Star Trek

- Check the circuit. - All operating, sir.

Can't be the screen, then.

Definitely something out there, Captain, headed this way.

Could be these meteoroids.

No. It's something else. There's still something out there.

Coming at speed of light. Collision course.

The meteoroid beam has not deflected it, Captain.

- Evasive maneuvers, sir? - Steady as we go.

It's a radio wave, sir.

We're passing through an old-style distress signal.

They were keyed to cause interference and attract attention this way.

A ship in trouble making a forced landing, sir.

- That's it. No other message. - I have a fix.

It comes from the Talos Star Group.

We've no ships or Earth colonies that far out.

Their call letters check with a survey expedition... S.S. Columbia.

Disappeared in that region approximately 18 years ago.

It would take that long for a radio beam to travel from there to here.

Records show the Talos group has never been explored.

Solar system similar to Earth. Eleven planets.

Number four seems to be Class "M"...

Oxygen atmosphere.

They could still be alive even after 18 years.

If they survived the crash.

We aren't going to go to be certain?

Not without any indication of survivors, no.

We'll continue on to the Vega Colony

and take care of our own sick and injured first.

You have the helm. Maintain present course.

Yes, sir.

Boyce here.

Stop by my cabin, Doctor.

What's that?

I didn't say there was anything wrong with me.

I understand we picked up a distress signal.

That's right.

Unless we get anything more positive on it,

it seems to me the condition of our own crew takes precedent.

I'd like to log the ship's doctor's opinion too.

Oh, I concur with yours, definitely.

Good. I'm glad you do

because we're going to stop first at the Vega Colony

and replace anybody who needs hospitalization

and also...

What in the devil are you putting in there, ice?

Who wants a warm martini?

What makes you think I need one?

Sometimes a man will tell his bartender

things he'll never tell his doctor.

What's been on your mind, Chris, the fight on Rigel VII?

Shouldn't it be?

My only yeoman and two others dead. Seven injured.

Was there anything you personally could have done to prevent it?

I should have smelled trouble when I saw the swords and the armor.

Instead, I let myself get trapped in that deserted fortress

and attacked by one of their warriors.

Chris, you set standards for yourself no one could meet.

You treat everyone on board like a human being except yourself.

Now you're tired, and you...

You bet I'm tired. You bet.

I'm tired of being responsible for 203 lives.

I'm tired of deciding which mission is too risky and which isn't,

and who's going on the landing party and who doesn't.

And who lives...

and who dies.

Well, I've had it, Phil.

To the point of finally taking my advice of rest leave?

To the point of considering resigning.

And do what?

Well, for one thing, go home.

Nice little town with 50 miles of parkland around it.

Remember I told you I had two horses?

We used to take some food and ride out all day.

That sounds exciting.

Ride out with a picnic lunch every day.

I said that's one place I might go,

or I'd go into business on Regulus or on the Orion Colony.

You, an Orion trader,

dealing in green animal women slaves?

The point is this isn't the only life available.

There's a whole galaxy of things to choose from.

Not for you.

A man either lives life as it happens to him,

meets it head on and licks it,

or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.

Now you're beginning to talk like a doctor, Bartender.

Take your choice.

We both get the same two kinds of customers...

The living and the dying.

Mister Spock here.

We're intercepting a follow-up message, sir.

There are crash survivors on Talos.

"Eleven survivors from crash.

"Gravity and oxygen within limits.

Food and water obtainable. But unless..."

The message faded at that point, sir.

Address inner craft.

System open.

This is the captain.

Our destination is the Talos Star Group.

Our time warp... factor seven.

Course computed and on the screen.

All decks have acknowledged, sir.

Engage.

On course, sir.

- Yeoman? - Yes, sir.

I thought I told you when I'm on the bridge...

That you wanted the reports by 0500.

It's 0500 now, sir.

Oh. I see.

Thank you.

She's replacing your former yeoman, sir.

No, she does a good job, all right.

It's just that I can't get used to having a woman on the bridge.

No offense, Lieutenant.

You're different, of course.

We've settled into orbit, sir.

Geological lab report complete, Captain.

- Preliminary lab survey ready, sir. - Spectrography?

Our readings shows an oxygen nitrogen atmosphere.

Heavy with inert elements, but well within safety limits.

- Gravity? - 0.9 of Earth.

Captain? Reflections, sir, from the planet's surface.

As I read it, they polarize out as rounded metal bits.

Could be parts of a spaceship hull.

Equip a landing party of six.

- You feel up to it? - Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, Number One. Little information on this planet.

We'll have to leave the ship's most experienced officer here covering it.

Of course, sir.

No indication of problems down there, but let's not take any chances.

Yes, sir. There's a canyon to the left.

We can set you down there completely unobserved.

Right.

Sir.

They're men.

They're humans.

Captain Christopher Pike. United Spaceship Enterprise.

Dr. Theodore Haskins. American Continent Institute.

Is Earth all right?

The same old Earth, and you'll see it very soon.

And you won't believe how fast you can get back.

The time barrier's been broken. Our new ships can...

This is Vina.

Her parents are dead. She was born almost as we crashed.

- Enterprise. - Landing party, come in.

We'll begin transporting the survivors

and their effects up to you very shortly.

Quarters are being prepared, sir.

Have I permission to send out scouting and scientific parties now?

That's affirmative on...

You appear to be healthy and intelligent, Captain.

Prime specimen.

I didn't get that last message, Captain.

Uh, affirmative on request.

Landing party out.

You must forgive her choice of words, Captain.

She's lived her whole life with a collection of aging scientists.

If they can spare you a moment,

I'd like to make my medical report.

I think it's time to show the captain our secret.

Their health is excellent, almost too good.

There's a reason for our condition,

but we've had some doubt if Earth is ready to learn the secret.

Let the girl show you. We'll accept your judgment.

You're tired, but don't worry.

You'll feel much better soon.

Don't you see it?

Here and here.

I don't understand.

You will. You're a perfect choice.

Captain!

- - Spock here.

Landing party, come in.

There is no survivors' encampment, Number One.

This is all some sort of trap.

We've lost the captain.

Do you read?

Can you hear me?

My name is Christopher Pike,

commander of the space vehicle Enterprise from the stellar group

at the other end of this galaxy.

Our intentions are peaceful.

Can you understand me?

It appears, Magistrate,

that the intelligence of the specimen is shockingly limited.

This is no surprise since his vessel was baited here so easily

with a simulated message.

As you can read in its thoughts,

it is only now beginning to suspect that the survivors and encampment

were a simple illusion we placed in their minds.

You're not speaking, yet I can hear you.

You will note the confusion as it reads our thought transmissions.

All right, then. Telepathy.

You can read my mind. I can read yours.

Now, unless you want my ship to consider capturing me

an unfriendly act...

You now see the primitive fear-threat reaction.

The specimen is about to boast of his strength,