"Return to Tomorrow" Line-by-Line

[Enterprise1981]

CHAPEL: Yes, that, that was it. I will inform Doctor McCoy that each is properly filled for each patient.

 

[BlueStuff]

SPOCK: Very good. You see, Sargon would not permit me to keep this body. It is therefore necessary for you to kill your captain so that Sargon will die with him.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MCCOY: Enterprise Medical Log. Stardate 4769.1. Three alien minds now inhabit the bodies of Captain Kirk, Science Officer Spock, and Doctor Ann Mulhall.


[Sickbay]

MCCOY: As planned, the construction of android robots is underway. All is proceeding as expected and as promised. I can find no reason for concern, but yet I am filled with foreboding.

 

[BlueStuff]

[Laboratory]

(Sargon and Thalassa are working, when their hands touch.)
MULHALL: Sargon, I remember a day long ago. We sat beside a silver lake. The air was scented with the flowers of our planet.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: I remember. You held my hand like this. (He kisses it, as Spock comes in.) I think it best not to remember so well.

 

[BlueStuff]

SPOCK: In two days, you'll have your own hands, Thalassa. Mechanically efficient and quite human-looking. Android robot hands, of course. Hands without feeling. Enjoy the taste of life while you can.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: Our minds will have survived. And as androids, we can move among the people who do live, teaching them, helping them not to make the errors we did.

 

[BlueStuff]

MULHALL: What is it, Sargon?

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: Nothing. Our next injection will renovate me. Do not be concerned.

 

[Orac]

[Sickbay]

(Chapel is holding the hypos and trying to remember something very important.)

McCoy: Nurse, how are the last metabolic readings on our patients?

 

[Enterprise1981]

CHAPEL: You'll find them excellent, Doctor. Well within normal.

 

[Orac]

McCoy: Is something wrong, Miss Chapel?

 

[BlueStuff]

CHAPEL: Er, yes. I, er, I had something to say. I can't seem to remember.

 

[Orac]

McCoy: Regarding our patients?

 

[BlueStuff]

CHAPEL: Yes. That must be it. I am so pleased the way they are responding, Doctor. The formula's working perfectly.

 

[Orac]

McCoy: You look tired, Miss Chapel. Perhaps you'd care for me to administer the last few injections.

 

[BlueStuff]

CHAPEL: Tired? Well, not at all, Doctor. Thank you for asking.
(Leaves a puzzled McCoy.)

 

[Orac]

[Laboratory]

(Mulhall/Thalassa is looking at her reflection in a metallic surface when Scott comes in with a small doo-dad.)

Mulhall: Thank you. Have you prepared the negaton hydracoils for the drawing Sargon supplied?

 

[BlueStuff]

SCOTT: For all the good it'll do you. It's a fancy name, but how will something that looks like a drop of jelly make this thing work? You'll need microgears and a pulley that does what a muscle does.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MULHALL: That would be highly inefficient.