to wonderland.
- It's true!
- Yes, it is.
I'm glad you're here, but you picked
a hell of a time to drop in.
- Is this real?
- Yes, take a look.
- Storage tanks for your whales.
- They're gone.
- Gone?
- They were taken last night.
- They're in Alaska by now.
- Damn!
- But you can go find them, right?
- I can't go anywhere.
- What kind of a spaceship is this?
- It's a spaceship with a missing man.
- Full power has been restored.
- Thank you, Mr Spock.
Doctor, welcome aboard.
- Admiral, are you there?
- Uhura, what's wrong?
I've located Chekov. They're
taking him to emergency surgery.
- Where?
- Mercy Hospital.
- The Mission District.
- His condition is critical.
He's not expected to survive.
Let me go in there. Don't leave him
in the hands of 20th-century medicine.
I suggest that Dr McCoy is correct.
We must help Chekov.
- Is that the logical thing to do?
- No, but it is the human thing to do.
Right. Will you help us?
- How?
- We'll have to look like physicians.
We'll try down here. You check there.
- What's the matter?
- Kidney dialysis.
Dialysis?
What is this, the Dark Ages?
Here, swallow that.
If you have any problems, call me.
Here, I've got it.
Let's go.
He's being held in the security corridor
one flight up. His condition is critical.
Excuse me, we'll take that.
Hold the door. Emergency.
I was there. I heard the whole thing.
Weintraub said radical chemotherapy.
- What about Gottlieb?
- He talked about image therapy.
- Unbelievable!
- You have a different view?
- It sounds like the Spanish inquisition.
- Bad day.
- Out of the way.
- We have orders...
Damn it! This is an acute case
of upper-abdominal distension.
Get out of the way!
- What did you say she's got?
- Cramps.
You aren't masked!
Who are these people?
- I don't know.
- What are you doing?
- Tearing of the meningeal artery.
- What's your degree in, dentistry?
How do you explain slow pulse,
low respiratory rate and coma?
- A funduscopic examination...
- ..is unrevealing.
An evacuation of the haematoma
will relieve the pressure.
Drilling holes in his head is not the
answer. The artery must be repaired.
Put away your butcher knives
and let me save this patient.
- I'll have you removed.
- Such unprofessional behaviour...
- Into that little room.
- What is that? A gun?
- What is this?
- I've no idea.
He melted the lock.
We're dealing with medievalism here.
Chemotherapy!
Funduscopic examinations!
Chekov, wake up.
Pavel, can you hear me?
- He's coming around.
- Pavel, talk to me.
Name? Rank?
Chekov, Pavel.
Rank: Admiral.
- How's the patient?
- He's going to make it.
- You came in with a she.
- One little mistake.
Get us out of here.
They've taken the patient.
Hold it!
- Not now, Pavel.
- Hold it.
The doctor gave me a pill
and I grew a new kidney.
It's fully functional!
Freeze.
- Where would the whales be by now?
- Do you have a chart?
- Just give me the radio frequency.
- What? I'm coming with you.
- Our next stop is the 23rd century.
- So, I've got nobody here.
- I've got to help those whales.
- I've got no time to argue.
- The radio frequency, please.
- 401 megahertz.
Thank you... for everything.
Scotty, beam me up.
Surprise.
- Spock, where the hell's the power?
- One damn minute, Admiral.
I'm trying to remember how
this worked. I got used to a Huey.
- You tricked me.
- You need me.
- Take a seat.
- Now, Mr Sulu.
What was that?
Cloaking device is stable.
All systems normal.
Maintaining impulse climb.
Wing: five by zero. Helm: steady.
Advise reaching 10,000.
Steer 310.
Uhura, scan for the whales.
401 megahertz.
10,000, Admiral.
Full impulse power.
310 to the Bering Sea.
ETA: 12 minutes.
- Are the whale tanks secure?
- Aye, but we're beaming up 400 tons.
It's not just the whales, it's the water.
Yes, of course.
- Any contact?
- Negative.
- You appear to have a problem.
- Your perception is correct.
In order to return us