The Trouble With Tribbles Part 25

47 ANGLE ON WALL 47.

As Cyrano strolls out of the bar, a squad of security men tear past him, running towards it. Cyrano watches them, toasts them with a bottle, and then strolls gaily off...21 FADE OUT.

END OF ACT TWO.

ACT THREE.

FADE IN:.

48 EXT. s.p.a.cE-ENTERPRISE 48.

KIRK'S VOICE.

Captain's log, Star date 4525.6. A small disturbance between the Klingon crew and members of the Enterprise crew...

49 INT. BAR 49.

as the .ght is being broken up by the squad of security men. The bar is pretty well broken up too. The combatants are being separated into their two respective groups.

KIRK'S VOICE.

...has broken out aboard s.p.a.ce Station K-7...I am forced to cancel sh.o.r.e leave for both s.h.i.+ps.

50 OMITTED 50.

51 INT. ENTERPRISE-BRIEFING ROOM 51.

Or any place where Kirk can address the whole line of transgressors. A few tribbles in evidence.

KIRK.

(continuing the same sentence) ...I want to know who started it...

(there is no response) I'm waiting...

(he waits) Freeman, who started it?

FREEMAN22.

Uh...I don't know, sir.

KIRK.

All right...Chekov...

Chekov stares resolutely ahead. He is not in the best of condition...the effect of the .ght and the vodka.

KIRK.

(continuing) Chekov, I know you...you started it, didn't you...?

CHEKOV.

No, sir. I didn't.

KIRK.

Who did?

Chekov glances at Scott.

CHEKOV.

Uh...I don't know, sir.

KIRK.

You don't know?

Kirk, stepping back and surveying all of the men. Scott is at the end of the line, next to Chekov.

KIRK.

(continuing) I want to know who threw the .rst punch?

(he waits) All right...you are all con.ned to quarters until I .nd out who started it. That's all. Dismissed.

(the men start to .le out) Not you, Mr. Scott.

Scott pauses. Kirk steps closer to him as the last man exits.

52 CLOSER ANGLE-KIRK AND SCOTT 52.

KIRK.

Mr. Scott, you were supposed to prevent trouble...

SCOTT.

Aye, Captain...

KIRK.

Who threw the .rst punch, Scotty?

(Scott hesitates) Scotty...

SCOTT.

Uh...I did, Captain.

KIRK.

(momentarily startled) You did? Mr. Scott...?

(a beat) What caused it, Scotty?

SCOTT.

(stif.y) They insulted us, sir.

KIRK.

It must have been some insult, Mr. Scott.

SCOTT.

Aye, it was...

KIRK.

You threw the .rst punch...

SCOTT.

Aye-Chekov wanted to, but I held him back.

KIRK.

Why did Chekov want to .ght...?

SCOTT.

Uh-the Klingons... is this off the record, Captain?

KIRK.

(stif.y) No, this is not off the record.

SCOTT.

Well, Captain, the Klingons called you a...

(pause to remember) ...tin-plated, overbearing, swaggering dictator with delusions of G.o.dhood.

Kirk reacts, intrigued in spite of himself.

KIRK.

Was that all?

SCOTT.

No, sir. They also compared you to a Denebian Slime Devil...

KIRK.

I see.

SCOTT.

And then they said that you were a- KIRK.

I get the picture, Mr. Scott.

SCOTT.

Yes, sir.

KIRK.

And after they said all this, that's when you started the .ght...?

SCOTT.

No, sir.

Kirk reacts to this.

KIRK.

No...?

SCOTT.

No, sir-I didn't. You told us to avoid trouble.

KIRK.

Oh.

SCOTT.

And I didn't see that it was worth .ghtin' about. After all, we're big enough to take a few insults... aren't we?

Slowly, Kirk nods...

KIRK.