"The Squire of Gothos" Line-by-Line
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SPOCK: You're quite correct, Doctor. Prepare transporter room.
SPOCK: No, Mister Scott. Neither you nor I can be spared here. Mister DeSalle, equip the landing party with full communications, armament, and life-support gear. Mister Jaeger, your geophysical knowledge may be crucial down there. Doctor McCoy will accompany. If those peculiar signals are coming from Captain Kirk or Lieutenant Sulu, their rationality is in question. Dismissed.
SPOCK: Very good. Transmit coordinates to Mister Scott. Once on the planet's surface, you'll establish contact with us immediately. Use the laser beacon if necessary. Ready, Scott?
SCOTT: Ready, Mister Spock.
SPOCK: Activate.
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JAEGER: Atmosphere exactly the same as ours.
(He takes of his oxygen mask, sniffs, and signals that the other two can do the same.)
DESALLE: DeSalle to Enterprise. DeSalle to Enterprise. It doesn't function. We're cut off.
DESALLE: DeSalle to Enterprise. DeSalle to Enterprise. It doesn't function. We're cut off.
MCCOY: (trying his own communicator) No response.
^ finishing....
DESALLE: Mister Jaeger! McCoy!
(They join him to see a stone building in the gothic style, with an iron-bound oak door. They approach cautiously, and enter.)
[Drawing Room]
(The place is stuffed full of things. A bust of Napoleon on a stand, a suit of armour, a globe, tapestry and swords and shields on the walls, an open fire, a harpsichord and a large mirror.)
MCCOY: In the name of heaven, where are we?
(They head down steps into the room, past the Salt Monster in an alcove.)
DESALLE: Mister Jaeger! McCoy!
(They join him to see a stone building in the gothic style, with an iron-bound oak door. They approach cautiously, and enter.)
[Drawing Room]
(The place is stuffed full of things. A bust of Napoleon on a stand, a suit of armour, a globe, tapestry and swords and shields on the walls, an open fire, a harpsichord and a large mirror.)
MCCOY: In the name of heaven, where are we?
(They head down steps into the room, past the Salt Monster in an alcove.)
MCCOY: There's no reading. They're like waxworks figures.
(The main door slams shut, and there's a man in an embroidered coat playing the harpsichord.)
(The main door slams shut, and there's a man in an embroidered coat playing the harpsichord.)
SULU: Where are we?
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