Nuclear Wessels (1986) HD


Interrogating Chekov (1986) HD

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.

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.

Not In His Nature (1986) HD


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.