that device
installed,
but bless me if I know
whether it'll work.
It's a big guess.
Stand by, Scotty.
Sir, transporter room
has the coordinates
and is ready
for beaming.
Transporter room,
beam Mr. Spock aboard.
Beyond the historic tradition
of Vulcan loyalty,
there is also the combined
Romulan-Vulcan history
of obedience to duty.
Transporter room reports
Mr. Spock aboard, sir,
and the Romulan commander.
The commander?
Aye, sir.
Ha ha! All right.
Have them report
to the bridge.
Mr. Sulu, take us away
from the Romulans.
Warp factor 9.
Subcommander,
the enemy vessel
is moving away
at extreme speed, sir.
Alert all vessels.
Weapons officer, bring main
batteries to bear on the Enterprise.
Holding at warp 9, sir.
Scotty, better
switch on that device.
I did, sir.
It's not working.
I would give you credit,
Captain,
for getting this far,
but you will be dead
in a moment,
and the credit
would be gratuitous.
Lieutenant, open a channel
to the Romulan vessel.
Aye, sir.
I have
Subcommander Tal, sir.
Establish two-way
visual contact.
We have you
under our weapons.
You cannot escape.
This is Captain Kirk.
Hold your fire.
We have your commander
aboard.
Commander?
Destroy this vessel.
I command you!
- Break contact!
- Tal!
Helmsman, flank speed.
Weapons officer, stand by
to fire main batteries
as soon as we reach
optimum range.
Scotty, we're
running out of time.
Captain, I'm working
as fast as I can.
You see, Captain?
Your effort
is being wasted.
Mr. Spock, distance
from the Romulan vessel?
150,000 kilometres,
Captain,
and closing very rapidly.
Stand by, phasers.
Commander, you'll forgive me
if I put up a fight.
Of course.
It's expected.
100,000 kilometres.
They should
commence firing at us
within the next
12.7 seconds.
Scotty.
It's ready now,
Captain,
but I don't know whether
our circuits can handle this.
Throw the switch.
It'll likely overload.
Throw the switch.
Weapons officer,
commence fi --
Gone.
They have
the cloaking device!
Quickly, compute enemy course
from last position
- and open fire!
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Sulu, come about.
318 mark 7.
318 mark 7, sir.
Executing.
The cloaking device
is working perfectly,
and the commander
has informed me
that even
the Romulan sensors
cannot track a vessel
so equipped.
Thank you,
Mr. Spock.
Cancel red alert.
We'll let you off at the nearest
Federation outpost.
You are very generous,
Captain.
If I may be taken
to your brig,
I will take my place
as your prisoner.
Mr. Spock will escort you
to your quarters.
Captain.
Commander.
Deck 2.
It is regrettable that you
were made an unwilling passenger.
It was not intentional.
All the Federation wanted
was the cloaking device.
The Federation?
And what did you want?
It was my only interest
when I boarded
your vessel.
And that's exactly
all you came away with.
You underestimate
yourself, Commander.
You realize
that very soon
we will learn
to penetrate
the cloaking device
you stole.
Obviously.
Military secrets are
the most fleeting of all.
I hope that you and I
exchanged something
more permanent.
It was your choice.
It was the only choice
possible.
You would not respect
any other.
It will be our secret.
Entering neutral zone,
Captain.
Very good, Mr. Chekov.
Thank you, Mr. Leslie.
Sickbay to Bridge.
What is it, Bones?
If all
the shooting's over,
I'd like for you
to report to sick bay.
What for?
You're due in surgery.
I'm going to
bob your ears.
Captain ...
please go.
Somehow they do not look
aesthetically agreeable on humans.
Well, are you coming, Jim,
or do you want
to go through life
looking like
your first officer?
I'm on my way.Captain's Log :
Star date 5029.5.
Responding
to a distress call
from our scientific colony
on Triacus.
We are beaming down
to investigate.
[Tricorder Pulses]
Professor Starnes.
It's Kirk.
[Tone Oscillates]
He's dead,
Captain.
He didn't seem