whatever fleet we end up
serving. Best speed to Genesis.
I am Saavik. Can you speak?
The Genesis Wave. His cells
could have been regenerated.
Captain, this is Saavik.
Come in, please.
- Yes, Saavik, go ahead.
- We have found the life sign.
It is a Vulcan child, perhaps eight
to ten Earth years of age.
- A child?! How did he get there?
- It is Dr Marcus' opinion that...
..that the Genesis effect has in some
way regenerated...Captain Spock.
Saavik, that's...extraordinary.
What would you like to do next?
Request permission
to beam aboard immediately.
Does Dr Marcus thinkthere's any
chance of radioactive contamination?
- No.
- None that he can detect, sir.
I'm going to advise Starfleet
and get instructions.
- I'm sure Starfleet would approve.
- But let's do it by the book.
Standby on this channel. Go.
Starfleet Command, this is
USS Grissom on coded channel 98.8.
Come in, please.
Sir, something is jamming
our transmission. An energy surge.
Locate!
Sir, it's from astern!
Oh, my God.
Gunner... Target engine only.
- Captain, what is happening?
- We're under attack!
Stand by for evasive.
Fire.
I wanted prisoners!
A lucky shot, sir...
Animal!
- Sir, may I suggest...
- Say the wrong thing, Torg!
There are life signs on the planet.
Perhaps the very scientists you seek.
- Saavik calling Grissom...
- Very good.
Grissom, this is Saavik on emergency
frequency. Come in, please.
What happened to them?
It would seem the Grissom was
destroyed by an enemy attack.
We must go.
They will soon come after us.
Estimating Genesis,
2.9 hours present speed.
- Can we hold speed, Scotty?
- Aye, she's got her second wind now.
- Scan for vessels in pursuit.
- Scanning. Indications negative.
Did I get it right?
Great, Bones, just great.
It's time for total truth between us.
This planet is not what you intended
or hoped for, is it?
Not exactly.Don't grieve, Admiral.
It is logical.
The needs of the many outweigh...
..the needs of the few.
Or the one.
I have been and always
shall be your friend.
Live long and prosper.
We are assembled here today to pay
final respects to our honoured dead.
This death takes place
in the shadow of new life,
the sunrise of a new world.
A world that our beloved comrade
gave his life to protect.
He did not feel this sacrifice
a vain or empty one.
Of my friend, I can only say this:
of all the souls I have encountered
in my travels,
his was the most...
..human.
Honours. Hup!
Space, the final frontier.
These are the continuing voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.
Her ongoing mission
to explore strange new worlds.
To seek out new lifeforms
and new civilisations.
To boldly go...
..where no man has gone before.
USS Enterprise,
Captain's Personal Log.
With most of our battle damage
repaired, we're almost home.
Yet I feel uneasy.
And I wonder why.
Perhaps it is the emptiness
of this vessel.
Most of our trainee crew
has been reassigned.
Lieutenant Saavik
and my son David
are exploring the Genesis planet,
which he helped create.
And Enterprise feels like a house
with all the children gone.
No, more empty even than that.
The death of Spock
is like an open wound.
It seems that I've left the noblest
part of myself back there...
..on that newborn planet.
- Status, Mr Sulu.
- On course, Admiral.
Estimating space dock in 2.1 hours.
Very well. Mr Chekov,
I'll need a pre-approach scan.
- Take the science station, please.
- Yes, sir.
Uhura... Any response from Starfleet
on our Project Genesis enquiries?
- No, sir, there is no response.
- That's very odd.
- Scotty, progress report.
- It's almost done, sir.
You'll be fully automated
by the time we dock.
Excellent timing. You fixed the barn
door after the horse has come home.
How much refit time
till we can take her out again?
Eight weeks, sir. But you don't have
eight weeks, so I'll do it in two.
Have you always multiplied your
repair estimates by a factor of four?.