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Kirk here.
we don't dare send Mr. Sulu and the landing party up.
No time.
We just can't leave those four men down there.
I'm the captain! Don't you understand? I'm captain of this ship!
Captain?
You can go now, yeoman.
There can't be any chance of him being killed.
Yeah.
Are there any scratches?
He says the impostor attacked him,
- Kirk here. - Mr. Scott, sir,
Captain's log, stardate 1672.1.
That the search parties are to capture you?
He's dead, Jim.
Judging from my observations, captain,
Oh, yes, yes.
Part of what he is makes you the man you are.
Crypto’s dead, Jim
We think we may have found an answer.
The search parties, captain.
We won't know until we get a full postmortem.
Condition of landing party, critical.
I've seen a part of myself no man should ever see.
And yet, it's me.
Specimen-gathering mission on planet Alfa 177.
Autopsy in depth. Hurry.
Can't last much longer.
Don't make me.
inside myself.
It might profit you to let Dr. McCoy give you the once-over.
- Cut my hand. - Let's see.
- Yes. - There shouldn't be
We've both been...
but you must surely realise you can't announce the full truth to the crew.