right now.
Where?
Mercy Hospital.
Mercy Hospital?
That's in
the Mission district.
They report his condition
as critical.
He's not expected to survive.
Jim...
you've got to let me
go in there.
Don't leave him in the hands
of20th century medicine.
Admiral, may I suggest
that Dr. McCoy is correct?
We must help Chekov.
Is that the logical thing
to do, Spock?
No, but it is
the human thing to do.
Right.
Will you help us?
How?
Well...
we'll have to look
like physicians.
We'll try down here.
You check there.
Ohh.
Ohh.
What's the matter with you?
Kidney dialysis.
Dialysis?
My God. What is this,
the dark ages?
Here.
Now, you swallow that.
If you have any problems,
just call me.
Here. I got it.
Let's go.
Bones.
He's being held
in the security corridor.
One flight up.
His condition is critical.
Come on.
Uh, excuse me.
We'll take that.
Hold the door!
Hold that door.
Emergency.
You were there
when it happened?
Yeah. I heard everything.
Weintraub says
radical chemotherapy,
or she'll croak.
Well, what about
Gottlieb?
All he talked about
was image therapy.
I thought they'd
punch each other out.
Unbelievable.
You have
a different view, doctor?
It sounds like
the goddamn
Spanish Inquisition
to me.
Bad day.
Out of the way.
Sorry. I have
strict orders-
Ohh!
Want an acute case
on your hands?
This woman has
immediate postprandial
upper abdominal
distention!
Ohh!
Get out of the way.
What did you say
she's got?
Cramps.
Who are you?
Why aren't you masked?
Who are these people?
I don't know.
What the hell is that?
What are you doing?
Tearing of the middle
meningeal artery.
What's your degree in,
dentistry?
How do you explain
slowing pulse,
low respiratory rate,
and coma?
Funduscopic examination!
That's unrevealing
in these cases.
A simple evacuation
of the expanding
epidural hematoma
will relieve the pressure!
My God, man!
Drilling holes in his head
isn't the answer.
The artery must be repaired.
Let me save this patient
before it's too late.
I'm going to have you removed.
Doctor, such
unprofessional behavior.
Into that
little room, please.
What is that, a gun?
They must be crazy.
Who is that guy?
I have no idea.
He melted the lock!
We're dealing
with medievalism here.
Chemotherapy.
Funduscopic examinations.
Come on, Chekov. Wake up.
Pavel.
Can you hear me?
He's coming around, Jim.
Pavel, talk to me.
Name. Rank.
Chekov,
Pavel.
Rank...
Admiral.
How's the patient,
doctor?
He's going to make it.
He? You came in
with a she.
One little mistake.
Get us out of here.
They've taken the patient.
Get some help.
Hold it!
Hold it! Police!
Not now, Pavel.
Hold it!
Look out! Look out!
The doctor gave me a pill,
and I grew a new kidney.
Fully functional?
Fully functional.
What the hell's going on?
Freeze!
Where would
the whales be by now?
If you have a chart,
I'll show you.
All I need is
the radio frequency.
What are you talking about?
I'm coming with you.
Our next stop is
the 23rd century.
Well, I don't care.
I've got to help those whales!
There isn't time to argue
or tell you how much
you've meant to us.
The radio frequency, please.
The frequency's 401 megahertz.
Thank you...
for everything.
Scotty, beam me up.
Surprise.
Spock, where's the power
you promised?
One damn minute, Admiral.
I'm ready. Let's find
George and Gracie.
Sulu?
I'm trying to remember
how this thing worked.
You tricked me.
You need me.
Ready, sir.
Take a seat.
Now, Mr. Sulu.
What the hell was that?
Cloaking device is stable.
All systems normal.
Stabilize energy reserve.
Report, helm.
Maintaining impulse climb.
Wing 5 by 0.
Helm steady.
Advise reaching 10,000.
Steer 310.
310, aye.
Uhura, scan for the whales.
401 megahertz.
Scanning, sir.
10,000 MSL, Admiral.
Wing, cruise configuration.
Full impulse power.
Aye, sir.
310 to the Bering Sea.
ETA, 12 minutes.
Scotty, are the
whale tanks