- There they are.
- They emerge from the beaming shield.
Mr Scott, start your engines.
Mr Chekov, set course for Rura Penthe.
Mr Spock, Rura Penthe is deep inside
the Klingon frontier.
- If we're discovered...
- Correct.
We need a feat of linguistic legerdemain
and intrepidity -
{109389}{109451}- before the Captain and Dr. McCoy
freeze to death.
- Leave me, I'm finished.
- No!
Bones, I'm wearing
a viridium patch on my back.
Spock slapped it there
before we went on Gorkon's ship.
That cunning little Vulcan.
Come on! We're in the clear.
Now that we're outside the shield,
they can locate us two sectors away.
If they're even looking for us.
This is listening post Morska.
What ship is that, over?
We must respond. A universal
translator would be recognised.
We am thy freighter... Ursva.
Six weeks out of...
...Kronos.
"What is your destination, over? "
We is condemning food...
...things and supplies.
Don't catch any bugs.
Would you mind explaining
that little trick you do?
- I'm a Chameloid.
- I've heard about you.
Shape-shifters.
I thought you were mythical.
Give a girl a chance, Captain.
It takes a lot of effort.
I don't doubt it.
Stop me if I'm wrong, -
- but do we have any way of knowing
whether this is the real you?
I thought I would assume
a pleasing shape.
We're outside the shield.
Now it's your turn, Captain.
If you say so.
Are you crazy? !
She didn't need our help. Where did you
get these convenient clothes?
Don't tell me that flare
is standard prison issue.
It's to let them know where we are.
Ask her what she's getting in return.
A full pardon... which doesn't cover this.
An accident wasn't good enough.
Come on, Spock.
Good enough for one.
Two would have looked suspicious.
Killed while attempting escape.
That's convincing for both.
Surprise!
- Your friends are late.
- They'll be along.
- I can't believe I kissed you.
- Must have been your lifelong ambition.
Isn't it time you became
something else?
I like it here.
Well, well, well...
What took you so long?
Kill him, he's the one.
Not me, you idiot - him!
- No witnesses.
- Killed while trying to escape.
- Damned clever, if you ask me.
- It's a classic.
- That's what he wanted.
- Who? Who wanted us killed?
Since you're all going to die anyway,
why not tell you?
His name is...
Damn it! What the hell! Son of a...!
Couldn't you have waited two seconds?
He was about to explain
the whole thing.
- You want to go back?
- Absolutely not!
This is the bridge.
We're still in Klingon space.
Deck 9, remain at battle stations.
Deck 9, remain at battle stations.
They were beamed aboard
a Federation Starship.
I could trace...
Escaped.
Kirk cannot know the location of
the peace conference.
Are you sure?
Will you take that chance?
Helmsman,
make course to intercept Enterprise.
The Klingons have a Bird of Prey
that can fire while cloaked.
- She torpedoed Gorkon's ship.
- So that's it.
We believe that Gorkon's murderers
are aboard this ship.
- Has the peace conference begun?
- Who knows? The location is secret.
- There's always something.
- Captain! Mr Spock!
I found the uniforms
with the Klingon blood on them.
But the uniforms belong to
these two men. Burke and Samno.
Not anymore.
Phaser on "stun" at close range.
First rule of assassination -
kill the assassins.
- Now we're back to square one.
- Can I talk to you?
- Why weren't they vaporized?
- It would set off the alarm.
It's possible.
Now hear this. Now hear this.
Court reporter to sick bay.
Code blue - urgent.
Statements to be taken at once
from Yeomen Burke and Samno.
Repeat, court reporter to sick bay.
Code blue - urgent.
Statements to be taken.
Repeat, statements to be taken from
Yeomen Burke and Samno.
You have to shoot.
If you are logical, you have to shoot.
- I do not want to.
- What you want is irrelevant.
What you've chosen is at hand.
I'd just as soon you didn't.
The operation is over.
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