Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home Page #6

Well, why didn't you

just say so?

I mean, why all

the coy disguises?

You want the details?

I wouldn't miss this

for all the tea in China.

When are those whales

being released?

O.K.

What the hell?

Your friend was right.

Gracie's not only pregnant,

she is very pregnant,

and at noon tomorrow,

in what is sure to be

a media circus,

the whales get shipped out.

Noon tomorrow?

Are we leaving?

Come on.

We haven't much time.

Make that to go.

Who gets the bad news?

Don't they use money

in the 23rd century?

Well, we don't.

Now hear this.

Smoking lamp is out

while transferring fuel.

How long?

Depends on how much

shielding there is

between us and the reactor.

Well, ahem, Admiral,

that was the briefest

dinner I've ever had

and certainly

the biggest fish story

I've ever heard.

You asked.

Uh, you tell me something.

George and Gracie's

transmitter-

what's the radio frequency?

Sorry, that's classified.

Look, I don't have

a clue who you are!

You wouldn't want

to show me

around your spaceship,

would you?

That's not my first choice.

Well, there we are.

Let me tell you something.

I'm here to bring two humpbacks

into the 23rd century.

If I have to,

I'll get them

from the open sea.

I'd much rather have yours.

It's better for me,

better for you,

it's better for them.

Think about it.

Who are you?

Think about it,

but don't take too long.

I'm out of time.

If you reconsider,

I'll be here.

Here?

In the park.

Right.

The tank will be

finished by morning.

That's cutting it close.

What about team two?

No word since beaming.

We'll wait for their call.

Damn it!

We got two perfect whales

right in our hands.

If we don't move quickly,

we'll lose them.

In that event, our mission

will probably fail.

Our mission?

Spock, you're talking about

the end

of every life on earth.

You're half human.

Haven't you got

any goddamn

feelings about that?

There it is again.

That's too weird.

Commander?

I thought you gents were

running a test program.

Yes, but we're apparently

getting a power drain.

It must be coming

from inside the ship.

CIC command duty officer,

Commander Rogerson.

Yes, Chief,

we're tracking that, too.

What do you think?

Scotty,

we're ready for beam-out.

Scotty, can you hear me?

Confirmed.

Roger that.

Mardet commanding officer.

This is

the command duty officer,

Commander Rogerson.

We have an intruder

in number four MMR.

I say again-

we have an intruder

in number four MMR.

Scotty, do you read?

Scotty, come in, please.

Yes.

I hardly hear you.

My transporter power

is down to minimal.

I'll bring you in

one at a time.

Take the collector.

You go first.

Stand by.

Scotty.

Hello.

Come in, please.

Scotty.

How soon?

Chekov!

You're breaking up!

Please signal again!

Chekov, can you hear me?

Scotty, now would be

a good time.

Freeze!

Chekov!

I've lost him.

"Commander Pavel Chekov.

"Starfleet.

United Federation

of Planets."

All right, Commander.

Is there anything

you'd want to tell us?

Like what?

Like who you really are,

what you're doing here,

and what these things are.

I am Pavel Chekov,

a commander in Starfleet,

United Federation

of Planets.

Service number 656-5827d.

All right.

Let's take it from the top.

The top of what?

Name.

My name?

No, my name!

Play games with me, mister,

and you're through.

I am?

May I go now?

What do you think?

He's a Russkie.

That's the stupidest

thing I've heard.

Of course,

he's a Russkie,

but he's a retard

or something.

We better call Washington.

Don't move.

O.K. Make nice.

Give us the ray gun.

I warn you-

lie on the floor,

or I'll stun you.

Go ahead.

Stun me.

I'm very sorry, but...

Must be the radiation.

Emergency.

We have a security breach.

General alarm.

Hit the deck!

Aah!

Man down.

Get a corpsman over here.

Yes, sir.

Any luck?

Nothing.

I shouldn't have

left him.

You did what was necessary.

Keep trying.

You'll find him.

Scotty, you promised me

an estimate

on the dilithium crystals.

It's going slowly, sir.

It'll be

well into tomorrow.

That's not good enough.

You've got to do better.

I'll try, sir. Scott out.

He's in a wee bit of a snit.

He's a man of deep feelings.

Aye. What else is new?

They left last night.

We didn't want

a mob scene.

Besides, it's easier

on you this way.

You sent them away

without even letting me

say goodbye?

You son of a b*tch!

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk!

Admiral Kirk!

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk!

Wait!

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk!

Oof!.

Admiral!

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk!

Can you hear me?

They're gone!

I need your help!

Are you in there?

Admiral, we have a problem!

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk!

Can you hear me?

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk!

Can you hear me?

Admiral Kirk!

Can you hear me?

I need your help!

Oh, my God.

Aah...

Aah!

Hello, Alice.

Welcome to Wonderland.

Oh, it's true.

It's true?

What you said.

Yes, it is.

You picked a great time

to drop in.

Oh, take it easy.

We need your help.

Is any of this real?

Yes, it's real. Take a look.

Storage tanks for your whales.

Admiral, they're gone.

Gone?

They were taken last night.

They're in Alaska by now.

Damn.

But they're tagged.

You can go

find them, right?

We can't go anywhere.

What kind of

a spaceship is this?

It's a spaceship

with a missing man.

Admiral,

full power has been restored.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.

Hello, doctor.

Welcome aboard.

Admiral, are you there?

Yes, Uhura.

What's wrong?

I've located Chekov, sir.

They're taking him

to emergency surgery

right now.

Where?

Mercy Hospital.

Mercy Hospital?

That's in

the Mission district.

They report his condition

as critical.

He's not expected to survive.

Jim...

you've got to let me

go in there.

Don't leave him in the hands

of20th century medicine.

Admiral, may I suggest

that Dr. McCoy is correct?

We must help Chekov.

Is that the logical thing

to do, Spock?

No, but it is

the human thing to do.

Right.

Will you help us?

How?

Well...

we'll have to look

like physicians.

We'll try down here.

You check there.

Ohh.

Ohh.

What's the matter with you?

Kidney dialysis.

Dialysis?

My God. What is this,

the dark ages?

Here.

Now, you swallow that.

If you have any problems,

just call me.

Here. I got it.

Let's go.

Bones.

He's being held

in the security corridor.

One flight up.

His condition is critical.

Come on.

Uh, excuse me.

We'll take that.

Hold the door!

Hold that door.

Emergency.

You were there

when it happened?

Yeah. I heard everything.

Weintraub says

radical chemotherapy,

or she'll croak.

Well, what about

Gottlieb?

All he talked about

was image therapy.

I thought they'd

punch each other out.

Unbelievable.

You have

a different view, doctor?

It sounds like

the goddamn

Spanish Inquisition

to me.

Bad day.

Out of the way.

Sorry. I have

strict orders-

Ohh!

Want an acute case

on your hands?

This woman has

immediate postprandial

upper abdominal

distention!

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