Klingon empire has
roughly 50 years of life

left to it.

For full details,

I'm turning this briefing over

to the Federation's
special envoy.

Good morning.

Two months ago,
a Federation Starship

monitored an explosion
on the Klingon moon Praxis.

They believe it was caused
by overmining

and insufficient
safety precautions.

The moon's decimation

means the deadly pollution
of their ozone.

They will have depleted
their supply of oxygen

in approximately 50 Earth years.

Due to their enormous
military budget,

the Klingon economy does
not have the resources

with which to combat
this catastrophe.

Last month, at the behest
of the Vulcan ambassador,

I opened a dialog with Gorkon,

chancellor of the Klingon
high council.

He proposes to commence
negotiations at once.

Negotiations for what?

The dismantling
of our space stations

and star bases
along the neutral zone,

an end to almost 70 years
of unremitting hostility

which the Klingons
can no longer afford.

Bill, are we talking about
mothballing the Starfleet?

Well, I'm sure

that our exploration
and scientific programs

would be unaffected,
Captain, but...

I must protest.

To offer Klingons safe haven
within Federation space

is suicide.

Klingons would become

the alien trash of the galaxy.

And if we dismantle the fleet,

we'd be defenseless
before an aggressive species

with a foothold
on our territory.

The opportunity here is to
bring them to their knees.

Then we'll be in a
far better position

to dictate terms.

Sir?

Captain Kirk.

The Klingons have
never been trustworthy.

I'm forced to agree
with Admiral Cartwright.

This is a terrifying idea.

It is imperative that we act now

to support the Gorkon initiative

lest more conservative
elements persuade his empire

that it is better to attempt
a military solution

and die fighting.

You, Captain Kirk, are
to be our first olive branch.

We have volunteered
to rendezvous

with the Klingon vessel

which is bringing
Chancellor Gorkon to Earth

and to escort him safely
through Federation space.

Me?

Well, there are Klingons who feel
the same way about the peace treaty

as yourself
and Admiral Cartwright,

but they'll think twice

about attacking the Enterprise
under your command.

I have personally
vouched for you

in this matter, Captain.

You have personally vouched?

You will extend
Chancellor Gorkon

full diplomatic
courtesy, Captain Kirk.

But a full ambassador
would be better equipped...

If there's
no further business...

I wish you
and your crew godspeed.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

I remind you
this meeting is classified.

I don't know whether to
congratulate you or not, Jim.

I wouldn't.

We volunteered?

There is an old
Vulcan proverb...

"Only Nixon
could go to China."

How could you vouch for me?

That's arrogant presumption.

My father requested
that I open negotiations...

I know your father's the Vulcan
ambassador, for heaven's sake,

but you know
how I feel about this.

They're animals.

Jim, there is an historic
opportunity here.

Don't believe them.
Don't trust them.

They are dying.

Let them die.

Has it occurred to you
that this crew

is due to stand down
in three months?

We've done our bit
for king and country.

You should have trusted me.

Control, this is SD-103,
approach to space dock. Over.

SD-103, you are clear to deliver

Captain Kirk and party
to NCC-1701-Alpha.

Over.

Captain on the bridge.

As you were, Lieutenant...

Valeris, sir.

We were told that
you needed a helmsman,

so I volunteered.

Lieutenant, it is agreeable
to see you again.

Lieutenant was the first
Vulcan to be graduated

at the top of her class
at the academy.

You must be proud.

I don't believe so.

She's a Vulcan, all right.

Let's get this over with.
Departure stations.

- Scotty.
- Aye, sir?

Did you find the engine room?

Right where I left it, sir.

Stand by. Uhura,
get me the dock master.

Control tower reading, sir.

Control, this is Enterprise

requesting permission to depart.

This is control, Enterprise.

Permission to depart granted.

Thirty seconds for port gates.

Clear all moorings.

Awaiting port gates
from this mark.

All moorings clear.

Aft thrusters.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
One-quarter impulse power.

Captain, may I remind you

that regulations
specify thrusters

only while in space dock?

Jim?

You heard the order, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Captain's log, Stardate 9522.6.

I've never trusted Klingons,

and I never will.

I could never forgive them
for the death of my boy.

It seems to me

our mission to escort
the chancellor

of the Klingon high council

to a peace summit...

is problematic at best.

Spock says this could be
an historic occasion,

and I'd like to believe him,

but how on earth can history
get past people like me?

Sorry.

You could have knocked.

We are almost
at the rendezvous, sir.

I thought that
you would like to know.

Right.

Permission to speak freely, sir.

It is an honor
to serve with you.

You piloted well out
of the space dock, Lieutenant.

I've always wanted
to try that, sir.

You've done well, Valeris.

As your sponsor at the academy,

I have followed your career
with satisfaction.

And as a Vulcan,

you've exceeded my expectations.

I do not understand
this representation.

It is a depiction from
ancient Earth mythology...

the expulsion from paradise.

Why keep it in your quarters?

It is a reminder to me
that all things end.

It is of endings
that I wish to speak.

Sir, I address you
as a kindred intellect.

Do you not recognize

that a turning point
has been reached

in the affairs
of the Federation?

Mmm.

History is replete with
turning points, Lieutenant.

You must have faith.

Faith?

That the universe
will unfold as it should.

But is that logical?
Surely we must...

Logic, logic, and logic.

Logic... is the beginning
of wisdom, Valeris,

not the end.

This will be my final voyage on board
this vessel as a member of her crew.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

I intend you to replace me.

I could only succeed you, sir.

Now
hear this. All officers to the bridge.

Klingon battle cruiser
off the port bow.

All officers to the bridge.

Captain on the bridge.

Shall we raise our
shields, Captain?

Never been this close.

The Chancellor is undoubtedly
awaiting our signal.

Uhura, hailing frequencies.

Aye, sir.

Right standard rudder.

Bring us alongside.

Right standard rudder.
"Z" plus 5 degrees.

Channel is open, Captain.

This is the Starship Enterprise,

Captain James T. Kirk
commanding.

This is Kronos One.

I am Chancellor Gorkon.

Chancellor, we've been
ordered to escort you

through Federation space
to your meeting on Earth.

Thank you, Captain.

Would you and your party
care to dine this evening

aboard the Enterprise
with my officers

as guests of the United
Federation of Planets?

We would be delighted

to accept your
gracious invitation.

We'll make arrangements to have
you beamed aboard at 1930 hours.

I shall look forward to that.

Well, I hope you're happy.

Captain...

there is a supply of
Romulan ale aboard.

It might make the evening
pass more... smoothly.

Officer thinking, Lieutenant.

Guess who's coming to dinner.

Energize.

Chancellor Gorkon.

Captain Kirk.

May I present Captain Spock,
whom I believe you know.

Captain, face-to-face at last.

You have my thanks.

Chancellor.

Gentlemen,

this is my daughter, Azetbur...

my military adviser,
Brigadier Kerla...

and this is General Chang,
my Chief of Staff.

I have so wanted
to meet you, Captain.

I'm not sure how to take that.

Sincere admiration, Kirk.

From one warrior to another.

Right.

This way.

I think you might enjoy
a brief tour.

They all look alike.

What about that smell?

You know only top-of-the-line
models can even talk...

You men have work?

Yes, ma'am.

Then snap to it.

I offer a toast.

The undiscovered country.

The future.

The undiscovered country.

Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1.

You've not experienced
Shakespeare

until you have read him
in the original Klingon.

To be or not to be?

Captain Kirk,

I thought Romulan ale
was illegal.

One advantage of being
1,000 light-years

from Federation Headquarters.

To you, Chancellor Gorkon,

one of the architects
of our future.

- Chancellor.
- Chancellor.

Perhaps we are looking at

something of that future here.

Tell me, Captain Kirk.

Would you be willing
to give up Starfleet?

I believe the Captain feels
that Starfleet's mission

has always been one of peace.

Ah...

Far be it for me
to dispute my first officer,

but Starfleet has
always been at the fore...

Captain, there's no need
to mince words.

In space, all warriors
are cold warriors.

Uh, General,

are you fond of...

Shakespeare?

We do believe all planets

have a sovereign claim

to inalienable human rights.

Inalien?

If you could
only hear yourselves.

Human rights.

Why, the very name is racist.

The Federation

is no more than
a "homo sapiens only" club.

Present company
excepted, of course.

In any case,

we know where this is leading...

the annihilation of our culture.

- That's not true.
- No?

No.

To be or not to be?

That is the question

which preoccupies
our people, Captain Kirk.

We need breathing room.

Earth, Hitler, 1938.

I beg your pardon?

Well...

I see we have a long way to go.

We must do this again sometime.

You don't trust me, do you?

I don't blame you.

If there is to be
a brave new world,

our generation is going
to have the hardest time

living in it.

Captain Spock.

Chancellor.

Madam.

Captain.

Well, most kind.

Parting is such
sweet sorrow, hmm, Captain?

Have we not heard
the chimes at midnight?

Thank God.

Did you see the way they eat?

Terrible table manners.

I doubt that our own behavior

will distinguish us
in the annals of diplomacy.

I'm going to sleep this off.

Please let me know if there's some
other way we can screw up tonight.

I'm going to go find
a pot of black coffee.

The Enterprise hosted
Chancellor Gorkon and company

to dinner last night.

Our manners weren't exactly
Emily Post.

Note to the galley...

Romulan ale no longer
to be served

at diplomatic functions.

Captain Kirk,

will you please
join me on the bridge?

Captain Kirk?

Ah, Captain.

What is it?

I find this curious.

Spock, I'm really tired.

We are reading
an enormous amount

of neutron radiation.

Where?

Strangely enough, it appears
to be emanating from us.

The Enterprise?

Valeris, you know anything
about a radiation surge?

Sir?

Chekov?

Only the size of my head.

I know what you mean.

What's happened?

We have fired
on the Chancellor's ship.

Torpedo room, please confirm.

Have we fired?

906...

Uhura, monitor.

Aye, sir.

Direct hit.

Confirmed, sir.

What did we do?

We've lost gravity!

We are betrayed!

This is the
bridge. Do you read me?

Torpedo bay, did we fire
those torpedoes?

Negative, Captain.

According to inventory,
we're still fully loaded.

Aah!

Find Chang.

Unable to confirm or deny firing

of two photon torpedoes.

- Hailing frequencies.
- Aye, sir.

Kronos One, this is Enterprise.

Do you read?

Over.

Repeat. Kronos One...

Aah!

It's very hard
to make out, Captain.

There has been
some weapons firing

and a lot of shouting.

She's still listing.

She's spinning out of control.

Restoring auxiliary gravity.

Have you not a shred
of decency in you, Kirk?

We come in peace,

and you blatantly
defile that peace.

For that, I shall blow you
out of the stars.

We haven't fired.

Captain.

According to our data banks,
we have... twice.

Captain, they're coming about.

They're preparing to fire.

Shields up, Captain?

Captain, our shields.

Shields up, Captain?

Signal our surrender.

Captain?

We surrender!

This is Enterprise.

If they fire with
our shields down...

We surrender.

We'll be unable to respond.

Repeat. The Enterprise
surrenders.

Are we firing torpedoes?

I wish I knew.

Well, it sure looks like it.

I'm going aboard.
Spock, you have the conn.

I'm responsible for this.
I will go.

No, I'll go. You'll be responsible
for getting me out of this.

We'll not be the instigators
of full-scale war

on the eve of universal peace.

I'm going, too.
They may need a doctor.

Perhaps you're right.

Uhura, tell them we're coming,

and tell them we're unarmed.

Aye, sir.

Have you lost your mind?

I don't understand
what's happened.

We're here to help.

Follow me.

Chancellor Gorkon.

My God.

What has happened here?

You dare to feign ignorance.

What happened?

With a direct torpedo hit,

you crippled our entire
gravitational field,

and two of your Starfleet crew
beamed aboard wearing magnetic boots

and did this.

Aren't you carrying a surgeon?

We were until this disgrace.

Well, then for God
sakes, man, let me help.

I've got a pulse.
We can move him.

I'm gonna need some light.
Can we get him up on this table?

Hold him.

Hold him while I stabilize him.

I said hold him.

Sweet Jesus.
Can you...

Jim, I don't even
know his anatomy.

His wounds are not closing.

He's killing him!

Oh...

He's gone into some
kind of damned arrest.

Come on, damn it!

Come on!

He's not responding.

Don't let it end
this way, Captain.

Under Article Number 184
of your interstellar law,

I'm placing you under arrest.

You are charged
with assassinating

our Chancellor
of the High Council.

We tried to save him.

They've been arrested.

Mr. Spock, we've got
to do something.

I assume command of this ship

as of 0230 hours.

Commander Uhura,

please notify
Starfleet headquarters.

Tell them precisely
what has taken place

and request instructions.

We cannot allow them

to be taken
to Kronos as prisoners.

What do you suggest, Lieutenant?

Opening fire
will not retrieve them,

and an armed conflict is precisely
what the Captain wished to avoid.

We will be able to follow
the Captain's movements.

How did you achieve this, sir?

Time is precious, Lieutenant.

We must endeavor

to piece together
what happened here tonight.

According to our data bank,

this ship fired those torpedoes.

No way.

I sympathize, Mr. Scott,

but we need evidence.

Please accompany me.

And if we cannot piece
together what happened?

What then, sir?

In that case, Mr. Chekov,

it resides in the purview
of the diplomats.

The Chancellor
of the High Council is dead!

The result
of an unprovoked attack

while he traveled to see you

under a flag of truce

on a mission of peace!

Captain Kirk was legally
arrested for the crime.

May I remind you

that he and Dr. McCoy
boarded Kronos One

of their own free will?

None of these facts
are in dispute, Mr. President.

I have ordered
a full-scale investigation.

In the meantime...

In the meantime,

we expect the Federation
to abide

by the articles
of interstellar law,

which you claim to cherish.

Kirk and Dr. McCoy
will stand trial

for the assassination
of Chancellor Gorkon.

Out of the question.

Ambassador Sarek,
there must be some way

to extradite these men.

Mr. President, I share a
measure of personal responsibility

in this matter,

but I am obliged to confirm

my esteemed colleague's
legal interpretation.

What is the position of the Romulan
government, Ambassador Nanclus?

I must concur
with my colleagues.

But you can't possibly
believe that James Kirk

assassinated the Chancellor
of the High Council.

Mr. President,

I don't know what to believe.

I'm waiting for
your answer, sir.

This president
is not above the law.

Enterprise
to report back on the double.

Do you read? At once.

We're to report back at once.

We cannot abandon
Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy.

Of course not.

Four hundred
years ago on the planet Earth,

workers
who felt their livelihood

threatened by automation

flung their wooden shoes
called sabots

into the machines to stop them.

Hence the word sabotage.

We are experiencing
technical malfunction.

All backup systems inoperative.

Excellent.

Uh, I-I mean...

too bad.

Mr. President,

I've been named chancellor
by the High Council

in my father's place.

Madam Chancellor.

You have my sincerest
condolences

on your recent loss.

I assure you this
shameful deed will not...

Mr. President,

let us come to the point.

You want this conference
to go forward.

So did my father.

I will attend in one week
on one condition...

we will not
extradite the prisoners,

and you will make no attempt

to rescue them
in a military operation.

We would consider
any such attempt

an act of war.

We hope you'll be
our guest on Earth.

After recent events,
you will understand

if I say I prefer
a neutral site.

And in the interests
of security,

let us keep the location
secret for now.

As you wish, Madam Chancellor.

Attack them now,
while we still can!

Attack or be slaves
in their world.

We can take whole by force,
what they propose to divide.

War is obsolete, General... as
we are in danger of becoming.

Better to die on our feet
than live on our knees.

That wasn't what
my father wanted.

Your father was killed
for what he wanted.

The peace process
will go forward.

Kirk...

Kirk will pay
for my father's death.

Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

Kirk! Kirk!
Kirk! Kirk!

It's a damn show trial.

Kirk! Kirk!

The Enterprise
fired on Kronos One

without provocation.

The Chancellor
and his advisers...

Having been lulled into
a false sense of security

by an invitation
to a state dinner

aboard Captain Kirk's vessel

at precisely 1930 hours
that same evening.

Call your first witness.

After the first shot, we
lost our gravitational field.

I found myself weightless
and unable to function.

Then two Starfleet crewmen
came walking towards me.

Perhaps they merely
wore Starfleet uniforms.

That remark is
purely speculative.

I move that it be stricken.

Colonel Worf,

we are interested
in facts, not theories.

If the gravitational
unit was not functioning,

how could these men be walking?

They appeared to be
wearing magnetic boots.

Gravity boots.

Dr. McCoy,

would you be so good
as to tell me,

what is your current
medical status?

Aside from a touch of arthritis,

I'd say pretty good.

You have a singular wit, Doctor.

For 27 years,
I've been ship surgeon

aboard
the U.S.S. Enterprise.

In three months, I stand down.

Ah...

you know...

I believe that you consumed

rather generous amounts
of Romulan ale

in the officers' mess on the night
in question. Am I right, Doctor?

Objection!

Sustained.

We all did.
All of us.

That doesn't mean...

Was Chancellor Gorkon alive

when you first examined him?

Barely.

Now be careful, Doctor.

Have you ever in your past

saved patients
as barely alive as he?

I didn't have the knowledge
I needed for Klingon anatomy.

I see.

You were there.

You say you are due
for retirement.

May I ask, do your hands shake?

- Objection!
- I was nervous.

No.

You were incompetent.

You were incompetent!

Whether deliberately

or as a result of age
combined with drink,

the court will
have to determine.

My God, man!

I tried to save him!

I tried to save him!

I was desperate to save him.

He was the last best hope
in the universe for peace.

The witness is excused.

There we have it, citizens.

We have finally established

the particulars of the crime.

And now we come to the architect

of this tragic affair...

James Tiberius Kirk.

What would your favorite
author say, Captain?

"Let us sit upon the ground

and tell sad stories
of the death of kings."

Tell us your sad story, Kirk.

Tell us that you planned
to take revenge

for the death of your son.

That's not true.

Objection!

Captain Kirk has not been

identified as the assassin.

Sustained.

I offer into the record

this excerpt from
the Captain's personal log.

I've never trusted Klingons,

and I never will.

I have never been
able to forgive them

for the death of my boy.

Again... Again!

I've never trusted Klingons,

and I never will.

I have never been
able to forgive them

for the death of my boy.

Are those your words?

Those words were spoken by me.

Objection!

My client's political views
are not on trial.

On the contrary!

Captain Kirk's views and motives

are indeed at the very
heart of the matter!

This officer's record
shows him to be

an insubordinate, unprincipled,

career-minded opportunist

with a history of violating
the chain of command

whenever it suited him!

Continue.

Indeed, the record
shows that Captain Kirk

once held the rank of admiral

and that Admiral Kirk was broken

for taking matters
into his own hands

in defiance of the law.

Do you deny being demoted
for these charges?

Don't wait for
the translation! Answer!

I cannot deny it.

- You were demoted?
- Yes.

For insubordination?

On occasion,
I have disobeyed orders.

And were you obeying
or disobeying orders

when you arranged the
assassination of Chancellor Gorkon?

I didn't know about
the assassination

until we boarded the ship.

You still deny the Enterprise
fired on Kronos One?

Well...

Your Honors, please!

You still deny
your men beamed aboard

and shot the chancellor?

Objection!

I cannot confirm or deny

actions I did not witness.

Captain Kirk,

are you aware that as
the Captain of a Starship,

you are required
to be responsible

for the actions of your men?

I am.

And if it should be proved
that members of your crew

did, in fact, carry out
such an assassination...

Jim, they're setting us up.

- Your Honors...
- Do not answer!

Captain Kirk, you will
answer the question.

As Captain...

I am responsible for the conduct
of the crew under my command.

Your Honors, the state rests.

Send to commander Enterprise...

we stand ready to assist you.

Captain Sulu,
U.S.S. Excelsior.

It is the determination
of this court

that the prisoners are...

guilty as charged.

I wish to note for the record

that the evidence against
my clients is circumstantial.

I beg the court to consider this

when pronouncing its sentence.

So noted.

Captain James T. Kirk,
Dr. Leonard McCoy,

in the interest
of fostering amity

for the forthcoming peace talks,

the sentence of death
is commuted.

It is the judgment of this court

that, without possibility
of reprieve or parole,

you be taken from this place

to the Dilithium mines
on the Penal asteroid

of Rura Penthe,

there to spend the rest
of your natural lives.

Rura Penthe?

Known throughout the galaxy
as the alien's graveyard.

Better to kill them now
and get it over with.

Lieutenant...

the torpedo hit
once again, please.

Hold.

It is Enterprise.

We fired.

That is not possible.

All weapons visually
accounted for, sir.

An ancestor of mine maintained

that if you eliminate
the impossible,

whatever remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth.

What exactly does that mean?

It means that if we cannot
have fired those torpedoes,

someone else did.

Well, they didn't
fire on themselves,

and there are
no other ships present.

There was an enormous
neutron energy surge.

Not from us!

A neutron surge that big

could only be produced
by another ship.

Kronos One?

Too far away.

Very near us.

Possibly beneath us.

If there were a ship beneath us,

the Klingons would
have seen her.

Would they?

A bird of prey.

A bird of prey.

Cloaked?

A bird of prey cannot fire
when she's cloaked.

All things
being equal, Mr. Scott,

I would agree.

However, things are not equal.

This one can.

We must inform
Starfleet Command.

Inform them of what,

a new weapon that is invisible?

Raving lunatics,
that's what they'll call us.

They'll say we're so desperate
to exonerate the Captain

that we'll say anything.

And they would be correct.

We have no evidence,

only a theory which
happens to fit the facts.

Assuming you're
right, Mr. Spock,

why would they fire
on their own president?

Indeed.

This ship will be searched
from bow to stern.

Lieutenant Valeris,
you'll be in charge.

Aye, sir.

I do not understand.

If there was a ship
underneath us,

surely the assassins
beamed aboard from that vessel,

not Enterprise.

You're forgetting
something, Mr. Chekov.

According to our data banks,

this ship fired those torpedoes.

If we did, the killers are here.

If we did not,

whoever altered
the data banks is here.

In either case,

what we are looking for is here.

What are we looking for, sir?

Lieutenant?

Two pairs of gravity boots.

This is the gulag Rura Penthe.

There is no stockade,

no guard tower,

no electronic frontier.

Only a magnetic shield
prevents beaming.

Punishment means exile
from prison to the surface.

On the surface,

nothing can survive.

Work well,

and you will be treated well.

Work badly...

and you will die.

Oh, my God.

The universal translator's
been confiscated.

I'm sorry?

He's definitely on
about something, Jim.

If this is your spot,
we'll move on.

He wants your obedience

to the brotherhood of aliens.

- He's got it.
- And your coat.

I'm afraid not.
Besides, it wouldn't fit.

Thanks.

This will help keep you warm.

I'm Martia. You're Kirk
and McCoy, I presume.

How'd you know that?

We don't get many
presidential assassins.

We didn't kill Gorkon.

Of course not,

but there is a reward
for your death.

It figures.

We've been set up all along.

Somebody up there
wants you out of the way.

Nothing here.

Any progress?

None. We have
a crew of 300

turning their
own quarters inside out,

but the killers
may still be among them.

Surely they've disposed
of these boots by now.

Would it not have been logical

to leave them on Gorkon's ship?

Even logic must
give way to physics.

Gravity had not been
restored when they escaped.

Without the boots,

they would have floated
off the transporter pads.

Why not simply vaporize them?

Like this?

At ease.

As you know, Commander Chekov,

no one can fire an unauthorized
phaser aboard a Starship.

Suppose when they returned,

they threw the boots
into the refuse.

I'm having the refuse searched.

If my surmise is correct,

those boots will cling
to the killers' necks

like a pair of Tiberian bats.

They could not make
their escape without them,

nor can they throw them out
the window for all to see.

Those boots are here somewhere.

Did someone fire off a phaser?

It's all right.
It's nothing. It's nothing.

Mr. Spock,
Starfleet is screaming

for us to return to port.

Who fired that...

Ah, Mr. Scott.

I understand you're having
difficulty with the warp drive.

How much time do you
require for repair?

There's nothing wrong
with the bloody thing.

Mr. Scott, if we
return to space dock,

the assassins will find a way

to dispose of their
incriminating footwear,

and we will never
see the Captain

or Dr. McCoy alive again.

It could take weeks, sir.

Thank you,
Mr. Scott.

Valeris, inform
Starfleet Command

our warp drive is inoperative.

A lie?

An error.

You understand

we've lost all contact with
the Captain and Dr. McCoy.

Yes. They're surrounded
by a magnetic shield.

However, if I know the Captain,

by this time, he is deep
into planning his escape.

You've got him, Jim!

You got him where you want him!

Aah!

You all right, Jim?

I think so.

They'll respect you now.

That's a comfort. I was
lucky that thing had knees.

That was not his knee.

Not everybody keeps their
genitals in the same place, captain.

Anything you want to tell me?

Bones, see what you
can do for him.

Let him know we're
not holding a grudge.

Suppose he's holding a grudge?

When whoever it is
makes their move,

you won't be here
to ask if he's the one.

Do you want to get out of here?

There's got to be a way.

Three months before retirement.

What a way to finish.

We're not finished.

No? Speak
for yourself.

One day, one night,
pfft! Kobayashi maru.

Bones, are you afraid
of the future?

I believe that was the general
idea that I was trying to convey.

I don't mean this future.

What is this, multiple choice?

Some people are afraid...

of what might happen.

I was terrified.

What terrified you...
specifically?

No more neutral zone.

I was used to hating Klingons.

It never even occurred to me

to take Gorkon at his word.

Spock was right.

Try not to be too
hard on yourself.

We all felt exactly the same.

No.

Somebody felt a lot worse.

I'm beginning to understand why.

Well, if you've got any bright
ideas, now's the time...

Time's the problem.

You and I are nothing,

but you heard the judge.

The peace conference
is on again.

Whoever killed Gorkon

is bound to attempt
another assassination...

unless we can get out of here.

Kirk, it's me, Martia.

Listen, no one has ever
escaped from Rura Penthe.

Except us.

It is possible.

I know how to get
outside the shield.

How do we fit in?

Getting outside
the shield is easy.

It's up to you
to get us off the surface

before we freeze.
Can you?

It's possible.

I can't make it alone,

and you're
the likeliest candidate

to come in this
hellhole for months.

Candidate for what?

Go to lift seven
in the morning for mining duty.

I'll see you there.

Don't disappoint me.

What is it with you, anyway?

Still think we're finished?

More than ever.

Sorry to wake you, sir.

What is it?

Starfleet urgently requests
any data we have

on the whereabouts
of Enterprise.

What?

Apparently, they're refusing
to acknowledge signal

to return to space dock, sir.

Signal Starfleet that we have
no idea location Enterprise.

Sir?

You have hearing problems,
mister?

No, sir.

Klingon blood.

They must have walked
through it when it was floating

and tracked it back here.

This is the first evidence
which corroborates our theory.

Now we go to Starfleet?

Now we expand our search
to include uniforms.

All uniforms?

Get those out.

Continue scanning.

Nothing, sir.

Clear, sir.

Coming through.

Coming through.

Computer well seven clear.

Okay, let's see what we got.

Nothing.
Nothing so far.

Sir! Sir!

I think we've been had.

No, you weren't, Doctor.

Get off at the first level.

Follow the gang into the mine.

They don't take girls.

You are crewman Dax?

Yes, Commander.
What is the problem?

Perhaps you know
Russian epic of "Cinderella"?

If shoe fits, wear it.

Mr. Chekov.

Watch me.

What kind of creature is this?

Last night, you two were...

Don't remind me.

Get in.

Shh!

Come on. We don't have
a lot of time.

Hurry.

Up there.

Come on, climb.

Here. You'll need these.
Quickly!

Stay close.

There they are.

They're emerging
from the beaming shield.

Mr. Scott,
start your engines.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Chekov, set course
for Rura Penthe.

Mr. Spock, Rura Penthe

is deep inside
the Klingon frontier.

If we are discovered...

Quite correct,
Mr. Chekov.

What is required now

is a feat of
linguistic legerdemain

and a degree of intrepidity

before the captain and
Dr. McCoy freeze to death.

Leave me. I'm finished.

No!

Bones, I'm wearing
a viridium patch on my back.

Spock slapped it there

just before we went
on Gorkon's ship.

Why, that cunning little Vulcan.

Come on.
We're in the clear.

Now that we're
outside the shield,

they'll be able
to locate us two sectors away.

If they're even looking for us.

This is listening post Morska.

What ship is that?
...over.

We must respond personally.

A universal translator
would be recognized.

We am thy freighter... Ursva...

Six weeks out of...

Kronos.

"What is your
destination? Over."

"Rura pentedag..."

Uh...

We is condemning food...

...things and supplies.

Don't catch any bugs!

Would you mind explaining
that little trick you do?

I'm a Chameloid.

I've heard about you.

Shape-shifters.

I thought you were mythical.

Give a girl a chance, Captain.

It takes a lot of effort.

I don't doubt it.

Stop me if I'm wrong,

but do we have
any way of knowing

whether this is the real you?

I thought I would assume
a pleasing shape.

We're outside the shield.

Now it's your turn, Captain.

If you say so.

Are you crazy?

She didn't need our help
getting anywhere.

Where'd you get
these convenient clothes?

Don't tell me that flare
is standard prison issue.

It's to let them know
where we are.

Ask her what she's
getting in return.

A full pardon,

which doesn't cover this.

An accident wasn't good enough.

Come on, Spock.

Good enough for one.

Two would have
looked suspicious.

Killed while attempting escape.

Now, that's convincing for both.

Surprise!

Your friends are late.

They'll be along.

I can't believe I kissed you.

Must have been
your lifelong ambition.

Isn't it about time
you became something else?

I like it here.

Well, well, well.

What took you so long?

Kill him.
He's the one.

Not me, him!

No witnesses.

Killed while trying to escape.

Damn clever, if you ask me.

It's a classic.

That's what he wanted.

Who wanted us killed?

Since you're all
going to die anyway,

why not tell you?

His name is...

Oh, no...

Son of a...

Damn it to hell!

Of all the...

Couldn't you have
waited two seconds?

- Captain?
- He was just about to explain the whole thing.

You want to go back?

Absolutely not!

It's cold.

This is the bridge.

We are still in Klingon space.

Deck Nine, remain
at battle stations.

Deck Nine, remain
at battle stations.

They were beamed aboard
a Federation Starship.

I could trace...

Escaped.

Kirk cannot know the location
of the peace conference.

Are you sure?

Will you take that chance?

Helmsman, make course
to intercept Enterprise.

The Klingons
have a new weapon...

a bird of prey
that fires when cloaked.

She torpedoed Gorkon's ship.

- So that's it.
- Not entirely.

I have reason to believe that Gorkon's
murderers are aboard this vessel.

I have a thought about that.

Has the peace conference begun?

Who knows? They're
keeping the location secret.

There's always something.

Captain! Mr. Spock!
I found the missing uniforms

with the Klingon blood on them.

But the uniforms
belong to these two men...

Burke and Samno.

Not anymore.

Phaser on stun at close range.

First rule of assassination...

kill the assassins.

Now we're back to square one.

Can I talk to you?

I wonder why they
weren't vaporized.

It would set off the alarm.

It's possible.

Now hear this.

Now hear this.

Court reporter to sick bay.

Code blue. Urgent.

Statements to be taken at once

from yeomens Burke and Samno.

Repeat, court reporter
to sick bay.

Code blue. Urgent.

Statements to be taken.

Repeat, statements to be taken

from yeomens Burke and Samno.

You have to shoot.

If you are logical,

you have to shoot.

I do not want to.

What you want is irrelevant.

What you've chosen is at hand.

I'd just as soon you didn't.

The operation is over.

I did not fire.

You cannot prove anything.

Yes, I can.

At my trial,

my personal log
was used against me.

How long did you wait outside
my quarters before I noticed you?

You knew?

I tried to tell you,
but you would not listen.

Neither of us was hearing very
well that night, Lieutenant.

There were things I tried
to tell you about having faith.

You have betrayed
the Federation...

all of you.

What have you been doing?

Saving Starfleet.

Klingons cannot be trusted.

Sir...

you said so yourself.

They killed your son.

Did you not wish Gorkon dead?

"Let them die," you said.

Did I misinterpret you?

And you were right.

They conspired with us

to assassinate
their own chancellor.

How trustworthy can they be?

Klingons and Federation members
conspiring together?

Who is "us"?

Everyone who stands
to lose from peace.

Names, Lieutenant.

My comrades will make certain

all your ship-to-shore
transmissions are jammed.

Names, Lieutenant.

I do not...

remember.

A lie?

A choice.

Spock?

Admiral... Cartwright.

From Starfleet?

Who else?

- General...
- General...

- Chang.
- Chang.

Who else?

- Romulan...
- Romulan...

- Ambassador...
- Ambassador...

- Nanclus.
- Nanclus.

Where is the peace conference?

Where is the peace conference?

She does not know.

Then we're dead.

I've been dead before.

Contact Excelsior.

She'll have the coordinates.

I've already got him, sir.

Standing by, Captain Kirk.

Sulu!

You realize that
by even talking to us,

you're violating regulations.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Your message is breaking up.

Bless you, Sulu.

Where is the peace conference?

They're going to attempt
another assassination.

The conference
is at Camp Khitomer,

near the Romulan border.

I'm sending the exact
coordinates on a coded frequency.

We need more than that.

There's a bird of prey
on the lookout for us.

She can fire while cloaked.

Surely not.

Hold on. How many
of those things are there?

Come on, Lieutenant.

Just the prototype.

You hear that?

I'm getting under way now,

but we're now in Alpha Quadrant.

Chances of reaching the
conference in time are slim.

When does this conference start?

According to
my information, today.

Thank you, Captain Sulu.

Don't mention it, Captain Kirk.

Spock?

I prefer it dark.

Dining on ashes?

You were right.

It was arrogant
presumption on my part

that got us
into this... situation.

You and the doctor
might have been killed.

The night is young.

You said it yourself...
it was logical.

Peace is worth
a few personal risks.

You're a great one for logic.

I'm a great one for rushing in

where angels fear to tread.

We're both extremists.

Reality is probably
somewhere in between.

I couldn't get past
the death of my son.

I was prejudiced

by her accomplishments
as a Vulcan.

Gorkon had to die before I
understood how prejudiced I was.

Is it possible

that we two, you and I,

have grown so old
and so inflexible

that we have outlived
our usefulness?

Would that
constitute... a joke?

Don't crucify yourself.
It wasn't your fault.

I was responsible.

For no actions but your own.

That is not what
you said at your trial.

That was as Captain
of the ship. Human beings...

But, Captain, we both know
that I am not human.

Spock, you want
to know something?

Everybody's human.

I find that remark...

insulting.

Come on, I need you.

Madam Chancellor,

members of the diplomatic corps,

honored guests.

The United Federation of Planets

welcomes you to Camp Khitomer.

She's out here somewhere.

But if she is cloaked...

Then all we have is a
neutron radiation surge

and by the time we're close
enough to record it, we're ashes.

2:09.

2:06.

2:03.

Close enough to beam down?

Not yet, Captain.
In two minutes.

1:58.

Go to impulse power
for Khitomer orbit.

Aye, sir.

Let us redefine progress

to mean that just because
we can do a thing,

it does not necessarily follow

that we must do that thing.

Uhura?

Nothing, Captain.

If she's here,

she's rigged for silent running.

Coming up on
transporter range in 57 seconds.

Transporter room,
stand by to beam down.

53.

48 seconds.

44.

I can see you, Kirk.

Chang.

Can you see me?

Oh, now, be honest, Captain.

Warrior to warrior,

you do prefer it
this way, don't you?

As it was meant to be.

No peace in our time.

Once more unto the breach,

dear friends.

This is fun.

Reverse engines.

All astern.

One half impulse power.

Back off!
Back off!

What's she doing?

What's she waiting for?

Probably attempting to ascertain

why we are reversing,

wondering whether we detect her.

Incoming!

In range?

Not yet, sir.

Come on.
Come on.

She'll fly apart.

Fly her apart, then!

Many speculated about
my father's motives.

There were those who said
he was an idealist.

Others said he had no choice.

If Praxis had not exploded,

then quite possibly

his idealism would not
have found expression.

We are a proud race,

and we are here

because we intend
to go on being proud.

Go to auxiliary power!

Auxiliary circuits
destroyed, Captain.

Tickle us, do we not laugh?

Prick us, do we not bleed?

Wrong us...

shall we not revenge?

Gas.

Gas, Captain.

Under impulse power, she
expends fuel like any other vessel.

We call it plasma,

but whatever
the Klingon designation,

it is merely ionized gas.

Well, what about all that
equipment we're carrying

to catalog gaseous anomalies?

The thing's got
to have a tailpipe.

Doctor, care to assist me

in performing surgery
on a torpedo?

Fascinating.

Hard to starboard!

The proposed agenda
is as follows.

The total evacuation of Kronos

has been calculated within
the 50 Earth-year time span.

Phase one...

preparation for evacuation.

Aah!

Come on, reach up!

Captain! She's packing
quite a wallop!

Shields weakening.

Shields up.

Now we've given them
something else to shoot at.

Aye, sir.

Ah.

The game's afoot, huh?

Excelsior's been hit!

Our revels now are ended, Kirk.

Cry havoc

and let slip the dogs of war.

Bones, where's my torpedo?

Bet you wish you'd stood in bed.

Emergency power!

Gravity control down!

Shields collapsing!

The key, please, Doctor.
Time is short.

The hull has been compromised.

I wonder how bad.

Connect echobars.

And discuss
the report on phase two.

Alter circuit "A."

Sensor.

I propose that we commence
with the minutes of the preparation.

I am constant
as the northern star.

I'd give real money
if he'd shut up.

- Plate, please.
- Plate.

And assimilation will consume...

We've got a heartbeat.

The Klingon empire...

- Key, please.
- Key.

Where's that damn torpedo?

She's ready, Jim.

Lock and load.

Fire.

To be...

or not...

to be?

Target that explosion and fire.

Fire.

As I imagine this work
will occupy us

throughout most of the week.

It would be my hope

that the delegation could
return to their capitals

to implement the provisions of
phase one, no later than next month.

Scotty.

As you know,
time is of the essence.

- Out of the way!
- Out of the way!

Mr. President!

Mr. President!
Mr. President!

Mr. President!

Kirk. Enterprise.

Protect the Chancellor!

Arrest those men!

Arrest yourself.

We've got a full confession.

Aah!

Cartwright, just a minute.

What's happened?

What's the meaning
of all of this?

It's about the
future, Madam Chancellor.

Some people think the future
means the end of history.

Well... we haven't run out
of history quite yet.

Your father called the future...

the undiscovered country.

People can be
very frightened of change.

You've restored
my father's faith.

And you've restored my son's.

Once again,

we've saved civilization
as we know it.

And the good news is
they're not going to prosecute.

They might as well
have prosecuted me.

I felt like Lieutenant Valeris.

Well, they don't arrest
people for having feelings.

It's a good thing, too.

If they did,

we'd all have
to turn ourselves in.

Captain Kirk.

Captain Sulu.

As much to the crew
of the Enterprise,

I owe you my thanks.

Nice to see you in action
one more time, Captain Kirk.

Take care.

By God, that's a big ship.

Not so big
as her Captain, I think.

So...

this is goodbye.

I think it's about time

we got under way ourselves.

Captain, I have orders
from Starfleet Command.

We're to put back
to space dock immediately

to be decommissioned.

If I were human,

I believe
my response would be...

"Go to hell."

If I were human.

Course heading, Captain?

Second star to the right...

and straight on till morning.

Captain's
log. Stardate 9529.1.

This is the final cruise of the Starship
Enterprise under my command.

This ship and her history

will shortly become
the care of another crew.

To them and their posterity
will we commit our future.

They will continue
the voyages we have begun

and journey to all
the undiscovered countries,

boldly going where no man...

where no one...

has gone before.