stand ready to assist you.
Captain Sulu, U.S.S. Excelsior."
It is the determination of this court that
the prisoners are guilty as charged.
I wish to note for the record that
all the evidence is circumstantial.
I beg the court to consider this
when pronouncing its sentence.
So noted.
Captain James T. Kirk,
Dr. Leonard McCoy.
In the interest of fostering amity -
- for the forthcoming peace talks,
the sentence of death is commuted.
It is the judgement of this court -
- that, without possibility
of reprieve or parole, -
- you be taken from this place to
the dilithium mines -
- on the penal asteroid of Rura Penthe.
There to spend the rest of
your natural lives.
Rura Penthe!
Known throughout the galaxy as
the alien's graveyard.
Better to kill them now
and get it over with.
Lieutenant.
The torpedo hit once again, please.
Hold.
It is Enterprise. We fired.
That is not possible! All weapons
visually accounted for, sir.
An ancestor of mine maintained -
- that if you eliminate the impossible,
whatever remains must be the truth.
What does that mean?
That if we cannot have fired
those torpedoes, someone else did.
They didn't fire on themselves
and there are no other ships present.
- There was a neutron surge.
- Not from us.
A neutron surge that big
could only be produced by another ship.
- Kronos One?
- Too far away.
Very near us. Possibly beneath us.
If there were a ship beneath us,
the Klingons would have seen it.
Would they?
- A Bird of Prey?
- A Bird of Prey.
- Cloaked?
- They can't fired when they're cloaked.
All things being equal, I would agree.
However, things are not equal.
This one can.
- We must inform Starfleet Command.
- Of what?
A new weapon that's invisible?
They'll call us raving lunatics.
They'll say we'll say anything
to exonerate the Captain.
And they would be correct.
We have no evidence.
Only a theory
which happens to fit the facts.
Assuming you're right. Why would they
fire on their own President?
Indeed.
This ship will be searched
from bow to stern.
I do not understand.
If there was a ship underneath us -
- surely the assassins beamed aboard
from that vessel, not Enterprise.
You're forgetting something,
Mr Chekov.
According to our data banks,
this ship fired those torpedoes.
If we did, the killers are here.
If we did not,
whoever altered the data banks is here.
In either case,
what we are looking for is here.
- What are we looking for, sir?
- Lieutenant.
Two pairs of gravity boots.
This is the gulag Rura Penthe.
There is no stockades,
no guard tower, no electronic frontier.
Only a magnetic shield
prevents beaming.
Punishment means exile
from prison to the surface.
On the surface, nothing can survive.
Work well, and you will be treated well.
Work badly, and you will die.
Oh, my God!
The universal translator
has been confiscated.
I'm sorry...?
He's definitely on about something, Jim.
If this is your spot, we'll move on.
He wants your obedience to
the Brotherhood of Aliens.
- He's got it.
- And your coat.
I'm afraid not. It wouldn't fit.
- Thanks.
- This will help keep you warm.
- I'm Martia. You're Kirk and McCoy.
- How did you know that?
We don't get many
presidential assassins.
- We didn't kill Gorkon.
- Of course not.
- But there's a reward for your death.
- That figures.
We've been set up.
Somebody up there
wants you out of the way.
- Any progress?
- None.
A crew of 300 are looking everywhere,
but the killers may still be among them.
Surely they have disposed of
these boots by now.
Would it not have been logical
to leave them on Gorkon's ship?
Logic must give way to physics. Gravity
wasn't restored when they escaped.
Without the boots, they would have
floated off the transporter pads.
Why not simply vaporize them?
Like this?
As you know, no one can fire an
unauthorized phaser aboard a starship.
Suppose, when they returned,
they threw the boots into the refuse.
I'm having the