Melvaran mud fleas.
-What for?
-To give you the symptoms.
-What are you talking about?
You're gonna start to lose vision
in your left eye.
Yeah, I already have.
Oh, and you're gonna get
a really bad headache and a flop sweat.
-You call this a favour?
-Yeah. You owe me one.
Kirk, James Т. He is not cleared
for duty aboard the Enterprise.
Medical code states the treatment
and transport of a patient is
to be determined
at the discretion of his
attending physician, which is me.
So I'm taking Mr Kirk aboard.
Or would you like to explain
to Captain Pike
why the Enterprise warped into a crisis
without one of its senior
medical officers?
-As you were.
-As you were. Come on.
-I might throw up on you.
-Jim, you've got to look at this.
-Jim, look.
-What?
Look.
-We need to get you changed.
-I don't feel right. I feel like I'm leaking.
Hell, it's that pointy-eared bastard.
-Mr Spock.
-Captain.
-Engineering reports ready for launch.
-Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, the maiden
voyage of our newest flagship
deserves more pomp and circumstance
than we can afford today.
Her christening will just have to be
our reward for a safe return. Carry on.
All decks, this is Captain Pike.
Prepare for immediate departure.
Helm, thrusters.
Moorings retracted, Captain.
Dock Control reports ready.
Thrusters fired.
Separating from spacedock.
The fleet's cleared spacedock, Captain.
All ships ready for warp.
-Set a course for Vulcan.
-Aye-aye, Captain. Course laid in.
Maximum warp. Punch it.
Lieutenant,
where is Helmsman McKenna?
He has lungworms, sir.
He couldn't report to his post.
I'm Hikaru Sulu.
-And you are a pilot, right?
-Very much so, sir.
I'm not sure what's wrong here.
-Is the parking brake on?
-No. I'll figure it out. I'm just...
Have you disengaged
the external inertial dampener?
-Ready for warp, sir.
-Let's punch it.
-Where are we?
-Medical Bay.
-This isn't worth it.
-A little suffering's good for the soul.
-Hi! How are you?
-Come here.
-My mouth is itchy. Is that normal?
-Well, those symptoms won't last long.
-I'm going to give you a mild sedative.
-I wish I didn't know you.
Don't be such an infant.
How long is it supposed to...
Unbelievable.
-Engines at maximum warp, Captain.
-Russian whiz kid, what's your name?
-Chanko? Cherpov?
-Ensign Chekov, Pavel Andreievich, sir.
Fine, Chekov, Pavel Andreievich.
Begin ship-wide mission broadcast.
Yes, sir. Happy to.
Ensign authorisation code
nine-five-Wictor-Wictor-two.
Authorisation not recognised.
Ensign authorisation code
n i n e-f i ve-Vi cto r-Vi cto r-two.
May I have your attention, please?
At 2200 hours, telemetry detected
an anomaly in the Neutral Zone.
What appeared to be
a lightning storm in space.
Soon after, Starfleet received a distress
signal from the Vulcan High Command
that their planet
was experiencing seismic activity.
Our mission is to assess
the condition of Vulcan
and assist in evacuations if necessary.
We should be arriving at Vulcan within
three minutes. Thank you for your time.
-Lightning storm.
-Jim, you're awake. How do you feel?
-Good God, man.
-What?
-What the hell's this?
-A reaction to the vaccine, damn it!
Nurse Chapel,
I need 50 cc's of cortisone!
Yes, sir!
...appeared to be
a lightning storm in space.
-Hey!
-We gotta stop the ship.
Jim! I'm not kidding!
We need to keep your heart rate down!
Computer, locate crew member Uhura.
You know, I haven't seen a reaction
this severe since med school.
-We're flying into a trap!
-Damn it, Jim, stand still!
Stop it!
-Uhura! Uhura...
-Kirk! What are you doing here?
The transmission from the Klingon
prison planet. What exactly...
Oh, my God,
what's wrong with your hands?
It's... Look, who is responsible
for the Klingon attack?
-What?
-And was the ship...
Was the ship what?
-What's happening to my mouth?
-You got numb tongue?
-Numb