"Stay on top of it, Mr. Sulu." "We're holding orbit, sir." "The helm is sluggish." "Control circuits threatening to overload, captain." "Understood, engineer." "Mr. Spock." "Can't avoid these areas of turbulence?" "I believe we'll have them plotted in a few more orbits, captain." "Sickbay, to Bridge." "Switching to manual, captain." "Do we maintain this orbit?" "Spock?" "This is of great scientific importance, captain." "We're actually passing through ripples in time." "Maintain orbit." "Aye, there." "Open a channel to Starfleet Command." "Yes, sir." "Precautionary measure, lieutenant." "Broadcast to Starfleet Command my past week's log entries, starting with the unusual readings we had on the instruments and how they led us here." "Inform Starfleet Command that apparently... something or someone down on this planet.." "Bones" "..can affect changes in time, causing turbulent waves of space displacement." "Some heart flutter." "I'd better risk a few drops of cordrazine." "It's tricky stuff." "Are you sure you wanna risk..?" "You were about to make a medical comment, Jim?" "Who, me, doctor?" "We're guiding around most of the time ripples now, captain." "Good." "Mr. Spock?" "All plotted but one, captain." "Coming up on it now." "Seems to be fairly heavy displacement." "Bones!" "Back to your positions." "The hypo, captain." "It was set for cordrazine." "Empty." "Communications, emergency medical team." "Ah!" "Killers!" "Assassins!" "I won't let you!" "I'll kill you first." "I won't let you." "You won't get me." "Murderers!" "Killers!" "Security alert." "Space, the final frontier." "These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise." "Its five-year mission:" "To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before." "Captain's log, supplemental entry." "Two drops of cordrazine can save a man's life." "A hundred times that amount has just accidentally been pumped into Dr. McCoy's body, and in a strange wild frenzy, he has fled the ship's Bridge." "All connecting decks have been placed on alert." "We have no way of knowing if the madness is permanent or temporary, or in what direction it will drive McCoy." "Continue alert." "Decks 4 through 11." "Medical department knows as little as we do." "In dosages approaching this, there's some record of wild paranoia." "Confirmed by the library record tapes, captain." "Subjects failed to recognize acquaintances, became hysterically convinced that they were in mortal danger, and were seeking escape at any cost." "Extremely dangerous to himself or to anyone else who might.." "Bridge, Security." "Alert, alert." "Bridge here." "Go ahead." "Security 054, sir." "We just found the transporter chief injured." "Captain..." "Dr. McCoy has beamed himself down to the planet." "And the transporter at that time, captain, was focused on the center of the time disturbance." "So whatever's down there..." "McCoy is in the heart of it." "Set up a landing party." "Let's go get him." "Kirk out." "These ruins extend to the horizon." "Begin recording." "Recording, sir." "And of considerable age." "On the order of 10,000 centuries old." "Detail." "Fan out." "What is this thing, Mr. Spock?" "It seems to be pulsating with power of some kind." "Analysis, please." "Unbelievable, captain." "That's funny." "This single object is the source of all the time displacement." "Explain." "I can't." "For this to do what it does is impossible by any science I understand." "It is operating even now... putting out waves and waves of time displacement, which we picked up millions of miles away." "Landing party to Enterprise." "No sign of Dr. McCoy." "Search progressing." "Incredible power." "It can't be a machine as we understand mechanics." "Then what is it?" "A question." "Since before your sun burned hot in space, and before your race was born," "I have awaited...a question." "What are you?" "I am the Guardian of Forever." "Are you... machine or being?" "I am both and neither." "I am my own beginning, my own ending." "I see no reason for answers to be couched in riddles." "I answer as simply as your level of understanding makes possible." "A time portal, captain." "A gateway to other times and dimensions, if I'm correct." "As correct as possible for you." "Your science knowledge is obviously primitive." "Really?" "Annoyed, Spock?" "Behold." "A gateway to your own past, if you wish." "Killers!" "Killers!" "I won't let you get me." "I'll kill you first!" "I won't let you get.." "Assassins!" "Murderers!" "Killers!" "Spock." "If that is a doorway back through time, could we... somehow take Bones back a day in time then?" "Relive the accident." "This time be certain that the hypo accident is avoided." "Look at the speed with which the centuries are passing, captain." "To step through on precisely the day we wish..." "Guardian." "Can you change the speed at which yesterday passes?" "I was made to offer the past in this manner." "I cannot change." "Strangely compelling, isn't it?" "To step through there... and lose oneself in another world." "I am a fool." "Our tricorder is capable of recording even at this speed." "I've missed taping centuries of living history, which no man before has ever.." "Dr. McCoy!" "Bones, no!" "Where is he?" "He has passed into... what was." "Captain..." "I've lost contact with the ship." "I was talking to them, and... suddenly it went dead." "No static." "Just...nothing." "Kirk to Enterprise." "Scotty." "Nothing wrong with the communicator, sir." "Your vessel...your beginning." "All that you knew... is gone." "McCoy... has somehow changed history." "You mean we're stranded down here?" "With no past." "No future." "Captain..." "I'm frightened." "Earth's not there." "At least not the Earth we know." "We're totally alone." "Captain's log, no stardate." "For us, time does not exist." "McCoy, back somewhere in the past, has effected a change in the course of time." "All Earth history has been changed." "There is no starship Enterprise." "We have only one chance." "We have asked the Guardian to show us Earth's history again." "Spock and I will go back into time ourselves and attempt to set right whatever it was that McCoy changed." "I was recording images at the time McCoy left." "A rather barbaric period in your American history." "I believe I can approximate just when to jump." "Perhaps within a month of the correct time." "A week, if we're fortunate." "Make sure we arrive before McCoy got there." "It's vital we stop him... before he does whatever it was that changed all history." "Guardian... if we are successful.." "Then you will be returned." "It will be as though none of you had gone." "Captain... it seems impossible." "Even if you're able to find the right date..." "Then even finding McCoy would be a miracle." "There is no alternative." "Scotty... when you think you've waited long enough... each of you will have to try it." "Even if you fail... at least you'll be alive in some past world somewhere." "Aye." "Seconds now, sir." "Stand by." "Good luck, gentlemen." "Happiness at least, sir." "And... now." "I've seen old photographs of this period." "An economic upheaval had occurred." "It was called Depression, circa 1930." "Quite barbaric." "We seem to be costumed a little out of step with the time." "I'm afraid I am going to be difficult to explain in any case, captain." "Well, Mr. Spock, uh, if we can't disguise you, we'll find some way of... explaining you." "That should prove interesting." "Let's get out of here." "Fascinating." "Look out, will you?" "Why don't you watch where you're going?" "Theft, captain?" "Well, we'll... steal from the rich and give back to the poor... later." "I think I'm gonna like this century." "Simple, easier to manage." "We're not gonna have any difficulty explaining.." "Well...?" "You're a police officer." "I, uh, recognize the traditional accouterments." "You were saying you'll have no trouble explaining it." "My friend is obviously Chinese." "I see you've noticed the ears." "They're actually easy to explain." "Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child." "The unfortunate accident he had as a child." "He caught his head in a mechanical... rice picker." "But, fortunately, there was an American...missionary living close by who was actually a, uh, skilled, uh, plastic surgeon in civilian life." "All right." "All right." "Drop those bundles and put your hands on that wall there." "Come on!" "Oh, how careless of your wife to let you go out that way." "What?" "Oh, yes. it's quite untidy." "Here." "Let me help you." "You were actually enjoying my predicament back there." "At times, you seem quite human." "Captain, I hardly believe that insults are within your prerogative as my commanding officer." "Sorry." "Time we faced the unpleasant facts." "First, I believe we have about a week before McCoy arrives." "But we can't be certain." "Arrives where?" "Honolulu, Boise, San Diego?" "Why not Outer Mongolia, for that matter?" "There is a theory." "There could be some logic to the belief that time is fluid, like a river with currents, eddies, backwash." "And the same currents that swept McCoy to a certain time and place might sweep us there too." "Unless that is true, captain, we have no hope." "Frustrating." "Locked in here is the exact place and moment of his arrival." "Even the images of what he did." "If only I could tie this tricorder in with the ship's computers for just a few moments." "Couldn't you build some form of computer aid here?" "In this zinc-plated, vacuum-tubed culture?" "Yes, well, it would pose an extremely complex problem in logic, Mr. Spock." "Excuse me." "I sometimes expect too much of you." "Who's there?" "Excuse us, miss." "We didn't mean to trespass." "It's cold outside." "A lie is a very poor way to say hello." "It isn't that cold." "No." "We were being chased by a policeman." "Why?" "These clothes." "We stole them." "We didn't have any money." "Well, um..." "I could do with some help around here." "Uh, doing dishes, sweeping, general cleaning." "At what rate of payment?" "I need radio tubes and so forth." "My hobby." "Fifteen cents an hour for ten hours a day." "What are your names?" "Mine's Jim Kirk." "His is..." "Spock." "I'm Edith Keeler." "Well, you can start by cleaning up down here." "Excuse me, miss." "Where are we?" "You're in the 21st Street Mission." "Do you run this place?" "Indeed I do, Mr. Kirk." "Radio tubes... and so on." "I approve of hobbies, Mr. Spock." "Good evening." "You'll be sorry." "Why?" "You expect to eat for free or something?" "You gotta listen... to goody two-shoes." "And now, as I'm sure that somebody out there has said, it's time to pay for the soup." "Not that she's a bad-looking broad, but, uh... if she really wanted to help out a fella in need.." "Shut up." "Shut up." "I wanna hear what she has to say." "Yes, of course, captain." "Now, let's start by getting one thing straight." "I'm not a do-gooder." "If you're a bum, if you can't break off with the booze or whatever it is that makes you a bad risk, then get out." "Now I don't pretend to tell you how to find happiness and love, when every day is just a struggle to survive... but I do insist that you do survive." "Because the days and the years ahead are worth living for." "One day soon... man is going to be able to harness... incredible energies." "Maybe even the atom." "Energies that could ultimately hurl us to other worlds in.." "In some sort of spaceship." "And the men that reach out into space... will be able to find ways to feed the hungry millions of the world and to cure their diseases." "They will be able to find a way to give each man hope... and a common future." "And those are the days worth living for." "Our deserts will bloom..." "Development of atomic power is years away." "Space flight, years after that." "Speculation." "Gifted insight." "But it will come." "I...find her most uncommon," "Mr. Spock." "Prepare for tomorrow." "Get ready." "Don't give up." "Mr. Kirk." "You are uncommon workmen." "That basement looks like it's been scrubbed and polished." "Then we can report back for other work?" "Oh, yes." "Seven o'clock in the morning." "Do you have a flop for the night?" "A what?" "You really are new at this, aren't you?" "A flop is a place to sleep." "Oh." "Well, there's a vacant room at the place where I live for $2 a week." "If you want to, I'll take you there." "Thank you." "We have a flop." "We have a what, captain?" "A place to sleep." "One might have said so in the first place." "Captain, I must have some platinum." "Small block would be sufficient, 5 or 6 pounds." "By passing certain circuits through there to be used as a duo-dynetic field core.." "Uh, Mr. Spock, I've, uh, brought you some assorted vegetables, bologna and a hard roll for myself." "And I've spent the other nine-tenths of our combined salaries for the last three days on filling this order for you." "Mr. Spock, this bag does not contain platinum, silver or gold, nor is it likely to in the near future." "Captain... you're asking me to work with equipment which is hardly very far ahead of stone knives and bearskins." "McCoy will be along in a few days." "Perhaps sooner." "There's no guarantee that these...currents in time will bring us together." "This has to work." "Captain..." "Captain, in three weeks, at this rate, possibly a month..." "I might reach the first mnemonic memory circuits." "Your cap." "If you can leave right away," "I can get you five hours work at 22 cents an hour." "What..?" "What on earth is that?" "I am endeavoring, ma'am, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using, uh, stone knives and bearskins." "Captain." "Tools." "For finely detailed work." "That toolbox was locked with a combination lock, and you opened it like a real pro." "Why did you do it?" "I needed the fine tools for my radio work." "They'd have been returned in the morning." "No, I'm sorry." "I can't.." "If Mr. Spock says that he needs the tools, and that they'd be returned tomorrow morning... you can... bet your reputation on that..." "Miss Keeler." "On one condition." "Walk me home?" "I still have a few questions" "I'd like to ask about you two." "Oh." "And don't give me that" ""questions-about-little-old-us" look." "You know as well as I do how out of place you two are around here." "Interesting." "Where would you estimate we belong, Miss Keeler?" "You?" "At his side." "As if you've always been there and always will." "And you..." "You belong... in another place." "I don't know where or... how." "I'll figure it out eventually." "I'll finish with the furnace." "Captain." "Even when he doesn't say it, he does." "♪ Good night, sweetheart ♪" "♪ Though I'm not beside you ♪" "♪ Good night, sweetheart ♪" "♪ Still my love Will guide you ♪" "♪ Dream... ♪" "Why does Spock call you captain?" "Were you in the war together?" "We... served together." "And you, um... don't want to talk about it?" "Why?" "Uh, did you.." "Did you do something wrong?" "Are you afraid of something?" "Whatever it is, let me help." ""Let me help."" "A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme." "He'll recommend those three words even over "I love you."" "Centuries from now?" "Who-who is he?" "Where does he come from?" "Um.." "Where will he come from?" "Silly question." "Wanna hear a silly answer?" "Yes." "A planet... circling that far left star in Orion's belt." "See?" "How are the stone knives and bearskins?" "I may have found our focal point in time." "I think you may also find you have a connection burning someplace." "Yes, I'm overloading those lines." "I believe we'll have our answer on this screen." "Good." "And, captain... you may find this a bit distressing." "All right." "Let's see what you have." "I've slowed down the recording we made from the time vortex." "Mm-hm." "February 23, 1936." "Six years from now." ""The president and..." "Edith Keeler... conferred for some time today.."" "How bad?" "Bad enough." "The president... and Edith Keeler..." "It would seem unlikely, Jim." "Few moments ago, I read a 1930 newspaper article." "We know her future." "Within six years from now, she'll become very important, nationally famous." "Or, captain..." "Edith Keeler will die... this year." "I saw her obituary." "Some sort of traffic accident." "You must be mistaken." "They both can't be true." "Captain, Edith Keeler is the focal point in time we've been looking for." "The point in time that both we and Dr. McCoy have been drawn to." "She has two possible futures then." "And depending on whether she lives or dies... all of history will be changed." "And McCoy..." "Is the random element." "In his condition, what does he do?" "Does he kill her?" "Or perhaps he prevents her from being killed." "We don't know which." "Get this thing fixed." "We must find out before McCoy arrives." "Captain... suppose we discover... that in order to set things straight again," "Edith Keeler must die?" "Assassins!" "Murderers!" "Murderers!" "Assassins!" "You!" "What planet is this?" "No." "Don't run!" "I won't kill you!" "It's they who do the killing!" "Don't run!" "I won't kill you!" "Oh." "Why?" "What is so funny about man reaching for the moon?" "How do you know?" "I just know, that's all." "I-I feel it." "And more..." "I think that one day they're going to take all the money that they spend now on war and death.." "And make them spend it on life." "Yes." "You see the same things that I do." "We speak the same language." "The very same." "No!" "Oh!" "I'm glad you got away too." "Yeah." "I-I.." "Why do you think they wanna kill us?" "Look...fella, y.." "Y.." "You take a.." "A sip too much of that old wood alky, a-an.." "And almost anything seems like it.." "It.." "Where?" "Where are we?" "Earth?" "Uh." "Constellations seem right, but..." "Explain!" "Explain this trick." "I-I.." "Biped... small." "Good cranial development." "No doubt, considerable human ancestry." "Is that how you're able to fake all of this?" "Very good." "Modern museum perfection." "Right down to the cement beams." "Very, very good." "Oh, I'd give a lot to see the hospital." "Probably... needles and... sutures." "All the pain." "Used to had to cut and sew people like garments." "Needles and sutures." "Oh." "The terrible pain." "How long before we get a full answer?" "I'll need at least two more days before I dare make another attempt." "McCoy could have been in the city a week now, for all we know." "And whatever he does that affects her... changes history, could happen tonight, tomorrow morning." "Captain... our last bit of information was obtained at the expense of 30 hours' work in fused and burned circuits." "I must know... whether she lives or dies, Spock." "I must know what to do." "Extra!" "Extra!" "Get your morning paper!" "Get your paper!" "Read all about it!" "Oh, miss." "That coffee, it just smells wonderful." "You look terrible." "You better sit down." "Come on." "I can't." "I gotta keep moving." "I can't let 'em find me." "Oh." "There's a cot in the backroom." "Look, they won't find you there." "Come on." "This is how history went after McCoy changed it." "Here... in the late 1930s, a growing pacifist movement whose influence delayed the United States' entry into the Second World War." "While peace negotiations dragged on," "Germany had time to complete its heavy-water experiments." "Germany." "Fascism." "Hitler." "Sieg..." "Heil!" "Sieg Heil!" "Won the Second World War." "Because all this lets them develop the A-bomb first." "There's no mistake, captain." "Let me run it again." ""Edith Keeler." "Founder of the peace movement."" "But she was right." "Peace was the way." "She was right." "But at the wrong time." "With the A-bomb... and with their V-2 rockets to carry them..." "Germany captured the world." "No." "And all this because McCoy came back... and somehow kept her from dying in a street accident... as she was meant to." "We must stop him, Jim." "How did she die?" "What day?" "We can estimate general happenings from these images... but I can't trace down precise actions at exact moments, captain." "I'm sorry." "Spock..." "I believe..." "I'm in love with Edith Keeler." "Jim, Edith Keeler... must die." "Hey, now, come on." "You're not ready to take on any tigers just yet." "Lie down." "The most common question to ask would be," ""Where am I?"" "I don't think I'll ask it." "Why not?" "The only possible answer would conclusively prove that I'm... either unconscious or demented." "This looks like old Earth around 1920 or '25." "Would you care to try for '30?" "I am unconscious or demented." "I have a friend that talks about Earth the same way that you do." "Would you like to meet him?" "I'm a surgeon... not a psychiatrist." "I am Leonard McCoy... senior medical officer aboard the USS Enterprise." "I don't mean to disbelieve you, but...that's hardly a Navy uniform." "That's quite all right." "That's quite all right, dear." "Because I don't believe in you either." "Get some rest." "Edith." "Are you following me, sir?" "With ulterior motives." "Would that please you?" "I hope it means what.." "Stupid." "I've been up and down those stairs a thousand times." "I could have broken my neck." "Captain..." "I did not plan to eavesdrop." "No, of course you didn't." "I must point out that... when she stumbled... she might have died right there had you not caught her." "It's not yet time." "McCoy isn't here." "We're not that sure of our facts." "Who's to say when the exact time will come?" "Save her." "Do as your heart tells you to do." "And millions will die who did not die before." "Come in." "Well." "You look just fine, doctor." "Thank you." "I thought you, um, might like to see the evening paper." "No, not particularly." "I've convinced myself that this is all in a cordrazine hallucination." "But I've decided you're not." "Oh, that's reassuring." "But if you're not... what are you?" "A friend." "When you showed up here, you looked like you could use one." "No, I don't doubt it." "What about this place, uh... you run it?" "I try to." "Why?" "It's necessary." "Well, it was for me, at least." "You may have saved my life." "Lots of people drink from the wrong bottle sometimes." "Not as wrong as the bottle I drank from." "Allow me to show my gratitude." "Perhaps there's something I can do around here to...thank you." "Oh." "We can talk about that later." "I have to go." "My young man is taking me to a Clark Gable movie." "A who movie?" "A Clark Gab.." "Don't you know?" "Well, I know what a movie is, but.." "Oh." "That's very strange." "You get some rest." "I'll see you later." "Oh..." "Oh, if we hurry, maybe we can catch the Clark Gable movie at the Orpheum." "What?" "!" "I'd just love to see it." "You know, Dr. McCoy said the same.." "McCoy!" "Leonard McCoy?" "Yes." "He's in the mission." "He's.." "Stay right here." "Spock!" "Stay right there!" "Spock!" "What is it?" "McCoy." "He's in.." "Bones!" "Jim!" "Bones!" "No, Jim!" "Edith." "You deliberately stopped me, Jim." "I could have saved her." "Do you know what you just did?" "He knows, doctor." "He knows." "What happened, sir?" "You only left a moment ago." "We were successful." "Time has resumed its shape." "All is as it was before." "Many such journeys are possible." "Let me be your gateway." "Captain, the Enterprise is up there." "They're asking if we wanna beam up." "Let's get the hell out of here."