Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country Page #5

Why not simply vapourize them?

Like this?

At ease.

As you know, Commander Chekov,

no one can fire an unauthorised phaser

aboard a starship.

Suppose when they returned,

they threw the boots into the refuse.

I'm having the refuse searched.

If my surmise is correct,

those boots will cling

to the killers' necks

like a pair of Tiberian bats.

They could not

make their escape without them,

nor can they simply throw them

out the window for all to see.

-Those boots are here somewhere.

-Did someone fire off a phaser?

It's all right. It's nothing. It's nothing.

Mr Spock, Starfleet is screaming for us

to return to port.

-Who fired that...

-Mr Scott.

I understand you're having difficulty

with the warp drive.

How much time

do you require for repair?

There's nothing wrong

with the bloody thing.

Mr Scott, if we return to spacedock,

the assassins will surely find a way

to dispose

of their incriminating footwear,

and we will never see

the Captain or Dr McCoy alive again.

-It could take weeks, sir.

-Thank you, Mr Scott.

Valeris, please inform

Starfleet Command

-our warp drive is inoperative.

-A lie?

An error.

You understand we have lost all contact

with the Captain and Dr McCoy.

Yes. At the moment, they're surrounded

by a magnetic shield.

However, if I know the Captain,

by this time,

he is deep into planning his escape.

You got him, Jim!

You got him where you want him!

-You all right, Jim?

-I think so.

-They'll respect you now.

-That's a comfort.

-I was lucky that thing had knees.

-That was not his knee.

Not everybody keeps their genitals

in the same place, Captain.

Anything you want to tell me?

Bones, why don't you see

what you can do for him?

Let him know

we're not holding a grudge.

Suppose he's holding a grudge?

When whoever it is makes their move,

you won't be here to ask if he's the one.

-Do you want to get out of here?

-There's gotta be a way.

Three months before retirement.

What a way to finish.

-We're not finished.

-No? Speak for yourself.

One day, one night, Kobayashi Maru.

Bones, are you afraid of the future?

I believe that was the general idea

that I was trying to convey.

I don't mean this future.

-What is this, multiple choice?

-Some people are afraid

of what might happen.

I was terrified.

What terrified you, specifically?

No more neutral zone.

I was used to hating Klingons.

It never even occurred to me

to take Gorkon at his word.

Spock was right.

Try not to be too hard on yourself.

We all felt exactly the same.

No.

Somebody felt a lot worse.

I'm beginning to understand why.

Well, if you've got any bright ideas,

now's the time.

Time's the problem.

You and I are nothing.

But you heard the judge.

The peace conference is on again.

Whoever killed Gorkon is bound

to attempt another assassination.

Unless we can get out of here.

Kirk, it's me, Martia.

Listen, no one has ever escaped

from Rura Penthe.

-Except us.

-It is possible.

-I know how to get outside the shield.

-How do we fit in?

Getting outside the shield is easy,

but after that, it's up to you to get us

off the surface before we freeze.

Can you?

-It's possible.

-I can't make it alone,

and you're likeliest candidate

to come in this hellhole for months.

Candidate for what?

Go to lift seven in the morning

for mining duty.

I'll see you there. Don't disappoint me.

-What is it with you, anyway?

-Still think we're finished?

More than ever.

-I'm sorry to wake you, sir.

-What is it?

Starfleet urgently requests

any data we have

on the whereabouts of Enterprise.

What?

Well, apparently, they're refusing

to acknowledge signal

to return to spacedock, sir.

Signal Starfleet that we have no idea

location Enterprise.

Sir?

-You have hearing problems, mister?

-No, sir.

Klingon blood.

They must have walked through it

when it was floating

and tracked it back here.

This is the first evidence

which corroborates our theory.

Now we go to Starfleet.

Now we expand our search

to include uniforms.

All uniforms?

Take those out.

-Continue scanning.

-Nothing, sir.

Clear, sir.

Coming through. Coming through.

Computer well seven clear.

Nothing. Nothing.

Okay, let's see what we got.

Nothing. Nothing so far.

Sir! Sir!

-I think we've been had.

-No, you weren't, Doctor.

Get off at the first level.

Follow the gang into the mine.

They don't take girls.

You are Crewman Dax?

Yes, Commander. What is the problem?

Perhaps you know

Russian epic of Cinderella?

If shoe fits, wear it.

Mr Chekov.

Watch me.

What kind of creature is this?

Last night, you two were...

Don't remind me.

Get in.

Come on. We don't have a lot of time.

Hurry.

Up there.

Come on, climb.

Here. You'll need these. Quickly!

Stay close.

There they are.

They're emerging

from the beaming shield.

-Mr Scott, start your engines.

-Aye, aye, sir.

Mr Chekov, set course for Rura Penthe.

Mr Spock, Rura Penthe

is deep inside the Klingon frontier.

-If we are discovered...

-Quite correct, Mr Chekov.

What is required now

is a feat of linguistic legerdemain

and a degree of intrepidity

before the Captain and Dr McCoy

freeze to death.

-Leave me. I'm finished.

-No!

Bones, I'm wearing a viridium patch

on my back.

Spock slapped it there

just before we went on Gorkon's ship.

-Why, that cunning little Vulcan.

-Come on. We're in the clear.

Now that we're outside the shield,

they'll be able to locate us

two sectors away.

If they're even looking for us.

This is listening post Morska.

What ship is that? Over.

We must respond personally.

A universal translator

would be recognised.

We am thy freighter Ursva.

Six weeks out of

Kronos.

What is your destination? Over.

We is condemning food,

things and supplies.

Don't catch any bugs!

Would you mind explaining

that little trick you do?

-I'm a chameloid.

-I've heard about you.

Shapeshifters.

-I thought you were mythical.

-Give a girl a chance, Captain.

-It takes a lot of effort.

-I don't doubt it.

Stop me if I'm wrong,

but do we have any way of knowing

whether this is the real you?

I thought I would assume

a pleasing shape.

We're outside the shield.

Now it's your turn, Captain.

If you say so.

Are you crazy?

She didn't need our help

getting anywhere.

Where'd you get

these convenient clothes?

Don't tell me that flare

is standard prison issue.

It's to let them know where we are.

Ask her what she's getting in return.

A full pardon,

which doesn't cover this.

An accident wasn't good enough.

Come on, Spock.

Good enough for one.

Two would have looked suspicious.

Killed while attempting escape.

Now that's convincing for both.

Surprise!

-Your friends are late.

-They'll be along.

-I can't believe I kissed you.

-Must have been your lifelong ambition.

Isn't it about time

you became something else?

I like it here.

Well, well, well.

What took you so long?

-Kill him. He's the one.

-Not me, you idiot. Him!

-No witnesses.

-Killed while trying to escape.

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