Star Trek III: The Search for Spock Page #3

I name

not important.

You seek l.

Message received.

Available ship

stands by.

How much and how soon?

How soon is now.

How much is where.

Somewhere in

the Mutara sector.

Oh...

Mutara restricted.

Take permits many.

Money more.

There aren't going

to be any damn permits.

How can you get a permit

to do a damn

illegal thing?

Look, price you name.

Money I got.

Place you name.

Money I name.

Otherwise,

bargain no.

All right, damn it.

It's Genesis.

The name of the place

we're going is Genesis!

Genesis?

Yes, Genesis!

How can you be deaf

with ears like that?

Genesis allowed

is not.

Is planet forbidden.

Look,

my backwards friend,

Genesis may be

planet forbidden,

but I'm damn well-

Sir, your voice

is carrying.

You don't want to discuss

this subject in public.

I'll discuss

what I like!

Who the hell

are you?

Could I offer you

a ride home, Dr. McCoy?

Where's the logic?

lf I wanted a ride home,

would I be chartering

a space flight?

How do you know

who I am?

Federation

security, sir.

You're going to get

a nice long rest, Doctor.

Saavik to Grissom.

We are definitely reading

a second life form.

We concur.

Proceed with

caution, Saavik.

What the hell

is going on down there?

Make it quick,

Admiral.

They're moving him

to the Federation funny farm.

Poor friend.

I hear he's fruity

as a nutcake.

Two minutes.

Jim!

How many fingers

do I have up?

That's not very funny.

You're sense

of humor's returned.

The hell it has.

What's that?

Lexorin.

Lexorin? What for?

You're suffering from a Vulcan

mind-meld, Doctor.

That green-blooded

son of a b*tch!

It's his revenge for

those arguments he lost.

Let's see your hand.

This will make you

well enough to travel.

Where's Admiral Kirk?

He's with

the prisoner.

Get him quickly.

Commander Starfleet

wants him right away.

Oh, hum.

Keeping you busy?

Don't get smart, Tiny.

Admiral, Starfleet-

This man's sick.

Take a look.

Side elevator.

Agents coming up.

Don't call me Tiny.

The Kobayashi Maru

has set sail

for the promised land.

Acknowledge.

Message acknowledged.

All units will be informed.

You're taking me to

the promised land?

What are friends for?

Ah, Mr. Scott.

Calling it a night?

Uh, yes, sir.

Looking forward to breaking

some speed records tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Good night.

Level, please.

Transporter room.

Thank you.

Up your shaft.

Roger. Old City Station

at 2200 hours. All is well.

Understood.

All stations clear.

You amaze me,

Commander.

How is that?

A 20-year space veteran,

yet you choose

the worst duty station.

This is

the hind end of space.

Peace and quiet

appeals to me, Lieutenant.

Maybe that's okay

for someone like you,

whose career

is winding down.

But me, I need some challenge

and adventure in my life.

Maybe even

just a surprise.

You know

what they say.

Be careful

what you wish for.

You may get it.

Good evening, Commander.

Is everything ready?

Step into my parlor,

gentlemen.

That's Admiral Kirk.

My God!

Very good for you,

Lieutenant.

But it's damn irregular.

No destination orders,

no encoded IDs.

All true.

What'll we do?

I'm not doing anything.

You're going to sit

in the closet.

The closet?

Have you lost

all your sense of reality?

This isn't reality.

This is fantasy.

You wanted adventure.

How's this?

The old

adrenaline going?

Good. Now get

in the closet.

Okay.

Uh...

Go on. Go on.

I'll just get

in the closet.

Okay!

I'm glad

you're on our side.

I'll have Mr. Adventure

eating out of my hand,

and I'll see you

at the rendezvous.

Oh, and, Admiral...

All my hopes.

As promised,

she's all yours, sir.

All systems

automated and ready.

A chimpanzee

and two trainees could run her.

I'll try not

to take that personally.

My friends, I can't ask

you to go any further.

Dr. McCoy and I

have to do this.

The rest of you do not.

Admiral, we're losing

precious time.

What course,

please, Admiral?

Mr. Scott?

I'd be grateful

if you'd give the word.

Gentlemen...

May the wind

be at our backs.

Stations, please.

Engage all the systems.

Aye. Engaged!

Clear all moorings.

Clearing, sir.

One quarter

impulse power.

One quarter impulse.

Sir.

Commander Starfleet

orders you

to surrender this vessel.

No reply, Chekov.

Steady as she goes.

Yellow alert.

Captain to the bridge.

Yellow alert.

How can you have

a yellow alert in spacedock?

Sir, someone is stealing

the Enterprise!

I'm on my way.

Alert. Yellow alert.

All stations,

yellow alert.

Alert. Yellow alert.

All stations,

yellow alert.

One minute to space doors.

Are you just going

to walk through?

Calm yourself, Doctor.

Sir, Excelsior powering up

with orders to pursue.

Yellow alert.

Status?

All automates ready

and functioning.

Automatic moorings

retracted.

All speeds available

through

transwarp drive.

Incredible machine.

Helm.

One quarter

impulse power.

30 seconds

to space doors.

Warning.

Secure space doors.

Warning.

Secure space doors.

And...now,

Mr. Scott.

Sir?

The doors,

Mr. Scott.

Aye, sir.

I'm working on it.

Danger.

Space doors are closed.

Danger.

Space doors are closed.

We have cleared

space doors.

Full impulse power.

Aye, sir.

Standby tractor beam.

Tractor beam, aye.

If he tries to get away

with warp drive,

he's really in

for a shock.

Excelsior closing

to 4,000 meters.

We'll need everything

you have.

Aye, sir.

Warp drive standing by.

Kirk, if you do this,

you'll never sit in

the captain's chair again.

Warp speed.

Aye, sir.

Warp speed.

Prepare for warp speed.

Standby transwarp drive.

Transwarp

at your command.

Full power available.

Execute.

...Power available...

Transwarp drive,

full...power... available....

Transwarp drive,

maximum velocity

in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Scotty, as good

as your word.

The more they over think

the plumbing,

the easier it is

to stop up the drain.

Here, Doctor, souvenirs

from one surgeon to another.

I removed them from her

transwarp computer drive.

Nice of you

to tell me in advance.

You shouldn't miss

staff meetings.

Your work today

has been outstanding.

I'll recommend you all

for promotion...

in whatever fleet

we end up serving.

Best speed to Genesis.

I am Saavik... Can you speak?

The Genesis wave.

His cells could have

been regenerated.

Captain,

this is Saavik.

Come in, please.

Yes, Saavik.

Go ahead.

We have found

the life sign.

It is a Vulcan child,

perhaps 8-10 Earth

years of age.

A child?

How did he get there?

It's Dr. Marcus' opinion

that this is...

that the Genesis effect

has regenerated...

Captain Spock.

Uh...

Saavik, that's, uh...

That's extraordinary.

What will you do next?

Request permission

to beam aboard immediately.

Does Dr. Marcus think

there's any chance

of radioactive

contamination?

No.

None that he can detect.

I'll advise Starfleet

and get instructions.

I'm sure Starfleet

would approve.

Probably true,

but let's follow rules.

Stand by

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