"The Squire of Gothos" Line-by-Line

MCCOY: One thing is certain. Obviously there's life on that planet.

 

SPOCK: You're quite correct, Doctor. Prepare transporter room.

 

SCOTT: Request assignment to the search party, sir.

 

SPOCK: No, Mister Scott. Neither you nor I can be spared here. Mister DeSalle, equip the landing party with full communications, armament, and life-support gear. Mister Jaeger, your geophysical knowledge may be crucial down there. Doctor McCoy will accompany. If those peculiar signals are coming from Captain Kirk or Lieutenant Sulu, their rationality is in question. Dismissed.

 

[Transporter room]

UHURA [OC]: No more messages from below, sir, but I've locked onto their original source.

 

SPOCK: Very good. Transmit coordinates to Mister Scott. Once on the planet's surface, you'll establish contact with us immediately. Use the laser beacon if necessary. Ready, Scott?

 

SCOTT: Ready, Mister Spock.

 

SPOCK: Activate.

 

(The landing party arrive on grass, amidst trees and shrubs. Jaeger starts scanning immediately.)
MCCOY: Where are your storms, Jaeger?

(their protection seems fairly inadequate to me considering what Jaeger had to say about the planet, but oh well. )

 

JAEGER: Atmosphere exactly the same as ours.

 

(He takes of his oxygen mask, sniffs, and signals that the other two can do the same.)

DESALLE: DeSalle to Enterprise. DeSalle to Enterprise. It doesn't function. We're cut off.

 

(He takes of his oxygen mask, sniffs, and signals that the other two can do the same.)
DESALLE: DeSalle to Enterprise. DeSalle to Enterprise. It doesn't function. We're cut off.

 

MCCOY: (trying his own communicator) No response.

 

DESALLE: (to Jaeger) Keep trying with yours. Something's blocking the beacon. I've got to find open ground.
(He wanders off through the shrubs)

 

^ finishing....

DESALLE: Mister Jaeger! McCoy!

(They join him to see a stone building in the gothic style, with an iron-bound oak door. They approach cautiously, and enter.)


[Drawing Room]

(The place is stuffed full of things. A bust of Napoleon on a stand, a suit of armour, a globe, tapestry and swords and shields on the walls, an open fire, a harpsichord and a large mirror.)

MCCOY: In the name of heaven, where are we?

(They head down steps into the room, past the Salt Monster in an alcove.)

 

DESALLE: Look!
(Sulu and Kirk are displayed in a mini-minstrel's gallery. McCoy scans them.)

 

MCCOY: There's no reading. They're like waxworks figures.

(The main door slams shut, and there's a man in an embroidered coat playing the harpsichord.)

 

TRELANE: I must say, they make a perfectly exquisite display pair, but I suppose you want them back now.
(He waves his hand and the two men come back to life)

 

SULU: Where are we?

 

TRELANE: Welcome to an island of peace on my stormy little planet of Gothos.