Scotty's Death

(Nomad retracts its antenna and takes the most direct path to Uhura, who is leaning against the navigation station. Sulu has to move out of its way.) UHURA: Tomorrow the path along the way, There's where my love NOMAD: What is the meaning? UHURA: What? NOMAD: What form of communication? UHURA: I don't know what it. (realises) Oh, my singing. I was singing. NOMAD: For what purpose is singing? UHURA: I don't know. I like to sing. I felt like music. NOMAD: What is music? (a ray of light envelopes her head) Think about music. SCOTT: Lieutenant! Keep away from that KIRK: Scotty! (A blast of energy sends Scott flying backwards into a bulkhead.) KIRK: Bones. MCCOY: He's dead, Jim.