Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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