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It's Landru's will.
The infection is strong.
The good is all.
You have heard the word and disobeyed.
Help me!
Dr. McCoy.
There are heat beams of some kind coming up from the planet's surface.
We're not going anywhere.
Pull out its plug, Mr Spock
He may have programmed you,
We're going down, captain.
Excellent, Scotty.
It exists. It is healthy.
no crime.
And the strangers are not of the Body.
Of course.
i don't know much about computers
The good must transcend the evil.
Then you will die.
You will be absorbed.
No! No, I was wrong! I submit.
We've just arrived.
- Security. - Captain.
friendliest people in the universe.
Are you of the Body?
in the Hall of Audiences.
An underground?
- Come. - No.
Landru is dead. You are a machine.
Sit down.
Near here, but radiating in all directions.
In this building?
But, Hacom.
Happiness is to all of us blessed by Landru.
You're holding my ship. I demand that you release it.
Festival!
I tried the emergency bypass circuits, but they haven't been effective.
It is the word of Landru.
Good luck.
Back to a simple time.
- You came for the Festival? - Yes.
Affirmative.
- Marvellous. - What?
Captain's log, stardate 3156.2.