Star Trek Into Darkness Page #3

(PANTING)

GUARD 1:
Target acquired.

GUARD 2:
Take him out!

GUARD 1:
Watch my flank!

GUARD 3:
Go, go, go!

GUARD 4:
Cover me!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(PIKE GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

GUARD 1:
Fire!

(PIKE WHEEZING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

- (GRINDING)

- (ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(PIKE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOBBING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(COMMUNICATOR BEEPING)

(COMMUNICATOR CHIRPS)

Yeah?

SPOCK:
Commander,

Mr. Scott has found something

in the wreckage of Harrison's ship.

He has asked to see us right away.

SCOTTY:
Captain!

I found this in the crashed jumpship, sir.

- This is how the bastard got away.

- KIRK:
What do you mean?

SCOTTY:
It's a portable

transwarp beaming device.

KIRK:
Well, can you figure out

where he went?

I already did, sir.

And you're no gonna like it.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

He's gone to the one place we...

We just can't go.

Admiral, sir, he's not on Earth.

(PANTING) He's on Kronos, sir.

I request my command be reinstated

and your permission to go after him.

Give us a minute.

- Kronos.

- Yes, sir.

So Harrison's gone

to the Klingon homeworld.

- Is he defecting?

- We're not sure, sir.

He has taken refuge

in the Ketha Province,

a region uninhabited for decades.

He's gotta be hiding there, sir!

He knows if we even

go near Klingon space,

it'd be all-out war.

Starfleet can't go after him, but I can.

Please, sir.

All-out war with

the Klingons is inevitable, Mr. Kirk.

If you ask me, it's already begun.

Since we first learned of their existence,

the Klingon Empire

has conquered and occupied

two planets that we know of

and fired on our ships

half a dozen times.

They are coming our way.

London was not an archive.

It was a top-secret branch of Starfleet

designated Section 31.

They were developing

defense technology

and training our officers

to gather intelligence

on the Klingons

and any other potential enemy

who means to do us harm.

Harrison was one of our top agents.

Well, now he's a fugitive

and I want to take him out.

Pike always said you were

one of our best and brightest.

You should have heard him defend you.

He's the one who talked you

into joining Starfleet, wasn't he?

Yes, sir.

Did he ever tell you

who talked him into joining?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

His death is on me.

And yours can't be.

Sir, please. All I...

Mr. Spock, you said the province

where Harrison is hiding is uninhabited?

Affirmative, sir.

As part of our defensive strategy,

31 developed a new photon torpedo.

(BEEPING)

Long-range and untraceable,

it would be invisible to Klingon sensors.

I don't want you hurt,

but I want to take him out.

You park on the edge

of the Neutral Zone,

you lock onto Harrison's position,

you fire, you kill him and you haul ass.

Permission to reinstate

Mr. Spock as my First Officer.

Granted.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

BONES:
Jim!

- Where were you?

- For what?

Your medical exam.

Ten hours ago, you were

in a damn firefight.

- Now it's my duty as ship's...

- I'm fine, Bones.

The hell you are.

I'm fine.

KIRK:
Status report,

Mr. Spock. (GRUNTS)

The Enterprise should be

ready for launch

by the time we arrive.

- Good. Good.

- Captain.

Thank you for requesting

my reinstatement.

You're welcome.

As I am again

your First Officer, it is now my duty

to strongly object

to our mission parameters.

Of course it is.

There is no Starfleet regulation

that condemns a man

to die without a trial,

something you

and Admiral Marcus are forgetting.

Also, preemptively firing torpedoes

at the Klingon homeworld

goes against...

You yourself said

the area's uninhabited.

There's only gonna be one casualty.

And in case you weren't listening,

our orders have nothing to do

with Starfleet regulation.

Wait a minute. We're firing

torpedoes at the Klingons?

Regulations aside,

this action is morally wrong.

Regulations aside, pulling your ass

out of a volcano was morally right.

And I didn't win any points for that.

Whoa, Jim, calm down.

I'm not gonna take

ethics lessons from a robot!

Reverting to name-calling

suggests that you are defensive

and therefore find my opinion valid.

I wasn't asking for your opinion.

Bones, get that thing off my face.

SPOCK:
Captain, our mission

could start a war with the Klingons

and it is, by its very definition, immoral.

Perhaps you should

take the requisite time

to arrive at this conclusion for yourself.

WOMAN:
Captain Kirk.

Science Officer Wallace.

I've been assigned

to the Enterprise by Admiral Marcus.

These are my transfer orders.

You requested an additional

science officer, Captain?

I wish I had.

"Lieutenant Carol Wallace."

"Doctorate in applied physics

"specializing in advanced weaponry."

SPOCK:
Impressive credentials.

Thank you.

But redundant now that

I am back aboard the Enterprise.

And yet, the more the merrier.

- Have a seat, Doctor.

- Thank you.

Shuttle crew, stand by for lift-off.

SCOTTY:
No! I'm not signing anything!

Now, get these bloody things

off my ship! Captain!

KIRK:
Is there a problem, Mr. Scott?

Aye, sir. I was just

explaining to this gentleman

that I cannae authorize any

weapons on board this ship

without knowing what's inside them.

Mr. Scott raises yet another point...

Report to the bridge.

Captain.

Mr. Scott, I understand your concerns,

but we need these torpedoes on board.

Due respect, sir,

but photon torpedoes run on fuel.

Now, I cannae detect the type of fuel

that's in the compartments

on these torpedoes

because it's shielded.

Now, I asked for

the specifications, but he said...

- It's classified.

- It's classified.

So I said, "No specs, no signature!"

SULU:
Captain.

Flight check's complete.

We're good to go, sir.

- Thank you, Mr. Sulu.

- Yes, sir.

Now if you'll excuse me, sir,

I have a warp core to prime.

Get down!

Jim, your vitals are way off.

Report to the med bay. Scotty!

I need you to approve those weapons.

Do you know what this is, Captain?

I don't have time for a lecture, Scotty.

- Do you know what this is?

- It's a warp core.

It's a radioactive

catastrophe waiting to happen.

A subtle shift in magnetic output

from, say, firing

one or more of six dozen torpedoes

with an unknown payload

could set off a chain reaction

which would kill

every living thing on this ship.

Letting those torpedoes on board the

Enterprise is the last straw!

- What was the first straw?

- What was the...

There are plenty of straws.

How about Starfleet

confiscating my transwarp equation?

And now some madman's

using it to hop across the galaxy!

Where do you think he got it from?

We have our orders, Scotty!

That's what scares me.

This is clearly a military operation.

Is that what we are now?

'Cause I thought we were explorers.

Sign for the torpedoes, that's an order.

Right, well, you leave me no choice

but to resign my duties.

Come on, Scotty.

You're giving me no choice, sir.

I will not stand by...

You're not giving me much of a choice.

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