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[BEEPING]

- Stay on top of it, Mr. Sulu.
- We're holding orbit, sir.

The helm is sluggish.

Control circuits threatening
to overload, captain.

Understood, engineer.

Mr. Spock...

...we can't avoid these areas
of turbulence.

I believe we'll have them plotted
in a few more orbits, captain.

Sickbay, to bridge.

SCOTTY:
Switching to manual, captain.

- Do we maintain this orbit?
- Spock?

This is of great scientific
importance, captain.

We're actually passing
through ripples in time.

- Maintain orbit.
- SCOTTY: Aye, there.

KIRK: Open a channel
to Starfleet Command.

UHURA:
Yes, sir.

KIRK:
Precautionary measure, lieutenant.

Broadcast to Starfleet Command
my past week's log entries,

starting with the unusual readings
we had on the instruments

and how they led us here.

Inform Starfleet Command
that apparently

something or someone
down on this planet--

Bones.

--can affect changes in time,

causing turbulent waves
of space displacement.

Some heart flutter.

I'd better risk a few drops
of cordrazine.

It's tricky stuff.
Are you sure you wanna risk--?

You were about to make
a medical comment, Jim?

Who, me, doctor?

We're guiding around most
of the time ripples now, captain.

Good. Mr. Spock?

All plotted but one, captain.
Coming up on it now.

Seems to be
fairly heavy displacement.

Bones!

Get back to your positions.

The hypo, captain.

- It was set for cordrazine.
- Empty.

Communications,
emergency medical team.

[SCREAMS]

Killers! Assassins!

I won't let you!
I'll kill you first!

I won't let you!

You won't get me!
Murderers! Killers!

Security alert.

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.

KIRK: Captain's log,
supplemental entry.

Two drops of cordrazine
can save a man's life.

A hundred times that amount

has just accidentally been
pumped into Dr. McCoy's body,

and in a strange wild frenzy,
he has fled the ship's bridge.

All connecting decks
have been placed on alert.

We have no way of knowing
if the madness is permanent

or temporary or in what direction
it will drive McCoy.

Continue alert...

...Decks 4 through 11.

Medical department knows
as little as we do.

In dosages approaching this,
there's some record of wild paranoia.

Confirmed by the library
record tapes, captain.

Subjects failed to recognize
acquaintances,

became hysterically convinced
that they were in mortal danger

and were seeking escape
at any cost.

Extremely dangerous to himself
or to anyone else who might--

[COMMUNICATOR SOUNDS]

- MAN: Bridge, Security. Alert, alert.
- Bridge here. Go ahead.

MAN: Security 054, sir. We just found
the transporter chief injured.

Captain, Dr. McCoy has beamed
himself down to the planet.

SPOCK: And the transporter
at that time, captain,

was focused on the center
of the time disturbance.

So whatever's down there,
McCoy is in the heart of it.

Set up a landing party.
Let's go get him. Kirk out.

These ruins extend to the horizon.

Begin recording.

Recording, sir.

SPOCK:
And of considerable age.

On the order
of 10,000 centuries old.

KIRK:
Detail, fan out.

What is this thing, Mr. Spock?

Seems to be pulsating
with power of some kind.

Analysis, please.

- Unbelievable, captain.
- That's funny.

This single object is the source
of all the time displacement.

- Explain.
- I can't.

For this to do what it does
is impossible

by any science I understand.

It is operating even now...

...putting out waves and waves
of time displacement,

which we picked up
millions of miles away.

Landing party to Enterprise.
No sign of Dr. McCoy.

Search progressing.

Incredible power.

It can't be a machine as
we understand mechanics.

- Then what is it?
- VOICE: A question.

Since before your sun
burned hot in space,

and before your race was born,
I have awaited a question.

What are you?

I am the Guardian of Forever.

Are you machine or being?

I am both and neither.

I am my own beginning,
my own ending.

I see no reason for answers
to be couched in riddles.

I answer as simply as your level
of understanding makes possible.

A time portal, captain.

A gateway to other times
and dimensions, if I'm correct.

As correct as possible for you.

Your science knowledge
is obviously primitive.

Really?

Annoyed, Spock?

Behold.

A gateway to your own past,
if you wish.

McCOY:
Killers!

Killers! I won't let you get me!
I'll kill you first!

I won't let you get--
Assassins! Murderers! Killers!

Spock!

If that is a doorway
back through time,

could we somehow take Bones
back a day in time, then...?

Relive the accident.

This time be certain that
the hypo accident is avoided.

Look at the speed with which
the centuries are passing, captain.

To step through on precisely
the day we wish...

Guardian.

Can you change the speed
at which yesterday passes?

I was made to offer the past
in this manner. I cannot change.

Strangely compelling, isn't it?

To step through there

and lose oneself in another world.

I am a fool.

Our tricorder is capable
of recording even at this speed.

I've missed taping centuries
of living history,

which no man before has ever--

- Dr. McCoy!
- KIRK: Bones, no!

Where is he?

He has passed into what was.

Captain, I've lost contact with
the ship. I was talking to them,

and suddenly, it went dead.
No static, just nothing.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Scotty?

Nothing wrong with
the communicator, sir.

Your vessel, your beginning,
all that you knew is gone.

McCoy...

...has somehow changed history.

You mean we're stranded
down here?

With no past, no future.

Captain, I'm frightened.

Earth's not there,
at least not the Earth we know.

We're totally alone.

KIRK:
Captain's log, no stardate.

For us, time does not exist.

McCoy, back somewhere
in the past,

has effected a change
in the course of time.

All Earth history has been changed.
There is no starship Enterprise.

We have only one chance.

We have asked the Guardian
to show us Earth's history again.

Spock and I will go
back into time ourselves

and attempt to set right
whatever it was that McCoy changed.

I was recording images
at the time McCoy left.

A rather barbaric period
in your American history.

I believe I can approximate
just when to jump.

Perhaps within a month
of the correct time,

a week, if we're fortunate.

Make sure we arrive
before McCoy got there.

It's vital we stop him...

...before he does whatever it was
that changed all history.

Guardian...

...if we are successful--

Then you will be returned.

It will be as though none
of you had gone.

Captain, it seems impossible.

Even if you're able
to find the right date--

Then even finding
McCoy would be a miracle.

There is no alternative.

Scotty...

...when you think
you've waited long enough,

each of you will have to try it.
Even if you fall,

at least you'll be alive
in some past world somewhere.

Aye.

Seconds now, sir. Stand by.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Happiness at least, sir.

And...

...now!

I've seen old photographs
of this period.

An economic
upheaval had occurred.

It was called
Depression, circa 1930.

Quite barbaric.

We seem to be costumed
a little out of step with the time.

I'm afraid I'm going to be difficult
to explain in any case, captain.

Well, Mr. Spock, if we can't
disguise you, we'll find some way of...

...explaining you.

That should prove interesting.

Let's get out of here.

SPOCK:
Fascinating.

MAN: Look out, will you? Why
don't you watch where you're going!

Theft, captain?

Well, we'll steal from the rich
and give back to the poor later.

I think I'm gonna like this century.
Simple, easier to manage.

We're not gonna have
any difficulty explaining--

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well?

You're a police officer. I recognize
the traditional accoutrements.

You were saying you'll have
no trouble explaining it.

My friend is obviously Chinese.

I see you've noticed the ears.
They're actually easy to explain.

Perhaps the unfortunate accident
I had as a child.

The unfortunate accident
he had as a child.

He caught his head
in a mechanical...

...rice picker.

But, fortunately, there was an
American missionary living close by

who was actually a skilled
plastic surgeon in civilian life--

All right, all right! Drop those bundles
and put your hands on that wall there.

Come on!

Oh, how careless of your wife
to let you go out that way.

- What?
- Oh, yes, it's quite untidy.

Here, let me help you.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

You were actually enjoying
my predicament back there.

At times, you
seem quite human.

Captain, I hardly
believe that insults

are within your prerogative
as my commanding officer.

Sorry.

Time we faced the unpleasant facts.

First, I believe we have about
a week before McCoy arrives,

- but we can't be certain.
- Arrives where,

Honolulu, Boise, San Diego?

Why not Outer Mongolia,
for that matter?

There is a theory.

There could be some logic
to the belief that time is fluid,

like a river with currents,
eddies, backwash.

And the same currents that swept
McCoy to a certain time and place

might sweep us there too.

Unless that is true,
captain, we have no hope.

Frustrating. Locked in here is the
exact place and moment of his arrival,

even the images of what he did.

If only I could tie this tricorder
in with the ship's computers

for just a few moments.

Couldn't you build some form
of computer aid here?

In this zinc-plated,
vacuum-tubed culture?

Yes, well, it would pose an extremely
complex problem in logic, Mr. Spock.

Excuse me. I sometimes
expect too much of you.

WOMAN:
Who's there?

Excuse us, miss.
We didn't mean to trespass.

It's cold outside.

A lie is a very poor way
to say hello. It isn't that cold.

No.

We were being chased
by a policeman.

Why?

These clothes.

We stole them.

We didn't have any money.

Well, I could do with some help
around here,

doing dishes, sweeping,
general cleaning.

At what rate of payment?

I need radio tubes and so forth.
My hobby.

EDITH: Fifteen cents an hour
for ten hours a day.

What are your names?

Mine is Jim Kirk. His is...

...Spock.

I'm Edith Keeler.

Well, you can start by
cleaning up down here.

Excuse me, miss.

Where are we?

You're in the
21st Street Mission.

Do you run this place?

Indeed I do, Mr. Kirk.

Radio tubes and so on.

I approve of hobbies, Mr. Spock.

Good evening.

You'll be sorry.

KIRK: Why?

You expect to eat for free
or something?

You gotta listen to goody two-shoes.

And now, as I'm sure that
somebody out there has said,

it's time to pay for the soup.

Not that she's a bad-looking broad,

but if she really wanted
to help out a fella in need--

Shut up. Shut up.

I wanna hear what she has to say.

Yes, of course, captain.

EDITH: Now, let's start by getting
one thing straight.

I'm not a do-gooder.

If you're a bum, if you can't
break off with the booze

or whatever it is
that makes you a bad risk,

then get out.

Now, I don't pretend to tell you
how to find happiness and love

when every day is just
a struggle to survive,

but I do insist that you do survive,

because the days and the years
ahead are worth living for.

One day soon...

...man is going to be able
to harness incredible energies...

...maybe even the atom.

Energies that could ultimately
hurl us to other worlds

in some sort of spaceship.

And the men that
reach out into space

will be able to find ways to feed
the hungry millions of the world

and to cure their diseases.

They will be able to find a way
to give each man hope

and a common future.

And those are the days
worth living for.

Our deserts will bloom...

Development of atomic power
is years away,

space flight years after that.

- EDITH: Now, it won't happen tomorrow,
- Speculation. Gifted insight.

But it will come.

I find her most uncommon,
Mr. Spock.

EDITH: Prepare for tomorrow.
Get ready. Don't give up.

Mr. Kirk.

You are uncommon workmen.

That basement looks like
it's been scrubbed and polished.

Then we can report back
for other work?

Yes, 7:00 in the morning.

Do you have a
flop for the night?

A what?

You really are new at this, aren't you?
A flop is a place to sleep.

Oh.

There's a vacant room at the place
where I live for $2 a week.

- If you want to, I'll take you there.
- Thank you.

We have a flop.

- We have a what, captain?
- A place to sleep.

One might have said so
in the first place.

[BUZZING]

SPOCK: Captain, I must have
some platinum.

A small block would be sufficient,
5 or 6 pounds.

By passing certain circuits
through there

to be used as a
duo-dynetic field core--

Mr. Spock, I've brought you some
assorted vegetables,

bologna and a hard roll for myself,

and I've spent the other nine-tenths

of our combined salaries
for the last three days

on filling this order for you.

Mr. Spock, this bag does not
contain platinum, silver or gold,

nor is it likely to in the near future.

Captain, you're asking me
to work with equipment

which is hardly very far ahead
of stone knives and bearskins.

McCoy will be along in a few days,

perhaps sooner.

There's no guarantee that these
currents in time will bring us together.

- This has to work.
- Captain...

Captain, in three weeks
at this rate, possibly a month,

I might reach the first
mnemonic memory circuits.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Your cap.

If you can leave right away, I can get
you five hours work at 22 cents an hour.

What--? What on earth is that?

I am endeavoring, ma'am, to construct
a mnemonic memory circuit

using stone knives and bearskins.

Captain.

Tools for finely detailed work.

That toolbox was locked
with a combination lock,

and you opened it
like a real pro.

Why did you do it?

I needed the fine tools
for my radio work.

They'd have been returned
in the morning.

- EDITH: No, I'm sorry, I can't--
- If Mr. Spock

says that he needs the tools

and that they'd be
returned tomorrow morning,

you can bet your reputation
on that, Miss Keeler.

On one condition.

Walk me home?

I still have a few questions
I'd like to ask about you two.

Oh, and don't give me that
"questions-about-little-old-us" look.

You know as well as I do how
out of place you two are around here.

Interesting.

Where would you estimate
we belong, Miss Keeler?

You...

...at his side, as if you've
always been there and always will.

And you...

You belong in another place.

I don't know where or how.

I'll figure it out eventually.

I'll finish with the furnace.

"Captain."

Even when he doesn't say it,
he does.

MAN [SINGING ON RADIO]:
♪ Good night, sweetheart ♪

♪ Though I'm not beside you ♪

♪ Good night, sweetheart
Still my love will guide you ♪

Why does Spock
call you captain?

Were you in the war together?

We served together.

And you, um,
don't want to talk about it?

Why?

Did you do something wrong?
Are you afraid of something?

Whatever it is, let me help.

"Let me help."

A hundred years or so from now,
I believe,

a famous novelist will write
a classic using that theme.

He'll recommend those three
words even over "I love you."

Centuries from now?

Who is he?
Where does he come from?

Where will he come from?

Silly question.
Wanna hear a silly answer?

Yes.

A planet circling that far left star
in Orion's belt. See?

How are the stone knives
and bearskins?

I may have found
our focal point in time.

I think you may also find you have
a connection burning some place.

Yes, I'm overloading those lines.

I believe we'll have our answer
on this screen, captain.

- Good.
- And, captain...

...you may find
this a bit distressing.

Well, let's see what you have.

I've slowed down the recording
we made from the time vortex.

February 23, 1936.
Six years from now.

"The president and Edith Keeler...

...conferred for some time today--"

[BUZZING]

- How bad?
- Bad enough.

The president
and Edith Keeler...

It would seem unlikely, Jim.

A few moments ago,
I read a 1930 newspaper article.

We know her future.

Within six years from now,
she'll become very important,

nationally famous.

Or, captain,
Edith Keeler will die this year.

I saw her obituary.

Some sort of traffic accident.

You must be mistaken.

They both can't be true.

Captain, Edith Keeler is the focal point
in time we've been looking for.

The point in time that both we
and Dr. McCoy have been drawn to.

She has two possible futures then.

And depending on whether
she lives or dies...

...all of history will be changed.

And McCoy...

Is the random element.

In his condition, what does he do?
Does he kill her?

Or perhaps he prevents her
from being killed.

We don't know which.

Get this thing fixed.

We must find out
before McCoy arrives.

Captain,

suppose we discover

that in order to set
things straight again,

Edith Keeler must die?

Assassins! Murderers!

Murderers! Assassins!

You, what planet is this?

No! Don't run! I won't kill you!

It's they who do the killing!

Don't run! I won't kill you!

Why?

What is so funny about
man reaching for the moon?

How do you know?

I just know, that's all.
I feel it.

And more, I think that one day
they're going to take

all the money that they spend
now on war and death--

And make them spend it on life.

Yes.

You see the same things that I do.
We speak the same language.

The very same.

I'm glad you got away too.

Yeah, I...

Why do you think
they wanna kill us?

Look, fella, you take a sip too much
of that old wood alky,

and almost anything seems like it--

Where?

Where are we?

Earth?

The constellations seem right, but...

Explain.

- Explain this trick.
- I...

Biped.

Small.

Good cranial development.

No doubt considerable
human ancestry.

Is that how you're able
to fake all of this?

Very good.

Modern museum perfection.

Right down to the cement beams.

Very, very good.

Oh, I'd give a lot to see the hospital.

Probably needles and sutures.

All the pain.

Used to had to cut and
sew people like garments.

Needles and sutures.

The terrible pain.

[HUMMING]

How long before we get
a full answer?

I'll need at least two more days
before I dare make another attempt.

McCoy could have been in the city
a week now for all we know.

And whatever he does that
affects her and changes history

could happen tonight,
tomorrow morning.

Captain...

...our last bit of information
was obtained

at the expense of 30 hours' work
in fused and burned circuits.

I must know whether she lives
or dies, Spock.

I must know what to do.

MAN: Extra! Extra!
Get your morning paper!

Get your paper.
Read all about it!

McCOY:
Oh, miss...

...that coffee,
it just smells wonderful.

You look terrible.

You better sit down. Come on.

I can't. I gotta keep moving.
I can't let them find me.

There's a cot in the backroom.
They won't find you there. Come on.

This is how history went
after McCoy changed it.

Here, in the late 1930s,
a growing pacifist movement

whose influence delayed
the United States' entry

into the Second World War.

While peace negotiations
dragged on,

Germany had time to complete
its heavy-water experiments.

Germany.

Fascism, Hitler.

PEOPLE [CHANTING]:
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Won the Second World War.

Because all this lets them
develop the A-bomb first.

There's no mistake, captain.
Let me run it again.

"Edith Keeler, founder
of the peace movement."

But she was right,
peace was the way.

She was right,
but at the wrong time.

With the A-bomb, and with
their V-2 rockets to carry them,

Germany captured the world.

No.

And all this because
McCoy came back

and somehow kept her
from dying in a street accident

as she was meant to.

We must stop him, Jim.

How did she die?

What day?

I can estimate general happenings
from these images,

but I can't trace down precise actions
at exact moments, captain.

I'm sorry.

Spock...

...I believe...

...I'm in love with Edith Keeler.

Jim, Edith Keeler must die.

EDITH: Hey, now, come on. You're
not ready to take on any tigers just yet.

Lie down.

The most common question
to ask would be, "Where am I?"

I don't think I'll ask it.

Why not?

The only possible answer
would conclusively prove that I'm...

...either unconscious or demented.

This looks like old Earth
around 1920 or '25.

Would you care to try for '30?

I am unconscious or demented.

I have a friend that talks about Earth
the same way that you do.

Would you like to meet him?

I'm a surgeon,
not a psychiatrist.

I am Leonard McCoy,

senior medical officer
aboard the USS Enterprise.

I don't mean to disbelieve you,
but that's hardly a Navy uniform.

That's quite all right.
That's quite all right, dear...

...because I don't believe
in you either.

Get some rest.

KIRK:
Edith.

Are you following me, sir?

With ulterior motives.
Would that please you?

I hope it means what-- Oh!

Stupid! I've been up and down
those stairs a thousand times.

I could have broken my neck.

Captain, I did not plan to eavesdrop.

No, of course you didn't.

I must point out
that when she stumbled...

...she might have died right there
had you not caught her.

It's not yet time. McCoy isn't here.

We're not that sure of our facts.

Who's to say
when the exact time will come?

Save her, do as your heart
tells you to do,

and millions will die
who did not die before.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Well, you look
just fine, doctor.

Thank you.

I thought you might like
to see the evening paper.

No, not particularly.

You know, I've convinced myself that
this is all in a cordrazine hallucination.

But I've decided you're not.

That's reassuring.

But if you're not, what are you?

A friend.

When you showed up here,
you looked like you could use one.

No, I don't doubt it.

What about this place?
Uh, you run it?

I try to.

- Why?
- It's necessary.

Well, it was for me, at least.

You may have saved my life.

Lots of people drink
from the wrong bottle sometimes.

Not as wrong as the bottle
I drank from.

Allow me to show my gratitude.
Perhaps there's something

I can do around here
to thank you.

We can talk about that later.
I have to go.

My young man is taking me
to a Clark Gable movie.

- A who movie?
- A Clark Gab--

Don't you know?

Well, I know what
a movie is, but...

That's very strange.

You get some rest. I'll see you later.

If we hurry, maybe we can catch the
Clark Gable movie at the Orpheum.

- What?
- I'd just love to see it.

You know, Dr. McCoy
said the same--

McCoy!

Leonard McCoy?

Yes. He's in the mission. He's--

Stay right here.

Spock! Stay right there!

- What is it?
- McCoy, he's in--

- Bones! Bones!
- Jim!

No, Jim!

Edith.

[EDITH SCREAMS]

You deliberately stopped me, Jim.

I could have saved her.
Do you know what you just did?

He knows, doctor.

He knows.

What happened, sir?
You only left a moment ago.

We were successful.

GUARDIAN:
Time has resumed its shape.

All is as it was before.

Many such journeys are possible.
Let me be your gateway.

Captain, the Enterprise is up there.
They're asking if we wanna beam up.

Let's get the hell out of here.