Let That Be Your Last Battlefield Line-by-Line

SCOTT [OC]: I'll be right up.

 

Kirk: Speed, Mister Chekov.

 

CHEKOV: We're moving at warp eight.

 

KIRK: And new course?

 

CHEKOV: four oh three mark seven. Straight for the Coal Sack if there is no letup.

 

Kirk: Lieutenant Uhura, put the ship on Red Alert. All hands, this is the captain. The ship is on Red Alert.

[Engineering]

Kirk [OC]: Repeat, the ship is on Red Alert. There has been an unidentified malfunction in the ship's directional control.

[Sickbay]

Kirk [OC]: Repeat, the ship is off course and out of our control.
(As the guard heads off to his battle station, Lokai dashes out of Sickbay.)

[Bridge]

(Scott enters.)
Kirk: Our new heading, Mister Chekov?

 

Kirk: Spock?

 

SPOCK: Confirmed, Captain. Holding pattern. Co-ordinates now indicate we are charting course to (pause) Captain, Cheron lies between four oh three mark seven and mark nine.

 

BELE: We're on the way to Cheron. Captain, this ship is now under my direction. For fifty thousand of your terrestrial years, I have been pursuing Lokai through the galaxy. I have not travelled this far, this long, only to give him up. This ship goes where my will drives it.

 

SCOTT: Captain, we are now at warp ten and the speed is increasing!

 

SPOCK: Captain, course is now clearly straight for Cheron, despite all efforts to direct us to Ariannus.

 

LOKAI: I will not return to Cheron. Captain, you must guarantee me sanctuary.

 

BELE: He cannot help you now. You are lost, Lokai. You're on the way to judgment, to final punishment.

 

LOKAI: Stop him.

 

Bele: You evil mound of filth. Not this time.

 

LOKAI: My cause is just. You must help me. All of you must help me.

 

BELE: Oh, the old cry. Pity me, pity me. Everywhere he's gone, he's been helped to escape. On every planet he's found fools who bleed for him and shed tears for the oppressed one. But there is no escape for you on this ship. This is your last sanctuary.

 

Lokai: Kill him. Kill him!

 

KIRK: You're two of a kind.