CAROLYN: Here's the report on Pollux Five,
Captain. This entire system has been almost the same. A strange lack of
intelligent life on the planets. It bugs the percentages.
KIRK: Bugs the? Well, carry out the standard procedures on Pollux Four.
CAROLYN: Aye, sir.
MCCOY: Lieutenant, you look a bit tired this morning.
CAROLYN: Well, I was up all night working on this report, sir.
SCOTT: Well in that case, there's nothing like a wee bit of coffee to
get you back in shape. Join me, Carolyn?
CAROLYN: All right, Scotty. Just let me give this to Mister Spock.
KIRK: Bones, could you get that excited over a cup of coffee?
MCCOY: Even from here I can tell his pulse rate's up.
SCOTT: Gentlemen. Come along, my dear.
MCCOY: I'm not sure I like that, Jim.
KIRK: Why, Bones? Scotty's a good man.
MCCOY: And he thinks he's the right man for her, but I'm not sure she
thinks he's the right man. On the other hand, she's a woman. All woman.
One day she'll find the right man and off she'll go, out of the
KIRK: I like to think of it not so much losing an officer as gaining
SCOTT: Come along.
(He and Carolyn enter the turbolift.)
KIRK: Actually, I'm losing an officer.
CHEKOV: Entering standard orbit around Pollux Four, sir.
KIRK: Cartographic Detail, stand by.
UHURA: Standing by, sir.
KIRK: Preliminary reports, Mister Spock.
SPOCK: Pollux Four. Class M type planet, oxygen and nitrogen
atmosphere. Sensors indicate no life forms. Approximate age four
billion years. Judged no reason for contact. In all respects, quite
KIRK: Cartographic Sections, implement standard orders.
UHURA: All cartographic standards full automatic.
MCCOY: What in the name of?
(Where there was originally an image of a nice blue and white planet
there is now a .... hand?)
KIRK: Analysis, Mister Spock.
CHEKOV: Am I seeing things?
SULU: Not unless I am, too. Captain, that thing's a giant hand.
KIRK: What is it, Mister Spock? Is it a hand?
SPOCK: Negative, Captain. Not living tissue.
KIRK: A trick, then? A projection?
SPOCK: Not a projection, sir. A field of energy.
KIRK: Hard about.
SULU: Hard about. We can't seem to get away from it.
UHURA: It's almost as if it means to grab us.
KIRK: Reverse all engines.
SULU: All engines reverse.
(Everyone is thrown forward as the ship is grabbed by the hand and
stopped in its tracks.)
SULU: We're dead still, Captain. Helm doesn't answer. We can't move.
Captain's log, stardate 3468.1. While approaching
Pollux Four, a planet in the Beta Geminorum system, the Enterprise has
been stopped in space by an unknown force of some kind.
KIRK: Lieutenant, relay our position and
circumstances to Starbase Twelve immediately.
UHURA: Aye, aye, sir.
KIRK: Mister Sulu try rocking the ship. Full impulse power forward and
SULU: Aye, aye, sir.
UHURA: Damage report coming in, Captain. Situation under control. Minor
damage, stations three, seven, and nineteen.
MCCOY: Sickbay reports five minor injuries, all being treated.
KIRK: Thank you. Mister Sulu?
SULU: Applying thrust, sir. No results, Captain. We're stuck tight.
KIRK: Mister Spock. Status.
SPOCK: The ship is almost completely encircled by the field. It
resembles a conventional force field but on unusual wavelengths.
Despite its appearance, that of a human appendage, it is definitely not
living tissue. It is energy.
KIRK: Thank you. Mister Sulu. Our forward tractor beams, adjust to
SULU: Aye, aye, sir. Standing by.
SULU: Ineffective, Captain. There doesn't seem to be anything to push
SPOCK: Captain, a most curious development on scanner five seven.
KIRK: Let's all take a look at it, Mister Spock.
SPOCK: Screen on, Captain.
(Now a face appears in space, a male human wearing a laurel wreath.)
UHURA: Activity on hailing channel three, sir.
KIRK; Put it on audio, Lieutenant.
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: The eons have passed and what has been written
has come about. You are most welcome, my beloved children. Your places
KIRK: Response frequencies, Lieutenant.
UHURA: Calculated. Channel open, sir.
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: You have left your plains and valleys and made
this bold venture. So it was in the beginning. You have made me proud.
Now you can rest.
KIRK: This is Captain James T. Kirk, commanding the USS Enterprise.
Please identify yourself.
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: We shall remember together. We shall drink the
sacramental wine. There shall be the music of the pipes. The long wait
KIRK: Are you responsible for stopping the ship?
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: Yes. I caused the wind to withdraw from your
KIRK: Give it back, then we'll talk.
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: It has been five thousand years. Have you
learned no patience in that time?
KIRK: I don't know who or what you are, but I must warn you we have the
power to defend ourselves. If you value your safety, release this ship.
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: You have the same fire. How like your fathers
you are. Agamemnon, Hector, Odysseus.
KIRK: Never mind the history lesson. Release the ship!
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: You will obey me, lest I close my hand thus.
SCOTT: External pressure building up, Captain. Eight hundred GSC and
SCOTT: One thousand GSC and climbing. (The crew react to increasing air
pressure) Becoming critical, Captain. We can't handle it.
KIRK: All right! Whatever you're doing, turn it off! You win!
SCOTT: Pressure is gone, Captain. Space normal on hull.
APOLLO [on viewscreen]: hat was your first lesson. Remember it. Captain
Kirk, I invite you and your officers to join me. But do not bring that
one, the one with the pointed ears. He is much like Pan, and Pan always
bored me. No sad faces. This is a time to rejoice, not to fear. You are
returning home. Let your hearts prepare to sing.
KIRK: Let's go, Bones. You in good voice?
MCCOY: Sure it's wise, Jim?
KIRK: If we don't accept his invitation, we'll have a crushed eggshell
where this ship used to be.
SPOCK: Verbose, isn't he?
KIRK: Insulted, Spock?
SPOCK: Insults are effective only where emotion is present.
KIRK: Good. We'll tackle him together. We already know the questions.
You're the best man to find the answers.
(Kirk, Scott, Chekov, McCoy and Lt Carolyn Palamas
beam down into a lightly wooded area in front of a Greek temple.)
CAROLYN: What am I doing down here, Doctor?
MCCOY: Well, you're the A and A officer, aren't you? Archaeology,
anthropology, ancient civilisations.
MCCOY: We're going to need help in all those areas.
KIRK: Come on.
(Apollo is sitting on a throne, lyre by his feet)
APOLLO: My children, long have I waited for this moment. The memories
you bring of your lush and beautiful Earth, the green fields and blue
skies, the simple shepherds and their flocks.
KIRK: You know of Earth? You've been there?
APOLLO: Once I stretched out my hand, and Earth trembled. And I
breathed upon it, and spring returned.
KIRK: You mentioned Agamemnon, Hector, Odysseus. How do you know about
APOLLO: Search your most distant memories, those of the thousands of
years past, and I am there. Your fathers knew me, and your father's
fathers. I am Apollo.
CHEKOV: And I am the tsar of all the Russias.
KIRK: Mister Chekov.
CHEKOV: I'm sorry, Captain. I never met a god before.
KIRK: And you haven't yet. Readings, Doctor.
MCCOY: Simple humanoid, Captain.
KIRK: Evidently not so simple.
APOLLO: Earth, mother of the most beautiful of women in the universe.
That at least has not changed. I am pleased. Yes, my children.
Zeus, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis. A gallant band of travellers. We knew
your Earth well, five thousand of your years ago.
KIRK: All right. We're here at your invitation. Would you mind telling
us what you want without all the Olympian generalities?
APOLLO: You will not leave this place.
KIRK: Transporter room.
APOLLO: Your transportation device no longer functions.
KIRK: Enterprise, come in.
APOLLO: I will not permit that device to work, either, Captain.
KIRK: What is it you want?
APOLLO: You will worship me, as your fathers did before you.
KIRK: If you want to play god and call yourself Apollo, that's your
business, but you're no god to us, Mister.
APOLLO: I said you would worship me.
KIRK: And you've got a lot to learn!
APOLLO: And so have you! Let the lesson begin! (Apollo grows as tall as
his temple.) Welcome to Olympus, Captain Kirk.
(Enterprise is still held by the hand.)
UHURA: Mister Spock, I can't contact the landing party. All frequencies
SPOCK: Try to break through it, Lieutenant.
UHURA: Aye, sir.
KYLE: Transporter and communications?
SPOCK: Very efficient. Mister Sulu, rig all transmission circuits for
maximum power generation. Compute for reversal of polarity of the field
around the ship.
SULU: Working, sir.
SPOCK: Lieutenant Kyle, I want a complete sensor scan of the planet.
KYLE: Aye sir.
SPOCK: Locate all the lifeforms. I want to know what's going on down
(The giant Apollo suddenly looks weary, and
MCCOY: To coin a phrase, fascinating.
KIRK: Analysis. Lieutenant Palamas, what do you know about Apollo?
CAROLYN: Apollo, twin brother of Artemis, son of the god Zeus and Leto,
a mortal. He was the god of light and purity. He was skilled in the bow
KIRK: And this thing? (the temple)
CAROLYN: Obviously he has some knowledge of Earth. His classical
references and the appearance of all this.
KIRK: I think the appearance of this is for our benefit. Bones?
MCCOY: I can't say much till I check our these readings. He looks
human, but of course that doesn't mean a thing.
CHEKOV: Whatever he is, he seems to control a remarkable technology.
SCOTT: Power is what he controls. You can't do tricks like that without
KIRK: Fine, but what power, and where is it? Scout around with your
tricorders. Find the source of that power. Bones.
(Scott, Chekov and Carolyn wander off.)
KIRK: Bones, I wonder if five thousand years ago
MCCOY: You have a theory?
KIRK: I have an idea. What if he is really Apollo?
(Apollo is back on his throne.)
APOLLO: I want from you that which is rightfully mine. Your loyalty,
your tribute, and your worship.
MCCOY: May I ask what you offer in exchange for this worship?
APOLLO: Life in paradise. As simple and as pleasureful as it was those
thousands of years ago on that beautiful planet so far away.
KIRK: Apollo, we're willing to talk, but you'll find we don't bow to
every creature who happens to have a bag of tricks.
APOLLO: Agamemnon was one such as you, and Hercules. Pride and
arrogance. They defied me until they felt my wrath.
SCOTT: I would like to point out that we are quite capable of some
KIRK: I have four hundred and thirty people on that ship up there.
APOLLO: No, you do not, Captain. They are mine. To save, to cherish, or
to destroy at my will.
CAROLYN: But why? What you've said so far makes no sense at all.
APOLLO: How like Aphrodite and Athena. The beauty, grace. And you seem
wise for a woman. What is your name?
CAROLYN: Lieutenant Palamas.
APOLLO: I mean your name.
APOLLO: Carolyn. Yes. You are beautiful. You would do Aphrodite credit.
I will tell you a thousand tales, stories of courage and love. You will
know what it is to be a goddess.
SCOTT: Leave her alone.
APOLLO: You protest? You risk much.
SCOTT: And so do you.
(Scott draws his phaser and Apollo blasts it out of his hand with a
point of his finger. Chekov finds his phaser doesn't work.)
KIRK: Scotty. (picks up the twisted and melted weapon) Very impressive.
How'd you do it?
APOLLO: I've grown weary of discussion and argument.
CHEKOV: Captain, the phasers. All the working parts are fused.
APOLLO: None of your toys will function. Yes. You are a beauty. But
like Artemis, the bow arm should be bare.
(He waves his hand and her clothes turn into Greek-style draperies,
with her hair piled very tall.)
CAROLYN: Oh, it's beautiful.
APOLLO: Yes. Come. (he takes her hand and leads her away)
SCOTT: She's not going with you.
(Scott gets thrown over a table with a flick of the wrist.)
APOLLO: He shall learn the discipline of the temple. So shall you all.
CAROLYN: It's all right, Captain. I'll go.
APOLLO: Without fear. She is fit indeed.
(They both vanish as they walk away.)
KIRK: Bones, how is he?
MCCOY: Stunned but coming around. I'm not sure it's wise to let her go
off like that.
KIRK: He would have been rather difficult to stop.
MCCOY: You saw how capricious he is. Benevolent one minute, angry the
next. One more wrong move from her and he could kill her.
KIRK: Mister Chekov, I think you'd better continue your investigation.
CHEKOV: Aye, aye, sir.
KIRK: How do you feel, Scotty?
SCOTT: I am tingling all over. Did he take her with him?
KIRK: It would seem so.
SCOTT: Captain, we've got to stop him. He wants her. The way he looks
KIRK: Mister Scott, I understand your concern over her, but she
volunteered to go with him, hopefully to find out more about him. She's
doing her job. I think it's about time you started doing yours. We've
got to find out the source of his power. You've got a tricorder. Use it
if you're able to.
SCOTT: I'm able, sir.
KIRK: And one more thing. I want no more unauthorised action against
Apollo or whatever he is. That's an order!
SCOTT: Aye, aye, sir.
KIRK: Besides, you stiff-necked thistle head, you could have gotten
MCCOY: Scotty doesn't believe in gods.
KIRK: Apollo's no god. But he could have been taken for one, though,
once. Say five thousand years ago, a highly sophisticated group of
space travellers landed on Earth around the Mediterranean.
MCCOY: Yes. To the simple shepherds and tribesmen of early Greece,
creatures like that would have been gods.
KIRK: Especially if they had the power to alter their form at will and
command great energy. In fact, they couldn't have been taken for
SPOCK: Ready to reverse polarity, Mister Sulu?
SULU: Computed and standing by to generate, sir.
SPOCK: Activate all units.
(The ship jolts several times, but)
SULU: No good, Mister Spock. We didn't even faze it. We're still locked
SPOCK: Cut power, Mister Sulu. Lieutenant, we must restore
communications with the landing party.
UHURA: I'm working, sir, but I can't do anything with this.
UHURA: I might be able to rig up a subspace bypass circuit.
SPOCK: Good. Do so. Sensor report, Mister Kyle.
KYLE: I've located the landing party, but one of them seems separated
from the other four.
SPOCK: And Apollo?
KIRK: I've just picked up readings for our own people, sir.
SULU: Mister Spock, here's something. There seems to be a radiated
energy pulsation coming from the planet. I don't know what it is, sir.
SULU: I can't seem to pinpoint it.
SPOCK: I would suggest, Mister Sulu, if you cannot find out where the
power source is, you should find out where it is not. A simple process
SULU: The whole planet, sir? Yes, sir. The whole planet.
(At a marble bench by a tranquil water scene.)
CAROLYN: Oh, it's lovely.
APOLLO: I've known other women. Daphne, Cassandra, but none more
beautiful than you. Are you frightened of me?
CAROLYN: Frightened? No, I don't think so. Of course, a girl doesn't go
walking with a
APOLLO: A god?
CAROLYN: All right, a god every day. What happened to the others?
APOLLO: They returned to the cosmos on the wings of the wind.
CAROLYN: You mean they died?
APOLLO: No, not as you understand it. We're immortal, we gods. But the
Earth changed. Your fathers changed. They turned away until we were
only memories. A god cannot survive as a memory. We need love,
admiration, worship, as you need food.
CAROLYN: You really think you're a god?
APOLLO: In a real sense, we were gods. We had the power of life and
death. We could have struck out from Olympus and destroyed. We have no
wish to destroy, so we came home again. It was an empty place without
worshippers, but we had no strength to leave, so we waited, all of us,
through the long years.
CAROLYN: But you said the others didn't die.
APOLLO: Even for a god, there's a point of no return. Hera was first.
She stood in front of the temple and spread herself upon the wind,
thinner and thinner, until only the wind remained. But I knew you would
come. You striving, bickering, foolishly brave humans. I knew you would
come to the stars one day. Of all the gods, I knew and I waited, waited
for you to come and sit by my side.
CAROLYN: I don't understand.
APOLLO: Even five thousand years ago, the gods took mortals to them to
love, to care for, like Zeus took Leto, my mother. We were gods of
passion, of love.
CHEKOV: There is a repeated occurrence of
registrations, a regular pulsating pattern of radiated energy.
Unquestionably, an immensely powerful field of energy is being
generated around here somewhere. We're just having difficulty focusing
KIRK: Apollo has no difficulty focusing. He taps that energy, Mister
CHEKOV: Sir, some creatures can generate and control energy with no
harm to themselves. The electric eel on Earth, the giant dry worm of
Antos Four, the fluffy
MCCOY: Not the whole encyclopaedia, Chekov.
CHEKOV: The captain requires complete information.
MCCOY: Spock's contaminating this boy, Jim.
KIRK: Are you suggesting that he, Apollo, taps a flow of energy and
channels it through his body?
CHEKOV: That would seem most likely, sir.
KIRK: Mister Chekov, I think you've earned your pay for the week. But
where is the source of that power?
MCCOY: Number one on our list of things to do.
KIRK: Is that all you have to offer?
MCCOY: Yes, except my estimation for his physical condition. In spite
of Apollo's bag of tricks, he comes up essentially normal with just a
few variations. However, there's an extra organ in his chest that I
can't even make a guess about.
KIRK: Bones, is it possible
(Apollo walks back in out of thin air.)
KIRK: Where's Lieutenant Palamas?
APOLLO: She is no longer of any concern to you.
SCOTT: You bloodthirsty Saracen, what have you done with her?
(Scott picks up a statuette and rushes at Apollo. He gets another
finger blast of electricity for his effort.)
MCCOY: Not good. Severe shock.
KIRK: All right, mister. You wanted worshippers? You've got enemies.
You want us to bow down, you'll have to
(Kirk clutches his throat and falls to the ground, choking.)
APOLLO: You will learn discipline. You will learn
(Again, he suddenly becomes tired and vanishes.)
MCCOY: Chekov, give me a hand.
KIRK: Take care of Scotty.
CHEKOV: Are you all right, Captain?
KIRK: Where's Apollo?
CHEKOV: He disappeared again like the cat in that Russian story.
KIRK: Don't you mean the English story, the Cheshire Cat?
CHEKOV: Cheshire? No, sir. Minsk perhaps, but
KIRK: All right, all right, all right.
CHEKOV: Sir, there is something I noticed. Apollo looked very strange
when he disappeared, tired or in pain. I don't know if it means
KIRK: Very good, Mister Chekov. That might very well mean something.
MCCOY: How do you feel?
SCOTT: I can't get my arm to move.
MCCOY: Some neural damage.
KIRK: We've got to get out of here.
KIRK: Well, let's assume that five thousand years ago creatures like
our friend Apollo did indeed visit Earth and form the basis of the
Greek classic myths.
MCCOY: Makes sense.
KIRK: Most mythology has its basis in fact. If I remember my ancient
legends, the gods, after expending energy, required rest, even as we
CHEKOV: And Apollo's gone, after attacking you and Mister Scott. You
think maybe he's off somewhere recharging his energy cells?
KIRK: Something like that. Remember, he's keeping a force field on the
ship and he's expending energy down here. You said he looked pained and
tired when he disappeared. If we can wear him out, overwork him, that
might do it.
MCCOY: The trouble with overworking him is that it can get us killed.
KIRK: If we can provoke him so that he strikes one of us again, there's
a chance that he'll be drained enough so the rest of us can jump him.
MCCOY: I still say it can get us killed.
KIRK: Not all of us, Bones. When he comes back, it's a chance we'll
have to take.
(Uhura is underneath the communications station,
doing some soldering.)
SPOCK: Progress report.
UHURA: I'm connecting the bypass circuit now, sir. It should take
another half hour.
SPOCK: Speed is essential, Lieutenant.
UHURA: Mister Spock, I haven't done anything like this in years. If it
isn't done just right, I could blow the entire communications system.
It's very delicate work, sir.
SPOCK: I can think no one better equipped to handle it, Miss Uhura.
UHURA: Yes, sir. Right away.
SPOCK: Progress, Mister Sulu?
SULU: Sectors one through twenty five charted and examined. No chance
at all of power originating in those areas.
SPOCK: Continue the search.
SULU: Aye, sir. Fourteen B by twenty six index.
SPOCK: Mister Kyle.
KYLE: Yes, sir.
SPOCK: We're unable to break completely loose from this force field,
but we might be able to punch some holes through it.
KYLE: What for, sir?
SPOCK: To shoot through. It might also relieve Lieutenant Uhura's
communications problem. Take these equations to the nuclear electronics
lab. I want them to work on the problem of negating the force field in
selected areas. That might be done by generating a strong pinpoint
charge of M-rays on some of these selected wave lengths and tying them
in with the combined output of all our engines.
KYLE: Right away, sir.
(Apollo reappears on his throne, Carolyn standing
by his side.)
APOLLO: Come here! I know you're trying to escape me. It's useless. I
know everything you do. I tried to be compassionate toward your kind.
KIRK: You know nothing about our kind. You know only our remote
ancestors who trembled before your tricks. Your tricks don't frighten
us, neither do you. We've come a long way in five thousand years.
APOLLO: But you're of the same nature. I could sweep you out of
existence with a wave of my hand and bring you back again. I can give
life or death. What else does mankind demand of its gods?
KIRK: Mankind has no need for gods. We find the one quite adequate.
APOLLO: We shall not debate, mortal. I offer you eternal rest and
happiness according to the ancient ways. I ask little in return, but
what I ask for I insist upon. Approach me. (the four men turn their
backs on him) I said approach me!
KIRK: We're busy. (quietly) Look after the girl.
APOLLO: You will gather laurel leaves, light the ancient fires, kill a
deer, make your sacrifices to me. Apollo has spoken!
KIRK: Go! Gather laurel leaves? You must be joking!
ALL: Ha ha ha ha.
MCCOY: Kill a deer. That's the funniest thing I ever heard.
KIRK: Lieutenant, get back.
APOLLO: You shall reap the rewards of your insolence!
KIRK: We're tired of your phony fireworks!
APOLLO: Mortal, you have earned this!
CAROLYN: No, don't!
CAROLYN: A father doesn't destroy his children. You said you were
gentle and understanding.
CAROLYN: How can they worship you if you hurt them?
CAROLYN: Apollo, please. (taking his hand) You know so much of love.
Please don't hurt them. Please.
APOLLO: I shall be lenient with you, for her sake. You will make plans
to bring the rest of your people down. Be sure your artisans bring
You will need homes.
KIRK: And you will supply the herds of sheep, and the pipes we'll play,
and the simple skins we'll wear for clothes.
APOLLO: You will dismantle your ship for the supplies you need, and
I'll crush its empty hull. I have been too patient. I shall be patient
(He disappears with Carolyn still holding his hand.)
SCOTT: Captain, we've got to do something!
KIRK: We were doing something until our brave lady stepped in and saved
MCCOY: Any more good ideas, Jim?
KIRK: Yes, I have. One more. And it depends on the lieutenant's
loyalty. If she fails us, we'd better get used to herding goats.
APOLLO: Fools. I offer them more than they could
know. Not just a world, but all that makes it up. Man thinks he's
progressed. They're wrong.
He's merely forgotten those things which gave life meaning. You'll all
be provided for, cared for, happy. There is an order of things in this
universe. Your species has denied it. I come to restore it. And for
you, because you have the sensitivity to understand, I offer you more
than your wildest dreams have ever imagined. You'll become the mother
of a new race of gods. You'll inspire the universe.
All men will revere you almost as a god yourself. And I shall love you
for time without end, worlds without end. You shall complete me, and I
(She embraces him happily.)
KIRK: Kirk to Enterprise, come in. Enterprise, come
in. Kirk to Enterprise, come in. Kirk to
SCOTT: Carolyn. What's happened to her?
KIRK: Scotty, I'll find out.
CHEKOV: Perhaps if I assisted.
KIRK: How old are you?
CHEKOV: Twenty two, sir.
KIRK: Then I'd better handle it. (goes over to a very satisfied looking
woman) You all right?
CAROLYN: Oh, yes, I'm all right. I have a message for you.
KIRK: Come over there. Well?
CAROLYN: He wants us to live in peace. He wants to provide for us.
He'll give us everything we ever wanted, and he can do it, too.
KIRK: All right, Lieutenant, you can come down from Mount Olympus now.
You've got work to do.
CAROLYN: I don't understand.
KIRK: He thrives on love, worship, attention.
KIRK: We can't give him that worship, none of us can. Especially you.
KIRK: Spurn him. Reject him. You must. You're special to him.
CAROLYN: Yes. I love him.
KIRK: Lieutenant. All our lives, here and on the ship, depend on you.
CAROLYN: No, not on me.
KIRK: On you, Lieutenant! Reject him, and we have a chance to save
ourselves. Accept him, and you condemn all of us to slavery, nothing
less than slavery. We might never get help this far out. Or perhaps the
thought of spending an eternity bending knee and tending sheep appeals
CAROLYN: Oh, but you don't understand. He's kind, and he wants the best
for us. And he's so lonely. What you ask would break his heart. How can
KIRK: Give me your hand. Your hand. (she does) Now feel that. Human
flesh against human flesh. We're the same. We share the same history,
the same heritage, the same lives. We're tied together beyond any
untying. Man or woman, it makes no difference. We're human. We couldn't
escape from each other even if we wanted to. That's how you do it,
Lieutenant. By remembering who and what you are. A bit of flesh and
blood afloat in a universe without end. The only thing that's truly
yours is the rest of humanity. That's where our duty lies. Do you
CAROLYN: Yes. Yes, I understand. He's calling me.
KIRK: Lieutenant. You have your orders and your duty.
CAROLYN: Yes, sir. My orders and my duty.
(She walks away slowly, looking back.)
UHURA: I think we can try it now, sir. Enterprise
to Captain Kirk. Enterprise to Captain Kirk. Come in, Captain.
KIRK: Kirk here.
SPOCK: Spock here, Captain.
(The rest of the men gather to listen)
SPOCK [OC]: We've pinpointed a power source on the planet's surface
which seems to have something to do with the force field.
SPOCK: Is there a structure of some sort near you?
KIRK: There is indeed, Mister Spock.
SPOCK [OC]: The power emanates from there.
KIRK: Very good. How are you doing on the force field?
SPOCK: We can negate sections of it, creating
openings through which we can fire our phaser banks.
KIRK: Well, that ought to do it. Have Sulu lock all
phaser banks onto the structure. Fire on my order only. Cut it fine.
We'll be standing nearby.
SPOCK: Captain. I would recommend a discreet
KIRK [OC]: I'd love to oblige you, Mister Spock, but we're not all
together. Besides, we have Apollo to deal with.
KIRK: If that structure is the source of his power,
I want to know where he is when we attack it.
KIRK [OC]: Kirk out.
KIRK: Bones, do you think that mysterious organ in
Apollo's chest could have something to do with the transmission of
MCCOY: Well, it doesn't serve any other purpose I know of.
SCOTT: Captain, we've got to wait until Carolyn comes back before we
fire on the temple. We don't know what would happen to her if he was
suddenly attacked. She might get killed.
KIRK: Yes, I know. I know. Scotty. We'll wait.
(There's some very passionate kissing going on.)
CAROLYN: I must say, Apollo, the way you ape human behaviour is
remarkable, but there are some other things I must know. Your
evolutionary patterns and your social development.
APOLLO: My what?
CAROLYN: I'm sure they're unique. I've never encountered a specimen
like you before.
APOLLO: I am Apollo. I've chosen you.
CAROLYN: I'm sure that's very flattering, but I must get on with my
APOLLO: Your work?
CAROLYN: I'm a scientist. My particular specialty is ancient
civilisations, relics, and myths. Surely you know I've only been
APOLLO: I don't believe it. You love me.
CAROLYN: Love you? Be logical. I'm not some simple shepherdess you can
awe. Why, I could no more love you than I could love a new species of
APOLLO: Carolyn! I forbid you to go. I order you to stay.
CAROLYN: Is that the secret of your power over women, the thunderbolts
(She walks away, and a strong wind begins to blow. Thunder rumbles.)
MCCOY: What the devil is that?
KIRK: (answers communicator) Kirk here.
SPOCK [OC]: Spock, Captain.
SPOCK: Sensors are picking up an atmospheric
disturbance in your area.
KIRK: Stand by your phasers, Mister Spock. Prepare
to fire on my signal. Kirk out.
SCOTT: Captain, we've got to go and find her!
KIRK: We've got to be here when he comes back.
SCOTT: But what if he doesn't. What if he
KIRK: Scotty, just hold on!
(Carolyn falls to the ground in the strong winds, and a giant image of
Apollo looms over her amid the lightning flashes.)
KIRK: All right. The temple is his power source. Let's bring him back
to it. Get to cover. Mister Spock, fire those phasers.
SPOCK [OC]: Captain, you're too close.
KIRK: Fire those phasers! That's an order, Mister Spock!
SULU: All phaser banks, fire!
(The white marble starts to glow pink under the
phaser beams, and Apollo runs back.)
APOLLO: No! Stop! Stop, I say!
(Enterprise shudders under his anger. There is no
longer a hand holding the ship.)
SULU: All phaser banks, maintain firing rate!
SPOCK: More power to the shields.
(Carolyn totters into view, and Scotty dashes to her.)
APOLLO: Stop, I say! (the temple is now yellow) I command it!
SPOCK: All banks maintain firing rate.
SULU: Maintaining, sir.
APOLLO: Stop! Stop! Stop!
(His lightning bolts end, and the temple dissolves into rubble. Scott
helps Carolyn to her feet as Apollo walks around, surveying the ruins.)
APOLLO: I would have cherished you, cared for you. I would have loved
you as a father loves his children. Did I ask so much?
KIRK: We've out grown you. You asked for something we could no longer
APOLLO: Carolyn, I loved you. I would have made a goddess of you. I've
shown you my open heart. See what you've done to me.
(He becomes a giant.)
APOLLO: Zeus, Hermes, Hera, Aphrodite. You were right. Athena, you were
right. The time has passed. There is no room for gods. Forgive me, my
old friends. Take me. Take me.
(And he disappears one last time. Carolyn cries.)
MCCOY: I wish we hadn't had to do this.
KIRK: So do I. They gave us so much. The Greek civilisation, much of
our culture and philosophy came from a worship of those beings. In a
way, they began the Golden Age. Would it have hurt us, I wonder, just
to have gathered a few laurel leaves?