advise.
Roger, Starfleet.
Six, five, four, three, two, one...
Hold the image. Hold!
Behold the quintessential devil
in these matters: James T. Kirk.
He murdered a Klingon crew
and stole their vessel.
But here is the real plot.
While we negotiated peace, Kirk
was developing the Genesis torpedo.
It was conceived by Kirk's son,
and tested by the Admiral himself.
This energy created what is called,
euphemistically, the Genesis Planet.
A base from which to launch
the annihilation of the Klingon people.
We demand the extradition of Kirk.
We demand justice.
Klingon justice
is a unique point of view.
Genesis was perfectly named.
The creation of life, not death.
The Klingons shed the first blood,
attempting to possess its secrets.
Vulcans are the intellectual puppets
of this Federation.
Klingons destroyed U.S.S. Grissom.
Your men killed Kirk's son.
- Do you deny these events?
- We deny nothing.
- We must preserve our race.
- By committing murder?
Silence!
There will be no further outbursts
from the floor.
I have come to speak
on behalf of the accused.
Personal bias.
His son was saved by Kirk.
Mr Ambassador,
the Council's deliberations are over.
Kirk goes unpunished?
Admiral Kirk has been charged
with violating Starfleet regulations.
Starfleet regulations?
That's outrageous!
Remember this well: There shall be
no peace as long as Kirk lives.
Captain's log, stardate 8390.
Three months of Vulcan exile.
Dr McCoy decided upon a name
for our captured Klingon vessel.
Like the mutineers of 500 years ago,
we, too, have a hard choice to make.
Dr McCoy, Mr Scott, Uhura,
Chekov, Sulu...
Aye, sir.
The commander and the crew
of the late Starship Enterprise
have voted to return to Earth,
to face the consequences of their
actions in the rescue of Capt. Spock.
Thank you all.
Repair stations, please.
Mr Scott, how soon
can we be underway?
One more day.
Damage control is easy.
Reading Klingon is hard.
It's bad enough
to be court-martialled,
but to have to go home
in this Klingon flea trap...
This flea trap has a cloaking device
that cost us a lot.
Computer, resume testing.
T'plana-Hath,
matron of Vulcan philosophy.
What is the molecular formula
of aluminium sulphite crystal?
Queen takes knight, rook takes
queen, pawn takes rook. Checkmate.
Correct.
The universal
atmospheric compensator.
- Identify object.
- Klingon mummification glyph.
What historic event took place
on Earth in 1987?
- What is Kiri-Kin-Tha's first law?
- Nothing unreal exists.
Adjust this sine wave so that
antineutrons can pass through it.
What is Gadolinium?
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
- I do not understand the question.
- What is it, Spock?
- I do not understand, Mother.
- You're half human.
- The computer knows that.
- The question is irrelevant.
The retraining of your mind
has been in the Vulcan way.
You may not understand feelings...
but as my son, you have them.
As you wish,
since you deem them of value.
But I cannot wait here
to find them... I must go to Earth.
- To offer testimony.
- You do this for friendship.
- I do it because I was there.
Spock...Does the good of the many
outweigh the good of the one?
I would accept that as an axiom
Then you stand here alive
because of a mistake
made by your flawed,
feeling, human friends.
They have sacrificed their futures
because they believed
that the good of the one, you,
was more important to them.
- Humans make illogical decisions.
- They do indeed.
Here it comes now.
- What's causing that?
- A powerful amplification wave.
- Can we isolate the wave?
- No, it's impacting on our systems.
Yellow alert. Shields up.
Reduce closing speed.
- Thrusters have been neutralised.
- Emergency thrusters.
No response.
Emergency lights.
- Damage report?
- Systems down. Reserve power only.
Starfleet Command, this is Saratoga.
Can you hear me?
Come in, please.
Thank you, sir.
- Status report, Admiral.
- Not good,