Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan Page #3

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lost in space|from the year 1996,

myself and the ship's company|in cryogenic freeze?

I've never even met|Admiral Kirk.

Admiral?

Admiral.

Admiral.

Never told you

how Admiral Kirk|sent 70 of us into exile

on this barren sand heap

with only the contents|of these cargo bays

to sustain us?

You lie! On Ceti Alpha V,|there was life.

A fair chance-

This is Ceti Alpha V!

Ceti Alpha VI exploded

six months after|we were left here.

The shock|shifted the orbit

of this planet,

and everything|was laid waste.

Admiral Kirk|never bothered to check

on our progress.

It was only the fact

of my genetically|engineered intellect

that allowed us|to survive.

On earth...

I was a prince...

with power over millions.

Captain Kirk|was your host.

You repaid|his hospitality

by trying|to steal his ship

and murder him.

You didn't expect|to find me.

You thought|this was Ceti Alpha VI.

Ahh.

Why are you here?

Why?

Allow me|to introduce you

to Ceti Alpha V's

only remaining|indigenous life form.

What do you think?

It killed|20 of my people...

including my beloved wife.

Oh, not all at once.

And not instantly,|to be sure.

You see,

their young enter|through the ears

and wrap themselves|around the cerebral cortex.

This has the effect|of rendering the victim

extremely susceptible|to, uh...suggestion.

Later, as they grow...

follows madness...

and death.

Khan, listen to me.

These are pets,|of course.

Not quite domesticated.

Khan,

Captain Kirk|was only doing his duty.

Aah!

Aaaahh!

That's better.

Now, tell me,|why are you here?

And tell me

where I may find|James Kirk.

Enterprise to Admiral Kirk's shuttle.

You're cleared for docking.

Approach portside|torpedo bay.

Enterprise, this is|Admiral Kirk's party on final approach.

Enterprise welcomes you.|Prepare for docking.

I hate inspections.

I'm delighted.|Any chance to go aboard the Enterprise.

I'm glad you're at the helm|for three weeks.

These kids|can't steer.

Open the air lock.

Permission to come aboard.

You're welcome.|You know my training crew.

Certainly they know you.

We've been through|death and life together.

Mr. Scott, you old space dog,|you're well.

I had a wee bout, sir,

but Dr. McCoy|pulled me through.

Wee bout of what?

Shore leave, Admiral.

Who do we have here?

Midshipman First Class Peter Preston,|Engineer's Mate, sir.

First training voyage,|Mr. Preston?

Yes, sir.

I see.

Shall we start|with the engine room?

We'll see you there.|Everything is in order.

That'll be a pleasant surprise,|Mr. Scott.

I'll see you|on the bridge, Admiral.

Company, dismissed.

Well, Mr. Scott,|are your cadets capable

of handling|a minor training cruise?

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