the truth is, i'm a little green man from alpha centauri, a beautiful place. you ought to see it. i am going to lock you up for 200 years. that ought to be just about right. he's probably being held in security section. even if they've notified the authorities, it'll take a little time for someone to get there. quite logical, captain. can you give us the coordinates to beam down a landing party near those interrogation rooms? yes. but you're not going to get them i can't do that, captain. if something went wrong-- something's already gone wrong. of course, you could beam down anywhere inside that base, but it would take time to find him. mr. sulu, you and captain christopher will beam down with me. the captain will provide the coordinates for the transporter chief. shall i issue phasers? one for you, one for me. set them on heavy stun force. yes, sir. you don't trust me, spock. in fact, i do... energize. do they do that all the time? are you hungry? uh-huh. what would you like? chicken soup. just a minute, sir. hold it. [knock on door] see what that is, airman. don't you find that