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While on a dangerous humanitarian mission, the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise stumbles into a harrowing game of leverage with the quadrant's deadliest space pirate.

A prequel to Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds follows the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise under Captain Christopher Pike.

Primary Title
  • Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
Episode Title
  • The Serene Squall
Date Broadcast
  • Saturday 9 July 2022
Start Time
  • 16 : 00
Finish Time
  • 17 : 00
Duration
  • 60:00
Series
  • 1
Episode
  • 7
Channel
  • TVNZ 2
Broadcaster
  • Television New Zealand
Programme Description
  • A prequel to Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds follows the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise under Captain Christopher Pike.
Episode Description
  • While on a dangerous humanitarian mission, the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise stumbles into a harrowing game of leverage with the quadrant's deadliest space pirate.
Classification
  • PGR
Owning Collection
  • Chapman Archive
Broadcast Platform
  • Television
Languages
  • English
Captioning Languages
  • English
Captions
Live Broadcast
  • No
Rights Statement
  • Made for the University of Auckland's educational use as permitted by the Screenrights Licensing Agreement.
Subjects
  • Television programs--United States
Genres
  • Action
  • Adventure
  • Science fiction
Previously on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds... ORTEGA: You do not want to be late to the captain's table. Captain wants, you know, regular people, to hear what's actually happening on the ship. -You ready for this? -I am more than capable of managing any pain you can induce. (chuckling): Mr. Spock. Now you're just toying with me. -That was not my intention. -I've noticed. Your time in Starfleet may be causing you to behave in a manner so human, we may ultimately find ourselves incompatible. Maybe T'Pring just feels misunderstood. Thank you for your advice. ORTEGAS: Never get in the middle of a Vulcan relationship. They will hit you with a lirpa. Circumstances are complicated between Spock and myself. # # (birds chirping) T'PRING: Personal log, stardate 1997.9. My last few weeks of service at the Ankeshtan K'til Retreat have been productive. It is difficult to guide those who once walked a destructive path back to civilized society. Helping them purge the emotions that lead to thievery, abuse, even murder. Most challenging has been stealing time for Spock and myself. We are making the most of our long-distance endeavour, but I sense in Spock a desire to explore his human side. So I've been attempting to introduce experimentation into our relationship in an effort to-- as humans are apparently fond of saying-- "spice things up." I have been doing research on human sex. (stifled cough) -What? -In Tropic of Cancer, the human author, Henry Miller, has a very specific idea about sexuality, which strikes me as very male. -I... have not read it. -Meanwhile, Erica Jong's Fear of Flying presents a female point of view, while still tied to a 20th-century conception of... I am not familiar with that book, either. Mm. Well, I found The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson to be more interesting, as a study of the transformations some humans go through in the process of... T'Pring. Perhaps we should read some of these texts together. As you wish. But as you are half-human, I thought the onus was on me-- as full Vulcan-- to better understand the culture that makes you you. Ah. Thank you, T'Pring. That is thoughtful. Of course, there is no replacement for seeing each other in person. Have you met Dr. Aspen yet? They seem very sharp. Hmm. Has razor blades for palms. You know, to shave? Curious. Earth to Spock. I am sorry. I am distracted. Also, a master of understatement. I am experiencing challenges with T'Pring. The last time I gave you relationship advice, -you kind of went overboard. -I promise not to do so again. I need... a friend. Ah, spill it. T'Pring has been researching... human sexuality. She has been quite thorough. That doesn't sound so bad. One would imagine. But? She appears more eager to explore my... "humanity" than I am. Spock, are you telling me your girlfriend is moving too fast for you? Reconciling my divergent cultures of origin is complex. -The journey is challenging. -Spock, do you know why it's fun to be friends with Vulcans? Because Vulcans are honest. Don't try to be smarter than the truth. That's what got you in trouble last time. Thank you. Also, pro tip... ...pay better attention to me when I'm talking... ...because? You are very charming, and I am completely missing it? Progress. You're learning. I've been running aid missions in this sector for years, Captain, and the colonists we're trying to help are as desperate as any I've ever seen. They've been stranded on the edge of non-Federation space for months. When did the colonial ships lose power, Dr. Aspen? 26 days ago. They're toughing it out, but malnourishment and dehydration are setting in. And, being where they are, they're a long way from help. My guess is we'll have our new friends back on their feet in no time. Thank you. This means everything to me. To them. I see why Starfleet calls you their Boy Scout. (chuckles) They do not call me that. Chris, it's actually in your file. PIKE: What? But I'm not... Uh, come on, I'm not the Boy Scout. It's actually been really difficult getting people out here. Starfleet doesn't relish their ships getting this close to non-Federation space. Well, this sector is the quadrant's version of the Wild, Wild West. -So, risk assessment? -UNA: There are reports of an unaffiliated vessel called the Serene Squall carrying out raids along the border. -Unaffiliated? -ASPEN: Pirates. Fun. My organization has lost several aid missions to that ship. The Enterprise would doubtless prove superior to any pirate vessel. These pirates are outsiders, fiercely loyal to each other. That bond can be more powerful than any weapon. It's best to steer clear. Your file says that you used to serve as counsellor on Starbase 12. Why the switch to humanitarian work? My experience on the border showed me that not everyone who needs help is lucky enough to be in the Federation. So I decided to leave to run aid missions myself. That's a shame. Starfleet could use more people with your perspective. LA'AN (over comm): Captain, we're at the coordinates of the damaged colonial ships. I think you'll want to see this. (indistinct chatter) -PIKE: What am I looking at? -LA'AN: Debris. It's all that remains of the colonists. Ship signatures match two of the three colonial vessels. PIKE: Any survivors? No life signs, sir. Maybe they escaped to the third ship. Is there any sign of it? SPOCK: None, Counsellor. But I am detecting an unidentified warp signature. Your pirates? The people in these ships didn't have food or supplies-- nothing worth stealing. LA'AN: Unless they wanted the colonists themselves. Outside of the Federation, slavery is upsettingly common. If you're right, and I hope you're not, then they're already back across the border. Sir, entering non-Federation space requires Starfleet approval. How long for a request to reach Starfleet? At this distance, two days. This sector is too far from Federation subspace relays to provide rapid communication. To put it simply, if we head in, we would be on our own. Send the request, Mr. Spock. Ortegas, set a course. We'll drop subspace buoys as we go to maintain comms. Those buoys will be our only connection to civilization. I'm aware, Mr. Spock, but I'm not waiting to be told it's okay to keep people off the auction block. We're going to find those colonists. # # (beeping) PIKE: 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 one has gone before. # # # # # # (SEABIRD CALLS) - Leo. - Sunscreen. - There we go. Boom. (CHUCKLES GENTLY) (PLAYERS SHOUT, WHISTLES TRILL) - Mia. (WHISTLE TRILLS) - Hi, guys. Come on in. Nice and gentle. Look. You're all finished. - Easy. (muffled lively music playing) (door chimes) (music stops) Oh. Hey. The captain has been trying to reach you. Your presence is requested on the bridge. Bridge. I used to club-hop during my academy days. Oh. Helped me work off the stress. It is natural the colonist's predicament would cause anxiety. And no small bit of guilt. I should have gotten here sooner. Self-blame is counterproductive and often results in the very anxiety we wish to avoid. (chuckles) Well, not all of us have had the pleasure of a Kolinahr to purge all emotion. You are familiar with the ritual? I've worked with Vulcans before. Hmm? I never got Kolinahr. You naturally have emotions, so why erase them? Kolinahr offers clarity. An ability to see one's self without bias. I very much look forward to mine. Interesting. He hasn't snipped his emotions yet. -(indistinct chatter) -OFFICER: Captain on the bridge. We picked up a distress signal in a nearby asteroid field. Could the colonists have the capacity to send one, even without their ships? It's possible. But I've also heard of pirates setting ambushes by cloning ship signals. Exactly what I told the captain. And I reminded Mr. Spock that regulations still strongly suggest that we investigate any distress signal. Yellow alert. Erica, take us closer, please. How close do you want to get? First date or third date? Blind date. (chuckles): Copy. Proceeding with caution, sir. (asteroids impacting) # # The signal's growing stronger, but I have yet to detect a vessel of any kind. (electrical whirring) Red alert. Full stop. (alert blaring) It looks like a net. Except, you know, made of lasers. It's formed by multiple asteroids equipped with high-energy electromagnetic reflectors. Recommend we do not cross one of the beams. What happens if we do? At best, it will shut down the ship. And at worst? -Kaboom? -Indeed. We should avoid the laser net. -Weapons? -SPOCK: Unwise. The reflectors are likely attuned to minute energy changes. Shutting one off could cause a cascade of escalating detonations. That does not sound good. Can we find a way to push apart the reflectors -to create a space to pass through? -SPOCK: Motion would result in timing delays, which may trigger the same cascade effect. Kaboom. Sir, the net appears to be growing smaller. If each asteroid has a reflector, the further we get from the source, the more the signal should degrade, no? Which would mean that whichever asteroid is emitting the highest amount of energy is likely the source of the beams. Isolate that one, and the entire trap should shut down. But if we choose wrong? I'm not gonna say it. Scanning electromagnetic signatures of each asteroid. PIKE: There's our boy. Target phasers. Targeting. Belay that. Spock? Equal levels of degradation suggests either asteroid could be the source of electromagnetic energy. So which asteroid do we shoot? Sir, it is impossible to determine with any certainty. This thing is contracting. If we don't fire on one soon, we won't be able to fire on any. Go with your gut. Just make a choice, Spock. Designee 22A. Fire. Firing phasers. Well done, Mr. Spock. Good hunch. # # (door chimes) Enter. May I help you, Counsellor? I came to ask you that. -Have I acted in a way that suggests I need assistance? -No. That's why I ask. I would welcome your aid with these scans of the asteroid field. I am endeavouring to learn more about how the Serene Squall operates. You looked like you were going to have a heart attack when Pike told you to go with your gut. Captain Pike is comfortable operating off of hunches. I have found the experience to be disturbingly similar to guessing. What's wrong with guessing? They are derived from incomplete premises. It is illogical. Says you. Says all Vulcans. Well, aren't you half-human? SPOCK: That is merely genetics. I was raised on Vulcan. And that's geography. Spock. You know, all species put things into boxes. It's like you're either this, or you're that. And... sometimes we act a certain way to fit people's expectations, but that's not necessarily who we are. And sometimes, like on the bridge just now... ...it can limit us. You are proposing I better balance my human and Vulcan natures. I'm saying... ...maybe you're neither. That is nonsensical. If I am not human or Vulcan, what am I? I mean, that's not my question to answer. Sorry. Boundaries. I've just known a few Vulcans is all. And... about this stuff. I wouldn't waste time analysing it. The trap wasn't set by the Serene Squall. If it had been, we'd be dead already. (door whooshes open) (door whooshes shut) # # Steering without mapping relays is no easy task. Ensign Hsu can relieve you if you need a minute. Actually, I enjoy flying manually. Feels like the ship and I are in a deep conversation. You know, like a third date. (Pike chuckles) # # LA'AN: Picking up a ship's signature ahead. Looks like the other colonial ship. Life signs? Detecting 200 life signs in the cargo hold and 30 more spread through the ship. The manifest for all three colonial ships was about 200. It would appear they're being held prisoner. The doors are sealed. Squall could've hijacked the ship and left a boarding party behind. That would account for the other 30 life signs. Have the colonial ship's sensors detected us? Not yet, sir. Out of range. Then we have the advantage. Let's use it before we lose it. La'An, Una, you're with me. # # Unauthorized trips into non-Federation space, heading up away missions. Someone's playing fast and loose with the rules today. Who, me? The Boy Scout? Watch your six. Energize. # # Lights. (rattling, electrical crackling) (beeping) Pike to Enterprise. No colonists. UNA (over comm): Captain, we're pulling you out of there. Stand by for transport. PIKE: Copy, Number One, -and we'll maintain... -(static crackling) Uh, something's jamming comms. MALE: Wait! (grunts) Spread out. Find the crew. Commander, ship sensors detected multiple life signs beaming aboard the Enterprise as we transported the team to the colonial vessel. -(alarm blaring) -FEMALE: Intruder alert. Defensive stations. PIKE: Come in, Enterprise. Come in. -I don't like this. -PIKE: I don't, either. -Think we should get moving before the bad guys decide... -(whistle) Hold your fire. Hold your fire. (rumbling) Battle stations! Computer, initiate security protocol Omega-Beta-Nine. Access to Enterprise controls is fully locked down on my mark. PIRATE: Breach the bridge! -(grunts) -(indistinct shouting) (grunting) (grunts) Get over there. (grunting) Spock! (both grunt) Go! Go, go, go! Deck Four. No! (Remy snarling) (chuckles) Welcome to the Serene Squall. (chuckles) Remain calm, Counsellor. We will be in sickbay shortly. MALE: Everyone, move into the transporter room now. (indistinct chatter) We're going to get caught if we don't find a place to hide. This way. (grunts, groans) -(indistinct chatter) -Ah. (chuckles) I'm the last one to go and wreck a great jawline, but we need the codes to undo your ship's lockdown, Cap. Huh? Come on. (chuckles) Look, we've taken your ship, yeah? Caged your crew. So this whole defiant captain drama? It's sad. -(grunts) -Ooh-wee. We're wasting our time. So she's the smart one. REMY: Handsome and witty. Aren't you a charmer? -Oh. -(pirates laugh) You guys eat that stuff? It's an Orion specialty. Crew loves it. Oh. Oh. Uh... Look, my crew, they need food and water. Now, you take care of that, and I'll show you how a proper meal tastes, huh? What do you say? I asked for codes to control your ship, not food. Yeah. So we'll discuss it over dinner. Ow! Okay. How about I start air locking your crew into space, huh? Does that sound appetizing, huh? We're far from the Federation. The Enterprise isn't going anywhere. And let's be honest. The crew might like a good meal. What's wrong with my cooking? Right. Go pamper his crew. Hope you can cook. Your crew's lives depend on it. Kitchen? # # I will never understand why it's so hard to send a simple SOS. Great. PIRATE: Freeze! Turn around. CHAPEL: Don't hurt me. I'm-I'm just a nurse. -PIRATE: Drop your weapons. -I don't have any. Like I said, nurse. Don't move. (grunting) (Chapel panting) -(door whooshes open) -(indistinct chatter) -PIKE: There you are. -(indistinct chatter) (grunts) Okay. (Remy slurps, exhales) It's edible. Everyone else seems to like it. You know, it doesn't hurt enemies to give each other compliments. For instance, you. You seem way too intelligent to be taking so much lip off your crew. They know who calls the shots. -(slurps) -I'm sure they do. (Remy grunts softly) Maybe instead of focusing on me, you should focus on what's gonna happen to your crew if you don't give us the codes we want. Look, I don't want to tell you how to do your job. It... Okay. Come here. The Federation is perfectly happy to ignore whatever happens outside of Federation space, but then you go and you hijack their flagship? You just know the entire fleet's coming after you. Before they catch us, we'll have sold your ship. A lot of people in the quadrant who'd pay a high price for it. Do those people really want the Federation coming after them? -'Cause that's what they'd be buying, too. -No. -The ship isn't all we have to sell. -PIKE: Mm? Wonder what the Klingons would pay for some Federation slave labor? The Klingons. Yeah, well, you know why people like you don't get into deals with the Klingons. It's 'cause they tend not to get out alive. I know what I'm doing. PIKE: Okay. (Aspen exhales) Thank you. You are fortunate their weapon was set to stun. They clearly want to capture us alive. I guess they'd rather ransom us than kill us. The commander's security lockdown is still in place. However, our invaders have secured access -to all ship levels. -What about the escape pods? Abandoning a ship as powerful as the Enterprise to criminals is not an acceptable option. We must retake the ship. You do not want to get captured by these people. Your affect suggests a more personal connection to our adversaries than previously disclosed. My husband directed refugee relocation efforts to Federation colonies. The Squall raided one of his transports. He fought back. He lost. It's why I left Starfleet. You entered your current line of work to honour your husband. He was Vulcan. Skipped his Kolinahr. He was torn. I'd tell him to stop worrying if he was being too emotional, too logical. Logic probably told him to fight back that day. I wish he would've let himself be scared. We need to abandon ship. -SPOCK: The Jefferies tubes will get us to Engineering. -(door whooshes open) -(door whooshes shut) -From there, I can override the security lockdown and redirect ship systems in order to send a distress call to Starfleet. I'm not a fighter, Spock. Based upon what you just shared, Counsellor, I believe you to be wholly incorrect. (lock buzzes, latch clicks) Oh, hey, guys. (grunts) (indistinct chatter) -(grunts) -(lock buzzes, latch clicks) (groans) How's everybody doing? You good? M'BENGA: Let me examine you. Good news. -Your head is not scrambled. -Yeah, well, more good news. I convinced these guys to sell us to the Klingons. You sure that thing's not broken? -Let me check. -N-No, I'm-I'm fine. Trust me. The captain thought selling us to the Klingons was a great idea. Rest of the crew? Not so much. Oh, Chris. Oh, no. -Not Alpha Braga IV. -(Pike chuckles) Oh, yeah. -Alpha Braga IV. -LA'AN: Um, what's Alpha Braga IV? We're starting a mutiny. -(beeping) -COMPUTER: Access denied. Access denied. (Chapel exhales) Happy to see you, too. Your handiwork? You seem surprised. I've been trying to send a distress call to Starfleet, -but it won't let me. -SPOCK: I can lift the lockdown so we may command the ship from Engineering. It'll buy us some time for Starfleet to send backup. Computer, this is ranking officer Lieutenant Spock commanding you to override security lockdown. Access code Spock gamma-delta-two. COMPUTER: Access granted. Transfer all command systems from Bridge to Engineering. COMPUTER: Command systems transferred. -Seal Engineering doors. -(doors lock) COMPUTER: Engineering sealed. I will scan the area for the location of the Serene Squall. Nurse Chapel, can you access communications? -Working on it. -Dr. Aspen, can you check the transporter system? I want to know if we can bring the crew back to Enterprise before they realize we're in control. -Checking. -Wait. Comms just rerouted back to the bridge. Not just comms. All systems. CHAPEL: Engineering doors are no longer sealed. What? Dr. Aspen? Angel, actually. Captain Angel. The Serene Squall is your ship. (chuckles) And now so is the Enterprise. Your deception was quite thorough. Oh, no, you feel betrayed. I hate it when that happens. You're so cute, too. Feelings are not my concern. -Only the safety of the Enterprise and her crew. -No feelings even without a Kolinahr. Impressive. Where's the real Dr. Aspen now? Probably still wandering around the uninhabited planet I dumped them on. What? It's not like I killed them. -Where are the colonists? -Oh. Them? Imaginary. I made them up. I told a nice, little story that I knew would bring you out here, and you believed me. Frankly, that's on you. (exhales) All right. (neck pops) Let's see what this thing can do. Fire phasers. -(whoops, laughs) -(pirates laugh) Oh, this is fun. SPOCK: What is your objective? You have control of the ship. -Why are we still alive? -Spock. I have an extremely logical reason. I'm enjoying your fancy ship, but I didn't actually come here for the Enterprise. I came for you, Spock. Whatever information you want, I will not provide it. I don't need any information. All I need is for you to just... keep being you. STONN: T'Pring. A subspace transmission for you from the Enterprise. Thank you, Stonn. Who are you? T'Pring. Nice to meet you. Got to say, you are very attractive for a prison guard. Ankeshtan K'til is not a prison. It's a rehabilitation center. Whatever. Pok tar, pok tah. Gonna cut to the chase. I've got a captive here. Spock. I... (gasps) I think you know him. Conveniently, you are holding a friend of mine prisoner. A Vulcan named Xaverius. How about an even trade? Vulcan for Vulcan? I am sure you are aware that if I were to free him, the high council would revoke my position, I would face criminal charges and disgrace my family. But you are bonded to Spock by ritual engagement, are you not? Which makes him your responsibility. So, you can endure the stigma of losing a prisoner... ...or the stigma of letting one of Vulcan's favourite sons, your one true love, die. Like I said, potato, po-tah-toe. Intimidation will not influence my decisions. Okay. I'm transmitting coordinates anyway. The Enterprise will meet you at the edge of Federation space to make the exchange. Oh, and if you choose to involve the Federation... (chuckles) Trust me, you won't have a fiance left to rescue. Set a course. We've got a date with Mr. Spock's girlfriend. She just told you she's not gonna do it. She'll comply. Vulcans are not swayed by emotions. Seriously? I've been using emotion to sway you all day. Oh, those poor, sick colonists. (gasps) My tragic love lost in battle. (cries mockingly) Stories, emotions compelled you to do exactly what I wanted. I don't know if it's because you're part Vulcan, part human or both. When you figure out who you are, maybe you could fill me in. I must point out the irony of you questioning my identity. Oh, come on. I may have fudged a detail or two, but I never lied about who I am. I lost the man I loved, even if it was to a Vulcan prison, not pirates. You stole a Federation ship and are blackmailing Vulcans for love? My friend, let me tell you something that, from those rock-hard eyes of yours, I think you know. Love is the only thing that makes the cold loneliness of space bearable. That's why T'Pring will make the deal. -(feedback squeals) -REMY: Attention. We are charting a course for the colony of Qu'Vat. We have some cargo to sell to the Klingons. All crew remain on standby. You really think Remy has what it takes to negotiate with the Klingons? He can't even make a decent gruel. As a medical professional, I do see signs of malnourishment in the crew. Uh, well, he is captain. I guess they have to do what he says. He's not the captain. All he's saying is if Remy's willing to change plans unilaterally, who else will he turn on if things go south with the Klingons? When things go south. I can protect myself. But what about the rest of the crew? You are the only person thinking about them. That makes you captain material in my book. -Remy has friends. -ORTEGAS: Mm. I've tasted his cooking. How many friends does he really have? PIKE: Bet you have friends, too. And if you needed backup, I... I might know where you can find some more friends. Eat your gruel. -Alpha Braga IV. -UNA: Mm. -Works every time. -(Una chuckles) (indistinct chatter) Look who showed up. -Open a channel. -PIRATE: Aye, Captain. T'Pring, you made a very logical decision. Keep Spock alive. I sympathize with your predicament. Now, let's get those transporters hot and trade lovers. (chuckles) Not that mine cares at all about logic. Of course. I believe I have deduced who this prisoner is. This is me waiting. -Preparing to send the... -SPOCK: T'Pring, do not do this. You cannot give them a starship. You must destroy this vessel. CHAPEL: Spock. You have ten minutes to hand over Xaverius, or next time, I set it to kill. Wait, don't sit up so quickly. T'PRING: If I assure Xaverius's safe transport, you will not harm Spock? You have my word. T'PRING: Deliver Spock to the transporter room. I apologize in advance for any liberties I take. -Please follow my lead. -Okay. T'PRING: I will give you the transport codes for the prisoner's cell. Wait. T'Pring. I owe you an apology. You were right. Right? About what? I have been giving in to my human side. More so than I wish to admit. I cannot deny the emotions within me any longer. Spock, you are failing to communicate effectively. Nurse Chapel and I... He's trying to tell you that we're having an affair. What? -We're in love. I'm sorry. -(Angel laughing) You're kidding, right? You expect her to believe this? Obviously, it's entirely a ruse to convince you not to make the transfer. No. I... # # Oh, you guys are fun. T'Pring, feel free to beam over here. I feel like you could probably straighten things out in about a minute. T'PRING: In light of this new information, Spock, it is only logical that we terminate our mating bond. I understand. -And I agree. -Wait, what are you doing? T'Pring. Parted from me and never parted. Never and always touching and touched. -I sever what was. -T'PRING: With these words, Spock, you are freed of our bond. I hold it broken, T'Pring. -You know I'm still going to kill him. -T'PRING: He has made his choice, and I have made mine. (sighs) Goodbye, Spock. Goodbye, T'Pring. Are you kidding me? Destroy that ship. Powering up phasers. (beeping) Something happened. -Uh, weapons are immobilized. -(whirring) -Shields just went down, too. -What is going on? (grunts) Incoming transmission from the Serene Squall. On screen. I'm only gonna tell you this once. Get the hell out of my chair. UNA: Our backdoor codes have successfully paralyzed weapons and defense systems. Fire to disable impulse thrusters. But gently. Aye, sir. PIKE: Hey. I... I said gently. What does firing gently even mean? PIRATE: Impulse power is gone. We can't get to warp, either. The logical move would be to surrender. I think there's more to life than logic. And so, I suspect, do you. For what it's worth, I did enjoy meeting you, Mr. Spock. Xaverius always talked about you. I urge you to consider that you do not need to be either Vulcan or human. That is and always has been a false choice. The question isn't what you are. It's who you are. See you later. Did we win? What happened? Pike to Enterprise. Everything okay over there? Yes, Captain. The pirates have surrendered. We are preparing to beam the crew back to Enterprise. -(indistinct shouting) -Oh! Uh, before you do, any chance you could get us out of here first? SPOCK: Sir? We might have taken over the bridge a little prematurely. Our mutiny is still in progress. Sure would be easier to deal with this crowd from over there. Right away, Captain. PIKE: Captain's log, supplemental. Starfleet has taken the Serene Squall and its colourful crew into custody, although the whereabouts of Captain Angel remain unknown. (imitating pirate): Argh, me mateys. If we ever catch Angel, we should make them walk the plank. Argh. Please stop. (door whooshes open) -I wasn't sure you would come. -I was in the vicinity. I apologize for the... incident on the bridge between Nurse Chapel and I. Why apologize? It was an impressive gambit to protect both my reputation and my patients' safety. -You knew? -Of course. I never actually believed you could have feelings for Nurse Chapel. Of course not. I assumed it was part of some greater plan. And I was right. I was also right about something else. -What? -Your human side can be a source of strength. There is no way you could have sold the passion of that kiss without it. Thank you. You know me well. Perhaps we should perform a rebonding ritual. That seems logical. I came here to thank you. And to applaud your performance on the bridge. Yeah, well, lying isn't your strong suit, so I just did what I could. We don't have to talk about it. I thought, because you are human, you might need to discuss your feelings. Spock, like I said earlier, I like Vulcans. I know where I stand with you. You're an honest man. You're not the guy who would chase after another woman while you have a girlfriend. So... I know for certain... ...there's no feelings between us. I'm glad to hear that. You know me well. You're a good friend, Mr. Spock. As are you, Nurse Chapel. Spock, one last thing. You said that on the bridge, you suddenly realized the identity of the prisoner that Angel was trying to free. Yes. Things they say were specific to one Vulcan in particular. Who? Ambassador Sarek had a child out of wedlock. He, although full Vulcan, has rejected the teachings of logic. -He's one of the V'tosh ka'tur? -Yes. CHAPEL: Isn't Ambassador Sarek -your father, as well? -SPOCK: Yes. I believe Xaverius to be an assumed name. I believe the Vulcan Angel was attempting to free is someone I was told to avoid at all costs... ...my half brother, Sybok. Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.
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