Star Trek III: The Search for Spock Page #5

count on our help.

Thank you.

I'll need it.

Shall I alert

Dr. McCoy?

Please. He has a long

journey ahead of him.

Long time, Doc.

Yeah. Anybody been

looking for me?

I have.

What will it be?

Altair water.

That's not your

usual poison.

To expect one to order

poison in a bar

is not logical.

Got it.

To your planet,

welcome.

I think that's

my line, stranger.

Oh, forgive.

I here am new.

But you are known,

being McCoy

from Enterprise.

You have me

at a disadvantage, sir.

I name

not important.

You seek l.

Message received.

Available ship

stands by.

How much and how soon?

How soon is now.

How much is where.

Somewhere in

the Mutara sector.

Oh...

Mutara restricted.

Take permits many.

Money more.

There aren't going

to be any damn permits.

How can you get a permit

to do a damn

illegal thing?

Look, price you name.

Money I got.

Place you name.

Money I name.

Otherwise,

bargain no.

All right, damn it.

It's Genesis.

The name of the place

we're going is Genesis!

Genesis?

Yes, Genesis!

How can you be deaf

with ears like that?

Genesis allowed

is not.

Is planet forbidden.

Look,

my backwards friend,

Genesis may be

planet forbidden,

but I'm damn well-

Sir, your voice

is carrying.

You don't want to discuss

this subject in public.

I'll discuss

what I like!

Who the hell

are you?

Could I offer you

a ride home, Dr. McCoy?

Where's the logic?

lf I wanted a ride home,

would I be chartering

a space flight?

How do you know

who I am?

Federation

security, sir.

You're going to get

a nice long rest, Doctor.

Saavik to Grissom.

We are definitely reading

a second life form.

We concur.

Proceed with

caution, Saavik.

What the hell

is going on down there?

Make it quick,

Admiral.

They're moving him

to the Federation funny farm.

Poor friend.

I hear he's fruity

as a nutcake.

Two minutes.

Jim!

How many fingers

do I have up?

That's not very funny.

You're sense

of humor's returned.

The hell it has.

What's that?

Lexorin.

Lexorin? What for?

You're suffering from a Vulcan

mind-meld, Doctor.

That green-blooded

son of a b*tch!

It's his revenge for

those arguments he lost.

Let's see your hand.

This will make you

well enough to travel.

Where's Admiral Kirk?

He's with

the prisoner.

Get him quickly.

Commander Starfleet

wants him right away.

Oh, hum.

Keeping you busy?

Don't get smart, Tiny.

Admiral, Starfleet-

This man's sick.

Take a look.

Side elevator.

Agents coming up.

Don't call me Tiny.

The Kobayashi Maru

has set sail

for the promised land.

Acknowledge.

Message acknowledged.

All units will be informed.

You're taking me to

the promised land?

What are friends for?

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