02x14 - Wolf in the Fold

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02x14 - Wolf in the Fold

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Captain, l think l'm going to like Argelius.

Obviously a man of good taste.

You mean to tell me all these women,
all this is...

Yes. The Argelians
think very highly of their pleasure.

That's an understatement.
This is a completely hedonistic society.

- Do you like her, Scotty?
- Aye.

- Why shouldn't l?
- Good.

l've invited her to join us.
l thought you'd like to meet her.

That's what l call a real captain.
Always thinking of his men.

Scotty, in Argelius, they use the lights.

No one has to tell an old Aberdeen
pub-crawler how to applaud, Captain.

Have one of our pillows.

lt is a fine, foggy night tonight.

l doubt anyone has told you
of the marvellous fogs in Aberdeen.

Never a word. But l'm dying to learn.

Why don't l show you? There's nothing
like a walk in the fog with a bonnie lass.

Or a...handsome gentleman.

Why don't we?

You don't mind, do you? l might even
get back to the ship on time.

We won't leave without you.
Relax and enjoy yourself.

- My work is never done.
- My work. This is prescription stuff.

The expl*si*n that threw Scotty against
the bulkhead was caused by a woman.

Physically, he's all right.
Am l right in assuming that?

Yes. As a matter of fact, psychological
damage could have been caused.

- Resentment towards women.
- He seems to be overcoming that.

ln my opinion, when he gets back, he'll
hate you for making him leave Argelius.

But he will have lost
total resentment towards women.

Mission accomplished
as far as Scotty is concerned.

Bones? l know a little place across town
where the women...

Oh, yes. l know the place. Let's go.

lt's that way, Jim.

- She's dead, Jim.
- Stabbed. A dozen times.

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 civilizations,

to boldly go
where no man has gone before.

Captain's log, stardate 3614.9.

Planet Argelius ll.

While on therapeutic shore leave,

Mr Scott has fallen under suspicion of
having m*rder*d an Argelian woman.

The chief city administrator,
a Mr Hengist,

is in charge of the investigation
but has learned little.

l don't know what to say. Argelius is
the last planet l'd expect this to happen.

We're just as shocked as you are.

lf this was my planet, Rigel lV,
l'd have a dozen investigators onto it.

- But they don't exist here.
- You're not a native of Argelius, sir?

No. Argelius hires its administrative
officers from other planets.

The Argelians aren't very efficient,
you know. Gentle, harmless people.

Mr Scott. Mr Scott?

Now, are you sure
you've never seen this before?

l...l don't remember.

Really, sir. That is hardly helpful.

Scotty.

You left the cafe with the girl.
Do you remember that?

What happened next?

We were...walking...in the fog.

Er...l was up ahead,
trying to lead the way.

l heard the girl scream.

l remember starting to turn.

l don't remember another thing.

- Scotty, you've got to remember.
- Jim.

lf he says he can't,
he doesn't. You know Scotty.

l know that a m*rder
has been committed.

- You think Scotty...
- lt doesn't matter what l think.

You don't just throw him to the wolves.

l have a diplomatic responsibility.

This happened under Argelian
jurisdiction. lf they want to convict him,

- l have to go along with it.
- But he's suffering from concussion.

We'll do what we can.

lt's not promising.
He insists he remembers nothing.

But only his fingerprints
are on the m*rder w*apon.

There were other people in the cafe
about the time of the m*rder.

Several left
just before Mr Scott and the girl.

So l've been informed. They are being
located for questioning.

- But the outlook for your friend is grim.
- What is the law in these cases?

The law of Argelius is love.

Gentlemen, our prefect, Jarvis.

Sir - Captain Kirk, Dr McCoy.

And this is my wife, Sybo.

And this man is Scott, the one
l sent you the message about.

He does not look like a man capable of
such an act. Still, it has been so long.

Gentlemen, before our great awakening
200 years ago,

we had ways
of learning the truth in such matters.

We shall return to them.

The Argelian empathic contact?

- You know of this?
- Yes. l assumed it was a lost art.

My wife is a descendant of
the ancient priestesses of our land.

She has the ancestral gift.

Gentlemen, l have come
to invite you to my home.

Shouldn't this be handled in
an official manner through my office?

lt shall be handled in an official manner
since l am the highest official.

Gentlemen, let us proceed to my home,
where, with the aid of my wife,

we shall learn the truth.

Please.

Depending on your wife's empathic
ability is all very well,

but there's only one way we can find out
what it is Mr Scott cannot remember.

Since you find it impossible
to let us go back to our ship,

l can beam down a technician
with a psycho-tricorder.

lt will give us an account of what's
happened to Mr Scott in the last day.

l'd advise against it, Prefect.
This is purely an Argelian matter.

My wife must meditate for a time
before she's ready.

l see no reason why we should not
use that time to good advantage.

- Very well, Captain.
- Kirk to Enterprise.

Enterprise. Spock here.

Beam down a technician
with a psycho-tricorder.

Use these coordinates.

Acknowledged. Coordinates received.

Kirk out.

The psycho-tricorder
requires privacy to be effective.

There is a small chamber below this
room. Perhaps that will suffice.

Captain, news of this...frightful m*rder

is spreading among my people.

They're greatly disturbed.

l have already heard talk of closing
Argelius to space vehicles.

That would be most unfortunate.

Argelian hospitality is well-known

as well as its importance
as a space port.

Yes, l believe it's the only one
in the quadrant.

Captain.

There are people to question.
Should l expedite their arrival?

Yes. Anyone with any connection with
the m*rder should be at the ceremony.

Karen Tracy reporting as ordered.

l want a 24-hour regressive memory
check made on Mr Scott.

- Yes, Captain. Where shall l set up?
- lf you will just follow me, Lieutenant.

Scotty, cooperate completely
with Lieutenant Tracy.

- Maybe we can clear this up.
- l certainly hope so, sir.

l can't stand this not knowing.

Captain, under normal conditions, Scotty
will have never done such a thing.

But that blow on the head

could put all previous behaviour
patterns into the junk heap.

There's another possibility.

- Explain.
- Hysterical amnesia.

When a man feels guilty about
something too terrible to remember,

he blocks it out
of his conscious memory.

- Are you ready, Sybo?
- l am ready.

- May l have the Kn*fe, please?
- Certainly.

Among other gifts, Sybo can receive
impressions from inanimate objects.

- Do you have it, Captain?
- The Kn*fe? No.

But l put it here when we arrived.
lt's gone.

Scotty.

She's dead, Jim.

Just like the other one.

Stabbed, over and over again.

Drink this.

An Argelian stimulant, Doctor.
Quite effective.

And quite harmless.

Go ahead, Scotty.

Lieutenant?

Captain? Where's...

Lieutenant Tracy is dead, Scott.
You were found alone in the room.

Dead? But l...

- What happened down there?
- l was...

...sitting there.

She was taking her readings.

And now l'm sitting here.

ls that all that happened?

l tell you, l don't remember.
l must have passed out.

lt could be. That head injury.

Mm...

That head injury.

Think, Scotty.

Captain, l've been trying.

l can't even believe
this is really happening.

There's no way into that place
from up here.

Prefect.

ls there another entrance
to that chamber?

A door leads to the garden.
lt's been locked for years.

- Locks can be picked, Jim.
- Check it.

Both of these men were
at the cafe the night of the m*rder.

- What about in the last few minutes?
- lf you don't mind.

There's been another m*rder.
One of my crew.

The same as Kara.

Why, that's terrible.

You. My men picked you up.
What were you doing?

l know nothing about it.
l didn't k*ll anyone.

Well, how was the girl k*lled?

Stabbed. And there's no sign
of the w*apon.

- lf only l had facilities.
- You.

You were a musician at the cafe.
You played for the m*rder*d girl.

Since she was a little girl,
she danced for me.

She was my daughter.

Prefect, how could a thing like this
have happened here?

The man who did it must be found.

He must be punished.

And you. You left the cafe
before Scott and Kara.

ls this true? Who are you?

Morla of Cantaba Street. l was there.
l have nothing to hide.

- Did you know Kara?
- Course he knew her.

They were to be married.
But he behaved disgracefully.

Unheard of. He was...jealous of her.

- That is very disquieting.
- l know it was wrong, Prefect.

But l just couldn't help myself.
l loved her.

When she went over to the table
with these men, l went home.

Jealousy has often been a motive
for m*rder.

l know. That is why the emotion
is so strongly disapproved of here.

Prefect, l didn't k*ll anyone. l couldn't.

We shall see, Morla.

Sorry, Jim. The lock may or may not
have been picked.

lt's hard to tell even with the tricorder.

- Can you prove you went home?
- May l continue with the questions?

Get on with it. Just don't stand there.

Captain. You are behaving like a man
trying anything to save his friend.

Would you be as desperate to save
Argelius as a port for your star fleet?

Of course l'm trying to save him. lf he's
innocent. He hasn't been proven guilty.

Need l remind you what happened?

ln both cases, your friend
was discovered over the body

and later claimed to remember nothing.

l am ready, Jarvis.

Gentlemen, sit down, please.

On one condition, Prefect.

That the room be sealed
so no one can leave or enter

while the ceremony is going on.

The room is sealed.

Captain. My neck is going to depend
on some spooky mumbo jumbo?

- Kirk here.
- Spock here. May l have a word?

Yeah. Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Yes, Mr Spock?
- Concerning your situation,

in my opinion, the Argelian empathic
contact is an interesting phenomenon.

But the technique is not sound enough
to risk a man's life.

- What do you suggest?
- Beam Mr Scott on board the Enterprise

and employ our computers
to learn the truth.

These are a proud people.
They have their own customs and laws.

While we're here, we're subject to them.

lt is imperative this matter be resolved
according to Argelian law. ls that clear?

- Quite clear.
- l don't like it any more than you do,

but there's nothing we can do about it.
Kirk out.

Let us begin.
Let the circle not be broken.

Concentrate upon the flame
which burns upon the altar of truth.

Yes. There is something here.

Something terrible. l feel its presence.

Fear, anger, hatred.

Anger feeds the flame.

Oh... Oh...

There is evil here.

Monstrous, terrible evil.

Consuming hunger.

Hatred of all that lives.

Hatred of women.
A hunger that never dies.

lt is strong, overpowering.

An ancient terror.

lt has a name. Beratis, Kesla, Redjac.

Devouring all life, all light.

A hunger that will never die!

Redjac! Redjac!

Three murders, and Scotty
the only possible answer each time.

l don't care
what the circumstances indicate.

- Scotty simply could not have done it.
- Normally, no.

- But that blow on his head could...
- No...

l'm sorry. You don't even remember
if you did it or not.

- l agree. l am satisfied Scott is guilty.
- But not responsible.

- That is unproven.
- We can prove if he's insane.

Gentlemen, please.

How could any man
do such monstrous things?

That's what we hope to find out, sir.

Mr Scott...

l swear to you l did not k*ll your wife
or the other ladies.

By your own admission,
you don't know if you did or didn't.

Mr Hengist.

On the Enterprise,
we can make a recording

of Mr Scott's conscious
and subconscious mind.

They will tell us
what happened to him in the past.

There would be no room for doubt.
We would know.

That's what we're after, isn't it?
To know?

You, sir, claim to remember nothing
about the murders.

Aye.

lf this is so, you may have k*lled
without knowing it.

Will your machines tell us this?

No doubt will remain.

Very well. We will go to your ship.

And he who is guilty
will face the ancient penalties,

barbaric and horrible
though they may be.

The ancient penalty for m*rder
was death by slow t*rture.

That law's never been changed.

Do you understand that, Mr Scott?

Aye.

l understand.

Captain's log, stardate 3615.4.

With Mr Scott
in a technical state of arrest,

we are on the Enterprise
to continue the investigation.

Each testifier
will place his hand on this plate.

Any deviation from the truth
will be detected

and relayed to this computer
which will in turn notify us.

Dr McCoy has fed the computer
his medical reports.

Our laboratory experts
are examining the m*rder w*apon

and will give data
to the computers for analysis.

Shall we begin?

Mr Scott, will you take the stand?

Computer, identify verification.

Working. Lieutenant Commander
Montgomery Scott,

serial number SE-19754-T.

Verified.

Subject's physical condition.

Working. Subject recently received
severe blow on skull.

Damage healing.
Some peripheral abnormalities.

Sufficient abnormalities
to account for periods of amnesia?

Working. Negative.

Captain, l don't see how that can be.

Unless Scotty's lying
about his loss of memory.

l'm not lying, Captain. l don't remember
a thing about the first two murders.

- Computer. Accuracy scan.
- Subject relaying accurate account.

- No physiological changes.
- Captain?

l didn't black out
when Mr Jarvis' wife was k*lled.

All right, Scotty. Let's have it.

We were holding hands. When the lights
went out, the circle was broken.

l heard the poor lady scream.
As l was near her, l went towards her.

But there was...something in my way.

Something? You mean someone?

No, Captain. Some...thing.

Cold, it was, like a stinking draught
out of a slaughterhouse,

but it wasn't...really there.

Like it...

lf you know what l mean.

- Computer?
- Subject relaying accurate account.

No physiological changes.

All right. Let's hit it on the head.

Scotty.

- Did you k*ll Sybo?
- No, Captain.

- That l'm sure of.
- He's said that right along.

- lt means no more now than it did.
- Scotty, lie to me.

- How old are you?
- Er... 22, sir.

lnaccurate. lnaccurate. Data in error.

After the lights went out, Mr Scott,
who was holding your hand?

Morla on the one side
and you on the other, sir.

That means nothing with
a room that small. The lights were out.

- Anyone could have k*lled the lady.
- But we found Mr Scott holding her.

The Kn*fe... Sorry, sir, but l must. The
Kn*fe in her back and blood on his hands.

The verifier showed he told
the truth when he said he didn't k*ll her.

Two other women were m*rder*d.

Mr Scott.

Did you k*ll Kara?

- l don't remember.
- Did you k*ll Tracy?

l don't remember.

- Computer. Accuracy scan.
- Relaying accurate account.

No physiological changes.

All that proves is he's telling the truth
when he says he doesn't remember.

- This is a waste of time.
- After we take the testimony,

we'll run an analysis
of Mr Scott's memory

which is what we wanted to do on
the surface. Will that satisfy you?

lf you can convince me that
the machine is incapable of error,

and if it shows he did not k*ll the women.

There will be no error. As for
the rest of it, the readings will show.

l think you can step down now
if there are no objections.

- l object.
- We are here on my authority.

- We will cooperate.
- Prefect, l know you mean well, but...

For the time being, we will accept
the machine's accuracy as factual.

l do, however, reserve the right
to make the final determination.

We can ask no more.
Mr Morla, will you take the stand?

Where were you
at the time Kara was m*rder*d?

l'm not sure. Walking home, l assume.

- l was angry.
- Anger is a relative state, sir.

Angry enough to do v*olence?

l've never done v*olence.
l don't think l could.

You've got to believe me.
l wouldn't k*ll her. l couldn't.

l loved her and she loved me.

That's not true. He might think
she loved him, but she didn't.

She told me. He was...jealous.

All the time.

They fought constantly.

- Did you k*ll Lieutenant Tracy?
- No.

- Did you k*ll Sybo?
- No.

- Computer, verification scan.
- Subject relaying account,

though some statements subjective.

No physiological changes.

All right. l think you can step down now.

Sybo spoke of a hunger that never dies,

something that thrives
on fear, terror, death.

Maybe we're going about it
the wrong way.

Let's assume that Sybo was a sensitive.

That she did sense something evil.

Sensitivity of certain Argelian women
is a documented fact.

My poor Sybo's talent was genuine,
gentlemen.

What she told you was true.

All right, then.
What was it she said exactly?

Monstrous evil, ancient terror?

That devours all life and light.

She said some words
that made no sense.

Yes. Redjac, Beratis...

And er...Kesla.

- Obscure, meaningless words.
- To us, perhaps.

- But to the computer...
- Ah. Mr Spock, check them out.

Computer, linguistic bank.
Definition of following word.

Redjac.

Working. Negative finding.

There is no such word
in the linguistics bank?

Affirmative.

- Scan all other banks.
- Working.

Affirmative. A proper name.

- Define.
- Redjac. Source, Earth. 19th Century.

Language, English.

Nickname for mass m*rder*r of women.

Other Earth synonym, Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper?

But he lived hundreds of years ago.

A man couldn't survive
all these centuries.

Just before she d*ed,

my wife said,

"lt is a hunger that never dies."

- But all men die.
- Yes. All men die.

Jack the Ripper couldn't be alive
if he were a man.

Everything we've uncovered
points to Jack the Ripper,

which is an impossibility, isn't it?
Or is it?

Humans make up only a small
percentage of the life-forms we know of.

There are entities possessed of
extremely long life spans.

Virtually immortal.

We know that someone or...something

k*lled three women.

lf it's impossible for it to be human,
it has to be something driven to k*ll.

Sybo said it feeds on death.

ln the strict scientific sense, we all
feed on death. Even vegetarians.

But he said more than that.
Not just death but fear.

Which would support the proposition
that the m*rder*r was not human.

Deriving sustenance from emotion
is not unknown in the galaxy.

Fear is among the strongest
and most violent of the emotions.

Surely, Prefect,
this has gone far enough.

Someone has k*lled three women. We
have the prime suspect in our hands.

Are we gonna let him go
and start chasing ghosts?

No, Mr Hengist, not ghosts.
Possibly not human but not ghosts.

Spock, check out the possibilities.

Computer, digest log recordings
for past five minutes.

Correlate hypotheses.
Compare with life-forms.

Question - could such an entity
within discussed limits

exist in this galaxy?

The drella of Alpha Carinae V derives
nourishment from the emotion of love.

There is sufficient precedent
for existence of creature,

nature unknown, which could exist
on emotion of fear.

Computer, extrapolate most likely
composition of such an entity.

Working to meet
with specified requirement.

Entity would exist without form
in conventional sense.

Most probable mass of energy, a highly
cohesive, electromagnetic field.

Computer.

Could the described entity
assume physical form?

Affirmative. Precedent - mellitus,
cloud creature of Alpha Majoris l.

Fairy tales, ghosts and goblins.

No. l've seen the mellitus myself.

ln its natural state, it's gaseous.

When it's at rest, it's solid.

Mr Spock. Let's assume
the existence of this creature.

l point out that Jack the Ripper
slew at will

in the most popular city
of old Earth and was never identified.

- Doesn't seem likely, does it?
- l suggest a hypnotic screen

which blinds all but the victim
to the presence of the k*ller.

- But is that possible?
- Extremely possible.

There are many examples in nature.

This is fantasy. We all know
the m*rder*r is sitting right here with us.

You're trying to cloud the issue.

l'm satisfied the course of this
investigation is valid enough.

Please be seated, Mr Hengist.

All right, Mr Spock. What do we have?

A creature without form,
that feeds on horror and fear,

that must assume a physical shape
to k*ll.

And l suspect preys on women
because they are more deeply terrified,

generating more sheer horror
than the male.

Computer. Criminological files.

Cases of unsolved mass murders
of women since Jack the Ripper.

Working. 1932. Shanghai, China, Earth.

Seven women knifed to death.

1974. Kiev, USSR, Earth.

Five women knifed to death.

2105, Martian Colonies.

Eight women knifed to death.

2156. Heliopolis, Alpha Eridani ll.

Ten women knifed to death.

There are additional examples.

Captain, those places are aligned
directly between Argelius and Earth.

Yes.

When man moved out into the galaxy,
that thing must have moved with him.

Computer, identify the proper names
Kesla and Beratis.

Working. Kesla - name given to
unidentified mass m*rder*r of women

on Planet Deneb ll.

Beratis - name given to unidentified
mass m*rder*r of women

on planet Rigel lV.

Additional data - murders on Rigel lV
occurred one solar year ago.

- You come from Rigel lV.
- Many people do. lt's not a crime.

No, but what we're investigating is.
Would you mind taking the stand?

- l will not.
- Mr Hengist.

Prefect, this has gone far enough.
l will not take the stand.

l can appreciate your position. You are
in charge of civil disturbances locally.

lf you are the guilty entity, what better
position from which to k*ll with impunity?

Just after you left Jarvis' house,
we discovered the Kn*fe was missing.

And you were unaccounted for
when Tracy was m*rder*d.

An entity which feeds on fear and terror

would find a perfect hunting ground
on Argelius, a planet without v*olence,

where the inhabitants
are as peaceful as sheep.

The entity would be as a hungry wolf
in that fold.

Gentlemen, l know something of the law.
This is sheer speculation.

Perhaps.

Mr Spock.

- The m*rder w*apon.
- Computer.

Report on analysis of Exhibit A.

Working. Exhibit A on visual.

Composition of blade - boridium.

Composition of handle - murinite.

Details of carving on handle conform to
folk art forms indicating place of origin.

Specify point of origin.

Artefact produced by hill people
of Argus River region, planet Rigel lV.

Now then, Mr Hengist...

- He's dead, Jim.
- But that's impossible.

Redjac, Redjac,
Redjac, Redjac, Redjac!

The computer will not respond
to controls.

The entity is controlling it.

And the computer controls the ship.

Redjac, Redjac, Redjac, Redjac!

Scotty, give me a hand.

- lt's no use. Circuits blocked.
- Audio cut-off.

Captain!

- What's happening?
- What does it mean?

lt means that thing can control the whole
ship, including the life-support systems.

- lt could k*ll us all?
- lt will try, but not immediately.

We know it feeds on fear and terror.
There are 440 humans aboard the ship.

lt will try to breed terror before it kills.

All hands, this is the captain.
Stay at your posts. Remain calm.

Captain out.

Bones. What's the sedative situation?

l've got some stuff
that would tranquillise an active volcano.

Good. Start distribution immediately.

The longer we can hold back that fear,
the longer we have to get that thing out.

Prefect, you'll all be safer here.

Mr Spock, come with me.

Don't you have a compulsory scan unit
in the computer?

But with the entity in control...

Aren't there mathematical
problems which cannot be solved?

lf we could focus the attention
of the computer on one of them...

Spock?

- Our friends learn very quickly.
- Too quickly. Bridge.

- Freefall.
- Out of control. Put it on manual.

Bridge.

That was due to be next.
Life-support malfunction.

- We don't have much time.
- lt wants terror, not just death.

Captain, the life-support system override
jammed.

- All right. Man your station.
- Aye, sir.

- You're wasting your time!
- Get that thing off.

You and all aboard your ship
are about to die!

Cut that thing off.

l've never heard a malfunction
thr*aten us.

Man your post. Prepare manual
overrides. You may need them.

Aye, sir.

Spock.

Normal environmental levels
have been restored.

lt will not last long. A few hours at best.

That should be enough time.
Let's get at it.

- What's going on, Captain?
- Never mind.

- Tranquilliser?
- Yes, sir.

Everyone including yourself.

You cannot stop me now, Captain.
lt'll do you no good.

l control all circuits.

You cannot silence me.
You cannot reach me.

Your manual overrides
are extremely limited in life.

Spock?

- Proceeding, but l will need time.
- Yes, l know.

Soon all control will be restored to me.

There is nothing you can do
to prevent it.

lf you destroy the ship,
you destroy yourself.

l am without ending.
l have existed from the dawn of time

and l shall live beyond its end.

ln the meantime, l shall feed,
and this time l do not need a Kn*fe.

You will all die horribly, in searing pain!

lt is attempting to generate terror.

l may cut off your oxygen
and suffocate you!

Captain? Whoever he is,
he sure talks gloomy.

Man your post. lf other systems go out,
switch to manual override.

Above all, don't be afraid.

With an armful of this stuff,
l wouldn't be afraid of a supernova.

- Ready.
- lmplement.

Computer, this is a Class-A
compulsory directive.

Compute to the last digit the value of pi.

No! No! No! No!

The value of pi is a transcendental
figure without resolution.

The computer will work on this problem
to the exclusion of all else

- until we order it to stop.
- That should keep it busy for a while.

The Argelians will be the first to panic.
Let's get to the briefing room.

l wonder who it is
we're not supposed to be afraid of.

Well, sir?

l doubt the computers will be inhabited
by more than a group of figures.

There is resistance,
but the directive is succeeding.

Bank after bank is turning to the problem.

lf you drive it out,
it'll go elsewhere.

- How are you doing?
- Almost finished. Just Jarvis and me.

Complete computer control, Captain.
The entity has fled.

Yes, but where to?

What would happen if that thing
entered a tranquillised body?

lt might take up knitting.
Nothing more violent.

Everyone's had a sh*t
but you and Jarvis?

And you and Mr Spock, Captain.

l'm willing take a chance on Spock.
Give yourself a sh*t, Doc.

- l think l ought to stay clear.
- Do as l say.

Extend your arm, Mr Jarvis.

No. l'll k*ll you all! Die! Make you suffer!

Everybody keep back.
l'll k*ll her. Keep back!

Be careful, you'll hurt someone with that.

You'll suffer! You...

- l'll k*ll all of you...
- Let's get him to the transporter room.

Die! Die! Die! Everybody die!

k*ll, k*ll, k*ll you all!

Deep space. Full power.
Widest angle of dispersion. Maintain.

Don't get excited. l'll do it.

You do it, Spock.

Everybody die.

You'll all suffer.

You didn't have to shove me.
l'd have gotten round to it.

Well, Jarvis is all right.

What did you do with that thing?
Send it back to the planet?

We beamed it out into open space
at the widest possible dispersion.

- That thing can't die.
- Possibly.

lts consciousness may continue,

consisting of billions of bits of energy
floating forever in space, powerless.

But it will die finally. You seem
very happy about the whole thing.

Why not? For a while, l didn't know
if l was innocent or guilty.

How long will it take
for this tranquilliser to wear off?

l don't know. Five or six hours.
l gave everyone a pretty big sh*t.

l can see that. For the next six hours,
we'll have the happiest crew in space.

We won't get much work done.

Captain,
since you came to Argelius to rest,

take advantage of the opportunity.

That's a splendid idea.

l know a cafe where the women are so...

- l know the place.
- Let's go see!

ln your condition? Don't be ridiculous.

This cafe has women that are so...

No, l guess not.

Alone?

Gentlemen...
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