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What are you doing, Mr. Spock?
Practicing a peculiar variety of diplomacy, sir. [Fires phaser]
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
Death. Destruction. Disease. Horror. That's what war is all about. That's what makes it a thing to be avoided.
[War] is instinctive. But the instinct can be fought. We're human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands! But we can stop it. We can admit that we're killers... but we're not going to kill today. That's all it takes! Knowing that we're not going to kill - today!
Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.
Why, Mr Spock! You almost make me believe in miracles!
I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question.
I've never stopped to look at clouds before. Or rainbows. You know, I can tell you exactly why one appears in the sky, but considering its beauty has always been out of the question.
[narrating] Captain's log, Stardate 3417.7. Except for myself, all crew personnel have transported to the surface of the planet. Mutinied. Lieutenant Uhura has effectively sabotaged the communications station. I can only contact the surface of the planet. The ship can be maintained in orbit for several months, but even with automatic controls, I cannot pilot her alone. In effect, I am marooned here. I'm beginning to realize... just how big this ship really is. How quiet. I don't know how to get my crew back, how to counteract the effect of the spores. I don't know what I can offer against... paradise.
Captain...striking a fellow officer is a court-martial offence.
Well, if we're both in the brig, who's going to build the subsonic transmitter?
I have a responsibility--to this ship, and to that man on the bridge. I am what I am, Leila. And if there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them. Mine can be no worse than someone else's.
Well, that's the second time man's been thrown out of paradise.
No, no, Bones, this time we walked out on our own. Maybe we weren't meant for paradise. Maybe we were meant to fight our way through, struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. Maybe we can't stroll to the music of the lute. We must march to the sound of drums.
Captain, there are literally thousands of these tunnels in this general area alone. Far too many to be cut by the one creature in an ordinary lifetime.
Then we're dealing with more than one creature, despite your tricorder readings, or - we have a creature with an extremely long lifespan.
Or, it is the last of a race of creatures which made these tunnels. If so, if it is the only survivor of a dead race, to kill it would be a crime against science.
Mr. Spock, give us a report on life beneath the surface.
Within range of our sensors, there is no life other than the accountable human residents of this colony beneath the surface. Eh, at least, no life as we know it.
Mr. Spock, you are second in command. This will be a dangerous hunt. Either one of us, by himself, is expendable. Both of us are not.
Captain, there are approximately one hundred of us engaged in this search against one creature. The odds against you and I both being killed are two thousand, twenty eight point seven to one.
Two thousand, twenty eight point seven to one? [Spock nods] Those are pretty good odds, Mr. Spock.
They are of course accurate, Captain.
Of course. [pause] Well, I hate to use the word, but logically, with those kinds of odds, you might as well stay. But please stay out of trouble, Mr. Spock.
That is always my intention, Captain.
You can't be serious. That thing is virtually made out of stone!
Help it. Treat it.
I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer!
You're a healer. There's a patient. That's an order.
The Horta is badly wounded. It may die.
It won't die. By golly, Jim, I'm beginning to think I can cure a rainy day.
Can you help it?
Helped it? I cured it.
How?
Well, I had the ship beam down 100 pounds of that thermal concrete. You know, the kind we use to build emergency shelters out of 'em. It's mostly silicone. So I just troweled it into the wound, and it'll act like a bandage until it heals. Take a look. It's as good as new.
Well, Mr. Spock, I'm gonna have to ask you to get in touch with the Horta again. Tell her our proposition: She and her children can do all the tunneling they want, our people will remove the minerals, and each side will leave the other alone. You think she'll go for it?
It seems logical, Captain. The Horta has a very logical mind - and after close association with humans, I find that curiously refreshing.
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