kid. How old are you?
-Seventeen, sir.
-Oh, good, he's 17.
Doctor.
Mr Chekov is correct.
I can confirm his telemetry.
If Mr Sulu is able
to manoeuvre us into position,
I can beam aboard Nero's ship,
steal back the black hole device
and, if possible,
bring back Captain Pike.
I won't allow you to do that, Mr Spock.
Romulans and Vulcans
share a common ancestry.
Our cultural similarities
will make it easier for me
to access the ship's computer
to locate the device.
Also, my mother was human,
which makes Earth
the only home I have left.
Then I'm coming with you.
I would cite Regulation,
but I know you will simply ignore it.
See? We are
getting to know each other.
Prepare the drill.
All stop in three, two, one.
Give me one-quarter impulse burst
for five seconds.
I'll do the rest with thrusters.
On my mark.
-Aye.
-Fire.
Transporter Room.
We are in position above Titan.
Really? Fine job, Mr Sulu. Well done.
-How are we, Scotty?
-Unbelievably, sir, the ship is in position.
Whatever happens, Mr Sulu,
if you think you have
the tactical advantage,
you fire on that ship, even if we're still
onboard. That's an order.
Yes, sir.
Otherwise we'll contact the Enterprise
when we're ready to be beamed back.
Good luck.
-I will be back.
-You better be.
-I'll be monitoring your frequency.
-Thank you, Nyota.
-So her first name's Nyota?
-I have no comment on the matter.
Okey-dokey, then,
if there's any common sense
in the design of the enemy ship,
I should be putting you
somewhere in the Cargo Bay.
-Shouldn't be a soul in sight.
-Energise.
Captain, we have Starfleet officers
aboard the ship.
-One of them is Vulcan.
-No.
Ayel!
I'll cover you.
-Are you certain?
-Yeah, I got you.
Do you know where it is?
The black hole device.
And Captain Pike.
Move!
They have activated the drill.
Communication and transport
are inoperative.
Sulu, please tell me you have them.
Otherwise we won't be able
to beam them back.
Kirk and Spock are on their own now.
I foresee a complication.
The design of their ship is far
more advanced than I had anticipated.
Voice print and face recognition
analysis enabled.
Welcome back, Ambassador Spock.
Wow, that's weird.
Computer, what is
your manufacturing origin?
Stardate 2387. Commissioned
by the Vulcan Science Academy.
It appears that you have been keeping
important information from me.
You're gonna be able
to fly this thing, right?
Something tells me I already have.
-Good luck.
-Jim.
The statistical likelihood that our plan
will succeed is less than 4.3%.
-It'll work.
-In the event that I do not return,
-please tell Lieutenant Uhura...
-Spock!
It'll work.
Fascinating.
Start-up sequence initiated.
Nero, order your men to disable the drill
or I will...
I know your face from Earth's history.
James Т. Kirk was considered
to be a great man.
He went on to captain
the U.S.S. Enterprise.
But that was another life.
A life I will deprive you of,
just like I did your father.
Captain Nero. The Vulcan ship has been
taken. The drill has been destroyed.
Spock!
Spock!
-Open a channel.
-Yes, sir!
Spock. I knew I should have killed you
when I had the chance.
I hereby confiscate
this illegally obtained ship
and order you to surrender your vessel.
-No terms. No deals.
-That ship, take it out.
Sir, if you ignite the red matter,
-you'll destroy...
-I want Spock dead now!
-He went to warp, sir.
-Go after him!
Yes, sir!
Your species is even weaker
than I expected.
-I can't...
-You can't what?
You can't even speak.
-What?
-I got your gun.
What's he doing?
Ambassador Spock,
you are on a collision course.
Fire everything!
Incoming missiles. If the ship is hit,
the red matter will be ignited.
Understood.
Captain, I've picked up another ship!
-What are you doing here?
-Just following orders.
Enterprise, now!
Nice timing,