refuse searched.
If I'm correct, those boots will cling to
the killer's necks like Tiberian bats.
They couldn't escape without them
nor throw them out the window.
Those boots are here. Somewhere.
- Did someone fire off a phaser?
- It's alright. It's nothing.
Mr Spock, Starfleet is screaming for us
to return to port.
- Who fired the...
- Ah, Mr Scott.
I hear you have difficulty with the warp
drive. How long do you need for repair?
There's nothing wrong
with the bloody thing.
If we return to space dock, the killers
can dispose of their footwear -
- and we will never see the Captain
or Dr. McCoy alive again.
- It could take weeks.
- Thank you.
Val'eris, inform Starfleet
our warp drive is inoperative.
- A lie?
- An error.
We have lost all contact
with the Captain and Dr. McCoy.
Yes, at the moment they're surrounded
by a magnetic shield.
But if I know the Captain,
he is deep into planning his escape.
You've got him
where you want him, Jim!
- Are you alright?
- I think so.
- They'll respect you now.
- I was lucky that thing had knees.
That was not his knee.
Not everybody keep their genitals
in the same place, Captain.
Anything you want to tell me?
See what you can do for him. Let him
know we're not holding a grudge.
Suppose he's holding a grudge?
When whoever it is makes their move,
you won't be here to ask if he's the one.
- Do you want to get out of here?
- There's got to be a way.
Three months before retirement.
What a way to finish.
- We're not finished.
- Speak for yourself.
One day, one night... Kobayashi Maru!
Bones! Are you afraid of the future?
I believe that was the general idea
that I was trying to convey.
- I don't mean this future.
- What is this - multiple choice?
Some people are afraid...
of what might happen.
- I was terrified.
- What terrified you, specifically?
No more neutral zone.
I was used to hating Klingons.
It never even occurred to me
to take Gorkon at his words.
- Spock was right.
- We all felt exactly the same.
No. Somebody felt a lot worse.
I'm beginning to understand why.
If you've got any bright ideas,
now is the time.
Time is the problem.
You and I are nothing.
You heard the judge -
the peace conference is on again.
Whoever killed Gorkon is bound to
attempt another assassination.
Unless we can get out of here.
It's me - Martia. Listen. No one has ever
escaped from Rura Penthe.
- Except us.
- It is possible.
I know how to get outside the shield.
- How do we fit in?
- Getting outside the shield is easy.
After that, you have to get us off the
surface before we freeze. Can you?
- It's possible.
- I can't make it alone.
You're the likeliest candidate
to come here for months.
Candidate for what?
Go to lift 7 in the morning
for mining duty. I'll see you there.
Don't disappoint me.
- What is it with you, anyway?
- Still think we're finished?
More than ever.
Sorry to wake you, sir.
Starfleet requests any data we have on
the whereabouts of Enterprise.
What?
They're refusing to acknowledge
signal to return to space dock, sir.
Signal Starfleet that we have no idea
location Enterprise.
- Sir?
- You have hearing problems?
No, sir.
Klingon blood.
They must have walked through it when
it was floating and tracked it back here.
This is the first evidence
which corroborates our theory.
Now we go to Starfleet?
We expand our search
to include uniforms.
All uniforms?
Clear, sir. Make a hole.
Coming through. Coming through.
Sir! Sir!
- I think we've been had.
- No, you weren't, Doctor.
Get off at the first level.
Follow the gang into the mine.
They don't take girls.
- You are crewman Dax?
- Yes. What is the problem?
Perhaps you know
Russian epic of Cinderella?
If shoe fits - wear it.
Mr Chekov...
Watch me.
What kind of creature is this?
Last night you two were...
Get in.
Come on. We don't have a lot of time.
Hurry!
Up there.
Come on - climb!
Here, you'll need these. Quickly!
Stay close.