can stop it.
There's a layer of necrotic
tissue a few cells thick.
A normal wound
would heal quickly.
She just... touched me.
How could it happen
so fast?
That's a good question.
She touched
the transporter chief.
He collapsed immediately.
She apparently
got to D'Amato.
We saw
what happened to him.
The question is:
Why are you alive?
Captain, I'm happy
the way it turned out.
Jim...
what kind of power
must she have?
The power to totally disrupt
biological cell structure.
Sulu's alive
because I intervened.
But that raises
an even worse question.
Yes.
Why didn't
she kill you?
She's not through yet.
It's useless.
And there's no question
it's deliberate.
- Sabotage.
- Aye, and a thorough job.
The system's foolproof.
Whoever murdered Watkins,
sabotaged this.
You said it was fused.
How?
- That's what worries me.
- "Worries," Mr. Scott?
Well, it's fused,
all right,
but it would take all the power
of our main phaser banks to do it.
Interesting.
I find nothing interesting
in the fact we're about to blow up.
No, but the method
is fascinating.
Whatever did this is
still aboard this ship.
I fail to understand why
you cancelled the security alert.
A force that could hurl us
990.7 light-years away
and still be able to sabotage
our main source of energy
will not be waiting around
to be taken into custody.
Aye.
As I recall the pattern of our fuel
flow, there is an access tube...
leading to the matter/antimatter
reaction chamber.
There's a service crawl way,
but it's not to be used...
- while the integrator operates.
- Still, it is there.
And it might be possible to
shut off the fuel at that point.
What with?
Bare hands?
A magnetic probe.
Matter that comes in contact with
antimatter triggers the explosion.
I'm not sure a man
can live in the crawl way
in the energy stream
of the magnetic field
that bottles up
the antimatter.
- I shall try.
- You'll be killed, man!
Unless a solution
is found quickly,
that fate awaits
all of us.
Aye.
You're right.
What have we got to lose?
But I'll do it,
Mr. Spock.
I know every millimetre
of that system.
I'll do whatever
has to be done.
Very well. You spoke of
the feel of the ship being wrong.
Aye. It was
an emotional statement.
I don't expect you
to understand it.
I note it, Mr. Scott,
without necessarily
understanding it.
I'll run an analysis
through the ship's computers,
comparing the present
condition of the Enterprise
with her ideal condition.
We don't have time
for that.
We have 1 2 minutes
and 27 seconds.
Do whatever you can
in the service crawl way,
while I make
the computer study.
Do you feel strong enough
to move about?
- I feel fine, Captain.
- Is he, Bones?
- He's in fair shape.
- All right.
Whatever destructive power
this woman has
seems to be aimed at one specific
person at one specific time.
When she reappears, the other two
might protect the one she's after
by interposing their bodies.
No weapons
seem to affect her.
How does she know about us?
Does she read our minds?
Phaser on overload!
Controls are fused.
Drop!
Apparently she can
destroy our weapons
as well as destroy us.
Come on. Let's go.
All right, lads.
Get the crawl way door open.
Hand me the tools.
Communicator.
All right. Head first.
I hope Mr. Spock
knows what he's doing.
[Whirring]
Scott to Bridge.
[Spock]
Go ahead, Mr. Scott.
I've sealed off
the aft end of the crawl way,
and I've positioned
explosive separator charges
to blast me clear if I rupture
the magnetic bottle.
I'm so close
to the flow now,
and it feels like ants
crawling all over my body.
Mr. Scott,
I suggest you refrain
from any further
subjective descriptions.
You now have 1 0 minutes
and 1 9 seconds
in which to perform
your task.
[Rahda] Mr. Spock, we're
at warp 11.2 and accelerating.
I heard that.
The ship's not structured
to take that speed
for any length of time.
You now have 1 0 minutes
and 1