All clear ahead, Captain.
The sensors indicate zero register.
Forward readings, Mr. Spock.
no significant change,
zero space density.
Ahead warp factor 3, Mr. Sulu.
Colony Beta 6 wants their supplies.
We'll get across this void in a hurry.
The word conjures up pictures of dunes,
Sunlight, palm trees.
We're 900 light-years from that kind of desert.
The precise meaning of the word desert
is a waterless, barren wasteland.
I fail to understand your romantic nostalgia
for such a place.
It 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.
is eight days distant.
Something, Mr. Spock?
I'm now getting a sizable
space displacement reading.
- Can you verify that, Navigator? - No, sir.
Forward sweeps are negative. 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--
We'll be passing close.
Inconceivable this body has gone unnoted on our records.
And yet, here it is.
No time to investigate.
gather data for computer banks.
Uhura, notify the Discovery
on subspace radio.
A strong interference on subspace, Captain.
The planet must be a natural radio source.
Let's get out of its range.
Veer 40 degrees to starboard, Mr. Sulu.
Mr. Spock, they're gone!
Full reverse power!
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.
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 now here.
No sign of human life on the surface, sir,
unless the instruments aren't functioning.
Function is normal.
Continue sensor sweeps.
have you checked all wave bands?
All of them. No response.
With due respect, sir,
to transport to the surface
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.
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-forms such as we know it
without oxygen and life-support systems.
Estimate survival time
of two unprotected individuals down there.
Not very long.
Send this, Lieutenant.
to signaler on planet surface.
[ Beeping ]
And I believe it's pronounced...
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, 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.
[ Uhura ] No more messages from below, sir,
but I've locked onto their original source.
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, Mr. Spock.
Where are your storms,Jaeger?
exactly the same as ours.
[ Communicator Beeps ]
DeSalle to Enterprise.
DeSalle to Enterprise.
It doesn't function.
We're cut off.
[ Communicator Beeps ]
Keep trying with yours.
[ Beacon Whistles ]
Something's blocking the beacon.
Got to find open ground.
In the name of heaven,
where are we?
[ Tricorder Sounds ]
There's no reading.
They're like waxworks figures.
[ Harpsichord Plays ]
I must say,
they make a perfectly exquisite
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're the captain of these brave lads.
My greetings and felicitations, Captain.
So good ofyou and your officers to, uh...
Who are you? Where do you come from?
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.
900 light-years from Earth.
It's what might be seen
through a viewing scope
if it were powerful enough.
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.
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 ofthe detail.
Just Squire Trelane now.
And you may call me squire.
Yes, I rather fancy that.
For what purpose...
have you imprisoned us here?
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's because we have no choice.
That's the official story, eh?
I must ask you to let us go back.
I wouldn't hear of it.
You shall join me in a repast.
I want to learn all about your feelings
on war, killing, and conquest.
Do you know
that you're one of the few predator species
that preys even on itself?
Put it on stun,
not to kill, DeSalle.
DeSalle, did you say?
Un vrai Francais?
My ancestry is French, yes.
Vive la gloire.
You know, I admire your Napoleon very much.
This is Mr. DeSalle,
Dr. McCoy, our medical officer,
Mr. Sulu, our helmsman,
and Carl Jaeger, meteorologist.
Welcome, good physicianer
and honorable sir.
Is he kidding?
Ein deutsch soldat, nein?
Ein, zwei, drei,
wirgehen vermittels schiessgewehr.
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.
Now, let me see.
How does this work?
This won't kill,
and this will.
Oh, how marvelous!
Why, this could kill millions.
Who will you start with,
Are we your next targets?
Oh, how absolutely typical of your species.
You don't understand some things,
so you become fearful.
Now, do let me anticipate
your next question.
You want to know how I've managed all ofthis.
meaning I and others,
to state the matter briefly,
perfected a system
by which matter can be transferred to energy
and back to matter again.
Like the Enterprise's transporter system.
Oh, a crude example
of an infinitely more sophisticated process.
we not only transport matter
from place to place,
but we can alter its shape...
This drawing room...
did you create it
by rearranging matter on this planet?
How did you manage--
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.
We're getting out of here.
You're being quite rude.
You can't go.
you need another demonstration
of my authority.
[ Coughing ]
Now, that's a sample
of the atmosphere of this planet
outside my kindly influence.
Now, you will behave yourself
here after, won't you?
Or I shall be very,
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 parties 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 or a freak of nature.
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.
If we find any, it may not be our people.
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?
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?
where could he possibly come from?
Who is this maniac?
Better say, what is he?
I monitored him,
and what I found was unbelievable.
Not in the way we define life.
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.
[ Laughs ]
I cannot wait to see them evolve.
we haven't planned--
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.
Our ship needs 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.
For how long?
Until this is over.
Until what is over?
Dear Captain, so many questions.
Make the most ofan uncertain future.
Enjoy yourself today.
may never come at all.
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.
Do you mean
that you actually have members of the fairer sex
among your crew?
Oh, how charming.
And they must be all very beautiful.
And I shall be so very gallant to them.
Here, let me fetch them down at once.
This game has gone on long enough.
Those are crucial operating personnel.
I can do anything I want.
[ Communicator Beeps ]
Captain, receiving a 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.
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 beamed up all life-forms in a given area.
Which means Trelane is not a life-form,
or he'd be beaming through now.
Prepare to warp out of here at once.
Oh, Captain, I was so worried.
Scotty, we're going to need
every ounce of your engines.
We're going to put 100 million miles
between us and that madman.
I'm quaking, but from laughter or terror?
What was it?
What was down there?
Well, it was a--
Oh, forget it.
Where are all your weapons, Captain?
Don't you display your weapons?
Don't fret, Captain.
I'm only a bit upset with you,
but this Mr. Spockyou mentioned,
the one responsible for that unseemly,
impudent act of taking you from me,
which is he?
Oh, surely not an officer.
Isn't quite human, is he?
My father is from the planet Vulcan.
And are its natives predatory?
But there have been exceptions.
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.
I have an absolutely enchanting sojourn
on Gothos planned for you all.
You shan't spoil it for me.
Anyway, the decor of my drawing room
is much more appropriate
Don't you agree?
But so much more fitting, honorable sir.
Oh, what primitive fury.
Why, he's the very soul of sublime savagery.
Trelane, let him go.
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.
Let's forget your bad manners.
Let's be full of merry talk
and sallies ofwit.
We have victuals to delight the palate
and brave company to delight the mind.
Ah, you've been, uh...
in your social duties, Captain.
You haven't introduced me
to the charming contingent of your crew.
But if you prefer,
you may address me
as the lonely squire of Gothos, dear ladies.
Lieutenant Uhura of Communications.
a Nubian prize.
Taken on one of your raids of conquest, no doubt, Captain.
She has the melting eyes
of the queen of Sheba,
the same lovely coloring.
Is this the face
that launched a thousand ships
and burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
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?
Well, I don't know if I like your tone.
It's most challenging.
That's 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.
The human half of you, no doubt.
my little wood nymph.
Won't you dance with your swain?
Give us some sprightly music, my dear girl.
Oh, I don't know how to play this.
Of course you do.
how far do we go along with this charade?
Until we can think our way out.
Meanwhile, we accept his hospitality.
You should taste his food.
Straw would taste better than his meat,
water a hundred times better than his brandy.
Nothing has any taste at all.
It may be unappetizing, Doctor,
but it is very logical.
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 ofthe Earth forms,
but none ofthe substance.
And if he's fallible,
he can't be all-powerful,
which means he has something helping him.
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 what we want--
the dashing warrior and his elegant lady.
it's part of his audience, his ego.
He never wanders from it.
Is it ego...
or something else?
You noted he never gets far from it.
I suppose it could be vanity.
No, no, Mr. Spock, that's not the reason.
What kind ofa 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.
It would 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.
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
ofan 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 just started.
Yes. I want you to leave my crew alone.
Don't dance with him.
Did it make you angry?
Don't accept his gifts, either.
I believe the dear captain's Jealous of me.
I don't care what you believe.
Keep your hands off her!
How curiously human, how wonderfully barbaric.
I've had enough of your attentions to her.
That's the root of the matter, isn't it?
You fight for the attention, admiration,
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.
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.
I never miss.
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.
Quite ready, sir.
We shall test each other's courage,
and then we shall see.
Let's get on with it.
As you will, sir.
Honor will be served, eh?
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...
And now, Captain, how do you have the expression?
My fate is in your hands.
You've ruined everything!
[ Communicator Beeps ]
Subspace interference is clearing.
Try to contact the ship.
The remarkable treachery of this species.
Go on, Trelane. Look at it.
Your power is blanked out.
You've earned my wrath.
Go back. Go back to your ship,
all of you,
You're all dead men--
you especially, Captain.
Everyone, we're getting out of here, and now.
This is the captain.
Commence beaming up-- maximum speed.
Set course for Colony Beta 6.
Full-power acceleration from orbit, Mr. Scott.
Full power, sir.
Emergency warp at the earliest possible moment,
Standing by to warp, sir.
Shall I make a full report to Spacefleet Command?
Not yet. They may trace our beam.
Wait until we're well out of range.
Can we know his range, Captain?
We can take an educated guess--
at the point we entered their solar system.
Still no sign of pursuit.
Instruments clear, sir.
May I take a moment to change?
Yes, I think you might.
Turn in your glass slippers.
The ball is over.
Hard to believe that it ever happened.
Captain, we're about to warp.
Large body ahead.
Hard to port, Mr. Sulu.
That was the planet Gothos, Captain.
Have we been going in circles?
No. All instruments show on-course.
With us as the mouse.
90 degrees to starboard, Mr. Sulu.
Now veering aftwards.
90 degrees subport, Mr. Sulu.
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.
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.
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 oftreason
against a superior authority,
and the attempt to foment insurrection."
How do you plead?
I haven't come to plead in your court, Trelane.
Anything you might say has already been taken down
in evidence against you.
I've come to get back my ship.
We've made you angry with our will to survive?
Then vent your anger on me alone.
I led the others.
I shot out your mirror machine.
Did you 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?
Just allow the Enterprise
to continue its journey.
Those people have done you no harm.
We're living beings, not playthings for your amusement.
Silence! This trial is over.
You are guilty.
On all counts, you are guilty.
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!
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 willsoon 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.
Ah, no matter.
Do you have a last request?
If you think I'm going to 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--
It's given you a bad habit.
You're not aware of it, but you have it.
You don't think, Trelane.
That's your problem.
You miss opportunities,
Iike 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 want to commit murder?
Go ahead, but where's the sport in a simple hanging?
the terror of murder,
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.
A human life--mine.
That's the idea.
Oh, then you approve?
you can do better than that.
There's still not enough sport
in 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?
It strikes me...
but you'll have to make it worth my while, Trelane.
Why not up the stakes?
While we're playing our game,
free my ship.
Let it continue on its way.
I'll give you a contest you'll remember.
Always back to your ship.
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.
At your convenience.
Enterprise, this is Kirk.
Can you hear me?
[ Static ]
Get the ship away as fast as you can.
I'll try and give you the time you need.
Can you hear me?
You must try harder, Captain.
This is too easy.
Enterprise, can you hear me?
Touche, Captain. Touche.
I must confess you scored first,
but after all, I never played this game before.
And now let's have at it again!
Ha ha ha!
You made a noble fight of it, Captain.
Remember, you promised to let my ship go.
But this is such sport.
I must fetch all the others back to play.
So this is victory.
It has a sweet taste.
on your knees!
You haven't won, Trelane.
I could run you through!
But you haven't won anything.
On your knees, Captain!
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've got a lot to learn about winning, Trelane.
You dare to defy me!
You've got a lot to learn about everything.
I'll fix you! You cheated!
You haven't played the game right.
I'll show you!
[ Woman's Voice ] Trelane!
You said I could have this planet.
[ Man's Voice ] This has gone far enough.
But you always stop me when I'm having fun.
You're disobedient and cruel.
We've told you before.
Time to come in now, Trelane.
I don't want to come in, and I won't.
I'm a general,
and I won't listen to you.
Enough, Trelane. Come along.
I didn't do anything wrong.
I was just playing.
We said come along.
But I haven't finished studying my predators yet.
This is not studying them.
If you cannot take proper care of your pets,
you cannot have them.
Aw, but I was winning. I was winning.
They're beings, Trelane.
They have spirit. They're superior.
No, no. You saw.
You'll grow up, Trelane.
Now come along.
Aw, but you said I could.
I never have any fun.
Stop that nonsense at once,
or you'll not be permitted to make any more planets.
Aw, but you saw.
I was winning.
I would have won...
I would have.
I would have.
I would have.
Captain, we regret
that the life paths of yourself and your companions
have been disturbed.
Who are you?
Who is Trelane?
You must forgive our child.
The fault is ours for indulging him too much.
He will be punished.
We would not have let him intercept you
had we realized your vulnerability.
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 ] Captain, we're receiving you.
Beam me up, Mr. Spock.
We're free to go.
Warping down, Captain.
Our warp factor--4.
Approach channels clear, Captain.
Colony Beta 6 clears us
for normal approach, sir.
Normal orbit approach procedures, Mr. Sulu.
Still thinking about Trelane, is that it?
For the record, 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.
It will make a strange entry in the library banks.
He was a very strange small boy.
He was probably doing things comparable
to the mischievous pranks you played
when you were a boy.
Mischievous pranks, Captain?
dipping little girls' curls in inkwells,
stealing apples from the neighbors' trees,
tying cans on--
I should have known better.
I shall be delighted, Captain.