All language subtitles for Star Trek The Original Series [1x24] - Space Seed

Coming up on it fast, sir.

Are you certain
of your sensor readings?

Definitely a space vessel
of some type.

Origin?

Unknown. It could hardly
be an Earth ship.

There have been no flights
into this sector for years.

I'm picking up a signal, sir.

[Beeping]

Captain, that's
the old Morse code call signal.

Thank you.

C-Q..C-Q..

We're reading it, Lieutenant.

I thought you said

it couldn't possibly
be an Earth vessel.

I fail to understand

why it gives you pleasure
to see me proven wrong.

An emotional Earth
weakness of mine.

There it is.

An old Earth vessel,

similar to
the DY 500 class.

Much older--

DY 100 class, to be exact.

Captain...

the last such vessel
was built centuries ago,

back in the 1990s.

Then it's a derelict,

its signal left on automatic.

Or an old Earth ship
being used by aliens.

Weapons status.

Deflector shields on maximum,

phasers manned, sir.

Bio-scanners report.

[McCoy] Life science bio-scanners
are picking up heart beats.

Can't be human, though.
They're too faint and average--

only four beats per minute.

Sensors indicate functioning
equipment on that vessel.

All decks go to full alert.

[Alarm]

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.

Captain 's Log.
Star date 3141.9--

A full hour has elapsed
since interception

of the strange vessel.

Our presence along side

is still being completely ignored.

Although our sensors
continue to show signs

of equipment and life aboard,

there has been no
indication of danger to us.

Weapons department--
maintain battle stations.

All other decks--
standby alert.

All decks acknowledging, sir.

Continuing to pick up

some form of
heart action over there--

very faint, very slow.

Seems to be coming

from about 60 or 70 bodies.

Alien bodies?

Could be.

There's no sign of breathing

or other forms of respiration.

Hull surface is pitted
with meteor scars.

However, scanners make out
a name-- S.S. Botany Bay.

You can check the registry.

No such vessel listed.

Records of that period
are fragmentary, however.

The mid-1990s was the era
of your last so-called

world war.

The Eugenics Wars.

Of course--your attempt to improve
the race through selective breeding.

Now wait a minute.

Not our attempt, Mr. Spock--

a group of ambitious scientists'.

I'm sure you know the type--

devoted to logic,
completely unemotional--

Doctor, I would be pleased--

All right, gentlemen,
as you were.

Rig for tractor beam.
Lock onto that vessel.

Rigging, sir.

The bridge is yours,
Mr. Spock.

Care to join
the landing party?

Well, if you're
actually giving me a choice--

I'm not.

Oh, I'll need
somebody familiar

with the late
20th century Earth.

Here's a chance
for that historian

to do something for a change.

What's her name...
uh, McIver�s?

Lieutenant McGivers.

Attention--
the following personnel

report
to transporter room--

Engineering Officer Scott,
Lieutenant McGivers.

Acknowledge.

McGivers. On my way.

Well, it looks like
that ship is expecting us.

We read heat coming on,

complete oxygen atmosphere.

Very interesting.
You ready, Bones?

No.

I signed aboard this ship
to practice medicine,

not to have my atoms
scattered across space

by this gadget.

You're an old-fashioned boy, McCoy.
Where's that historian?

Come on, Lieutenant, uh...

McGivers, sir.

Energize.

Scotty?

Definitely Earth-type
mechanisms, sir.

20th century vessel--
old-type atomic power,

bulky, solid...

I think they used to call them
transistor units.

I'd love to tear
this baby apart.

Captain, it's a sleeper ship.

Suspended animation.

Uh-huh. I've seen
old photographs of this.

Necessary because of the time
involved in space travel

until about the year 2018.

It took years just to travel

from one planet to another.

Is it possible
they're still alive...

after centuries of travel?

It's theoretically possible.

I've never heard
of it being tested

for this long a period.

What a handsome group of people.

Jim, I have a new reading.

The lights must have
triggered some mechanism.

Captain, look here.

Scotty?

Beats me what's happening.

We've triggered something,
all right.

The heart beat's increasing--

Now passing eight beats
per minute--

And there are some signs
of respiration beginning.

This one was
probably programmed

to be triggered first.

Could he be the leader?

The leader. Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

The leader was often
set to revive first.

This would allow him to decide

whether the conditions
warranted revival of the others.

Heart beat now approaching
40 per minute.

The respiration pattern
is firming up.

From the northern
India area, I'd guess.

Probably a Sikh.

They were the most
fantastic warriors.

Heart beat now 52
and increasing.

The others?

No change,
and they're mixed types--

Western, mid-European,

Latin, Oriental.

A man from the 20th century
coming alive.

Maybe.

Heart beat dropping.

Circuit shorting.

Probably some dust.

Heartbeat now 30,
dropping fast.

There's a heart flutter.
He's dying.

Do something, Captain.

Can we?

Take an hour to figure out.

What happens
if we get him out?

He'll die in seconds
if we don't.

How...long?

How long...have you
been sleeping?

Two centuries we estimate.

Landing party to Enterprise.

Come in.

Go ahead, boarding party.

We read you.

Lock in on McCoy's beam.

He's transporting back

with a casualty
we discovered here.

Magnificent.

Captain 's Log,
supplemental--

Along side the S.S. Botany Bay
for 10 hours now.

A boarding party of engineering
and medical specialists

are now completing
their examination

of the mysterious vessel.

Attempts to revive other sleepers

await our success or failure

with the casualty
already beamed over.

Dr. McCoy is frankly amazed

at his physical
and recuperative power.

Kirk to boarding party.

Scott here.

Scotty, any records,
log books of any kind?

Negative. They were in suspended
animation when the ship took off.

How many alive?

12 units have malfunctioned,

Leaving 72 still operating.

30 of those are women.

Kirk out.

72 alive...

a group of people dating
back into the 1990s.

A discovery of some
importance, Mr. Spock.

There are a great many unanswered
questions about those years.

A strange, violent period
in your history.

I find no record what so ever
of an S.S. Botany Bay.

Captain, the DY 100 class vessel

was designed for
interplanetary travel only.

With simple
nuclear-powered engines,

star travel was considered
impractical at that time.

It was 10,000-to-1 against their
making it to another star system.

And why no record of the trip?

Botany Bay...

That was the name
of a penal colony

on the shores
of Australia, wasn't it?

If they took that name
for their vessel...

If you're suggesting

this was a penal
deportation vessel,

you've arrived at a totally
illogical conclusion.

Oh?

Your Earth was on the verge
of a dark ages.

Whole populations were being
bombed out of existence.

Criminals could have been dealt
with far more efficiently

than wasting one of
their most advanced spaceships.

Yes. So much for my theory.

I'm still waiting
to hear yours.

Even a theory requires
some facts, Captain.

So far...

I have none.

And that irritates you,
Mr. Spock.

Irritation?

Yeah.

I am not capable
of that emotion.

My apologies, Mr. Spock.

You suspect some danger in them?

Insufficient facts always
invite danger, Captain.

Well, I'd better
get some facts.

Rig for towing.

Aye, aye, sir.

Make course for Star base 12.

Aye, sir.

That will be all.

Bones?

He'll live.

My compliments.

No, I'm good,
but not that good.

There's something
inside this man

that refuses to accept death.

Now, look at that--

Even as he is now,

his heart valve action

has twice the power of ours,

Lung efficiency 50% better.

An improved breed of human.

That's what the Eugenics War
was all about.

I'd estimate he could
lift us both with one arm.

Be interesting to see
if his brain matches his body.

Doctor, will he live?

It appears he will,
Lieutenant.

I'd like to talk to you.

If I were to rate
your performance today--

I know, sir. I'm sorry.

Lieutenant, at any one time,

the safety of this entire vessel

might depend upon
a single crewman,

and the fact
that you find a man

strangely compelling
to you personally--

Not personally, Captain.
Professionally.

My profession is historian,

and to find a specimen
from the past alive--

I mean, the sheer delight
of examining his mind.

And men were more
adventure some then...

bolder, more colorful?

Yes, sir, I think they were.

Good.

If I can have honesty,

it's easier to overlook mistakes.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

A pity you wasted
your life on command, Jim.

You'd have made
a fair psychologist.

Fair?

Sick bay to Lab.

Anything new on those bios?

They all came out fine, Doctor.

Good. McCoy out.

Well, either choke me
or cut my throat.

Make up your mind.

English.

I thought I dreamed hearing it.

Where am I?

You're--

You're in bed,

holding a knife
at your doctor's throat.

Answer my question.

It would be most effective

if you would cut
the carotid artery

Just under the left ear.

I like a brave man.

I was simply trying
to avoid an argument.

You're aboard the United
Spaceship Enterprise.

Your vessel is in tow.

I remember a voice...

Did I hear it say I had been
sleeping for two centuries?

That is correct.

Where is your captain?

I have many questions.

Bridge.

I have a patient here
with many questions, Captain.

On my way.

James Kirk, commanding
the starship Enterprise.

I see.

And your name?

I have a few questions first.

What is your heading?

Our heading is Star base 12,

a planet in
the Gamma 400 star system--

our command base
in this sector.

Is that of any use to you?

And, um...

my people?

72 of your life-support canisters

are still functioning.

You will revive them.

As soon as we reach
Star base 12.

I see.

And now...

Khan is my name.

Khan--nothing else?

Khan.

What was the exact date
of your lift off?

We know it was sometime
in the early 1990s.

I find myself growing
fatigued, Doctor.

May we continue
this... questioning

at some other time?

The facts I need will
take very little time.

For example, the nature
of your expedition--

Jim...

Later might be better.

Captain,

I wonder if I could have something
to read during my convalescence.

I was once
an engineer of sorts.

I would be most
interested in studying

the technical manuals
on your vessel.

Yes, I understand.

You have 200 years
of catching up to do.

Precisely.

They're available to any patient
on the viewing screen.

Dr. McCoy will show you how
to tie into the library tapes.

Thank you, Captain.

You are very cooperative.

This Khan is not what I expected

of a 20th century man.

I note he's making considerable use
of our technical library.

Common courtesy, Mr. Spock.

He'll spend the rest
of his days in our time.

It's only decent
to help him catch up.

Would you estimate him
to be a product

of selective breeding?

There is that possibility,
Captain.

His age would be correct.

In 1993, a group
of these young supermen

did seize power simultaneously
in over 40 nations.

Well, they were hardly supermen.
They were aggressive, arrogant.

They began to battle
among themselves.

Because the scientists
overlooked one fact--

Superior ability
breeds superior ambition.

Interesting, if true.

They created a group
of Alexander�s, Napoleons.

I have collected some names
and made some counts.

By my estimate,
there were some 80 or 90

of these young supermen
unaccounted for

when they were
finally defeated.

That fact isn't
in the history texts.

Would you reveal
to war-weary populations

that some 80 Napoleons
might still be alive?

Ship's historian,
Lieutenant--

Marla McGivers.

Yes.

I am told you participated
in my rebirth.

In a small way.

I've been reading up
on starships,

but they have one luxury

not mentioned in the manuals.

I don't understand.

A beautiful woman.

My name is Khan.

Please sit and entertain me.

I'd like some historical
information about your ship,

its purpose and--

Why do you wear your hair

in such an
uncomplimentary fashion?

It's comfortable.

But it's not attractive.

There...

soft...

natural...

simple.

Mr. Khan, I'm here on business.

You find no pleasure here?

My interest is scientific.
Men of--

That is, the world of the past--

I'm sure you understand
to actually talk

to a man of your century--

There...

simple...

soft...

Please remember.

Perhaps some other time,

when you feel more like
talking about the past.

I'm glad you came.

Please do it again.

Very impressive.

Are we expecting
a fleet admiral for dinner?

Lieutenant McGivers' idea
to welcome Khan to our century.

Just how strongly
is she attracted to him?

Well, there aren't any
regulations against romance, Jim.

My curiosity is official,
not personal, Bones.

Well, he has a magnetism,

almost electric--
you felt it--

and it could
over power McGivers

with her preoccupation
with the past.

Thank you.

I hoped, uh,
you might guide me

to our dinner engagement.

Very good.

Fine technique.

It's a gladiator named Flavius.
He once---

And you've rearranged
your hair for me.

Excellent.

All bold men
from the past.

Richard, Leif Eriksson, Napoleon.

A hobby of yours,
such men?

I am honored.

Thank you.

But I caution you.

Such men dare take
what they want.

Forgive my curiosity,
Mr. Khan,

but my officers are anxious

to know more about
your extraordinary journey.

And how you managed

to keep it out of
the history books.

Adventure, Captain. Adventure.

There was little else
left on Earth.

There was the war
to end tyranny.

Many considered that
a noble effort.

Tyranny, sir?

Or an attempt
to unify humanity?

Unify, sir?

Like a team of animals
under one whip?

I know something
of those years, remember.

It was a time of great dreams,

of great aspiration.

Under dozens
of petty dictator ships.

One man would
have ruled eventually,

as Rome under Caesar.

Think of its accomplishments.

Then your sympathies
were with--

You are an excellent
tactician, Captain.

You let your
second-in-command attack

while you sit and watch
for weakness.

You have a tendency to express
ideas in military terms,

Mr. Khan.

This is a social occasion.

It has been said

that social occasions
are only warfare concealed.

Many prefer it more honest,

more open.

You fled. Were you afraid?

I've never been afraid.

You left at the very time
mankind needed courage.

We offered the world order!

We?

Excellent. Excellent.

But if you will excuse me,
gentlemen and ladies,

I grow fatigued again.

With your permission, Captain,

I will return to my quarters.

[Door Buzzes]

I wanted to apologize.

They had no right
to treat you that way.

Quite understandable,

since I'm something
of a mystery to them.

You're no mystery to me.

I know exactly who you are.

Do you?

Mm-hmm.

Leif Eriksson,

Richard the Lion-Hearted,
Napoleon.

I don't know if you'll like
living in our time.

Then I'll have
to remold it to my liking.

Please don't.

Go.

Or stay.

But do it because it is
what you wish to do.

Well?

I'll stay a little longer.

How many minutes
do you graciously offer?

I only meant--

This grows tiresome.

You must now ask to stay.

I'd like to stay.

Please.

Open your heart.

Will you open your heart?

Yes.

I intend to take this ship.

Do you agree?

Oh, please don't ask me--

I need your help.

You won't harm anyone?

Now you question me?

No.

Will you assist me?

Oh, please, Khan,
don't ask me--

Leave me then.

Go, I say.

No.

I promise.

I'll do anything you ask.

Name-- Khan,
as we know him today.

Name-- Khan Noonien Singh.

From 1992 through 1996,

absolute ruler of more than
a quarter of your world,

from Asia through
the Middle East.

The last of the tyrants
to be overthrown.

I must confess, gentlemen.

I've always held
a sneaking admiration

for this one.

He was the best of the tyrants

and the most dangerous.

They were supermen
in a sense.

Stronger, braver,

certainly more ambitious,
more daring.

Gentlemen, this romanticism

about a ruthless dictator is--

Mr. Spock, we humans have
a streak of barbarism in us.

Appalling, but there,
nevertheless.

There were no massacres
under his rule.

And as little freedom.

No wars until he was attacked.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Spock,
you misunderstand us.

We can be against him
and admire him

all at the same time.

Illogical.

Totally.

This is the captain.

Put a 24-hour security
on Mr. Khan's quarters,

effective immediately.

Ahh.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I was, um,

Lost in thought.

My door--

Locked from outside,
a guard posted.

Unusual treatment
for Khan Noonien Singh.

Excellent.

You identified me with
your computer system, I imagine.

I'd like those answers now.

First...

the purpose of
your star flight.

A new life,

a chance to build a world...

other things I doubt you
would understand.

Why?

Because I'm not a product
of controlled genetics?

Captain, although
your abilities intrigue me,

you are quite
honestly inferior.

Mentally, physically.

In fact, I am surprised

how little improvement
there has been in human evolution.

Oh, there has been
technical advancement,

but, uh,

how little man himself
has changed.

Yes, it appears
we will do well

in your century, Captain.

Do you have
any other questions?

Thank you.

They've all been answered.

Move away.

Otto.

Joaquin.

The trip is over.

The battle begins again.

Only this time
it's not a world we win.

It's a universe.

Kati.

On course, sir.

Warp factor two.

Maintain.

[Beep Beep]

Bridge.

Captain, Security here.

Khan's escaped.

Sound security alert.

Security alert, Captain.

Communication channels
are jammed, Captain.

Turbo elevators inoperative.

Jammed, Captain.

Atmospheric controls cut off.

Useless. They're on override
in Engineering.

Engineering.

Scotty. This is the bridge.

Captain!

What's going on?

He's not able to answer you

at the moment, Captain.

Your ship is mine.

I have shut off
the life support system

to your bridge,

jammed up your exit routes.

I am willing to negotiate.

Flood all decks with neural gas.

Impossible.

Intruder control
systems inoperative.

Mr. Khan was very thorough

in his study
of our tech manuals.

Contact Star base 12.

All channels are
totally jammed, Captain.

Brilliant.

Every contingency anticipated.

Your air should be getting
quite thin by now.

Do you surrender the bridge?

Negative.

Academic, Captain.

Refuse, and every person
on the bridge will suffocate.

Star date-- 3142.8.

They have my ship,

discarding their
own worthless vessel.

Only moments of air
left on the bridge now.

Commendations recommended
for Lieutenant Uhura,

Technicians First Class
Thule and Harrison...

Lieutenant Spinelli...

and, of course, Mr. Spock.

I take full responsibility...

I take full--

Nothing ever changes,

except man.

Your technical accomplishments?

Improve a mechanical device

and you may
double productivity.

But improve man...

and you gain a thousand fold.

I am such a man.

Join me.

I'll treat you well.

I need your training to operate
a vessel this complex.

Where is Captain Kirk?

I see now I made
one serious error.

You are
the communications officer?

Engage the viewing screen, please.

No!

I should have realized

that suffocating
together on the bridge

would create heroic
camaraderie among you.

But it is quite
a different thing

to watch it happening
to someone else.

Engage the viewing screen.

I'm sure you recognize

your medical
decompression chamber here,

Doctor...

and the meaning
of that indicator.

Your captain will die.

If you join me,
Mr. Spock,

I will save his life.

My vessel was useless.

I need you and yours
to select a colony planet,

one with a population

willing to be led by us.

To be conquered by you.

A starship would make that
most simple, wouldn't it?

Each of you in turn
will go in there...

die while the others watch.

Khan.

There's no reason I must
watch this, is there?

But I hoped
you would be stronger.

If any one of you joins me,

any one...

I'll let him live.

It's so useless!

[Beep Beep]

We've lost the channel.

How do I regain picture?

It does not matter.

The captain is dead.

Take Mr. Spock next.

Khan said to watch him
very closely.

He may decide to cooperate.

Captain, I saved your life.

Now please don't kill him.

Surprised to see you,
Captain, though pleased.

I'm a little pleased myself.
Situation?

Khan is holding our staff
in the briefing room.

His men have control
of the ship.

Our only chance is
the intruder control circuit.

Although it's cut off.

There's a relay junction
down the corridor.

Gas all decks but this one.

Armory, this is Khan.

Report.

Rodriguez.

Ling.

McPherson.

Anyone, report status.

Where's Khan?

He got out
Just as the gas--

[Beep]

Kirk here.

Anesthesia gas in all sections
except Engineering.

Someone just closed that line.

Captain, acknowledge.

Unable to flood
Engineering section.

This is Scott.

Captain 's headed
for the Engineering section.

I'll following case--

Negative.
We must retake the vessel

while the anesthesia lasts.

Meet me in the armory.

I'm blowing it clear first.
Spock out.

[Beep Beep]

If I understood
your manuals,

that's an overload
in progress.

Your ship flares up
like an exploding sun

within minutes.

I have five times
your strength.

You're no match for me.

Captain 's Log.
Star date 3143.3.

Control of the Enterprise
has been regained.

I wish my next decisions
were no more difficult.

Khan and his people--

What a waste

to put them in
a reorientation center.

And what do I do
about McGivers?

Record tapes engaged
and ready, Captain.

[Ding Ding]

This hearing
is now in session.

Under the authority
vested in me

by Starfleet Command...

I declare all charges and
specifications in this matter

have been dropped.

Jim. Agreed you have
the authority--

Mr. Spock, our heading

takes us near
the Ceti Alpha star system.

Quite correct, Captain.

Planet number five there
is habitable,

although a bit savage,
somewhat inhospitable.

No more than Australia's Botany Bay
colony was at the beginning.

Those men went on to tame
a continent, Mr. Khan.

Can you tame a world?

Have you ever read Milton, Captain?

Yes.

I understand.

Lieutenant Marla McGivers.

Given a choice

of court-martial
or accompanying them there...

It will be difficult.

A struggle at first,

even to stay alive,
to find food.

I'll go with him, sir.

A superior woman.

I will take her.

And I've gotten
something else I wanted--

a world to win,

an empire to build.

This hearing is closed.

It's a shame for
a good Scotsman to admit it,

but I'm not up on Milton.

The statement Lucifer made
when he fell into the pit.

"It is better to rule in hell

than serve in heaven."

Huh.

It would be
interesting, Captain,

to return to that world
in a hundred years

and to learn

what crop has sprung
from the seed

you planted today.

Yes, Mr. Spock,

it would indeed.