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(The Captain is lying on his bed, staring at theceiling) KIRK [OC]: Personal log, stardate 3620.7. Have I the right tojeopardise my crew, my ship for a feeling I can't even put into words?No man achieves Starfleet command without relying on intuition, buthave I made a rational decision? Am I letting the horrors of the pastdistort my judgment of the present? MCCOY: Mind if I come in? (Kirk gets up and goes to his desk.) KIRK: Kirk to bridge. Scanning report. CHEKOV [OC]: Continued scanning, sir. No unusual readings. KIRK: Maintain search. Kirk out. It can't have just vanished. MCCOY: Sometimes they do, if we're lucky. Monsters come in many forms.You know the greatest monster of them all, Jim? Guilt. KIRK: Get to the point. MCCOY: Jim, When a young officer is exposed to unknown dangers for thefirst time, he's under tremendous emotional stress. Now we all knowthat. KIRK: Ensign Garrovick is a ship-command decision. You're straying outof your field, Doctor. (He returns to his bed.) MCCOY: Am I? I was speaking of Lieutenant James T. Kirk of the starshipFarragut. Eleven years ago, you were the young officerat the phaser station when something attacked. According to the tapes,this young Lieutenant Kirk insisted upon blaming himself. KIRK: Because I delayed in firing at it. MCCOY: You had a normal emotion. You were startled. You delayed firingfor a grand total of perhaps two seconds. KIRK: If I hadn't delayed, it would have been killed. MCCOY: The ship's exec didn't seem to think so. His log entry was quiteclear on the subject. Lieutenant Kirk is a fine young officer whoperformed with uncommon bravery. KIRK: Don't you understand? It killed two hundred crewmen. MCCOY: Captain Garrovick was very important to you, wasn't he, Jim? KIRK: Yes. He was my commanding officer from the day I left theAcademy. One of the finest men I ever knew. I could have killed thatthing if I'd fired soon enough the first time. MCCOY: You don't know that, Jim. You don't know that any more than youknow that Garrovick could have destroyed it. KIRK: I can't help how I feel. There's an intelligence about it, Bones.A malevolence. It's evil. It must be destroyed. MCCOY: To be so obsessed. KIRK: Obsessed? MCCOY: That you could destroy yourself, your career, a young boy whoreminds you of yourself eleven years ago. KIRK: Don't push our friendship past the point where I have to takeofficial MCCOY: I'm not, Jim. This is professional, Captain. I am preparing amedical log entry on my estimation of the physical and emotionalcondition of a starship captain. Which requires a witness of commandgrade. (McCoy goes to the door and opens it to admit Spock.) KIRK: Do I take it, Doctor, Commander, that both of you or either ofyou consider me unfit or incapacitated? SPOCK: Correctly phrased, Captain. As recommended in the manual. Ourreply, also as recommended, is, sir, we have noted in your recentbehaviour certain items, which, on the surface, seem unusual. Werespectfully ask permission to inquire further KIRK: Blast it! Forget the manual! Ask your questions. SPOCK: Sir, the USS Yorktown is waiting now at the rendezvous point. Itcarries perishable drugs KIRK: Skip the recitation, Spock. I know the facts. MCCOY: They need those vaccines on Theta Seven, Captain. Now why are wedelaying here? KIRK: Because I'm convinced that this is the same creature thatattacked the Farragut eleven years ago. SPOCK: Creature, Captain? KIRK: My report is on the tapes. As it attacked us eleven years ago, asI lost consciousness, I could feel the intelligence of the thing. Icould sense it thinking, planning. SPOCK: You say you could sense its intelligence, Captain? How did itcommunicate with you? MCCOY: You state that it happened just as you lost consciousness. Asemiconscious mind is a very tricky thing. A man never knows how muchis real or how much is imagination. KIRK: Whatever it is, Doctor, whatever it is, wouldn't you call itdeadly? MCCOY: Yes, there's no doubt about that. KIRK: And what if it is the same creature that attacked eleven yearsago from a planet over a thousand light years from here? SPOCK: Obviously, Captain, if it is an intelligent creature, if it isthe same one, if it therefore is capable of space travel,it could pose a great threat to inhabited planets. KIRK: A lot of ifs, I agree, but in my command judgment, they out weighother factors. Intuition, however illogical, Mister Spock,is recognized as a command prerogative. MCCOY: Jim, we're not trying to gang up on you. KIRK: And you haven't, Doctor. You've expressed the proper concern,you've asked the proper questions. You've both done your duty. Now mayI ask what medical log entry you intend to make? MCCOY: At this point, my medical log remains open. KIRK: In that case, gentlemen CHEKOV [OC]: Bridge to Captain. Come in. KIRK: Kirk here. CHEKOV: I have a reading on the whatever it is, Captain. Leaving theplanet surface, heading into space. KIRK: All decks, Red Alert. Red alert. Prepare to leave orbit.

(Garrovick takes the lid off his meal and throws itacross the room. It knocks the switch on his ventilation filter to'bypass'.) KIRK [OC]: Battle stations. All decks to battle stations. This is not adrill. All decks to battle stations. (Garrovick dashes out into the corridor.)

CHEKOV: It's coming to a full halt, sir.Magnification one. KIRK: Move in closely, Mister Chekov. Sublight one quarter speed. GARROVICK: Captain, request permission to return to my post. (He is totally ignored.) CHEKOV: Within phaser range, sir. KIRK: Lock all phasers on target. CHEKOV: Locked on target. KIRK: Fire phasers, Mister Chekov. (The beams of deadly light go straight through the cloud.)CHEKOV: Phasers ineffectual, sir. KIRK: Photon torpedoes. Minimum spread pattern. CHEKOV: Minimum pattern ready, sir. KIRK: Fire photon torpedoes. (The ship is rocked by the blasts at such close quarters.) UHURA: There. It's coming, sir. KIRK: Deflectors up. CHEKOV: Deflectors up, sir. SPOCK: The deflectors will not stop it, Captain. SCOTT: That's impossible. SPOCK: I should have surmised this. For the creature to be able to usegravity as a propulsive force, it would have to have this capacity. CHEKOV: Five seconds to contact. All hatches and vents secure. Alllights on the board show green. Sir! The number two impulse vent! wehave a red light! KIRK: (over Chekov's speech) Lieutenant Uhura, all decks (rest ofspeech lost under Chekov's increasing volume) SCOTT: Captain, something's entered through the number two impulsevent. KIRK: Negative pressure in all ship's vents. Alert all decks.

(Spock and Scott are at the controls with McCoywatching.) SPOCK: Reset. Energise. CHEKOV [OC]: All decks, stand by. Shock waves. (The ship is shaken, and still nothing appears on the transporter pad.)MCCOY: Do something. SPOCK: We are, Doctor. Cross-circuiting to A. SCOTT: Got them. A piece of them, anyway. SPOCK: Cross-circuiting to B. MCCOY: Crazy way to travel, spreading a man's molecules all over theuniverse. (Finally the swirly bits solidify into two men.) SCOTT: Captain, thank heaven. SPOCK: Mister Scott, there was no deity involved. It was mycross-circuiting to B that recovered them. MCCOY: Well then, thank pitchforks and pointed ears. As long as itworked, Jim. KIRK: That's a fair statement, Bones. Now that the creature is dead,let's save some lives. We'll deliver your medicine. Bridge, this isKirk. UHURA [OC]: Uhura here. KIRK: Have Mister Chekov lay in a course for a rendezvous with theYorktown, maximum warp. UHURA [OC]: Aye, sir. KIRK: Oh, Ensign, meet me in my quarters when you've cleaned up. I'dlike to talk to you about your father. Several tall stories I thinkyou'd like to hear. GARROVICK: Thank you, sir. I would. 1e1e36bf2d