Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

Saavik: Captain's log, stardate 8130.3.

Starship enterprise on training mission to gamma hydra,

section 14, coordinates 22-87-4.

Approaching neutral zone. All systems normal

- and functioning. - Leaving section 14 for section 15.

Stand by. Project parabolic course to avoid entering neutral zone.

Sulu: Aye, captain.

Course change projected.

Captain, I'm getting something on the distress channel.

On speakers.

Man: Imperative! This is the kobayashi maru, 19 periods out of altair vi.

We have struck a gra vitic mine and have lost all power.

Our hull is penetrated and we have sustained many casualties...

This is the starship enterprise. Your message is breaking up.

Can you give us your coordinates? Repeat, this is the starship...

Enterprise, our position is gamma hydra, section 10.

In the neutral zone.

Hull penetrated, life support systems failing.

Can you assist us, enterprise?

- Can you assist us? - Data on kobayashi mar...

Computer voice: Subject vessel is third class neutronic fuel carrier,

crew of 81, 300 passengers.

Damn.

Mr. Sulu? Plot an intercept course.

May I remind the captain that if a starship enters the zone...

I'm aware of my responsibilities, mister.

Sulu: Estimating two minutes to intercept.

Now entering the neutral zone.

Computer voice: Warning. We have entered neutral zone.

We are now in violation of treaty, captain.

Stand by, transporter room, ready to beam survivors aboard.

Captain! I've lost their signal.

Computer voice: Alert. Sensors indicate three klingon cruisers,

bearing 3-1-6 Mark 4.

- Closing fast. - Visual.

Battle stations. Activate shields.

Shields activated.

Inform the klingons we are on a rescue mission.

They're jamming all the frequencies, captain.

Computer voice: Klingons on attack course and closing.

We're over our heads. Mr. Squ, get us out of here.

I'll try, captain.

Computer voice: Alert. Klingon torpedoes activated.

- Alert. - Evasive action!

Engineering, damage report.

Sco tty on intercom: Main energizer hit, captain.

Engage auxiliary power. Prepare to return fire.

Shields collapsing, captain.

- Fire all phasers. - No power to the weapons, captain.

Scotty: Captain, it's no use. We 're dead in space.

Saavik: Activate escape pods. Send out the log buoy. All hands abandon ship.

- Repeat, all hands abandon ship. - Kirk: All right. Open her up.

- Any suggestions, admiral? - Kirk: Prayer, Mr. Saavik.

The klingons don't take prisoners.

Lights.

Man on pa: Motors on.

Captain?

Trainees, to the briefing room.

Woman on pa: Maintenance crew, report to bridge simulator.

Maintenance crew, report to bridge simulator.

- "Physician, heal thyself." - Is that all you've got to say?

- What about my performance? - I'm not a drama critic.

Well, Mr. Saavik, are you gonna stay with the sinking ship?

- Permission to speak candidly, sir? - Granted.

Saavik: I don't believe this was a fair test of my command abilities.

- And why not? - Because there was no way to win.

A no-win situation is a possibility every commander may face.

- Has that never occurred to you? - No, sir. It has not.

How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life,

wouldn't you say?

As I indicated, admiral, that thought had not occurred to me.

Well, now you have something new to think about. Carry on.

Woman on pa: Engineering cadets, assemble on c—level.

McCoy: Admiral.

Wouldn't it be easier to just put an experienced crew back on the ship?

Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, doctor.

Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Aren't you dead?

I assume you're loitering around here

to learn what efficiency rating I plan to give your cadets?

I am understandably curious.

They destroyed the simulator room and you with it.

The kobayashi maru scenario frequently wreaks havoc

with students and equipment.

As I recall, you took the test three times yourself.

Your final solution was, shall we say, unique.

It had the virtue of never having been tried.

By the way, thank you for this.

I know of your fondness for antiques.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."

- Message, Spock? - None that I'm conscious of.

Except, of course, happy birthday. Surely the best of times.

Woman on pa: Captain Spock, captain Spock,

space shuttle leaving in 15 minutes.

- Where are you off to now? - The enterprise.

I must check in before your inspection. And you?

Home.

Kirk: Why, bless me, doctor.

What beams you into this neck of the woods?

Beware romulans bearing gifts.

- Happy birthday, Jim. - Thanks.

Romulan ale. Why, bones, you know this is illegal.

I only use it for medicinal purposes.

I got a border ship that brings me in a case every now and then

across the neutral zone.

- Now, don't be a prig. - 2283.

Yeah, well, it takes this stuff a while to ferment.

Here, give me. Now, you open this one.

I'm almost afraid to. What is it?

Klingon aphrodisiacs?

No. More antiques for your collection.

Bones, this is charming.

They're 400 years old.

And you don't find many with the lenses still intact.

- What is it? - They're for your eyes.

For most patients your age, I generally recommend retinax v.

- I'm allergic to retinax. - Exactly. Cheers.

Cheers.

Happy birthday.

- I don't know what to say. - Well, you could say thank you.

Thank you.

Damn it, Jim, what the hell's the matter with you?

Other people have birthdays.

Why are we treating yours like a funeral?

- Bones, I don't want to be lectured. - What the hell do you want?

This is not about age and you know it.

It's about you flying a goddamn computer console

when you want to be out there hopping galaxies.

Spare me your notions of poetry, please.

- We all have our assigned duties. - Bull!

You're hiding, hiding behind rules and regulations.

- Who am I hiding from? - From yourself, admiral.

Don't mince words, bones. What do you really think?

Jim, I'm your doctor and I'm your friend.

Get back your command.

Get it back before you turn into part of this collection.

Before you really do grow old.

Cheko v: Starship log, stardate 8130.4.

Log entiy by first officer pavel Chekov.

Starship reliant on orbital approach to ceti Alpha vi

in connection with project Genesis.

We are continuing our search for a lifeless planet

to satisfy the requirement of a test site

for the Genesis experiment. So far, no success.

Standard orbit, please.

Mr. Beach, any change in the surface scan?

Negative. Limited atmosphere dominated by craylon gas, sand,

high-velocity winds. Incapable of supporting life forms.

Does it have to be completely lifeless?

Don't tell me you found something.

We've picked up a minor energy flux reading on one dynoscanner.

Damn. Are you sure? Maybe the scanner's out of adjustment.

I suppose it could be a particle of preanimate matter caught in the matrix.

All right. Get on the comm-pic to Dr. Marcus.

Aye, sir.

Maybe it's something we can transplant.

You know what she'll say.

Carol: Let me get this straight. Something you can transplant?

Cheko v: Yes, doctor.

Carol: Something you can transplant?

I don't know.

Terrell: But it may only be a particle of preanimate matter.

Then again, it may not. You boys have to be clear on this.

There can't be so much as a microbe, or the show's off.

Why don't you have a look?

But if it is something that can be moved, I want...

You bet, doctor. We're on our way.

Well, don't have kittens, Genesis is going to work.

They'll remember you in one breath with Newton, Einstein, surak!

Thanks a lot. No respect from my offspring.

Par for the course.

Are you teaming up with me for bridge after dinner?

Maybe. What is it?

Every time we have dealings with starfleet, I get nervous.

We are dealing with something that could be perverted

into a dreadful weapon.

Remember that overgrown boy scout you used to hang around with?

- That's exactly the kind of man... - Listen, kiddo.

Jim kirk was many things, but he was never a boy scout.

Man on radio: Captain Terrell, stand by to beam down.

Terrell on radio: Chekov, are you sure these are the correct coordinates?

Chekov on radio: Captain, this is the garden spot of ceti Alpha vi.

Terrell: I can barely see it.

Chekov: There's nothing here. The tricorder must be broken.

Terrell: Chekov, over here.

Those look like cargo carriers.

Hey, give me a hand.

What the hell happened?

If they crashed, then where's the rest of the ship?

What the hell is that?

Botany bay.

Botany bay?

Oh, no!

We've got to get out of here now. Damn.

- What about the tricorder? - Hurry. Never mind that. Hurry. Hurry!

Chekov, what's the matter with you? Chekov!

Chekov: Come on! Huriy!

Starship reliant to captain Terrell.

This is commander Kyle. Will you please respond, captain?

Captain Terrell. Respond, please.