that brings it in.
Now, don't be a prig.
2283.
Well, it takes this stuff
a while to ferment.
Here, give me.
Now, you open this one.
I'm almost afraid to.
What is it?
Klingon aphrodisiacs?
No.
Bones, this is...
charming.
For most patients
your age,
I'd recommend
Retinax 5.
I'm allergic
to Retinax.
Exactly. Cheers!
Cheers.
Ahh.
Happy birthday.
I don't know
what to say.
You could say thank you.
Thank you.
Damn it, Jim,
what the hell's the matter with you?
Why are we treating your birthday
like a funeral?
Bones, I don't want
to be lectured.
What the hell
do you want?
This is not about age,
and you know it.
It's about you flying
a goddamn computer console
when you want to be
out there hopping galaxies.
Spare me
your poetry.
We all have
assigned duties.
Bull!
You're hiding- hiding behind
rules and regulations.
From whom?
From yourself, Admiral.
Don't mince words, Bones.
What do you really think?
Jim, I'm your doctor,
and I'm your friend.
Get back your command.
Get it back
before you turn
into part
of this collection,
before you
really do grow old.
Starship Log:
Stardate 8130.4.
Log entry
by First Officer Pavel Chekov.
Starship Reliant on orbital approach
to Ceti Alpha VI
in connection
with Project Genesis.
We are searching
for a lifeless planet
to use as a test site
for the Genesis experiment.
So far, no success.
Standard orbit, please.
Mr. Beach, any change
in the surface scan?
Negative.
Limited atmosphere
dominated by kraylon gas,
sand, high-velocity winds.
incapable of supporting life forms.
Does it have to be
completely lifeless?
Have you found something?
We picked up
a minor energy flux
on one dynoscanner.
Damn. Are you sure?
Maybe the scanner's
out of adjustment.
I suppose it could be a particle
of preanimate matter
caught in the matrix.
Get on the Comm-pic
to Dr. Marcus.
Aye, sir.
Maybe it's something
we can transplant.
You know what she'll say.
Let me get this straight-
something you can transplant?
Yes, Doctor.
Something you can transplant?
I don't know.
But it may only be
preanimate matter.
Then again, it may not.
There can't be
so much as a microbe,
or the show's off.
Have a look.
If it can be moved-
You bet, Doctor.
we're on our way.
Well, don't have kittens.
Genesis will work.
They'll remember you
with Newton, Einstein, Surak.
Thanks. No respect
from my offspring.
Par for the course.
You teaming up
with me for bridge?
Maybe.
What is it?
Whenever we deal
with Starfleet,
I get nervous.
We are dealing
with something
that could be perverted
into a dreadful weapon.
Remember that overgrown Boy Scout
you hung around with?
Jim Kirk
was many things,
but he was never
a boy scout.
Captain Terrell,
standby to beam down.
Chekov,
are you sure
these are
the correct coordinates?
Captain, this is
the garden spot
of Ceti Alpha VI.
I can barely see it.
There's nothing here.
The tricorder
must be broken.
Chekov, over here.
Those look like
cargo carriers.
Hey, give me a hand.
What the hell happened?
If they crashed,
where's the rest
of the ship?
What the hell is that?
Botany Bay?
Botany Bay!
Oh, no!
We've got to leave now!
What about-
Never mind that. Hurry!
Chekov, what's wrong
with you?
Chekov?
Come on! Hurry!
Starship Reliant
to Captain Terrell.
This is Commander Kyle.
Will you please
respond, Captain?
Captain Terrell,
respond, please.
Let's give them
a little more time.
Khan.
I don't know you.
But you...
I never forget a face.
Mr...
Chekov.
Isn't it?
I never thought
to see your face again.
Chekov,
who is this man?
A criminal, Captain.
A product of 20th-century
genetic engineering.
What do you want?
I demand to be-
You are in a position
to demand nothing, sir.
I, on the other hand,
am in a position
to grant nothing.
What you see
is all that remains
of the ship's company
and crew
of the Botany Bay,
marooned here 15 years ago
by Captain