Situation room. Kirk logs that they've sat around, drank coffee, fiddled with little plastic disks, and found nothing out for the past eighteen hours. Spock thinks it's either a marker or a trap. "And you don't recommend sticking around?" Kirk leads. "Negative. It would make us appear too weak," Spock opines. Kirk announces, "It's time for action, gentlemen!" Uh, and Uhura! As Kirk says his name, Beetle literally jumps the gun and phones up the phaser gun crew. "Countermand. I'll select what kind of action, Mr. Bailey," Kirk overrules. Beetle apologizes and tries to explain. "Are you explaining, Mr. Bailey?" Kirk interrupts. "I haven't requested an explanation. Now, as I was about to say, Navigator, plot us a spiral course away from the cube." Everyone picks up their coffees and stacks of squares and leaves. Sulu gives some directions to the helm.
Bridge. The ship tries to pull away from the cube, but unfortunately, with every move they make, the cube is watching them. Spock shouts about increasing radiation. They continue their pull-out method. The cube continues to dog their trail. Spock shouts about increasing radiation. This cycle continues for a bit. My, but does Nichelle Nichols have gorgeous eyes or what? Beetle shouts out some reports and shields his eyes from the cube's increasing Technicolor. Kirk gives Beetle a steady, appraising look before giving more pull-out orders. See that? Right there -- so much depth of character between the two actors, so subtle, yet so powerful! As Spock shouts that the radiation levels are now at lethal levels, Kirk remains perfectly calm. Finally, Kirk orders the phasers at the ready. More rising action. More Technicolor. More evidence of Beetle (but not Continuity) wetting his pants. Kirk orders the phasers locked on target. Beetle doesn't respond. Kirk gives the order again. Beetle responds. Kirk orders the phasers fired. The phasers are fired, the cube explodes, and all over the ship people fall down in hallways. The bridge crew is also a bit out of sorts. That is, except for Kirk, who stays slouched in his chair, needing only a beer and his Voyage Home gut to complete the dissipated picture.
Kirk logs that the cube is destroyed, and as he paces about the Bridge, his hand to his head, his log wonders if he should give orders to turn back or to continue on. Looking through his viewfinder, Spock reports no action around them. Kirk wants him to speculate what would happen if they kept heading up-river. "'Speculate'? No. Logically, we'll discover the intelligence which sent out the cube," Spock orates, a Uhura-brand listening device sticking out of his ear. They discuss what kind of intelligence they will come across. "And if you're asking the logical decision to make --" Spock begins. Kirk holds up his hands: "No, I'm not. The mission of the Enteprise is to seek out and contact alien life." "Has it occurred to you that there's a certain...inefficiency in constantly questioning me on things you've already made up your mind about?" Spock wonders. Hee. Kirk smiles that it gives him emotional security. Spock raises his eyebrows and almost smiles with his Max Factorily made-up eyes. We can see some crews repairing Beetle's console, while Kirk nags him for being "sluggish" and slow to lock in the phasers. Bones walks onto the Bridge in time to hear all of this. Kirk pinches the bridge of his nose and orders Beetle and Sulu to go through a series of exercises until they are proficient. "Your timing is lousy, Jim," Bones mutters to him as he follows Kirk onto the turbolift. Bones starts to say something, but Kirk interrupts him as he tells the turbolift, "Captain's quarters." What -- no deck number? It just drops him off at his door? No wonder he gets so many women; I'll bet he pre-programs the turbolift to dump the chosen women directly on his welcome mat. That's door-to-door service: "Delivery in thirty minutes or less or your next orgasm is free!"