- Certainly.
- Our engineering officer--
- Has been waiting...
in the briefing room for you,
sir, for over two hours.
Oh, dear.
If you’ll forgive me,
our communications officer--
I would be delighted
to have her as guide.
Forgive me again.
We'll rejoin you shortly.
Where the devil are they?
Probably looking up
haggis in the galley.
- They've been everywhere else.
- Sorry to have been delayed.
Jim, I would be the last
to advise you on your command image.
- I doubt that, Bones, but continue.
- Do I have to lay it out?
Practically the entire crew
has seen you...
treat this impostor
like the real thing...
when he can’t possibly
be the real article.
Lincoln died three centuries ago
hundreds of light-years away.
More that direction,
Engineer.
You're the science officer.
Why aren't you,
well, doing whatever a science
officer does at a time like this?
I am, Doctor.
I am observing the alien.
Well, at last! At least
somebody agrees he's an alien.
- Yes, of course, he's an alien.
- He's potentially dangerous.
Mad! Loony as
an Arcturian dog bird!
Gentlemen, as you know,
Mr. Spock and I
have been invited...
to beam down
to the planet surface with him.
- Any comments on that?
- Yes, a big one.
Suddenly, miraculously,
we see a small spot...
of earth-type
environment down there.
Now is it really there, or do we
Just think we see it down there?
You might beam down
into a sea of molten lava.
But why would he want
to kill only two of us?
It would be illogical.
With such abilities,
they could as easily trick us
into destroying the entire vessel.
Are you implying,
Mr. Spock,
that it's probably safe
to beam down there?
No, I'm not, Doctor.
There's no doubt they want us
down there for some hidden purpose.
Otherwise, they would have revealed
some logical reason for all of this.
Why Lincoln, Spock?
Any speculation on that?
Speculation is unnecessary,
Captain. The answer is clear.
President Lincoln has always been
a very personal hero to you.
What better way
to titillate your curiosity...
than to make him
come alive for you.
Not only to me, Spock.
Agreed. I, too,
experienced his charm.
It is a magnificent work
of duplication.
But he holds a special
involvement to you, Jim.
I think it's interesting,
inasmuch as you're the one...
who's gonna make the decision
whether to beam down or not.
Don't do it, Captain.
The very reason for
the existence of our starships...
is contact
with other life.
Although the method
is beyond our comprehension,
we have been offered contact.
Therefore,
I shall beam down.
Mr. Spock, as for you--
Captain, since I was
included in the invitation,
I must beam down with you.
- You're both out of your heads!
- Aye, sir.
And you're on the edge
of insubordination!
Would I be on the edge
of insubordination...
to remind the captain this smells
of something happening to him...
that I might not be able
to patch together again?
Aye!
Gentlemen, your concern
is noted and appreciated.
Mr. Spock, standard dress,
tricorders and phasers.
We will guide President Lincoln
to the transporter room.
We'll beam down
immediately.
Standing by, Mr. Scott.
Transporter Room to Bridge.
Standing by.
[Chekov] We are now
locked in synchronous orbit.
Sensors continue to show
the area...
as completely
earth-like in all respects.
If they’re wrong and they do beam
into a pool of lava--
Then they're dead men.
I could not pull them back in time.
All right, Mr. Scott,
energize.
[Transporter Humming]
Scotty.
[Wind Blowing]
[Spock]
Captain.
Our phasers and tricorders
did not beam down with us.
- [ Communicators Chirping ]
- Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise?
Enterprise, come in.
Kirk to Enterprise.
Enterprise, come in!
Undamaged, yet something
is preventing them from functioning.
Come in, Landing Party.
Report.
Enterprise to Captain Kirk.
Can you read us?
If they’re all right,
they should've reported in.
- Your