Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There is no Landru, captain.
Myself, Tamar, who's dead now,
Lieutenant O'Neil. He's one of our men.
It's all right. Quiet.
Peace, order and tranquillity are maintained.
Oh, does my head ache.
Space, the final frontier for Insead 01D!
Captain's log, stardate 3157.4.
Not simple.
I bare myself to the will of Landru!
Scotty, stand by. We're doing the best we can.
Tamar was my contact.
That is the prime directive, and you are the evil.
This underground.
- Listen to me. - You will be absorbed.
Whatever you may call yourselves, you are in fulfilment of prophecy.
from the surface of Beta III,
What have you done
You couldn't be.
The evil must be destroyed.
and that we'll speak to him.
ARE YOU OF THE BODY?
Come, please. Hurry.
You are strange.
He saw the truth.
This whole society is a machine's concept of perfection.
I am Landrew…. And I am soft….
- You're not of the Body! You're not! - Peace to you, friend.
Captain's log, stardate 3158.7.
Not ridiculous.
his understanding, his soul, Mr. Spock.
Then I put it to you that you have disobeyed the prime directive.
You'd make a splendid computer Mr Spock
He'll give her a shot. It'll calm her down. Trust us.
I understand.
It shall be done.
Landru died 6000 years ago.
Do you ask a question?
And apparently commanding powers far beyond our comprehension.
The heat rays have gone, captain, and Mr. Sulu's back to normal.
Happy communing.
Here are your weapons.
Until new orders are received.
I shouldn't depend on that happening again, captain.
- Is this truly Landru? - What's left of him,
Without creativity, there is no life.
I will rephrase.
I wanna have a plan of action.