"Return to Tomorrow" Line-by-Line

CHAPEL: Yes, that, that was it. I will inform Doctor McCoy that each is properly filled for each patient.

 

SPOCK: Very good. You see, Sargon would not permit me to keep this body. It is therefore necessary for you to kill your captain so that Sargon will die with him.

 

MCCOY: Enterprise Medical Log. Stardate 4769.1. Three alien minds now inhabit the bodies of Captain Kirk, Science Officer Spock, and Doctor Ann Mulhall.


[Sickbay]

MCCOY: As planned, the construction of android robots is underway. All is proceeding as expected and as promised. I can find no reason for concern, but yet I am filled with foreboding.

 

[Laboratory]

(Sargon and Thalassa are working, when their hands touch.)
MULHALL: Sargon, I remember a day long ago. We sat beside a silver lake. The air was scented with the flowers of our planet.

 

KIRK: I remember. You held my hand like this. (He kisses it, as Spock comes in.) I think it best not to remember so well.

 

SPOCK: In two days, you'll have your own hands, Thalassa. Mechanically efficient and quite human-looking. Android robot hands, of course. Hands without feeling. Enjoy the taste of life while you can.

 

KIRK: Our minds will have survived. And as androids, we can move among the people who do live, teaching them, helping them not to make the errors we did.

 

MULHALL: What is it, Sargon?

 

KIRK: Nothing. Our next injection will renovate me. Do not be concerned.

 

[Sickbay]

(Chapel is holding the hypos and trying to remember something very important.)

McCoy: Nurse, how are the last metabolic readings on our patients?

 

CHAPEL: You'll find them excellent, Doctor. Well within normal.

 

McCoy: Is something wrong, Miss Chapel?

 

CHAPEL: Er, yes. I, er, I had something to say. I can't seem to remember.

 

McCoy: Regarding our patients?

 

CHAPEL: Yes. That must be it. I am so pleased the way they are responding, Doctor. The formula's working perfectly.

 

McCoy: You look tired, Miss Chapel. Perhaps you'd care for me to administer the last few injections.

 

CHAPEL: Tired? Well, not at all, Doctor. Thank you for asking.
(Leaves a puzzled McCoy.)

 

[Laboratory]

(Mulhall/Thalassa is looking at her reflection in a metallic surface when Scott comes in with a small doo-dad.)

Mulhall: Thank you. Have you prepared the negaton hydracoils for the drawing Sargon supplied?

 

SCOTT: For all the good it'll do you. It's a fancy name, but how will something that looks like a drop of jelly make this thing work? You'll need microgears and a pulley that does what a muscle does.

 

MULHALL: That would be highly inefficient.