Star Trek Beyond

Kirk: My name is captain James tiberius kirk

of the united federation of planets.

I am appearing before you as a neutral representative

of the fibonan republic.

I bring you a message of goodwill

and present to you esteemed members of the teenaxi delegation,

a gift from the fibonan high council with the highest regard.

What's wrong with it?

Uh, excuse me?

Why don't they want it any more?

Uh, well, this was once a piece of an ancient weapon,

and now they offer it as a symbol of...

Of peace.

In the fibonan culture,

to surrender a weapon is an offer of truce.

How did they come by it?

They told me they acquired it a long time ago.

So they stole it, then.

No, they, um... well, I don't know.

You don't know the fibonans like we do!

Yeah, that's very true. Your excellency, this gift...

They're a crowd of untrustworthy thieves

who want to see us murdered in our own beds!

This beloved artefact is a symbol of trust and peace.

They want to chop us into pieces and roast us over a fire!

No, no... I don't think that's true.

And eat us! (Whining)

What?

Scotty! Get me out of here!

- Scotty: That was quick. - Scotty!

There's quite a bit of surface interference, sir.

Scotty!

Man: Get it off of me!

Kirk: (Exhales) I ripped my shirt again.

How'd it go?

Captain, did you manage to broker a treaty with the teenaxi?

Uh... let's just say I came up short.

Will you, uh, log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you.

Jim, you look like crap.

Thank you, bones.

You got that little vein popping out of your temple again. You okay?

Never better! Just another day in the fleet.

Kirk: Captain's log, stardate 2263.2.

Today is our 966th day in deep space,

a little under three years into our five-year mission.

The more time we spend out here,

the harder it is to tell where one day ends

and the next one begins.

It can be a challenge to feel grounded when even gravity is artificial.

But, well, we do what we can to make it feel like home.

The crew, as always, continues to act admirably

despite the rigours of our extended stay here in outer space.

And the personal sacrifices they have made.

We continue to search for new life forms

in order to establish firm diplomatic ties.

Our extended time in uncharted territory

has stretched the ship's mechanical capacities.

But fortunately our engineering department,

led by Mr. Scott, is more than up to the job.

The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has

definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics.

Some experiences for the better,

and some for the worse.

As for me, things have started to feel a little episodic.

The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering

what it is we 're trying to accomplish.

If the universe is truly endless,

then are we not striving for something forever out of reach?

The enterprise is scheduled for a reprovisioning stop at yorktown,

the federation's newest and most advanced starbase.

Perhaps a break from routine will offer up some respite

from the mysteries of the unknown.

Sorry I'm late.

Keenser's leaking some kind of highly acidic green goo,

and Scotty's terrified he's gonna sneeze on the warp core

- and kill us all. - (Chuckles)

What the hell are you drinking?

Uh, I'm pretty sure it's the rest of that saurian Brandy

we picked up on thasus.

My god, man, are you trying to go blind?

That stuff's illegal.

Besides, I found this in Chekov's locker.

- Wow. - Right?

I mean, I always assumed he'd be

- a vodka man. - A vodka guy, exactly.

I wanted to have something appropriate for your birthday.

Uh, that's in a couple days. You know I don't care about that.

I know. I know you don't like celebrating it on the day

because it's also the day your pa bit the dust.

I was being sensitive.

Did they teach you about bedside manner in medical school?

It's just your southern charm.

- Oh, yeah. That's good. - Ooh.

- Lordy! - (Laughs)

Are you gonna call your mom?

Yeah, of course. I'll call her on the day.

I'm one year older.

Yep, that's usually how it works.

A year older than he ever got to be.

He joined starfleet because he...

He believed in it.

I joined on a dare.

You joined to see if you could live up to him.

Uh, you spent all this time trying to be George kirk

and now you're wondering just what it means to be Jim.

Why you're out here.

To perfect eyesight and a full head of hair.

Kirk here.

Sulu: Captain, approaching yorktown base.

I'm on my way, Mr. Sulu.

Let's keep this birthday thing under wraps, huh?

Yeah, you know me. Mr. Sensitive.

Chekov: Wow. That is impressive.

Aye, she's a beauty, isn't she?

What a damn monstrosity!

Couldn't we just rent some space on a planet?

Showing geographical favouritism among inducted federation worlds

could cause diplomatic tension.

Oh, you don't think that looks tense?

Looks like a damn snow globe in space just waiting to break!

Oh, that's the spirit, bones.

Spock!

Do you have a moment?

Of course, nyota.

I think you should have this back.

After all, it belonged to your mother.

It's not in the vulcan custom

to receive again that which was given as a gift.

You guys break up?

What'd you do?

A typically reductive inquiry, doctor.

You know, Spock, if an earth girl says, uh, "it's me, not you,"

- it's definitely you. - (Pats shoulder)

Excuse me. Commander Spock?

May we have a moment of your time?

Chekov: This is wonderful! You know I've never been here?

What I hear is that the bars here are excellent.

Sulu: I'm so glad you guys could come.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Live long and prosper.

Vulcan ambassador: Live long and prosper.

Alien tech: Iff alert on incoming vessel.

Unidentified. Non-federation.

Attention, unidentified vessel. You are not authorised for approach.

Power down and await instructions.

Unidentified vessel, please comply.

(Kalara continues speaking in alien language)

Speak normally.

Universal translator: Language analysis complete.

Female voice: Is this working?

We were on a science mission inside the nebula.

Our ship suffered a critical malfunction.

I took an escape pod

before the ship crash landed on a nearby planet.

We need a ship capable of navigating the nebula.

You must have someone

who can help us.

Paris: We tracked her stranded ship to a sector of uncharted nebula,

here at 2-1-0 Mark 14.

- Uh, long-range scan? - No data.

The nebula is too dense. It's uncharted space.

Well, the enterprise does have the best navigational system in the fleet.

She could handle it.

The only ship here with more advanced technology

is still under construction.

But it's not just the ship that I'm sending.

- I'll gather the crew. - Captain.

Starfleet command sent me your application

for the vice admiral position here at this installation.

Yes, ma'am. Um...

If I may, I would

recommend commander Spock replace me as captain of the enterprise.

He is an exemplary starfleet officer. He'd make a great captain.

It isn't uncommon, you know,

even for a captain,

to want to leave.

There is no relative direction in the vastness of space.

There is only yourself,

your ship, your crew.

It's easier than you think, to get lost.

- It's not about... - I'll bring it up with the general council.

We'll discuss it when you return.

Ma'am.

- Mr. Spock. - Captain.

- I was thinking... - Perhaps there...

- No, please. - Captain, after you.

I insist.

After this mission, we should, uh, sit down.

There's something I need to talk to you about.