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And on behalf of the people of Calcis, I formally agree to the - Ah!

Eurytria will not be silent!

Your Federation is not welcome here! Enterprise, emergency beam out now!

No! Please!

Before, we were ambushed, Commander.

He's got a severe concussion, massive swelling in the amygdala. Couldn't be in

worse part of the brain.

Responsible for the brain's emotional memories.

And in this case, the hemorrhaging terminal.

Unless I'm mistaken, Doctor, conventional treatment should prove

against such injuries in that region of the brain. The captain's brain, Spock.

He's dying and that's all you have to say? On the contrary, I was about to

suggest Alkazine.

You can't be serious.

Not even out of trials. We don't know the dosage, the side effects.

Hell, we don't even know if the damn treatment would even work here.

Captain,

you do understand.

Doctor, brain activity is spiking again.

Jim. This is an experimental drug. There's no... Do it!

Readings are stabilizing.

Neurological activity is returning to baseline.

What happened?

You instructed the doctor to administer an experimental drug to reset your

central nervous system.

I did?

Yes,

I did. Well, it was the right call, Jim.

Vitals are holding up. That dose saved your life. You're not going to try to

take over my practice now, are you?

Captain, while I am pleased at your recovery, there is a time -sensitive

at hand on the planet's surface.

Yes, of course.

Easy does it, Jim.

Take it slow for a while. I don't want to see you back here in an hour.

I'm fine, Bones.

Thank you.

Can anything adopt that man?

Nothing I've seen yet.

Bridge.

Spock.

Holberg 917G.

Mr. Flint.

The android girl.

Raina. You remember her?

I remember everything.

Not my finest hour.

You were in great turmoil after those events, Captain.

I acted in a manner in which I felt would spare you pain.

Perhaps upon reflection it was not my place to do so.

She was, however, simply a machine.

She was human.

Whatever she started out as, she was human when we...

When I pushed her too far.

Lieutenant, open a channel of calculus.

Channel open, Kirk.

Captain Kirk, thank the gods.

Well, my hips position does occasionally earn us pay. Yes, sir. I am so relieved

to hear it.

I cannot apologize enough for that.

Attack!

Our sister world opposes our desire to join the Federation.

They will stop at nothing to prevent it.

Well, Minister, their attempt to derail our alliance has failed. I pray that you

are correct.

The Eritreans have promised swift action and on a global scale.

Your Federation's gift of the planetary defense grid will provide the protection

Kelsey's needs.

So, let us proceed, Captain.

We are ready to activate the console.

With your permission.

And the command code, of course.

Captain?

The passcode, Captain.

Captain?

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission, to explore strange new worlds.

To seek out new life and new civilizations.

To boldly go where no man has gone before.

Captain. Minister, may we have a moment for a brief diagnostic procedure?

Yes, of course.

If you so wish.

Close frequency.

I can't remember the password.

I recommend hailing Starfleet Command.

We can obtain the passcode directly from them.

The CNC authorized me to lock down the console with my own encrypted password.

And to initialize it if and only if I decided that the Chalcidians were ready

join with our nation.

So the passcode is known only to you.

It's nothing.

Perhaps Dr. McCoy's treatment has had some unintended side effects.

Yes. That must be it.

Mr.

Fogg, you have the call.

Lieutenant Palmer.

Please inform Starfleet Command that the Calcidian Defense Grid console may be

defective.

Request an ETA for a replacement.

Right away, sir.

Mr. Scott, I believe the device has been taken to engineering.

Aye, but if the captain used a personal code... Mr. Chekov, you do have

experience with cryptography, do you not?

Yes, sir. At the Academy, I want the code that is in the... Please assist Mr.

Scott in unlocking and reinitializing the Planetary Defense Console.

Sir.

Sparks and Sigmund.

Sickbay. Tim.

Sir?

Commander,

energy signature from the surface of Eritrea.

It's an interplanetary ballistic missile.

Confirmed.

I'm reading a high -yield atomic warhead leaving the planet's atmosphere.

Mr. Spock, we're being hailed by... By the minister, I presume.

On screen.

It's happening.

Our sister world has launched a weapon which will strike Calcis within two

hours. Where is Captain Kirk?

This is First Officer Spock.

We are monitoring the activity on Eritrea, Minister.

I am aware... The Federation promised us a planetary defense grid.

Where is your captain?

Captain Kirk is recovering from injuries suffered from the attack.

Please stand by for further instructions.

Enterprise out.

Intercept course, Commander.

Remain in orbit, but monitor the situation.

Mr. Sulu, you have the bridge.

The concussion bones? The drug?

Give me a minute, will ya?

Must be. I remember the attack. I remember being here in sickbay, but I

can't remember the bath coat.

Is that all you want to tell me?

Spock told you, didn't he?

Of course he did, Jim. He's worried about you.

I'm not crazy, Bones. Sure you are. That's why we like you.

You can't be right.

What is it?

That's impossible.

What?

A portion of your heart tissue is shutting down.

Chief Medical Officer's log, Dardate 6182 .3.

I may have reached the limit of my expertise.

The Captain's heart is progressively weakening, and I must admit, I have no

medical explanation.

Progress report, Mr. Scott. There is no progress, Mr. Spock. I cannot initialize

this PC without the Captain's pathcode. I've done all I can do.

Ensign, have you applied a brute force algorithm to override the device's

lockout? Sir, Dutrona consoles are designed to deactivate in the event of

multiple access attempts.

Starfleet Protocol.

I can keep trying to circumvent the encryption, but it could take days.

Please, continue.

Mr. Spock, how's the gun? Will he be all right?

It is uncertain at this time.

Is there anything we can do?

You are presently doing it, Mr. Scott.

The priority is the activation of this console.

And the protection of the Calcidian homeworld.

It keeps coming up as

localized heart failure, but the myocardial tissue isn't dead.

It's not even damaged.

Certain muscle fibers are just atrophying.

You didn't fear, did you, Bones?

We served on the Farragut together.

We were very close.

But that was 13 years ago.

Tycho 4.

200 crewmen dead.

She was one of them.

You blamed yourself.

I knew you were close with Captain Garavick, but... I didn't know about...

I never spoke about her.

I thought I could forget.

Like I could forget.

Jim.

I'm not sure your condition is... medical.

Whatever caused you suddenly to remember what Spock erased, it's unlocked

something very deep.

I'm calling Dr. McKenna. Have her bring a psycho tricorder.

I don't need a shrink, Bones. You don't know what you need. Well, apparently

neither do you, Doctor.

I'm sorry, Bones. That was... That was unnecessary.

But not inaccurate.

You're right, Jim.

I don't know why this is happening.

But I'll be damned if you're going to tell me there's nothing wrong in that

stubborn head of yours.

Mr. Fox, Dr. McCoy has cleared me to return to duty.

I have.

The good doctor suggested a visit to the ship's counselor, which the patient has

respectfully declined.

Captain, in this instance, I concur with the doctor.

Given the circumstances,

a psychiatric evaluation is advisable. Can you help me now?

Duly noted, gentlemen.

Captain, are you not concerned as to the reason for the affliction? The

affliction is a result of the Alcacene.

Why, Spock, do you have another theory? Because I'd love to hear it.

Perhaps not so much a theory as...

It's the same language.

I'm fine, Captain. I'm fine, Buck.

Fine.

Incoming message from Starfleet Command.

A replacement console is four Earth days away.

Inform the captain.

And Commander Spock as well.

Sir, the Eritrean warhead has increased velocity.

Time to impact.

At current rate and trajectory, 59 minutes.

Facers on standby.

We're having trouble getting a weapons lock.

Increased powder directional beam. Already tried, sir. It's no good. We've

sensor contact with the warhead.

Destroyed? No, sir. It's just vanished.

First officer's personal lock.

The Enterprise has lost track of the inbound missile, despite all attempts to

locate it. And while Captain Kirk has stabilized after his recent cardiac

episode, his condition remains a mystery.

Minister, I wish I could tell you that twin planets are rarely at odds with

other. Unfortunately, that's all too often the case.

Generations ago, we chose a simple spiritual way of life.

One touch with the mysteries of nature, the Eritreans chose a more materialistic

philosophy.

Instead of celebrating the differences, they demonstrated hostility and disdain

for our ways.

While the Federation is comprised of great diversity, we applaud your values

welcome you into that diversity.

This defense grid will protect your planet against Eritrea's hostility.

You have our thanks, Captain.

And on behalf of the people of Kalkis, I formally agree to... Your matriarch

will not be silent!

Your veneration is not wanted here!

Interpress! I'm going to see Beamer now!

No! No, please, no!

Was the captain's cranial injury enough to cause hallucinations and

cardiomyopathy? The injury's healed.

Maybe the alkazine?

Well, I can't speak to the physical issues.

Nor can I help with the psychological ones, unless the Captain permits me.

And right now, he certainly doesn't seem to want me.

Dr. McKenna, may I have a word with my senior officers, please?

Spock and I felt the ship's counselor could be helpful, Jim.

Ah, thank you, Doctor, Commander. Your feelings are noted.

You're dismissed.

Status report.

Eritrea's warhead will strike Calsus in less than an hour. For unknown reasons,

a weapons lock is not possible.

If the planetary defense grid is not on... How is Scotty and Chekov doing

the console?

Mr. Scott's efforts to decrypt your passcode have been unsuccessful.

Perhaps Dr.

McCoy can synthesize a truth theme.

I believe in you, my husband.

How long till the missile reaches the planet?

As I just stated, Captain, less than an hour.

Kirk.

I will bear you many strong sons.

Jim, you've got to do something about this, or we'll have to.

It's not a threat, Doctor. As chief medical officer of this ship, it's my

ensure the safety of... We're wasting time.

Return to your stations.

I'll be on the bridge.

Wait. Wait!

Whatever it is, let me help.

Captain, are you okay?

I was just on my way to the bridge.

That way, sir.

There is no medical evidence to indicate the visions are a side effect of

Alkacene injections, Doctor.

So, you believe the Captain is seeing ghosts?

I believe the Captain believes he is seeing ghosts, regardless of whether he

willing to admit it.

But you don't think they're real, do you?

You've got to be joking.

On the contrary, Vulcan history often refers to the Katra, the soul.

Near I thought Vulcans were people of science to be a people of science is to

acknowledge that sometimes science points to something more Vulcans are

people of spirit the two are not as contradictory as many assume

Captain

Mr. Lou, I need a flock on that missile.

Sir, there's no way... Then estimate from the last known trajectory and fire

blind if you have to.

Aye, sir. Coming about.

Compensating for variance.

Variance? There's a 2 .5 drag coefficient. Every time I make a course

correction, nothing we can.

Drag?

Sir, Warhead may be venting drive plasma. Plugging our impulse manifold.

That could be with scrambling targeting sensors.

Spock.

A charged particle burst from the deflector dish would ignite the plasma.

We'll only get one shot at this.

We'll have to be quick. Ten seconds will do it most.

Do it.

Target acquired.

The Farragut is a lucky ship.

I met you here.

Target acquired, Captain.

We're losing weapons, Locke.

Captain.

I have nothing to fear.

You are here.

Captain.

Fire faces.

Warhead destroyed.

Shane.

Let me help.

Do you remember how we met?

You were going to say something.

I've changed.

Let me help. What's wrong, Jane?

I fear your child.

Look at me. I fear your child.

I did the best I could.

I can't change anything now. What do you want from me?

Commander Spock, I am unsuit for duty.

I'm relieving myself of command.

Another dose of Alkazine.

Another dose of brandy.

Drink up.

You

think

you needed a distraction to do that?

I know what to think, Jim.

I've never seen you like this before.

Your heart's operating at 15 % efficiency.

Only a fraction of it is still healthy, and it's doing the work for the rest.

Another cardiac event is inevitable, and this time you may not survive it.

This is your life we're talking about.

Snap out of it, Jim. You're not alone here. Really?

Thank you.

Duty first.

Always duty first.

Do

you

think

I love those women, Bob?

Think you loved a lot of women, Jim.

Sorry.

The answer is yes.

On another ship, an alien planet, another time.

Wherever I found them, I lost them.

Gemma.

I didn't know.

You've always... Left it buried.

Hidden.

Command has no room for such indulgences.

What is it you wanted to ask me?

Why are you here?

What do you want with the captain?

Jim.

I saw them.

You spoke to them, Spock.

What did they say?

There must be a resolution.

There must be peace.

They need closure, Captain.

Apparently, a resolution only you can give.

How? They're gone.

Get to the bridge.

Tell Scotty to beam down the console to the planet. I'll be there shortly.

I should order you to sickbay.

You have some place more important to be?

I thought now might be a good time for that little chat.

I'm glad you came.

Please, sit down.

I don't even know why I'm here, really.

I thought, McCoy, they have some answers, but... not all of them.

Well, I'll certainly help however I can. I relieved myself of command today. Did

you know that?

Never thought that day would ever come.

I read your file.

In the event you might want to speak with me.

Thorough, aren't you?

I get that a lot, too.

You've lost some people very dear to you.

Your responsibilities have required you to make certain sacrifices.

Sacrifices? Doctor, they died because of me.

I failed them.

Spock says they want resolution. They need closure.

Captain, with all due respect to Mr. Thock, he's wrong.

Humans bury feelings of heartbreak and loss. We lock them away.

And if we never come to terms with them,

those feelings can paralyze us.

I think you suffer from a great deal of guilt.

You never had the opportunity to explain to them why you had to do what you did.

Don't you see?

It's not they that need resolution.

It's you.

But it's too late.

It's never too late to make peace with those we love.

How?

Where?

Invite them to come to you.

Perhaps in the place you last left them.

Computer. Ready.

Run simulation.

Please define simulation parameters.

Earth. 1930.

New York City Street.

Evening.

Working.

Program complete. Running simulation.

James.

You started to walk towards me.

And then Dr. McCoy did too, but... You held him back.

You stopped him.

I denied my heart to allow history to unfold as it was meant to.

I would have loved to have shown you those stars.

Ahead of your time.

In so many ways.

We spoke the same language.

The very same.

But... My duty and... Your destiny... I understand,

James.

I know why.

Be it.

Commander Spock, I'm reading 23 additional projectiles approaching at

impulse. Scanning.

They're tricobalt warheads, sir.

Rigged for tractor beams.

Weapons control.

Ready phaser banks? Load torpedo tubes.

Delay that order.

Using energy weapons to detonate tricobalt devices would result in

subspace ruptures in the system.

We can get a tractor lock on two, three at most.

Lieutenant Uhura, open a channel to the Calcidian Council.

Loading program.

Sickbay. Constitution -class starship USS Farragut, NCC -1647.

Running simulation.

Don't think this means you're getting out of our date tonight.

Not a chance.

Nakia, what happened to the crew?

And you?

It's not your fault, Jim.

I knew the risk when I signed up for Starfleet.

If I hadn't joined, I'd never have met you.

I wish... I hope you

can forgive me. No.

There's nothing.

You forgive.

No more guilt, Jim.

No more.

Thoughts abridged. We've beamed the console back to the planet, Commander.

sure what good it's going to do.

Acknowledged. Stand by for further instructions.

Perimeter alert, sir. Warheads are closing.

Time to impact.

Eight minutes, 44 seconds.

Mr. Spock, Minister Ambitimus on Channel B.

Our engineer has returned the defense grid console.

Please ensure that... And what are we supposed to do? Throw it at the incoming

missiles? Without the activation password, it's of no use whatsoever.

The Federation made promises.

And we are doing our best to keep them, Minister.

You were gone.

I almost wish they hadn't come back for me.

I've never been so happy.

Why?

Why did you put yourself in danger?

My place is at your side.

You were a gift I could never repay in a thousand lifetimes.

Both of you.

My husband.

One does not repay a gift.

The Great Spirit calls us to forgiveness.

A father returns home.

Do not torture yourself, my husband.

you

Spock to Captain Kirk.

Spock to Captain Kirk.

Kirk here.

Twenty -three tricobalt missiles are en route.

They will strike Calsus in six minutes.

I can't remember the password.

Captain, I recommend moving the Enterprise to a safe distance to avoid

thermokinetic shock waves.

Negative.

Move the Enterprise into the path of the warhead.

Divert all available power to the port side fields.

Captain, while we can most likely survive the detonation, the spread of

missiles will make it impossible to obstruct all of them.

The best we can do, Spock.

I'm on my way.

Lay in and intercept course.

Hold power to port side deflectors.

Aye, sir.

All hands, brace for impact.

This is not a drill.

I made this for you.

What's your name?

You never gave me one.

You deserved so much more.

A chance to live and grow.

But you'll always be with me.

I promise.

I will carry you here every day of my life.

Captain's log, stardate 6182 .9. We have successfully activated the planetary

defense shield, disabling the inbound missile.

Mr. Spock.

I relieve you. I stand relieved.

Captain on the bridge.

Lieutenant, open up a channel to Calford.

Channel open, sir.

Captain, you have our sincerest thanks.

When the Eritreans saw the result of your planetary defense grid, they

that we enter formal peace negotiations.

That's excellent news, Minister.

Welcome to the United Federation of Planets.

Captain, I wanted to thank you for approving my request for a separate

office.

Well, if I...

Ever had any reservations about the need for a ship's counselor?

I don't anymore.

Thank you, sir.

Irises.

I played in an irises. I don't know where to get that in a hundred years.

Which would qualify it as a worthy password.

And the goal would not be easily guessed. Yeah, yeah, yeah. But where to

irises?

Finding myself mildly curious as well, I conducted a library search.

and discovered a painting by 19th century earth artist Vincent van Gogh.

The title of the work?

Irises.

I wonder why I only painted one iris white.

And it said, because he was lonely.

Now's the ticker, Jim.

Ticking away.

You know, they say those that you love and lose take a piece of your heart.

I guess that's true.

It certainly was for you.

But that last piece of your heart, the one that refused to give up, I

think that belongs to another lady.

Thank you.