Star Trek Script - Dialogue Transcript

Star Trek Script

  

  
- USS Kelvin, go for Starfleet base.
- Starfleet Base.

  
- We sent you a transmission, did you receive?
- Kelvin, you double-check those readings?

  
Our gravitational sensors are going crazy here. You should see this.

  
It looks like a lightning storm.

  
What you've sent us doesn't seem possible.

  
Yes ma'am, I understand, that's why we sent it.

  
- Report.
- Still outta visual range for 20 seconds.

  
Alert captain Robau that Starfleet advised to proceed with caution...

  
Polarize the view screen.

  
- Whatever this is, could it be of Klingon origin?
- Captain, we have visual.

  
- Repeat. Could this be Klingon?
- Negative, lieutenant.

  
You're 75.000 kilometers from the Klingon border.
- Captain, are you seeing this?

  
Oh my God.

  
I have a reading.
They've locked weapons on us!

  
Red alert!

  
Torpedo locked on us at 320° mach 2!
- Arm weapons!

  
Evasive pattern delta 5!

  
Incoming blasts.

  
Fire all phasers!
Damage report.

  
Warp drive's been knocked out.
Never seen anything like this.

  
Weapons offline.
Main power at 38%.

  
- They're firing another!
- All power to forward shields!

  
Please help me...

  
Sir stablisation has been lost.

  
Are shields even up?

  
Decks 17 and 13, we have confirmed casualties.

  
11% and dropping. 10%. Shields at 9% we're dropping...

  
All remaining power to forward shields.

  
Prepare shuttles for evacuation.

  
Hello.

  
My commander requests the presence of your captain...

  
in order to negotiate a ceasefire.

  
You will come aboard our ship via shuttlecraft.

  
Your refusal would be unwise.

  
Walk with me.

  
If I don't report in 15 minutes evacuate the crew.

  
- Sir, we could...
- There is no help for us out here.

  
Use autopilot and get off this ship.

  
Aye captain.

  
You're captain now, Mr. Kirk.

  
His heart rate's elevated.

  
Look at the ship.

  
- Are you familiar with this craft?
- Who is your commander?

  
- Is that him?
- I will speak for captain Nero.

  
Then ask captain Nero, what gives him the right to attack a Federation vessel.

  
Do you know the location of ambassador Spock?

  
I'm unfamiliar with ambassador Spock.

  
- What is the current star date?
- Star date?

  
2233.04.

  
Where are you from?

  
- Sir, they're locked on our signal.
- They're launching again.

  
Bravo 6 maneuver fire, full spread!

  
I'm initiating general order 13, we're evacuating!

  
Yes sir.

  
All decks, this is the captain speaking,
evacuate the ship immediately.

  
Get your designated shuttlecraft, begin evacuating...

  
- That's George's voice. What's happening?
- We'll deliver it in the shuttle. Go!

  
Let's go, go - Get him out.

  
I'm on my way

  
- George.
- You're okay, thank God.

  
I have medical shuttle 37 standing by.
Get to it now. Can you do that?

  
- Yes.
- Everything's gonna be okay.

  
- Do exactly as I say, shuttle 37.
- George, it's coming, our baby.

  
- It's coming now.
- I'm on my way.

  
Autopilot function has been destroyed.
Manual operation only.

  
Clear those decks now! Get to the shuttles! Move! Move! Move!

  
- That was a big one!
- Just keep breathing. You'll be fine.

  
- And the baby too, right?
- And the baby too.

  
Right here.

  
Captain to shuttle 37, is my wife on board?

  
- Yes sir, she is.
- I need you to go now, do you hear me?

  
- We're waiting on you sir.
- No, just go, take off immediately.

  
- That's an order.
- Yes sir.

  
Wait, we cannot go yet.

  
Please stop.

  
George, the shuttle's leaving.
Where are you?

  
Sweetheart, listen to me.
I'm not gonna be there.

  
- No.
- This is the only way you'll survive.

  
Please don't stay on the ship.
You have to be here.

  
The shuttles will never make it if I don't fight them off.

  
George, I can't do this without you.

  
Okay, I need you to push now!

  
- What is it?
- It's a boy.

  
A boy?

  
- Tell me about him.
- He's beautiful.

  
George, you should be here.

  
Impact alert.

  
- What are we gonna call him?
- We can name him after your father.

  
Tiberius, you kiddin' me?
No, that's the worst.

  
Let's name him after your dad.
Let's call him Jim.

  
Jim. Okay, Jim it is.

  
- Sweetheart can you hear me?
- I can hear...

  
I love you so much.

  
I love you!

  
Hey, are you out of your mind?
That car is an antique.

  
You think you can get away with this just because your mother's off planet.

  
You get your ass back home now!
You live in my house buddy.

  
You live in my house and that's my car.

  
You get one scratch on that car and I'm gonna whip your ass...

  
Hey Johnny!

  
Citizen, pull over.

  
No...!

  
Is there a problem officer?

  
Citizen, what is your name?

  
My name is James Tiberius Kirk.

  
What is the formula for the volume of a sphere?

  
4/3 PI times the radius cubed...

  
1.26...

  
What is the dimensionality...

  
Dimensionality equals the logarithm of 'N' divided by...

  
non-excludability and non-rivalry...

  
...4/3 PI times the radius...

  
...is morally praiseworthy but not morally obligatory.

  
Spock.

  
I presume you've prepared new insults for today?

  
Affirmative.

  
This is your 35th attempt to illicit an emotional response from me.

  
You're neither Human nor Vulcan and therefore have no place in this universe.

  
Look, his Human eyes.
They look sad, don't they.

  
Perhaps an emotional response requires physical stimulae.

  
He's a traitor you know? Your father.

  
For marrying her, that Human whore.

  
They called you a traitor.

  
Emotions run deep within our race.

  
In many ways more deeply than in humans.

  
Logic offers a serenity humans seldom experience.

  
The control of feelings, so that they do not control you.

  
You suggest that I should be completely Vulcan?

  
And yet you married a Human.

  
As ambassador to Earth it is my duty to observe and understand Human behavior.

  
Marrying your mother was... logical.

  
Spock.

  
You are fully capable of deciding your own destiny.

  
The question you face is, which path will you choose?

  
This is something only you can decide.

  
Spock. Come here, let me see you.

  
- No.
- Spock.

  
There's no need to be anxious.
You'll do fine.

  
I am hardly anxious, mother.

  
And fine has variable definitions, fine is unacceptable.

  
Okay.

  
- May I ask a personal query?
- Anything.

  
Should I choose to complete the Vulcan discipline of Kolinahr.

  
and purge all emotion?

  
I trust you will not feel it reflects judgment upon you.

  
Oh Spock.

  
As always, whatever you choose to be, you will have a proud mother.

  
You have surpassed the expectations of your instructors.

  
Your final record is flawless.
With one exception.

  
I see that you have applied to Starfleet as well.

  
It was logical to cultivate multiple options.

  
Logical, but unnecessary. You are hereby accepted to the Vulcan Science Academy.

  
It is truly remarkable Spock that you have achieved so much...

  
despite your disadvantage.

  
All rise.

  
If you would clarify, minister?
To what disadvantage are you referring?

  
Your Human mother.

  
Council, ministers, I must decline.

  
No Vulcan has ever declined admission to this Academy.

  
Then as I am half-human, your record remains untarnished.

  
Spock, you have made a commitment to honor the Vulcan way.

  
Why did you come before this council today?

  
Was it to satisfy your emotional need to rebel?

  
The only emotion I wish to convey is gratitude.

  
Thank you, ministers, for your consideration.

  
Live long and prosper.

  
- Hi.
- Hey there.

  
Hi. I'd like a Clabmin fire tea, uhm 3 Budweiser Classics,

  
2 Cardassian sunrises and a...

  
- Try the Slusho, it's good.
- A Slusho mix, thank you.

  
That's a lot of drinks for one woman.

  
- And a shot of Jack, straight up.
- Make that two. Her shot's on me.

  
Her shot's on her.
Thanks, but no thanks.

  
Don't you at least wanna know my name
before you completely reject me?

  
I'm fine without it.

  
You are fine without it.
It's Jim, Jim Kirk.

  
If you don't tell me your name,
I'm gonna have to make one up.

  
- It's Uhura.
- Uhura? No way.

  
That's the name I was gonna make up for you.

  
- Uhura what?
- Just Uhura.

  
They don't have last names in your world?

  
Uhura is my last name.

  
Well then you have... your first name's Human?

  
Excuse me buddy.

  
So, you're a cadet, your studying.
What's your focus?

  
Xenolinguistics, you have no idea what that means.

  
The study of alien languages.
Morphology, phonology, syntax.

  
Means you've got a talented tongue.

  
I'm impressed.

  
For a moment there, I thought you were just a dumb hick who only have sex with farm animals.

  
Well, not only.

  
This townie isn't bothering you, right?

  
Oh, beyond belief.
But it's nothing I can't handle.

  
You could handle me, that's an invitation.

  
- Hey. You better mind your manners.
- Oh relax cupcake, it was a joke.

  
Hey farm boy, maybe you can't count.

  
But there are 4 of us and 1 of you.

  
So get some more guys and then it'll be an even fight.

  
Guys, stop it.

  
Stop it!

  
Enough!

  
Guys, he's had enough.

  
Outside. All of you.

  
- Now.
- Yes, sir.

  
- What...
- I just bought a drink.

  
You all right, son?

  
You can whistle really loud, you know that?

  
You know I couldn't believe it when the bartender told me who you are.

  
- Who am I, captain Pike?
- Your father's son.

  
Can I get another one?

  
For my dissertation I was assigned USS Kelvin.

  
Something I admired about your dad,
he didn't believe in no-win scenarios.

  
Sure learned his lesson.

  
Well that depends on how you define winning.

  
- You're here, aren't you?
- Thanks.

  
You know that instinct to leap without
looking, that was his nature too...

  
and in my opinion it's something Starfleet's lost.

  
Why are you talking to me man?

  
Because I looked up your file while
you were drooling on the floor.

  
Your aptitude tests are off the charts, so what is it?

  
You like being the only genius level
repeat-offender in the mid-west?

  
Maybe I love it.

  
So your dad dies, you can settle for a less than an ordinary life.

  
Or do you feel that you were meant for
something better? Something special?

  
- Enlist in Starfleet.
- Enlist?

  
You guys must be way down on your
recruiting quarter for the month.

  
If you're half the man your father was Jim,

  
Starfleet could use you.

  
You can be an officer in 4 years, you can have your own ship in 8.

  
You understand what the Federation is,
don't you? It's important,

  
It's a peacekeeping and humanitarian armada.

  
We done?

  
I'm done.

  
Riverside shipyard. Shuttle for new recruits leaves tomorrow - 08:00.

  
Your father was captain of a starship for 12 minutes.

  
He saved 800 lives, including your mother's and yours.

  
I dare you to do better.

  
Nice ride man.

  
It's yours.

  
4 years? I'll do it in 3.

  
At ease gentlemen.

  
Never did get that first name.

  
- You need a doctor.
- I told you people,

  
I don't need a doctor, damn it. I am a doctor.

  
You need to get back to your seat.

  
- I had one, in the bathroom with no windows.
- You need to get back to your seat, now!

  
I suffer from aviofobia, that means fear of dying in something that flies.

  
Sir, for your own safety, sit down or else I'll make you sit down!

  
- Fine.
- Thank you.

  
This is captain Pike, we've been cleared for takeoff.

  
I may throw up on you.

  
- I think these things are pretty safe.
- Don't pander to me kid.

  
One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds.

  
A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats.

  
And while you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles,

  
see if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding.

  
Space is disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence.

  
Well I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space.

  
Yeah, well... I've got nowhere else to go,

  
the ex wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce.

  
All I've got left is my bones.

  
- Jim Kirk.
- McCoy. Leonard McCoy.

  
Captain Nero. You've been requested on the bridge, sir.

  
Ayel says it's time.

  
Sir, we've arrived at the coordinates we calculated.

  
There's nothing here.
What are your orders?

  
We wait.

  
We wait for the one who allowed our home to be destroyed.

  
As we've been doing for 25 years.

  
- And once we've killed him?
- Kill him?

  
I'm not gonna kill him.
I gonna make him watch.

  
Capture that ship.

  
Welcome back, Spock.

  
- Why are you so happy?
- I do not know what you're talking about.

  
- No, I don't suppose you do.
- Hello ladies.

  
- I'm taking the test again.
- You've got to be kidding.

  
Yeah, tomorrow morning and I want you there.

  
You know I've got better things to do...

  
than watch you embarrass yourself for the 3rd time.

  
I am a doctor, Jim. I'm busy.

  
Bones, it doesn't bother you that no one’s ever passed the test.

  
Jim, it's Kobayashi Maru.
No one passes the test.

  
And no one goes back for seconds, let alone thirds.

  
I've gotta study.

  
Study, my ass.

  
Jim, I think I love you.

  
- That is so weird.
- Lights.

  
- Did you just say that is so weird.
- Yeah, I did, but I...

  
You don't love me too?

  
Oh, no, my roommate.

  
I thought you said she was gone for the night.

  
Obviously she's not, quick, you gotta... just get under the bed.

  
- Under...?
- Look, just get under the bed.

  
- She can't see you here.
- Why not?

  
Because I promised her I'd stop bringing guys back to the dorm.

  
- Well how... how many guys have y...?
- Just d... just down.

  
- Hey.
- Hey. How are you?

  
- Good.
- Strangest thing...

  
I was in the long range sensor lab.

  
Yeah, I... I thought all night...

  
I was tracking solar systems and I picked up an emergency transmission.

  
- Really?
- Yeah.

  
From a Klingon prison planet.

  
- No.
- Yeah.

  
A Klingon armada was destroyed, 47 ships.

  
So, you're not going back to the lab tonight?

  
- Gaila, who is he?
- Who's who?

  
The mouth-breather hiding under your bed.

  
- You could hear me breathing?
- You.

  
- Big day tomorrow.
- You're gonna fail.

  
- Gaila, see you around.
- Get out.

  
If I pass will you tell me your first name?

  
No. Good night.

  
I think the fact that you picked up a transmission is very impress...

  
We're receiving a distress signal from the USS Kobayashi Maru.

  
The ship has lost power and is stranded.

  
Starfleet command has ordered us to rescue them.

  
Starfleet command has ordered us to rescue them... captain.

  
Two Klingon vessels have entered the neutral zone...

  
and are locking weapons on us.

  
- That's okay.
- That's okay?

  
Yeah, don't worry about it.

  
Did he say don't worry about it?

  
Is he not taking the simulation seriously?

  
Three more Klingon war birds decloaking and targeting our ship.

  
I don't suppose this is a problem either?

  
They're firing, captain.

  
Alert medical bay to prepare to receive...

  
all crew members from the damaged ship.

  
And how do you expect us to rescue them...

  
when we're surrounded by Klingons... captain?

  
Alert medical.

  
Our ship is being hit, shields at 60%.

  
I understand.

  
Should we, I don't know, fire back?

  
- No.
- Of course not.

  
What is this?
What's going on?

  
Hm. Arm photons. Prepare to fire
on the Klingon war birds.

  
- Yes, sir.
- Jim, their shields are still up.

  
Are they?

  
- No, they're not.
- Fire on all enemy ships.

  
One photon each should do let's not waste ammunition.

  
Target locked an acquired on all war birds.

  
Firing.

  
All ships destroyed, captain.

  
Begin rescue of the stranded crew.

  
So, we've managed to eliminate all enemy ships,

  
no one on board was injured,

  
and the successful rescue of the
Kobayashi Maru crew is under way.

  
How the hell did that kid beat your test?

  
I do not know.

  
This session has been called to resolve a troubling matter.

  
James T. Kirk, step forward.

  
Cadet Kirk, evidence has been submitted to this council,

  
suggesting that you violated the ethical code of conduct

  
pursuing to regulation 17.43 of the Starfleet code.

  
Is there anything you care to say before we begin, sir?

  
Yes. I believe I have the right to face my accuser directly?

  
Step forward please.

  
This is commander Spock. He is one
of our most distinguished graduates.

  
He's programmed the Kobayashi Maru exam for the last 4 years.

  
Commander.

  
Cadet Kirk, you somehow managed to
install and activate a subroutine...

  
in the programming code, thereby
changing the conditions of the test.

  
- Your point being?
- In academic vernacular. You cheated.

  
Let me ask you something, I think we all know the answer to.

  
The test itself is a cheat, isn't it?
You programmed it to be unwinnable.

  
Your argument precludes the possibility of a no-win scenario?

  
I don't believe in no-win scenarios.

  
Then not only did you violate the rules,

  
you also failed to understand the principle lesson.

  
Please, enlighten me.

  
You of all people should know, cadet Kirk,

  
a captain cannot cheat death.

  
- I of all people?
- Your father,

  
Lt. George Kirk assumed command of his vessel...

  
before being killed in action, did he not?

  
I don't think you like the fact that I beat your test.

  
Further more you have failed to define the purpose of the test.

  
- Enlighten me again.
- The purpose is to experience fear.

  
Fear in the face of certain death.
To accept that fear

  
and maintain control of oneself and one's crew.

  
This is a quality expected in every Starfleet captain.

  
Excuse me, sir.

  
We've received a distress call from Vulcan.

  
With our primary fleet engaged in the Laurentian system,

  
I hereby order all cadets to report to hangar 1 immediately.

  
Dismissed.

  
- Who was that pointy-eared bastard?
- I do not know.

  
But I like him.

  
Bracer, USS Farragut.

  
McCoy, USS Enterprise.
McGrath, USS Walcott.

  
Spader, USS Hood.

  
Welcome to Starfleet, Godspeed.

  
He didn't call my name.

  
Commander, sir, you didn't call my name, Kirk, James T.

  
Kirk, you're on academic suspension, that means you're grounded

  
until the academy board rules.

  
Jim, the board will rule in your favor.

  
Most likely.

  
Look Jim, I've gotta go.

  
Yeah. Yeah you go, be safe.

  
- Excuse me.
- Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.

  
Damn it.

  
Come with me.

  
Uhura, USS Farragut.
Petrovsky, USS Antares.

  
Go to your stations and good luck.

  
- Bones, where are we going?
- You'll see.

  
- Commander, a word?
- Yes, lieutenant?

  
- Was I not one of your top students?
- Indeed you were.

  
And did I not on multiple occasions demonstrate...

  
an exceptional oral sensitivity, and I quote

  
"an unparalleled ability to identify sonic anomalies...

  
in subspace transmission tests"?

  
Consistently, yes.

  
And while you were well aware that I'm qualified

  
and desire to serve on the USS Enterprise,

  
I'm assigned to the Farragut?

  
It was an attempt to avoid the appearance of favoritism.

  
No. I'm assigned to the Enterprise.

  
- Yes, I believe you are.
- Thank you.

  
- What are you doing?
- I'm doing you a favor.

  
I couldn’t just leave you there looking all pathetic, take a seat.

  
Let me give you a vaccine against viral infection...

  
from the Ovaran mud flies.

  
- What for?
- To give you the symptoms.

  
What're you talking about?

  
You're gonna start to lose vision in your left eye.

  
Yeah, I already have.

  
Oh, and you're gonna get a really bad headache and flop sweat.

  
- You call this a favor?
- Yeah, you owe me one.

  
Kirk, James T. He is not cleared for duty aboard the Enterprise.

  
Medical code states the treatment and transport of a patient is...

  
to be determined at the discretion of his attending physician.

  
Which is me, so I'm taking Mr. Kirk aboard.

  
Or you would you like to explain to captain Pike...

  
why Enterprise warped into a crisis...

  
without one of its senior medical officers?

  
- As you were.
- As you were. Come on.

  
I might throw up on you.

  
Jim, you've gotta look at this.

  
- Jim, look.
- What?

  
We need to get you changed.

  
I don't feel right.
I feel like I'm leaking.

  
Damn, it's that pointy-eared bastard.

  
- Mr. Spock.
- Captain.

  
- Engineering reports ready for launch.
- Thank you.

  
Ladies and gentlemen, the maiden voyage of our newest flagship

  
deserves more pompon circumstance that we can afford today.

  
The christening will just have to be our reward for a safe return.

  
Carry on.

  
All decks, this is Captain Pike.
Prepare for immediate departure.

  
Helm, thrusters.

  
Moorings retracted, captain, dock control reports ready.

  
Thrusters fired, separating from space dock.

  
The fleet's cleared space dock, captain.
All ships ready for warp.

  
- Set course for Vulcan.
- Aye-aye, captain.

  
Course laid in.

  
Maximum warp. Punch it.

  
- Lieutenant, where's helmsmen McKenna?
- He has lung worms sir.

  
He couldn't report to his post.

  
- I'm Hikaru Sulu.
- And you are a pilot, right?

  
Very much so, sir. I'm a...
I'm not sure what's wrong here.

  
Is the parking brake on?

  
No.

  
I figured it out, I'm just...

  
Have you disengaged the external inertial dampener?

  
- Ready for warp, sir.
- Let's punch it.

  
- Where are we?
- Medical bay.

  
- This isn't worth it.
- A little suffering's good for the soul.

  
Hi, how are you?

  
- My mouth is itchy. Is that normal?
- Well, those symptoms won't last long.

  
- I'm going to give you a mild sedative.
- Oh, I wish I didn't know you.

  
Don't be such an infant.

  
How long is it supposed to...

  
Unbelievable.

  
Engines at maximum warp captain.

  
Russian whiz kid, what's your name?
Cheikov? Chirpov?

  
- Ensign Chekov, Pavel Andrejevic, sir.
- Fine.

  
Chekov, Pavel Andrejevic, begin ship wide mission broadcast.

  
Yes, sir. Happy to.

  
Ensign authorization code 95 Wictor Wictor 2.

  
Authorization not recognized.

  
Ensign authorization code, 95 Victor Victor 2.

  
Access granted.

  
May I have your attention please.

  
At 22:00 hours, telemetry detected an anomaly in the neutral zone.

  
What appeared to be a lightning storm in space.

  
Soon after, Starfleet received a distress
signal from the Vulcan high command

  
that their planet was experiencing seismic activity.

  
Our mission is to assess the condition of Vulcan

  
and assist in evacuations if necessary.

  
We should be arriving at Vulcan within
3 minutes. Thank you for your time.

  
Lightning storm.

  
Aah Jim, you're awake. How do you feel?

  
- Good God, man!
- What? Aah!

  
- What the hell's this?
- A reaction to the vaccine. Damn it.

  
Nurse Chapel, I need 50cc of cortisone.

  
Yes, sir.

  
May I... Appeared to be a lightning storm in space.

  
We've gotta stop the ship.

  
Jim. I'm not kidding. You need to keep your heart rate down.

  
Computer, locate crew member Uhura.

  
I haven't seen a reaction this severe since medical school.

  
- We're flying into a trap!
- Damn it, Jim! Stand still.

  
Stop it!

  
- Uhura, Uhura...
- Kirk. What're you doing here?

  
Transmission from the Klingon prison planet, what exactly did it say?

  
Oh my God, what's wrong with your hands?

  
Look...Who is responsible for the Klingon attack?

  
- And was the ship Romu...?
- Was the ship what?

  
- What's happening to my mouth?
- You got numb tongue?

  
- Numb tongue?!
- I can fix that.

  
- Was the ship what?
- Romulan.

  
- What?
- Romulan.

  
- Romulan?
- Yeah.

  
- Yes.
- Yeah! Yeah. Damn it.

  
Prod Nero, seven Federation ships are on their way.

  
- Jim!
- What's going on?

  
- Jim, come back.
- Kirk!

  
Captain! Captain Pike, sir, we have to stop the ship.

  
Kirk, how the hell did you get on board the Enterprise?

  
Captain, this man is under the influence of a...

  
- severe reaction to a vaccine.
- Bones, plea...

  
He's completely delusional...

  
- And I take full responsebility.
Vulcan is not a experiencing a natural disaster,

  
it's being attacked by Romulans.

  
Romulans? Cadet Kirk, I think you've
had enough attention for one day...

  
McCoy, take him back to medical.
We'll have words later.

  
- Aye captain.
- Sir, that same anomaly...

  
Mr. Kirk is not cleared to be aboard this vessel, captain.

  
Look, I get it, you're a great...

  
I'd love to do it again with you soon...

  
- I can remove the cadet...
- Try it!

  
This cadet is trying to save the bridge!

  
By recommending a full stop mid-warp doing a rescue mission?

  
It's not a rescue mission.
Listen to me. It's an attack.

  
Based on what facts?

  
That same anomaly, a lightning storm in space that we saw today,

  
also occurred on the day of my birth.

  
Before a Romulan ship attacked the USS Kelvin.

  
You know that, sir.
I've read your dissertation.

  
That ship, which had formidable and advanced weaponry...

  
was never seen or heard from again.

  
The Kelvin attacked a place on the edge of Klingon space.

  
And at 23:00 last night there was an attack.

  
47 Klingon war birds destroyed by Romulans, sir.

  
And it was reported that the Romulans
were in one ship, one massive ship.

  
And you know of this Klingon attack how?

  
Sir, I intercepted and translated the message myself.

  
- Kirk's report is accurate.
- We're warping into a trap, sir.

  
The Romulans are waiting for us.
I promise you that.

  
The cadet's logic is sound.

  
And Lt. Uhura's is unmatched in xenolinguistics.

  
We would be wise to accept her conclusion.

  
Scan Vulcan space. Check for any transmissions in Romulan.

  
Sir, I'm not sure I can distinguish the Romulan language from Vulcan.

  
What about you?
Do you speak Romulan, cadet?

  
Uhura. All 3 dialects, sir.

  
- Uhura, relieve the lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.

  
Hannity, hail the USS Truman.

  
All the other ships are out of warp sir and have arrived at Vulcan,

  
but we seem to have lost all contact.

  
Sir, I pick up no Romulan transmission
or transmission of any kind in the area.

  
It's because they're being attacked.

  
Shields up. Red alert.

  
Arrival at Vulcan in 5 seconds.

  
4... 3... 2...

  
- Emergency evasives.
- Running, sir.

  
- Damage report.
- Deflector shields are holding.

  
All stations.
Engineer Olson, report.

  
Full reverse. Come about starboard, 90°.
Drop us down underneath them, Sulu.

  
- Sir, there's another Federation ship.
- Destroy it too.

  
Fire torpedoes.

  
Captain, they're locking torpedoes.

  
Divert auxiliary power from port nossel to forward shields.

  
- Sulu, status report.
- Shields at 32%.

  
Their weapons are powerful, sir.
We can't take another hit like that.

  
- Get me Starfleet command.
- Captain.

  
The Romulan ship has lowered some kind of high energy pulse device

  
into the Vulcan atmosphere.

  
It's signal appears to be blocking our
communications and transporter abilities.

  
All power to forward shields.
Prepare to fire all weapons.

  
Weapons ready.

  
Wait!

  
- Gohol, magnify!
- Yes, sir.

  
Captain, we're being hailed.

  
Hello.

  
I'm captain Christopher Pike.
To whom am I speaking?

  
Hi Christopher, I'm Nero.

  
You've declared war against the Federation. Withdraw...

  
I'll agree to arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral location.

  
I do not speak for the Empire.
We stand apart.

  
As does your Vulcan crew member.
Isn't that right, Spock?

  
Pardon me, I do not believe that you and I are acquainted.

  
No, we're not.

  
Not yet.

  
Spock, there's something I would like you to see.

  
Captain Pike, your transporter has been disabled.

  
As you can see, by the rest of the armada, you have no choice.

  
You will man a shuttle. Come aboard the Narada for negotiations.

  
That is all.

  
- They’ll kill you, you know that.
- Your survival is unlikely.

  
Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy.

  
Going over to that ship is a mistake.

  
I too agree. You should rethink your strategy.

  
I understand that.

  
I need officers who've been trained in advanced hand to hand combat.

  
I have training, sir.

  
Come with me.

  
Kirk, you too. You're not supposed to be here anyway.

  
- Chekov, you have the con.
- Aye, Captain.

  
Prepare the red matter.

  
Yes, sir.

  
Without transporters we can't beam off the ship.

  
We can't assist Vulcan, we can't do our job.

  
Mr. Kirk, Mr. Sulu, Engineer Olson will space-jump from the shuttle.

  
You will land on that machine they've lowered into the atmosphere...

  
that's scrambling our gear, you'll get inside, you'll disable it...

  
then you'll beam back to the ship.

  
Mr. Spock, I'm leaving you in command of the Enterprise.

  
Once we have transport capability and communication back up

  
you'll contact Starfleet and report what the hell's going on here.

  
And if all else fails, fall back...

  
and rendezvous with the fleet in the Laurentian system.

  
Kirk, I'm promoting you to first officer.

  
- What?
- Captain?

  
Please, I apologize. The complexities of Human pranks escape me.

  
It's not a prank, Spock.

  
And I am not the captain, you are.

  
Let's go.

  
Sir, after we knock out that drill, what happens to you?

  
I guess you have to come and get me.

  
Careful with the ship, Spock, She's brand new.

  
- Dr. Puri, report.
- It's McCoy.

  
Doctor Puri was on deck 6.
He's dead.

  
Then you have just inherited his responsibility as chief medical officer.

  
Yeah, tell me something I don't know.

  
Shuttle 89, USS Enterprise, you are clear for...

  
- You've got the charges, right?
- Oh yeah.

  
Can't wait to kick some Romulan ass.

  
- Yeah.
- Oh yeah.

  
So what kinda combat training do you have?

  
Fencing.

  
Pre-jump.

  
Shuttle commander, you are clear from USS Enterprise...

  
Gentlemen, we're approaching the drop zone.

  
You have one shot to land on that platform.

  
They may have defenses, so pull your chute as late as possible.

  
3... 2... 1.

  
Remember, the Enterprise won't be able to beam you back...

  
until you've turned off that drill.

  
Good luck.

  
Away team is entering the atmosphere, sir.

  
20.000 meters.

  
Approaching the platform at 5.800 meters.

  
Kirk to Enterprise, distance to target 5.000 meters.

  
- 4.600 meters from the platform.
- 4.100 meters to target.

  
- 4.000 meters.

  
- 3.000 meters.

  
- 2.000 meters, pull the chute.

  
- 2.000 meters.
- Come on pull your chute, Olson.

  
No, not yet. Not yet.

  
- 1.500 meters.
- Open the chute!

  
- Olson, pull your chute!
- 1.000 meters.

  
Olson!

  
Olson is gone, sir.

  
Kirk has landed, sir.

  
Gimme your hand.

  
Olson had the charges.

  
I know.

  
- What do we do?
- This.

  
The jamming signal's gone.
Transport abilities are reestablished.

  
Transporter control is reengaged sir.

  
Chekov, run gravitational sensors. I wanna
know what they were doing to the planet.

  
Aye, Commander.
Captain. Sorry, Captain.

  
The drill's been sabotaged sir, but
we have reached the planet's core.

  
Launch the red matter.

  
Kirk to Enterprise. They just launched something at the planet...

  
through the hole they just drilled.

  
- Do you copy Enterprise?
- Yes, sir.

  
Captain, gravitational sensors are off the scale.

  
If my calculations are correct, they're creating a singularity...

  
that will consume the planet.

  
They're creating a black hole at the center of Vulcan?

  
Yes.

  
How long does the planet have?

  
Minutes, sir. Minutes.

  
Alert Vulcan command center to signal a planet wide evacuation...

  
all channels, all frequencies.

  
- Spock, wait.
- Maintain standard orbit.

  
- Yes, sir.
- Where are you going?

  
To evacuate the Vulcan High Council.

  
Their task is to protect our cultural history,

  
- My parents will be among them.
- Can't you beam them out?

  
It is impossible. They will be in the Katric ark.

  
I must get them myself.

  
- Chekov, you have the con.
- Aye.

  
Kirk to Enterprise.
Beam us out of here.

  
Stand by, locking on your signal.

  
- Retract the drill. Let's move out
- Yes, sir.

  
Pull it up.

  
I can't lock on to them, don't move. Don't move!

  
Hey, Sulu!

  
Sulu!

  
Hold on.

  
I've gotcha, now pull my chute.

  
Kirk to Enterprise!
We're falling without a chute!

  
Beam us up!

  
- I'm trying, I can't lock on to your signal.
- Beam us up!

  
- You're moving too fast.
- Beam us up!

  
I can do that. I can do that!

  
- Take the con.
- Aye, sir.

  
The black hole's expanding.

  
We won't reach minimum safe distance
if we don't leave immediately.

  
Move. Move. Move. Move.
I can do that. I can do that.

  
Move. Move. Move...

  
Give me manual control, I can lock on.
- Beam us up!

  
- Enterprise, where are you?
- Hold on. Hold on! Hold on!

  
Now! Now! Now! Do it now! Now! Now! Now! Now!

  
Hold on. Hold on. Compensating gravitational pull and...

  
Gotcha.

  
- Thanks.
- No problem.

  
Clear the pad. I'm beaming to the surface.

  
The surface of what?

  
What, you're going down there?
Are you nuts?

  
- Spock, you can't do that.
- Energize.

  
Spock?

  
The planet has only seconds left, we must evacuate.

  
Mother, now.

  
Spock to Enterprise.
Get us out now.

  
Locking on you. Don't move.
Stay right where you are.

  
Transport in 5... 4... 3... 2...

  
- Mother!
- I'm losing her!...

  
I've lost her!

  
Acting captain's log, star date 2258.42.

  
We have had no word from captain Pike.

  
I have therefore classified him a hostage...

  
of the war criminal known as Nero...

  
Nero, who has destroyed my home planet
and most of its 6 billion inhabitants.

  
While the essence of our culture has been saved in the elders who now reside upon this ship...

  
I estimate no more than 10.000 have survived.

  
I am now a member of an endangered species.

  
I'm sorry.

  
I'm sorry.

  
I'm so sorry.

  
What do you need.
Tell me. Tell me.

  
I need everyone...

  
to continue performing admirably.

  
Okay.

  
You must have a lotta questions for me.

  
I only have one for you.

  
I need the subspace frequencies of
Starfleet's border protection grids.

  
Specifically those surrounding Earth.

  
Christopher, answer my question.

  
No, you answer for the genocide you just
committed against a peaceful planet.

  
No, I prevented genocide.

  
In my time, where I come from, this is a simple mining vessel.

  
I chose a life of honest labor.

  
To provide for myself and the wife who was expecting my child.

  
I was off planet doing my job, while your Federation did nothing.

  
And allowed my people to burn
while their planet broke in half.

  
And Spock, he didn't help us, he betrayed us.
- No, no...

  
You're confused, you're misinformed.

  
Romulus hasn't been destroyed.

  
It's out there right now.

  
You're blaming the Federation for
something that hasn't happened...

  
It has happened! I watched it happen!

  
I saw it happen!
Don't tell me it didn't happen!

  
And when I lost her, I promised myself retribution.

  
And for 25 years I planned my revenge against the Federation.

  
And forgot what it was like to live a normal life.

  
I did not forget the pain.

  
It's a pain that every surviving Vulcan now shares.

  
My purpose, Christopher,

  
Is to not simply avoid the destruction of the home that I love...

  
But to create a Romulus that exists, free of the Federation.

  
You see only then will she be truly saved.

  
That is why I will destroy all the remaining Federation planets.

  
Starting with yours.

  
Then we have nothing left to discuss.

  
You will give me the frequencies to disable Earth's defenses.

  
Centaurian slugs.
They latch on to your brain stem...

  
and release a toxin that will force you to answer.

  
Frequencies please, sir.

  
Christopher Pike, captain of the USS Enterprise...

  
As you wish.

  
Have you confirmed that Nero is heading for Earth?

  
Their trajectory suggests no other destination, Captain.

  
Thank you, Lieutenant.

  
Earth may be his next stop, but we have to assume...

  
every Federation planet's a target.

  
Out of the chair.

  
Well, if the Federation is the target, why didn't they destroy us?

  
Why would they? Why waste a weapon?
We obviously weren't a threat.

  
That is not it.
He said he wanted me to see something.

  
The destruction of my home planet.

  
How the hell did they do that, by the way?

  
And where did the Romulans get that kind of weaponry?

  
The engineering comprehension necessary
to artificially create a black hole...

  
may suggest an answer.

  
Such technology could theoretically be manipulated...

  
to create a tunnel through space-time.

  
Damn it man, I am a doctor, not a physicist.

  
Are you actually suggesting they're from the future?

  
If you eliminate the impossible, what ever remains, however improbable...

  
must be the truth.

  
How poetic.

  
Then what would an angry future Romulan want with captain Pike?

  
As captain he does know details of Starfleet's defenses.

  
What we need to do is catch up to that ship.

  
Disable it, take it over and get Pike back.

  
We are technologically outmatched in every way.

  
A rescue attempt would be illogical.

  
Nero's ship would have to drop out of warp for us to overtake it.

  
Then what about assigning engineering
crews to try and boost our warp yield?

  
Remaining power and crew are being used to repair radiation leaks on the lower decks.

  
- and damage to subspace communications,
- Okay. Alright. Alright.

  
- without which we cannot contact Starfleet.
- There's got to be some way.

  
We must gather with the rest of Starfleet.

  
To balance the terms of the next engagement,

  
There won't be a next engagement.

  
By the time we've gathered it'll be too late.

  
You say he's from the future and knows what's gonna happen,

  
then the logical thing is to be unpredictable.

  
You're assuming that Nero knows how event's are predicted to unfold?

  
The contrary, Nero's very presence has altered the flow of history,

  
beginning with the attack on the USS Kelvin, culminating in the events of today,

  
thereby creating an entire new chain of incidents, that cannot be anticipated by either party.

  
An alternate reality.

  
Precisely.

  
Whatever our lives might have been, if the time continuum was disrupted...

  
our destinies have changed.

  
Mr. Sulu, plot a course for the Laurentian system, warp factor 3.

  
Spock, don't do that.
Running back to the rest of the fleet for a-a...

  
a con fab is a massive waste of time.
- These are the orders...

  
...issued by Captain Pike when he left the ship.
- He also ordered us to go back and get him.

  
- Spock, you are captain now, you have to make-
- I am aware of my responsibilities,

  
- Mr. Kirk...
- Every second we waste,

  
Nero's getting closer to his next target.
- That is correct and why I'm instructing you

  
to accept the fact that I alone am in command.
- I will not allow us to go backwards...

  
and cower from the problem instead of hunting Nero down.

  
Security, escort him out.

  
- No Jim!

  
Get him off this ship.

  
Computer, where am I?

  
Location: Delta Vega.
Class M planet: Unsafe.

  
There is a Starfleet outpost 14 km to the northwest.

  
- Remain in your pod...
- Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

  
Star date 2258.42.

  
For... for... Whatever.

  
Acting captain Spock has
marooned me on Delta Vega.

  
What I believe to be a violation of security protocol 49.
  
Governing the treatment of
prisoners aboard a starship.

  
James T. Kirk.

  
- Excuse me?
- How did you find me?

  
How do you know my name?

  
I have been and always shall be your friend.

  
Look, I don't know you.

  
I am Spock.

  
Bullshit.

  
It is remarkably pleasing to see you again old friend.

  
Especially after the events of today.

  
Sir, I- I appreciate what you did for me today but

  
If- if you were Spock, you'd know we're not friends at all.

  
You hate me, you marooned me here for mutiny.

  
- Mutiny?
- Yes.

  
You are not the captain?

  
No, no...ehm, You're the captain.

  
Pike was taken hostage.

  
By Nero?

  
What do you know about him?

  
He is a particularly troubled Romulan.

  
Please, allow me.

  
It will be easier.

  
- Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
- Our minds, one and together.

  
129 years from now, a star will explode
and threaten to destroy the galaxy.

  
That is where I'm from Jim.

  
The future.

  
A star went supernova.

  
Consuming everything in its path.

  
I promised the Romulans that I would save their planet.

  
We outfitted our fastest ship.

  
Using red matter I would create a black hole

  
which would absorb the exploding star.

  
I was on root when the unthinkable happened.

  
The supernova destroyed Romulus.

  
I had little time.

  
I had to extract the red matter and shoot it into the supernova.

  
As I began my return trip I was intercepted.

  
- He called himself Nero,
- Last of the Romulan Empire.

  
In my attempt to escape, both of us were pulled into the black hole.

  
Nero went through first.
He was the first to arrive.

  
Nero and his crew spent the next 25 years awaiting my arrival.

  
But what was years for Nero

  
was only seconds for me.

  
I went through the black hole.

  
Nero, was waiting for me.

  
He held me responsible for the loss of his world.

  
He captured my vessel and spared my life.

  
For one reason...

  
So that I would know his pain.

  
He beamed me here so that I could observe his vengeance.

  
As he was helpless to save his planet,

  
I would be helpless to save mine.

  
Billions of lives lost because of me, Jim.

  
Because I failed.

  
Forgive me. Emotional transference
is an effect of the mind meld.

  
- So you do feel.
- Yes.

  
Going back in time you changed all our lives.

  
Jim. We must go.

  
There is a Starfleet outpost, not far from here.

  
Wait.

  
Where you came from...

  
Did I know my father?

  
Yes.

  
You often spoke of him as being your
inspiration for joining Starfleet.

  
He proudly lived to see you
become captain of the Enterprise.

  
Captain?

  
A ship we must return you to as soon as possible.

  
- Warp 3, sir.

  
- Course 151, mach 3.
Laurentian system, sir.

  
- Thank you gentlemen.

  
- You wanted to see me?
- Yes. Doctor.

  
I am aware that James Kirk is a friend of yours.

  
I recognize that supporting me, as
you did, must have been difficult.

  
Is that a thank you?

  
I am simply acknowledging your difficulties.

  
Permission to speak freely, sir.

  
- I welcome it.
- Do you?

  
Okay then. Are you out of your Vulcan mind?

  
Are you making a logical choice sending Kirk away? Probably, but the right one?

  
Back home we've got a saying.

  
If you're gonna ride in the Kentucky derby, you don't leave your prize stallion in the stable.

  
A curious metaphor, Doctor, as a stallion must first be broken,

  
before it can reach its potential.

  
My God man. You could at least
act like it was a hard decision.

  
I intend to insist in the effort to reestablish communication with Starfleet.

  
However, if crew moral is better served by my roaming the halls weeping...

  
I would gladly defer to your medical expertise.

  
Excuse me.

  
Green blooded hopgoblin.

  
Hello?

  
What?

  
You realize how unacceptable this is?

  
- Fascinating.
- What?

  
Okay, I am sure you're just doing your job,
but could you not come a wee bit sooner?

  
Six months I've been here.

  
Living off Starfleet protein nips and a promise of a good meal.

  
And I know exactly what's going on here, okay?

  
Punishment, isn't it? Ongoing.
For something that was clearly an accident.

  
- You are Montgomery Scott.

  
- You know him?
Aye that's me, you're in the right place.

  
Unless there's another hard working
equally starved Starfleet officer around.

  
- Me.
- Getiff, shut up.

  
You don't eat anything, you can
eat like, a bean and you're done.

  
I'm talking about food, real food.

  
But you're here now.
So, thank you, where is it?

  
You are in fact a Mr. Scott, who postulated the theory of transwarp beaming?

  
That's what I'm talking about.
How'd ya think I wound up here?

  
I had a little debate with my instructor on the issue of...

  
Relativistic physics and how it pertains to subspace travel.

  
He seemed to think that the range of transporting something like a...

  
Like a grapefruit, was limited to about a 100 miles.

  
I told him that, I could not only beam a grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet

  
in the same system, which is easy by the way.

  
I could do it with a life form.

  
So, I tested it on admiral Archer's prize beagle.

  
I know that dog, what happened to it?

  
I'll tell you when it reappears.

  
I don't know, I do feel guilty about that.

  
What if I told you that your
transwarp theory was correct?

  
That it is indeed possible to beam onto
a ship, that is travelling at warp speed?

  
I think that if that equation had been
discovered, I'd have heard about it.

  
The reason you haven't heard of it, Mr. Scott,

  
is because you haven't discovered it yet.

  
- Are you from the future?
- Yeah he is, I'm not.

  
Well that's brilliant, do they still have sandwiches there?

  
Well, she's a wee bit dodgy.
Shield emitters are...

  
Totally bum jacked as well as a few other things.

  
Well in you go.

  
So, the Enterprise has had it's maiden voyage, has it?

  
She is one well endowed lady.

  
I'd like to get my hands on her ample nossels,

  
if you'd pardon me engineering parlance.

  
Except the thing is, even if I believed you, right.

  
Where you're from, what I've done...

  
Which I don't, by the way.

  
You're still talking about beaming aboard the Enterprise

  
while she's travelling faster than light without a proper receiving pad.

  
Get off there, it's not a climbing frame.

  
The notion of transwarp beaming is like,

  
trying to hit a bullet with a smaller bullet

  
whilst wearing a blindfold, riding a horse.

  
What's that?

  
Your equation for achieving transwarp beaming.

  
You're out of it...

  
Imagine that, it never occurred to me to think of space as the thing that was moving.

  
You're coming with us, right?

  
No, Jim. That is not my destiny.

  
Your dest...

  
He. The other Spock is not gonna believe me, only you...

  
can explain what the hell has happened.
- Under no circumstances...

  
can he be made aware of my existence, you must promise me this.

  
You're telling me I can't tell you...

  
that I'm following you're own orders, why not? What happens?

  
Jim, this is one rule you cannot break.

  
To stop Nero, you alone must take command of your ship.

  
How, over your dead body?

  
Preferably, not.

  
However, there is Starfleet regulation 619.

  
619 states that any command officer...

  
who is emotionally compromised by the mission at hand...

  
must resign set command.

  
So, you're saying that I have to
emotionally compromise you... guys?

  
Jim, I just lost my planet.

  
I can tell you, I am emotionally compromised.

  
What you must do is get me to show it.

  
Aye then lady, live or die, let's get this over with.

  
You cannot come with me, go on.

  
Coming back in time, changing history, that's cheating.

  
A trick I learned from an old friend.

  
Live long and prosper.

  
Mr. Scott?

  
Mr. Scott, can you hear me?

  
Hold on a second.

  
No. No!

  
Turbine release valve - actable!

  
You all right?
You all right?!

  
My head's buzzing and I'm soaked, but otherwise I'm fine.

  
Captain Spock, detecting unauthorized
access to water turbine control board.

  
Bring up the video.

  
Security, seal the engineering deck.
We have intruders in turbine section 3.

  
Set phasers to stun.

  
Halt!

  
Come with me...

  
Cupcake!

  
Who are you?

  
- I'm with him.
- He's with me.

  
We're travelling at warp speed.

  
How did you manage to beam aboard this ship?

  
Hey you're the genius, you figure it out.

  
As acting captain of this vessel
I order you to answer the question.

  
Well I'm not telling, acting captain.

  
What, did-?

  
What now? That doesn't frustrate you, does it?

  
My lack of cooperation, that- that doesn't make you angry?

  
- Are you a member of Starfleet?
- I... Uhm... yes. Can I get a towel, please?

  
Under penalty of court martial I order you to explain to me...

  
how you were able to beam aboard the ship while moving at warp?

  
Well.

  
- Don't answer him.
- You will answer me.

  
- I'd rather not take sides.
- What is it with you, Spock?

  
Your planet was just destroyed,

  
your mother murdered, and you're not even upset.

  
If you are presuming that these experiences in any way

  
impede my ability to command this ship, you are mistaken.

  
And yet you were the one who said fear was necessary for command.

  
I-, d- did you his ship?
Do you see what he did?

  
- Yes, of course I did.
- So are you afraid or aren't you?

  
I will not allow you to lecture
me about the merits of emotion.

  
- Then why don't you stop me?

  
- Step away from me Mr. Kirk.
What is it like not to feel anger or heartbreak?

  
Or the need, to stop at nothing, to avenge
the death of the woman who gave birth to you.

  
- Back away from me.
- You feel nothing!

  
It must not even compute for you.

  
- You never loved her!
- No!

  
Spock.

  
Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty.

  
I hereby relinquish my command based on the
fact that I have been emotionally compromised.

  
Please note the time and date in the ship's log.

  
I like this ship.

  
You know it's exciting.

  
Well congratulations, Jim, now we've got no captain

  
and no God damn first officer to replace him.

  
Yeah we do.

  
- What?
- Pike made him first officer.

  
- You've gotta be kidding me.
- Thanks for the support.

  
I sure hope you know what you're doing, captain.

  
So do I.

  
Attention, crew of the Enterprise, this is James Kirk.

  
Mr. Spock has resigned commission
and advanced me to acting captain.

  
I know you're all expecting to regroup with the fleet,

  
but I'm ordering a pursuit course of the enemy ship to Earth.

  
I want all departments at battle
stations and ready in 10 minutes.

  
Either we're going down or they are.

  
Kirk out.

  
Speak your mind Spock.

  
That would be unwise.

  
What is necessary is never unwise.

  
I am as conflicted as I once was as a child.

  
You will always be a child of two worlds.

  
I am grateful for this.

  
And for you.

  
I feel anger for the one who took mother's life.

  
An anger I cannot control.

  
I believe, as she would say...

  
do not try to.

  
You asked me once, why I married your mother.

  
I married her because I loved her.

  
Whatever the case, we need to get aboard Nero's ship undetected.

  
You can't just go in there guns blazing, Jim, not with their typ-...

  
I'm telling you the math doesn't support...

  
- Captain Kirk. Captain Kirk.
- Yes, Chekov. What is it?

  
Based on the Nerada’s course from Vulcan...

  
I have projected that Nero will travel pass Saturn.

  
Like you said we need to stay
invisible to Nero or he'll destroy us.

  
If Mr. Scott can get us to warp factor 4...

  
and if we drop out of warp behind
one of Saturn's moons, say Titan.

  
The magnetic distortion from the planet's rings...

  
will make us invisible to Nero's sensors.

  
From there, as long as the drill is not activated...

  
we can beam aboard the enemy ship.

  
Aye, that might work.

  
- Wait a minute kid, how old are you?
- 17, sir.

  
Oh good, he's 17.

  
Doctor.

  
Mr. Chekov is correct.
I can confirm his telemetry.

  
If Mr. Sulu is able to maneuver us into position

  
I can beam aboard Nero's ship,
steal back the black hole device

  
and if possible, bring back Captain Pike.

  
I won't allow you to do that Mr. Spock.

  
Romulans and Vulcans share a common ancestry.

  
Our cultural similarities will make it easier...

  
for me to access the ship's computer...

  
to locate the device.

  
Also my mother was human.

  
Which makes Earth the only home I have left.

  
Then I'm coming with you.

  
I would cite regulation, but
I know you will simply ignore it.

  
See? We are getting to know each other.

  
Prepare the drill.

  
All stop in 3... 2... 1.

  
Give me 1/4 impulse burst for 5 seconds.

  
I'll do the rest with thrusters.
On my mark.

  
Aye.

  
Fire.

  
Transporter room.
We are in position above Titan.

  
Really?
Fine job Mr. Sulu, well done.

  
How are we Scotty?

  
Unbelievably sir, the ship is in position.

  
Whatever happens Mr. Sulu,

  
if you think you have the tactical advantage...

  
you fire on that ship even if we're
still on board. That's an order.

  
Yes, sir.

  
Otherwise we'll contact the Enterprise
when we're ready to be beamed back.

  
Good luck.

  
- I will be back.
- You better be.

  
- I'll be monitoring your frequency.
- Thank you, Nyota.

  
- So her first name's Nyota?
- I have no comment on the matter.

  
Oky doky then. If there’s any common
sense in the design of the enemy's ship

  
I should be putting you somewhere in the
cargo bay, shouldn't be a soul in site.

  
Energize.

  
Captain, we have Starfleet officers aboard the ship.

  
- One of them is Vulcan.
- No.

  
Ayel!

  
- I'll cover ya.
- Are you certain?

  
Yeah, I've gotcha.

  
Do you know where it is?
The black hole device?

  
And Captain Pike.

  
Move.

  
They have activated the drill.

  
Communication and transportation are inoperative.

  
Sulu, please tell me you have them.

  
Otherwise we won't be able to beam them back.

  
Kirk and Spock are on their own now.

  
I foresee a complication.
The design of this ship is...

  
far more advanced than I have anticipated.

  
Voice print and face recognition analysis enabled.

  
Welcome back ambassador Spock.

  
Oh that's weird.

  
Computer, what is your manufacturing origin?

  
Star date 2387. Commissioned
by the Vulcan Science Academy.

  
It appears that you have been keeping
important information from me.

  
You'll be able to fly this thing, right?

  
Something tells me I already have.

  
- Good luck.
- Jim.

  
The statistical likelihood that our plan will succeed...

  
is less than 4,3%.
- It'll work.

  
In the event that I do not return please tell Lt. Uhura...

  
Spock, it'll work.

  
Fascinating.

  
Startup sequence initiated.

  
Nero, order your men to disable the drill or I will-...

  
I know your face from Earth's history.

  
James T. Kirk was considered to be a great man.

  
He went on to Captain the USS Enterprise.

  
But that was another life.

  
A life I will deprive you of
just like I did your father.

  
Captain Nero. The Vulcan ship's been
taken. The drill has been destroyed.

  
Spock! Spock!

  
- Open a channel.
- Yes, sir.

  
Spock, I knew I should have
killed you when I had the chance.

  
I hereby confiscate this illegally obtained ship...

  
and order you to surrender your vessel. No terms.

  
That ship... take it out.

  
- Sir, if you ignite the red matter..
- I want the Spock dead now!

  
- He went to warp.
- Go after him.

  
Yes, sir.

  
Your species is even weaker than I expected.

  
You can't even speak.

  
What?

  
I got your gun.

  
What's he doing?

  
Ambassador Spock, you are on a collision course.

  
Fire everything.

  
Incoming missiles. If the ship is hit,
the red matter will be ignited.

  
Understood.

  
Captain, I've picked up another ship.

  
- What are you doing here?
- Following orders.

  
Enterprise now!

  
Nice timing Scotty.

  
I've never beamed three people from two targets

  
onto one pad before.

  
- Jim. - Bones.
- I've got him.

  
That was pretty good.

  
Captain, the enemy ship is loosing
power. They're shields are down.

  
- Hail them now.
- Aye.

  
This is captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise.

  
Your ship is compromised.
You're too close to the singularity

  
to survive without assistance
which we are willing to provide.

  
Captain, what are you doing?

  
You show them compassion, may be the only way to earn peace with Romulus.

  
It's logic Spock, thought you'd like that.

  
No, not really. Not this time.

  
I would rather suffer the end of Romulus a thousand times,

  
I would rather die in agony than accept assistance from you.

  
You've got it.

  
Arm phasers.
Fire everything we've got.

  
Yes, sir.

  
- Sulu, let's go home.
- Yes, sir.

  
- Why aren't we at warp?
- We are, sir.

  
Kirk to engineering.
Get us out of here, Scotty.

  
You bet your ass captain.

  
Captain, we're caught in
the gravity well. It's got us.

  
Go to maximum warp. Push it!

  
I'm giving it all she's got captain.

  
All she's got isn't good enough.
What else you got?

  
Okay, if we eject the core and detonate...

  
the blast could be enough to push us away.
I can't promise anything though.

  
Do it! Do it! Do it!

  
- Clear the area. Go!
- Yes, sir.

  
Father?

  
I am not our father.

  
There are so few Vulcans left, we
cannot afford to ignore each other.

  
Then why did you send Kirk aboard when
you alone could have explained the truth?

  
Because you needed each other.

  
I could not deprive you of the revelation
of all that you could accomplish together.

  
Of a friendship, that would define you both.

  
In ways you cannot yet realize.

  
How'd you persuade him to keep your secret?

  
He inferred that, universe ending paradoxes would ensue, should he break his promise.

  
You lied?
- Oh. I... I implied.

  
- A gamble?
- An act of faith.

  
One I hope you will repeat in the future at Starfleet.

  
In the face of extinction it is only
logical I resign my Starfleet commission

  
and help rebuild our race.

  
And yet you can be in two places at once.

  
I urge you to remain in Starfleet.

  
I've already located a suitable planet
on which to establish a Vulcan colony.

  
Spock, in this case do yourself a favor.

  
Put aside logic, do what feels right.

  
Since my customary farewell would appear awfully self serving...

  
I shall simply say good luck.

  
This assembly calls captain James Tiberius Kirk.

  
Your inspirational valor and supreme dedication to your comrades...

  
is in keeping with the highest traditions of service.

  
And reflect utmost credit to yourself, your crew and the Federation.

  
It is my honor to award you with this commendation.

  
By Starfleet order 28455, you are hereby directed to report to admiral Pike...

  
USS Enterprise, for duty as his relief.

  
I relieve you, sir.

  
I am relieved.

  
- Thank you, sir.
- Congratulations, Captain.

  
Your father would be proud of you.

  
Thrusters on full.

  
Entering thrusters and impulse engines at your command, sir.

  
Weapon systems and shields on standby.

  
Dock control reports ready, Captain.

  
Bones.

  
Buckle up.

  
Scotty, how we doin'?

  
Dilithium chambers at maximum Captain.

  
Get down!

  
Mr. Sulu, prepare to engage thrusters.

  
Permission to come aboard, Captain.

  
Permission granted.

  
As you have yet to select a first officer,

  
respectfully I would like to submit my candidacy.

  
Should you desire I can provide character references.

  
It would be my honor commander.

  
Maneuvering thrusters Mr. Sulu.

  
- Thrusters on standby.
- Take us out.

  
Aye aye, Captain.

  
Space, The final frontier

  
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise

  
Her ongoing mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

  
To seek out new life forms and new civilisations.

  
To boldly go where no one has gone before.