mysticism.
You don't have to believe.
I’m not even sure that I believe.
But if there's even a chance
that Spock has an eternal soul...
- ..then it's my responsibility.
- Yours?
As surely as if it were my very own.
Give me back the Enterprise.
With Scotty's help I could...
The Enterprise would never stand
the pounding, and you know it!
- Then I’ll hire a ship.
- Out of the question, my friend.
The Council has ordered that no one
but the science team goes to Genesis.
Your life and your career stand for
rationality, not intellectual chaos.
Keep up this emotional behavior
and you'll lose everything.
You'll destroy yourself.
Do you understand me, Jim?
I hear you.
I had to try.
Of course.
- Thanks for the drink.
- Any time.
- The word, sir?
- The word...
..is no.
I am therefore going anyway.
- You can count on our help, sir.
- Shall I alert Dr McCoy?
Please. He has a long journey
ahead of him.
Long time, Doc.
Yeah. Anybody been looking for me?
I have, but what's the use?
What will it be?
- .
- That's not your usual poison.
To expect one to order poison
in a bar is not logical.
Altair water
Got it.
To your planet, welcome.
- I think that's my line, stranger.
- Oh, forgive.
I here am new. But you are known,
being McCoy from Enterprise.
- You have me at a disadvantage, sir.
- I name not important.
You seek l. Message received.
Available ship stands by.
How much and how soon?
How soon is now. How much is where.
- Somewhere in the Mutara Sector.
- Oh, Mutara restricted!
Take permits many. Money more.
There aren't going to be
any damn permits!
How can you get a permit
to do a damn illegal thing?
Look... Price you name, money I got!
Place you name, money I name,
otherwise bargain, no.
All right, dame it! Genesis. The name
of the place we're going is Genesis!
Genesis?!
Yes, Genesis! How can you be deaf
with ears like that?
Genesis allowed is not!
it’s planet forbidden!
Look, my backward friend. Genesis
may be planet forbidden, but I’m...
Sir, I’m sorry. You don't want to be
discussing this subject in public.
I’ll discuss what I like!
And who in the hell are you?!
Would you like
a ride home, Dr McCoy?
if I wanted a ride home, would l
be trying to charter a space flight?
How in the hell
do you know who I am?
Federation Security, sir.
You're going to get
a nice long rest, Doctor.
Saavik to Grissom. We are definitely
reading a second life form.
We concur.
Proceed with caution, Saavik.
What the hell is going on down there?
Be quick, Admiral. They're moving
him to the Federation 'Funny Farm'.
Yes, poor friend.
I hear he's fruity as a nut cake.
Two minutes.
Jim!
- How many fingers do I have up?
- That's not very damn funny.
- Your sense of humor has returned.
- The hell it has. What's that?
- Lexorin.
- Lexorin? What for?
You're suffering from
a Vulcan mind-meld, Doctor.
That green-blooded son-of-a-bitch.
it’s his revenge for
all those arguments he lost.
Let me see your hand.
This will make you well
enough to travel.
- Where's Admiral Kirk?
- With the prisoner.
Get him quickly. Commander,
Starfleet, wants him right away.
Keeping you busy?
Don't get smart, Tiny.
- Admiral, Starfleet...
- This man's sick. Look.
Side elevator.
Agents on their way up.
Don't call me Tiny.
Unit Two, this is unit One.
The Kobayashi Maru has set sail
for the promised land.
Message acknowledged.
All units will be informed.
You're taking me
to the promised land?
What are friends for?
Mr. Scott... Calling it a night?
- Yes, sir.
- Turning in myself.
Looking forward to breaking some of
Enterprise's speed records tomorrow.
Good night.
- Level, please.
- Transporter Room.
- Thank you.
- Up your shaft!
Roger, Old City Station
at 22.00 hours. All is well.
Understood. All stations clear.
You amaze me, Commander.
A 20-year space veteran, you choose
the worst duty station in town.
I mean, look at this place!
This is the hind end of space.
Peace