Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Part of what he is makes you the man you are.
Captain?
Oh, yes, yes.
Captain's log, stardate 1672.1.
Don't make me.
- Kirk here. - Mr. Scott, sir,
That the search parties are to capture you?
No time.
The search parties, captain.
I've seen a part of myself no man should ever see.
Can't last much longer.
Condition of landing party, critical.
Specimen-gathering mission on planet Alfa 177.
He says the impostor attacked him,
but you must surely realise you can't announce the full truth to the crew.
It might profit you to let Dr. McCoy give you the once-over.
There can't be any chance of him being killed.
Judging from my observations, captain,
We won't know until we get a full postmortem.
Yeah.
Autopsy in depth. Hurry.
I'm the captain! Don't you understand? I'm captain of this ship!
Crypto’s dead, Jim
inside myself.
- Cut my hand. - Let's see.
- Yes. - There shouldn't be
He's dead, Jim.
We've both been...
You can go now, yeoman.
We just can't leave those four men down there.
Are there any scratches?
We think we may have found an answer.
Kirk here.
we don't dare send Mr. Sulu and the landing party up.
And yet, it's me.