Star Trek

U.S.S. Kelvin, go for Starfleet Base.

Starfleet Base, we've sent you a transmission. Did you receive?

Kelvin, have you double-checked 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. -It's still out of visual range.

-Give me 20 seconds. -Alert Captain Robau

that Starfleet advises your ship to proceed with caution.

Polarize the viewscreen.

Could whatever this is be of Klingon origin?

Captain, we have visual.

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

You're 75,000 kilometers from...

Captain, are you seeing this?

My God.

I have a reading.

-They've locked weapons on us! -Red alert!

Torpedo locked on us at 320 degrees,

-mark 2. -Arm weapons!

Evasive pattern Delta-five!

Incoming fast!

Fire all phasers! Damage report.

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

Weapons are off-line. Main power 38%.

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

Lieutenant!

Atmospheric stabilization has been lost.

-Were our shields even up? -Oxygen failing, Decks 7 to 13.

-We have confirmed casualties, sir. -Shields 11 % and dropping.

Ten percent. Shields at nine. We're dropping here.

All remaining power to forward shields. Prepare shuttles for evacuation.

Hello.

My commander requests the presence of your Captain

in order to negotiate a cease-fire.

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 issue... -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 this ship.

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

-Is it 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 stardate? -Stardate?

Twenty-two thirty-three zero-four.

Where are you from?

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

Bravo-six maneuver! Fire full spread!

-Seventeen more out! -I'm initiating General Order 13!

-We're evacuating! -Yes, sir!

All decks, this is the Captain speaking. Evacuate the ship immediately.

Get to your designated shuttlecraft. Repeat. Evacuate...

That's George's voice. What's happening?

You'll deliver in the shuttle. Go!

Move! This one's closed! Let's go! Get him up!

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!

Get to the hangar deck! Get to the hangar deck! Let's move it!

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

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

Right here. Go ahead and sit back.

Captain to shuttle 37. Is my wife onboard?

-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.

No, wait! We can't go yet!

Please stop! 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.

Are you still 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 kidding 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 hear you!

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 'cause 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...

Yeah!

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?

Four-thirds pi times the radius cubed.

One-point-two-six.

An ellipse.

What is the electrical charge of an up-type quark?

Positive two-thirds.

What is the square root of 2,396,324?

-1,548. -What is the dimensionality...

Dimensionality equals the logarithm and divided by...

Non-excludability and non-rivalry... Four-thirds pi times the radius cubed.

When it is morally praiseworthy but not morally obligatory.

Spock!

I presume you've prepared new insults for today.

Affirmative.

This is your thirty-fifth attempt to elicit an emotional response from me.

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

Look. He has human eyes. They look sad, don't they?

Perhaps an emotional response requires physical stimuli.

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.

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.

-How are you? -Hey.

-Hi. -Hi.

Hi, I'd like a Klabnian Fire Tea, three Budweiser Classics,

-two Cardassian Sunrises and... -Gotta try the Slusho. It's good.

The 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 want to at least 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, they don't have first names in your world?

Excuse me, buddy.