Captain, we've reached the designated position
for scanning the coded directive.
We've both guessed right.
Negotiations with the Klingon Empire
are on the verge of breaking down.
Starfleet Command anticipates a surprise attack.
We are to proceed to Organia
and take whatever steps are necessary
to prevent the Klingons
from using it as a base.
Organia is the only Class-M planet
in the disputed area,
ideally located for use by either side.
Organia's description, Mr. Spock.
Inhabited by humanoids,
a very peaceful, friendly people
living on a primitive level.
Little of intrinsic value.
Approximately Class, D-minus
on Richter's scale of cultures.
Another Armenia, Belgium.
The weak innocents.
They're always located on the natural invasion routes.
The automatic deflector screen just popped on.
Phaser banks. Lock on. Return fire.
Maintain firing range.
100% dispersal pattern.
We've hit him, Captain. He's hurt.
Damage control, report to the first officer.
Captain, the other ship doesn't register.
Only drifting debris.
We got him.
All hands, maintain general alert.
Hold battle stations.
Damage report, Mr. Spock.
Minor, Captain. We were most fortunate.
Blast damage in decks 10 and 11 .
Minor buckling in the antimatter pods. Casualties light.
Maintain surveillance, Mr. Sulu.
No contact. He blew up.
We've been anticipating an attack.
What we've just experienced very nearly qualifies.
Yes. It would seem to be an unfriendly act.
Automatic all-points relay
from Starfleet Command, Captain. Code 1.
Well, there it is--
We didn't want it, but we've got it.
Curious how often you humans
manage to obtain that which you do not want.
We've still got a job to do--
denying Organia to the Klingons.
With the outbreak of hostilities,
that might not be easy.
Lay in a course for Organia, Mr. Sulu.
Aye, aye, sir.
Negotiating with the organians
will be time-consuming, Captain.
Time's one thing we'll have the least of.
We won't get it by talking about it.
The trigger's been pulled.
We have to get there before the hammer falls.
Ahead warp factor 7.
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.
Captain 's Log. : stardate 3198.4.
We have reached Organia
and established standard orbit.
No signs of hostile activities in this area.
Unit X-Y 75847 report a fleet of Klingon ships
in their sector, sir.
Unable to ascertain, sir.
Mr. Sulu, have the phaser crews
stand by their positions.
Full power deflector screens.
Mr. Spock and I
are going to the planet's surface.
You will be in command.
Your responsibility is to the Enterprise, not to us.
The Klingon fleet's in this quadrant.
We know that Organia will be a target.
If they should emerge --
We'll handle them, sir.
You will evaluate the situation.
If there's a fleet ofthem,
you'll get out of here.
But, Captain --
You'll get to safety and alert the fleet.
You will not attack alone.
Mr. Spock and I will be all right.
Mr. Spock, let's you and I
pay the Organians a visit.
You'd think they had people beaming down every day.
Yes. Curious lack of interest.
Notice the ruins in the distance, Captain.
Yes. A fortress, perhaps. A castle.
Whatever it is, it would seem to be inconsistent
with the reports we've been given on this culture.
You are our visitors. Welcome. Welcome.
I am Ayelborne.
I am Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise,
representing the United Federation of Planets.
This is my first officer Mr. Spock.
You're most welcome, my friend.
I would like to speak to someone in authority.
We...we don't have anybody in authority,
but I am the Chairman of the Council of Elders.
Perhaps I would do.
You people are in danger.
Is there someplace we can talk?
Oh, yes. Our council chambers are nearby. Please.
Captain, if you don't mind,
I should like to wander about the village
and make some studies.
Of course, my friend. Our village is yours.
Gentlemen, my government has informed me
that the Klingons are expected to move against your planet
with the objective of making it a base ofoperation
against the Federation.
My mission, frankly, is...
to keep them from doing it.
What you're saying is that we seem to have a choice
between dealing with you or your enemies.
No, sir. With the Federation, you have a choice.
You have none with the Klingons.
The Klingons are a military dictatorship.
War is their way of life.
Life under the Klingon rule would be very unpleasant.
We offer you protection.
We thank you for your altruistic offer, Captain,
but we really do not need your protection.
We are a simple people.
We have nothing that anybody could want.
You have this planet and its strategic location.
I assure you that if you don't take action to prevent it,
the Klingons will move against you
as surely as your sun rises.
We will help you build defenses, build facilities.
We have no defenses, Captain, nor are any needed.
I have seen what the Klingons do
to planets like yours.
They are organized into vast slave labor camps.
No freedoms whatsoever.
Your goods will be confiscated.
Hostages taken, killed.
Your leaders confined.
Be far better off on a penal planet.
Infinitely better off.
Captain, we see that your concern is genuine.
We are moved.
But again we assure you we are in absolutely no danger.
If anybody's in danger, you are.
That concerns us greatly.
It would be better
if you returned to your ship right away.
You keep insisting there's no danger.
I keep assuring you there is.
It is our way of life, Captain.
That's the first thing that would be lost!
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I'm a soldier, not a diplomat.
I can only tell you the truth.
If you'll excuse us, we will discuss your kind offer.
Captain, our information on these people and their culture
is not correct.
This is not a primitive society
making progress toward mechanization.
They are totally stagnant.
There is no evidence of any progress
as far back as my tricorder can register.
That doesn't seem likely.
Nevertheless, it is true.
For tens of thousands of years,
there has been absolutely no advancement,
no significant change in their physical environment.
This is a laboratory specimen of an arrested culture.
Thank you, Mr. Spock. that might be useful.
We have discussed your offer, Captain.
Our opinion is unchanged.
We are in no danger.
Thank you for your kind offer of assistance,
although we must decline it,
and we strongly recommend that you leave Organia
before you yourselves are endangered.
Gentlemen, I must get you to reconsider.
We can be of immense help to you.
In addition to military aid,
we can send you specialists, technicians.
We can show you how to feed a thousand people
where one was fed before.
We can help you build schools, educate the young
in the latest scientific skills.
Your public facilities are almost nonexistent.
We can help you remake your world,
end disease, hunger, hardship.
And all we ask in return
is that you let us help you.
Captain, I can see that you do not understand us.
Excuse me, sir. Kirk here.
A large number of Klingon vessels have just arrived.
[Kirk] Positive identification.
My screens are up.
I can't drop them to beam you aboard.
Mr. Sulu, follow your orders.
Get out of here. Contact the fleet.
Return if the odds are more equal. Kirk out.
You insisted there was no danger--
That is correct, Captain. There is no danger.
Eight space vehicles have assumed orbit around our planet.
They are activating their material transmission units.
Thank you, Trefayne.
Can you verify that?
Negative, Captain, but it seems a logical development.
Since it is too late for you to escape,
perhaps we should be protecting you.
If you had listened to me --
We must be sure you are not harmed.
Ayelborne, several hundred men
have appeared near the citadel.
They bring many weapons.
How does he know that?
Oh, our friend Trefayne is really quite intuitive.
Rest assured that what he says is absolutely correct.
So, we're stranded here
in the middle of a Klingon occupation army.
So it would seem.
Not a very pleasant prospect.
You have a gift for understatement, Mr. Spock.
It's not a very pleasant prospect at all.
Captain 's Log. : stardate 3201.7.
Mr. Spock and I are trapped on the planet Organia,
which is in the process of being occupied
by the forces of the Klingon Empire.
The Organians have provided us with native clothing
in the hopes we may be taken for Organians.
Captain, our phasers are gone.
Did you take them?
Yes, Captain. I took them.
I must ask you to return them.
I cannot do that.
You might be tempted to use violence,
and that we cannot permit.
You, Captain, will pass as an Organian,
and Mr. Spock...
Mr. Spock presents a problem.
He doesn't look like an Organian.
A Vulcan trader perhaps.
A dealer in kevoss and trilium.
Harmless to the Klingons.
They know that Vulcan is a Federation member.
Vulcan merchants are not uncommon, Captain.
It is a practical approach.
What about the rest ofyou?
We shall continue as before.
We have nothing to fear.
You have a lot to learn, sir.
And if I know the Klingons,
you'll be learning it the hard way.
This is the ruling council?
I am Ayelborne, temporary head ofthe council.
I bid you welcome.
No doubt you do.
I am Kor, military governor of Organia.
Who are you?
He is Barona, one ofour leading citizens.
And he has no tongue?
I have a tongue.
You will be taught how to use it.
Where is your smile?
The stupid, idiotic smile everyone else seems to be wearing.
Do you also have a tongue?
I am Spock, a dealer in kevoss and trilium.
You do not look like a storekeeper.
Take this man.
Vulcans are members ofthe Federation.
He may be a spy.
He's no spy.
Well...have we a ram among the sheep?
You object to us taking him?
He's done nothing. Nothing at all.
Coming from an Organian,
yours is practically an act of rebellion.
So you welcome me.
Do you also welcome me?
You're here. There's nothing I can do about it.
Good honest hatred.
However, it makes no difference
whether you welcome me or not.
I am here and will stay.
You are now subjects of the Klingon Empire.
You'll find there are many rules and regulations.
They will be posted.
Violation of the smallest of them
will be punished by death.
We shall obey your regulations, Commander.
You disapprove, Barona.
You need my approval?
I need your obedience.
Will I have it?
You seem to be in command.
I shall need a representative from among you.
Liaison between the forces of the occupation
and the civil population.
Smile and smile.
I don't trust men who smile too much.
You, Barona, you're the man.
Me? I don't want the job.
Have I asked whether or not you want it?
We Klingons have a reputation for ruthlessness.
You will find that it is deserved.
Should one Klingon soldier be killed,
a thousand Organians will die.
I will have order. Is that clear?
Commander, I assure you,
our people want nothing but peace.
We shall cause you no trouble.
I'm sure you will not.
Take the Vulcan to the examination room.
You, come with me.
I will familiarize you with your new duties.
What about Mr. Spock?
You are concerned.
He is my friend.
You have a poor choice of friends.
He will be examined.
If he is lying, he will die.
If he is telling the truth...
he will find that business has taken a turn for the worse.
You do not like to be pushed.
You may be a man I can deal with, Barona.
Come with me.
"From this day on,
no public assemblages of more than three people.
All publications to be cleared through this office."
Neighborhood controls will be established,
a somewhat lengthy list of crimes against the state.
You do not like them?
He is what he claims to be, commander--
a Vulcanian merchant named Spock.
His main concern seems to be
how he would carry out his business
under our occupation.
The usual --
a certain amount of apprehension regarding us.
His mind is remarkably disciplined.
You are sure?
I used force 4...
which is sufficient to break down any pretense.
Very well, Lieutenant.
Would you like to try our little truth finder?
I don't understand it.
It's a mind-sifter...
or mind ripper,
depending on how much force is used.
We can record every thought...
every bit of knowledge in a man's mind.
Of course, when that much force is used,
the mind is emptied...
permanently, I'm afraid.
What's left is more vegetable than human.
And you're proud of it.
It is a tool...
Somewhat drastic, but very efficient.
Are you sure you're all right?
But it was an interesting experience.
All right, Vulcan, you may go.
But you are an enemy alien.
You will be under our scrutiny at all times.
If I have to warn you...
Not necessary, Commander.
I understand you...
Return to your council, Barona.
You will receive our official notifications
as soon as they are published.
In the meantime...
keep the people in order.
It is your responsibility.
Or I will be killed.
That is exactly right.
You will be killed.
That mind-sifter can't be all the terror they think it is.
It should not be under estimated.
It reaches directly into the mind.
We Vulcans have certain mental --
certain disciplines which enable me to maintain a shield.
Without those disciplines, there would be no protection.
I'll try and avoid it.
Out of the way, Organian.
I'm sorry, sir. We did not notice you.
Next time, keep your eyes open,
or I'll shut them permanently.
Captain, I strongly suggest
we direct our energies toward the immediate problem --
accomplishing our mission here.
Did you really think I'd beat his head in?
I thought you might.
But we still have a job to do.
We'll receive no help from the Organians.
Eventually, they'll start resenting
how the Klingons run things.
If we could prove to them...
they could strike back
to keep the Klingons off balance.
Verbal persuasion seems to be ineffective.
Perhaps a more direct approach.
That's exactly what I had in mind.
Didn't I see something
that looked like a munitions dump
outside of Kor's headquarters?
I think it's time
we did a little simple and plain communicating. Tonight.
A very meritorious idea, Captain.
We're short of tools.
I'm certain the Klingons will provide whatever is necessary.
It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Spock.
O.K. so far.
With a delayed-action fuse.
These crates contain chemical explosives.
They should make a most satisfactory display.
You were right, Mr. Spock.
A most satisfactory display.
Of course we blew it up. Deliberately.
But that was violence.
You can fight back.
Instead of sheep, you can be wolves.
History is full of examples of civil populations
fighting back successfully
against a military dictatorship.
We may not destroy the Klingons,
but we can blow up their installations,
disrupt their communications,
make Organia useless to them.
Our fleet will eventually arrive.
Meanwhile, the battle is ours.
It can be a successful one.
Captain, I implore you
never to do such a thing again.
Are you afraid of retribution?
Does your personal freedom mean nothing to you?
How little you understand us, Captain.
I understand you don't have the backbone to fight
and protect your loved ones.
You speak of courage, gentlemen.
Does courage mean so little to you?
You speak of courage.
Obviously you don't know the difference
and fool hardiness.
Always it is the brave ones who die.
I hope you will continue to savor
the sweetness of your life.
You disgust me.
What'll you do with him, Commander?
What is always done with spies and saboteurs.
He will be killed
after he has had first-hand experience
of our mind scanner.
There's no need to use your machine, commander.
I'll tell you his name.
It is Captain James T. Kirk.
Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
A starship commander.
And his first officer?
I had hoped to meet you in battle, but...
For some reason, he feels he must destroy you,
Just as you feel you must destroy him.
That's going to be rather difficult now.
Isn't it, Captain?
What an admirable people.
Do you always betray your friends?
I didn't want you to harm him.
I'm sorry, Captain. It was for the best.
No harm will come of it.
I'm used to the idea of dying,
but I have no desire to die
for the likes of you.
I don't blame you, Captain.
Lock up the Vulcan.
Take the Captain to my office.
We'll have a talk
before I do what...
must be done.
Have a drink with me, Captain?
No, thank you.
I assure you, it isn't drugged.
With our mind scanner,
we have no need for such crude methods.
What do you want from me?
Oh, a very great deal,
but first I want to talk.
You think I'm going to sit here
and just talk with the enemy?
Either here, now, voluntarily,
or under our mind scanner.
The fact is, Captain,
I have a great admiration for your starfleet.
A remarkable instrument.
and I must confess
to a certain admiration for you.
I know, of course, that it was you
who destroyed our supplies last night.
Something was destroyed?
Nothing inconsequential, I hope.
They were quite important to us,
but they can be replaced.
You of the Federation,
you are much like us.
We're nothing like you.
We're a democratic body.
Come now. I'm not referring to minor ideological differences.
I mean that we are similar as a species.
Here we are on a planet of sheep,
and it is precisely that which makes us great.
And there's a universe to be taken.
It's a very large universe, Commander,
full of people who don't like the Klingons.
Then it shall be a matter
of testing each other's wills.
Survival must be earned, Captain.
Tell me about the dispersal of your starfleet.
Go climb a tree.
Hmm. I can get what I want
through our mind scanner,
but there would be very little
of your mind left, Captain.
I have no desire
to see you become a vegetable.
This friend of yours, the Vulcan.
He seems to have the ability
to block our scanner.
I think perhaps I will find out why.
I will have him dissected.
Your friend killed.
You a mental vegetable.
Not a pleasant prospect, Captain,
but it lies ahead for you
unless you tell me everything I want to know.
12 hours, Captain.
It will take a lot longer than that, commander.
Longer than that I will not wait.
I respect you, Captain, but...
this is war,
a game we Klingons play to win.
Take him to the cell with his friend.
And watch him closely.
It's no use, Jim.
There's no way out.
How much of the 12 hours do we have left?
6 hours, 43 minutes,
if the Klingons are punctual.
We can count on them being punctual.
Blowing that munitions dump wasn't enough.
We get out of here,
we've got to carry the attack directly to Kor.
they do not seem to understand.
Nevertheless, our orders still stand.
We've got to make some attempt
to neutralize the Klingon occupation.
We may not get the chance, Captain.
These walls are very thick.
And there are guards every few feet down the hall.
Oh, there you are, gentlemen.
I trust you're in good health?
Shall we go?
Your captors plan to do violence to you.
That we cannot permit.
I came to take you away.
You turned us over to them.
You expect us to trust you now?
Is there really a choice, Captain?
I offer you safety.
This is the first place they'll look.
They will not come here, Captain.
You turn us in, then get us out.
Are you waiting for a reward
so you can turn us in again?
How little you understand us, Captain.
Nor do we understand what happened to the guards.
Do not concern yourself about them.
What happened to them?
Why, nothing happened to them, Captain.
Nothing at all.
Don't you see I'm busy?
The two Federation prisoners-- they're gone.
You mean they've escaped?
No one was at fault.
10 guards were constantly on duty
watching the cell.
When they opened it to give them food,
they simply weren't there.
There was no way out.
If you're lying to me...
All right, Lieutenant.
Implement Special Occupation Order Number Four.
That's all you can do, smile?
You are free, Captain.
I want to know how I'm free and why.
There are questions I'd like to ask as well.
This idiotic placidity of yours,
your refusal to do anything to protect your selves...
We have already answered that question.
To us, violence is unthinkable.
Attention all Organians. Attention.
This is Commander Kor.
The two Federation prisoners have escaped,
obviously with outside aid.
They will be returned immediately.
So that you will know we mean what we say...
Those are Klingon phasers.
Take the door. Get down, gentlemen.
In the courtyard of my headquarters...
200 Organians have just been killed.
200 of them.
In 2 hours, 200 more will die
and 200 more after that
until the two Federation spies
are turned over to us.
This is the order of Kor.
Did you hear them?
Yes, of course, Captain.
But nothing has changed.
Well, Mr. Spock...
It seems it's up to you and me.
It would appear so, Captain.
The Federation has invested much money in our training.
They're due for a small return.
We have two hours with which to do it in.
Only two. More Organians will die.
No more will die on account of us.
Where are those phasers?
I can't tell you.
You've told us you hate violence.
Unless you tell me where those phasers are,
you'll have more violence
than you know what to do with.
You mean you would actually use force?
It's entirely up to you.
Ayelborne, perhaps you'd better let him have what he wants.
Very well. But it will do you no good.
They're in that cabinet.
Gentlemen, I have no great love foryou,
Mr. Spock and I are going to go out there
and quite probably die
in an attempt to show you
that there are some things worth dying for.
There are only two of you against an army.
Don't you realize
that what you intend to do will be hopeless?
Come on, Mr. Spock, let's get out of here.
Yes, but so foolish.
Of course we cannot allow it.
To stop them is very bad.
If it's necessary, they may harm one another.
They will wait until darkness.
Terrible, inconceivable, savage.
We will wait.
Mr. Spock, can we get those two guards?
What are the odds on our getting out of here?
Difficult to be precise, Captain.
I should say approximately 7,824.7-to-1.
Difficult to be precise?
That's a pretty close approximation.
I endeavor to be accurate.
You do quite well.
Set your phaser on stun.
We're after the top dog,
not the members of the pack.
But if the situation calls for it, we kill.
I'll take the one on the left.
It has begun.
It will be hard.
No results, Commander.
I cannot understand these people.
They know what death is, don't they?
They do not seem to be worried about anything.
Bad enough to be a military governor.
But to govern a population of sheep?
Very well, Lieutenant, round up 200 more.
Fools! Will I have to kill them all?
If you don't tell me what I want to know,
I'll kill you here and now, is that clear?
Yes, that's clear.
Is Kor's office down there?
What about the hostages?
I am to gather 200 more.
To be killed?
Well, what are the odds now?
Less than 7,000-to-1, Captain.
It's remarkable we've gotten this far.
Less than 7,000-to-1 .
Well...getting better. Getting better.
Just stay where you are, Commander.
You have done well to get this far through my guards.
I believe you'll find that several of them
are no longer in perfect operating condition.
you are here.
You will be interested in knowing
that a Federation fleet is on its way here
at the moment.
Our fleet is preparing to meet them.
Shall we wait and see the results
before you, uh... kill me?
I don't intend to kill you unless I have to.
the emotions of peace...
your weakness, Captain Kirk.
The Klingon Empire shall win.
Think of it,
as we sit here, in space above us,
the destiny of the galaxy will be decided
for the next 10,000 years.
Can I offer you a drink?
We can toast the victory of the Klingon fleet.
You may be premature.
There are many possibilities.
Today we conquer.
Though if some day we are defeated,
well, war has its fortunes
good and bad.
Do you know why we are so strong?
Because we are a unit.
Each of us is part of the greater whole,
always under surveillance.
Even a commander like myself.
Always under surveillance, Captain.
If you will note.
Come on, Spock! Back!
- Aah! - Aah!
What is it, Spock?
Inexplicable, Captain. Extreme heat.
The weapons and the bodies.
We are terribly sorry
to be forced to interfere, gentlemen,
but we cannot permit you to harm yourselves.
What are you talking about?
We have put a stop to your violence.
You...are stopping this? You?
All instruments of violence on this planet
now radiate a temperature of 350 degrees.
They are inoperative.
The same conditions exist on both the starfleets.
There will be no battle.
I suggest you contact them.
You, too, Captain.
Your ship is now within range of your communications device.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.
I--I can't explain it.
We were just closing in on the Klingon fleet
when every control on our ship
became too hot to handle.
Our power is gone.
Our phaser banks are dead.
Stand by, Sulu.
What have you done?
As I stand here,
I also stand upon
the home planet of the Klingon Empire
and the home planet of your Federation, Captain.
I'm putting a stop to this insane war.
You're talking nonsense.
It is being done.
You can'tjust stop the fleet.
What gives you the right?
You can't interfere.
What happens in space is not your business.
Unless both sides agree
to an immediate cessation of hostilities,
all your armed forces, wherever they may be,
will be immediately immobilized.
We have legitimate grievances against the Klingons.
They've invaded our territory, killed our citizens.
They're openly aggressive.
that they'll take over half the galaxy.
Why not? We're the stronger!
You've hemmed us in! You've asked for war!
You issued the ultimatum
to withdraw from the disputed areas!
They're not disputed! They're clearly ours.
And now you step in with some kind of trick.
It is no trick, Commander.
We have simply put an end to your war.
All your military forces, wherever they are,
are now completely paralyzed.
We find interference in other people's affairs...
But you gentlemen have given us no choice.
You should be on our side.
200 hostages killed.
No one has been killed, Captain.
No one has died here in uncounted thousands of years.
You are liars.
You are meddling in things
that are none of your business.
Even if you have some...
power that we don't understand...
you have no right to dictate to our Federation --
Or our empire!
How to handle
our interstellar relations!
We have the right --
To wage war, Captain?
To kill millions of innocent people?
To destroy life on a planetary scale?
Is that what you're defending?
Well, no one wants war...
but there are proper channels.
People have a right to handle their own affairs.
Eventually, we will...
Oh, eventually, you will have peace,
but only after millions of people have died.
It is true that in the future,
you and the Klingons will become fast friends.
You will work together.
Your emotions are most discordant.
We do not wish to seem inhospitable,
but, gentlemen, you must leave.
Yes. Please leave us.
The mere presence of beings like yourselves
is intensely painful to us.
What do you mean,
"Beings like yourselves?"
Millions of years ago, Captain...
we were humanoid, like yourselves,
but we have developed beyond the need of physical bodies.
That of us which you see
is mere appearance...
for your sake.
Captain, it's a trick.
We can handle them. I have an army.
not life as we know it at all.
But what about this planet?
The fields, the buildings, this citadel?
Conventionalizations, I should say...
useless to the Organians,
created so that visitors, such as ourselves,
could have conventional points of reference.
But is all of this possible?
We have seen it with our own eyes.
I should say the Organians are as far above us
on the evolutionary scale...
as we are above the amoeba.
I guess that takes care of the war.
Obviously, the Organians aren't going to let us fight.
A shame, Captain.
It would have been glorious.
You've been most restrained since we left Organia.
I was furious with the Organians
for stopping a war I didn't want.
We think of ourselves
as the most powerful beings in the universe.
It's unsettling to discover that we're wrong.
it took millions of years for the Organians
to evolve into what they are.
Even the gods did not spring into being overnight.
You and I have no reason to be embarrassed.
We did, after all, beat the odds.
Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Spock,
We didn't beat the odds. We didn't have a chance.
The Organians raided the game.