INT. AIRCRAFT CARRIER – NIGHT
INTERROGATOR: Commander Pavel Chekov, Star Fleet, United Federation of Planets. Alright, Commander, is there anything you want to tell us? CHEKOV: Like what? INTERROGATOR: Like, who you really are, and what you’re doing here, and what these things are.
He picks up Chekov’s phaser then places it back down on the table.
CHEKOV: I am Pavel Chekov, Commander in Star Fleet, United Federation of Planets, Service Number 656-58217. INTERROGATOR: Alright, let’s take it from the top. The top of what? INTERROGATOR: Name. CHEKOV: My name? INTERROGATOR: No, my name! CHEKOV: I do not know your name! INTERROGATOR: You play games with me Mister, and you’re through! CHEKOV: I am? May I go now?
Interrogator turns to his assistant
INTERROGATOR: What do you think? ASSISTANT: He’s a Ruskie INTERROGATOR: That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Of course he’s a Ruskie. But he’s some sort of retard or something. ASSISTANT: Better call Washington? CHEKOV: Don’t move! INTERROGATOR: OK, make nice. Give us the ray gun. CHEKOV: I warn you. If you don’t lay on the floor, I will have to stun you. INTERROGATOR: Go ahead, stun me. CHEKOV: I’m very sorry.
Chekov tries to fire the phaser but a sickly weak sound is heard indicating that the phaser is not functioning properly.
CHEKOV (embarrassed): Must be the radiation.
INT. AIRCRAFT CARRIER – HALLWAY –
LONG SHOT view of a series of watertight doors.
Chekov is running through the hallway, then climbs stairs that lead to the main flight deck.
INT. KLINGON STARSHIP – NAVIGATION ROOM –
Spock is busily working on something. Dr. McCoy slowly walks up to Spock.
McCOY: You, ah. You present the appearance of a man with a problem. SPOCK: Your perception is correct, doctor. In order to return us to the exact moment we left the 23rd Century, I have used our journey back through time as a referent calculating the coefficient of elapsed time in relation to the acceleration curve. McCOY:That’s right. So, what’s your problem? SPOCK: Acceleration is no longer a constant! McCOY:Well, then you’re just gonna have to take your best shot. SPOCK: (puzzled) Best shot? McCOY: Guess, Spock! Your best guess! SPOCK: Guessing is not in my nature, Doctor. McCOY:Well, nobody’s perfect.