Do you not recognise ...that a turning point has been reached in the affairs of the Federation?
SPOCK:
History is replete with turning points, Lieutenant.
You must have faith.
VALERIS:
Faith?
SPOCK:
That The Universe will unfold as it should.
VALERIS:
But is this logical? Surely we must...
SPOCK:
Logic, Logic, Logic...
Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.
...This will be my final voyage on board this vessel as a member of her crew.
Nature abhors a vacuum.
I intend you to replace me.
VALERIS:
I could only succeed you, sir.
*******
[Spock's quarters]
KIRK:
Spock?
SPOCK:
I prefer it dark.
KIRK:
Dining on ashes?
SPOCK:
You Were Right.
It was Arrogant Presumption on my part that got us into this situation.
You and the Doctor might have been killed.
KIRK:
The Night is Young.
You said it Your Self. It was logical.
Peace is worth a few personal risks.
...You're a great one for logic.
I'm a great one for rushing in Where Angels Fear to Tread.
We're both extremists.
Reality is... probably somewhere in between.
...I couldn't get past the death of my son.
SPOCK:
I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.
KIRK:
Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.
SPOCK:
Is it possible ...that We Two, You and I, have grown so old, and so inflexible
...that we have outlived our usefulness...?
...Would that constitute...
...a joke?
KIRK:
Don't crucify yourself. It wasn't your fault.
SPOCK:
I was responsible.
KIRK:
For no actions but your own
SPOCK:
That is not what you said at your trial.
KIRK:
That was as Captain of a ship. Human beings...
SPOCK:
But Captain, we both know that I am not human.
KIRK:
Spock, do you want to know something..?
...Everybody's human.
SPOCK:
I find that remark ...insulting.
KIRK:
Come on,I need you.
THE REBEL WARRIOR :
Don't tell me you're getting sentimental, Quark.
THE MAN OF BUSINESS :
Me? Not a chance. I just don't like change.
THE PROPHET:
You'd better get used to it.
Things are going to be pretty different around here now.
To the best crew any Captain ever had.
This may be the last time we're all together, but no matter what The Future holds, no matter how far we travel, a part of us, a very important part, will always remain here on Deep Space Nine.
Negative, sir. The subspace shockwave originated at bearing
three two three, mark seven five.
Location...
It's Praxis, sir. It's a
Klingon moon.
SULU:
Praxis is their key energy production facility.
...Send to Klingon
High Command :
'This is Excelsior, a Federation starship.
We have
monitored a large explosion in your sector.
Do you require assistance?'
RAND:
Aye sir.
SULU:
Mister Valtane, any more data?
VALTANE:
Yes sir. I have confirmed the location of Praxis, sir, but...
SULU:
What is it?
VALTANE:
I cannot confirm the existence of Praxis.
SULU:
On screen! ...Magnify!
COMPUTER VOICE:
Computer enhancement.
SULU:
Praxis?
VALTANE:
What's left of it, sir.
RAND:
Captain, I'm getting a message from Praxis.
SULU:
Let's have it.
KERLA (on viewscreen):
This is Brigadier Kerla, speaking for the High
Command.
There has been an incident on Praxis.
However everything is
under control.
We have no need for assistance.
Obey treaty stipulations
and remain outside the Neutral Zone.
This transmission ends, now.
SULU:
An incident?
RAND:
Do we report this, sir?
SULU:
Are you kidding?
AIDE-DE-CAMP:
This briefing is Classified.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the C-in-C.
C in C:
As you were.
I'll break this information down succinctly :
The
Klingon Empire has roughly fifty years of life left in it.
...For full
details, I am turning this briefing over to Federation Special Envoy.
SPOCK:
Good morning.
Two months ago a Federation starship monitored an
explosion on the Klingon moon Praxis.
We believe it was caused by
over-mining and insufficient safety precautions.
The moon's decimation
means a deadly pollution of their ozone.
They will have depleted their
supply of oxygen in approximately fifty Earth years.
Due to their
enormous military budget, the Klingon economy does not have the
resources to combat this catastrophe.
Last month, at the behest of the
Vulcan Ambassador I opened a dialogue with Gorkon, Chancellor of the
Klingon High Council.
He proposes to commence negotiations at once.
CARTWRIGHT:
Negotiations for, what..?
SPOCK:
The dismantling of our space stations and starbases along the
Neutral Zone,
an end to almost seventy years of unremitting hostility
with the Klingons,
which the Klingons, can no longer afford.
MILITARY AIDE:
Bill, are we talking about mothballing the Starfleet..?
C in C:
I'm sure that our exploration and scientific programs would be unaffected, Captain, but...
CARTWRIGHT:
I must protest.
To offer the Klingons a safe haven within
Federation space is suicide.
Klingons would become the alien trash of
the galaxy.
And if we dismantle the fleet, we'd be defenceless before an
aggressive species with a foothold on our territory.
The opportunity
here, is to bring them to their knees.
Then we'll be in a far better
position to dictate terms.
KIRK:
Sir!
C in C:
Captain Kirk?
KIRK:
The Klingons have never been trustworthy.
I'm forced to agree with Admiral Cartwright.
This is a terrifying idea.
SPOCK:
It is imperative that we act now to support the Gorkon
initiative, lest more conservative elements persuade his Empire that it
is better to attempt a military solution and die fighting.
In the indefinite future, the "Stalker" (Alexander Kaidanovsky) works in some unclear territory as a guide who leads people through the "Zone," an area in which the normal laws of reality do not apply.
The Zone contains a place called the "Room," said to grant the wishes of anyone who steps inside. The area containing the Zone is sealed off by the government and great hazards exist within it. At home with his wife and daughter, the Stalker's wife (Alisa Freindlich) begs him not to go into the Zone but he ignores her pleas. In a rundown bar, the Stalker meets his next clients for a trip into the Zone. The "Writer" (Anatoly Solonitsyn) and the "Professor" (Nikolai Grinko) agree to put their fates in the Stalker's hands. They remain nameless and the characters refer to one another by their professions.
They evade the military blockade that guards the Zone, surviving gunfire from the guards. They then ride into the heart of the Zone on a railway work car. The Stalker tells his clients they must do exactly as he says to survive the dangers which lie ahead and explains the Zone's dangers are invisible. The Stalker tests for traps by throwing metal nuts tied to strips of cloth ahead of them. The complicated path that they must take cannot be specifically seen nor heard but can only be sensed. The shortest path is never the straight path.
The Writer is skeptical of any real danger, but the Professor generally follows the Stalker's advice. As they travel, the three men discuss their reasons for wanting to visit the Room. The Writer expresses his fear of losing his inspiration. He appears angry and stressed. The Professor seems less anxious, though he insists on carrying along a small backpack, its contents unknown. While the Professor's desires are not clear, he reluctantly gives in to repeated pleas from the Writer and admits he hopes to win a Nobel Prize for a scientific analysis of the Zone. The Stalker insists he has no motive beyond the altruistic aim of aiding the desperate. At times, he refers to a previous Stalker named "Porcupine," who had led his brother to his death in the Zone, visited the Room, come into possession of a large sum of money, and then hanged himself, completely contradicting what the Room is supposed to supply.
While the Room appears to fulfill a visitor's wishes, these might not be consciously expressed wishes but unconscious desires. In addition it appears that the Zone itself has a kind of sentience. When the Writer later confronts the Stalker about his knowledge of the Zone and the Room, the Stalker replies that his information came from the now deceased Porcupine. After traveling through tunnels the three reach their destination. They determine that their goal lies inside a decayed and decrepit industrial building. In a small antechamber, a phone begins to ring. The Writer answers and cryptically speaks into the phone, stating "this is not the clinic," before hanging up. The surprised Professor decides to use the phone to telephone a colleague. In the ensuing conversation, he reveals his true intentions in undertaking the journey. The Professor has brought a nuclear device with him, and he intends to destroy the Room to prevent its use by evil men.
The three then fight verbally and physically in a larger antechamber just outside the Room. The fight ends in a draw with all three of them exhausted. As they catch their breath, the Writer experiences an epiphany about the Room's true nature. He argues that when Porcupine met his goal, despite his conscious motives, the room fulfilled Porcupine's secret desire for wealth, instead of bringing back his brother from death. This in turn prompted Porcupine to commit suicide. The Writer further reasons the Room is dangerous to those who seek it for negative reasons. With his earlier fears assuaged, the Professor gives up on his plan of destroying the Room. Instead, he disassembles his bomb and scatters its pieces. The men rest before the doorway and never enter the Room. Rain begins to fall into the Room through its ruined ceiling, then gradually fades away.
The Stalker, the Writer, and the Professor are shown back in the bar, and are met there by the Stalker's wife and daughter. A black dog that had followed the three men through the Zone is in the bar with them. When his wife asks where he got the dog, Stalker declares that it just came to him, and he remarks that he felt unable to leave it behind.
Later, when the Stalker's wife tells him that she would like to visit the Room herself, he expresses doubts about the Zone. He states that he fears her dreams will not be fulfilled. As the Stalker sleeps, his wife contemplates their relationship in a monologue delivered directly to the camera. She declares that she knew perfectly well that life with him would be hard, since he would be unreliable and their children would face challenges, but she concludes that she is better off with him despite their many trials. "Monkey," the couple's daughter, sitting alone in the kitchen, recites a love poem by Fyodor Tyutchev.
Monkey holds the large book and lays her head on a table. She then appears to use psychokinesis to push three drinking glasses across it, one after the other moving across the table, the third one falling to the floor. A train passes by where the Stalker's family lives, and the entire apartment shakes. As the noise of the train begin to subside, the film ends.
You made your examination under conditions which we cannot trust.
We judge reality by the response of our senses.
Once we are convinced of the reality of a given situation, we abide by its rules.
Certain Freezers - Poltergeists, Stigmata and Constructionism
" The only way he could do it is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the way home... namely, yours.
Then he could jettison the bodies
and make up any story he liked. "
Stigmata are nearly always anatomically incorrect, but iconically accurate - they closely match the wound locations on the crucifixes, statuary and icons in the stigmatics own church.
KIRK:
Spock, you've got something?
SPOCK:
A fact, Captain. Physical laws simply cannot be ignored. Existence cannot be without them.
MCCOY:
What do you mean, Spock?
SPOCK:
I mean, Doctor, that we are faced with a staggering contradiction.
The tranquilliser you created should have been effective.
KIRK:
It would've been effective anywhere else.
SPOCK:
Exactly. Doctor, in your opinion, what killed Mister Chekov?
MCCOY:
A piece of lead in his body.
SPOCK:
Wrong. His mind killed him.
MCCOY:
Come on, Spock. If you've got the answer, tell us.
SPOCK:
Physical reality is consistent with universal laws.
Where the laws do not operate, there is no reality.
All of this is unreal.
MCCOY:
What do you mean unreal?
I examined Chekov. He's dead.
SPOCK:
But you made your examination under conditions which we cannot trust.
We judge reality by the response of our senses.
Once we are convinced of the reality of a given situation, we abide by its rules.
We judged the bullets to be solid, the guns to be real, therefore they can kill.
KIRK:
Chekov is dead because he believed the bullets would kill him.
SPOCK:
He may indeed be dead.
We do not know.
KIRK:
But we do know that the Melkotians created the situation.
If we do not allow ourselves to believe that the bullets are real, they cannot kill us.
SPOCK:
Exactly.
I know the bullets are unreal, therefore they cannot harm me.
KIRK:
We must all be as certain as you are, Mister Spock, to save our lives.
