Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. - Spock, call the Enterprise.
It has no spirit, no spark.
You'll be safe there. But we must hurry.
Landru, he will hear.
Message for your dear leader Your (every) statement is irrelevant
Can I turn them away?
was sent to the planet below.
Fire.
Blessed be the Body,
- Oh, is that what it was? - Sound waves.
Good of the Body, captain.
Your analysis seems logical.
What if we are?
We have no plans to attend the Festival, sir.
is now being commanded by Engineering Officer Scott.
You attack the Body.
It is true then.
- we'll need your help. - Captain.
Not of the Body.
Reger.
What about Landru? Who is he?
How's Mr. Sulu?
Very, very dangerous.
Yes, and we never got it.
They have no guidance, possibly for the first time in their lives.
Fascinating.
- Who? - Lieutenant O'Neil. Where is he?
Come.
A bunch of Stone-Age characters running around in robes.
Oh, doc.
I am Landru.
I am Landru.
If we try to warp out, or even move on impulse engines,
and Mr. O'Neil.
Sociologist Lindstrom is remaining behind with a party of experts
Landru!
Can I help you, friend?
No mechanism.
...their routine is disrupted.
Landru.
No.
Yes, Lindstrom.
You said you wanted us to help you?
I am Landrew…. And I’m soft….
This is merely a hollow tube, captain.
Landru seeks tranquillity.
This is a soulless society, captain.
Then you are not of the Body.
It's no use, Mr. Sulu. Look, there's one of them.
His condition requires I beam down with an additional search detail.
Captain, our prime directive of non-interference.
The valley has different ways.
Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!
Very strong. We're being probed, in this direction.