(A tall place with the Teenaxi seated in tiers rising up the walls.)
KIRK: My name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the United Federation of Planets. I am appearing before you as a neutral representative of the Fibonan Republic.
I bring you a message of goodwill and present to you esteemed members of the Teenaxi Delegation, a gift from the Fibonan High Council with the highest regard.
(He opens the small box. Nothing happens.)
TEENAXI: What's wrong with it?
KIRK: Excuse me?
TEENAXI: Why don't they want it any more?
KIRK: Well, this was once a piece of an ancient weapon, and now they offer it as a symbol of... of peace. In the Fibonan culture, to surrender a weapon is an offer of truce.
TEENAXI: How did they come by it?
KIRK: They told me they acquired it a long time ago.
TEENAXI: So they stole it, then.
KIRK: No, they... Well, I don't know.
TEENAXI: You don't know the Fibonans like we do!
KIRK: Yeah, that's very true. Your Excellency, this gift...
TEENAXI: They're a crowd of untrustworthy thieves who want to see us murdered in our own beds!
KIRK: This beloved artefact is a symbol of trust and peace.
TEENAXI: They want to chop us into pieces and roast us over a fire!
KIRK: No, non I don't think that's true.
TEENAXI: And eat us!
(The tiny Teenaxi rolls down the floor where Kirk is standing, then leaps onto his shoulders to bite. Others follow.)
KIRK: Scotty! Get me out of here!
SCOTT [OC]: That was quick. There's quite a bit of surface interference, sir.
(Two Teenaxi have beamed up with Kirk. Security deal with them as Kirk walks away.)
SECURITY: Get it off of me!
KIRK: I ripped my shirt again.
SCOTT: How'd it go?
(Spock and McCoy come up behind Kirk. McCoy scans him.)
SPOCK: Captain, did you manage to broker a treaty with the Teenaxi?
KIRK: Er... let's just say I came up short. Will you log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you.
(He throws Spock the artefact.)
MCCOY: Jim, you look like crap.
KIRK: Thank you, Bones.
MCCOY: You got that little vein popping out of your temple again. You okay?
KIRK: Never better! Just another day in the fleet.
Captain's log, Stardate 2263.2. Today is our 966th day in deep space, a little under three years into our five year mission.
The more time we spend out here, the harder it is to tell where one day ends and the next one begins. It can be a challenge to feel grounded
when even gravity is artificial. But, well, we do what we can to make it feel like home. The crew, as always, continues to act admirably
despite the rigours of our extended stay here in outer space. And the personal sacrifices they have made. We continue to search
for new life forms in order to establish firm diplomatic ties. Our extended time in uncharted territory has stretched the ship's
mechanical capacities but fortunately our engineering department, led by Mr Scott, is more than up to the job.
The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics. Some experiences for the better, and some for the worse.
As for me, things have started to feel a little episodic. The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we're trying to accomplish.
If the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach?
The Enterprise is scheduled for a reprovisioning stop at Yorktown, the Federation's newest and most advanced starbase. Perhaps a break from routine
will offer up some respite from the mysteries of the unknown.
(Spocks upload of the artefact into the database makes the monitor glitch.)
MCCOY: Sorry I'm late. Keenser's leaking some kind of highly acidic green goo, and Scotty's terrified he's gonna sneeze on the warp core and kill us all.
What the hell are you drinking?
KIRK: I'm pretty sure it's the rest of that Saurian brandy we picked up on Thasus.
MCCOY: My God, man, are you trying to go blind? That stuff's illegal. Besides, I found this in Chekov's locker.
(A 30 year old malt whisky.)
MCCOY: Wow. Right? I mean, I always assumed he'd be
KIRK: A vodka man.
MCCOY: A vodka guy, exactly. I wanted to have something appropriate for your birthday.
KIRK: That's in a couple days. You know I don't care about that.
MCCOY: I know. I know you don't like celebrating it on the day because it's also the day your Pa bit the dust. I was being sensitive.
KIRK: Did they teach you about bedside manner in medical school? It's just your southern charm.
(Three glasses have been poured.)
KIRK: Oh yeah. That's good.
MCCOY: Lordy! Are you gonna call your Mom?
KIRK: Yeah, of course. I'll call her on the day. I'm one year older.
MCCOY: Yep, that's usually how it works.
KIRK: A year older than he ever got to be. He joined Starfleet because he... he believed in it. I joined on a dare.
MCCOY: You joined to see if you could live up to him. You spent all this time trying to be George Kirk and now you're wondering just what it means to be Jim.
Why you're out here. (a toast) To perfect eyesight and a full head of hair.
KIRK: Kirk here.
SULU [OC]: Captain, approaching Yorktown base.
KIRK: I'm on my way, Mr Sulu.Let's keep this birthday thing under wraps, huh?
MCCOY: Yeah, you know me. Mr Sensitive.
CHEKOV: Wow. That is impressive.
SCOTT: Aye, she's a beauty, isn't she?
MCCOY: What a damn monstrosity. Couldn't we just rent some space on a planet?
SPOCK: Showing geographical favouritism among inducted Federation worlds could cause diplomatic tension.
MCCOY: Oh, you don't think that looks tense? Looks like a damn snow globe in space just waiting to break.
KIRK: Oh, that's the spirit, Bones.
(Enterprise flys along the narrow docking tube into the spacestation, underneath habitable areas. Another tube is extended to the airlock.)
UHURA: Spock! Do you have a moment?
SPOCK: Of course, Nyota.
UHURA: I think you should have this back. After all, it belonged to your mother.
SPOCK: It is not in the Vulcan custom to receive again that which was given as a gift.
(She kisses him on the cheek and walks off.)
MCCOY: You guys break up? What'd you do?
SPOCK: A typically reductive inquiry, Doctor.
MCCOY: You know, Spock, if an Earth girl says "It's me, not you," it's definitely you.
(McCoy walks on.)
VULCAN: Excuse me. Commander Spock? May we have a moment of your time?
CHEKOV: This is wonderful! You know I've never been here?
WOMAN: Oh no?
CHEKOV: What I hear is that the bars here are excellent.
(Sulu picks up his daughter.)
SULU: I'm so glad you guys could come.
(Absolutely devoid of people or objects.)
SPOCK: Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Live long and prosper.
VULCAN: Live long and prosper.
(The Vulcans leave. Spock looks at the PADD they have given him. It shows an image of the 'real' Spock - 2230.06 - 2263.02 and a very brief biography.)
OFFICER: IFF alert on incoming vessel. Unidentified. Non-Federation.
FINNEGAN: Attention, unidentified vessel. You are not authorised for approach. Power down and await instructions. Unidentified vessel, please comply.
(An alien lady comes on the screen.)
[Universal translation centre]
COMPUTER: Speak normally. Language analysis complete.
KALARA: Is this working? We were on a science mission inside the nebula. Our ship suffered a critical malfunction. I took an escape pod
before the ship crash landed on a nearby planet. We need a ship capable of navigating the nebula. You must have someone who can help us.
PARIS: We tracked her stranded ship to a sector of uncharted nebula, here at 2-1-0 mark 14.
KIRK: Long-range scan?
PARIS: No data. The nebula is too dense. It's uncharted space.
KIRK: Well, the Enterprise does have the best navigational system in the fleet. She could handle it.
PARIS: The only ship here with more advanced technology is still under construction. But it's not just the ship that I'm sending.
KIRK: I'll gather the crew.
PARIS: Captain. Starfleet command sent me your application for the Vice Admiral position here at this installation.
KIRK: Yes, ma'am. If I may, I would recommend Commander Spock replace me as Captain of the Enterprise. He is an exemplary Starfleet officer.
He'd make a great captain.
PARIS: It isn't uncommon, you know, even for a captain, to want to leave. There is no relative direction in the vastness of space.
There is only yourself, your ship, your crew. It's easier than you think, to get lost.
KIRK: It's not about...
PARIS: I'll bring it up with the General Council. We'll discuss it when you return.
(The docking clamps retrace from Enterprise's hull.)
KIRK: Mr Spock.
KIRK: I was thinking...
SPOCK: Perhaps there...
KIRK: No, please.
SPOCK: Captain, after you. I insist.
KIRK: After this mission, we should er... we should sit down. There's something I need to talk to you about.
SPOCK: I as well have something to share.
KIRK: We make a good team, right?
SPOCK: I believe we do.
(The turbolift doors open. Spock gestures for Kirk to leave first.)
KIRK: I insist.
(Enterprise leaves Yorktown.)
KIRK: Lieutenant Uhura, open a ship-wide channel.
UHURA: Yes, Captain.
KIRK: Attention, crew of the Enterprise. Our mission is straightforward. Rescue a crew stranded on a planet in uncharted space.
Our trajectory will take us through an unstable nebula, one which will disable all communications with Starfleet. We're gonna be on our own.
The Enterprise has something no other ship in the fleet has. You. And as we've come to understand, there is no such thing as the unknown,
only the temporarily hidden. Kirk out.
CHEKOV: Readings indicate cloud density diminishing, sir.
KALARA: This is Altamid. My ship is stranded here.
(They go into orbit.)
SPOCK: Approaching Altamid. Class-M planet. Massive subterranean development, but limited to no life forms on the surface.
CHEKOV: Proximity alert, sir. We have an unknown ship heading right for us.
KIRK: Lieutenant Uhura, hail them.
UHURA: Yes, Captain. No response. I am picking up some kind of signal. They're jamming us.
KIRK: Magnify, Mr Sulu. What is this? Shields up! Red alert!
(The strange vessel sends a myriad of objects at Enterprise.)
KIRK: Fire at will.
CHEKOV: Sir, our phasers are having minimal effect and our torpedos can't track their movements!
KIRK: Fire everything we've got.
SPOCK: Captain, we are not equipped for this manner of engagement.
(The hull and deflector shield take damage.)
CHEKOV: Shield frequencies have no effect, sir! They took out the dish! Shields are inoperable!
KIRK: Warp us out of here, Mr Sulu.
SULU: Yes, sir.
KIRK: Why the hell aren't we moving?
SULU: I can't engage the warp drive, sir!
KIRK: Scotty, I need warp now!
SCOTT: I cannae, sir! The nacelles, they've...
(The pylons have been severed.)
SCOTT: They've gone!
KIRK: Security, engage all emergency procedures. Active protocol 28 Code One Alpha Zero. All personnel to alert stations.
(Spock and McCoy leave the Bridge. Spock readies his hand phaser. Their attacker pierces the hull.)
CHEKOV: Sir, I have hull breaches in levels 12 to 15, 6, 9, 31 and 21, sir.
SCOTT: Captain! There's a chance I can reroute the energy reserves from the warp core to the impulse engines.
KIRK: If we can get back into the nebula, maybe we could lose them. Do whatever you have to, Scotty.
SCOTT: Wee man! Let's go.
(Meanwhile, aliens in armour come out of the objects that have pierced the hull and start shooting from weapons attached to their forearms. They are highly effective.)
MANAS: All clear, Krall.
(A larger ship hurtles down to Enterprise, pierces the hull, and it's occupant lands in a corridor behind his troops.
Meanwhile Spock and McCoy exit the turbolift and start checking for survivors.)
SCOTT: Fit the plasma conduits and stand by to reroute on my mark!
(The alien - Krall - blasts his way in and takes the artefact the Teenaxi didn't want.)
KRALL: I have the Abronath. Secure the ship.
(Spock sees all this, but is noticed.)
SPOCK [OC]: Captain.
KIRK: Go, Spock.
SPOCK [OC]: I have identified the individual who appears to be leading the attack party. He infiltrated the archive vault and removed the artefact
from our mission on Teenax.
KIRK: Hold your distance until... Spock! Spock! You two, with me. Sulu, you have the conn.
SULU: Yes, sir.
(McCoy finds a survivor. He looks skeletal.)
MCCOY: My God. What the hell?
(The man dies.)
(Spock shoots two pursuers.)
SPOCK: Doctor, we must evacuate now!
(Kirk joins in the fight. He is grabbed by Krall and hoisted up by his throat, then...)
KRALL: Captain... Kirk.
(Somewhere Scott joins two cables together and the impulse engines fire. The saucer tilts and Kirk is released. Krall has dropped the artefact.)
CHEKOV: Yes! We are at one hundred percent impulse.
SULU: Great work, Mr Scott! Maximum impulse towards the nebula.
MANAS: Krall, the ship is turning back.
KRALL: Cut its throat.
(The needle ships sever the 'neck' between the saucer and engineering. Crew and aliens alike are blown out into space.
The turbolift Spock and McCoy are in shoots out into the vacuum and gets skewered by a needle ship.)
KIRK: Kirk to Bridge.
CHEKOV: We are losing the inertial dampeners!
SULU: Systems are failing ship-wide, Captain.
SULU [OC]: Emergency bulkheads are sealing, but structural integrity is at eighteen percent and falling, sir!
KIRK: Abandon ship, Mr Sulu.
SULU: Sound the alarm.
COMPUTER: Abandon ship. All personnel.
KIRK: We need to give those pods a chance to escape.
KIRK [OC]: Can you lead those ships away?
SULU: Impulse engines are still trying to draw power from the warp reserve.
SULU [OC]: We cannot move until the saucer is separated.
KIRK: I'll handle it.
SULU: Aye-aye, sir.
(Someone comes sliding down the corridor and thumps into the bulkhead.)
COMPUTER: Abandon ship. All personnel evacuate immediately.
SYL: You okay? Oh, my God. Get him up. Help him up. Got you.
KIRK: We've got to get you guys to an escape pod. Go. Go! Ensign Syl, I need your help.
SYL: Yes, sir.
(The alien boards the turbolift capsule, Spock fights him and ejects him through the doors. Spock and McCoy get into the needle ship.)
MCCOY: My God. Spock, they're taking the crew!
COMPUTER: Abandon ship. All personnel evacuate immediately.
(Kirk tries to start manual saucer separation but is attacked by Krall.)
UHURA: (to a fallen crewperson) Are you okay?
SULU: The saucer should be free by now!
CHEKOV: I know, Mr Sulu. The Captain should be there!
COMPUTER: All personnel evacuate immediately.
(Scott escapes from his pursuers in a photon torpedo casing.
Uhura goes to help fight off Kirk's attackers. The saucer tumbles towards the planet. Uhura works the separation controls while Kirk and Krall struggle.
Krall retrieves the artefact. Uhura triggers separation and a bulkhead comes up between her and Krall, and Kirk. Krall opens the artefact case, but it is empty.)
CHEKOV: Impulse engines drawing power from auxiliary generators.
(A door is blown in and aliens start shooting. Kirk enters from the other side and kills them.)
KIRK: How many of the crew are still aboard the saucer?
SULU: None. But if I'm reading this correctly, the intruders are taking them.
CHEKOV: Captain, we are caught in the planet's gravity. We cannot pull away.
KIRK: Get to your Kelvin Pods.
SULU: Yes, sir.
CHEKOV: Aye, Captain.
SULU: Come on, let's go! Let's go. Come on.
(Sulu sees the crew into the pods, then goes himself. The needleships chase the saucer. It burns up in the atmosphere and so do they.
Kirk is the last to leave just before the saucer slices into a mountain range and digs itself into the ground.
Scott's torpedo casing lands on the edge of a cliff. He gets out and ends up dangling by his fingertips.)
KIRK [OC]: Chekov!
(Kirk finds the alien woman climbing out of her pod.)
KIRK: You knew. You knew we'd be attacked.
KALARA: You don't understand.
CHEKOV [OC]: Captain! Captain Kirk!
KALARA: Yes. I lied. Our ship was attacked.
KIRK: Chekov, check the comms for survivors.
CHEKOV: Aye, Captain.
KIRK: Who is he?
KALARA: His name is Krall. He took my crew, like he took yours.
KIRK: How did he know so much about the Enterprise?
KALARA: All I know is that if I did this, he would set them free.
KIRK: Chekov, are you picking anything up on those scanners?
CHEKOV: Nothing, sir. What if they...
KIRK: No, no. He was taking them. We have to find that saucer. Even minimal scanning systems will have more range than a tricorder.
CHEKOV: Aye, Captain, it's possible.
KALARA: Captain. I was protecting my crew.
(The captives are offloaded.)
MANAS: We're searching for the captain.
KRALL: What is your name?
UHURA: How do you know our language?
KRALL: I know your kind.
UHURA: I am Lieutenant Nyota Uhura of the U.S.S. Enterprise. And you have committed an act of war against the Federation.
KRALL: Federation! Federation is an act of war.
UHURA: You attacked us.
KRALL: Your captain. Why did you sacrifice yourself for him?
UHURA: He would have done the same. And if he made it off of that ship, he will come for us.
KRALL: I am counting on it, Lieutenant Uhura.
(McCoy and Spock have crashed by a stream running between cliffs.)
MCCOY: I can't believe it.
(Spock has metal sticking out of his side.)
MCCOY: My God, Spock. God... Sit down over here. Okay. Okay, sit. Easy. Okay. Now, just try and relax. You're gonna be okay.
SPOCK: The forced optimism in your voice suggests that you are trying to elicit a sense of calm in order to...
MCCOY: Oh, cut the horseshit.
SPOCK: Doctor, I fail to see how excrement of any kind bears relevance on our current situation.
MCCOY: What the hell are you doing?
SPOCK: We must keep moving, Doctor.
MCCOY: Spock, this thing's punctured your iliac region.
SPOCK: Time is a critical factor.
MCCOY: That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you. Look, if I can't take this out, you're gonna die. Okay? If I take it out and can't stop
the bleeding, you're gonna die.
SPOCK: I can see no appeal in either option.
MCCOY: Believe it or not, neither can I. So, if I remember correctly, the Vulcans have their hearts where humans have their livers.
SPOCK: That is correct, Doctor.
MCCOY: That explains a thing or two. You know, you're lucky. An inch to the left and you'd be dead already.
I just don't get it, Spock. I mean, what did they attack us for? I mean, did they do all this for some doodad that the tiny critters didn't want?
SPOCK: It is unwise to trivialize that which one simply does not understand, Doctor. We can safely assume it is more important than a doodad.
MCCOY: I think you just managed to insult me twice, Spock.
(McCoy batters an alien weapon into producing a fine beam, then sterilises and heats up a sharp piece of metal.)
MCCOY: Okay. All right, Spock, I just got one question. What's your favourite colour?
SPOCK: I fail to see the relevance.
(McCoy pulls out the shrapnel and jams in the cauteriser. Spock screams.)
MCCOY: Yeah. They say it hurts less if it's a surprise.
SPOCK: If I may adopt a parlance with which you are familiar, I can confirm your theory to be horseshit.
MCCOY: We got to get out of here.
(Scott has made it to the bottom of the cliff where his torpedo casing has crashed. He finds his communicator, but when he flips it, it falls apart.)
SCOTT: Come on. You're kidding me, aren't you?
(Different aliens approach.)
SCOTT: Hello there. My name is Montgomery Scott. And who might you be? Watch it, sonny. I'm pretty handy when I want to be, all right?
(A female approaches. They don't take kindly to her. She creates two copies of herself and fights them off.)
SCOTT: Ha! Don't come back! Well. we certainly showed them, eh lassie? That's Starfleet property, okay. You cannae just take it.
(She points her knife at his throat.)
SCOTT: But I'm feeling generous today, so have at it.
JAYLAH: Where you get that?
(His insignia badge.)
SCOTT: Is that English?
JAYLAH: I learn it from my house. Where you get that?
SCOTT: It's my Starfleet insignia.
JAYLAH: What does it mean?
SCOTT: It means that I'm an officer of Starfleet, Engineering division.
SCOTT: Aye, that's right. I fix things.
JAYLAH: I know what is engineering.
SCOTT: You're no with those bastards that killed my ship, are you?
(She spits on the ground.)
SCOTT: I'll take that as a no.
JAYLAH: He is Krall. Him and his bees. They search the stars for a death machine. They're the reason why you here. Why we are all here.
SCOTT: Even those three scunners?
JAYLAH: They have fallen from the sky, like me and you. Come with me. Now!
SCOTT: Wait, now hang on a minute, lassie. I'm having a difficult day here. I've got to find my crewmates.
JAYLAH: I will help you find your mates. And then you will help me.
SCOTT: With what? You want me to fix something?
JAYLAH: Yes. You help me, and I help you.
SCOTT: All right, well, things being as they are, I doubt I'll get a better offer today, so, lead the way.
JAYLAH: Good. I am Jaylah. And you are Montgomery Scott.
SCOTT: Aye. Scotty.
JAYLAH: Come now, Montgomery Scotty.
(She runs off.)
SCOTT: All right, hold up.
[Saucer crash site]
CHEKOV: The Enterprise. She may not even have power to the Bridge, Captain.
KIRK: She still has a few tricks up her sleeve. I'd bet on it.
MCCOY: McCoy to Enterprise. Come in. McCoy to Enterprise. Hey, take it easy there, Spock. That was just a temporary fix back there.
SPOCK: I understand, Doctor. Fascinating.
MCCOY: Ominous. Dark. Dangerous. We're going in.
(A circular hut design.)
SPOCK: Intriguing. These symbols are the same as those depicted on the artefact taken in the attack.
MCCOY: You think it came from here?
SPOCK: It would seem so.
(Spock cries out and falls.)
MCCOY: Damn it, Spock. Easy. Easy.
(They pass a small device on a rock. It beeps.)
SCOTT: Are we there yet?
JAYLAH: Stop asking that.
JAYLAH: This is the way. Come. And watch your steps. You do not want to set off my traps.
SCOTT: Oh, that's clever. What is this place?
JAYLAH: This is my house.
SCOTT: Your house? Hold on a minute. Is this a ship?
JAYLAH: I help you find your friends and you help me fix it. So I can leave this planet forever.
(She gets a torch and they head into the interior.)
SCOTT: Wait a minute. Is this your ship?
JAYLAH: No, Montgomery Scotty. It's yours.
SCOTT: Oh, my good Lord.
(USS Franklin Starfleet registry NX326)
[Saucer crash site]
CHEKOV: Captain, it looks like there is power.
KIRK: All right, let's get to the Bridge and we'll find the crew.
(They dodge an alien patrol and run over the saucer to a handy hole.)
CHEKOV: The console is intact, Captain. I will try to reroute power to it.
KIRK: Work fast. Once we get this place lit up, we're gonna draw a lot of attention. What do you think, can you find them?
CHEKOV: Aye, Captain. I am reconfiguring scanners to modulate for the crew's signals.
KIRK: (to Kalara) You're with me. I left something behind.
(Keenser sneezes onto the lock on a hatch, and it dissolves.)
SULU: That is one heck of a cold.
UHURA: Nice job, Keenser.
SULU: All right, we got about 15 minutes until the next guard rotation. Come on.
SULU: Let's go. Come on.
UHURA: Come on.
SULU: This is a Magellan Probe. The Federation was using these to find a way through the nebula.
UHURA: What's he using it for?
(Sulu follows the cables out to...)
SULU: What do you see?
UHURA: He's been piggybacking the subspace links between the probes.
SULU: Can we use it to send a distress signal?
UHURA: I can try. It's sent.
SULU: He's accessed the Yorktown database.
SULU: He's got Starfleet data files, ship logs, including the Enterprise.
UHURA: He's been watching us this whole time.
(Alien guards recapture them.)
KALARA: Captain, the artefact was on the ship the whole time?
KIRK: I couldn't afford to get caught with it, so I hid it in here.
(Kalara kicks Kirk, takes a phaser and uses her own communicator.)
KALARA: Tell Krall I have the Abronath. Do you believe every sad story you hear?
(But it is not there.)
KIRK: Not every.
CHEKOV: Put the phaser down. Please.
KIRK: You get it, Chekov?
CHEKOV: Aye, Captain, I have traced the location of her call.
KIRK: What does Krall want with this thing?
KALARA: To save you from yourselves.
(Chekov fires at an alien appearing through the corridor floor. They run, she leads two aliens on a manhunt.)
KIRK: You all right?
CHEKOV: Aye, Captain, but we are trapped!
KIRK: Can you get this thing started?
CHEKOV: Are you intimating that we should engage the thrusters?
KIRK: I am open to other suggestions.
CHEKOV: Okay. There is a problem, sir.
CHEKOV: The fuel is primed, but I cannot get it to combust. Oy, Captain, we are basically standing on a very large bomb.
If you miss the combustion compressor...
KIRK: I'm not gonna miss, come on.
CHEKOV: Do you even know what the combustion compressor looks like?
KIRK: Oh, it's square, right?
CHEKOV: No, sir, it's round.
KIRK: That's what I said.
(Kirk fires at a round thing and flames come out. The vibration knocks Kalara and the aliens off their feet. Flames head towards Kirk and Chekov.)
(They come to a hole in the corridor. Kalara is shooting at them.)
(They all jump. The saucer starts to tilt.)
(Kirk shoots out where the viewscreen should be and they slide down the outside of the saucer, hitting ground before the saucer finally tips upside down.)
[Saucer crash site]
KIRK: Chekov! Move!
(They run as the saucer sets fire to trees and apparently lands on top of Kalara.)
(Sulu and Uhura are escorted to Krall.)
KRALL: You think you know what sacrifice really means? Federation has taught you that conflict should not exist. Ha.
But without struggle, you would never know who you truly are.
SULU: You have no idea who we are. But you'll soon find out.
KRALL: You mean the distress signal you thought you sent? The coordinates were altered. Your rescue ships will be stranded in the nebula
and your base left vulnerable.
SULU: You're going to attack Yorktown.
KRALL: Millions of souls from every Federation world holding hands. It's a perfect target.
UHURA: You're wrong. There is strength in unity.
KRALL: The strength of others, Lieutenant, is what has kept me alive.
(Crewpersons hanging upside down in coils of cabling. Krall takes hold of their necks and drains their life energy into himself.)
MCCOY: Spock. Spock, wake up, damn it!
SPOCK: I am entirely conscious, Doctor. I'm simply contemplating the nature of mortality.
MCCOY: Feeling philosophical? Massive blood loss will do that to you.
SPOCK: You asked me why Lieutenant Uhura and I parted ways. I became concerned, in the light of Vulcan's demise, that I owed a debt of duty to my species.
MCCOY: You thought you should be off making little Vulcans, huh? Yeah, I can see how that would upset her.
SPOCK: I intended to discuss it with her further, but I received some news which affected me unexpectedly.
MCCOY: What news?
SPOCK: Ambassador Spock has died.
MCCOY: Oh Spock, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what that must feel like.
SPOCK: When you've lived as many lives as he, fear of death is illogical.
MCCOY: Fear of death is what keeps us alive.
SPOCK: I want to live as he did. That is why I decided to redirect my efforts and continue his work on New Vulcan.
MCCOY: You're leaving Starfleet? Well, what did Jim have to say about that?
SPOCK: I could not find the time to tell him.
MCCOY: Well, I can tell you he's not gonna like that. Hell, I don't know what he'd do without you. I mean, me on the other hand, I'd throw a party, but...
MCCOY: My God, you're getting delirious.
KIRK: How far are we from the coordinates of that call?
CHEKOV: Still a ways, sir. Captain?
CHEKOV: When did you begin to suspect her?
KIRK: Not soon enough.
CHEKOV: How did you know?
KIRK: Well... I guess you could say I've got a good nose for danger.
(Clouds of brown gas envelope them.)
(Sabotage by the Beastie Boys? Some awful racket, anyway.)
SCOTT: Is that music? Where on earth is that coming from?
JAYLAH: There. I plugged the little box in the power cell and the little mouths make it sing.
SCOTT: That's very clever. Music's a bit old-fashioned for my taste, not to mention very loud and distracting, but, aye, well played.
JAYLAH: I like the beats and shouting.
SCOTT: Oh, you do?
JAYLAH: Switch it off.
SCOTT: You're okay.
JAYLAH: Switch it off! Someone set off one of my traps.
JAYLAH: You know these men?
SCOTT: Aye, lassie. That wee man there is Pavel Chekov.
SCOTT: And that handsome bastard is James T. Kirk.
(They are trapped in solidified brown gas.)
SCOTT: They're my mates. It's good to see you, sir.
(Jaylah sets her energy weapon.)
KIRK: What is she doing, Scotty?
SCOTT: Don't hurt them. No, don't!
KIRK: Hit her!
(She uses the weapon to shatter the brown stuff and they fall to the ground.)
JAYLAH: You're free, James T.
SCOTT: There we go.
CHEKOV: Mr Scott.
KIRK: Who's your new friend here? She sure knows how to throw out a welcome mat.
SCOTT: This is Jaylah.
JAYLAH: I do not know what is a welcome mat.
KIRK: You find anybody else?
SCOTT: No, sir. I'm sorry, you're the only ones. What the hell happened up there, Jim? Why were we attacked?
KIRK: They were after the artefact we brought back from Teenax.
SCOTT: Did they get it?
SCOTT: Have you got it?
KIRK: No. I had to get it off the Enterprise, put it on a shuttle.
SCOTT: You hid it in a shuttle.
KIRK: Yes. And no.
[USS Franklin Bridge]
SCOTT: This is the U.S.S. Franklin, sir. Can you believe it? First Earth ship capable of warp 4. Went missing in the Gagarin Radiation Belt in the early 2160s.
KIRK: I remember that from the Academy. Captain Balthazar Edison.
KIRK: One of the first heroes of Starfleet. How the hell did his ship end up here?
SCOTT: There's a lot of theories, sir. Surrendered to the Romulans. Captured by a giant green space hand. This far out, it's got to be a wormhole displacement.
KIRK: Can she fly?
SCOTT: She's missing a few driver coils and the EPS conduits are fried, but Jaylah has done a marvellous job of getting the ship's systems back online.
JAYLAH: Thank you, Montgomery Scotty.
(Jaylah sits in the Captain's chair.)
KIRK: Pardon me. Mr Chekov, can you plug in the coordinates. See if you can track the crew's location from the ship's sensors.
CHEKOV: Aye, aye, Captain.
SCOTT: He likes that seat.
KIRK: Mr Scott. Tour.
SCOTT: Yes, the mess hall. Jaylah, if you will.
(A screen is showing film of the original crew landing and disembarking.)
KIRK: No clue what happened to the crew, huh?
SCOTT: No, sir. They'd be dead a hundred years by now.
KIRK: Is that a...? That's a PX70! Wow. My dad used to have one when he was a kid. My mom said he'd put her on the back of it, drive her nuts.
(A motorbike, basically.)
KIRK: So you're telling me this thing's been here this whole time and no one's ever noticed it?
SCOTT: She's rigged up image refractors. Here. Here.
KIRK: So, like some sort of holographic camouflage.
SCOTT: Aye, sir.
(The camouflage is turned off as Chekov comes out.)
CHEKOV: Captain! I have intercepted a weak communications transmission, sir. It's a Starfleet frequency.
KIRK: Can you lock on to the signal?
CHEKOV: Yes, but how do we get to them?
SCOTT: I have an idea, sir. But I'm gonna need your permission.
KIRK: Why would you need my permission?
SCOTT: Because if I mess it up, I don't want it to be just my fault.
MCCOY: McCoy and Spock to Enterprise crew. Come in, Enterprise crew. Anyone. Come on, Spock. Come on, you can make it.
SPOCK: Leaving me behind will significantly increase your chances of survival, Doctor.
MCCOY: Well, that's damn chivalrous of you, but completely out of the question.
SPOCK: It is imperative that you locate any surviving crew.
MCCOY: And here I was thinking you cared.
SPOCK: Of course I care, Leonard. I always assumed my respect for you was clear. The dialogue we have had across the years has always...
(Alien scout ships have found them.)
MCCOY: It's okay, Spock. You don't have to say it. Well, at least I won't die alone.
(Spock is transported away.)
MCCOY: Well, that's just typical. Come on, you bastards!
SCOTT: Good to see you in one piece, Doctor.
MCCOY: Oh, am I? I feel like my innards have been to a barn dance!
SCOTT: Aye, well, these old transporters were only ever used for cargo, but a few modifications seem to do the trick.
I thought it best to beam you one at a time, though. You know, in case you got spliced.
MCCOY: I couldn't imagine a worse scenario.
KIKR: Good to have you back. You all right?
MCCOY: Yeah, I'm fine. He's hurt.
SPOCK: I am functioning adequately, Captain.
MCCOY: In a pig's eye, you are!
SPOCK: Captain, we discovered that the stolen artefact appears to have come from this planet. (collapses)
MCCOY: Damn it, Spock. Are there any medical supplies on this thing?
JAYLAH: This way.
KIRK: All right. Lie down. Come on. There you go. How are we gonna get out of this one, Spock? We've got no ship, no crew. Not the best odds.
SPOCK: We will do what we have always done, Jim. We will find hope in the impossible.
KIRK: Let's get you patched up first, okay?
SPOCK: No, Captain. You must focus your efforts on helping the crew.
KIRK: Well, that's why I need you around, Spock.
MCCOY: These things are from the dark ages.
MCCOY: I'm pretty sure this is a protoplaser. Should stop the internal haemorrhaging. At least that's my hope.
SPOCK: The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
MCCOY: Death's door and he's quoting Shakespeare.
(Krall is going through Enterprise records.)
KIRK: Captain's Log, Stardate 2262.18. The mission, routine investigation...
MANAS: We searched the wreckage. He must have hidden it elsewhere.
KIRK: The further out we go, the more I find myself wondering... if the universe is truly endless...
MANAS: All we have is his crew, Krall.
KIRK: What seemed so clear to me two years ago now seems, well, far away.
KRALL: You will tell me where it is! Now!
(He grabs Sulu and starts draining his energy.)
SYL: Stop! Stop! Let him go and I will give you what you want!
SULU: No! Syl, don't!
(Syl opens the 'fingers' across the back of her head to reveal the missing artefact. The alien takes it and hands it to Krall, who lets Sulu drop.)
KRALL: Lieutenant, unity is not your strength. It is your weakness.
(He returns to his HQ, places it in a recess, and a large device powers up.)
[USS Franklin Bridge]
SCOTT: We should wait until we're absolutely sure.
KIRK: No, we have to get the crew back now. Chekov has the coordinates that can lead us to Krall's base, so we go!
SCOTT: With respect, sir, how do we know that Krall was at the base when she called him? Even if he was, we don't know that the crew is even with him.
MCCOY: Or if they're even still alive.
SPOCK: Mr Chekov, can you reconfigure the search parameters in order to compensate for this formula?
CHEKOV: Aye, Commander, but what is this formula?
SPOCK: It is Vokaya, Mr Chekov. A mineral unique to Vulcan which emits low-level radiation.
CHEKOV: I will have to filter out all other energy emissions.
MCCOY: Spock, what the hell would a Vulcan mineral be doing way out here?
KIRK: Where are you going with this?
SPOCK: Lieutenant Uhura wears a Vokaya amulet which I presented to her as a token of my affection and respect.
MCCOY: You gave your girlfriend radioactive jewellery?
SPOCK: The emission is harmless, Doctor, but its unique signature makes it very easy to identify.
MCCOY: You gave your girlfriend a tracking device.
SPOCK: That was not my intention.
MCCOY: I'm glad he doesn't respect me.
CHEKOV: I am detecting a very trace amount of Vokaya.
SPOCK: Does the location match the coordinates you acquired from Kalara, Mr Chekov?
CHEKOV: It is a match, sir.
SPOCK: Its presence suggests that Lieutenant Uhura and thereby the rest of the crew are being held at Krall's base of operation.
KIRK: Can you beam them out?
CHEKOV: No, sir. There is some geological interference that is blocking the transporter signal.
KIRK: Well then, I guess we're gonna have to go in and break them out the old-fashioned way.
JAYLAH: You cannot go to this place. Everyone who goes there, he kills.
KIRK: You... you've been there? You've seen it?
SCOTT: Well, why didn't you say something, lassie?
JAYLAH: Because I know you will ask me to take you there. If your friends are there, then they will die, just like my family. And I will not go back to that death place!
SCOTT: Aye, but if you've escaped, then you can show us the way in and the way out.
JAYLAH: No! This is not the deal we made, Montgomery Scotty. If you choose to do this, you are on your own.
KIRK: Let her go.
SCOTT: She's lost people, too, Captain.
SCOTT: Look, that's our friends out there, lassie. All right? We cannae just leave them behind. Now, we could really use your help.
We just need you to be brave, is all.
JAYLAH: When we were in that place, Krall would come and take someone. There were screams. I can still hear them. And we would not see that person again.
We did not know who would be next. My father planned an escape. But we were seen by the one they call Manas. My father fought him so I could get out.
He was brave and Manas killed him. What you want is impossible.
SCOTT: Look, maybe it's not. Right. My wee granny used to say, "Ya cannae break a stick in a bundle." You're part of something bigger now, lassie. Right? Dinnae give up on that.
'Cause we'll sure as hell never give up on you. That is what being part of a crew is all about.
JAYLAH: Is that what you believe in, James T.?
KIRK: All I know is we stand a better chance with you.
JAYLAH: The digging machines uncovered a tunnel that goes into the crater. That's how I got out.
KIRK: So that'll be our way in. An away team will beam to the other side of the tunnel, follow it to Krall's base, get inside the building and break out the crew.
CHEKOV: Captain, we cannot lock onto anyone inside the crater in order to beam them out.
SCOTT: I could rig up pulse beacons as pattern enhancers. That'd get the signal out of the crater.
CHEKOV: All right.
KIRK: How many people can the Franklin transport at a time?
SCOTT: With a wee bit of modification, 20 max, but I'm not sure how long it would hold out.
KIRK: Bones, Mr Chekov, Jaylah, you're with me on the away team. Mr Scott, modify that transporter and then do everything you can to get this ship operational.
SPOCK: Captain, Mr Chekov's technical acumen makes him more valuable aboard the Franklin with Mr Scott. It is thereby logical that I would replace him.
MCCOY: Why is that logical, Spock? You just got back on your feet.
SPOCK: Lieutenant Uhura is in that facility, Jim.
MCCOY: I'll keep an eye on him.
JAYLAH: But his soldiers are everywhere. We won't pass unseen.
SPOCK: What we require is a diversion.
KIRK: I think I have an idea.
(Kirk driving the motorbike with Jaylah on pillion.)
KRALL: This is Abronath. It was used by the Ancient Ones as a weapon. But when they could not control its deadly power, they split it into two
and ejected the halves into space, hoping it would be lost forever. But I am grateful. I have spent lifetimes searching for it, only to have you find it for me.
The poetry of fate. The world that I was born into is very different from yours, Lieutenant. We knew pain. We knew terror. Struggle made us strong.
Not peace. Not unity. These are myths the Federation would have you believe.
UHURA: Those are strong words. You might even believe them, but there's something else going on with you. Something underneath.
(Syl is locked in with the Abronath.)
UHURA: Wait. What are you doing with her? You already got what you wanted! Let her go! Syl!
(Krall turns the device on.)
SYL: No, please! Let me go!
(Little black things fly around, devour Syl, then return to the device. Krall turns it off.)
KRALL: Manas, it's time.
KRALL: The Federation has pushed the frontier for centuries. But no longer. This is where it begins, Lieutenant. This is where the frontier pushes back.
(Kirk rides in from the tunnel. Jaylah has dismounted and uses a device to allow McCoy and Spock to beam in behind her.)
JAYLAH: This way.
(Krall hears the bike engine, hands the Abronath to Manas, takes a honking big gun and aims at Kirk, who turns out to be a hologram. Uhura uses the distraction to run.)
KRALL: Where is she?
(There are multiple Kirk + bike holograms driving around. The real one creates a wall from Jaylah's brown gas so Spock, McCoy and Jaylah can watch the guards go past.)
MCCOY: I've got to admit, that's a hell of a distraction.
JAYLAH: Your friends are over there.
MCCOY: Come on.
MANAS: Let me deal with them. You've brought us this far. Finish the mission, Krall.
(Krall takes the Abronath and leaves. Jaylah has found a vantage point and is picking off alien guards. McCoy and Spock free the crew.)
SULU: Commander. Uhura, they took her.
SPOCK: Get the remainder of the crew to safety.
MCCOY: Come on, let's go! Move!
SULU: Stay in the circle.
VARIOUS?: Come on! Hurry!
CHEKOV: I've got them, Mr Scott!
SCOTT: Okay, Mr Chekov, increase the signal. We're gonna grab them twenty at a time.
SCOTT: Let's hope this doesn't get messy. Energise!
(Manas finds Jaylah and they fight. Spock is jumped by two aliens and rescued by Uhura with a big rock.)
UHURA: Spock. What are you doing here?
SPOCK: Clearly, I am here to rescue you.
UHURA: Let's go.
(Another batch of crew is beamed in, including Keenser.)
SCOTT: Good to see you, wee man.
MANAS: You will die here just like your father.
(Krall leads a squad of needle ships away.)
SCOTT: Ten seconds until the transporter's recharged, Doctor.
MCCOY: Wait for my signal.
SCOTT [OC]: Doctor!
MCCOY: Damn it, man, we're not leaving without them!
(Uhura comes running, Spock behind her.)
MCCOY: Come on. Let's go. Move! Let's go! Come on!
(The last fake Kirk is destroyed, and the real one makes a solid smoke barrier around the crew just before they beam out.)
SCOTT [OC]: We're ready for you next, Captain. Just turn on your beacon.
KIRK: Scotty, do you have everybody?
SCOTT [OC]: Aye, sir. Everyone except you and Jaylah. Hit the beacon and we'll grab you.
(Jaylah makes a lunge for her beacon, which had fallen off on the roof on Krall's HQ. Manas gets it first.)
MANAS: They will leave you here.
(He throws it, and it lands in front of Kirk.)
SCOTT: Captain, your beacon!
(Kirk drives up the slope as Jaylah continues to fight Manas. He presses the button just near the top.)
CHEKOV: There it is!
(Kirk is starting to twinkle.)
KIRK: Jaylah, now!
(She jumps off the roof, he jumps the bike and reaches for her hand.)
(They thump onto the transporter alcove floor.)
KIRK: Okay, let's never do that again.
JAYLAH: I agree, James T.
SULU: You all right?
UHURA: Captain! This thing he has...
SULU: Yorktown. He's gonna destroy Yorktown.
JAYLAH: You take my house and you make it fly.
KIRK: Scotty, can you get this thing started?
SCOTT: Started, yes. Flying, sir, that's a different thing. These old vessels, they were built in space. They were never supposed to take off from atmosphere.
KIRK: Make it happen.
SCOTT: They're called starships for a reason, Captain.
KIRK: You're telling me this now?
SCOTT: Because I didn't want to disappoint you, you know, in case you didn't make it back.
KIRK: How thoughtful, Mr Scott.
(A swarm of needleships is heading skywards.)
KIRK: He's launching.
SPOCK: The attack on Yorktown may be just the beginning. Armed with this bio-weapon, he could rid it of all life and use the base's advanced technology
to attack an untold number of Federation planets.
KIRK: Then we're just gonna have to get this thing flying.
SCOTT: Och, we cannae just jumpstart it, sir!
(Later, everyone buckles in.)
CHEKOV: Okay! All systems online. Dilithium chambers at seventy percent and climbing. Primary subwarp engines standing by.
KIRK: Mr Sulu. You can, you know, fly this thing, right?
SULU: You kidding me, sir?
KIRK: Fantastic. Scotty, how we looking?
SCOTT: Ready as she'll ever be, sir.
KIRK [OC]: That's what I like to hear. All right.
KIRK: Bones, where are we with the crew?
MCCOY [OC]: I could use a functioning med-bay, but otherwise we're secure down here.
CHEKOV: Mr Sulu, we have to achieve terminal velocity in order for the stabilisers to provide lift. Are you sure this drop is high enough to do that?
SULU: We'll find out.
KIRK: Call it, Mr Sulu.
SULU: Aye-aye, Captain. Mr Chekov, be ready to hit the forward stabilisers full on my mark. One quarter impulse.
SULU: One half impulse, Mr Chekov.
SCOTT: We should belt up. Go on. Go, go. go!
KIRK: Easy, Mr Sulu. Let's not break her in half.
(Franklin finally slides over the ridge and plummets downwards.)
KIRK: Any time, Mr Sulu.
(When they pass 2000 metres to impact...)
SULU: Now, Mr Chekov!
(Thrusters fire, they reappear over the trees and head upwards into space.)
(Krall's swarm leaves the nebula.)
OFFICER: IFF alert on incoming vessel. No reply to all-frequency I.D. request.
(The ships open fire, ripping into the station.)
FINNEGAN: Red alert! Red alert!
KRALL: Look how far they've come.
COMPUTER: Please proceed to designated safety zones immediately. Please proceed to designated safety zones immediately.
MAN [OC]: Mayday. Mayday.
UHURA: I'm picking up distress signals from every frequency coming from Yorktown. Krall's already started his attack.
KIRK: Mr Scott, what kind of weapons do we have?
SCOTT: We have pulsed phase cannons and spatial torpedoes.
KIRK: Great. Lock and load.
JAYLAH: It does not matter. You cannot defeat the bees.
KIRK: Maybe... maybe we lure them away. How do we get Yorktown time to get people to safety?
SULU: We are a horse and buggy compared to those things. We're barely holding together as it is, Captain.
SPOCK: Captain, the flight patterns of bees are determined by individual decisions.
Krall's swarm formations are too complex not to rely on some form of unified cyberpathic coordination. I surmise that if we...
KIRK: Spock! Skip to the end.
UHURA: What he's saying is that if we disorient the swarm we can kick its ass!
KIRK: Scotty, can you beam me onto one of those swarm ships?
SCOTT: Have you gone completely mad?
KIRK: Yes or no?
SCOTT [OC] No!
SCOTT: Yes! Maybe.
SPOCK: Captain, my familiarity of the interior of those ships, however brief, makes me more qualified for this away mission.
UHURA: Spock, you're still hurt.
KIRK: She's right, Spock.
SPOCK: I acknowledge and respect your concerns. Perhaps you would feel more confident if I were accompanied by someone with familiarity of both the ship and my injury.
KIRK: He's gonna love this.
MCCOY: You want me to do what?
SPOCK: Come along, Doctor.
MCCOY: Whoa, wait a minute. Why, you green-blooded ingrate. This was your idea!
KIRK: It's a good idea, Bones.
MCCOY: You know, next time you have a piece of pipe stuck in your transverse, call a plumber.
KIRK: Just make sure you find a way to break those things.
SCOTT: If it gets hairy, I'll beam you straight back.
KIRK: You're gonna do great!
Damn it, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a...
(They eject the original occupants.)
MCCOY: You do realise the last time I flew one of these things we crashed. So don't blame me if we... Whoa!
(They bounce off another ship.)
MCCOY: Hit something.
SPOCK: Spock to Franklin.
KIRK: Spock, we read you.
SPOCK [OC]: Captain.
SPOCK: From what I can ascertain, the ships do indeed share a cyberpathic link which coordinates their actions. Patching it through now.
UHURA: That's what that signal was. They weren't jamming us, they were talking to each other.
KIRK: Well, how do we get them to stop talking?
SCOTT: What about electromagnetic focusing? We could use the transporters
SCOTT [OC]: Disrupt their network.
SPOCK: The focus might be too specific. If we could plant some sort of disruptive communication signal inside the swarm, it might adversely affect their capacity to coordinate.
CHEKOV: It would have to be at a frequency they will not anticipate.
SULU: We could cause a chain reaction that would wipe out the whole swarm.
SCOTT: Sir, a closed network like that might be susceptible to very high frequency.
KIRK: VHF. Radio. We can... we can broadcast something from the ship to drown out their link.
KIRK [OC]: Something loud and distracting.
SCOTT: Loud and distracting? I've got just the thing!
JAYLAH: Do not break my music.
SCOTT: Break it? You're getting an upgrade.
SULU: Swarm ships are 60 seconds from breaking through!
SCOTT: I've just got to reconfigure the VHF output into a multiphasic sweep.
JAYLAH: Let me do it.
SCOTT: Och, lassie, I...
UHURA: Let her do it.
(Bang, Scott gets shocked.)
SCOTT: You do it.
JAYLAH: There, see? Simple.
SCOTT: All right. Captain, we're ready to broadcast.
UHURA: But the signal won't travel far. We have to get closer.
KIRK: How close?
KIRK: Intercept course, Mr Sulu. Put us right in the middle of that thing.
SULU: Yes, sir.
(Krall sees the Franklin.)
KRALL: My old friend.
(He goes after them.)
CHEKOV: The swarm ships are doubling back! They are forming an attack wave, sir.
KIRK: I think we got their attention. Hold steady, Mr Sulu. Brace yourselves, everybody. Spock, stand by to drop out of formation. Scotty, you all cued up back there?
SCOTT: Aye, sir!
UHURA: Ready to broadcast at 57.7 megahertz.
SCOTT: Made your choice, lassie?
JAYLAH: I have the beat and shouting.
(The swarm approaches like a tsunami.)
KIRK: Let's make some noise. (Sabotate by Beaste Boys starts) That's a good choice.
(Franklin smashes through the swarm.)
SPOCK: Faster, Doctor. We risk being consumed by their trajectorial decay.
MCCOY: Damn back seat driver.
SPOCK: Evade, Doctor!
MCCOY: I see it, I see it! Is that classical music?
SPOCK: Yes, Doctor, it would seem to be.
KIRK: Lieutenant Uhura, make sure Yorktown has the frequency to broadcast.
WOMAN: Sir, we now have the disruption frequency.
(Space lights up with burning needleships as they crash into each other. Krall blast through into Yorktown.)
KIRK: You two all right, Spock?
SPOCK [OC]: We are fine, Captain
SPOCK: But there are still three ships heading into Yorktown.
KIRK: That's got to be Krall. Keep on him, Spock. Do whatever it takes to stop him from using that weapon.
(Franklin flies into Yorktown through the spacedock.)
JAYLAH: My house is breaking!
SCOTT: We've lost the polarization of the hull plating!
I can reroute the power from the dilithium chambers. I need you. And I need you, Jaylah. Let's go!
(Breaking out into Yorktown proper while Franklin continues along the conduit.)
SPOCK: Do not lose them, Doctor.
MCCOY: You're more than welcome to switch places with me, Spock.
SPOCK: Captain, intercepting all three ships is an impossibility.
KIRK: Give me a schematic of Yorktown! There! Yorktown headquarters!
SULU: Mr Chekov, can you do a bioscan of Central Plaza?
CHEKOV: Aye. They are clearing civilians.
KIRK: Bones, there's a city plaza coming up. You got to make sure Krall heads for it.
KIRK: Just do it! Sulu, get us up there.
SULU: Hold onto something!
(Krall's ship barrel into a wall of water created by Franklin rising like leviathan from the deep, then get smashed as the underside of the hull crashes back onto the lake.)
KIRK [OC]: Great work, Bones.
MCCOY: Thanks, Jim. Now I've just got to figure out how to land.
CHEKOV: Captain, I have three hull breaches from the impact. Deck 3, the cargo bay, and the engine room.
KIRK: All right, Sulu, Chekov, check the cargo bay and Deck 3. We need confirmation that the weapon has been neutralised and Krall is dead!
(They find a skeletonised red-shirt.)
UHURA: Captain! It's Krall. We've seen him do this. It's some kind of energy transference. It physically changes him.
KIRK: He must still be on board. We would have seen him leave. Sulu, contact Yorktown security and lock down the ship. Let's go.
(The Franklin logs are still playing.)
MAN [OC]: Push the frontier. It's about damn time.
MAN [OC]: It's about damn time. Push the frontier.
(Uhura keeps replaying the same bit of film, zooming in on the big man in the crowd and slowing it down.)
UHURA: It's him.
KIRK: Scotty, I need you to link into the Franklin database.
KIRK [OC]: Find out what you can about Balthazar Edison.
SCOTT: The captain of the Franklin?
KIRK [OC]: Yeah.
SCOTT: Sir, he'll be long dead.
KIRK [OC]: No. He's not. I don't know how, but Edison is Krall.
(And he is in the plaza, wearing a yellow shirt and looking human.)
KIRK: What'd you find?
SCOTT: His record goes back way before the Federation even existed. He was a major in the United Earth Military Assault Command Operation.
A lot of off-world combat.
KIRK: He was a soldier.
SCOTT: Aye, sir. And a pretty good one. His military service came to an end when MACO was disbanded.
KIRK: Why, what happened?
SCOTT: The Federation, sir. Starfleet. We're not a military agency. They made him a captain and gave him the Franklin.
KIRK: Scotty, bring up his logs.
SCOTT: Aye, sir.
EDISON [on screen]: Captain's Log...
KIRK: Last entry.
EDISON [on screen]: Captain's Log... I don't remember the stardate. All distress calls unanswered. Of the crew, only three remain. I won't allow it!
The indigenous race abandoned this planet long ago. They left behind sophisticated mining equipment and a drone workforce.
They have some sort of technology that prolongs life. I will do whatever it takes for me and my crew.
The Federation do not care about us. You'll probably never see me again. But if you do, be ready.
JAYLAH: Why has he not used his weapon yet?
KIRK: 'Cause he wants to find somewhere to inflict maximum damage.
UHURA: He needs a distribution system.
KIRK: They have to circulate air here, right?
SCOTT: Aye, sir. There's an atmospheric regulator at the core.
KIRK: Lieutenant, contact Yorktown. Make sure they shut it down until we find Krall.
KIRK: How would he access the core?
SCOTT: Well, there's a maintenance tower at the station's gravitational nexus. That's the only way.
KIRK: Scotty, you get over there. Make sure it gets shut down!
SCOTT: Lassie, you're with me.
FINNEGAN: Look, this thing is impossible to shut down.
SCOTT: Aye, well, we'll see about that.
KIRK: Mr Scott, why is that thing still on?
SCOTT: We're working on it, sir, but as you can imagine there's a lot of safety protocols surrounding the thing that, you know...
SCOTT [OC]: ..keeps everybody alive.
KIRK: Figure something out.
SCOTT [OC]: Be careful, Captain. Gravity's gonna get a bit screwy the closer you get to the centre.
SCOTT: Maybe we should scan the operational schematics, see if there's a back door.
SCOTT: Lassie, I'm gonna need your eyes.
(Kirk comes out of the turbolift and shoots Krall/Edison in the back.)
KIRK: What happened to you out there, Edison?
EDISON: Edison. I have to say, Kirk, I've missed being me. We lost ourselves but gained a purpose! A means to bring the galaxy back to the struggle that made humanity strong.
KIRK: I think you underestimate humanity.
EDISON: I fought for humanity! Lost millions to the Xindi and Romulan Wars. And for what? For the Federation to sit me in a captain's chair and break bread with the enemy.
KIRK: We change. We have to. Or we spend the rest of our lives fighting the same battles.
(Edison kicks the phaser out of Kirk's hand and goes up through the hatch into the zero gravity area. Kirk follows and they grapple.
Then they smash out of the clear box and into the wider central area and the big vent.)
KIRK: You lost! There's no way you can make it back there. Give up.
EDISON: What, like you did? I read your ship's log, Captain James T. Kirk. At least I know what I am. I am a soldier.
KIRK: You won the war, Edison. You gave us peace.
EDISON: Peace is not what I was born into.
(Edison launches himself into the air.)
SCOTT [OC]: Captain, he's using the gravitational slipstream to carry him back to the centre.
(So Kirk follows. Edison makes it back to the clear box at the middle, activates the Abronath and throws it upwards as the black stuff starts to come out of it.)
KIRK: No! No!
(They fight again.)
JAYLAH: What's that?
SCOTT: The weapon's in the chamber. Captain, we have to stop the processor now or everything breathing in Yorktown is dead!
(Kirk finally knocks Edison down.)
EDISON: You can't stop it. You will die.
KIRK: Better to die saving lives than to live with taking them. That's what I was born into. Scotty!
SCOTT [OC]: Captain, I think we can redirect it. There's a sealed construction hatch that will let you vent the weapon
SCOTT: ..into space. Now, we can override the locks from up here...
SCOTT [OC]: ..but you will have to activate the hatch.
KIRK: So I just hit a button.
SCOTT [OC]: It's not a button, sir. It's a silver lever under a white panel.
KIRK: Got it,
SCOTT [OC]: And there's four of them. Once you've primed the hatch
SCOTT: ..you'll have to exit the chamber immediately.
SCOTT [OC]: If the hatch is open when the processor cycles and you're in it, you're gonna get sucked into space.
KIRK: What happens if the hatch isn't open?
SCOTT: You're gonna get sucked into a big fan.
SCOTT [OC]: With the weapon, and we all die.
MCCOY: Damn it, Jim, you won't make it out in time!
(An alarm sounds.)
JAYLAH: The vent. Get out of there, James T.!
KIRK: Scotty, the last hatch won't open! Scotty!
SCOTT: Work fast, Captain, time's running out! He's not gonna make it.
(Weightless Kirk is trying to pull on a handle when Edison floats up behind him, grabs a piece of broken glass and is about to stab him in the back.
Kirk kicks Edison back into the black pieces of the weapon, which envelop him and he is sucked out. Kirk finally gets the hatch open.)
KIRK: No! No!
(He flips the switch.)
COMPUTER: Manual override engaged.
(Kirk hangs on for dear life as Edison is sucked out, but loses his grip enough seconds later for McCoy to pilot the Needleship under him so
Spock can lean out and grab him. Edison and the weapon are ejected into space.)
MCCOY: Woo hoo!
KIRK: What would I do without you, Spock?
(Out in the vacuum, the corpse of Edison is digested, leaving only a Starfleet insignia floating.)
(The open cases on the fate of the crew of the Franklin are closed.)
PARIS: For decades the Federation taught that he was a hero. I guess time will judge us all.
KIRK: He just got lost.
PARIS: You saved this entire base, Kirk. Millions of souls. Thank you.
KIRK: It wasn't just me. It never is.
PARIS: Needless to say, the position of Vice Admiral is yours. No one deserves it more.
KIRK: Vice Admirals don't fly, do they?
PARIS: No. They don't.
KIRK: Well, no offence, ma'am, but where's the fun in that?
(Somewhere secluded, Spock opens a box labelled Property of Ambassador Spock. It includes a publicity photo of the Original crew in the movies.)
MCCOY: You didn't even try to get our time out here reduced?
KIRK: Why would I get it reduced? Bones, we know our way through the nebula now. Can you imagine what we'll find?
MCCOY: Alien despots hell-bent on killing us? Deadly space-borne viruses and bacteria? Incomprehensible cosmic anomalies that could wipe us out in an instant.
KIRK: It's gonna be so much fun. By the way, where are we going? I thought we were gonna get a drink.
MCCOY: I know you told me to keep it under wraps, but...
(Everyone is in civilian clothes, by the way.)
ALL: Happy Birthday!
KIRK: Mr Sensitive?
SCOTT: There you go, laddie.
KIRK: Thanks, Scotty.
MCCOY: Everybody, raise a glass to Captain James T. Kirk.
ALL: Captain Kirk!
KIRK: Thanks, everybody. To the Enterprise.
ALL: To the Enterprise.
KIRK: And to absent friends.
MCCOY: Here's to that.
SCOTT: All right, let's get this party started. Whose round is it? Can I get three Romulan ales for me?
UHURA: I thought you had to finish your mission report.
SPOCK: I do. But I thought it would be more pleasing to engage with you socially.
UHURA: You old romantic.
CHEKOV: Do you know that scotch was actually invented by a little old lady in Russia? Not many people know.
SCOTT: Excuse me. (to Jaylah) Did you drink all those yourself? I'm impressed.
JAYLAH: Someone said it will take my edge off. My edge is still not off.
SCOTT: Aye, well, maybe this will help. Captain pulled a few strings. That is acceptance into Starfleet Academy, if you want it.
KIRK: They have a lot of rules. Don't listen to them all.
JAYLAH: Will I have to wear that uniform?
KIRK: Afraid so. Hey, Keenser. Kevin. Still not wearing pants, I see. (joins Spock) I heard about Ambassador Spock. Is that what you wanted to mention that time in the turbolift?
SPOCK: More or less. I trust your meeting with Commodore Paris went well.
KIRK: More or less.
MCCOY: You really want to head back out there, huh?
(Fast forward the construction of NCC-1701A.)
KIRK [OC]: Space, the final frontier.
SPOCK [OC]: These are the voyages of the Starship...
SCOTT [OC]: ..Enterprise. Its continuing mission. ..
MCCOY [OC]: ..to explore strange new worlds...
SULU [OC]: ..to seek out new life...
CHEKOV [OC]: ..and new civilizations.
UHURA: To boldly go where no one has gone before.