"Requiem for Methuselah" Line-by-Line

SPOCK: Interesting. Obviously, Mr. Flint is not yet ready for us to depart.

 

MCCOY: Well, I think we'd better tell Jim.

 

SPOCK: The captain wanted us to wait here.

 

(Living Room)

Kirk: Come with me. I offer you happiness.

 

Rayna: I've known security here.

 

KIRK: Childhood must end. You love me, not Flint.

(Rayna dashes out of the room)

 

(Lab)

MCCOY: Flint lied. The ryetalyn isn't here.

 

SPOCK: Picking up tricorder readings, Captain. Apparently the ryetalyn is behind this door.

 

Kirk: Why is Flint playing tricks on us? Apparently we're supposed to go in and get it, if we can. Well, let's not disappoint the chess master. Phasers on full.

 

The Door opens on its own

Spock: Captain, I shall get the Ryetayn.

 

KIRK: Why you?

 

SPOCK: There may be dangers within.

 

KIRK: Let's find out.

 

SPOCK: Let me go alone, Captain.

 

MCCOY: Why? Get to the point, Spock, if there is one.

 

KIRK: We'll all go.


(they go down a short corridor into another laboratory)

 

(The vials of ryetalyn are on a table.)

MCCOY: The ryetalyn.

(And over by the far wall is a covered figure with the label - Rayna 16. Kirk takes a look at it. It is a bald version of Rayna. They look further and see others. Rayna 14, Rayna 15.)

 

(Lab Two)

Captain's log, stardate 5843.8. We have accomplished our mission and have the ryetalyn ready to combat the epidemic aboard the Enterprise. But we have also discovered our benefactor's secret. He has created the perfect woman. Her only flaw, she’s not human.


McCoy: Physically human but not human. These are earlier versions of Rayna, Jim. She's an android.

 

Flint: Created here by my hand. Here, the centuries of loneliness were to end.

 

Spock: Your collection of Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces, Mister Flint, they appear to have been recently painted on contemporary canvas with contemporary materials. And on your piano, a waltz by Johannes Brahms, an unknown work in manuscript, written in modern ink. Yet absolutely authentic, as are your paintings.