Let That Be Your Last Battlefield Line-by-Line

Kirk: At the moment, I seem to have no choice.

 

CHEKOV: We are not killers.

 

LOKAI: What do you do, carry justice on your tongues? You will beg for it, but you won't fight or die for it.

 

KIRK: After so many years of leading the fight, you seem very much alive.

 

SPOCK: I doubt that the same can be said for many of his followers.

 

BELE: You're finished, Lokai! We've got your kind penned in on Cheron into little districts, and it's not going to change. You've combed the galaxy and come up with nothing but mono-colored trash, do-gooders and bleeding hearts. You're dead, you half-white!

 

(They lunge for each others throats, and send off electrical charges.)
KIRK: Bele, you keep this up, and you'll never get to Cheron with your prisoner. The rest of this ship will be irreparably damaged. This will be your final battlefield. Your fifty thousand years of pursuit will have been wasted.
(Bele and Lokai separate)
KIRK: And you, Lokai, will die here in space. You'll inspire no more disciples. Your cause will be ended.

 

Lokai: Remember, Captain, political sanctuary is my right. I am your prisoner. Honour that right, or the fight will go on and your ship will burn up.

 

KIRK: You've made your point.

 

BELE: If you listen to his legalistic trickery, I shall have to destroy this ship and everybody aboard.

 

Kirk: I understand. Will you return the Enterprise to my control?

 

KIRK: Scotty, have repairs on directional control been completed?

 

SCOTT: Aye, sir. Re-routed.

 

KIRK: Check controls and co-ordinates.

 

SULU: Controls operating. The Enterprise is responding as always. Captain, it's beautiful.

 

CHEKOV: Locking onto co-ordinates.

 

SPOCK: Captain, we are within scanning range of Cheron.

 

KIRK: Is it within visual range?