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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5121.5.

Orbiting the second planet
in the Minarian star system.

This star has given evidence
of entering a nova phase

and six months ago, a station was
established to make studies of the star

as its end approaches.

Minara is now entering a critical period

and the Enterprise has been ordered
to evacuate the station.

Yet our attempts to contact the station's
personnel have been unsuccessful.

Dust. Apparently these instruments
have not been recently used.

Record tape. Maybe it'll tell us
something about the personnel.

SCOTTY [OVER RADIO]:
Enterprise to Captain Kirk. Come in.

What is it?

Our instruments have picked up
a gigantic solar flare

with high levels of cosmic rays
accompanying it.

- How bad?
- An enormous one.

Our sensors indicate the cosmic ray
measures 3.51 on the Ritter scale.

That will play the devil
with the crew and ship.

At that rate, it will take 74.1 solar hours
for the storm to pass.

Get the ship out of here.
Stay at minimum distance.

- Aye, aye, sir. We'll beam you up in...
- Negative. We're staying here.

- Get that ship out of here.
- Very well. Scott out.

What about that tape?

Remember that what we see on this
tape happened three months ago.

I don't think I can stand another week
in this godforsaken place.

"In His hand
are the deep places of the earth."

Psalm 95, verse 4.
Looks like he was listening.

[HUMMING]

Who's down there?

What happened to them?

[HUMMING]

Where's that sound coming from?
Can you pinpoint it?

Negative, Captain. It doesn't register.

Bones.

Spock!

[EXPLOSION]

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. Bones.

Where are we?

Exactly 121.32 metres
beneath the planet's surface, Captain.

- How did we get here?
- Beamed by a matter-energy scrambler

similar to our transporter mechanism.

- That's a nasty cut. Does it hurt?
- No.

Getting a life-form reading,
bearing 42, mark 7.

- One of the missing scientists?
- No. Humanoid but not homo sapiens.

- Identification?
- Impossible.

I can make no identification
other than it being humanoid.

Let's find out. Phasers on stun.

Approaching the life-form.

- What is it?
- Still undistinguishable.

- Be careful.
- She seems harmless enough.

The sand bats of Manark IV
appear to be inanimate rock crystals,

until they attack.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Is this your home? Do you live here?

What about it? Analysis.

From what we know of the gravity
and other factors of this planet,

life-forms such as hers
could not evolve here.

Are you responsible
for bringing us here?

Don't be afraid.
Bones, what's wrong with her?

She's a mute. No vocal chords.

Not even vestigials. And I don't think
it's a pathological condition.

- Explain.
- She appears to be healthy.

Lack of vocal chords could be normal
for her species, whatever that is.

A race of mutes. Like the civilization
on Gamma Vertis IV.

That's my observation,
for what it's worth.

Without speech, how's she
going to be able to understand us?

- Unless she's a telepath.
- An unlikely possibility.

98% of the telepathic species
send thoughts as well as receive them.

She's made no attempt
to contact our minds.

We can't keep referring to her as "she"
as if she weren't here.

Do you have any idea?

I don't know about you
but I'm gonna call her Gem.

- Gem, Doctor?
- That's better than "Hey, you".

I want to know why we're here.

I want to know what's going on.

And she knows.

- I'm Captain...
- We are aware of your identity.

Who are you?
Why did you bring us here?

We are Vians. Do not interfere.

- What do you intend to do with us?
- Delay us no longer.

We come...

Since you already know who we are,
you must also know we come in peace.

Our Prime Directive specifically
prohibits us from interference...

I can't seem to stand up.

Don't fight the force field.

There's something about it
that upsets the body metabolism.

Not quite, Doctor. The field
draws its energy from your bodies.

The more you resist,
the stronger the force field becomes.

Sufficient.

Spock.

There must be an exit
other than the one we just saw.

Correct, Captain.

- Do you feel all right?
- Don't worry about me.

They may have hurt her.

Did they hurt you?

The pain is gone.

She touched my head
and the pain is gone.

The wound is completely healed.

It fits, Jim. She must be an empath.

Her nervous system is so sensitive
she can feel our emotional reactions.

- They become part of her.
- Thank you.

In that direction, my tricorder is picking
up a substantial collection of objects.

- Details?
- Electronic devices.

I fail to understand why my tricorder
previously gave no indication of them.

They're there now.
Let's check them out.

Staying here alone could be dangerous.
Come with us.

Fascinating.

Look at this stuff.

Bones, Spock, come here.

Jim, Spock.

We are on schedule. Some further
simple tests are necessary.

- We've seen the results of your tests.
- I found our missing men. Dead.

- Another one of your experiments?
- Their own imperfections killed them.

They were not fit subjects. Come.

- Time is short.
- Your time is running out.

The sun is about to nova. When it does,
it will destroy this torture chamber.

Let's get out of here.

Readings indicate the passage
to the surface lies in this direction.

[WIND HOWLS]

Kirk to Enterprise.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

Out of range. Readings, Mr. Spock?

Research station 6km in that direction.

Let's get there. If there's a search party,
it'll be there.

Spock?

Much further?

Just ahead.

Hey, Jim, look.
Scotty and the search party.

Scotty!

Stay there!

- Come on.
- We're coming!

Keep going.

Their will to survive is great.

- They love life greatly to struggle so.
- The prime ingredient.

Where did they go?

I believe they were
never actually present. It was a mirage.

Where's Kirk?

Jim.

What are you doing here?
Where's Scotty?

- It was a mirage.
- Captain Kirk?

We have decided
that one specimen will be sufficient.

- You will come with us.
- What about the others?

We have no interest in them.
They may go.

- Very well.
- You'll end up like the other two.

- Captain, I request permission...
- Denied.

But, Captain...

You have your orders.

- What happened to my men?
- They are safe.

One specimen, you said.
What happened to my men?

- Indeed. Prime ingredient.
- Where are they? Tell me!

You said you'd let them go.

Mr. Sulu.

Estimate how much longer we'll have
until the solar flares subside.

Aye, sir.

Readings now indicate 2.721
on the Ritter scale.

At the present rate of decrease,

we'll have to wait 17 hours before
we even attempt to enter orbit.

Aye.

Well, as long as we're stuck out here,

we might as well relax
until the storm passes.

Storm's already lasted four hours longer
than we'd anticipated.

- Could our landing party be in danger?
- That's not likely.

The planet's atmosphere
will give protection.

If I know Captain Kirk, he'll be more
worried about us than we are about him.

- What is it you want to know?
- We seek no information as you mean.

Your civilization is too immature
to have knowledge of value to us.

You don't need any knowledge from us
yet you're willing to kill for it.

Is that what happened
to Linke and Ozaba?

We did not kill them.
Their own fears killed them.

What did you expect from them?
And what do you want from me?

We've observed
the intensity of your passions,

and gauged
your capacity to love others.

Now we want you to reveal to us
your courage and strength of will.

Why?

What is it you hope to prove?

If my death is to have any meaning,

at least tell me what I'm dying for.

If you live, you will have your answer.

[SHOUTS]

Come on. The passageway was there
before. It's gotta be there.

I'm unable to lock in on the previous
readings. I can find no exit out of here.

Captain!

Jim, what is it?
What have they done to you?

Help him. Don't be afraid to help him.

Jim...

You lie still.
I'll check her out right away.

- Will she live?
- She seems fine now.

Can you explain what happened?

Complete empathy.
She's a functional empath.

Her nervous system connected to yours
to counteract your symptoms.

With her strength, she sustained
your body's physiological reactions.

She weakened. I could feel it.
Is her life in danger?

It's hard to say yet, but supplying
your body with life did drain her.

Her withdrawal
suggested the fear of death, Doctor.

Only your urging
caused her to continue.

Fear would be a first reaction.

Perhaps she doesn't know our captain
well enough to offer her life for him.

Could the strain have killed her?

I would assume that her instinct for
self-preservation would take over.

How do you feel?

I'm... tired.

Can you recall what happened?

I remember the laboratory
and... they wanted to know something.

- I can't remember.
- Take it easy.

- What's the matter with me?
- You have symptoms of the bends.

Nitrogen bubbles in your blood
cause the pain.

- How do you get the bends down here?
- You'll have to ask the Vians.

- Will I live?
- You need a decompression chamber.

Otherwise I'd say
your recovery is miraculous.

I wish I could take the credit
but she did the work.

I noted that a light preceded you when
you returned from the Vians' laboratory.

- Why are you getting analytical?
- He's right. Continue.

Such a light is an energy transfer point
linking this device to the power source.

Can you tap into it?

If I determine the frequency it uses,
I can cause it to function for us.

And get us out
the way they brought us in.

- I would say so.
- I would say proceed.

You are called Captain.

You are responsible for your crew.
Is this correct?

- It is.
- We need the cooperation of one man.

- We will not cooperate.
- When we resume our interrogations,

you will decide which of your men
we shall use.

It is essential. There is an 87% chance
that the doctor will die.

And while Spock's life is not in danger,
the possibility is 93%

that he will suffer brain damage
resulting in permanent insanity.

- How's it going?
- I do not know.

I understand its operating principles
but that is all.

It won't be long before the Vians come
back. Find out how it works. Soon.

Take it easy.

Men can't live underground.
It's not natural.

And space travel is?

Some men spend their lives
in mines beneath the surface.

I'm a doctor, not a coal miner.

I've recorded
my principles and theories.

Should the Vians return, there is data
for you to complete the adjustments.

I'm not a mechanic. I couldn't get that
to work however many notes you left.

Possibly not. But you and the captain
together will be able to do so.

In any case, you are the logical one
to leave with the captain.

The decision is mine.

If there are any decisions to be made,
I'll make them...

if and when it becomes necessary.

- I don't need any...
- I'm still chief medical officer.

I'll tell you what you need and when.
Would you rather have the bends?

That's it. Just lie down and relax.

How long will he be asleep, Doctor?

Between the emotional strain and that
attack of bends, he's in bad shape.

I'm not criticising your action.
On the contrary.

I'm grateful for it. He will be spared the
strain of making so difficult a decision.

- You simplify the situation considerably.
- How?

While the captain is asleep,
I am in command.

When the Vians return,
I shall go with them.

- If I hadn't given him that shot...
- The choice would have been his.

Now it is mine.

Your action is highly unethical.

My decision... stands.

Um... Um...

Not this time, Spock.

The choice has been made.

Stay here with my friends.
They'll take care of you.

Do you understand?

Come, then.

Doctor.

If there was any
other way to accomplish our purpose...

Get on with it.

- Why did you let him do it?
- I was convinced just like you were.

- By the good doctor's hypo.
- Anything?

Hmm...

A most unusual device. A control unit,
but not a control mechanism.

- It is not a mechanical device.
- What is it?

It's attuned
to only one electrical pattern of energy,

the pattern produced
by the one possessing it.

It is activated solely
by mental commands.

Can you adapt it, re-attune it,
to fit our brain patterns?

I shall attempt it. But it is not possible
to fit more than one pattern at a time.

I am familiar with my own pattern.
With your permission...

Do what you have to do
to make it work.

What disturbs me
is why the Vians let us keep it.

They must know we are capable of
comprehending and using this control.

- And that we would use it to escape.
- The logical assumption

is that they wish to let us go.

- And they keep McCoy.
- That is evidently their intention.

Somehow, you're the crux,
the focal point of all this.

Before we got here, she was a prisoner.
They didn't hurt or threaten her.

The facts would indicate
she is essential to their purpose.

Yes, there is a purpose,
but what is it?

Has all the pain and terror happened,
or been made to happen, for you?

Completed. Adjustments are delicate
and may not survive more than one use.

However, there should be sufficient
energy to transfer us to the Enterprise.

- Will it take us to McCoy?
- If you so desire.

The best defense is a strong offense.
I intend to start offending right now.

Aim for the lab.

Bones...

Spock.

Get him down.

Wrists.

His pulse is almost gone.

- How is he?
- Severe heart damage.

Signs of congestion in both lungs.
Evidence of circulatory collapse.

[GASPS]

Don't talk.

Don't speak. Take it easy
until we get you back to the ship.

- What is it? What's the matter?
- He's dying, Jim.

- We can only make him comfortable.
- You're not a doctor.

[MCCOY WHISPERS]

Internal injuries.
Bleeding in chest and abdomen.

Haemorrhage of the spleen and liver.

70% kidney failure.

He's right.
Being a doctor has its drawbacks.

I always wondered why I... [COUGHS]

McCOY:
Thanks.

How long?

It could happen any time.

The correct medical phrase,
eh, Spock?

You've got a good bedside manner,
Spock.

Can't we do something?

I'm afraid not.

Gem might be able to help him
the way she helped me.

But could his nearness to death
also kill her?

Uncertain.
McCoy's analysis of her reaction

assumes that self-preservation
would prevent it.

- But we cannot be positive.
- If she could just strengthen him

and keep him from sinking into death,
we might be able to save him.

No interference will be permitted.

She can save his life.
Let us help her to go to him.

She must not be urged
to take action.

- All must proceed without interference.
- The purpose that brought us...

What purpose can all this serve
except to fulfil a need of yours?

We have but one need left in life.
To see the completion of our test.

- Be patient.
- Patient? Our friend is dying.

Perhaps.

What purpose can be served
except to bring you pleasure?

Surely you know that your star system
will soon be extinct.

- Your sun will nova.
- We know.

The millions of inhabitants on its planets
are doomed.

That is why we are here.

This arena of death
that you've devised for your pleasure.

- Will it prevent this catastrophe?
- No, it will not.

But it may save Gem's planet.

Of all the planets of Minara, we can only
transport inhabitants of one to safety.

If Gem's planet
is the one that will be saved,

we must make certain beyond
any doubt they are worthy of survival.

How will the death of our friend
serve this purpose?

His death will not serve it.

But her willingness
to give her life for him will.

- You were her teachers.
- We were?

- What could she learn from us?
- Your will to survive.

Your love of life.
Your passion to know.

They're recorded in her being.

Her planet will be fortunate.

Each of you
would give his life for the others.

We must find out whether that instinct
has been transmitted to Gem.

[RUMBLING]

- Time grows short.
- You were correct.

Everything that has occurred here
has been caused by them.

This has been a great laboratory
and we have been the subjects.

No. We only created the circumstances.
That was necessary.

Your actions were spontaneous.

Everything truest and best in all species
of beings has been revealed by you.

Those are the qualities that make
a civilization worthy to survive.

Behold.

That is most significant.

An instinct new to the essence
of her being is generating.

Compassion for another

is becoming part of her
functioning life system.

She's afraid.

She's saving herself.

She does not yet have the instinct
to save her people.

- We have failed?
- No.

No, not yet.

Captain. Dr. McCoy's life
is not solely dependant on Gem.

The Vians too
must be capable of saving his life.

- True.
- You cannot let him die.

His death is not important.

We must see
whether her instinct for self-sacrifice

has become stronger
than her instinct for self-preservation.

[COUGHS]

Don't touch me. Stay away.

- Jim. Spock. Are you here?
- Yes, Bones.

Don't let her touch me. She'll die.

Jim...

I can't destroy life
even if it's to save my own.

I can't. You know that.
I can't let you do it.

Captain?

- What is it?
- The intensity of emotion is draining us

and building up the force field.

- I know.
- It draws its energy from us.

In spite of what we see,
all emotion must be suppressed.

It might weaken the field.

I'll try.

Yes.

Spock.

You cannot use our powers
to change what is happening.

- You must save the life of our friend.
- No. We will not.

Her instinct must be developed to
the fullest. The test must be complete.

It is. Gem earned the right of survival
for her planet. She offered her life.

- To offer is not proof enough.
- If death is all you understand,

here are four lives for you.

We will not leave our friend.

You can't feel the emotions
you brought Gem here to experience.

You don't understand what it is to live.

Love and compassion are dead in you.
You're nothing but intellect.

Farewell.

- Strange.
- What is puzzling you?

I'm not puzzled. I am... awed.

I'm with you. She awed me.

I wasn't thinking of Gem.

I was thinking of
that element of chance

that out in limitless space
we should come together with Gem.

Element of chance can be eliminated
by a civilization like the Vians.

Not to dispute your computer,

but from what little you've told me,
I'd say she was a pearl of great price.

What, Scott?

You don't know
the story of the merchant?

The merchant, who when he
found one pearl of great price,

went and sold all that he had
and bought it.

Yes, she was all that. But whether
the Vians bought or found her,

she was of great value.

Personally, I find it fascinating
that with all their scientific knowledge,

it was good old-fashioned human
emotion that they valued the most.

Perhaps the Vulcans
should hear about this.

Can you be prevailed upon
to bring them the news?

Possibly. I shall certainly give the
thought all the consideration it is due.

- Mr. Sulu. Ahead warp factor 2.
- Aye, sir. Warp factor 2.