the annals of diplomacy.
I'm going to sleep this off. Is there any
other way we can screw up tonight?
I'm going to go find
a pot of black coffee.
The Enterprise hosted
Chancellor Gorkon to dinner last night.
Our manners
weren't exactly Emily Post.
To the galley - Romulan ale no longer
to be served at diplomatic functions.
Captain Kirk, will you please
join me on the bridge? Captain Kirk?
- Captain.
- What is it?
- I find this curious.
- Spock, I'm really tired.
We are reading an enormous amount of
neutron radiation.
- Where?
- It appears to emanate from us.
The Enterprise?
Val'eris, do you know anything about
a radiation surge? Chekov?
Only the size of my head.
I know what you mean.
- What's happened?
- We've fired on the Chancellor's ship.
Torpedo room!
Please confirm, have we fired?
- Uhura, monitor.
- Aye, sir.
- Direct hit.
- Confirmed, sir.
This is the bridge. Do you read me?
- Did we fire those torpedoes?
- Negative. We're still fully loaded.
Unable to confirm or deny
firing the torpedoes.
- Hailing frequencies.
- Aye, sir.
Kronos One, this is Enterprise.
Do you read?
It's very hard to make out. There's been
weapons firing and a lot of shouting.
- She's still listing.
- She's spinning out of control.
Have you not
a shred of decency in you, Kirk?
We come in peace,
and you blatantly defy that peace.
For that,
I shall blow you out of the stars.
- We haven't fired.
- Captain...
According to our data banks,
we have. Twice...
Captain, they're coming about.
- They're preparing to fire.
- Shields up, Captain?
- Captain, our shields.
- Shields up, Captain?
Signal our surrender.
We surrender!
- This is Enterprise. We surrender.
- If they fire, with our shields down...
...we will not be able to respond.
- Repeat, Enterprise surrenders.
- Are we firing torpedoes?
- I wish I knew.
- I'm going aboard. Spock, take the con.
- I involved you, I will go.
No, I'll go. We'll not be the instigators
of war on the eve of universal peace.
I'm going too, they may need a doctor.
Uhura, tell them we're coming,
and tell them we're unarmed.
- Have you lost your mind?!
- I don't understand what's happened.
We're here to help.
Follow me.
- Chancellor Gorkon.
- My God! What has happened here?
- You dare to feign ignorance?
- What happened?
With a direct torpedo hit,
you crippled our gravitational field -
- and two of your Starfleet crew beamed
aboard wearing magnetic boots.
- Aren't you carrying a surgeon?
- We were until this disgrace.
Then for God's sake, let me help.
I've got a pulse - we can move him.
I need light. Put him on the table.
Hold him! Hold him while I stabilize him.
I said hold him!
Sweet Jesus.
- Can you...?
- I don't even know his anatomy.
- His wounds are not closing.
- He's killing him!
He's gone into
some kind of damned arrest.
Come on, dammit! Come on!
He's not responding.
Don't let it end this way, Captain.
Under article 184 of your
Interstellar Law...
...I'm placing you under arrest.
You're charged with assassinating
the Chancellor of the High Council.
He tried to save him.
They've been arrested.
Mr Spock, we've got to do something.
I assume command of this ship
as of 02:30 hours.
Commander Uhura, notify Starfleet
headquarters and request instructions.
We cannot allow them
to be taken to Kronos as prisoners.
Opening fire will not retrieve them,
and we must avoid an armed conflict.
We will be able to follow
the Captain's movements.
- How did you achieve this?
- Time is precious.
We must piece together
what happened here tonight.
According to our data bank,
this ship fired those torpedoes.
- No way!
- I sympathize, but we need evidence.
Please accompany me.
And if we cannot piece together
what happened? What then, sir?
In that case, Mr Chekov, it resides in
the purview of the diplomats.
The Chancellor of
the High Council is dead!
The result of an unprovoked attack -
- while he travelled to