to myth,
the earth was created in six days.
Now Genesis will do it
in six minutes.
Really, Dr. McCoy, you must
govern your passions.
They will be
your undoing.
Logic suggests-
My God, the man's
talking about logic.
We're talking about
universal Armageddon.
You green-blooded,
inhuman-
Admiral, sensors indicate
a vessel in our area
closing fast.
What do you
make of her?
It's one of ours.
It's Reliant.
Reliant?
Try the emergency channels.
Picture, Mr. Saavik.
Slow to 1/2 impulse power.
Let's be friends.
Slowing to 1/2
impulse power.
Reliant
in our section.
This quadrant, sir,
and slowing.
Sir, may I quote
general order 1 2?
"When communications
have not been established-"
The Admiral is well aware
of the regulations.
Aye, sir.
Could their Comm system
have failed?
It would explain
many things.
They're requesting
communication, sir.
Let them eat static.
They're still running
with shields down.
Of course.
We are one big happy fleet.
Ah, Kirk,
my old friend.
Do you know
the Klingon proverb
that tells us
revenge is a dish
that is best served cold?
It is very cold in space.
This is damn peculiar.
Yellow alert.
Energize defense fields.
I'm getting
a voice message.
Their chambers coil is overloading
their Comm system.
Spock?
Scanning.
Their coil emissions
are normal.
They still haven't raised
their shields.
Raise ours.
Shields going up.
Lock phasers on target.
Locking phasers
on target.
Locking phasers.
Raise shields.
Fire!
Aah!
Get those shields up!
Trying, sir.
I can't get power.
Scotty!
Get off those channels!
Mr. Scott
on the screen.
I'm just
hanging on, sir.
The main energizer's out.
Try auxiliary power.
Aye, aye, sir.
Damage report.
They knew exactly
where to hit us.
Who? Who knew where
to hit us? And why?
One thing is certain.
We cannot escape
on auxiliary power.
Visual.
Sulu, divert power
to phasers.
Too late.
Hang on!
Scotty, what's left?
Just the battery, sir.
I can have auxiliary power
in a few minutes.
We don't have
a few minutes!
Can you give me
phaser power?
A few shots, sir.
Not enough against
their shields.
Who the hell are they?
Admiral, the Reliant's
commander is signaling.
He wishes to discuss
terms of our surrender.
Put it on screen.
Admiral.
Do it!
While we still have time.
On screen, sir.
Khan.
You still remember, Admiral.
I cannot help
but be touched.
I, of course,
remember you.
What's the meaning
of this attack?
Where's the crew
of the Reliant?
Surely, I have made
my meaning plain.
I mean to avenge myself
upon you, Admiral.
I deprived your ship
of power,
and when I swing around,
I mean to deprive you
of your life.
But I wanted you
to know first
who it was
who had beaten you.
Khan...
if it's me you want,
I'll have myself
beamed aboard.
Spare my crew.
I make you
a counterproposal.
I'll agree
to your terms if...
if...
in addition
to yourself,
you hand over to me
all data and material
regarding the project
called Genesis.
Genesis? What's that?
Don't insult
my intelligence, Kirk.
Give me time to recall
the data on our computers.
I give you
60 seconds, Admiral.
Clear the bridge.
At least we know he doesn't
have Genesis.
Keep nodding as though
I'm still giving orders.
Mr. Saavik,
punch up the data charts
of Reliant's
command console.
Reliant's Command?
Hurry.
The prefix code?
It's all we've got.
Chart's up, sir.
Admiral.
We're finding it.
Admiral.
Please. Please,
you've got to give us time.
The bridge is smashed.
The computer's inoperative.
Time is a luxury
you don't have, Admiral.
Damn!
Admiral?
It's coming through
now, Khan.
Reliant's prefix number
is 1 6309.
I don't understand.
You have to learn why things work
on a starship.
Each ship has its own
combination code...
to prevent an enemy from doing
what we're attempting.
We're using
our console
to order Reliant
to lower her shields.
Assuming he hasn't changed