Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is a simple thing. It is the word of Vaal.
- Kirk to Enterprise. Come in. - Scott here.
Mr. Chekov, Yeoman Landon, I know you find each other fascinating,
The way it is now, we couldn't beam up a fly.
They've learned to kill.
apparently no vices, no replacements needed...
Captain's log, supplementary.
It must have made Adam and Eve very sad to leave.
- Kyle. - No, sir. We're slipping.
That's what we call love.
The People of Vaal seem to have disappeared.
Opinion.
The children.
- What is it, Mr. Spock? - A visitor,
Wide variation in energy transmissions,
They are forbidden by Vaal.
Fascinating.
Walk in paradise...
Captain.
you're fired.
That paradise must have looked like this?
...pleasant to them.
You use unknown words to me.
Apparently our hypothesis is correct. There is no living being there.
It will be done, to all of them...
Yes.
No, Mr. Spock, I didn't think you would be.
It'll take us another eight hours to complete the work.
It's no good, sir. There's only a few systems responding.
And now three men are dead, and the ship's in trouble.
They've taken the first step.
we're like a fly on flypaper. Even worse.
Generating great power.
- Four hundred people. - Jim.
There's nothing you can do about it, sir.
These are the People of Vaal.
Scotty, you're rehired.
I'll take my chances.
- Kirk to Enterprise. - Scott here, sir.
Computer banks, Kyle. Feed in our rate, get me a figure.
But this is not the centre, Mr. Spock.
when the strangers are asleep.
I'll have all engineering sections working on the circuits immediately.
Energise.
Tell the men of Vaal to meet me in the clear place
But you say there's nothing to worry about?
Some kind of generator?
You are under orders to investigate this planet and this culture.