don't want to go,
but I can't help myself.
[Fanfare]
Gentle spacemen,
we are eternally
in your debt.
We've some
trifles for you.
They're tokens
of our gratitude.
They stem from the source
of our inspiration.
To our noble captain,
the shield
carried by Pericles,
as a symbol of
gallant leadership.
To our silent and
cerebral Mr. Spock,
this kithara
to pluck music,
to soothe his
ever-active brow.
And lastly,
to the physician Dr. McCoy,
who saved Platonius
and my spouse,
this ancient collection
of Greek cures,
penned by
Hippocrates himself.
Has the Enterprise
been released yet?
Captain, wait.
I know what
you're thinking.
My humble apologies.
You were badly used.
In my own defense,
allow me to say
that my illness was more disturbing
that I myself realized.
I'm sure that you, too,
have been out of sorts
and have been driven to
fits of temper and rage.
Unlike you, however,
what I think and feel,
whether for good or ill,
is instantly translated
into reality.
So please, find it in your heart
to forgive me.
Certainly.
Has the Enterprise
been released yet?
It will be shortly.
Then good day.
Thank you for the presents.
Not at all.
But there is
one final request.
After my nearly
fatal infection,
it has become
obvious to us all
we cannot afford to be
without a physician.
Therefore we should like you,
Dr. McCoy, to remain.
I'm very sorry,
but that's impossible.
Your duties will be
extraordinarily light.
You'll be free to read,
meditate, conduct research,
whatever you like.
You'll want for nothing.
The answer is no.
We'd like to
keep it cordial,
but we are determined
to have you stay, Doctor.
Dr. McCoy
saved your life.
I am losing
patience, Captain.
And you consider yourself
Plato's disciple?
We manage to live
in peace and harmony.
Whose harmony,
yours?
Plato wanted truth
and beauty
and above all justice.
My dear Mr. Spock,
I admit that circumstances
have forced us
to make a few adaptations
of Plato,
but ours is the most democratic
society conceivable.
Anyone can,
at any moment,
be or do anything
he wishes,
even to becoming
ruler of Platonius
if his mind
is strong enough.
And if it isn't,
he gets torn apart
like Alexander.
Come now.
We aren't children.
In your culture, justice
is the will of the stronger.
It is forced upon people by means
of weapons and space fleets.
Our justice is the will
of the stronger mind,
and l, for one, consider it
a vast improvement.
We don't use weapons for the kind
of brutality you practice.
Farewell, Captain.
Come on, Doctor.
McCoy.
I can't move, Jim.
They're going to keep me here
no matter what.
Leave, please.
No. You're the doctor.
They don't want
to force you.
They need
your good will.
Captain, go while
you still can.
We're not leaving
until McCoy is released.
This isn't the Enterprise.
You aren't in command.
Why discuss it?
Get rid of them.
No, my dear.
That might offend the good doctor.
You wish to stay?
By all means.
You can help us celebrate
our anniversary.
In the process, I hope we can
persuade you to join our republic.
You won't persuade me.
I think we will.
" I'm Tweedledee
He's Tweedledum "
" Two spacemen
marching to a drum "
" We slither among
the mimsey toves "
" And gyre among
the borogoves "
You're not staying,
McCoy.
No matter
what he tries--
Being your slave...
what should I do
but tend upon the hours...
and times...
of your desire?
I have no precious time
at all to spend,
nor service to do,
till you--
Stop it!
Don't do this
to him, Parmen!
McCoy...
no matter
what he makes me...
say or do...
the answer's...no.
Ohh!
No, Parmen!
Stop it!
Well, Doctor?
I have my orders.
As you wish, Doctor.
Uhh...
Is this...
your utopia,
your grand vision
of the future?
You don't--
Aah!
We've had enough
or your moralizing.
And we've had
enough of yours.
I'll never stay here.
You'll be happy to stay.
It takes time,