Spock: It calls itself a Horta.
Kirk: A Horta?
(mysterious music)
-: What is Spock doing?
-: It's wounded. Badly.
You've got to help it.
-: Help that?
That thing is virtually made out of stone.
I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer.
-: You're a healer. There's a patient.
That's an order.
Mr. Spock.
Tell it we're trying to help.
The mechanism...
as the Horta: "It is the end of life.
"Eternity stops.
"Go out into the tunnel."
(medical tricorder humming)
"To the Chamber of the Ages.
"Walk carefully...
"...in the Vault of Tomorrow...
(Spock crying)
"Sorrow...
"...for the murdered children."
(dramatic music)