Star Trek Into Darkness Page #6

The Admiral's daughter

appeared to have interest

in the torpedoes

and she is a weapons specialist.

Perhaps she could be of some use.

What Admiral's daughter?

Carol Marcus. Your new science officer

concealed her identity to board the ship.

When were you going to tell me that?

When it became relevant. As it just did.

Are the torpedoes in the weapons bay?

Loaded and ready to fire.

What are they?

I don't know.

That's why I forged my transfer

onto your ship to find out why.

I do apologize for that.

By the way, if I caused you

any problems, I am sorry.

I'm Carol Marcus.

- James Kirk.

- Torpedoes.

My father gave me access

to every program he oversaw,

then I heard he was

developing these prototype torpedoes.

When I went to confront him about it,

he wouldn't even see me.

That's when I discovered

the torpedoes had disappeared

from all official records.

And then he gave them to me.

You're much cleverer than

your reputation suggests, Captain Kirk.

I have a reputation?

Yes, you do. I'm a friend

of Christine Chapel's.

(INSTRUMENTS HUMMING)

Christine, yes. How is she?

She transferred to the

outer frontier to be a nurse.

She's much happier now.

That's good.

You have no idea

who I'm talking about, do you?

What are we doing in here?

Is this shuttle prepped to fly?

Of course it is.

- Would you please turn around?

- Why?

Just turn around.

It's too dangerous to try and open

one of these torpedoes

on the Enterprise.

But there is a nearby planetoid.

I can open one up there.

But I will need some help.

Turn around.

Now!

SULU:
Captain on the bridge!

KIRK:
Mr. Sulu,

have Doctors Marcus and McCoy

landed on the planetoid yet?

SULU:
Yes, sir. They're moving the

torpedo into position now.

KIRK:
Good. Any activity

from the Klingons?

SULU:
Not yet.

But if we're stuck

here much longer, they will find us.

Lieutenant Uhura,

did you let Starfleet know

we have Harrison in custody?

Yes, sir. No response yet.

CHEKOV:
Engineering to bridge.

Hello. Captain, can you hear me?

Mr. Chekov, give me some good news.

We found the leak, sir,

but the damage is substantial.

We're working on it.

KIRK:
Any idea what caused it?

No, sir. But I accept full responsibility.

Something tells me

it wasn't your fault. Stay on it.

SULU:
Shuttle is standing by, Captain.

Bones, thanks for helping out.

Dr. Marcus asked

for the steadiest hands on the ship.

You know, when I dreamt

about being stuck

on a deserted planet

with a gorgeous woman,

there was no torpedo!

KIRK:
Dr. McCoy, may I remind you,

you are not there to flirt.

So how can these legendary

hands help you, Dr. Marcus?

Bones!

CAROL:
To understand how

powerful these weapons are,

we need to open the warhead.

To do that, we need to

access the fuel compartment.

Unfortunately for us,

the warheads on these

weapons are live.

Sweetheart, I once performed

an emergency C-section

on a pregnant Gorn.

Octuplets.

And let me tell you,

those little bastards bite.

(GROANS) I think I can work

some magic on your missile.

CAROL:
Dr. McCoy,

there's a bundle of fiber optic cables

against the inner casing.

You'll need to cut the 23rd wire down.

Whatever you do,

do not touch anything else.

Do you understand?

Right. The thought

never crossed my mind.

CAROL:
Dr. McCoy,

wait for my word.

I'm rerouting the detonation processor.

- Are you ready?

- And raring.

- Good luck.

- (YELLS)

Sir, the torpedo just armed itself.

DARWIN:
The warhead's gonna

detonate in 30 seconds, sir!

What the hell happened?

I can't get my arm out!

Target their signal.

Beam them back right now.

The transporter cannot differentiate

between Dr. McCoy and the torpedo.

We cannot beam back one

without the other.

Dr. Marcus, can you disarm it?

I'm trying. I'm trying.

Jim, get her the hell out of here!

No! If you beam me back, he dies!

Just let me do it!

Ten. Nine.

Eight.

Standing by to transport

Dr. Marcus on your command, sir.

(GROANING) Four. Three.

Sh*t!

- (TORPEDO POWERS DOWN)

- (BONES GROANING)

- (SIGHS)

- SPOCK:
Deactivation successful,

Captain.

(RADIO FREQUENCIES OPEN)

Dr. McCoy, are you all right?

Bones!

Jim?

You're going to want to see this.

(INSTRUMENTS BEEPING)

MAN 1:
(ON RADIO) Delta team, deliver

your thrusters to loading dock 12.

MAN 2:
U.S.S. Vengeance, bridge crew

requesting entry to construction hangar.

MAN 1:
You are cleared

to enter the hangar.

MAN 3:
I need a welding team

on the number one nacelle.

Holy...

What have we got?

CAROL:
It's quite clever actually.

This fuel container's been

removed from the torpedo

and retrofitted to hide this cryo tube.

- Is he alive?

- BONES:
He's alive.

But if we try to revive him

without the proper sequencing,

it could kill him.

This technology's beyond me.

How advanced, Doctor?

It's not advanced.

That cryo tube is ancient.

We haven't needed to freeze anyone

since we developed warp capability,

which explains the most interesting

thing about our friend here.

He's 300 years old.

Why is there a man in that torpedo?

There are men and women

in all those torpedoes, Captain.

I put them there.

Who the hell are you?

A remnant of a time long past.

Genetically engineered to be superior

so as to lead others

to peace in a world at war.

But we were condemned as

criminals, forced into exile.

For centuries we slept,

hoping when we awoke,

things would be different.

But as a result

of the destruction of Vulcan,

your Starfleet began

to aggressively search

distant quadrants of space.

My ship was found adrift.

I alone was revived.

KIRK:
I looked up "John Harrison."

Until a year ago, he didn't exist.

John Harrison was a fiction

created the moment I was awoken

by your Admiral Marcus

to help him advance his cause.

A smokescreen

to conceal my true identity.

My name is

Khan.

Why would a Starfleet Admiral

ask a 300-year-old frozen man for help?

Because I am better.

- At what?

- Everything.

Alexander Marcus needed to respond to

an uncivilized threat in a civilized time

and for that he needed a warrior's mind.

My mind.

To design weapons and warships.

SPOCK:
You are suggesting the Admiral

violated every regulation

he vowed to uphold

simply because he wanted

to exploit your intellect.

He wanted to exploit my savagery.

Intellect alone is useless

in a fight, Mr. Spock.

You... You can't even break a rule.

How would you be

expected to break bone?

Marcus used me to design weapons.

To help him realize

his vision of a militarized Starfleet.

He sent you to use those weapons.

To fire my torpedoes

on an unsuspecting planet.

And then he purposely

crippled your ship

in enemy space,

leading to one inevitable outcome.

The Klingons would come searching

for whomever was responsible,

and you would have

no chance of escape.

Marcus would finally

have the war he talked about.

The war he always wanted.

No. No.

I watched you open fire

in a room full of

unarmed Starfleet officers.

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