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All clear ahead, captain.

Sensors indicate zero register.

Forward readings, Mr. Spock?

Gravimetric reading,
no significant change.

Zero space density.

Ahead warp factor 3, Mr. Sulu.

Colony Beta VI wants their supplies.
We'll get across this void in a hurry.

Void. Star desert.

The word conjures up pictures
of dunes, oases, mirages.

Sunlight, palm trees.

We're 900 light years
from that kind of desert, Bones.

The precise meaning
of the word "desert"...

...is a waterless, barren wasteland.

I fail to understand your romantic
nostalgia for such a place.

Doesn't surprise me, Mr. Spock.

I can't imagine a mirage
ever disturbing

those mathematically perfect
brain waves of yours.

Thank you, Dr. McCoy.

Moving on schedule
into quadrant 904.

Beta VI is eight days distant.

- Something, Mr. Spock?
- Unusual, captain.

I'm now getting a sizable
space-displacement reading.

- Can you verify that, navigator?
- No, sir.

Forward sweeps are nega--
Wait. Verified, sir.

We must be in some sort of light warp
or we would have picked it up earlier.

Put it on visual.

Iron-silica body.
Planet size: magnitude 1E.

We'll be passing close.

Inconceivable this body has gone
unnoted on all our records.

And yet, here it is.

No time to investigate.

Science stations,
gather data for computer banks.

Uhura, notify the discovery
on subspace radio.

Strong interference
on subspace, captain.

Planet must be a natural
radio source.

Let's get out of its range.

Veer 40 degrees to starboard,
Mr. Sulu.

Forty degrees--

Sulu!

Mr. Spock, they're gone.

Emergency. Full reverse power.

KIRK:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

SPOCK:
Ship's log, stardate 2124.5.

First Officer Spock reporting
for Captain James Kirk.

We are orbiting the lone,
unrecorded planet in the star desert.

For four hours, we have made
every possible instrument sweep,

but Captain Kirk and Helmsman Sulu
remain unaccounted for.

I have placed the ship
on red alert.

We've searched again
from stem to stern.

If they're not down on that planet,
they're nowhere.

No sign of human life
on the surface, sir.

Unless the instruments
aren't functioning.

Function is normal.

Continue sensory sweeps.

Lieutenant Uhura, have you checked
all wavebands?

All of them, Mr. Spock. No response.

With due respect, sir,
request permission

to transport to the surface
immediately and carry out search.

I second DeSalle's request.
What are we waiting for?

The decision will be mine, doctor.
I have the responsibility for your safety.

Mr. Jaeger, describe your geophysical
findings for the surface below.

No detectable soil or vegetation.

Extremely hot, toxic atmosphere,
swept by tornadic storms.

Continuous volcanic eruptions.

Deadly to any life form
such as we know it

without oxygen
and life-support systems.

Estimate survival time of two
unprotected individuals down there.

Not very long.

Mr. Spock, look.

"Greetings and felicitations."

Hmm.

Send this, lieutenant.

"USS Enterprise to signaler
on planet surface. Identify self."

"Hip-hip-hoorah"?

And I believe it's pronounced
"tallyho."

Some kind of a joke, sir?

I'll entertain any theories,
Mr. DeSalle. Any at all.

One thing is certain.
Obviously, there's life on that planet.

You're quite correct, doctor.

Prepare Transporter Room.

Request assignment
to the search party, sir.

No, Mr. Scott. Neither you
nor I can be spared here.

Mr. DeSalle, you will equip
the landing party

with full communications,
armament and life-support gear.

Mr. Jaeger, your geophysical
knowledge may be crucial down there.

Dr. McCoy will accompany.

If those peculiar signals are coming
from Captain Kirk or Lieutenant Sulu,

their rationality is in question.

Dismissed.

[INTERCOM WHISTLES]

UHURA [OVER PA]:
No more messages from below, sir,

but I've locked on
to their original source.

Very good.
Transmit coordinates to Mr. Scott.

Once on the planet's surface, you'll
establish contact with us immediately.

Use the laser beacon if necessary.

- Ready, Scott?
- Ready, Mr. Spock.

Activate.

[TRANSPORTERS HUMMING]

Where are your storms, Jaeger?

Atmosphere exactly
the same as ours.

DeSalle to Enterprise,
DeSalle to Enterprise.

It doesn't function. We're cut off.

[COMMUNICATORS BEEPING]

- No response.
- Keep trying with yours.

[BEACON BEEPING]

Something's blocking the beacon.
Gotta find open ground.

Jaeger! McCoy!

In the name of heaven,
where are we?

Look.

[SCANNER BEEPING]

There's no reading.

They're like waxworks figures.

[HARPSICHORD PLAYING]

I must say, they make
a perfectly exquisite display pair.

But I suppose
you want them back now.

Where are we?

Welcome to an island of peace
on my stormy little planet of Gothos.

What happened? Fill me in.

You disappeared from
the bridge after Sulu.

We've been looking for you
for four hours.

You must excuse my whimsical way
of fetching you here,

but when I saw you passing by,
I simply could not resist.

I'm Captain James Kirk
of the United Starship Enterprise.

Ah, so you are the captain
of these brave lads.

My greetings and felicitations,
captain.

So good of you
and your officers to, uh, ha-ha...

...drop in.

Absolutely smashing.

Who are you?
Where do you come from?

General Trelane, retired.
At your service, sirs.

My home is your home.

We've lost contact with the ship,
captain. We're trapped here.

I can't tell you how delighted I am

to have visitors from the very planet
that I've made my hobby.

Yes, but according
to my observations,

I didn't think you capable
of such voyages.

Notice the period, captain.
Nine hundred light years from Earth.

It's what might be seen through
a viewing scope

if it were powerful enough.

Yes. I've been looking in on the doings
on your lively little Earth.

Then you've been looking in
on the doings 900 years past.

Oh, really?

Have I made an error in time?

How fallible of me.

Oh, I did so want
to make you feel at home.

I'm quite proud of the detail.

- General Trelane--
- Retired, sir.

Just Squire Trelane now.
And you may call me squire.

Yes, I rather fancy that.

For what purpose
have you imprisoned us here?

Imprisoned? Nonsense.
You're my guests.

You see, I just finished my studies
of your curious and fascinating society.

You came by
at the most propitious moment.

I want to know all about
your campaigns, your battles,

your missions of conquest.

Our missions are peaceful,
not for conquest.

When we do battle,
it is only because we have no choice.

Ha-ha.
Bet that's the official story, eh?

I must ask you to let us
go back to our ship.

Oh, I wouldn't hear of it.
You shall join me in a repast.

I want to learn all about your feelings
on war and killing and conquest.

That sort of thing.

Do you know that you're one
of the few predator species

that preys even on itself?

[WHISPERS]
Not yet.

Put it on stun, not to kill, DeSalle.

"DeSalle," did you say?

Un vrai Français?

My ancestry is French, yes.

Ah, monsieur. Vive la gloire!
Vive Napoléon!

You know, I admire
your Napoleon very much.

This is Mr. DeSalle, our navigator.

Dr. McCoy, our medical officer,
Mr. Sulu, our helmsman,

and Karl Jaeger, meteorologist.

Welcome, good physicianer,
honorable sir.

[WHISPERS]
Is he kidding?

Und Offizier Jaeger.
Und deutscher Soldat, nein?

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, gehen
wir mit dem Schielßgewehr.

JAEGER:
I'm a scientist, not a military man.

Oh, come now. We're all
military men under the skin.

And how we do love our uniforms.

What an interesting weapon
you've got there.

Do let me see it.

Yes. Now, let me see...

How does this work?

Ah, yes. This won't kill...

...and this will.

Oh.

Oh, how marvelous.

Devastating.

Why, this could kill millions.

Who do you start with, my crew?
Are we your next targets?

Oh, how absolutely typical
of your species.

You don't understand something,
so you become fearful.

Now, do let me anticipate
your next question.

You want to know how
I've managed all of this.

That's correct.

We, meaning I and others,
have, to state the matter briefly,

perfected a system by which matter
can be transferred to energy

and back to matter again.

Like the transporter system
aboard the Enterprise?

A crude example of an infinitely
more sophisticated process.

You see, we not only transport matter
from place to place,

but we can alter its shape at will.

This drawing room...

...did you create it by
rearranging matter on this planet?

Quite.

I see.

- How did you manage--?
- Dear captain,

your inquiries
are becoming tiresome.

I want you to be happy.
Free yourself of care.

Let's enjoy ourselves in the spirit
of martial good fellowship.

- Come on, let's go. We're getting out.
- Tut, tut, tut.

You're being quite rude.
You can't go.

Apparently, you need another
demonstration of my authority.

Yes, quite.

[COUGHING]

Now, that's a sample
of the atmosphere of this planet

outside my kindly influence.

Now, you will behave yourself
hereafter, won't you?

Or I shall be very, very angry.

SPOCK:
Captain's log, stardate 2125.7.

Science Officer Spock
reporting for Captain Kirk.

We have completed
14th orbit of this planet

without establishing contact
with our missing officers

or the party sent to find them.

Subspace communications
remain blocked.

However, by diverting impulse power
to our sensors,

we have made them operable,

and we have detected
one small area on the surface

which seems relatively stable.

Aye, it's there, Mr. Spock.

Peaceful as Earth,
but how do you explain it?

I don't, Mr. Scott. It simply exists.

Artificial, perhaps,
or a freak of nature.

But the fact remains
that life can exist in that area.

Aye, it could, but it couldn't
move around much.

Apply a fine tuning on our sensors.

Locate any life forms
in that stable area.

Even if we find any, it doesn't follow
that it would be our people.

Affirmative.

But if the captain is down there,
and alive,

that's where he'll have to be.

We'll attempt to transport up
any living beings our sensors detect.

Shooting in the dark, Mr. Spock?

Or stand by and do nothing,
Mr. Scott.

And this, of course, is an array
of your battle flags and pennants,

dating back to the Crusades,
to Hannibal's invaders,

the Grecian war galleys,
and the hordes of Persia.

Can't you imagine it, captain?

The thousands of men
marching off to their deaths,

singing beneath these banners.

Doesn't it make your blood
run swiftly?

Captain, where could
he possibly come from?

[TRELANE PLAYING
HARPSICHORD]

Who is this maniac?

Better say "what is he?"

I monitored him,
and what I found was unbelievable.

- Not alive?
- Not in the way we define life.

No trace. Zero.

You mean, it shows he's dead?

It doesn't even show
that he exists at all, alive or dead.

Notice the wood fire, captain.

Burning steadily, ember bed glowing,
and it doesn't give off any heat at all.

Fire without heat.

Mistaking all this
for present-day Earth

without taking into account
the time differential.

Whatever we're dealing with,
he certainly isn't all-knowledgeable.

He makes mistakes.

Discussing deep-laid plans,
I'll wager.

Ha-ha.
I cannot wait to see them evolve.

Trelane, we haven't planned--

Tut, tut.

Do not think that I deplore
your martial virtue

of deception and stratagem.

Quite the contrary.

I have nothing but admiration
for your whole species.

If your admiration is genuine,

you must have respect
for our sense of duty too.

Our ship has need of us.
We have tasks to perform.

Oh, I can't let you go now.

I was getting a bit bored
until you came.

You must stay.

I insist.

- For how long?
- Until this is over, of course.

- Until what is over?
- Dear captain, so many questions.

Make the most of an uncertain future.
Enjoy yourself today.

Tomorrow may never come at all.

Trelane, even if we wanted to stay,
our companions are missing us.

Yes. I must experience
your sense of concern,

your grief at the separation.

There are 400 men and women
aboard that ship.

Women?

Do you mean
that you actually have

members of the fairer sex
among your crew?

Oh, how charming. Ha-ha!

And they must be all very beautiful.

And I shall be so
very gallant to them.

Here, let me fetch
them down at once.

No.

No?

This game has gone on long enough.
Those are crucial operating personnel.

- You can't--
- I can do anything I want.

I should think that you would have
realized that by now.

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPS]

Captain, receiving
a transporter signal.

Transporter signal?
What does he mean?

- You must tell me.
- It means, Trelane...

...the party's over,
thanks to Mr. Spock.

Wait! I won't have this.
I haven't dismissed you yet.

Stop! I won't have this.

Everyone to stations.
Report, Mr. Spock.

How were our scanners able
to penetrate that radiation field?

They didn't, captain, not clearly.

We merely beamed up all life forms
in a given area.

Which means Trelane
is not a life form as we know it,

or he'd be beaming through now.

Prepare to warp out of here at once,
maximum speed.

Oh, captain, I was so worried.

Scotty, we're gonna need
every ounce of your engines.

We're gonna put a hundred million
miles between us and that madman.

SCOTTY [OVER PA]:
Aye, aye, sir.

I'm quaking, but I don't know
whether it's with laughter or terror.

Doctor, what was it?
What was down there?

Well, it was a...
Oh, forget it.

Look.

Where are all your weapons,
captain?

Don't you display your weapons?

- Trelane.
- Don't fret, captain.

I'm only a bit upset with you.

But this Mr. Spock you mentioned,
the one responsible

for that unseemly, impudent act
of taking you from me, which is he?

I am Spock.

Oh. Surely not an officer?

Isn't quite human, is he?

My father is from the planet Vulcan.

And are its natives predatory?

Not generally,
but there have been exceptions.

Really?

You will see to his punishment?

On the contrary.
I commend his action.

But I don't like him.

- Get off my ship.
- Oh, rot.

- You're all going back with me.
- We're not going anywhere.

Nonsense. I have an
absolutely enchanting sojourn

on Gothos planned for all of you.

And you shan't spoil it for me.

Anyway, the decor of my drawing room
is much more appropriate.

And tasteful. Don't you agree?

No.

But so much more fitting,
honorable sir.

- You.
- DeSalle.

Oh, what primitive fury.

Why, he's the very soul
of sublime savagery.

Trelane, let him go.

[WHISPERS]
We haven't even got our phasers.

Yes, of course. I forget that I
shouldn't frighten you too much.

But I warn you,
you can't provoke me again.

Come, everyone,
let's forget your bad manners.

Let's be full of merry talk
and sallies of wit.

We have victuals
to delight the palate

and brave company
to delight the mind.

Come, doctor, do partake.

Ah. You've been quite derelict
in your social duties, captain.

You haven't introduced me to
the charming contingent of your crew.

- This is General Trelane.
- Retired.

But if you prefer,
you may address me

as the lonely Squire of Gothos,
dear ladies.

Lieutenant Uhura
of Communications.

TRELANE:
Ah! A Nubian prize.

Taken on one of your raids
of conquest, no doubt, captain?

KIRK:
No doubt.

She has the melting eyes
of the Queen of Sheba.

The same lovely coloring.

And this?

Is this the face that launched
a thousand ships,

and burnt the topless
towers of Ilium?

Fair Helen, make me immortal
with a kiss.

Yeoman Teresa Ross.

I believe you have met
our science officer, Mr. Spock.

You do realize, don't you,

that it's in deference to the captain
that I brought you here?

Affirmative.

Well, I don't know if I like your tone.
It's most challenging.

Is that what you're doing,
challenging me?

I object to you.

I object to intellect without discipline.

I object to power
without constructive purpose.

Oh, Mr. Spock, you do have
one saving grace after all:

You're ill-mannered.

The human half of you, no doubt.

[TRELANE CHUCKLES]

Ah, come, my little wood nymph.
Won't you dance with your swain?

Give us some sprightly music,
my dear girl.

- I don't know how to play this.
- Of course you do.

[PLAYING HARPSICHORD]

Captain, how far do we go along
with this charade?

Until we can think our way out.

Meanwhile, we accept his hospitality.

Well, you should taste his food.

Straw would taste better
than his meat,

and water a hundred times better
than his brandy.

Nothing has any taste at all.

It may be unappetizing, doctor,
but it is very logical.

Oh, there's that magic word again.

Does your logic find this fascinating,
Mr. Spock?

No. "Fascinating" is a word I use
for the unexpected.

In this case, I should think
"interesting" would suffice.

You don't find this unexpected,
Mr. Spock?

That his food has no taste,
his wine no flavor? No.

It simply means that Trelane
knows all of the Earth forms,

but none of the substance.

And if he's fallible,
he can't be all-powerful.

Which means he has
something helping him.

- Evidently.
- A machine?

A device?

Something which does
these things for him.

Ah, my dear, don't we make
a graceful pair?

Except for one small detail.

That dress hardly matches
this charming scene.

Ah, yes, that's more of what we want.

The dashing warrior
and his elegant lady.

That mirror...

It's part of his audience, his ego.

He never wanders from it.

Is it ego...

- ...or something else?
- Explain.

- The mirror.
- What about it?

You noted yourself,
he never gets very far away from it.

- I suppose it could be vanity.
- KIRK: No, no, Mr. Spock.

That's not the reason.

What kind of a machine
could do these things?

A machine with the ability
to turn energy into matter,

guided by thought waves.

It would have a very complex
memory bank,

and be extremely sophisticated.

Like a computer, only much more.

Could the machine that maintains
the environment in this immediate area

be kept in this house?

I think not.

A device capable of keeping out
this planet's natural atmosphere

would be immense.

Good. I agree.

- That leaves me free.
- Free, captain?

If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Spock,

I think I can turn his lights off

at the source.

Don't be too upset
by what you see, gentlemen.

After all, his actions are those
of an immature, unbalanced mind.

I overheard that remark, captain.
I'm afraid I'll have to dispense with you.

You only heard part of it.
I've just started.

Oh?

Yes. I want you to leave
my crewmen alone.

I want you to leave
my crewwomen alone too.

You're not to dance with him.

TRELANE:
Does it actually make you angry?

I don't want you accepting
his gifts, either.

Why, I do believe
that the dear captain is jealous of me.

I don't care what you believe,
just keep your hands off her.

Oh, how curiously human.
How wonderfully barbaric.

I've had enough of your
insulting attentions to her.

Of course you have.

After all, that's the root
of the matter, isn't it?

You fight for the attention,
the admiration,

the possession of women.

If it's fighting that you want...

...you may have it.

- Are you challenging me to a duel?
- If you have the courage.

Oh, this is better than I'd planned.

I shall not shirk an affair of honor.

A matched set,

just like the pair that slew
your heroic Alexander Hamilton.

And, captain...

...I never miss.

KIRK: Captain's log, stardate 2126.1.
Delayed report.

The whole bridge crew
are the unwilling guests

of the creature
who calls himself Trelane.

We are weaponless, powerless,

and our only hope of escape
with the Enterprise

lies in playing his games.

I've decided to make my move
with the "field of honor" game,

and everything depends
on my one chance

with the ancient dueling pistol.

Oh, how fascinating.
I'm party to an actual human duel.

- Are you ready?
- TRELANE: Quite ready, sir.

We shall test each other's courage,
and then...

And then we shall see.

- Enough talk. Let's get on with it.
- As you will, sir.

Honor will be served, eh?

Oh, wait.

As the one challenged,
I claim the first shot.

We shoot together.

It's my game and my rules.

But if you need to be persuaded...

- All right.
- Captain...

TRELANE: And now, captain --
how do you have the expression?

"My fate is in your hands."

[MACHINERY CLANKING]
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

You've ruined everything!

The machine.

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPS]

Captain, subspace interference
is clearing.

Try to contact the ship.

Oh, the remarkable treachery
of the species.

Go on, Trelane, look at it. It's over.

Your power is blanked out.
You're finished.

You've earned my wrath.

Go back. Go back to your ship,
all of you.

And prepare. You're all dead men.
You especially, captain.

Trelane?

Everyone,
we're getting out of here now.

This is the captain.
Commence beaming up.

Maximum speed.

Set a course for colony Beta VI.

Laid in, sir.

Full power acceleration from orbit,
Mr. Scott.

SCOTTY [OVER PA]:
We're full power, sir.

Emergency warp at the earliest
possible moment, Mr. Sulu.

Standing by to warp, sir.

Shall I make a full report
to Spacefleet Command, sir?

Not yet.
They may trace our beam.

Wait until we're well out of range.

Can we know what his range is,
captain?

We can take an educated guess:

At the point we first entered
their solar system.

Still no sign of pursuit.
Instruments clear, sir.

Good.

[KIRK SIGHS]

May I take a moment to change?

Yes, I think you might.

Turn in your glass slippers.
The ball is over.

Gladly, captain.

Hard to believe
that it ever happened.

Captain, we're about to warp.

Large body ahead.

Collision course.

Hard to port, Mr. Sulu.

That was the planet Gothos, captain.

Gothos?

Mr. Sulu, have we been going
in circles?

No, sir.
All instruments show on course.

Gothos again, captain.

Hard over, Mr. Sulu.

- Cat-and-mouse game.
- With us as the mouse.

There it is again, dead ahead.

KIRK:
Ninety degrees to starboard, Mr. Sulu.

Turning, captain.

But not veering off from it.

Ninety degrees sub-port, Mr. Sulu.
Adjust.

SULU:
Turn completed.

And still accelerating
toward the planet.

Or it toward us.

Decelerate into orbit.
Prepare transporter room.

- Captain, you're not beaming down?
- Yes, I am, Dr. McCoy.

I am going to see our playful
Mr. Trelane.

And whatever it takes
to make him give up our ship.

Stand by communications.

Mr. Spock, if you don't receive
a message from me within the hour,

leave the vicinity at once,
no turning back.

The prisoner may
approach the bench.

Trelane.

Any attempt at demonstrations
will weigh against you with the court.

And this time my instrumentality
is unbreakable.

I've had enough of your games.

Oh, the absurdity
of these inferior beings.

"And now, Captain James Kirk,
you stand accused of the high crime

of treason against
a superior authority,

conspiracy, and the attempt
to foment insurrection."

How do you plead?

I haven't come to plead
in your court, Trelane.

I warn you,
anything you might say

has already been taken down
in evidence against you.

I've come for one purpose:
to get back my ship.

Irrelevant.

We've made you angry
with our will to survive, have we?

Uncalled for.

Then vent your anger on me alone.

I was the one that led the others.

I was the one that shot out
your mirror machine.

And did you really think

that was the only medium
of instrumentality at my command?

I took that chance.

I'm willing to pay the price
for chancing wrong.

Oh, then you do admit
to the charges?

Yes. Anything.

Just allow the Enterprise
to continue its journey.

- Ah.
- You pompous--

TRELANE:
Immaterial.

Those people have
done you no harm.

Inadmissible.

We're living beings,
not playthings for your amusement.

Silence! This trial is over.

You are guilty.
On all counts, you are guilty.

And according to your own laws,

this court has no choice
in fixing punishment.

You will hang by the neck, captain,
until you are dead, dead, dead.

SPOCK:
Captain's log, stardate 2126.3.

First Officer Spock reporting.

Still no word from Captain Kirk
on the surface below us.

Waiting time is almost up.

I will soon be forced to attempt
departure as per instructions.

Until a moment ago,
I didn't think it possible.

But it was. I did it. I was angry.

I actually experienced genuine rage.

This experiment
has been successful.

I'm glad you weren't disappointed.

Why, captain, you're still angry.

Would that I could have
sustained that moment.

Oh, no matter.

Do you have a last request?

Trelane, if you think I'm gonna

cheerfully and obediently
stick my head in that noose...

You still haven't learned.
You have no choice.

Oh, this is becoming quite tiresome.
It's all so very easy.

That's your problem, Trelane.
Everything is easy.

It's given you a bad habit.

You're not aware
of it, but you have it.

Eh?

You don't think, Trelane,
that's your problem.

You miss opportunities.

Like your anger before
and mine right now.

Oh, you enjoy it, but you couldn't
have accomplished it without me.

And you know why?

Because you're a bumbling,
inept fool.

Take care now.

Here you have an opportunity
to experience something really unique,

and you're wasting it.

You wanna commit murder,
go ahead.

But where's the sport
in a simple hanging?

Sport?

Yes, the terror of murder.

The suspense. The fun.

Oh, I'm intrigued. Go ahead, captain.
What do you suggest?

A personal conflict between us.

Not like the duel before,
but the real thing.

The stakes? A human life. Mine.

[TRELANE CHUCKLES]

Ohh...

- Yes. Yes!
- That's the idea.

- Oh, then you approve?
- Yes.

But you can do better than that.

There's still not enough sport
in just killing me with a sword.

I know. That will be dull.

We'll have to have
something more fanciful.

Let me see...

A hunt. A royal hunt.

Predator against predator.

Now, you may go hide in the forest,
anywhere you like, and I shall seek.

How does that strike you, captain?

Strikes me very well.

But you'll have to make it
worth my while, Trelane.

Why not up the stakes?

- The stakes?
- Yes.

While we're playing our game...

...free my ship.
Let it continue on its way.

In return, I'll give you a contest
you'll remember.

Always back to your ship.

Oh, well. If it will add
spice to the pursuit...

I accept your terms, captain.

TRELANE: Remember, you must try
not to let me find you too quickly.

Let me notify the
Enterprise that it can go.

TRELANE:
At your convenience.

Enterprise...

Enterprise, this is Kirk.
Can you hear me?

[STATIC BUZZING]

Get the ship away
as fast as you can.

I'll try and give you
the time you need.

- Can you hear me??
- Aha!

- Enterprise.
- TRELANE: Ha-ha-ha!

Captain Kirk.

You must try harder, captain,
this is too easy.

[STATIC BUZZING]

[WHISPERING]
Enterprise.

Enterprise, can you hear me?

TRELANE:
Ow!

Touché, captain, touché.
I must confess you scored first.

But after all, I never played
this game before.

And now, let's have at it again.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[TRELANE LAUGHING]

Enterprise.

Enterprise.

Aha! Tallyho!

[TRELANE CHUCKLES]

Aha.
You made a noble fight of it, captain.

KIRK: Remember, Trelane,
you promised to let my ship go.

Yes, but this is such sport.

I must fetch all the others
back to play.

So this is victory.
It has a sweet taste.

Down, captain. On your knees.

- You haven't won, Trelane.
- I have. I could run you through.

But you haven't won anything.

- On your knees, captain.
- No!

Does it still taste as sweet?

I order you. You've been beaten.

But I'm not defeated.

I order you. I order you!

You broke it.

You broke my sword!

You got a lot to learn
about winning, Trelane.

You dare to defy me?

In fact, you've got a lot to learn
about everything, haven't you?

I'll fix you for that. You cheated.

You haven't played the game right.
I'll show you.

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Trelane.

No!

No. You said I could have this planet
for my very own.

MAN'S VOICE:
This has gone far enough.

Yeah, but you always stop me
when I'm having fun.

MAN'S VOICE: You're disobedient
and cruel. We've told you before...

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Time to come in now, Trelane.

But I don't wanna come in
and I won't.

I'm a general
and I won't listen to you.

MAN'S VOICE:
Enough, Trelane. Come along.

But why? I didn't do anything wrong.
I was just playing.

MAN'S VOICE:
We said, come along.

But I haven't finished studying
my predators yet.

MAN'S VOICE:
This is not studying them.

WOMAN'S VOICE: If you cannot
take proper care of your pets,

you cannot have them at all.

Oh, but I was winning.
I was winning.

MAN'S VOICE:
They're beings, Trelane.

They have spirit. They're superior.

No. No, you saw.

WOMAN'S VOICE:
You'll grow up, Trelane.

You'll understand.

Now, come along.

Oh, but you said I could.
You promised.

I never have any fun.

MAN'S VOICE:
Stop that nonsense at once

or you'll not be permitted
to make any more planets.

Oh, but you saw.

I was winning.

I would have won.

Honest.

MAN'S VOICE:
No, Trelane.

WOMAN'S VOICE:
No, Trelane.

I would've. I would've.

I would've. I would.

I would. I would.

MAN'S VOICE:
Captain,

we regret that the life paths
of yourself and your companions

have been disturbed.

Who are you? Who is Trelane?

WOMAN'S VOICE:
You must forgive our child.

The fault is ours
for indulging him too much.

He will be punished.

MAN'S VOICE: We would not
have let him intercept you

had we realized your vulnerability.

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Forgive us, captain.

We will maintain
your life-support conditions

while you return to your ship.

Please accept our apologies.

Captain to Enterprise.
Captain to Enterprise.

SPOCK [OVER COMMUNICATOR]:
Captain, we're receiving you.

Beam me up, Mr. Spock.

We're free to go.

Warping down, captain.
Now warp factor 4.

Approach channels clear, captain.

Colony Beta VI clears us
for normal approach, sir.

Normal orbit approach procedures,
Mr. Sulu.

Captain?

Mr. Spock, still thinking
about Trelane, is that it?

For the record, captain,
how do we describe him?

Pure mentality? Force of intellect?
Embodied energy? Superbeing?

He must be classified, sir.

God of war, Mr. Spock.

Well, I hardly find that fitting.

Then a small boy.

And a very naughty one at that.

It will make a strange entry
in the library banks.

But then he was a very
strange small boy.

On the other hand, he was probably
doing things comparable

to the same mischievous pranks
you played when you were a boy.

Mischievous pranks, captain?

Yes. Dipping little girls' curls
in inkwells,

stealing apples
from the neighbors' trees,

tying cans on...

Forgive me, Mr. Spock.

I should have known better.

I shall be delighted, captain.