Enterprise?
-Yes, sir.
-Analysing data now.
-Transporter is now operational.
Captain, gravitational sensors
are off the scale.
If my calculations are correct,
they're creating a singularity
that will consume the planet.
They're creating a black hole
at the centre of Vulcan?
-Yes, sir.
-How long does the planet have?
Minutes, sir. Minutes.
Alert Vulcan Command Centre
to signal a planet-wide evacuation,
-all channels, all frequencies.
-Spock, wait!
-Maintain standard orbit.
-Yes, sir.
-Where are you going?
-To evacuate the Vulcan High Council.
They are tasked
with protecting our cultural history.
-My parents will be among them.
-Can't you beam them out?
It is impossible.
They will be in the katric ark.
I must get them myself.
-Chekov, you have the conn.
-Aye.
-Kirk to Enterprise! Beam us out of here!
-Stand by. Locking on your signal.
-Retract the drill. Let's move out.
-Yes, sir. Pull it up!
I can't lock on to you.
Don't move. Don't move!
-Kirk!
-Sulu!
Sulu!
Hold on!
I got you! Now pull my chute!
Kirk to Enterprise! We're falling
without a chute! Beam us up!
-I'm trying. I can't lock on to your signal.
-Beam us up!
-You're moving too fast.
-Beam us up!
I can do that. I can do that!
-Take the conn!
-Aye, sir.
The black hole's expanding.
We won't reach minimum safe distance
if we don't leave immediately.
Move, move, move, move, move!
I can do that! I can do that!
Move, move, move, move!
Quick, give me manual control!
I can lock on!
Beam us up!
Enterprise, where are you?
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
Now, now, now! Do it now!
Now, now, now, now!
Okay, okay, okay! Hold on! Hold on!
Compensating gravitational pull, and...
Gotcha!
-Thanks.
-No problem.
Clear the pad.
I'm beaming to the surface.
The surface of what?
What, are you going down there?
Are you nuts?
Spock, you can't do that!
-Energise.
-Spock!
-Spock!
-The planet has only seconds left.
We must evacuate.
Mother, now!
-Spock to Enterprise. Get us out now.
-Locking volume.
Don't move. Stay right where you are.
Transport in five, four, three, two...
-Mother!
-I'm losing her!
I'm losing her! I'm losing her!
No! I lost her. I lost her.
Acting Captain's Log, Stardate 2258.42.
We have had no word
from Captain Pike.
I have therefore classified him
a hostage of the war criminal
known as Nero.
Nero, who has destroyed
my home planet
and most of its six billion inhabitants.
While the essence of our culture
has been saved
in the elders
who now reside upon this ship,
I estimate no more than 10,000
have survived.
I am now a member
of an endangered species.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
What do you need? Tell me.
Tell me.
I need everyone
to continue performing admirably.
Okay.
You must have
a lot of questions for me.
I only have one for you.
I need the subspace frequencies
of Starfleet's border protection grids,
specifically those surrounding Earth.
Christopher, answer my question.
No, you answer for the genocide
you just committed
-against a peaceful planet.
-No, I prevented genocide.
In my time, where I come from,
this is a simple mining vessel.
I chose a life of honest labour
to provide for myself and the wife
who was expecting my child.
I was off planet, doing my job
while your Federation did nothing
and allowed my people to burn
while their planet broke in half.
And Spock, he didn't help us.
He betrayed us!
No, you're confused.
You've been misinformed.
Romulus hasn't been destroyed.
It's out there right now.
You're blaming the Federation
for something that hasn't happened.
It has happened! I watched it happen!
I saw it happen!
Don't tell me it didn't happen!
And when I lost her,
I promised myself retribution.
And for 25 years I planned my revenge
against the Federation,
and forgot what it was like
to live