Federation Starship approaching.
- Bring me up.
Grissom, this is Enterprise calling.
Do you read?
Grissom, this is Enterprise
calling. Please come in.
Battle Alert!
Grissom, this is Enterprise.
Admiral Kirk calling Captain
Esteban or Lieutenant Saavik.
- Report status.
- We are cloaked.
Enemy closing on impulse power.
Range five thousand kellicams.
Good! This is just the turn of luck
I have been waiting for.
- Nothing on my scanner, sir.
- Short-range scan, Mr Chekhov.
Put it on visual, Mr Sulu.
Range three thousand kellicams.
Steady. Continue on impulse power.
Range two thousand kellicams.
Stand by to transfer energy
to weapons.
At my command.
There! That distortion, see it?
Yes, sir. it’s getting larger
as we close in.
Firing range, sir.
Gunner:
Target engine only - Understood?
Understood clearly, sir.
- Opinion, Mr Sulu.
- I think it's an energy surge.
- Enough energy to hide a ship?
- A cloaking device.
Red Alert, Mr Scott.
One thousand kellicams and closing.
All power to the weapons systems.
Wait. Wait.
No shields?
If my guess is right, they'll have to
de-cloak before they can fire.
May all your guesses be right.
- Klingon Bird of Prey. Arming.
- Fire, Mr Scott!
Good shooting, Mr Scott.
Precautionary, Mr. Chekhov, shields up.
Aye, sir!
Emergency power to the thrusters!
- Sir, the shield's non-responsive.
- Scotty?
The automation system's overloaded.
I didn't expect combat, you know.
Fire!
Emergency power.
Prepare to return fire.
Mr Scott, can you transfer power
to phaser banks?
I don't think so. They've
knocked out the automation centre.
- I’ve got no control over anything.
- Mr Sulu?
Nothing, sir.
So...we're a sitting duck.
Ready to fire emergency tube.
Why haven't they finished us?
They outgun me ten to one!
My Lord. The enemy commander
wishes a truce to confer.
Put them on screen.
This is Admiral James T. Kirk of
the Federation Starship Enterprise.
- The Genesis Commander himself.
- A violation of treaty...
..between the Federation
and the Klingon Empire,
..your presence here
is an act of war.
You have two minutes to surrender
your crew and your vessel...
- ..or we will destroy you.
- He's hiding something.
We may have dealt him
a more serious blow than I thought.
- How can you tell that?
- I trust my instincts.
Admiral Kirk,
this is your opponent speaking.
Don't lecture me
about treaty violations!
in creating an ultimate weapon,
the Federation has become criminals!
it is not I who will surrender,
it is you!
On the planet below,
I have three prisoners
from the team who developed
your doomsday weapon.
If you don't surrender, I’ll execute
them as enemies of galactic peace!
Who is this?
How dare you take prisoners?
Who I am is not important.
That I have them is.
You may speak to them.
- Admiral, this is Lieutenant Saavik.
- Saavik!
- is David with you?
- Yes, and someone else.
A Vulcan scientist
of your acquaintance.
This...Vulcan...
is he alive?
He is not himself, but he lives.
He's subject to rapid ageing,
like this unstable planet.
Hello, sir, it's David.
I’m sorry I’m late.
I should've known you'd come.
it’s true, this planet is unstable.
it’s going to destroy itself
within hours.
David, what went wrong?
- I went wrong.
- I don't understand.
I’m sorry, sir. Just don't surrender.
Genesis doesn't work. I can't believe
they'd kill us for it.
Admiral, your friend is mistaken,
I meant what I said.
And to show that my intentions are
sincere, I shall kill one prisoner.
Wait! Give me a chance to talk...
Kill one of them.
I don't care which.
Saavik..?
David..?
Admiral... David is dead.
You Klingon bastard,
you've killed my son.
Klingon bastard,
you've killed my son!
You Klingon bastard!
There are two more prisoners,
Admiral.
Do you want them killed, too?
Surrender your vessel.
All right. All right, damn you.
All right.
Give me a minute to inform my crew.
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