All language subtitles for Star.trek.TOS.s01e04.The.Naked.Time

Captain's log.
Our position, orbiting Psi 2000.

An ancient world,
now a frozen wasteland

about to rip apart, in its death throes.

Our mission -
pick up a scientific party below,

observe the disintegration of the planet.

- Check out the life support systems.
- Right, sir.

All life systems were off, sir.

- Someone strangled this woman.
- The other four are back there.

- Dead?
- Right.

- Engineer at his post?
- He's frozen there like he didn't care.

The rest?

Better look for yourself, Mr Spock.

One man was taking a shower
fully clothed.

Be certain we expose
ourselves to nothing.

- Do you read?
- Kirk, affirmative.

All station personnel are dead.

- What caused it?
- Unknown, Captain.

lt's like nothing we've dealt with before.

Space - the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

lts five-year mission,
to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilisations,

to boldly go
where no man has gone before.

Captain's log, stardate 1 704.2.

The science party has been found dead.

Life support systems were off.
Station personnel frozen to death.

Conditions unusual. Meanwhile, we
remain in orbit to complete our mission -

scientific measurement
of the break-up of this planet.

- Did you receive my signal, Mr Scott?
- Yes. Decontaminate.

- Captain here.
- Spock and Tormolen aboard.

We're holding them
for decontamination.

Have medicine look them over. Tell
Mr Spock l'll meet him in ten minutes.

You're fine, Joe. Up and out of there.

Mr Spock.

Your pulse is 242.

Your blood pressure
is practically non-existent.

Assuming you call
that green stuff in your veins ''blood''.

The readings are normal for me, Doctor.

As for my anatomy being different
from yours, l am delighted.

Captain.

- How are they?
- Fine.

Terrible, Captain. lt was terrible.

They were just sitting...like they didn't
care. About whatever was happening.

l keep wondering...

You wonder if man
was meant to be out here.

You keep wondering,
and we keep signing on.

Any guesses
what happened down there?

l wish l could say.
Circumstances were bizarre.

However our record tapes
may show us something.

Six dead, six people dead.

- You'd better rest.
-Yes, sir.

Set up those tapes, Mr Spock.
We'll see if the answers are there.

- The lab status report.
- Thank you, Christine.

- Next tape.
- Spectral analysis tape.

Thank you.

As though they were irrational, drugged.

An engineer sitting there,
oblivious to everything.

A crewman with a phaser pistol.

He used the computer room
as an amusement gallery.

A fully clothed man frozen to death
in a shower.

lf the image wasn't so ugly,
it'd be laughable. Not even a theory?

Definitely not drugs or intoxication.
Bio-analysis on the tapes prove that.

lt could be a form of space madness.
But it had to be caused by something.

Our readings showed no contamination,
no unusual elements present.

None your tricorders registered.

lnstruments register
what they are designed to.

Space still contains infinite unknowns.

Earth science needs close
measurement of the break-up.

To do this we need the Enterprise
in a critically tight orbit.

Could what happened there create any
unusual danger to this vessel or crew?

We will need top efficiency.
lt'll be a tricky orbit.

When a planet goes there may be
changes in gravity, mass, magnetic field.

The purpose of a briefing is to get me
answers based on your experience.

ln a critical orbit
there's no time for surprise.

Unless you start taking
showers with your clothes on,

my engines can pull us out of anything.

We'll be warping out of orbit
within a half second.

- Bridge to Captain.
- Kirk here.

Scanners report sudden four degree
shift in planet magnetic field.

A change in mass also, sir.

lt's beginning, unusually rapid shifts.

On our way, Lieutenant.
l'll hold you to that half second, Scotty.

- Foil. lt's a rapier, a thin sword.
- All right, so what do you do with it?

- What do you mean, what do you do?
- Self defence? Mayhem? Shish kebab?

- You practice.
- For what?

Hi, Joe.

Last week it was botany
he was trying to get me interested in.

- l was supposed to collect leaves.
- Your attitude is wrong.

Fencing tones the muscle,
sharpens the eye, improves posture.

You tell him, Joe. Explain to him.

Hey, Joe.

- Are you feeling all right?
- Get off me.

You don't rank me and you don't have
pointed ears so get off my neck.

- What's with him?
- Nothing.

Engine room on standby alert.

All duty personnel to the bridge.
Acknowledge.

You're sure you're all right?
We've got to leave.

We're hypocrites, sticking our noses into
something that we've got no business.

- What are we doing out here, anyway?
- Take it easy, Joe.

We bring pain and trouble with us.

Leave men and women stuck
on freezing planets until they die.

What are we doing out here in space?
Good? What good?

We're polluting it. Destroying it.
We've got no business being out here.

- Take it easy.
- Calm down.

lf a man was to fly, he'd have wings.

lf he was to be in space,
he wouldn't need air.

He wouldn't need life support systems.

- Put the knife down.
- You're all steamed up, Joe.

We don't belong here.

lt's...it's not ours.

Destroying and watching?

We don't belong.

l don't belong.

Six people died down there.
Why do l deserve to live?

- What are you doing?
- Put the knife down!

- Don't be a fool.
- Look, Joe...

- Let go!
- Joe, let me have the knife!

Joey.

Joe, give me the knife.

Emergency, rec room, area 39,
we need medics!

Captain's log, supplemental.

Our orbit - tightening,
our need for efficiency - critical.

But unknown to us a new and unusual
disease has been brought aboard.

- Relative gravity increasing, sir.
- Compensate.

Magnetic field continues to shift, sir.
Planet continues to shrink in mass.

- Mr Spock?
- All scanning stations functioning.

Orbit steady now.

Obviously this planet is condensing
more rapidly than expected.

A valuable study.
We may be seeing Earth's distant future.

Before its sun went dark,
this planet was similar to yours.

- Helm answering nicely, Captain.
- Good.

Communication studies, Captain.

- Tormolen's record?
- Psychiatric file, personality quotients.

- Was he trying to kill himself?
- lt's doubtful.

He was confused. Self-tortured.

Doesn't sound like the man l know.

His capacity for self-doubt
has always been high.

What puzzles me is what brought it
to the surface with so much force.

- His breathing rate is dropping.
- Compensate with the respirator.

Stand by to close.

Closing.

- What is it?
- Gravity increase, sir.

- Like the planet's yanked at us.
- Compensate.

Compensate.

Orbit steady now.
l may be a little nervous, l guess.

This shouldn't be happening.

This man should be getting stronger.

- Sure the respirator is functioning?
- Yes.

Why is this man dying?

Hypo.

- He's dead, Doctor.
- The wounds were not that severe.

This is McCoy. Captain Kirk to sickbay.

- Tell McCoy l'll be there when l can.
- Yes, sir.

Planet break-up is imminent, Captain.
Shrinking in size at an increasing rate.

As the planet shrinks,
its surface moves away from us.

Forcing us to spiral down
to maintain distance.

Exactly. We must be prepared to
respond instantly to any sudden change.

- Engine room.
- Scott here.

Tie into the helm.
We may call for power, fast.

No problem, sir. You'll have it.

- Rate of compaction constant.
- l'll go to see the doctor.

- Keep me informed.
- Acknowledged.

l don't know if it's this planet
or what happened with Joe.

l'm sweating like a bridegroom.

Me too.

Hey, why don't you come
to the gym with me?

- Now?
- A light work-out will take the edge off.

Sulu, what about...
Hey, Sulu. Don't be a fool.

lntestinal damage wasn't that severe.

l got to him in plenty of time.
That man should still be alive.

The reason he died is
he didn't want to live. Gave up.

- That's a supposition, not a fact.
- Well, that may be.

l've lost patients before but not like that.

Not Joe's kind.
That kind of man doesn't give up.

Coincidence? Maybe...

Joe was on the planet and you're
going to ask me if it is connected?

That's exactly what l was going to ask.

He was decontaminated, medically
checked. We've run every test we...

- Not good enough!
- We're doing everything possible.

Bones, l want the impossible
checked out, too.

- Why isn't Sulu at his station?
- Pull compensated, orbit steady.

- Take over here, Rand.
- Yes, sir.

You haven't answered my question.
Where is Mr Sulu?

Have no fear, O'Riley's here.

- One lrishman is worth 1 0,000...
- You're relieved, Mr Riley.

- Lieutenant Uhura, take over.
- Yes, sir.

Now that's what l like! Let the women
work, too. Universal suffrage!

- Report to sickbay, Mr Riley.
- Sickbay? Exactly where l was heading.

Sir.

Security, Mr Riley is heading
for sickbay. See to it he arrives.

Captain Kirk to the bridge.

- Where's Joe?
- Well...

- He died, didn't he?
- Yes.

Do you know something?

You have such lovely eyes, pretty lady.

l know he was a friend of yours,
this must be a shock.

You know what Joe's mistake was?

He wasn't born an lrishman.

Richelieu, beware!

Stand. No farther.

No escape for you.

You either leave this bois bloodied
or with my blood on your swords.

Cowards!

- Lieutenant Brent, relieve Miss Uhura.
- Yes, sir.

- What were their symptoms?
- Non-violent at this stage.

Riley seemed pleased with himself,
as if he were...

lrrational...or drugged.

- Precisely.
- Security, Lieutenant Uhura.

Confine Sulu and Riley. l want every
crewman in contact with them checked.

Sir, level 2, corridor 3
reports a disturbance.

Mr Sulu chasing crewmen...with a sword.

- Put security on him.
- A pattern is developing.

First Tormolen, hidden personality traits
being forced to the surface.

Then Riley, who fancies himself
a descendent of lrish kings.

Now Sulu, who is at heart, a
swashbuckler out of your 1 8th Century.

Present condition of Psi 2000?

Gravity pull increasing by 2% .
We should stabilise our position.

- Stabilise position.
- Helm is not answering.

- Warp us out.
- No response from engine.

- lmpulse power. Blast us out of orbit.
- lmpulse engine dead.

Engine room we need power.

Mr Scott, acknowledge.
Our controls are dead.

Take her.

- Richelieu, at last.
- Sulu, put that thing away.

For honour, Queen and France.

- Sulu.
- Ah...

- Sulu, give me that.
- l'll protect you, fair maiden.

- Sorry, neither.
- Foul Richelieu.

- Teach me that sometime.
- Take D'Artagnan to sickbay.

Scotty, we need power.
Engine room, acknowledge.

- You rang, sir?
- Who's this?

Captain Kevin Thomas Riley of the
starship Enterprise. And who is this?

This is Captain Kirk.
Where is Mr Scott?

l've relieved Mr Scott
of his duties.

Attention cooks,
this is your captain speaking.

l'd like a double portion of ice cream
for the entire crew.

- Clear that, too.
- Yes, sir.

Now your captain will render
an ancient lrish favourite.

Captain, we have less than 20 minutes
before we enter planet atmosphere.

And burn up. l know, Mr Spock.

Captain's log, stardate 1 704.4.

Ship spiralling down
towards planet Psi 2000.

We have 1 9 minutes of life left,
without engine power or helm control.

- How did Riley get in?
- He said you wanted us.

- He's cut off power.
- And locked off the mechanism.

- Can't you get to the auxiliary?
- Everything is hooked to the main panel.

Pull the plans for this bulkhead.

The only way to get that door open
is to cut through these wall circuits here.

The roses all have left your cheeks

l've watched them
fade away and die

Status reports, all sections.

Security reports incidents
among the crewmen are increasing.

Go to Alert Baker 2.
Seal off main sections.

All decks, alert system B-2.
Repeat. Alert condition Baker 2.

Seal off main sections. Standby.

Seal off, Captain.
lf we can minimise the spread of this.

- Continue the alert.
- l can't, he's cut off the alert channels.

Lieutenant Uhura,
you've interrupted my song.

l'm sorry but there will be
no ice cream for you tonight.

- Cut him off.
- There's no way to do it.

Attention crew, this is Captain Riley.

There will be a formal dance in the
bowling alley at 1 900 hours tonight.

He controls the main power panels.
He can override any channel from there.

1 7 minutes left, sir.

Sickbay to bridge.

- Tie me into the sickbay.
- l'm getting you.

Look, l've got Sulu tranquillised,
we're running tests on him.

Nothing unusual in his bloodstream,
body functions seem normal.

Riley's the immediate problem,
anything you can do to snap him out?

Not until l get further on these tests.

This is Captain Riley.
l have some additional orders.

ln the future, all female crew members

will wear their hair loosely,
above their shoulders.

Use restraint in putting on your make-up,
women should not look made up.

Crew...

- l will render ''Kathleen'' one more time!
- Please, not again.

l'll take you home again, Kathleen

l've watched them
fade away and die

Stand by until l give you a signal.

And tears bedim your loving eyes

Oh, l'll take you home again, Kathleen

Engineering to bridge, try your helm.
You can keep her stabilised.

Let's have a look at that.

1 6 minutes left. We've stabilised
but still spiralling down.

Emergency signal, decks 4 and 5.
Fights and disorders.

- Get me sickbay.
- No intercom for sickbay.

Help Dr McCoy. Check Scotty first,
he must get through that bulkhead.

Crewman, report to the lab.

- What's going on?
- This crewman won't let me by.

- Crewman, stand aside.
- Yes, sir.

l'll take you home again, Kathleen

Spock!

- Message from the captain.
- l am doing my best...

We have 1 4 minutes left.

Even if we were under attack l couldn't
move faster and maintain safety.

Calculations show that you'll take
a minute and a half more than we have.

You can't afford a safety factor.

Biopsy lab, where's my report?

Biopsy, come in!
Harrison, where's my report?

- l'm going to the lab.
- Sir, the tranquilliser is wearing off.

Good, l need him conscious now.
Continue to examine him.

Of course, Doctor.

Get him out of here.

l would have got here sooner but...

- Sir?
- Take the helm!

And now crew, one more time!

- Try cutting him off!
- lf l could cut him off, don't you think...

Yes, sir. l'll keep trying.

Sorry.

Scotty, we've got 1 2 minutes left.

lt will take three of them
to get the engines up to power.

- We'll make it, if all goes right.
- Call me when you've cut through.

- Nurse, where is Dr McCoy?
- He's gone to the lab.

Lab respond, please. Spock here.

Lab?

- Mr Spock?
- What is it, Nurse?

The men from Vulcan
treat their women strangely.

At least, people say that.

But you are part human, too.
l know you don't.

You couldn't hurt me. Would you?

l'm in love with you, Mr Spock.

You, the human Mr Spock.

The Vulcan Mr Spock.

- Nurse...
- Christine, please.

l see things, how honest you are.

l know how you feel.

You hide it, but you do have feelings.

How we must hurt you, torture you.

l'm in control of my emotions.

The others believe that, l don't.

l love you.

l don't know why, but l do love you.
l do love you.

Just as you are.

- Oh, l love you.
- l'm sorry.

Captain is enroute.
Mr Spock, can you take the bridge?

l am sorry.

Christine.

Christine.

Bridge to sickbay. ls Mr Spock there?

Mr Spock,
would you please acknowledge?

Almost ready, sir.

- Ready, sir?
- Follow me. Put your phasers on stun.

Don't fire unless he's armed. Go.

- No dance tonight.
- Get him out of here.

l'm in control of my emotions.

ln control of my emotions.

l'm an officer.

Officer.

My duty. My duty...

ls to...is...

My duty is to...

Too late. Too late.

l'm sorry.

Two, two...

Four...

Six...

Six... Six times.

- We haven't got much time left.
- Captain?

- Kirk here.
- Entering outer atmosphere.

- Captain?
- What?

He's turned the engines off.
lt'll take 30 minutes to regenerate them.

Ship's outer skin is beginning to heat.
Orbit plot shows we have eight minutes.

- Scotty...
- l can't change the laws of physics.

l've got to have 30 minutes.

Captain's log, supplemental.

The Enterprise spiralling down,
out of control.

Ship's outer skin heating
due to friction with planet atmosphere.

- Maybe 22, 23 minutes.
- We've got six.

You can't mix matter and antimatter cold.
We'd go up in the biggest explosion...

We can balance our engines
into a controlled implosion.

That's only a theory,
it's never been done.

Bridge, have you found Mr Spock?

Maybe assuming we had computers
working weeks on the right formula...

Mr Spock is not on the bridge.

l was on the bridge.

Hey Doc, what am l doing here?

- McCoy to bio, start preparing serum.
- What, Doctor?

lt's water. On this planet
water changes to a chain of molecules.

- What's that, Doctor?
- lt passes through perspiration.

Once in the bloodstream,
like alcohol, it depresses judgment.

Get someone to the lab! Tell them
the serum works and prepare more!

- Will you let me out of here? l'm all right.
- Release.

Engineers, man
your stations. Engine rooms report.

This will be
an emergency restart of engines.

What happened?

- l could never tell my mother l loved her.
- We've got four minutes, maybe five.

An Earth woman...

living on a planet
where love, emotion is bad taste.

We have to risk a full power start.
The engines were shut off.

Do you hear me?
We've got to risk a full power start!

l respected my father, our customs,
l was ashamed...

Jim.

When l feel friendship for you,
l'm ashamed.

You've got to hear me!

- We've got to risk implosion!
- lt's never been done.

Understand, Jim. l spent my whole
life running to hide my feelings.

- Our only chance is to risk implosion!
- lt's never been done.

Don't tell me that again!
lt's a theory. lt's possible.

We may go up in a ball of fire, but we
have to take that one in 1 0,000 chance.

Captain. Did you find...

Yes, l found Mr Spock!
l'm talking to Mr Spock!

- Yes, sir. Three and a half minutes left.
- l've got it, the disease.

Love. You're better off without it
and l'm better off without mine.

This vessel...

l give, she takes.

She won't permit me my life.
l've got to live hers.

- Jim?
- l have a beautiful yeoman.

Have you noticed her?

You're allowed to notice her.
A captain is not permitted...

Jim...

There is an intermix formula.

l know why it's called ''she''.

lt's never been tested.

lt's a theoretical relationship
between time and antimatter.

Flesh woman...to touch...to hold...

A beach to walk on...

A few days... No braid on my shoulder...

- Captain.
- Scotty.

Help.

Stand by to intermix.
l'll call the formula in from the bridge.

Entering upper stratosphere, Captain.
Skin temperature now 21 70 degrees.

l could hang on.

Tell them.
Clear the corridors, the turbolift.

Hurry.

Never lose you... Never.

Bridge.

Engine room, we're set.

- Hyperbolic course.
- Direction, sir?

Direction...direction...
lt doesn't matter. The way we came.

Course laid in, sir.

- Fuel temperature.
- Level.

No beach to walk on.

Sir?

- Raise antimatter 840 degrees.
- That will take four minutes.

We haven't the time.
We'll have to risk it.

Bridge, we're ready.

Engage.

- Are you all right, Jim?
- You?

We found a cure.
We're over that part.

Obviously, we were successful.
The engines imploded.

Captain, my velocity gauge
is off the scale.

Engine power off the scale as well.

We're travelling faster
than is possible for normal space.

Check elapsed time, Mr Sulu.

My chronometer is running backwards.

Time warp.

We're going backward in time.

Helm, begin reversing power.

Slowly.

Helm answering, sir. Power reversing.

We're back to normal time, Captain.

Engines ahead. Warp one.

Warp one, sir.

- Mr Spock...
- Yes, sir

The time warp... What did it do to us?

We've regressed in time 7 1 hours.
lt is now three days ago, Captain.

We have three days to live over again.

Not those last three days.

This opens some intriguing prospects,
Captain.

Since the formula worked,
we can go back in time.

To any planet, any era.

We may risk it some day, Mr Spock.

- Resume course to our next destination.
- Course laid in, sir.

Steady as she goes.