Phaser banks standing by, sir.
Range, 43,000 and closing.
What do you read, Mr. Spock?
Configuration, unidentified.
Ion propulsion, high velocity,
though of a unique technology.
Any contact, Lieutenant?
Hailing on all frequencies.
All languages have been attempted.
No response.
Now using standard interstellar symbols.
Keep trying.
Aye, sir.
Magnification 10, Mr. Chekov.
Aye, sir.
38,000 and closing.
Well, Scotty?
It beats me. But isn't she a beauty?
Interesting design.
I've never seen anything like her.
And ion propulsion at that.
They could teach us a thing or two.
Life forms, Mr. Spock?
Humanoid or similar.
Low level of activity.
Life-support systems functioning.
Interior atmosphere.
Conventional nitrogen oxygen.
[Beep Beep Beep]
Instruments indicate a transferral beam
emanating from the area of the humanoid life form.
Directed at what?
The Enterprise bridge, Captain.
Security guard.
Security guard to the bridge.
I'm Captain James Kirk.
This is the star ship Enterprise.
Space -- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the star ship 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.
What happened?
Helm status, Mr. Sulu.
No change from last reading, sir.
Condition reports from all decks, Lieutenant.
Aye, sir.
Spock. Where's Spock?
Jim! Jim!
Yes, what is it?
Better come down to sickbay right now.
All right. On my way.
Deck Five, personnel, no damage.
Thank God.
Spock. What happened?
I found him.
Like this?
No, not like this.
What happened?
I don't know.
You've got him on complete life support.
Was he dead?
He was worse than dead.
What do you mean?
Jim --
Bones, what's the mystery?
His brain is gone.
It's been removed surgically.
How could he survive?
It's the greatest technical job I've ever seen.
Every nerve ending in the brain
must've been neatly sealed.
Nothing ripped, nothing torn,
no bleeding.
It's a medical miracle.
If his brain is missing ...
then Spock is dying.
That incredible Vulcan physique
hung on until the life-support cycle took over.
His body lives,
the autonomic functions continue ...
but there is no mind.
That girl.
What girl?
From that ship.
She took it.
I don't know why ...
or where ...
but she must've taken it.
Bones, how long can you keep him functioning?
I can't give you any guarantee.
That's not good enough.
If it happened to us, I'd say indefinitely.
But Vulcan physiology limits what I can do.
Spock's body is more dependent on that tremendous brain
for life support.
Then we'll take him with us.
Take him where?
In search of his brain, Doctor.
The moment we find it,
we'll restore it to his body, or we lose him.
Jim, where are you going to look
in this whole galaxy?
Where are you going to look for Spock's brain?
How are you going to find it?
I'll find it.
Even if you do, I can't restore it.
I don't have the medical technique.
It was taken out.
It can be put back in.
But I don't know how.
The thief that took it has the knowledge.
I'll force it out of her.
If you don't find it in 24 hours,
you better forget the whole thing, Jim.
You and Scotty ...
have Spock ready.
I've got it again. An ion trail.
Where does the trail lead?
System Sigma Draconis.
Lock on, Mr. Sulu.
Maximum speed.
Warp 6.
No question about the trail?
No mistake, sir.
Captain 's Log, Star date 5431.4.
for 15 hours and 20 minutes
we have been following the ion trail
of the spaceship that has Spock's brain.
Time left to us -- 8 hours and 40 minutes.
Captain, I've lost the trail.
All scanners, extreme sweep.
Aye, sir.
Nothing, sir.
No signal at all, Captain.
It's gone, sir. A sudden deaction shift.
We've lost her trail,
but she went into that system.
Put a schematic of Sigma Draconis on the screen.
Aye, Captain.
Read out, Mr. Chekov.
Sun, spectral type,
Gamma 9,
nine planets,
three of them, Class-M
possessing sapient life
according to reports and long-range scanning.
She was breathing our air.
She must've gone to one of them.
Show us the three Class-M planets.
The one on the left, number 3,
rates letter "B" on the industrial scale.
Earth equivalent approximately ...
Yes, sir.
Second planet Class-M, number 4,
rates letter "G."
Year 2030.
But that ship, Captain,
either it was many years ahead of us
or the most incredible design fluke in history.
Third Class-M planet, Mr. Chekov.
Number 6.
No sign of industrial development.
At last report, in a Glacial Age.
Sapient life plentiful,
but on a most primitive level.
As I understand it,
- there are three Class-M planets, - Yes, sir.
none of which is capable of launching an interstellar flight,
- No, sir. - yet one of them accomplished it.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you, Mr. Chekov.
Captain, I'm picking up high energy generation
on planet 6.
That's the primitive glaciated planet.
The source of it?
It could be natural --
volcanic activity, steam, any number of causes --
but it's very regular.
What do your surface readings show?
No sign of organized civilization.
Primitive humanoids picked up at irregular intervals.
With regular pulsations of generated energy?
I can't explain it, sir.
I can't afford to guess wrong.
I've got to choose the right planet to get there,
find the brain.
8 hours and 35 minutes.
Recommendations, Mr. Chekov.
Sigma Draconis 3.
It's closest. Heaviest population.
But a technological rating of only 3.
They couldn't put that ship we saw into space.
None of these planets could.
I say planet 4, Captain.
At least planet 4 is ahead of 3, technologically.
But advanced ion propulsion
is beyond even our capabilities.
It'd be a miracle if they developed it.
What would they want with his brain?
What would they want with Mr. Spock's brain?
Why do they want it?
Yes. Why would they want it?
8 hours and 34 minutes.
Planet 6 is glaciated, you say?
Several thousand years, at least.
Only the Tropical Zone is ice-free.
But the energy.
It's there.
It's real.
Yes, sir.
It doesn't make sense, but it's there.
Have the transporter room stand by.
I'm taking a landing party down to planet 6.
Aye, aye, sir.
A hunch, Captain?
A hunch, Mr. Sulu.
What if you guess wrong, Captain?
If I guess wrong, Mr. Spock is dead.
Spock will die.
Captain 's Log, Star date 4351.5.
We are beaming down to a primitive glaciated planet
in the Sigma Draconis star system.
Time left to us to find Spock's brain --
8 hours and 29 minutes.
Suit temperatures to 72.
Life-form readings, Mr. Spock --
Mr. Scott?
Widely spaced.
Humanoid, all right.
On the large side.
Watch out. We know their development is primitive.
Readout, Mr. Chekov.
No structures, Captain.
No mechanized objects that I can read.
No surface consumption, no generation of energy.
Atmosphere is perfectly all right, of course.
Temperature, a high maximum of 40.
You have a thick skin.
There's someone, something out there in the rocks.
Five of them. Humanoid, large.
Phasers on stun.
I want them conscious.
Fire only on my signal.
Flank out.
- Grrr! - Aah!
We mean you no harm.
We're not your enemies. We're your friends.
We only wish to talk to you.
You ...
are not the Others?
We come from a far place.
We are men.
Like yourselves.
You are small ...
Like the Others.
Who are the Others?
The givers of pain ...
and delight.
Do they live here with you?
No. They come.
They give pain and delight.
Do they come from the sky?
They are here.
You will see.
The Others will come for you.
They come ... for all like us.
Do they come for your women as well?
The female of your kind.
Your words say nothing.
Don't you have a mate?
A companion.
Will you take us where we can find the Others?
No one wants to find them.
We do. We want to find them.
Take us there, and we'll let you go.
Captain, 500 meters in that direction,
there's a foundation under the surface.
A huge one.
Registrations all over the place.
Yes, sir. Immensely old, completely buried.
But they were here once.
Somewhere down there is where the Others live.
Scotty, find a way down.
No! No! Do not go there!
It's all right.
No! No!
It's all right. Let him go.
What could the Others do to cause such terror?
What was that he said, "pain and delight"?
A peculiar mixture.
A dead and buried city
on a planet in a Glacial Age.
And the male humanoid who doesn't know
the meaning of the word female.
Over here, sir!
There's food in there and other stuff.
A storehouse for our muscular friends.
I don't think so -- Scotty.
Metal. Forged, tempered.
Our apish friends didn't make these.
What do you think?
It could be a warning device
to keep those creatures away from the food.
Or the food could be a lure set by the Others
to bring them in here.
The beam would be a signal.
And this cave, a trap.
If it traps the creatures for the Others, Captain,
won't it trap us, too?
Kirk to Enterprise.
Enterprise. Uhura here.
Have Dr. McCoy beam down immediately.
Mr. Chekov, you and the security team will remain here.
We'll be in constant contact with you.
Aye, sir.
All right, Bones.
Bring him along.
Keep him close to the right.
[Engines Start]
Call Chekov and tell him to send my stomach down.
It might be a long wait.
We may as well be comfortable.
Phasers on stun.
Captain, that power we picked up above,
we're getting closer.
A lot of it?
Enough to push this planet out of orbit.
What source?
Either a nuclear pile 100 miles across or ...
Or what?
ion power.
[Engines Stop]
We're slowing down.
Is she all right?
I'll have her talking in a minute.
You do not belong here.
You are not Morg.
Who's in charge? I wish to speak to him.
Him? What is him?
What have you done with Spock's brain?
You are not Morg or Eymorg.
I know nothing about a brain.
You're lying!
No change in reading. She doesn't know.
See what you can pick up on your communicator.
We don't want to hurt you.
What is this place?
This place is here.
Who are you?
I am Luma.
I am Eymorg.
You are not Eymorg. You are not Morg.
What are you?
Jim ...
it's no use.
You'll get nothing from her.
Hers is the mind of a child.
Captain, I've got something,
but I can't quite get a fix on it.
[Spock] Fascinating.
Activity without end, but with no volition.
Spock, is that you?
Captain? Captain Kirk?
Yes, Spock.
Captain, there is a definite pleasurable experience
connected with the hearing of your voice.
Where are you, Spock?
Is that you, Dr. McCoy,
and are you with the captain?
Where else would I be?
Mr. Spock, where are you?
Engineer Scott as well.
Unfortunately, I do not know where I am.
We'll get you, Spock. It won't be long.
A practical idea, Captain.
It seems unlikely that I shall be able to get to you.
There she is. That's the one.
What have you done with Spock's brain?
Captain 's Log, Star date 5431.6.
Immediately after making contact with Spock's brain,
Dr. McCoy, Engineer Scott, and myself
were taken prisoner inside a highly complex civilization
hundreds of meters below the surface of planet Sigma Draconis 7.
The primitive creature we encountered above
warned us about the givers of pain and delight
and the frightening consequences of being captured by them.
What are you?
Why are you here?
You have something to speak?
What have you done with Spock's brain?
We do not know Spock.
This is Spock.
You saw him on the ship.
You have his brain.
It must be restored to him immediately.
Ah, yes, brain.
You spoke to Luma also of brain,
but we do not understand.
I do not know about Luma,
but you were on the Enterprise.
I do not know these things.
You came to my ship!
We know only here below and here above.
This is our place.
You are not Morg. You are stranger.
I saw you on my ship!
Jim ...
she may not remember ... or even really know.
Disassociation could be complete.
It doesn't seem possible
she could have performed surgery on Spock.
No, it doesn't.
You hurt Luma.
It is not permitted again to hurt anyone.
We don't want to hurt anyone.
If you wish to return to your home, you may go.
We'll stay here and learn about you
and tell you of us.
Yes, for instance,
above it's cold and harsh.
And below, it's warm.
The air is fresh.
Aye. There's no sun, but there's light.
I wish to talk to those in charge.
In charge?
Yes, the organizers, the managers ...
the leader of your people.
I am leader.
There is no other.
That's impossible.
Who built the machines?
Who are the doctors?
Who controls this complex?
Yes, the Controller.
The Controller.
Who ... Who controls?
I would like to meet -- to see him.
No. It is not permitted. Never!
Controller is alone. Apart.
We serve Controller.
No other is permitted near.
We intend no harm.
You have come to destroy us.
No, no, no.
We just want to talk to somebody about Spock's brain.
Brain and brain!
What is brain?
It is Controller, is it not?
Yes, yes, in a way it is.
The human brain controls the individual's functions.
Bones ...
Scotty ...
Spock's brain controls ...
It's not possible.
Great ... leader.
Great leader!
We come from a far place
to learn from your Controller.
You lie! You know me. You have said that.
You came to take back the Controller.
He is our friend.
You must take us to him.
We beg you.
Soon it will be too late.
Do not take them, Kara.
Do not take them to the Controller!
They will be prevented.
You must take us --
I must learn what to do.
Come with me.
Keep them here.
Yes, mistress.
Ship 's Log. Lieutenant Sulu recording.
I am holding the Enterprise in orbit
about planet Sigma Draconis 7.
Captain Kirk's hunch that Spock's brain is on this planet
appears to be correct.
Ensign Chekov remains on the surface
to act as liaison
between the captain and the Enterprise.
I never felt anything like that.
Every nerve in my body was on fire.
I never believed the human organism could take such pain.
These are on to stay.
Must be a magnetic lock of some kind.
No wonder the Morgs are so obedient...
or terrified.
How is this place kept functioning
by the primitive minds we've met?
Those women could never have set up
anything as complex as this.
Why, that takes engineering genius.
But there's no sign of engineering genius in those women.
They were smart enough to invent these training devices.
What a way to maintain control over a man.
"Pain and delight," he said up above.
I'm sure you noticed the delight aspect.
Yes, I certainly did notice those delightful aspects.
But that, too,
was strictly under command of the women.
How does Spock's brain fit into this?
With a communicator,
we might be able to find out.
This fellow is keeping us from our property.
Isn't there a way to correct that situation?
Science might provide an answer.
It does, Captain.
Agreed, Doctor.
Science will triumph.
Come on, Scotty.
Bones, give them something to keep them out for a while.
Come on, Spock.
Spock, you were on this frequency, Spock.
Yes, Captain, lam still here.
Have you returned to the Enterprise?
We might be able to locate you,
if you gave us some idea of what they were using you for.
Is it medical?
I am not certain.
I seem to have a body which stretches into infinity.
Why, you have none.
Then what am l?
You are a disembodied brain.
It could explain much, Doctor.
My medulla oblongata is hard at work
apparently breathing,
apparently pumping blood,
apparently maintaining a normal physiologic temperature.
Spock, we don't have time for that.
Why are you endangering your lives by coming here?
We came to put you back.
Where are you?
Back where?
Back into your body.
We brought it along with us.
Thoughtful, Captain,
but probably impractical.
While I might trust the doctor
to remove a splinter or lance a boil,
I do not believe he has the knowledge to restore a brain.
Thank you.
No denigration intended, Dr. McCoy.
That skill does not yet exist in the galaxy.
The skill to remove it exists right here.
Restoring it must also be possible.
We've got to get to you now.
Captain, I appreciate the risks you're taking on my behalf,
but I must insist they are worthwhile
only if there's a reasonable chance for success.
How much time has elapsed since--
18 hours and 12 minutes.
Dr. McCoy must've told you That 24 hours
is the maximum my body can--
I told him.
That leaves us exactly 5 hours and 48 minutes, Spock.
It does seem too brief to develop such skills,
does it not?
Very brief.
That's why we must get to you immediately.
Beam us a signal to home in on.
Got it.
Oh, Spock, one question.
Yes, Captain.
We've got pain-giving devices attached to us.
Tell us how to get them off.
I shall give it top priority.
Captain, I have an answer for you.
It seems your pain bands are manually controlled.
The red button on a bracelet releases them.
I know that does not make much sense.
Oh, yes, it does, Spock.
Keep concentrating, Spock.
Keep concentrating, Spock.
Must be in there, Captain.
no pain.
Go away.
You must not take the Controller away.
We will all die!
The Controller is young and powerful.
How very flattering.
You will give life to my people for 10,000 years.
You'll find another Controller.
The old one is finished!
There is no other than this
and will not be another for 10,000 years.
Spock, you're in a black box tied in with light rays
into a complex control panel.
You say you're breathing,
pumping blood,
maintaining temperature?
Is it possible that you're recirculating air,
running heating plants,
purifying water?
Indeed, Captain.
That is unquestionably part of what lam doing.
He must stay!
He will not stay.
Now, you took his brain.
You will put it back.
How did you do it?
I do not know.
She couldn't, Jim.
Her mind is functioning on a very simple level.
Mental faculties here seem to be almost atrophied
because of non-use.
She was on the Enterprise.
How did you do it?
It was the old knowledge.
How do you get it?
I put upon my head the teacher.
What is the teacher?
The great teacher of all the ancient knowledge.
If I may explain, Captain,
she refers to the tape storehouse of knowledge
of the builders of this place.
I scanned it. A most impressive store.
How does it work? Show us.
I cannot.
You must tell us.
I cannot.
Only by command of the ancients may I understand.
How does it work? Show us!
We'll protect you.
It is a device with feeding circuits.
They lead into the mind of the priestess leader.
Its use is strictly predetermined by the builders.
No! Knowledge is forbidden!
I must not know the secret!
I'll be punished!
the Controller's explanation of the functioning of the teacher
is essentially correct.
However, he is giving no credit to me.
I provide the means whereby the knowledge is used.
Without me, Captain--
Without you there could be no delicate miracle
that kept Spock's brain alive.
Thank you, Doctor.
That was very gracious.
Yes. From the very first, I appreciated your ability.
Good, Captain Kirk.
Then you also appreciate that without the teacher,
I would not have the knowledge to use
that which you have thoughtfully provided.
That phaser is set to kill.
So it is.
That is the knowledge you have brought me.
Do not move.
If your weapon kills, it will kill you.
We didn't bring you the knowledge of killing.
If you continue, you'll kill Spock.
The Controller die?
The Controller will live for 10,000 years,
and we shall give him all our devotion.
But Spock will be dead.
His body's dying this minute.
Why do you not understand?
The need of my people for their Controller
is greater than your need for your friend.
No one may kill a man!
Not for any purpose. It cannot be condoned.
Do not!
I do not know killing. I do not wish to kill.
[ Groans ]
The commandment must be fulfilled.
You must help us.
When you came to the ship,
you had the knowledge.
Yet, when we came here, you didn't.
How long does the knowledge last?
Three of your hours.
That would be Just enough time.
If you had the knowledge,
could you restore what you've taken?
I would not.
You must help us.
You must restore with that knowledge
what you have taken.
You must put back what you have taken.
I will not betray my people.
The Controller will stay.
Jim, it worked for her.
It might work for me.
She is an alien.
The configurations of her brain are different.
It could cause irreparable damage to your human brain, Doctor.
I'm a surgeon already.
If I could learn these techniques,
I might be able to retain them.
Captain, you might lose the doctor that way.
He might,
but we're sure to lose you if I don't try.
I cannot allow you to jeopardize your life for me.
Spock, didn't you hear?
I might be able to retain and bring
these techniques to the world.
Jim, isn't it worth that risk?
Wouldn't you insist upon taking such a risk yourself?
Go ahead, Doctor.
Put the teacher on.
Of course.
Of course.
A child could do it.
A child could do it.
Captain's Log. Star date 5432.3.
Dr. McCoy is proceeding to restore Spock's brain.
Our problem--
we do not know how long
his increased surgical knowledge will stay with him.
Any additional attempt to use the teaching device is impossible.
It would kill my medical officer.
I haven't seen anything like it.
He's operating at warp speed.
I'd like a try at that teacher myself.
You will have him back,
and we will be destroyed.
No. You won't be destroyed.
You'll be without your Controller for the first time.
But you'll be much better off, I think.
We will die.
You will live and develop as you should have.
All this shouldn't have been done for you.
Now the women here below and the men here above will control together.
They will not help us without the pain.
There are other ways. You'll discover them.
You must move to the surface, you understand.
We will die above in the cold.
No, you won't.
You'll learn to build houses,
to keep warm, to work.
We'll help you for a while.
Humans have survived under worse conditions.
It's a matter of evolution.
You'll do fine.
Captain Kirk.
What is it?
He's forgetting.
I can't--I--
All the ganglia-- the nerves.
There are a million of them.
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Bones, you can't stop now.
I'm trying to thread a needle with a sledgehammer.
What am I supposed to do? I can't remember.
I don't remember.
No one can restore a brain.
You could.
A while ago, it was child's play.
Captain's Log : Supplemental.
Our race against time to save Spock's life may prove futile.
Dr. McCoy has lost the surgical knowledge
he obtained from the teacher.
He has been drawing on his own skills and surgical techniques
in an attempt to continue the operation,
but he is faltering and uncertain.
In a desperate hope that he can draw on Spock's brain for assistance,
I instructed Dr. McCoy to give priority
to connecting Spock's vocal chords.
He's dying, and I can't stop it.
Dr. McCoy...
If you will finish reconnecting my speech center,
I might be able to help.
Speech center.
Yes. That's correct.
One thing at a time.
that's better.
Now, Doctor, try the sonic separator.
Sonic separator.
Yes, I believe I already have some sensation of feeling.
Please stimulate the nerve endings
and observe the physical reactions,
one by one.
In each case, I shall tell you when the probe is correct.
You will then seal using the tri-laser connector.
Tri-laser connector.
Right forefinger.
Right elbow.
Very good, Doctor.
I'll never live this down--
this Vulcan telling me how to operate.
How do I know? I could have made a thousand mistakes.
Sealing nerve endings, Joining ganglia.
The fluid balance is correct, but...
I don't know.
Congratulations, Doctor, and thank you.
How do you feel, Spock?
On the whole, Captain, I believe I'm quite fit.
It's fascinating.
A remarkable example of a retrograde civilization.
At the peak, advanced beyond any of our capabilities
and now operating at this primitive level which you saw.
And it all began thousands of years ago
when a Glacial Age reoccurred.
This underground complex was developed for the women.
The men remained above.
And a male-female schism took place.
A fascinating cultural development of--
I knew it was wrong. I shouldn't have done it.
What's that?
I should have never reconnected his mouth.
Well, we took the risk, Doctor.
As I was saying,
a fascinating cultural development of the kind
which hasn't been seen in ages.
The last such occurrence took place on old Earth.
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