Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan Page #6

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Target, sir.

Phaser lock|inoperative, sir.

Best guess, Mr. Sulu.|Fire when ready.

Oh!

Aft torpedoes, fire!

Hold your course.

Phasers starboard!

Aah!

Fire!

Damage, Mr. Scott.

Admiral, I've got to take|the mains off the line.

It's radiation...

Scotty.

Joachim.

Yours...

is a superior...

I shall avenge you.

Could you use|another hand, Admiral?

Man the weapons console,|Mr. Chekov.

Spock.

Sporadic energy readings,|port side aft.

Could be|an impulse turn.

He won't|break off now.

He followed me this far.|He'll be back.

But from where?

He's intelligent,|but not experienced.

His pattern indicates|two-dimensional thinking.

Full stop.

Full stop, sir.

Z minus|10,000 meters.

Stand by|photon torpedoes.

Torpedoes ready, sir.

Look sharp.

Fire.

Aah!

Fire.

- Aah!|- Aah!

Aah!

Uhura...

Uhura...

send to Commander, Reliant.

Prepare to be boarded.

Aye, sir.

Commander, Reliant.|This is Enterprise.

Surrender and prepare|to be boarded.

Enterprise to Reliant.

You are ordered to|surrender your vessel.

Respond.

Reliant. Come in, Reliant.

You are ordered to surrender|your vessel.

Enterprise to Reliant.

You are ordered to surrender|your vessel. Respond.

No, Kirk.

The game's not over.

To the last|I will grapple with thee.

Admiral.

Scanning an energy|source on Reliant.

A pattern I've|never seen before.

It's the Genesis wave.

What?

They're on a build-up|to detonation.

How soon?

We encoded four minutes.

We'll beam aboard|and stop it.

You can't.

Scotty, I need warp speed|in three minutes

or we're all dead.

No response, Admiral.

Scotty.

Mr. Sulu, get us out of here.|Best possible speed.

Aye, sir.

Are you out|of your Vulcan mind?

No human can tolerate|the radiation in there!

As you are so fond|of observing, Doctor,

I am not human.

You're not going in there.

Perhaps you're right.

What is|Mr. Scott's condition?

Well, I don't think|that he-

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I have no time|to discuss this logically.

Remember.

Spock! Get out of there!

Spock!

Spock, get out of there!

Time, from my mark.

Engine room...

what's happening?

Spock! Scotty...

Good God, man!|Get out of there!

No! Don't!

Spock! Spock!

Don't!

Time.

Distance from Reliant.

We're not going|to make it, are we?

No.

No, you can't get away.

From hell's heart,|I stab at thee.

For hate's sake,

I spit my last breath|at thee.

Sir, the mains|are back on line.

Bless you, Scotty.|Go, Sulu!

My God, Carol,|look at it.

Engine room.

Well done, Scotty.

Jim...

I think you'd better|get down here.

Bones?

Better hurry.

Saavik, take the con.

No! You'll flood|the whole compartment.

He'll die.

Sir, he's dead already.

It's too late.

Spock!

Ship...

out of danger?

Yes.

Don't grieve, Admiral.

It is logical.

The needs of the many|outweigh...

The needs of the few...

Or the one.

I never took|the Kobayashi Maru test...

until now.

What do you think|of my solution?

Spock...

I...

I have been...

and always|shall be...

your friend.

Live long...

and prosper.

No.

We are assembled here today

To pay final respects|to our honored dead.

And yet it should be noted

that in the midst|of our sorrow,

this death takes place|in the shadow of new life,

the sunrise of a new world,

a world|that our beloved comrade

gave his life to protect.

He did not feel

this sacrifice a vain|or empty one,

and we will not debate|his profound wisdom

at these proceedings.

Of my friend,|I can only say this-

of all the souls I have|encountered in my travels,

his was the most...

human.

Honors...

Hup.

Come.

I don't mean to intrude.

No, not at all.

I should be|on the bridge.

Can I talk to you|for a minute?

I poured myself a drink.|Would you like it?

Lieutenant Saavik|was right.

You never have|faced death.

No, not like this.

I haven't faced death.

I've cheated death.

I've tricked my way|out of death

and patted myself on the back|for my ingenuity.

I know nothing.

You knew enough|to tell Saavik

that how we faced death

is at least as important|as how we face life.

Just words.

But good words.

That's where ideas begin.

Maybe you should|listen to them.

I was wrong about you...

and I'm sorry.

Is that what|you came here to say?

Mainly.

And also that I'm...

proud.

Very proud...

to be your son.

Captain 's Log. Stardate 8141.6.

Starship Enterprise|departing for Ceti Alpha V

to pick up the crew|of U.S.S. Reliant.

All is well.

And yet|I can't help wondering

about the friend|I leave behind.

,'There are always|possibilities, ,'Spock said.

And if Genesis is indeed

life from death...

I must return|to this place again.

He's really not dead...

as long as|we remember him.

It's a far, far|better thing I do

than I have|ever done before.

A far better|resting place I go to

than I have ever known.

Is that a poem?

No.

Something Spock was trying|to tell me

on my birthday.

You OK, Jim?

How do you feel?

Young.

I feel young.

Space,|the final frontier.

These are|the continuing voyages

of the starship Enterprise.

Her ongoing mission,

to explore|strange, new worlds,

to seek out new life forms|and new civilizations,

to boldly go|where no man has gone...

before.

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