one thing,
we can't afford
to keep feeding them
2 tons of shrimp
per day.
How soon?
Soon.
It's too bad, too,
because they're
quite friendly,
as you could see.
I've grown
quite attached to them.
And now here's
a much better way
to see George and Gracie-
underwater.
What you're hearing
is recorded whale song.
It's sung by the male.
He'll sing anywhere
from 6 to 30 minutes
and then start again.
Other whales
pick up his song
and pass it on.
The songs change every year,
and we still don't know
what purpose they serve.
Are they some kind
of navigational signal?
Could they be part
of the mating ritual?
Or is it pure communication
beyond our comprehension?
Frankly, we just
don't know yet.
Maybe he's singing
to that man.
Look, there's a guy
swimming in there.
How did he get in there?
What the hell?
Excuse me. Wait right here.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.
Who the hell are you?
What were you
doing in there?
Yes, speak up.
Attempting the hell
to communicate.
Communicate what?
You have no right here!
You heard the lady.
Admiral, if we assumed
these whales are ours
to do with as we please,
we'd be
as guilty as those
who caused their extinction.
O.K.
I don't know what's going on,
but get out now,
or I call the cops.
That's not necessary.
We're trying to help.
Your friend was messing up
my tanks and my whales.
They like you,
but they're not your whales.
They told you that?
The hell they did.
Right.
Spock.
Yes?
About those
colorful metaphors
that we've discussed...
you shouldn't
try using them anymore.
Why not?
You haven't quite
got the knack of it.
I see.
It's not always necessary
to tell the truth.
I cannot tell a lie.
I don't mean lie,
but you could exaggerate.
Exaggerate?
Exaggerate.
You've done it before.
Can't you remember?
The hell I can't.
What else did you learn
from your mind meld?
They're unhappy about
the way their species
has been treated by man.
Are they going to help us?
I believe I successfully
communicated our intentions.
It's all right.
Yes, I know.
They didn't mean any harm.
Heard there was some excitement.
Oh, just a couple of kooks.
How you doing?
I'm fine.
Don't tell me fish stories.
I've known you too long.
Bob, it's tearing me apart, o. k.?
I know.
I feel the same thing,
but we're stuck.
We can't keep them
without risking their lives.
Letting them go means
taking the same chance.
I know, I know.
Besides, we're not
talking about human beings.
Their intelligence
has never been proven-
Oh, come on, Bob!
My compassion for someone
is not limited
to my estimate of
their intelligence.
Team leader, this is team two.
Come in, please.
I have the coordinates
of the reactor.
Team two, Kirk here.
Admiral, we have found
the nuclear vessel.
Well done, team two.
And, Admiral,
it is the Enterprise.
Understood.
What's your plan?
We'll beam in tonight,
collect the photons,
and beam out.
No one will know.
Understood and approved.
Keep me informed.
Kirk out.
There she is.
If we play our cards right,
we'll find out when
those whales are leaving.
How will playing cards help?
Well, if it isn't
Robin Hood and Friar Tuck.
Where you fellas heading?
Back to San Francisco.
Came all the way down here
just to swim with the kiddies?
Very little point
in my trying to explain.
I'll buy that. What about him?
Him? He's harmless.
Back in the sixties,
he was part of the free speech
movement at Berkeley.
He did too much LDS.
LDS?
Hmm.
Why don't you let me
give you a lift?
I have a weakness
for hard luck cases.
We don't want to be any trouble.
You've already been that.
Well, thank you very much.
Don't mention it.
And don't try anything.
I got a tire iron handy.
So...you were at Berkeley?
I was not.
Memory problems, too.
Where are you from?
Iowa.
Oh, a landlubber.
What were you guys
really trying to do back there?
If it was some kind
of macho thing,
I'll be real