"Bread and Circuses" Line-by-Line!

[Admiral Shran]

MCCOY: No, I think I can walk. I'll try.

(McCoy suddenly doubles over in pain and two guards are sent in to help. One gets neck-pinched, the Roman is karate-chopped and the last guard is punched by the invalid.)

 

[Alienesse]

KIRK: Let's go!

 

[Admiral Shran]

MERIK: Well done, Jim. (Armed guards appear.) I'm afraid it isn't that easy. They've been handling slaves here for two thousand years.

 

[Alienesse]

CLAUDIUS: But it was exciting. They'd do well in the arena.

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: Captain Merik, isn't it ?

 

[Alienesse]

MERIK: Yes, it's me. This is our Proconsul, Claudius Marcus.

 

[Admiral Shran]

CLAUDIUS: But this is no place for a reunion.

 

[Alienesse]

MERIK: This way. Your friends, too. There's lots to talk about, lots to explain.

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: I agree.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MERIK: Don't judge me before you know the facts. Come on, we can talk freely here. The Proconsul knows who and what we are.

 

[Admiral Shran]

^ finishing....

[Chamber]

(Some small animal skins on the floor, a brass brazier, an urn and busts on plinths, and a girl preparing drinks.)

MERIK: You can leave us.

(The guards leave.)

MERIK: Well, a celebration. A meeting of old friends.

CLAUDIUS: Prepare food for our friends. They've come from a great distance. A great distance indeed. So, this is a Vulcan. Interesting. From what I've heard, I wish I had fifty of you for the arena.

 

[Enterprise1981]

CLAUDIUS: Prepare food for our friends. They've come from a great distance. A great distance indeed. So, this is a Vulcan. Interesting. From what I've heard, I wish I had fifty of you for the arena.

 

[Admiral Shran]

MERIK: This other is your ship's surgeon?

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: McCoy.

 

[Admiral Shran]

MERIK: It's a pity we can't let him loose in our hospitals. Our level of medicine would improve immeasurably, I'm sure.

 

[Enterprise1981]

CLAUDIUS: Come. You must be hungry. Gentlemen? (They sit at a table, and the girl brings over a plate.) Oh, try the sparrow broiled in garum. Delicious. Or perhaps some of this roast kid. Lovely thing, isn't she?

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: All right, what happened?

 

[Enterprise1981]

MERIK: We had meteor damage, Jim. I went ashore with a landing party to look for iridium ore for repairs, and I met this gentleman.

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: Go on.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MERIK: He convinced me it would be unfair to this world to carry word of their existence elsewhere.