We have reached projected point three, Captain.
Adjust to new course 201, mark 15.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
How is she, Doc?
Small thanks to the Starfleet.
Now, Commissioner, you can't blame the Starfleet.
I should've received the proper inoculations ahead of time.
Sakuro's disease is extremely rare.
The chances of anyone contracting it
are literally billions to one.
I was sent to Epsilon Canaris 3
to prevent a war, Doctor.
Thanks to the inefficiency of the medical branch,
I've been forced to leave before my job was done.
Once we reach the Enterprise,
with its medical facilities,
we'll have you back in time for you to prevent that war.
How soon will we rendezvous with your ship?
In exactly 4 hours, 21 minutes, Commissioner.
Will you check your automatic scanner, please?
That's odd. I've never seen anything like that before.
Nor have I.
Heading directly toward us at warp speed.
Staying right with us.
Sensor readings, Mr. Spock.
Vaguely like a cloud of ionized hydrogen,
but with strong erratic electrical impulses.
We've got it.
Helm does not answer, Captain.
Neither do the pods.
Communications are dead.
Cut all power relays.
What's happening? I demand to know.
You know as much as we do.
Whatever that thing is outside,
he yanked us off course from the Enterprise.
Now on course 98, mark 12,
heading directly toward Gamma Canaris region.
We've got to get Miss Hedford to the Enterprise.
I know, but there's nothing I can do.
I insist you make your scheduled rendezvous.
We'll do what we can, when we can.
At the moment, we're helpless.
You might as well sit back
and enjoy the ride.
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 hasgone before.
Enterprise, this is the Galileo.
Come in, please, come in.
Enterprise, this is the Galileo.
Come in, please.
We're not transmitting.
some krypton, argon, neon,
temperature, 75 degrees Fahrenheit.
Practically identical to Earth atmosphere.
Gravity is similar to Earth.
Most unusual for its size.
The body seems to be iron and nickel.
More than an asteroid.
Like a small planetoid, I should say.
Possibly a remnant of a planet breakup.
Totally suitable for human life.
All right, we'll get out.
Bones, maintain full alert.
Commissioner, stay inside.
Just how long do I stay inside, Captain?
That's a very good question.
I wish I could answer it.
All right. Let's go.
Take a look around, Bones.
In fact, Captain,
I would say quite impossible.
Nothing wrong and nothing works.
Must be a reason.
Let's look a little further.
Jim, I just took a tricording sweep.
I got the same readings almost as Spock got
when we were pulled off course.
The ionized cloud.
I think so, only it reads on the surface with us.
It's in that direction, and it doesn't read solid.
It's more unstable, tenuous,
like a collection of gases.
Get a physiological reading on that, whatever it is.
Are you real?
I'm not imagining you, am I?
We're real enough.
You speak English.
From the Federation.
The F --
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm Cochrane. I've been marooned here.
If you only knew how good it is to see you.
And a woman.
Beautiful one at that.
I'm Captain James T. Kirk,
commanding the starship Enterprise.
This is my first officer Mr. Spock.
You're a Vulcan?
Chief Surgeon Leonard McCoy.
Oh, and excuse me,
Assistant Federation Commissioner Hedford.
You're food to a starving man.
All of you.
Hey, that's a nice ship.
Simple and clean.
Been trying to get her to go again?
Well, forget it. It won't work.
He's human, Jim.
Everything checks out perfectly.
We were forced off our course
and taken here by some force we couldn't identify.
Which seems to be on the surface of this body.
Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.
You say we'll be unable to repair the ship?
Not a chance. There's a damping field here.
Power systems don't work. Take my word for it.
You don't mind if we try?
Go right ahead. You got plenty of time.
What about you, Cochrane?
How did you get here?
Marooned, I told you.
We'll have lots of time to learn about each other.
I have a small place,
all the comforts of home.
I can even offer you a hot bath.
How perceptive of you to notice I needed one.
If you don't mind,
I'd like more than Just a statement
that you were marooned here.
It's a long way off.
That's why I'm so glad to see you.
I'll tell you everything you want to know,
but not here.
Your ship is sure a beauty.
Yes, she is.
You've been out of circulation quite a while.
The principles may be new to you.
Mr. Spock ...
why don't you explain our methods of propulsion
to Mr. Cochrane?
Talks a lot, but he doesn't say much.
I've noticed something else.
He looks familiar.
Now that you mention it, he does.
I can't quite place him, but ...
What about Miss Hedford?
No temperature yet,
but we got to get underway soon, Jim.
I guarantee you, it will develop.
What will we do?
Take Cochrane up on his offer.
You built this, Mr. Cochrane?
Yes. I had tools and supplies left over from my crash.
Not Earth, but it's livable.
I grow vegetables in the field.
Come on in.
All the comforts of home indeed, Mr. Cochrane.
Where'd you get the antiques?
What, you mean my instruments?
I imagine things have changed a lot since my crash.
Not that much.
Must you keep it so terribly hot in here?
Temperature's a constant 72 degrees.
Let me get you something cool to drink.
Do you feel hot?
I feel infuriated,
deeply put upon,
and absolutely outraged.
It was quite a hike here.
You're tired. Just take it easy.
I'll rest later, Doctor.
Yes, I know.
We're running out of time.
What was that?
Well, sometimes the light plays tricks on you.
You'd be surprised what I've imagined I've seen here sometimes.
We imagined nothing, Mr. Cochrane.
There was an entity out there.
I suspect it's the entity which brought us here.
There's nothing to explain.
You'll find I have a low tolerance level
where the safety of my people are concerned.
We find you here, where nobody has any business being.
We were hijacked and brought here.
I'm not requesting an explanation.
I'm demanding one.
It was the Companion.
That's what I call it.
As a matter of fact, I didn't crash here.
I was brought here in my disabled ship.
I was almost dead. The Companion saved my life.
You were injured?
I was dying, Mr. Spock.
You seem perfectly all right now.
What was the matter?
I was an old man.
You were what?
Well, I don't know how it did it,
but the Companion rejuvenated me,
made me young again, like I am now.
I prefer to reserve judgment
on that part of your story, sir.
Meanwhile, would you please explain
what this Companion of yours is?
I don't know what it is.
It exists, it lives,
and I can communicate with it.
That's a pretty far out story.
Mr. Cochrane ...
do you have a first name?
Zefram Cochrane ...
of Alpha Centuri ...
the discoverer of the space warp?
That's right, Captain.
But that's impossible.
Zefram Cochrane died 150 years ago.
The name of Zefram Cochrane
is revered throughout the known galaxy.
Planets were named after him.
Great universities, cities.
Isn't your story a little improbable?
It's true. I was 87 when I came here.
You say this ...Companion
found you and rejuvenated you?
What were you doing in space at 87?
I was tired, Captain.
I wanted to die in space, that's all.
True. His body was never found.
You're looking at it, Mr. Spock.
If so, you wear your age very well.
[Dr. McCoy] How do you feel?
Terrible. How should I feel?
You're running a temperature.
Perhaps you should lie down.
Please leave me alone.
It's the heat.
Try to relax.
it just started, the fever.
It's over 100, and it's climbing.
How long do we have?
A matter of hours.
Mr. Cochrane, you say you were brought here 150 years ago?
You don't look over 35.
I haven't aged. The Companion sees to that.
they date from the time indicated.
From your ship, Mr. Cochrane?
I cannibalized it.
The food, water, gardens, everything else,
the Companion gives me.
Apparently, it creates it out of the native elements.
You say you can communicate with it.
Perhaps you can find out what we're doing here.
I already know.
You wouldn't mind telling us?
You won't like it.
I already don't like it.
You're here to keep me company.
You mean you brought us here?
No. The Companion did.
I told it I'd die of loneliness.
I thought it would release me.
Instead, it brought you here.
We're not animals!
Oh, no! It's inhuman!
Spock, run additional tricorder readings.
Learn anything you can.
Find a weapon against this thing.
Do you intend to destroy it?
I intend to do whatever's necessary
to get us off this planet
and Commissioner Hedford to the hospital.
If the Companion's in the way,
then we push it out of the way. Clear?
Quite clear, Captain.
Very well. You have your orders.
Mr. Cochrane, if you left here,
what would happen to you?
I'd begin to age again -- normally.
Do you want to leave here?
Believe me, Captain, immortality consists largely of boredom.
What's it like out there in the galaxy?
We're on 1,000 planets and spreading out.
We cross fantastic distances,
and everything's alive, Cochrane.
We estimate there are millions of planets with intelligent life.
We haven't begun to map them. Interesting?
How would you like to sleep for 150 years
and wake up in a new world?
It's all out there waiting foryou.
We'll need your help to get away.
You've got it.
You seem to think this Companion of yours
can do almost anything.
I said it was very powerful.
Could it cure her?
I don't know.
How do you communicate with it?
It's on a nonverbal level.
We've got to try. We're helpless.
See if it can do something.
How do you do it?
I just sort of clear my mind, and it comes.
Bones, what do you make of that?
Almost a symbiosis of some kind,
sort of joining.
Exactly what I think.
Not exactly like a pet owner
speaking to a beloved animal, would you say?
It's more than that.
More like ...
Are you all right?
It drains me a little, but I'm all right.
The Companion can't do anything to help Miss Hedford.
If there's anything I can do to help, I will,
but we can expect nothing from the Companion.
Are you all right?
Quite all right, Doctor.
A most fascinating thing happened.
Apparently, the Companion imparted to me
a rather quaint, old-fashioned electric shock
of respectable voltage.
It attacked you?
Unquestionably, a large part of its substance
is simple electricity.
I'm not a scientist or a physicist, Mr. Spock,
but am I correct in assuming
that anything that generates electricity
can be shorted out?
Quite correct, Doctor.
Put this in the proximity of the Companion,
throw this switch,
and it will scramble every electrical impulse
the creature can produce.
It cannot fail.
It troubles you, Cochrane?
The Companion saved my life.
It's taken care of me all these years.
We've been very close
in a way that's hard to explain.
I suppose I even have an affection for it.
It's also keeping you prisoner.
I don't want it killed.
It may simply render it powerless.
But you don't know. You could kill it.
I won't stand for that.
We're getting out of here. Face up to it.
I'll do anything I have to to save our lives.
I suppose from your point of view, you're right.
We understand how you feel, Mr. Cochrane,
but it has to be done.
You want me to contact it?
What was it they used to call it,
the Judas goat?
There is some risk.
We don't know the extent of its powers.
Nor it ours.
You're killing them!
Stop it, please!
You're choking them! Let them go.
You're choking them!
You all right, Jim?
Yeah, we're all right.
Cochrane got it off of us.
I don't know whether he did us a favor or not.
What kind of talk is that?
How do you fight a thing like that?
I've got a ship up there,
responsibility for four lives here --
one of them dying because of me.
It isn't your fault.
I'm in command, Bones.
It makes it my fault.
How do you fight a thing like that?
Maybe you're a soldier so often
that you forget you're also trained to be a diplomat.
Why not try a carrot instead of a stick?
The universal translator on the shuttlecraft --
we can try that,
talk to that thing.
The translator's for use with more congruent life forms.
Immortality is boring.
Adjusting the translator
will give you something to do.
Get it here and get to work.
That thing's still out there.
Better go that way.
Yes, for the worse.
Lieutenant Commander Scott
recording in the absence of Captain Kirk.
A shuttlecraft bearing the captain,
the first officer,
Chief Surgeon McCoy,
and Assistant Federation Commissioner Hedford
is now definitely overdue
for a rendezvous with the Enterprise.
We are attempting to backtrack it.
Computer central reports that we're coming up on the coordinates
of the last-established position of the shuttlecraft.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Mr. Scott, bearing 310, mark 35 just cleared.
No antimatter residue.
Range -- maximum.
They'll have to pick it up.
If the shuttlecraft powered away,
but if it were just towed?
There would still be traces
of residual matter floating around.
Bearing 210, mark 40.
Strong particle concentration.
We're on it, Mr. Scott.
Lay on that course. Maintain scanning.
Course laid in, sir.
Particle density decreasing.
Steady as she goes, Mr. Sulu.
What do you think it means, Mr. Scott?
The shuttlecraft was on schedule
until it was near rendezvous.
Then something happened.
Well, I'd feel a lot better
if you were a little more definite.
It didn't wreck.
There was no debris.
There's no trace of expelled internal atmosphere,
no residual radioactivity.
Ah, it's ...
Something took over --
tractor beams maybe --
They dragged it away on the heading we're now on.
If there are no further traces,
how are we going to follow them?
We stay on this course,
see what comes up.
It's a big galaxy, Mr. Scott.
What's the theory behind this device?
There are certain universal ideas and concepts
common to all intelligent life.
This device instantaneously compares the frequency of brain-wave patterns,
selects those ideas and concepts it recognizes,
and then provides the necessary grammar.
Then it translates its findings into English.
You mean it speaks?
With a voice or the approximation
of whatever the creature is on the sending end.
Not 100% efficient, but nothing ever is.
Ready, Mr. Spock?
Quite ready, Captain.
call the Companion.
We wish to talk to you.
[Feminine Voice] How can we communicate?
My thoughts ...
you are hearing them.
This is interesting.
Feminine. No doubt about it.
The matter of gender
could change the entire situation.
I'm way ahead of you.
Then it is not a zookeeper.
It is wrong to keep us here against our will.
A man needs the company of his own kind,
or he will cease to exist.
He felt it to me.
One of us will cease to exist
if we don't get her to a place where we can care for her.
The man needs others of his species.
That is why you are here.
The man must continue.
try to understand.
It is the nature of our species to be free,
Just as it is your nature to stay here.
We will ... cease to exist
Your bodies have stopped
their peculiar degeneration.
There will be nothing to harm you.
You will continue,
and the man will continue.
This is necessary.
This is a marvelous opportunity to add to our knowledge.
Ask it about its nature, its history.
This isn't a classroom.
I'm trying to get us out of here.
It could tell us so much.
This isn't the time.
what you offer us is not continuation.
It is nonexistence.
We will cease to exist.
Even the man will cease to exist.
Your impulses are illogical.
This communication is useless.
The man must continue.
There fore, you will continue.
lt is necessary.
why did you build that translator with a feminine voice?
But I heard --
The idea of male and female are universal constants.
Without doubt, the Companion is female.
I don't understand.
A blind man could see it with a cane.
You're not a pet.
You're not a specimen kept in a cage.
You're a lover.
I'm a what?
Her attitude toward you is profoundly different
than when she contacts us.
Her appearance is soft, gentle.
Her voice is melodic, pleasing.
I do not totally understand the emotion,
but it obviously exists.
The Companion loves you.
Do you know what you're saying?
For all these years, I've let something as alien as that
crawl around inside me,
into my mind, my feelings.
It kept you alive.
It fed on me. It's disgusting.
There's nothing disgusting about it.
It's just another life form.
You get used to those things.
You're as bad as it is.
Your highly emotional reaction is most illogical.
Your relationship with the Companion
has for 150 years been emotionally satisfying,
and totally harmless.
It may indeed have been quite beneficial.
Is this what the future holds,
men who have no notion of decency or morality?
Maybe I'm 150 years out of style,
but I'm not going to be fodder
for any inhuman monster.
a totally parochial attitude.
Right here, Miss Hedford.
I heard him.
He was loved ...
and he resents it.
You just rest.
I --I don't want to die.
I've been -- been good at my job ...
I've never been loved.
Wh-What kind of life is that ...
not to be loved ...
never ... to have shown love?
And he runs away from love.
Ship 's Log, stardate 3220.3.
Lieutenant Commander Scott reporting
in lieu of the captain andthe first officer.
We are continuing our search
for the missing shuttlecraft.
Approaching what seems to be an asteroid belt, sir.
Scanners report approximately 7,000 bodies
of sizes running from types "A" to "N."
Approximately 34% of the bodies
of atmospherian types "H" to "M."
All right, then. We'll do it the hard way.
All sensors set for life form registration--
There are thousands of them out there
they could be on,
if they're on any of them at all.
Aye, that's right, Lieutenant.
and we'll look them over one by one.
Companion, do you love the man?
do not ...
Is he important to you,
more important than anything?
Is he ...
as though he were a part of you?
He is part of me.
The man must continue.
He will not continue.
He will cease to exist.
By your feeling for him,
you are condemning him
to an existence he will find unbearable.
He will cease to exist.
He does not age.
He remains forever.
You speak of his body.
I speak of his spirit.
Companion, inside the shelter,
a female of our species is dying.
She will not continue.
That is what will happen to the man
unless you release all of us.
do not understand.
Our species ...
can only survive ...
if we have obstacles to overcome.
take away all obstacles.
Without them to strengthen us,
we will weaken and die.
You regard the man only as a toy.
You amuse yourself with him.
You are wrong.
The man is the center of all things.
I care for him.
But you can't really love him.
You haven't the slightest knowledge of love,
the total union of two people.
You are the Companion. He is the man.
You are two different things.
You can't join.
You can't ...
You may keep him here forever ...
but you will always be separate ...
apart from him.
I were human ...
there can be ...
What did you hope to gain by that, Jim?
Try to convince her
of the hopelessness of it.
Love sometimes expresses it self in sacrifice.
I thought maybe if she loved him,
she'd let him go.
But she or it is inhuman, Captain.
You cannot expect her to react like a human.
It's useless. I know.
I don't understand it.
She's not sick at all.
Don't you understand? It's the Companion.
She's perfectly healthy.
Heart like a hammer.
Blood pressure normal.
This is medically impossible.
We are here.
Both of us --
those you knew as the Commissioner
and the Companion.
We are both here.
Companion, you do not have the power
to create life.
That is for the Maker of all things.
But Commissioner Hedford was dying.
That part of us
was too weak to hold on.
In a moment, there would have been no continuing.
Now we're together.
Then you are both here, in the one body?
We are one.
we frighten you.
We've never frightened you before.
This is loneliness.
Oh, what a bitter thing.
Oh, Zefram, it's so sad.
How do you bear it, this loneliness?
Spock, check out the shuttlecraft --
engine, communications, everything.
That will not be necessary, Captain.
Your vehicle will operate as before,
so will the communications device.
You're letting us go?
We could do nothing now to stop you.
You said we would not know love
because we were not human. Now we are human.
We'll know the change of days.
We will know death.
But to touch the hand of man,
nothing is as important.
You're very beautiful.
Part of me ...
Part does not.
But it pleases me.
I could explain ... many things.
Oh, let me walk, Zefram.
Let me feel the earth against my feet.
Let me feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
You beside me --
let me feel these things.
Go ahead, Cochrane.
We have a few things to do.
Mr. Scott, it's the captain.
Put him on.
Lock on to his coordinates.
Captain, this is Scotty. Are you all right?
Yes. Get a fix on us.
The helm is computing your position now.
Course 224, mark 12.
E.T.A. -- 57 minutes.
We'll be there in 57 minutes, sir.
Good. I'll continue transmitting.
Assume standard orbit when you arrive.
We'll transport up in the shuttlecraft.
What happened, Captain?
Interesting story, Scotty.
I can't tell you now because, quite frankly,
I don't know how it's going to end.
Everything will be an eye-opener to you.
There's a thousand planets out there,
a thousand races, and I'll show everything to you,
soon as I learn my way around again.
Maybe I can make up a little
for everything you've done for me.
I can't go with you, Zefram.
Of course you can. You have to.
My life emanates from this place.
If I should leave it
for more than a tiny march of days,
I'll cease to exist.
I must return, even as you must consume matter
to maintain your life.
You gave up everything to be human?
But even if you stay here, you'll eventually die.
The joy of this hour ...
I am pleased.
I can't just fly away and leave you here.
You must be free, Zefram Cochrane.
You saved my life ...
took care of me.
You loved me.
I never understood.
I do now.
We're locked in, Captain.
Standard orbit established.
Shuttlecraft bay standing by to receive you.
Stand by, Scotty.
The Enterprise is waiting, Mr. Cochrane.
I can't take her away from here.
If I do, she'll die.
If I leave her, she'll die of loneliness.
I owe everything to her.
I can't leave her. I love her.
Is that surprising?
Not coming from a human being.
You are, after all, essentially irrational.
Think it over, Mr. Cochrane.
There's a whole galaxy out there
waiting to honor you.
I have honors enough.
But you will age, both of you.
There will be no immortality.
You'll both grow old here ...
and finally die.
That's been happening to men and women for a long time.
I feel it's one of the pleasanter things about being human,
as long as you grow old together.
Are you sure?
There's plenty of water here.
The climate's good for growing things.
I might plant a fig tree.
A man's entitled to that, isn't he?
It isn't gratitude, Captain.
Now that I see her ...
touch her ...
I know that I love her.
We'll have a lot of years together.
They'll be happy ones.
All the best.
don't tell them about me.
Not a word, Mr. Cochrane.
Jim, what about that war on Epsilon Canaris 3?
Well, I'm sure the Federation
can find another woman somewhere
who'll stop that war.