Why?
How do we know
he didn't invent the thing?
Yeah.
Sure you won't
change your mind?
Is there something wrong
with the one I have?
A little joke.
Bye, old friend.
Wait a minute!
How did you know
Gracie's pregnant?
Nobody knows that.
Gracie does.
I'll be right here.
What, he'll just hang
around the bushes
while we eat?
It's his way.
Do you trust me?
Implicitly.
A large mushroom, pepperoni
with extra onions,
and Michelob, please.
O.K. Great choice.
And you, sir?
Make that two.
Thank you.
Well... how did
a nice girl like you
get to be
a cetacean biologist?
Just lucky, I guess.
You're upset about
losing the whales,
aren't you?
You're very perceptive.
How will that
be done exactly?
They'll be flown
in a special 747 to Alaska
and released there.
That's the last
you'll see of them?
See, yes,
but we'll tag them
with radio transmitters
so that we can
keep tabs on them.
You know,
I could take those
whales somewhere...
where they'd
never be hunted.
You can't even get yourself
from Sausalito
to San Francisco
without a lift.
If you have a low opinion
a my abilities,
how come we're
having dinner?
Sucker for hard luck cases.
Ha ha ha.
Cheers.
Besides...
why are you traveling
with that ditzy guy
who knows
Gracie's pregnant
and calls you admiral?
Where could you take them?
Hmm?
My whales.
Where would they be safe?
It's not so much
a place as a time.
The time would have
to be right now.
Why right now?
No humpback
born in captivity
has ever survived.
The problem is
they won't be
that much safer at sea
because of all the hunting
this time of year.
So you see,
that, as they say, is that.
Damn.
What is that?
What's what?
You have a pocket pager.
Are you a doctor?
What is it?
I said don't call me.
Sorry, Admiral.
We thought you should know.
They're beaming them in now.
O.K., tell them
phasers on stun.
Good luck. Kirk out.
You want to try it
from the top?
Why don't you tell me
when those whales
are leaving?
Who are you?
Who do you think?
Don't tell me.
You're from outer space.
No, I'm from Iowa.
I only work in outer space.
Well, I was close.
I knew outer space would
come into this sometime.
The truth?
I'm all ears.
O.K.
The truth.
I am from what
on your calendar
would be the late
23rd century.
I've come back in time...
to bring two humpback whales
with me,
in an attempt to...
repopulate the species.
Well, why didn't you
just say so?
I mean, why all
the coy disguises?
You want the details?
I wouldn't miss this
for all the tea in China.
When are those whales
being released?
O.K.
What the hell?
Your friend was right.
Gracie's not only pregnant,
she is very pregnant,
and at noon tomorrow,
in what is sure to be
a media circus,
the whales get shipped out.
Noon tomorrow?
Are we leaving?
Come on.
We haven't much time.
Make that to go.
Who gets the bad news?
Don't they use money
in the 23rd century?
Well, we don't.
Now hear this.
Smoking lamp is out
while transferring fuel.
How long?
Depends on how much
shielding there is
between us and the reactor.
Well, ahem, Admiral,
that was the briefest
dinner I've ever had
and certainly
the biggest fish story
I've ever heard.
You asked.
Uh, you tell me something.
George and Gracie's
transmitter-
what's the radio frequency?
Sorry, that's classified.
Look, I don't have
a clue who you are!
You wouldn't want
to show me
around your spaceship,
would you?
That's not my first choice.
Well, there we are.
Let me tell you something.
I'm here to bring two humpbacks
into the 23rd century.
If I have to,
I'll get them
from the open sea.
I'd much rather have yours.
It's better for me,
better for you,
it's better for them.
Think about it.
Who are you?
Think about it,
but don't take too long.
I'm out of time.
If you reconsider,
I'll be here.
Here?
In the park.
Right.
The tank will be
finished by morning.
That's cutting it close.
What