KIRK: Lieutenant Uhura, start a replay of the distress call. Scotty, are the transporter controls functioning now?
SCOTT: Aye, sir. Is Mister Spock still down there?
KIRK: No, he's in Sickbay. Doctor McCoy is running a check on the landing party. What is it, Lieutenant?
UHURA: Malfunction, sir.
KIRK: Mister Sulu, I would like
UHURA: Captain. It corrected itself.
SULU: Captain, there's some trouble on the hangar deck. The controls are frozen.
KIRK: Have repair crews been assigned?
SULU: Yes, sir.
UHURA: The tape is ready, sir.
KIRK: Play it.
(Spock enters as the viewscreen displays Scalos and that statue.)
RAEL [on viewscreen]: To any and all space travellers passing within range of the planet Scalos, I send you an urgent appeal for help. My comrades and I are the last surviving members of what was once a thriving civilisation. Those of us who are left have taken shelter in this area. We have no explanation for what has been happening to us. Our number is now five. We were once a nation of nine hundred thousand.
KIRK: Freeze it.
SPOCK: It is logical to assume that this distress call was pre-recorded. What we received was evidently a delayed taped message.
UHURA: That would explain our continuing to receive it while our sensors only picked up the landing party, sir.
KIRK: The fact remains, when we beamed down there we couldn't find these people. They were there, now they're not. Nor is Crewman Compton.
SPOCK: It would seem that some force or agent only partially discernible to our instruments may have been responsible.
KIRK: Mister Sulu, I want the ship on standby alert while we continue the investigation.
SULU: Sir, now I have readings that deflectors are inoperative. The controls are frozen.
KIRK: Scotty, assist.
KIRK: Mister Spock, ever since we beamed up from Scalos, we've had a series of malfunctions. I want an investigation and an explanation.