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I tried the emergency bypass circuits, but they haven't been effective.
And the strangers are not of the Body.
Dr. McCoy.
Affirmative.
Landru is dead. You are a machine.
in the Hall of Audiences.
You have heard the word and disobeyed.
- You came for the Festival? - Yes.
Near here, but radiating in all directions.
Good luck.
Festival!
Pull out its plug, Mr Spock
It is the word of Landru.
no crime.
Captain's log, stardate 3156.2.
We're not going anywhere.
- Security. - Captain.
In this building?
The good is all.
We've just arrived.
Sit down.
- Marvellous. - What?
It's Landru's will.
- Come. - No.
There are heat beams of some kind coming up from the planet's surface.
It exists. It is healthy.
We're going down, captain.
Then you will die.
Of course.
The good must transcend the evil.
friendliest people in the universe.
No! No, I was wrong! I submit.
You're holding my ship. I demand that you release it.
Help me!
An underground?
Are you of the Body?
Back to a simple time.
You will be absorbed.
But, Hacom.
He may have programmed you,
The infection is strong.
Excellent, Scotty.
Happiness is to all of us blessed by Landru.
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