or intravenously
for everyone
aboard the ship.
I would like
for you gentlemen
to drink it down.
Ensign Chekov
was affected so early.
Has he responded to it?
He's his
smiling self again.
I've discharged him
from sick bay.
What is it?
It's a diluted
tharagen derivative.
Tharagen -- a nerve gas
used by the Klingons.
Aye!
And deadly, too.
You're trying
to kill us all?
It causes fatality
only when used in pure form.
And in this derivative
mixed with alcohol,
it merely deadens certain
nerve inputs to the brain.
Well, any decent brand
of Scotch will do that.
One good slug of this,
and you can hit a man
with phaser stun,
and he'd never feel it
or even know it.
Does it make
a good mix with Scotch?
It should.
I'll let you know.
Well, drink it down,
Spock.
It's the human thing
to do.
That's
a medical order...
Captain.
[Siren]
Welcome back,
Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
Your absence was
keenly felt, Mr. Chekov.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
Estimated time for completion
of the Tholian web.
2 minutes, sir.
Are the ships computers
programmed
for entry
into interspace?
Yes, sir. The ship can drive
into interspace at any time.
Spock to engineering.
Scott here.
Prepare for interphase
in 15 seconds.
Aye, sir.
Standing by.
Mr. Spock,
they're closing the web.
Interphase
in 10 seconds,
9,
8,
7,
6,
5--
Stand by with full power.
- 4, 3--
- She's only up to 76%.
It will have to do.
1.
Ready to transport
on my order.
- I see him.
- There he is!
It's the captain.
The tractor field
is activating.
We're being
pulled out of here.
Maintain position
Mr. Sulu.
I can't, sir.
Bring ship's power
up to full capability.
Where are we now,
Mr. Spock?
Captain, we have destroyed
the Tholians' web.
Negative, Ensign.
The ship's power
has thrown us clear of it.
Compute the distance
from the original location.
At once, sir.
Have we lost
the captain?
We shall soon see,
Lieutenant.
The ship has been thrown
exactly 2.72 parsecs
distant from
our previous position.
Good. Since the captain was
locked into our transporter beam
when we were thrown clear,
he should've been
drawn here with us.
Spock to transporter room.
McCoy here.
The captain's oxygen supply
is running out now.
Are you standing by
with a hypo of
triox-compound for him?
I'm ready,
Mr. Spock.
Prepare to transport on
the captain's coordinates
on my order.
Ready,
Mr. Spock.
Mr. Spock, it's him!
It's the captain!
I see him, Ensign.
I see him.
Now, Doctor.
Bones.
Welcome home, Jim.
I had a whole universe
to myself
after the Defiant
was thrown out.
There was absolutely
no one else in it.
I must say I prefer a crowded
universe much better.
How did you two
get along without me?
Oh, we managed.
Mr. Spock gave the orders,
and I found the answers.
No problems
between you?
None worth reporting,
Captain.
Try me.
Only such
minor disturbances,
as are inevitable when
humans are involved.
Which humans,
Mr. Spock?
He means when humans become
involved with Vulcans, Jim.
Ah, yes.
I understand.
Well,
I hope my last orders
were helpful
in solving any problems
that you don't feel
worth reporting.
Orders, Captain?
What orders are you
referring to, Jim?
My last orders.
The last orders that I
left for both of you.
The last taped orders.
Oh, those orders.
Well, there wasn't time.
We never listened
to them.
No. You see,
the crisis was upon us,
and then passed so quickly,
Captain, that we--
Good.
Good.
Well, I hope we won't have
similar opportunities
to test those orders...
which you never heard.
Ahead warp factor 2,
Mr. Sulu.
Warp factor 2, sir.[Alarm]
Do we have maximum
magnification, Lieutenant?
Yes, sir.
Missile spread,
Mr. Spock.
Very archaic type,
Captain.
Sub light speed.
And chemically
fuelled to boot, sir.
Anything on communications,
Lieutenant Uhura?
No, sir.
All bands clear.
Course of the missile?
It would appear that
the