Star Trek Into Darkness Page #5

if you died, Spock.

You didn't feel anything.

You didn't care.

And I'm not the only one who's upset

with you. The Captain is, too.

Wha... No, no, no.

Don't drag me into this.

She is right.

Your suggestion that

I do not care about dying is incorrect.

A sentient being's optimal chance

at maximizing their utility

is a long and prosperous life.

Great.

Not exactly a love song, Spock.

You misunderstand.

It is true I chose not to feel anything

upon realizing that

my own life was ending.

As Admiral Pike was dying,

I joined with his consciousness

and experienced what he felt

at the moment of his passing.

Anger. Confusion.

Loneliness.

Fear.

I had experienced those feelings before,

multiplied exponentially

on the day my planet was destroyed.

Such a feeling is something I choose

never to experience again.

Nyota, you mistake my choice not to feel

as a reflection of my not caring.

Well, I assure you,

the truth is precisely the opposite.

- (DISRUPTORS FIRING)

- (ALARMS BLARING)

What the hell was that?

What happened? Where's their signal?

It cut out. I'm working to get them back.

We are being pursued by

a D-4 class Klingon vessel.

I thought this sector was abandoned!

It must be a random patrol.

Hold on!

This ship has no offensive capabilities.

It's got us. Give me all six fuel cells.

- SPOCK:
Aye, Captain.

- (GRUNTS)

(ALARM BLARING)

Damn it!

They're closing fast, bearing 285!

All right, there! There!

We can lose them there.

If you are suggesting

that we utilize the passage

between the approaching structures,

- this ship will not fit.

- We'll fit.

- Captain, we will not fit.

- We'll fit, we'll fit!

(STRAINS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY)

- I told you we'd fit.

- I am not sure that qualifies.

Any sign of them?

- No. Which worries me.

- KIRK:
We lost them!

Or they're jamming our scanners.

Or we lost them.

(KLINGON SPEAKING

OVER SPEAKERS)

UHURA:
They're ordering us to land.

(KLINGON CONTINUES)

Captain, they're gonna

want to know why we're here.

And they're gonna torture us.

Question us.

And they're gonna kill us.

So we come out shooting.

We're outnumbered, outgunned.

There's no way we survive

if we attack first.

You brought me here

because I speak Klingon.

Then let me speak Klingon.

KIRK:
This isn't going to work.

SPOCK:
It is our only logical option.

And if you interrupt her now, you will

not only incur the wrath of the Klingons

but that of Lieutenant Uhura as well.

(SPEAKING KLINGON)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Lieutenant.

- Thanks, Captain.

(SPEAKING KLINGON)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(KLINGONS SHOUTING)

- (YELLS)

- (GRUNTS)

(WEAPONS FIRE CONTINUES)

- SPOCK:
Stand down.

- How many torpedoes?

- Stand down!

- (FIRES)

HARRISON:
The torpedoes,

the weapons you threatened

me with in your message.

How many are there?

Seventy-two.

I surrender.

(GROANING)

On behalf of Christopher Pike,

my friend,

I accept your surrender.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Captain!

(PANTING)

Captain.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Cuff him.

(COMMUNICATOR CHIRPS)

- Bones, meet me in the brig.

- BONES:
Be right there.

Lieutenant.

Contact Starfleet, let them know

we have Harrison in custody,

and we'll be on our way once

the warp core is repaired.

Yes, sir.

BONES:
Why the hell did he surrender?

KIRK:
I don't know.

But he just took out a squad

of Klingons single-handedly.

I want to know how.

Sounds like we have

a superman on board.

KIRK:
You tell me.

Put your arm through the hole.

I'm gonna take a blood sample.

(INJECTION WHIRS)

Why aren't we moving, Captain?

An unexpected malfunction,

perhaps in your warp core

conveniently stranding you

on the edge of Klingon space?

- How the hell do you know that?

- Bones.

I think you'd find

my insight valuable, Captain.

- We good?

- Yeah.

Let me know what you find.

Ignore me and you

will get everyone on this ship killed.

SPOCK:
Captain, I believe

he will only attempt to manipulate you.

I would not recommend

engaging the prisoner further.

Give me a minute.

Let me explain what's happening here.

You are a criminal.

I watched you murder

innocent men and women.

I was authorized to end you!

And the only reason

why you are still alive

is because I am allowing it.

So shut your mouth.

Oh, Captain, are you going

to punch me again

over and over till your arm weakens?

Clearly you want to, so tell me,

why did you allow me to live?

We all make mistakes.

No. I surrendered to you because,

despite your attempt

to convince me otherwise,

you seem to have

a conscience, Mr. Kirk.

If you did not,

then it would be impossible for me

to convince you of the truth.

23-17-46-11.

Coordinates not far from Earth.

If you want to know why I did what I did,

go and take a look.

Give me one reason

why I should listen to you.

I can give you 72.

And they're on board your ship, Captain.

They have been all along.

I suggest you open one up.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC PLAYING LOUDER)

- Oh!

- Hi!

You know what really

bothers me, though? (BURPS)

It's the modifications,

you know, the enhancements.

Right? And then like that,

I'm off the ship!

Just for trying to do what's right!

And what did you do anyway?

You just stood there like an oyster,

- looking at me!

- (COMMUNICATOR BEEPS)

- (CHIRPS)

- What?

Scotty, it's Kirk.

Oh, well now!

If it isn't Captain James

Tiberius Perfect Hair!

Did you hear that?

I called him Perfect Hair. (LAUGHS)

- Where are you?

- Where are you?

Are you drunk?

What I do in my private time

is my business, Jimbo.

I need you to help me out

with something.

Will you take these coordinates down?

23-17-46-11.

Are you writing?

What, you don't think

I can remember four numbers?

(SNICKERS) Ye of little faith.

What was the third one?

Forty-six.

I don't know exactly

what you're looking for,

but I have a feeling you'll know it

when you see it.

You may have been right

about those torpedoes.

I will consider that an apology.

And I will consider that apology.

You are the one who quit.

You made me quit!

Mr. Scott? (GROANS)

Scott.

The nerve of that guy!

I am not doing that man any favors!

No!

All right, then!

Are you out of your corn-fed mind?

You're not actually going

to listen to this guy?

He killed Pike, he almost killed you,

and now you think

it's a good idea to pop open a torpedo

because he dared you to.

Why did he save our lives, Bones?

The Doctor does have a point, Captain.

Don't agree with me, Spock.

It makes me very uncomfortable.

Perhaps you, too, should learn

to govern your emotions, Doctor.

In this situation, logic dictates...

Logic? Oh, my God! There's a maniac

trying to make us blow up

our own damn ship and...

That's not it.

I don't know why he surrendered,

but that's not it.

Look, we're gonna open a torpedo.

The question is how.

BONES:
But, Jim,

without Mr. Scott on board,

who exactly is qualified

to just pop open

a four-ton stick of dynamite?

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