one of the rarest book
collections in the galaxy,
spanning centuries.
Be comfortable, gentlemen.
Help yourselves to brandy.
Do we trust him?
It would seem logical
to do so for the moment.
Well, I'll need two hours to process
that ryetalyn into antitoxin.
If that ryetalyn isn't here
in one hour,
we'll go prospecting, right over
Mr. Flint if necessary.
This is the most splendid private
collection of art I've ever seen,
and the most unique:
the majority are the works of
Leonardo da Vinci, Renaissance period:
some of the works of
Reginald Pollack, 20th century,
and even a sten
from Marcus Two.
- At last I have seen other humans.
- Other men.
- One is not human.
- The Vulcan.
Oh, so that is a Vulcan.
I would like to discuss
sub-dimensional physics with him.
You've taught me all you know in
the area and you say Vulcan’s know more.
Even he is not your
intellectual equal, nor mine.
- Let me meet them.
- They are selfish, brutal,
a part of the human community
which I rejected...
and from which
I've shielded you.
Soon they will be gone.
Let me meet them!
Rayna.
Have you been lonely?
What is loneliness?
It is thirst.
It is a flower
dying in the desert.
Flint, don't take this
opportunity away from me.
It's so exciting.
Exciting? You have never
made a demand of me before.
I'm sorry.
Do not be sorry.
It might be interesting.
Saurian brandy,
1 00 years old.
-Jim?
- Please.
Mr. Spock, I know
you won't have one.
Heaven forbid those
mathematically perfect brain waves...
be corrupted by this
all-too-human vice.
Thank you, Doctor.
I will have a brandy.
Do you think the two of us
can handle a drunk Vulcan?
Once alcohol hits
that green blood--
If I appear distracted,
it is because of what I have seen.
I am close to experiencing
an unaccustomed emotion.
I'll drink to that.
- What emotion?
- Envy.
None of these da Vinci paintings has
ever been catalogued or reproduced.
They are unknown works,
all apparently authentic...
to the last brush stroke
and use of materials.
As undiscovered da Vinci’s,
they would be priceless.
Would be? You mean
you think they're fakes?
Most strange. A man of Flint's
obvious wealth and impeccable taste...
scarcely needs
to hang fakes.
Yet my tricorder analysis
indicates...
that the canvas
and pigments used...
are of
contemporary origin.
Well, this could be
what it seems to be,
or it could be a cover, a setup,
or even an illusion.
Well, that could explain the paintings:
similar to the real thing.
Spock, at your
earliest opportunity,
take a full tricorder reading
of our host.
See if he's human.
- Kirk to Enterprise. Mr. Scott?
-Aye, Captain.
Mr. Scott, run a full
computer check...
on Mr. Flint and on this planet,
Holberg 91 7G.
Stand by with your results.
I'll contact.
-Aye, sir.
- Kirk out.
Well, let's enjoy this brandy.
It tastes real.
Easy.
Bones.
Ryetalyn, ready to be processed
into antitoxin.
[Kirk]Beam up to the ship
and start processing.
That will not be necessary,
Captain.
M-4 can prepare
the ryetalyn for inoculation...
more quickly in my laboratory
than you could aboard your ship.
I would like to
supervise that.
And when you are satisfied
as to procedures,
I hope you will do me the honor
of being my guests at dinner.
Thank you, Mr. Flint.
I don't think we have the time.
I regret
my earlier inhospitality.
Let me make amends.
Gentlemen,
may I present Rayna.
I thought you lived alone.
I meant there are no others
besides my family.
Dr. McCoy.
Mr. Spock.
Mr. Spock, I do hope
we can find a moment...
to discuss field density and its
relationship to gravity phenomena.
Indeed.
I would appreciate such a talk.
It is an interest of mine.
Captain Kirk.
- Captain Kirk.
- Rayna.
Her parents were killed in
an accident while in my employ.
Before dying, they placed their infant,
Rayna Kapec, in my custody.
I have raised
and educated her.
With most impressive results,