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Sonja. You are suffering, Sonja... but vengeance shall be yours. Vengeance on Queen Gedren... who wanted you for herself. Your disgust was clear. And so it was that Gedren ordered your family murdered... your body violated by her soldiers. But in your quest for justice and vengeance... you will need great strength... for your sword arm must have no equal. I give you that strength. Varna, where is the Lord of Hyrkania? He has not come, Highness. He should be here for the destruction of the talisman. But we cannot delay. We will proceed without him. O God of the high Gods... behold the talisman with which you created the world and all things. O God of Gods... it has become too powerful for us... and we must destroy it before it destroys the world. Forgive us now as we send it out of the light... from which it draws its power... into eternal darkness. Forgive us. Come on. So this can make worlds... or shatter them by storm and earthquake. Have it lifted out. Lift it out! Touch it. So it is true. Only women may touch it. The cover. Take it out. Great queen, what shall we do with the prisoners? - No! - No! Come. Horses. The talisman's stolen. Must destroy the talisman. We must find my sister. Take me. I know where she is. Please. Magnificent. You have nothing more to learn, Sonja. You are the master of the master. Never have I seen your equal. You must learn to like men a little better. They are not all evil. We must judge by our own experience, Grand Master. I know. But in life, all is not swordplay. Hatred of men in a lovely young woman... it could be your downfall. I don't hate all men, Grand Master. That would have been music to my ears 30 years ago. Come. A great swordsman must have a great sword. Choose. A gift from the Grand Master. Sonja. What is it, Red Sonja? I'm looking for Red Sonja. - I am Sonja. - Your sister's dying. I'll take you to her. Varna. Thank God. I've lived long enough. The talisman's stolen. All the priests massacred. - We fought... - Rest, Varna. Later we can talk. There's no time. Listen. The talisman has terrible power... which grows in the light. In 13 days it could destroy the world... by storm and earthquake. You must destroy the talisman, Sonja. Send it into darkness. Swear that you will. I swear. Who took it? I don't know. There was a woman with a gold mask. Soldiers. Where did they take it? North? South? She's dead. And the living have work to do. Her work, my work, is no concern of yours. - Who are you, anyway? - My name is Kalidor. I befriended your sister, remember? I'm a friend of yours, too. I thank you for what you did for my sister. You will be rewarded. I'm no mercenary. Nobody pays me. If I think somebody owes me something, I take it. Someone is using the talisman. - What place is that? - Hablok. It's a great city. Where are you going? Hablok. Wait. I'll come with you. Why should you? It's no business of yours. And neither am I. You may be wrong on both counts. I know you're a ave girl, but danger is my trade. Then I'll learn it by myself. Don't make me angry, Kalidor. I don't need any man's help. Don't shake it, fool. Hold it steady! Can you do nothing right? Still, you great idiot. I'm trying, Your Highness. Clumsy oaf. Stupid, dumb, useless, selfish beast! Quickly, come. Come to me. Don't give me orders, slave. I'll have you hung by the heels. Anyway, it's too slippery. Do you want me to fall in that boiling mud? You numskull. I'll try to swing it around. Now. - Hold still, boy. - Boy? Steady, Your Majesty. Steady. Jump off. Jump. What about me? Get back here and stop playing the fool. I hear and obey, master of the world. I'm coming. Lucky for you that this person came along. Reward her, and tell her who I am. His Royal Highness, the Prince Tarn, Great Lord of Hablok... keeper of the spotless throne... great elephant who fertilizes the world with his... I've told you not to say that. Do it again, and I'll have you impaled. Well, reward her, fool. From the look of your kingdom, Prince, you need this more than I do. Did she address me? What happened? Queen Gedren attacked us is what happened. Gedren? Queen Gedren? That's right. She knocked down half the city with her new weapon and demanded our surrender. My army ran away. Do they want to live forever? I refused to surrender. So she knocked down the other half. Falkon, since everyone is dead or run away... you shall escort me to the mountains tomorrow. I shall raise a new army... and crush this upstart Gedren underfoot. Where can I find her, this Queen Gedren? In Burkubane, the land of eternal night. How do I get there? There's a long scenic way, and there's the short way through Brytag's toll road. I'll take Brytag's toll road. Which way is that? Straight north from here. You can't miss it. But it's worth a try. Ask the woman if she wishes to join my army. We'll probably need a cook. Your Highness is too kind, but I travel alone. Dismiss the woman, Falkon. I shall dine in an hour. May I give you a word of advice? Put him over your knee and beat some manners into him. You wouldn't happen to have a tablecloth, would you? Brytag, come down and open the gate. Not so fast, redhead. I'm up here where I can get a better look at you. I have no time to waste, Brytag. I have plenty. Come up, I say. - Come here, wench. - Why should I? Because I am Brytag. This is my land. All that pass through pay me tribute. - How much, Brytag? - Who mentioned money? Tribute, I said. The tender kind all women pay to Brytag. Suppose I don't. Suppose, instead, I open up that great fat belly of yours. You hear that? She's going to open up my great... Woman, I have fought 177 men. Only one survives, and he has got no legs. You dare to mock at Brytag? That takes no daring. But when I've killed you, will your warriors let me go unharmed? When you've killed me? When this wench has killed me, you will let her go unharmed, won't you? Aye. See? So, wench. I'm gonna feed your eyes to the birds, red hair. I don't need eyes to find you. I can smell you at a hundred paces. I will tell the future in your entrails, red woman. I know my future. You have none. Hold on, Sonja. Sonja, come on. Look out! This way. Follow me! - Get away. Go! - What about you? I can hold them. Go! Hurry! Stop them! Release me, ruffian! Release me, I say! - Tell us where it is. - I'll have your head for this! Don't be shy. The gold, boy. Where's the gold? There is no gold, ruffian. I tell you, I have no gold! You have fine raiment, boy, almost as resplendent as mine. And you expect me to believe you're penniless? I'll have you know, villain, I am Prince Tarn of Hablok. My subjects will see to your punishment for this. And a grievous punishment it will be, impertinent oaf! Your subjects? My kingdom is greater than yours. And I have but four. Pull him! - Are you all right, your sovereign Majesty? - Yes, clumsy oaf. Why did you leave him? We needed food. I went hunting. You could have taken him with you. Tell her, Falkon, that I don't care for hunting. He doesn't care for hunting. Treasure to the vaults, prisoners to the dungeons. Take the talisman back to the Chamber of Lights. Very well, my queen. Perhaps fewer candles... would be advisable, Your Majesty. Why? The stronger the light, the greater the power of the talisman grows. I want more light here, not less. But it is dangerously powerful already, great queen. - Look what it did to Hablok. - Yes. Very satisfying. But I want its full power when we march against Toktyl, Ikol. Its full power. - It will be beyond our control, Majesty. - Majesty! Enemies are approaching the outer empire. It's the Prince of Hablok, Your Majesty... with his army. Insects. That girl. So she escaped the fire. How fortunate. Ikol, I want her alive without so much as a scratch on her skin. Shall I send out a small ambush party? No. We'll wait till they get a little closer. Burkubane, the land of perpetual night. Falkon, proclaim my arrival... and the defiance of Queen Gedren. Sound your trumpet. Keep quiet... at least till we find a way across. Princes do not sneak in on their enemies like thieves. You don't know much about princes, do you? You wait here with the horses. I want to test this idge first. Or whatever it is. It looks safe enough. We'll lead the horses across. Now hear me, Gedren! It is I, Prince Tarn of Hablok... to revenge myself on the tyrant of Burkubane. Be quiet, you arrogant, ungrateful pup. How dare you, woman? I'll show you how I dare. This should have been done long ago. No. If you must hit someone, then hit me. You're not worth the effort, boy. Boy? Yes, boy. You'll never be anything else... till you learn gratitude and self-sacrifice, like Falkon. He's a real man. She didn't mean it, my prince. She doesn't know your fine qualities. Take that, ruffian. Take that, you ruffian. Practicing, Highness? I thought princes did everything so well, they wouldn't need to. I was disarmed by those ruffians the other day. I noticed. So? It needn't be fatal. I am disarmed. Kill me. Come on. Come on! You're meant to be using your sword. Remember? Simple, isn't it? But it's not in the rule book. You see, fencing and fighting are two different things. You need to learn them both. Will you teach me to fence and to fight? If you please? Spoken like a prince. You were disarmed because you hold the hilt too tight. Grip gently. See? Gently. I see. Like this? Your Highness learns fast. I think we'll continue your fencing lessons another time. We've an early start. You are very beautiful. When I am king of Hablok, I shall have you at my court. You will? My, the honor. I may even make you my queen. But I'm still young. We shall have to see. They will reach the Ithian Cavern tomorrow. We must force them to take shelter there. The killing machine will do the rest. Yes. They'll make fine fish food. But not the girl. I want that beauty here with me. See to it that she is spared. I'll do my best, my queen. The machine is difficult to control. One cannot guarantee that something will not go wrong. If it does, you will be its next victim. The talisman, Ikol. We need a storm. A little one. We should be out in the storm. Why? This is shelter, isn't it? I haven't got time to shelter. I've four days left to find the talisman. Besides, something drove us in here... every bit of the way. I noticed it, but I'm not complaining. Where's Tarn? He promised not to wander. Dry off, I'll go find him. Look at this. It must be the biggest in the world. Could be fake. There's a lot of bad stuff around. This pearl can rebuild Hablok... fill its treasury, buy me an army. Dig it out! Your Highness, it may belong to somebody. It does, and he wants it now! Yeah. Use your dagger, fool! What are you doing? Falkon, Highness, look at the water! Come on. Put your back into it. It won't budge. Maybe it wasn't meant to come out. The water is rising. You must get out of here. - This way! Make for the stairs! - Come, my prince! - Get out of the water! - Yes. Climb up here, my prince. Tarn! I'm coming, my prince! Let go! Where is she? I can't kill it! It's a machine! Sonja, we have to blind it! It's our only chance! Falkon, get out! It can't see! There. Keep it covered. Why have you been following me? To see that you reach the talisman safely. Why? I have to be sure that the talisman is destroyed. Centuries ago, the high lords of Arcadia... had entrusted the talisman to the priestesses... because only women may touch it. But to guard it, or to destroy it if need be... is still the duty of the High Lord. You? The High Lord? I was coming to the temple to see the talisman destroyed... when I found your sister dying... and learnt that the talisman had been stolen. So she guided me to you. Why didn't you tell me who you were? You didn't seem to want a man's help. But you needed it, so that's why I followed you. I had to be sure you reached the talisman. I see. I misunderstood. I thought you had another reason. I did. No. I'm under a vow. No man may have me unless he has beaten me in a fair fight. So the only man that can have you is one who has tried to kill you. That's logic. If you yield only to a conqueror, then prepare to be conquered. Don't be a fool. I don't want to kill you. Try it. Come on. Keep it down over there. We're trying to sleep. Are you all right? Yes, Prince. We were just practicing. Then let me down! Thank you. Why does she fight so hard? She doesn't want to win. Gedren's army. Another kingdom enslaved. The talisman! We must find a way in. We'll have to climb. Three of us should go in. Who'll stand guard this doorway, the post of danger? - Falkon? - Me? Here? I don't know what's coming out that door. No, I am going up. Coward! I'll take my chances in there. And I have to go in. I'll stay. Take care, Your Highness. Thank you. Tomorrow, I start my diet. Majesty, the talisman is almost beyond control. We must bury it in the dark before it is too late! It'll be buried when I have no further use for it, and that time is not yet. But it will kill us all! O God, Majesty, what do you want? Our vaults are imming with gold. Great states live in terror of us! - What more is there? - The world, Ikol! Today we took another piece of the city of Toktyl. But I have wider claims and the talisman will enforce them! Madness. There will be no world. There will be no world. We must find the talisman. Only I can touch it, remember. You take that way, I'll go the other way. Falkon, you take the center. How's the food around here? Who are you? - Look for the talisman. - Yeah. Right. - Ikol, Gedren's black spider. - You. Yes. Prince Tarn of The city you blasted with your filthy sorcery. So the royal at hasn't learnt his lesson. Out of my way, child. So that you can desert, like the thief you are? With my gold? Hablok's gold? Now that was unmannerly of Your Highness... and rude little boys need correction... if they're going to grow up into... I'm afraid Your Highness' growth is going to be stunted permanently. Now, yield, Black Spider. Where's Queen Gedren? She's gone. I'm so glad that you've come. Please, will you protect me? I'm so frightened. Gedren! Where are you? So the Prince of Hablok honors us with his presence unwisely. How many are with you? Tell me! How many are with you? - How many? - Enough, Gedren! Get back, or Hablok will need an heir to the throne. And your own throne, Gedren. Unless the talisman goes into the dark, your whole kingdom will... Prince, get Kalidor and Falkon. There's a way behind the throne. The talisman, Gedren. Quickly! You are a fool. We could have ruled the world together. Now I shall rule alone, and you will die for what you did to me. What I did? You slaughtered my parents like cattle. My other, my sister! Vermin! What were their lives compared to this? You are mad! The talisman will destroy you. Up here, Sonja. Up here. Kalidor, Falkon, this way! Hurry! Down this hallway! Sonja. Over here. Falkon, help. Prince Tarn, come back. I am here, Gedren. Death to all tyrants. Sonja, help me! I'm trapped! Sonja! Behind you! I can't get through. Falkon, pull her through. I'll hold the gate. Follow me. This is the way out. How do you know, Highness? Because this is the way I came in, you clown. Here's the way through. Go. Quickly! The door doesn't move. How does it open? I know. Leave it to me. No! Come back, Prince! He's done it. We can't leave him. Wait here, my prince. Don't go away. Save yourselves! Run for it! You, too, Falkon, you great, clumsy oaf! Run! Run for it! I'm not leaving here without you, my prince. Give me your hand. Reach. I'll get you out. Hablok is over there. When it's rebuilt, you must come to visit us. I'm sure to need a queen someday. You'll find one. Whoever she is, Prince, choose carefully. I make it a rule never to take a woman unless she can beat me in a fair fight. That's a challenge I might think about someday. What about right now? Why not? Come along, Falkon. Come on.
Out of the land of Egypt have come many tales of ancient times. During the centuries that have passed, the spinning wheel of the ages has mingled truth with fantasy. Until it is hard to say where truth leaves off and fantasy begins. Yet, all of these stories might have happened, for they tell of people whose ambitions and hates and loves were no different than our own. We tell the story of a girl, Naila, who was a queen and lived in the royal city of Khemmis on the banks of the River Nile. Why is everyone running toward the wine shop? I think they have a new dancing girl. Well, come on, Bedai, let's watch her! No, no, no. Such distractions are not good for a man. Especially, when he has a wife who's three times his own size. Bedai, how is it that you, of all people, are not gazing on the lovely female down at the wine shop? I have no more interest in women. They only cause me misery. - Bedai! - Yes, my love. Watch the shop! I'm going to rest for a while. Who's the new dancer? Some desert girl, I suppose. A moment ago, she wasn't here. And suddenly, she was out there dancing. I told you I could do it. I danced in a public place without being recognized. What if it ever becomes known? I took your dare and I won. Five pieces of gold you owe me, Her it a. The royal chariot has been sighted. My father returns so soon? Yes, and alone. Alone? Come back with my horse, you thief! Gold! The Scarlet Banner of Herua. And nothing can be done about the escaped slave who murdered my father? Herua is no ordinary slave. He is the leader of a band of escaped slaves. Every one of them is desperate as he is. They roam the deserts attacking caravans and slave markets. That's why your father went to meet him. To offer tribute and protect his subjects. Why must we offer tribute to a man like that? What do we have an army for? As well direct the army to attack moonlight. Herua strikes and is gone. What about our spies? We have sent many. None have returned. I don't understand it. All the power and wealth of Khemmis cannot overcome a small band of slaves? But you're very young, Your Majesty. It isn't easy to understand affairs of this sort. Our chance will come. Herua will make one move too daring. Stop them. The noise is disturbing Her Majesty. No, I will appear before them. Queen! We want the queen! We want the queen! Queen! We want the queen! Queen! We want the queen! Bring the murderer to justice. Revenge for our ruler's death. You heard the voices of my people. They ask revenge for my father's death. We must listen to them. But, Your Majesty, there is no need to charge yourself with heavy and painful duties. You are young and very beautiful. Continue to seek your pleasures. You planned a journey to the horse fair at Naharina. Why not go, enjoy yourself? You were my father's counsellor, so you will be to me, but it is I who will rule. Which will be as you say. I will go to the horse fair at Naharina, but not to enjoy myself. To the fair come nomads and horse dealers from all corners of the land. Wouldn't that be the place to look for Herua and his band? Their very lives depend on speed and wealth of their horses. Ah, but, Your Majesty, don't underestimate your enemies. As soon as you appear with your entourage, they will make themselves scarce. It is you who underestimate me. I will go alone, not as queen, but as a village traveler. Thus, I may go amongst those men of the desert unknown to them. I bow to your wisdom. I erred in thinking you are a young girl unskilled in statecraft. Bata. This is the slave dealer. His price will be the money he receives for her. Setna has explained everything? It will be easily done, My Lord. The girl has a beauty that will delight the buyers in the slave market. I have set you a task, I don't wish to know how you accomplish it. Release me, or you will regret the evil day you were born. Brand her. Start 'em moving. We'll leave. Chain them together. Maatet, look. You are the slaver, Maatet? I have here the most beautiful of all slave girls. Why, this is a fresh and. I don't know where this girl came from... And her name? Slave girls have no names, only a price. - A price? - 100 pieces of gold. I wouldn't pay a hundred pieces of gold for any slave. But this slave will ing much more in the markets where you trade. No, a hundred's too much. Too many of them die on the way. - Fifty. - Here is no ordinary slave. She is a treasure worthy of a pharaoh's palace. I'll even include her stallion. Surely this is a fabulous combination. It's well worth a hundred pieces of gold. A hundred it shall be. The stallion is too fast for us. Oh, treasure of our heart, forgive us for parting with you. It is only because we love you, friend Khafra, that we even think of such a trade. You dare offer this half-dead old mongrel for my beautiful beast? Of course not. We offer our noble horse, Tahuti, for your oken-down stallion, but only if you include your filthy tent. That is the most ridiculous offer I've ever received. Out of my way with this dying goat of yours. Who is this sand flea who calls me a dying goat? I did. Did I or did I not hear that animal speak? Certainly you heard me speak. Oh, don't mind what he says. He... he's a very foolish horse. A talking horse? A talking man. Oh! B... b... b... but this is magic. I... I... I've heard of such things, but I... I never believed them till now. Well, come along, Nebka. Goodbye, Khafra. Oh, wait, wait. I will give you my dumb, stupid horse. I will give you the tent. Everything! Only, I must own this talking horse. - Then he is yours. - Ah! Say something to me, oh, my beloved. Let us leave these cutthroats before they change their minds. You throw your voice so well, I'm beginning to believe in talking horses myself. This beast has no prize, but he is sounder than old Tahuti. Come, let's ready ourselves. What eyes. What muscles! What legs. Ooh. What a beautiful mouth. Nebka, ing water. She lives. Why worry about a woman? Look at this horse! Wet a cloth for her ow. Fill a cup of her lips. Uh, the most beautiful animal I've ever seen. Who are you? Two humble travelers on our way to the horse fair at Naharina. I, too, am journeying there. Take me with you and... you will be greatly rewarded. Rewarded? By a slave girl? Let's turn her over to the slavers before we get in trouble. Once when we starved in a dirty prison cell... Yeah, I know, just for borrowin' a few horses. But I had a dream, I was a prince. I... I had food and wine and palaces and... and beautiful slave girls. Yeah, I know. One meets such nice people in one's dreams. Well, dream all you like, but don't risk our lives because you fancy a slave girl. Yes, I... I guess it would be foolish. Quickly! Quickly into the grove! And take the stallion. She makes a sound, we die. You there, we seek an escaped slave girl who rides a golden stallion. Have you seen her? Maybe this will make you talk! Have you seen her? She must have gone another way. These dumb ones have no reason to lie. - What did you get? - His dagger. - What about you? - His purse. - Where was that? Oh. - On the other side. I am grateful. Let's leave her here and take the horse. There are races for rich prizes at the horse fair. If you will take me, I could ride my stallion and win much gold for you. We don't need her. I can ride that stallion. No... Steady, old boy! Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy now. Take it easy. Steady, old boy. Steady. Whoa! Nice, pretty, old boy. Nice boy. An unruly horse and a dangerous woman. Only evil can come of this. Take me to Naharina with you. I go there to find Herua, the leader of escaped slaves. Herua? You'll lose your heads if you get mixed up with him. No. It will be worth your while to protect me. I will win races for you. Your purse will be full. You can't spend gold from the gallows. Here is a fine horse and a slave girl to ride him for us. We will disguise her and take her with us. Very well. We were born to hang, we might as well do it together. It is a small risk... for so great a prize. I'll get the horse. - There she is. - Be quiet. Let it not be known. Fifty pieces of gold on the black mare. Who'll bet 50 pieces of gold? Fifty gold pieces, done. - Well, how will... - Shh! Here is my wager. Let me see yours. What? Don't you trust me? We're the owners of the golden stallion. I trust the horse, not you. I'll wager my gold, but if you lose, I'll take the stallion. I should have drawn my dagger for that insult. Ahem. I too noticed he had the wrist of an expert swordsman. He sure do... Hey, where are you gonna get fifty pieces of gold now, when? You must be a magician, I couldn't find one. There's one more. Where is the black mare? You are to race around those pylons and finish at the same line. Look at the two in front. These desert horses run like the wind. I didn't come here to watch a race. Look about you. Maybe she came here to search for Herua. She said she would. Hey, what if she... I mean, he keeps on going? We'll lose the race and have no horse to pay the wager. They'll hang us. That's what they'll do. - Look! - Yes! The stallion's ahead. We're winning. - Come on! - Come on! - Come on! - Faster! - Look at our horse fly. - Come on! The prize is ours. Twenty pieces of gold. And the wager too, fifty pieces of gold. - Yeah! - Come on! Thank you. Whoo-hoo! Look, the golden stallion. Yes, and ridden by a nomad. I have seen the Princess Naila ride her stallion too often to be fooled by that. Kamore, I love you. - I said I would win. - You were wonderful. - May I speak to you? - Who, me? - Do you own the stallion? - Well, all of us. Him, him, and me. I'll offer you any three of my horses for your stallion. Three horses? I've never ridden against a better animal. Perhaps you'd be willing to offer money? There's nothing as fascinating as the tinkle of gold pieces. The stallion is not for sale. Come, follow me. But we can get three horses with the... Well, three horses for... We have purchased all the horses that we need. I will join you in a moment. I've seen something here which intrigues me. Seventy pieces of gold. This slave girl is worth more to us than a queen. There will be other races tomorrow with richer prizes for the winner. Then tonight... let us spend what we've won today, the three of us. I have more important things to do. You mean, finding Herua? But how can you, when no one knows what he looks like? It is one thing to salute a superior animal... it is another to find that a woman has beaten me. You lost fairly. What more do you ask? Only to feast my eyes upon your... slave girl. I've heard there was a girl of your description that escaped recently from the slaver, Maatet. Oh, I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! We're trapped! - What is it you wish? - I will not betray her. On the contrary, I offer safety. A place in the desert where no slavers could follow. See how close we are to discovery, to torture, to slow execution? Oh, please, Merab. Uh... uh, perhaps you would be willing to offer a few pieces of gold for this girl? - How many? - Well, I don't know. Let's make a deal... If I had no money to purchase food, if I like clothing to shield my skin from the sun, still I would not sell her. - A hundred pieces of gold? - Oh, please, Merab. I'll buy you an entire harem. Only let us sell this one dangerous female, please. What can you offer for the feeling of joy when I look at her? What price for the exultation in my heart when she smiles? When she is near, I am a king. No, not you, not to her, but to myself. Please, Merab, he offers gold. His words stem from this... this exquisite inspiration. And I understand. Our paths may not cross again but I will always remember. Would you've wished to have gone with him? - I am content. - Well, I'm frightened. In here. - This girl's an escaped slave. - We didn't know. We bought her in good faith. Help! Help! Merab! Merab, I'm trapped! Merab, get me out of here! Oh, Merab! Ow! Merab! Ow! Ooh! Ow! I knew we should never have gotten messed up with that girl. Ow! Alright, take them both! Your Excellency, she demands to be taken to the palace of Khemmis. She says the lord counsellor will punish us all. The slave's insolent. According to the law of the land, escaped slaves and criminals who harbor them shall be torn apart by wild horses. Let it be thus. Well, here we are. It was bound to happen. I'm sorry we could not protect you. I had no right to entangle your fortunes with mine. I am to blame. No, no, I demanded it. If there is any blame, it is mine. You two share the blame and I share the wild horses. Take the fat one first. Oh, no, I'm not proud! I'll gladly go last. Honest, now, well, I don't wanna go first. Come on. Alright, ing him around here. Tie him tight, men. Rest if you can. You will be safe soon. My people will try to make you forget what has happened. I will never forget. Nor will I forget that it was you who saved me. That you're safe is reward enough. Uba will meet us close by with our horses. You have arranged for everything. When one guards a treasure, he leaves nothing to chance. What of the others? All safe. We escaped with ease. We ride much faster for our lives than they for their pay. What of my friends, Merab and Nebka? They await you at our village. Welcome, welcome. Praise the Gods for your safety. God for good. - All is well? - Yes, we're in good hands. Take this girl, let her be clothed and refreshed, and then ing her to me. I begin to wonder if he saved her for me or himself. If he'd only keep her, I'd eathe freely again. I... I wish I had words to describe your loveliness. Do not think me ungrateful, but may I ask you a question? Please do. This morning, we were strangers. Yet, this afternoon, you risked your life and that of your men to save me. Why? The sight of you now assures me that I made no mistake. I am a slave girl, there are many such who could be purchased at no risk. You think it's strange that I interfered with your execution? Perhaps you think that one slave owner takes you from another? - Such is the custom. - There are other reasons, too. But they all vanish from my mind and... only your beauty remains. I, I cannot look at you without... wanting desperately to press my lips to yours. Are you talking to your slave? No, you are talking to your slave. I have often heard the songs of the desert, but they have never been so beautiful. I do not think I shall mind my bondage. You are not in bondage. No one is a slave here. We all were once. Have you ever heard of Herua? Indeed I have. I am Herua. And I have vowed to free all slaves, wherever they may be. My men and I have pledged to fight as long as there are those who crush others beneath them. You tremble. Are you frightened because I am Herua? It is said that you do not hesitate to murder. I was born a slave. It was not meant for men to be born so. Oh, were slaves born to be murderers? Yes, I have killed when I had to, so others could live to be free. And this is your stronghold of the slaves? Yes, the slavers and the armies would like to find it, but it is like finding a flea in a herd of camels. And what if they should happen on it by chance? They have so many men. We have poised great dams of stones at the rim of the plateau. A few men could cut the thongs and start them down. The strongest armies are no match for an avalanche. But this is not the night to speak of unpleasant things. I can't give no thought to such dreams that are made of moonlight while slaves die in chains. - What would you do? - I could be useful. More useful that you realize. Once I lived in the palace of Khemmis. I was a... dancing girl. I could return there. Wouldn't not be helpful for you to know the plans of the slavers' caravans? A spy in the palace of the queen? Oh, it is a chance given to us by the Gods. If you could come back to me with that information... They would suspect me if I left the city. Then I could send a man to meet you within the city. Would you send another to enjoy the moments we might spend together? I will come myself at the first night of the next full moon. Then meet me at the shop of Mestet, the wine merchant. - When will you leave? - At dawn. My two friends will accompany me. One day, perhaps, these evil hours may be ended and then we can stand together as man and woman. You will not forget this meeting with the slave girl? As well ask me if I will forget my heart. Are you certain we'd be permitted to enter the palace? They had us once. You know what will happen if they catch us again. I would not ing you here were I not certain of our safety. My Lord, the queen returns. - With the Heruan army? - No, alone. With two strange looking men. It appears they remember you even at that. Hey, let's go around the back. Why, there is no use antagonizing them. There will be no trouble. Oh, from the moment we found her, we've had nothing but trouble, trouble, trouble. Don't you think you're going too far? - We could be hanged. - Yeah. I give thanks to the Gods for your safe return, Your Majesty. Your Majesty? I am Naila, queen of Khemmis. I promised you would be rewarded for helping me, and so you shall be. I invite you to remain in the palace. Whatever you ask, shall be granted. Hey, pinch me, Merab, I'm dreamin'. I should have known that you were no ordinary woman. We are grateful, Your Majesty. What of your mission to the desert? The murderer, Herua, will be in our hands the first night of next the full moon. But, Your Majesty, Herua saved our lives. My father's murder must be avenged. Nothing else matters. I understand. She suspects nothing. She is still to be treated as queen until I tell you. Seize him! So... the slave girl is a queen. A queen of deceit. A queen of false allure. A queen who uses her beauty to trap the unwary. Silence. - This man murdered your father. - You lie! There can be only one verdict, Your Majesty. Death to the murderer. Death as the sun rises. Let it be slow and agonizing. The way of the headsman is sure and swift. Let it be thus. Look closely, oh, Queen. It is not I who tremble but you. I will be dead and past remem ance, but you will never forget as long as you live. Majesty, during your absence, many other affairs of state... Nothing more. Not today. Do you weaken in your desires for revenge, Your Majesty? I torture myself more than I torture him. But, My Lady, he is the murderer of your father. There is no proof that it was he. Only a banner flying over the royal chariot. A piece of colored cloth. And if he were innocent, would you order him freed, so that he might come to you? If I were a slave girl or the daughter of a merchant, I could go to him. But I am a queen, and he is a rebel. And because I am a queen, I must condemn the one man in my life. These things pass. Another will come to make you forget and ing you new happiness. Perhaps, someone close to you. So close that... that you do not see him. There will be no other. Why couldn't this have happened to me 20 years ago? Merab! Seems there is a future in picking pockets. Have a sweet-meat, relax and enjoy the surroundings. We might wake up at any moment. Send the girls away. You know my secret hopes. You have no secrets from me, you love the queen. And on which side would you wager? We have never lied to one another about our wagers. - Have we? - No. I wouldn't bet a moth-eaten donkey on your chances. But if such things can happen as a slave girl becoming a queen, then, then why not a pick-pocket marrying one? I've heard of such weddings from the old story-tellers. But always seems a pick-pocket turns out to be a prince in disguise. - Is that necessary? - I'm afraid you'll find it so. Haven't you ever noticed the look in her eyes as she gazes upon Herua? She hates him. He was the murderer of her father. Well, then that's one obstacle out of your way. You should rejoice. The queen must be pleased to have him executed. Yet, her tears were not of joy. I have seen it. Her heart eaks for Herua. I tell myself that it will pass, but... Nebka, I have made up my mind. Have two horses waiting at the gates. Oh, must we flee again from such magnificence? That, my friend, is the way of fate. I've come to repair the block. - It must be ready by dawn. - It's seen much use lately. One might almost wish to be in this fellow's shoes. After tomorrow, he'll have no taxes to pay, no toil, no hag of a wife to plague him. Aye! One tiny chop, and he's through. - Ah! - I'll help you! Oh, a thousand pardons. My, my leg. You need any help? No, I'll call you when I finished. Make ready to leave. I slipped it from the guard's pocket. You, the queen's man! How can we get past the guards? We can't, but you can, in the clothes I'm wearing. When they find you've taken my place, they'll tear you apart. By that time, you'll be safe in the desert. No, no, sweet as life may seem at this moment, it is not so sweet that I can except such a sacrifice. Sacrifice? Fifty thieves are waiting outside to storm the jail the minute I give the signal. Here, take my cloak. You'll find Nebka waiting at the gate with horses. You're the last visitor he'll ever have. Yeah. This isn't Herua! Aye. But the corridor's been guarded all night. The prisoner couldn't possibly have escaped. - Where is Herua? - My Lord. I must've been a victim of black magic. Last night, I fell asleep in a, in a back-room o... of the harem, on a strange carpet. Now, now, I know it must have been a, a magic flying carpet, for, for when I woke up, I was no longer in the place where I went to sleep, but here in this cell. You can see, I know nothing whatsoever of this Herua of whom you speak. Permit me to depart in peace. Release him. I said, Release him. You see, Your Majesty, they're not you guards, but my soldiers. It isn't you who give the orders. - The masquerade is over. - You speak treason. I rule the city of Khemmis now. The only treason is to defy me. Why... Cease her! Put her in the other cell. Surround the palace grounds. Search every house, find Herua. I'm sorry my adventure ended so poorly, Your Majesty. You helped Herua escape, did you not? It's not in my heart to do nothing while you yearn for his safety. It was a noble thing you did. I could ask for no better company. If we ought to die, Horadef shall die with us. I have stolen his dagger. When he enters the cell again... Of course, I, uh... I appropriated his purse. Wonder what he carried. Will be a good thing to meet the headsmen wearing Horadef's own ring. Merab! The ring! Do you know what it means? Only that it is very beautiful. It is the seal of Khemmis. The circlet of entwined serpents. What then, Your Majesty? My father was wearing it when he went out to meet Herua. When he returned, it was missing from his finger. - Then Horadef is the murderer. - Of course. He planned to move his army into the city of Khemmis from the beginning. Only he knew of my mission into the desert. Only he could've sent his slavers to capture me. - Then Herua is innocent. - Yes. The hours I spent with him... I can remember now with pride. Merab, I am grateful to you. Then I am happy. I should've known that the distance between us was too great. A thief may reach for a star, but, but he cannot touch it. This I promise you, we will learn the location of the slave stronghold. You want protection for your caravans against the raids of Herua? You'll have it once and for all. You want slaves? When we smash his stronghold, you shall have your fill. - It's agreed. - We'll support your rule. We have searched the entire city, Herua has escaped. The fool Merab can be a more valuable prisoner than Herua. Torture might not move the lips of a slave leader. But it will be another matter with a thief. Put him to the rack. No! Tell me where to find Herua. No! No! Do not tell! My patience is endless. Another turn. - Let him down. - No! - I will tell. - No! No! Do not tell! No! No! There is a mountain pass. It is far away and difficult to find. - But you can find it? - On one condition. That you set Merab free. We have nothing to fear from him. Order him freed. - You will ride with us? - Yes. Perhaps, it is the will of the Gods that I destroy the murderer of my father. Assemble my soldiers. Stop here! Stop! Thief! Merab. The queen promised to lead Horadef and his troops against your stronghold in order to save my worthless skin. And I'm but a little time ahead of the column. Sound the alarm! This is the only entrance? Yes, up this trail. At the top is a plateau. On it, the stronghold of his slaves. It's a dangerous route. Herua certainly will have prepared defenses against just such an attack. No, his only defense is the hidden location of the village. I will lead you. There they come! And the queen at their very head. She would die so that Horadef may be destroyed. And so that you may live. Why are you waiting? If I send the rocks down now, she will also be killed. We will wait, until she passes the next turn. Then she'll be out of danger. She risked her life to save mine. - I gamble time to save hers. - Oh! - We're leaving them? - Yes. All that luxury and we have to run away from it. We would not sleep easily in a palace. Not after the queen has wed another, huh? Few thieves are allowed such moments of loveliness as I have had. Well, we can always tell the tale around the desert campfire. Of how two pickpockets once owned a queen?
tropical island music music continues music continues children laughing knock on door Yeah? Miller. You're getting the floor wet. Sorry, Sam, but I've just been out. - Swimming, Mr. Williams? - Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Swimmin'. It's funny the things you can find at the bottom of a swimmin' pool. Didn't you know that white men are not welcome on Temple Island? Only you, eh, Mr. Miller? I heard how a fella named Sam Miller, by special arrangements with the Princess Tahia, thought up that law out of his own head. So I sort of got to wonderin' why. Very clever, Mr. Williams. Sam, Sam, you and me make great partners. You know, once I had a partner in Hong Kong. Uh, one day, poor chap, he up and died. Why? Curiosity, my friend. He had an insatiable curiosity. He was a sucker. Listen, Sam, just give me a few of your men and the right to go ahead, and I'll come back with the bottom of that pool in my hands. Forty percent for me and sixty for you. Oh, very generous. You know, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, Mr. Williams. It won't go no further, Sam. Yes, I know. About 12 years ago, I came here from Germany. I became the general dispenser of merchandize. In fact, I became the law. Then one day, I, too, happened to stumble on the fact that the swimming pool on Temple Island was inlaid with gold icks and jewels. Have a cigar? They're from San Francisco. I've waited 12 years to get that gold, my friend, a fifth of a man's life. And I've been patient too. And now you go for a swim and discover my little secret. laughs Most amusing. And you even offer to let me in as a partner? You know, I'm gonna tell you something else. Yeah? Up till today, Sam Miller was the only white man who knew about that treasure. After today Sam Miller will still be the only one who knows about it. Sam, I... I was only trying to... grunts Sam. Sam! intense music knock on door - Who is it? - Erik. - Well? - The princess. Princess? Well, what about her? Her boat just passed the reef. She's evidently on her way here. serene music - Join us, Sam? - Hello, boys. Hello, Sam. - Any luck, Tamara? - Like every day, bad. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Believe me. But I'd feel worse if your sister were to find you here. You better go at once. She's paying us a visit. Tahia? Gentlemen, suppose we declare this an unexpected holiday. She's a nuisance. Under present circumstances, perhaps you'd better leave by the private entrance. But I have lost a lot of money. What do you say to that? You draw to too many inside straights, my boy. You better go before she finds you here. Oh, Wong. How's the professional half of Port Coral? Please. Lawyer business, pretty fair, notary public, not so good. As doctor, I delivered two babies this week, otherwise very slow. Wong... I want you to make out a death certificate for Frank Williams. He just died. Causes, please. Causes? Why, his throat sort of tightened up, couldn't eathe. Strangled, poor fella. Make out the certificate. Sorry, don't have that kind death certificate. Make out best you can. Goodbye. instrumental music Orano, where do you go? See fella friend. Blossom grumbling But, please, princess. I tell you, it is not good. A princess should not come to Port Coral. Be quiet. But let me go with you. No, you stay here. But, Tahia... Where is Mr. Miller? Your Highness, I'm telling you he isn't here. I don't believe you! Now, princess, a lady always... Now calm yourself. objects eaking Orano! Kaloe! Kaloe! I look everywhere for you. Well, what did the princess say? Did we get the fishing rights? Well, what are you saying? Yes or no? Both, fella fisherman. When I make like this, that means I talk to Princess Tahia. When I make like this, that's what fella princess say. Makes speech, then no. Well, looks like Miller's my last hope. He turns me down, it's back to Australia. You lie! Where is my other? A very nice lad he is. A gentleman too. Gentleman? Because you take his money away gambling? - Where is that Mr. Miller? - I'm sure I don't know. Now why don't you relax, princess? After all, Tamara's alright. So he is here! Where does he hide? We're taking good care of the lad. Look, how about you and me getting together and form a little league for better relations between the princess and Erik, eh? intense music Hey, I wonder what all the excitement's about? I hope it's not what I think. wolf whistle Who's that? Orano! Hey! Orano, what's the matter? Orano hear someone call him far off. Meet Kaloe fella same place tonight. instrumental music laughter Why, I'm so sorry. If you'll allow me, uh, helping ladies out of difficulty is my specialty. - Please hurry. - Of course, here. chuckles I'm terribly sorry. - Going my way? - No. Then I'll go yours. chuckles You know you're kind of cute when you're mad. How dare you, you gambler! Hey, what makes you think I'm a gambler? To Port Coral, a man only comes for gamblin' or a woman. Oh, but not me. A woman just ruined my life. Port Coral women are bad. But this woman's from Temple Island. It's the princess. What has she done to you, this princess? Oh, What has she done? She said no. Sometimes when a woman says no, she means maybe. A woman, yes, but... but this cow... Cow? - You are a very strange man. - Why? You say you hate this princess and yet you name your boat after her. laughs Politics, little lady. Politics. I figured when the princess saw her name on my boat, she'd be flattered. - So? - Yep. Hand a woman a little flattery and you can get anything you want. - Anything? - Mm-hmm. - What's your name? - Why, uh... Blossom. - Where do you live? - Oh, around here. Shark fishing good business? For male sharks. Valuable for the livers. - Livers? - Yes. Uh, shark liver's a great source of vitamin A. Vitamin A? Yes, energy builder. The white people waste energy making money to buy vitamin A to make more money to buy more vitamin A. Oh, if Princess Tahia would let me fish the reefs around Temple Island, I could be a millionaire. Why not talk to the Princess Tahia yourself? Oh, I can't get near her. But I'll fix her. What are you doing? I'll never see the princess, anyway, so... flattery is out. Gonna take her name off my boat. The big tub of lard! Kaloe screams tropical island music What's the matter? Kaloe fisherman sad. Kaloe wish to cry? Orano has fine shoulder for weeping. Oh, all my life, I've been a tramp fisherman and it looks like I'll wind up just a tramp. Kaloe should find woman to beat. Sorry for self no good. Man feed on own heart, find poison. - Well, what would you suggest? - Suggest? Stop weeping. Ocean is full of sharks. Kaloe best fisherman. Poof! Easy! Listen, I need supplies to fish and I can't get the credit without the shark livers. And I can't get the shark livers because the princess won't let me fish the channel. Poof! Not so easy. Maybe I can do something. Oh, no. chuckles You're a great little guy, Orano. You tried. You know, I fished every coast from here to Australia and right here off this little hunk of island, I find the best shark bonanza in the Pacific. And what happens? One fat, stupid knock-kneed tin goddess says, Kaloe, go home. You've met Princess Tahia? Met her? You told me yourself not to dock on her beach. Listen, Orano, let this be a lesson to you. Stay away from women who wear mustaches. How you know Tahia like that? Miller. He did everything but draw pictures. Chuckles One look at that dame, he says, and you're a woman-hater for life. - Miller say that? - Mm-hmm. Why not go see Princess Tahia personal? Wear chest outside. Saw off beard. Big fella say pretty things. Maybe he change her mind. Would she see me? My mother remember Tahia in cradle. - Orano fix it. - When? - You come tomorrow. - I'll be there with bells on. No bells, flowers. Smell nicer. Kaloe laughs serene music Princess! Suddenly, you roll on the floor like a heathen. It is important. And now you look at yourself in the glass like a cheap Port Coral girl. What is the matter with you? Please. Did someone say you do not look well? Don't be silly. Of course not. Only it is important that a woman doesn't get fat. You see, at this place, a woman should be smaller than... other places. Tahia laughs instrumental music natives gleeing - You come, eh? - Surprise. Only surprise how you look. I know you have much courage, but to wear shoes and have such pain. Kaloe has done something bad, huh? No. Chuckles Go back. This is Orano's friend, come for a visit. Good friend. Even if he does wear shoes. Come. My son ings a stranger. The conceited fool. - Is it all set? - Set? Yes. Does the princess expect me? Well, I talked with her long time about you. Yeah? What did she say? When princess talk, she always say plenty. But Orano fix it. And we get the rights to fish? Well, uh... one or two things to settle yet. I fix it, you settle it. Okay? Okay. Hello. Kaloe, this is the most handsome guard on Temple Island. And you most wonderful liar. We come to see Princess Tahia. Does she know this? It is written that princess knows everything. Would you be the one to say it is not so? Come. Kaloe, fella friend, this is Princess Ta... This is... Guard? Take away that wart. Kaloe, I... Princess Tah... Orano grunts You know me. ...I... Well? Well, uh, here I am. Why do you invade the privacy of the royal house? I thought Orano... Uh, well, I... I just wanted to have a few words with you. Did you indeed? - Say them. - Uh, yes. I... You have knees? Use them. Of course. - For you, princess. - No weeds. Why, I'm sorry, but... I'm sure it can wait. - It wasn't important anyway. - Stop. Come back. Those who crawl are not yet men. nervous laugh That's very good. Heh heh. You know, princess, I'd recognize you anywhere. You look just like I pictured you. Only chuckles only more so. I... Ooh. chuckles I came here as your friend, princess. The princess has no men friends. Men are always wanting something. Well, not exactly. - Do you not want something? - Oh, yes, but... What is it you want? - Well, for a long time now... - Yes? Well, you see, I'm interested in fishing and... Fishing? Yes. Get out! Get out, you, you... Oh, oh, princess, I, I must apologize, but I, I met this wench in Port Coral. If she said anything, disregard it. - I am not the... - I am Tahia. You... you're... Then, then this is... Blossom. But with a big personality. What were you doing? Keeping her seat warm? So you're the princess, eh? Yes, the stupid, fat, ugly knock-kneed princess. laughs Why do you laugh? Nothing. Nothing. I was just thinking how you looked when that fish hook caught you. A princess on a hook. Kaloe laughs heartily It must have been quite a shock to your, to your dignity. Kaloe cackling You know something? I've fished through all the islands, but this is the first time I ever caught a princess. chuckles And very nice too. serene music What are you doing? It is what I have done that matters. You act as though... chuckles Now don't tell me you were shocked and wondering if it was the right thing to do. The right thing to do would be this. But I wouldn't mean it. You know, it's funny. Yes? Ten minutes ago, I was nothing but a tramp fisherman. Now I've got one of the best shark channels in the Pacific. That's what you had on your mind all the time. Oh, no. I, I just happened to be thinking that... That you could get what you want with a few kisses? - Get out. - But, Tahia... You are too free with your love, my fine fisherman. Well, you weren't so tight yourself. Get out! Go back to Port Coral. That's where you belong. - But, princess, I... - Out! Get out! But, princess, I... I need... Some vitamin A. That's what you need. instrumental music And the minute I mentioned fish, she said no. Wong surprised you not use kissing routine. That's just what I did. My best and too. Chuckles But the only thing I left out was... Hey, how did you know? Wong very ight in love matters. Well, Wong... without those fishing rights, I'm washed up. You do not come here only to make farewell. No, not exactly. I... And lending money only draw interest of pain. - Oh, but, Wong, listen... - Wong know. If I am smart man, I will invest in Kaloe's shark business. Yeah, and we'll split 50-50. Wong also very ight in arithmetic. Fifty percent of nothing leave nothing. - Oh, but, Wong. - No deal. Well, I guess you're right. I am a bad investment. Well, thanks, anyway. Kaloe. I need about $1,500. That will make a payment on a bigger boat, supplies, bait, a new start. Wong have extreme hard head. That good. But he also have soft heart. That very bad. - You mean I get the money? - Hmm. Good. I'll... I'll start the first thing in the morning. They tell me there's a couple of islands off the Indies where the sharks are all males, with livers the fifth of their weight. Fifteen hundred dollar. Oh, you're a swell guy. Please, spend wisely. tropical island music Kaloe, fella Wong say Kaloe leave for some place far off. That's right. First thing in the morning. What's the matter? Kaloe got big anger? Maybe Orano fix you to meet fella princess again. You're a great little fixer, my friend. The last time, you fixed me for good. speaking native language Tahia plenty pretty. - Also much excited. - And how? Nice for kissing job, no? Yeah, if you like hot peppers every meal. - You go away positively? - Yep. Orano lose new friend. chuckles That goes for me, too, funny face. We'd have made great partners. I have gift for departing friend. Please do not open till you leave. Sure, and... and thanks, Orano. It will remind you of us, and maybe perhaps make you come back. intense music intense music Hey! Grunts grunting speaking native language engine starts When you get around to it, let me know what this is all about. It is about something even lower than a shark hunter. A thief. Thief? Are you telling me I stole that? And on this island the penalty for stealing... If this is a joke, I think it's gone far enough. I haven't the time to go around stealing trinkets. Trinkets! dramatic music Take it easy, boys. Take it easy. We're all going the same way. Come on, you! Ow! Ow! Orano yelping You may go now. This may develop into a private matter. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh! speaking native language Orano, didn't you give this to me in Port Coral? Did you not come to me and say that the shark fisherman stole this? Did you give this to him? Did you? I... it seems to me that I gave Kaloe fella something. I do not remember. My head does not work well. It is some kind of a mistake. Tahia begs you to forgive. I think I shall speak to Orano for a few moments. Oh, oh! Ah! No! Oh! Oh! Kaloe! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! I didn't, I didn't mean it! Please don't beat me! Ah! Don't beat me! Somebody help me! Ow! Ow! Ow! This time you fixed it good. - Owl! - Enough? You'll never lie to the princess again? Never! softly Thanks. Oh, chuckles uh, pardon the interruption. You know, I... I can understand your being worried about that. You must think Tahia silly to run after this old incense burner. Well, it certainly looks valuable enough. Only to us. It has seen the prayers in my family for many, many years. Sort of a sacred heirloom, eh? Very sacred. In it lies our history. Come, I will show you. sighs dramatic music traditional music He is a fierce God, this one. He is Tangaroa. God of the sea. He gives us our food and the rains. It sparkles like gold. What would you do if you saw gold spread out as big as this pool with jewels, big jewels? dramatic music Pretty stones, no? Pretty stones, yes. - Nice to look at? - Nice to have. Have? Tahia, do you know what those stones and icks are? Bottom of pool. Some men would do anything for the bottom of that pool. - And you? - No, thanks. I'll just stick to my shark fishing. But I'm beginning to understand a few things about Miller. I thought he had eyes only for you, but I think he might find this more than just nice to look at. Tahia, aren't you afraid that... That he might take them? No one could while Tangaroa watches. Tahia was wrong. Kaloe does not need vitamin A. Well, Mr. Miller, I have a long way to go yet. Oh, you shouldn't worry about that, son. Sit down. I thought you promised that no strangers would visit your island. I tried my best. Obviously, your best isn't good enough. A stranger, a fisherman spent considerable time over there today. A fisherman? That is an easy matter. I can handle that. Tamara, it seems that your life is made up of easy matters. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. I know. Prison. Debtor's prison. Prison? Why? IOUs, $1,270 worth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's a lot of money. - I'll pay it back. - How? Next time when I win. This is a cash-and-carry business, son. I don't mind extending credit... If you had a little something to show for it. Yes, that's right. If you had a little something to show for it. Show! Show! What do you want me to show? Now, now, take it easy. Don't get excited. Some people pay their debts with valuables, jewels. I have no valuables! Some natives work their bills off. Others are lucky. They have land. - I have land. - Every native says that. But I have. I can prove it. In native writing, my father's deed. It's a wise son that knows his father's deeds. Chuckles Can I get more credit if I ing that deed? You ing the deed in, you'll get more credit. And your IOUs. tropical island music It is nice to find Her Highness at home. Tamara! - Where have you been? - Where have you been? It is private with me. It is disgraceful with you. You with that foul shark hunter. In Port Coral, they say he's a tramp. And now this tramp comes here to dine with you. You, the princess. I am the princess, and I do as I please. Alright, then I do as I please. If that means drinking and gambling, I say no. Look at you. A bad example of a native, and a poor imitation of a white man. Soon your own people won't like you, and the white man won't have you. No worse than you. Behaving like a cheap native woman, making love to a tramp with fish scales on his hands. What did he promise you? A string of beads? Forgive Tahia, other. There's a gentleman to... to speak to the princess. Hello, princess. Are you surprised? I got a little present for you. Why did you ing me this? Well, I figured a lady ought to have a watch. It tells you when to do things. Did Mr. Miller send you here? Well, you see, queenie, me and him is partners. And wanting to do me partner a little favor, I thought I'd find out if you're worthy of him. Do you know what my people will do to you if they find you here? dramatic music Mr. Miller! Get out. If you touch her again, I'll kill you. Princess Tahia, I apologize for that fool. - But you sent him. - I? I send another man to you? Then I don't understand. You remember a long time ago, a stranger, a white man came here. He took you sailing in his boat. You remember that? When he came back to Port Coral, I killed him. I killed a man because he dared to come here. Tahia... I've waited years to tell you this. There's been no one else since that day I first met you. All I ask is to be near you. If you were to be my wife, I would make a princess of you the whole world would admire. Nothing would be beyond your reach. I am sorry, but... Kaloe. Kaloe. Sobs I see. Hill too steep. I'm out. Two pair. That's no good. I've got three jacks. I was about to say two pair of kings. Your sister know you risk valuable deed to Temple Island for credit? After all, you... After all, Tamara is no longer a child. That's right. Some more chips, please. That will make 2,000 in your deed. I'd better get Tamara out of there. Kaloe better guard self. Oh, don't worry, funny face. I know how to handle sharks. piano music - What do you want? - I wanna see Tamara. - He isn't here. - You're lying. - Shove off, fisherman. - Ah! I said he isn't there. Well, if it isn't my old rival, the fish peddler. Okay, Sully. Hello, Tamara. Don't you think it's time you were heading back to the island? I have no desire to speak with spies for my sister. Pull up a chair. Perhaps to a sporting gentleman of your caliber, we may be able to offer some real diversion. - You're very generous. - A fault of mine. Kaloe. - Chips, my friend? - Fifteen hundred. I know you won't mind, Mr. Miller, but, uh, how about a nice new deck? Sully. You boys want anything to eat? Bring a fresh deck of cards, will you, Sully? And get a double decker sandwich for me. Sure you won't have anything? Okay, Sully. Thanks, Sully. shuffles card I'll open. 500 on my deed. I'll see it. This hand have bad taste in mouth. I drop. I'm afraid I'll have to stay... and raise you 500. I will just see that raise. I'm in. How many cards will you have, Tamara? I have plenty. No more cards. Sounds strong. You, my romantic friend? I can use about two cards. Perhaps I can fix you up with a lovely dark lady. That would make you quite a fixer. I'll have one myself. Opener bets. Five hundred more out of my deed. I'll see it. I'm afraid you gentlemen are, shall I say, a trifle timid? I'll raise a thousand. I will see that raise, and raise another thousand. In American baseball, they call this a squeeze play. That will cost you 2,000 to stay. I'll need another 1,600, Wong. Now, now, remember your investment. - May peek? - No. For $1,600, not even one peek? No. What do you wanna do? Jinx the hand? Have patience, Wong. Patience fine, courage very sick. Suppose we raise once more just to make certain, eh, my boy? - Another thousand? - That's right. I... I will just see that raise. This isn't the time to stop. Let's see how strong Mr. Miller really is. I'll raise 2,000. Eh, Wong? That just completes the credit in Tamara's deed. I'll see you. You are no gentleman. Tamara will stay. Come to think of it, this is the most appetizing sandwich I've ever seen. I know you don't mind, Mr. Miller. What have you, Tamara? Full house, sevens and threes. That's too bad. Four queens. And I think Mr. Miller was bluffing. Will you cash these chips, please? Part of that deed is mine. Tamara owes me 2,000 in it. Well, take it out. And I'll have his IOUs. - May I buy the deed from you? - It's not for sale. groans Excuse, please. Uh, investment safe. Business call me. This sandwich had poison in it, Sam. drumbeats girls laughing gong clanging horn blowing instrumental music indistinct chatter Oh, I love this feast day. Why not? Today we choose husbands. laughing - Of our own island. - Yes. Princess Tahia is only one to go from Temple Island for husband. Nothing but harm come of one who live with sharks. drumbeats traditional music music continues music continues speaking native language Forgive me for interrupting, princess. I know how much this day means to you and to your people. Then why do you interrupt? Erik! Chris! Tamara. We found him on the beach at Port Coral. But why? Tamara never did any harm. Well, maybe not intentionally, Your Highness. But if a couple of hot-headed young men get into an argument and one of them gets mad enough, he's pretty close to murder. Stop talking in riddles. If you have anything to say, say it. Well, Kaloe and Tamara was gambling last night. What of it? Well, Kaloe won some sort of a paper from Tamara. Oh, there was quite a bit of an argument about it. And then just before Tamara left, he hit Kaloe in the face. Well, naturally, Kaloe... Erik has a suspicious mind. Princess, I know how much your other meant to you. He also meant a great deal to me. If you'll only turn this over to us, we'll find the murderer. - And when we do... - Kaloe! Your knife! dramatic music You're sure? Sure, that's my knife. But, princess, I... Kaloe, the truth. Yes, sharker, what about it? Well, Orano was with me. He knows I didn't do it. Go on, tell them, Orano. Orano, one already lies dead. What you say may Kill another. Kaloe did not do this! I know. We went together to find Tamara. I don't like to believe this, princess. I don't doubt the boy, but if this is really Kaloe's knife... But I was with Kaloe friend! Were you with him all the time? We went to your place. - And you saw Kaloe play cards? - No. Then you weren't there when he left with Tamara. - No, but... - He met you at his boat later? No. I came back in canoe. Then how does the boy know what happened after he left? Don't know. You're the law in this case, princess. Just say the word and we'll... It is for my people to deliver justice. dramatic music - Is there anything I can do? - Please go. But you may need someone here, princess. Please. mellow music sobbing intense music growling growling instrumental music Kaloe! Kaloe! growling dramatic music growling growling Thanks, funny face. You shouldn't have done this. If they ever found out you helped me... Don't worry about Orano. He can always fix things... sometimes. chuckles You are most unhappy investment. I'm sorry, Wong. Tell me, that deed I gave you, was it transferred? - As you request. - And the date registered? - As required by law. - Good. May I have it back now? Thanks. Now I need some legal advice. Most happy. Be seated, please. Wong now ready. Will this notarized deed prove I had no intentions of grabbing the island? Deed now registered in name of Princess Tahia. Good. Now I've got to find out if it was Miller or one of his men who killed Tamara. By circumstantial evidence, you are in need of clever detective. This way. Professional detective desk. Case call for special powers of deduction. Now, which one would Kill harmless boy? I'm sure for a few extra dollars, any one of his men wouldn't hesitate. And I don't believe killing is beyond Miller himself. - Don't believe he would. - Of course, he would. What a fool I was not to have thought of it. He'd do anything to get back at the princess. Please to take time. Deduction, simple. Prove, more difficult. - What are you getting at? - Mr. Miller very smart man. Not likely soil own hands with crime. You think it was a paid killer? Have in mind such copyrighted cutthroat. Just tell me where I can find him. Please have patience. Pretty soon, maybe he come right here to Wong's office. Here? Are you a magician too? Not enough desks. Believe killer come to collect money I keep for him in safe. Think he plan to leave Port Coral quick. - Very secret. - What's his name? When called, man answer to name... knock on door intense music Who, please? Open up, Wong. Got my cash? Uh, one moment, please. I have key to safe in desk. - Why, you, I ought to slap... - Sit down! Sit down or you will receive physical collapse. Kaloe. What's this all about? You not such ight young man. Where you get so much money? Did Miller pay you? - Pay me for what? - For killing Tamara. You're both crazy. Why you leave Port Coral in such a hurry? You afraid somebody ask question? - You got nothin' on me. - Stay where you are. You killed that boy, last night, with my knife. chuckles Very nice plan, my friends. Very nice. But just try and prove it. I'm going to prove it right now. Give me that gun. Do I get the truth? You won't shoot. Anyways, I'm ight enough to know a dead witness won't help you none. Why don't you shoot? door opens What are you doing here? What's he doing here? He's dead. No one here but Wong and Kaloe. You nervous? Want drink? I don't want nothing but to get that dead man out of here! There is no dead man here. There is. There is. He's right there! I know! He's dead! I killed him! I threw the knife, but it was Miller's idea. It was! He paid me! I thought so. Sign, please. You might save own neck if you sign confession. It was Wong's idea. Little Chinese Theater. Wong, stage manager, lawyer, detective. Total fee, $6, please. intense music knocks on door - Who is it? - Erik. - What do you want now? - You! One of these days, you'll learn a little respect. You know, I'm just beginning to find out there's a few things about you I don't like. Something in your craw, my friend? Yes. For one thing, your methods. laughs That might lead to a very interesting discussion at some other time. It's rather early in the morning for that, you know. Some other time may be too late. You've bungled it, my friend. You're not only left with an empty bag, we're in it. Never mind the cleverness. What are you trying to say? - Chris. - What about him? He's on his way to America by now. You think so, eh? He's sittin' over in jail. - Jail? - Yes, waiting trial for murder. There's another way of stopping him from talking. Well, there's not much point in killin' him now. He's already signed a confession. Wong and the fisherman tricked him. You and your stinkin' ain. First, you make a play for the lady, but she happens to have other ideas. Then you still stay legitimate and try and win yourself the deed to the island. And now this. Why don't you sit down and write the Princess Tahia a lovely little note and say, Dear princess, please, can I have the jewels and gold at the bottom of your pool? Why, Sam? I know what this is all about. Now then, let's both get busy. dramatic music Cover us from the top of the steps. What do you want? Why do you come to the sacred pool? gunshot Make it quick. dramatic music Kaloe! Kaloe! Glad Kaloe is here. Temple Island have many visitors. Mr. Miller and many men have come to sacred pool. Sacred pool! Princess, you better warn your people. Wong, you go with her. Mr. Miller use language of force. Good, that's the way he'll get his answer. Come on, Orano. Arm yourselves! intense music Arm yourselves! shouting in native language clamor Stop! Don't move! dramatic music Watch out, boys. They're blowing up the pool! intense music gunshot explosion rumbling Kaloe! Look out! dramatic music rumbling It's Tangaroa. He's angry. Earthquake. Foolish Miller. You see? Tangaroa was watching. serene music goats bleating goat bleats See, I fix it. music continues
Good morning, housewives. And a very special good morning... to the housewife who lives at number 26 Fairmile Road, Derby. Yes, it's you, Mrs. Beryl Heseltine. Your great day, because I've got birthday greetings for you... from your husband Charles, your son Harry, not forgetting the girls next door. And they've chosen for you Kenneth McKellar singing Song of the Clyde. And here he is. I'll sing of a river I'm happy beside The song that I sing is the song of the Clyde Of all Scottish rivers it's dearest to me It flows from the hills all the way to the sea It borders the orchards of Lanark so fair Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there But from Glasgow to Greenock in towns on each side The hammer's ding dong is the song of the Clyde She likes to sing when she does her housework. That applies to a lot of you, doesn't it? But, actually, I'm talking to Mrs. Ritchie of flat 43, Priory House, West Bromwich. Your niece Eileen has written to me asking for your favorite tune... and it's coming up now. Now, I've quite a few names. There's Mrs.Joyce Tucket... of74 Clement Attlee Way, Nottingham, Mrs. Rhoda Elliott of London Road, Slough. There's Mrs. Rose Chester of Cartmell Drive, Lincoln. And last, but not least, there's Mrs. Betty Bullock. Now, congratulations for you, Mrs. Bullock, on your 70th birthday. Sorry I don 't know your address, but wherever youĺre listening, I hope you and the neighbors will enjoy hearing Litoffs Scherzo. They've never sent my book. Should have come last week. They've not played that record of mine yet. Must be at the bottom of the pile, mine then. - Them curtains can do with a washin'. - Oh, shut up, Mother. Where's His bloody Lordship, then? She wants to go up with a wet dishcloth and ring it over his face. - He wants a good hiding. - I've shouted him three times. - That'd shift him. - Every mornin' the same!. Hey, you up there, come on! Get out of it! It was a big dayforus. We had won the war in Am osia. Democracy was back once more in our beloved country. Talk to him. Go up and kick him out of his idle. - She lets him do just as he likes. - Talk to him yourself. Do you hear me? Bloody well get up! - Eyes left! - Eyes left! Battalion, by the left, salute! It is often wondered how the left-handed salutes, peculiar to our republic, originated. But this is a tribute to the seven survivors of the Battle of Wakefield, all of whom, by an amazing coincidence, have lost their right arms. By the left... salute! - Billy, your boiled egg's stone cold! Well, come on, then! It's nearly half past 9:00! I'll not tell you again. I 'll right. I'm coming. Today is a day of big decisions. I'm going to start writing me novel- 2,000 words every day. I'm going to start getting up in the morning. Well, I might as well cut that for a start. Yes. Today is a day... of big decisions. Don't go makin' fresh tea for hi m. You've got enough to do. That was a blackie postman just went past the window. They're all darkies now. There's blackie bus conductors and blackie nurses. They can't get work, you know, in South Africa. - Geez! - Go on, ignorant, knock her over. - The Cabinet change is imminent. - You'll be imminent if you don't start getting up. - Good morning, Father. - Come on. Get on with it, lad. - You're half an hour late for work already. - Good morning. How are you? - She lets him do just as he likes. - I'm your most obedient servant. You can stop that bloody game. It's you I'm talking to. What time did you get in last night? More like this morning. I really couldn't say. About half past 11:00. Yeah, more like 1:00 than half past 11:00. You start coming in at night. I'm not having you gallivanting about all hours. Who will you have gallivanting about now? And what were you doing down at Foley Bottoms at 9:00 last night? - Who said I was down at Foley Bottoms? - Never mind who says. You were there. And it wasn't that Barbara you were with, either. He wants to make up his mind who he's going with. He goes out with too many lasses. He's like a lass himself. Tell whoever saw me to mind their own business. 'Tis our business, and don't be so cheeky. And if Barbara's coming for a tea tomorrow, I shall tell her, so don't think I won't. You never played fair with that girl. I'm surprised she bothers with you. He's not old enough to stay out half the bloody night. - One. - Every bloody night alike. - Two. - Start coming in at a proper bloody time. - Three. - Or do you want to live somewhere else? - Perhaps I will do. - Hey, what? I 've been offered a job in London. Geez, there's been a lot of twins born lately. I said I have been offered a job in London. - What bloody job? - How do you mean, you've been offered a job? A job script writing. Script writing? He can't write his own bloody name so anyone can read it. How do you mean, script writing? I told you. Boon. Danny Boon, the TV comedian. He's in town today opening the new supermarkets. I sent him some of me scripts. He's read 'em, and he likes 'em. Sent me this letter. Look. He's offered me a job in London script writing. He likes me material. What do you mean, he likes your material? This is Danny Boon, right? And this pepper pot is me material, right? Right? Danny Boon sees me flaming material so he flaming well asks me for it! Hear, hear, hear! Watch your language. Flamin' this and flamin' that. He's gone too far. Look, uh, do you wanna know or donĺt you? Because if you wanna know, I'll tell ya, and if you don't wanna know, I'll shut up. - Right. Try again. This- - You just eat your eakfast. - Let's get your mucky self washed. - And get to work. Why donĺt you see he gets washed and dressed before he comes down in the morning? She wants to burn that raincoat of his. She wants to burn it. Fling it on fire. Then heĺd have to get dressed. - Spoiled him all of your life. - I knew it would be my fault. - I don't know. He won't have a job anywhere, never mind London, if he goes on at this rate. He's not going to London. That's another of his stories. He can't say two words to anybody without telling a lie. What was he telling that woman about me having me leg off? Huh! Do I look as if Iĺve had my leg off? You'll have to stop all this making things up, Billy. There's no sense in it at your age. We never know where we are with you. I mean, you're too old for things like that now. I don't know what we're going to do with you. Oh, my God, how dreary. Billy's pissed again. So glad youĺre going to London, you old loafer. Simone and I were thinking of kicking you out of the old nest any day now. Better come into the li ary, and we'll talk about the money end. And keep your hands off my bloody razor in future! - Seventeen. - You can't call anything your own in this house, can you? Hey, shirt. And when are you going to unlock that wardrobe? - Why? - Because I say so. - I've got all me private things in there. - Never mind things. I've got shirts, socks, pants and I don't know what waiting to go in there. It's not natural to keep a wardrobe locked up. - A lad of your age. - Well, it's my wardrobe. Who paid for it? It's our wardrobe. You'll get it unlocked and leave it unlocked, if you don't mind. Never mind! If it isn't unlocked when I get back, I'll smash the bloody thing open. Oh, flaming calendars. It's a good heart that says no ill, but a better heart that thinks none. I don't think. Those who ing sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. What did you do, spend the postage money? Was that the size of it? You were given these calendars to post last Christmas. All right, Billy boy, on your feet. William Terence Fisher, I have a warrant for your arrest... on the charge that you did, wilfully and knowingly, misappropriate 270 calendars, the property of your employers Messrs. Shadrack & Duxbury- Well, Fisher, you've certainly earned your remission. I must say you've used your time well. This is the finest expose of prison life I've ever read. Thank you, sir. I think you'll get your reforms now, sir. A great many M.P.s are on our side. Not only M.P.s, Fisher. - From us all. - Thank you. - Good-bye. - Good-bye. - Been nice knowing you. - Bye. - Come on, lad. Come on. - All right. - Arenĺt you ready yet? - Just a minute. You'll never get to work at this rate, never mind London. You'll set off one of these days and meet yourself coming back. - Oh, just off, Mother. - Don't hurry yourself. It's five to 10.:0. - I say, I 've just been thinking. - I might give me notice in today, if I'm going to London. You want to make up your mind what you do want to do. Well... work for Danny Boon. How do you know, Billy? You've never done that sort of thing before. You can't switch and change and swap about just when you feel like it. You've got your living to earn now. You worry too much. Ciao, Gram. Ciao, Mum. And Ashanty had a small son. - Good morning, Billy. - Oh, good morning. If I can get to the end of the street without opening me eyes, everything will be all right. - You do know that's the late Mr. Parkin in there? - Yes. Because we don't want a recurrence of last week's fiasco, do we? - Will you check the oil? - I have. Extraordinary time to come to work, Fisher. I'm sorry, Mr. Shadrack, only I spilled hot water on me arm. I've been to the doctor's. Must be going home time. Fisher's here. - How long has big head been here? - All night, I should think. - Where do you say youĺve been? - I've been to the doctor's. - You've been to the doctor's? - I've been to the doctor's. Tell these good people why youĺve been to the doctor's. - I don't like the look of my wife. - I hate the sight of mine. Ha, ha, ha. - Havenĺt you got any work to do? - Yes, Mr. Shadrack. I'm trying to run an up-to-date organization. There's too much laxity. Oh, Stamp, I'd like to see your ashes list. Watch it. He's been going through all the books. He's in a terrible temper. Is he now? He hasn't balanced the petty cash yet, has he? - I don't know. - How much have you fiddled? - Shut your head. - He thinks postage money is part of his wages. I've got something unpleasant to say to our Mr. Shadrack today. You've got something unpleasant to say to Mr. Shadrack today? Anything I'd say to Mr. Shadrack would be unpleasant. - Kindly leave the undertakers. - Honestly. I'm giving my notice today. - You are? - Wonderful comedian. Shadrack & Duxbury, funeral services. Shadrack to funeral fleet. Shadrack to funeral fleet. Are you receiving me? Over. Receiving you loud and clear. Over. State your position, please. State your position. Over. We're just turning into Sheep gate from the memorial. Traffic at Coal Lane Junction is holding us up. Over. Suggest you divert cortege. Repeat. Suggest you divert cortege down new bypass. - Acknowledge, please. - Message received. Roger and out. Come on, shift. Any doctor's papers amongst all this rubbish? - Hey, what are writing to Godfrey Winn for? - Shut up. It's not him. It's his mother. Housewives' Choice? - Hey! - Dear sir, could you play 'Just a Song at Twilight'? - It is my favorite song. - Do you bloody mind? Oh, sorry, love. Uh, is that the Midland Hotel? Reception, please. My husband used to sing it to me when we were a bit younger than we are now. - I bet. - Get it off him, Arthur. - Come on. Come on. - No, no. Listen to this bit. My son also writes songs, but I suppose there's not much chance as he's not had the training. We are just ordinary folk. Signed, A. Fisher, Mrs. Come on. I'm not ordinary folk, even if she is. Hello, reception? Could I speak to Mr. Boon, please? Uh, Danny Boon. Will you tell him it's Mr. Fisher? - I got that job. - You haven't. Yeah, scriptwriter. I start next week. You devil. How much is he paying you? Well, we haven't discussed terms yet, but it's a lot more than I'm getting here. I'm sorry. Mr. Boon's not taking any calls at the moment. Oh, uh, Mr. Boon? Uh, Fisher, this end. Oh, very well, thank you. How are you? Oh, that's marvelous, yes. Look, I don't want to bother you at the moment, but I was wondering, would 3:00 this afternoon be a good time for me to come and see you? Oh, good. I'll ing some of my material, of course. Uh, the Nell Gwynn suite, is it? Yes, uh, I thought so. Oh, that's marvelous. Well, I look forward to seeing you then. Fine. Bye. - And success! - Good morning. It's all right. It's only me mother. I ought the key down 'cause I shall be out this afternoon. What did you want to come down here for? Could've gotten it through the window. You're not getting it through no window. How's your father, Billy? Is he still in hospital? Uh, yes, yes. He's quite comfortable, though. What's the specialist say about his leg, then? Well, it might have to come off, but they haven't seen the X-rays yet. - There's still a good chance. - Oh, how's your sister? - Oh, fine, fine. - What bloody sister? How's your husband? Oh, he's well too. Here. April is the cruelest month. A smile can make it better. It takes 60 muscles to frown, but only 13 to smile. June. Kindness in another's troubles, courage in your own. August. Think all you speak, but speak not all you think. December. Speak all you think, but think not all you speak. Speak all you speak, but speak not all you think! - Just a minute! - Come on. - Are you writin' out your will? - Naff off, Stamp. Hey, no writing mucky words on the wall. Oh, get lost, will ya? Bet you're readin' a mucky book. Bet you are. Readin' a mucky book. His hand caressed her silken knee. Havenĺt you any work to do, Stamp? Just waiting to go into the toilet, Mr. Shadrack. Yes, us thought some of you spend too much time down here. Far too much time. Better go up to the office. I've got to go out. Is that you, Mr. Shadrack? Is that you, Mr. Shadrack? Yes. There's someone waitin' to come in there. I was wondering if I could have a word with you before you go out. Huh? I was wondering if I could have a word with you before you go out. Yes, I've been thinkin' it's about time we had a little talk. I haven't got time now, Fisher. See me at lunchtime. Ah, very good, Mr. Shadrack. Good morning, Mr. Duxbury. It's Councilor Duxbury, Fisher. Councilor Duxbury. That's my title. You wouldn't call Lord Harewood mister, would you? Councilor. Now think on. It's Councilor Duxbury, Fisher. - Aye, that's my title. - Billy! Billy! - Aye. - Aye. - I'll see you around the corner, all right? - Yeah. - Hello, darling. - Hello, pet. Where are you taking me for coffee? The thing is, I have to go to the town planning office. They're pulling all this down. Oh, sometimes I think youĺre avoiding me, you know, Billy. - Why, darling? - We are supposed to be engaged. - Of course we're engaged. - Have you told your mother and father yet? - Uh, we'll announce it when you come for your tea tomorrow. - All right. - I-I-It's a lovely ring, isn't it? - Mmm, it's lovely. Uh, you don't think it needs altering or anything? - No, no, it's just right. - Well, suit yourself. - I must dash, darling. Bit of a hurry. See you later. - Yes, bye, pet. Well, where's that ring? That's just it, Rita. I've been to the jeweler's, and it's not ready yet. Oh, well, you'd better get it back quick, else there's gonna be trouble. - Hey, Rita. - Yeah? - Four cheeseburgers ready. - Right. Four cheeseburgers, love. - Dream about me while I'm gone. - Sure thing, baby. - What's she on about? - The engagement ring. What ring? I thought you were supposed to be engaged to Barbara. That's just the point. I am. She had it first- Rita. I got it to give to Barbara. - Now she wants it back. - Rita? Yeah. I told her it was at the jeweler's getting fixed. Be hell to pay if she don't get it. I can't keep up with your rotten sex life. You're gonna be up for bigamy. --Tartar. So when's it going to be ready, then? I'm glad you asked me that 'cause when I called the shop this morning, the man told me it might take... another week. - Oh, it might be another week. - They've got three people of fill. Of fill? Oh, they've got three people of fill. All havin' their legs off, I suppose. Well, either I get that ring back by this afternoon, or I'm goin' round to that jeweler's me self. Another thing! I thought I was supposed to be comin' round tomorrow to meet your mother. Well, I can't wait for you to meet Mum and Dad, Rita. Only, we've just been flooded out. All the pipes have burst. Flooded out, are ya? I'm gonna meet your rotten mother, whether you like it or not. I'm gonna get that ring back this afternoon, or I'm coming round to see your rotten mother. And your rotten father. And your rotten grandmother. We're supposed to be engaged, if you did but know it! What are you gawking at? Thank you. Thank you. When I started out as a councilor, I had public conveniences, them to look after. - I was a young councilor. - This was all fields when I was a lad. I only had but one clog to me feet in those days. All right. Well, I'll tell you what. The workers nowadays- you give them tuppence a week, they're not content. - They don't know they're born. - They're not contented. - They don't know when they're well off. - They couldn't come it with me. There's always been an Olroyd at Olroyd Mill, and there always will be. Nowadays, young lads come down with their college ways, and they want none of it. - You're not wrong- - Hey, what's that? Is that our bird? - What bird? - In that lorry. That bird. The one you used to go to France with her. - You mean Liz? - Yes, where's she been this time? I don't know. She goes where she feels like. She just enjoys herself. - What does she do? - All sorts- waitress, typist. She works till she's fed up, then she goes somewhere else. She's been all over. Hello. I'm fine. Doncaster! Doncaster! Oh, God, what for? Hey! Can I what? Yes! In the classics! Yes! Go on! All right. See you later. Bye. Quiet, ladies! Please! Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure, on behalf of City Foods Limited, to invite... Danny... to ceremoniously open this store. Uh, Danny Boon! It's all happening. You've got a lot of relatives here this morning, havenĺt you? Is that your auntie? Oh, no, it's my auntie! - Hello, darling. Still slimmin'? - Yes, I am. It's all happening. No, thank you. I'm trying to give them up. It's to cut the ribbon with, isn't it? Just a minute, before you take any more, could I have a pretty girl from the audience to come up here and help me cut the tape? Eh? Any pretty girl? We have a lot to choose from, haven't we? What about you, darling? You in the own. Would you mind comin'up here? There's a good girl. A round of applause. Very sporting girl. That's it. What about a kiss to start us off, eh? - Ooh! - It's all happened. - That's it. Smile at the camera. - Ready, girls? Go on, Danny! Give us an autograph! He's dozed off. - Hey, got those things for you. - What? - What things? - Passion pills. - What I said I'd get for you. - Let us have a look. - Where'd you get them? - This mate of mine fetched them from Singapore. - I bet they're bloody aspirins. - You what? Eh, steady! They'll give you the screaming abdabs. One of these, two two-and-nines at the Regal, bag of chips and you're away! Good afternoon, sir. Isn't it time you lads packed up? Just off, Councilor. Ta. Iĺm just waiting to see Mr. Shadrack, Councilor. Well, you might give the floor a bit of a wipe up. Idle Jack, or Broad Acres, a novel by William Fisher, chapter one. Ned Leather nervously fingered his cap... as he faced the portly owner of Olroyd's Mill. Sorry, lad. No work... today, he said. Sorry, lad. No work today, he said. I dle J ack, a novel by... Bi I l Fisher. No. A novel by William Fisher. William L. Fisher. William D.L. Fisher. William D. Lashwood Fisher. William Fingal O'Flaherty Wills Fisher. A critical biography. Um, first of all, Mr. Shadrack, I 'd Iike to thank you for what has been a very happy stay with the firm. But I really do feel that I must seize... this, um, this new opportunity with both hands. I'm sure youĺll appreciate my position. Well, of course, need I say... the offer of a partnership with yourself and Mr. Duxbury... is an extremely attractive incentive for me. But, unfortunately, my ambitions lie in other fields. Of course, London's a big place. It's a very big place, Mr. Shadrack. A man could lose himself in London. Lose himself. Lose himself. Lo-o-o-o-se himself. Lose himself in London! Him, ah, self, ah! Him, ah, self, ah! Maaaaaaaaaaa. Never in the field of human conflict... has so much- One, two, three, four, testing. Emmanuel Shadrack, this is your life. This is your life, Mr. Shadrack. Your life, Mr. Shadrack. Your life, Shaddy-addy-addy-adrack! Your life! Oi! Shadders! I hope my singing didn't put you off. By the time we're burying you, you'll be going off in one of these. Plastic. Did you know that? Yes, you see, people don't realize. It's all clean lines nowadays. All these frills and fancies are going out. It's all old. Same as I tell Councilor Duxbury. You've got to move with the times. No use living in one style and dying in another, is it? - Quite. - Sit down. Make your self at home. Oh, thank you. So you're thinking of leaving us, eh, is that it? Well, I was thinking, since this new opportunity- I have succeeded in obtaining a post with Mr. Danny Boon. - He's a comic, isn't he? - A comedian, yes. Very, very clever fellow. - So that's your ambition? Script writing? - Yes, it always has been. Do you get a salary each week, or do you get paid by the joke? Ah, why, it's ve-ve-very difficult to say, really. You don't need me to tell you it's very unprofessional- a letter like this. - It is? - Nobody wants to stand in your way. Don't think that, but you might have gone about it in a more satisfactory manner. We were hoping that youĺd try and get one or two things cleared up... before you took a step like this. - Oh, yes. I realize that- - There's those calendars to be explained, for one. - What calendars? - I think you know what calendars, my friend. Oh, no. You see, there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. It wasn't a misunderstanding Two or three hundred calendars... didn't get posted, to my knowledge. We've got to get this cleared up, you see, Fisher. We've got to get it cleared up and implemented. - If it's a question of payment. - Uh-huh. Now wait a minute. It's not as easy as that, you see. There's the good will to consider. Those calendars were for good will. I can't understand why you didn't send them out. For God's sake, why don't you tell the boring little man where to stick his job? We don't buy calendars just so that you can go out and chuck them on the fire, you know. That's not what we're in business for. And then there's this other matter. Uh, what other matter? It's no use saying, What other matter? There's the matter of the postage money, isn't there? Just a minute. Now, the first things we intend to do, Shadrack, is to nationalize the undertaking business. - Yes, Sir William. - This means we are going to need... experts in this field, men of vision. I wonder if you remember showing a certain clerk... a revolutionary plastic coffin? Yes. I was the wretch who forgot to post the calendars. Yes, I can laugh now. Good afternoon. In connection with the late Mr. Mathieson, isn't it? - Would you wait in here? - Righty-o. Thank you. - Thank you. - I shan't keep you one moment. Thank you. Then there's his li ary books. We'll have them to take back. Yes. Yes, as I was saying, Fisher, there are discrepancies in the postage book. I've been trying to get some sense out of your fingers here. - Oh, yes. - A curious system of bookkeeping you seem to have adopted. Uh, no, this is my own personal double-entry method. Only it's not quite up-to-date. I'm sorry if thereĺs been any inconvenience. Inconvenience. It's not a question of inconvenience. Anyway, I have to tell you that, under the circumstances, there's no question about accepting your resignation. We may have to take some legal action. I don't know. I'll talk to you about it on Monday. Why, Fisher? Why? - Yes, now- - I was just saying you've got a gloomy job. And now have you got the deposit? I went up to the third floor into the soft furnishings department. They've got some lovely materials. I saw some lovely stuff for the curtains. Honestly, you'll love it. It's sort of, um, well, a turquoise, really. And it's got little squiggles, sort of, well, like wineglasses. - Oh, yes, very nice. - Only trouble is, if you get that yellow carpet, it won't match. - Still, that's my department, pet. - Hmm. I don't know, darling. I still say this ring's too big. - Why won't you let me get it altered? - I don't think it's too big. Anyway, I want everyone to see it first. - Don't blame me if you lose it. - You do worry so, Billy. - That's why I love you. - Oh, darling, you'll always love me, wonĺt you? - Of course I will, pet. - Well, give me the ring, then. No! You can have it back on Tuesday. Then it'll be there forever. - Forever and ever. - That's it. Go on now. Give it to me. - No! - Give me the ring before- - Billy! - I'm, I'm sorry, darling. I'm really not me self today. It's so good your mum got these to keep me going. - What are they? - Energy tablets. Would you like a couple? - No, thank you, pet. - Yes, it'll do you good. Oh, well, will it taste all right? Oh, it'll taste fine. Just drink this up. Then we'll go for a walk... where it's quiet. Oh, Billy, it's beautiful. Aw! Tsk! Aw, just look at her little feet. Aren't they lovely. Aw! Oh, listen to this. With you, dearest Mother and darling Dad, happy were the years we had. And it is comfort in our pain... you are now together again. - Isn't that nice? - Charming. Ooh! Ooh, Billy, look! There's a whole family in there! - Aw, isn't it sweet? - Fabulous. Mmm! Aw, they're all dead. What a shame! - Darling? - Hmm? - How do you feel? - Ah, contented. Uh, you don't feel, you know, restless? - No. - No. - Barbara? - Hmm? Do you think it's wrong for people to have, you know, feelings? Not if they genuinely love each other. - Like we do? - Oh, well, yes. Would you think it wrong of me to have... feelings? I think we ought to be married first. - Oh, I love you, darling. - I love you, pet. - Doya, really and truly? - Of course I do! Oh, sticky fingers. Are you looking forward to getting married? I think about it every minute of the day. Darling. Billy! Oh, promise me youĺll never fall in love with anybody else. Of course not, pet. Now, come on. Let's talk about our cottage. - Yes, well... we'll have a lovely cottage down in Devon. - Devon, yes. We'll have a lovely garden with roses and daffodils. And a lovely lawn with a little swing... - for little Billy and little Barbara... - Little Barbara. - to play on. - Mm-hmm. We'll have our meals down by the lily pond in the summer. Oh, oh, do you think a lily pond's safe? I mean, what if the kiddies wandered too near and fell in? We'll build a wall around it. We needn't have a pond at all. We could have an old well. Yes, an old ick well where we draw the water. We could make it our wishing well. And we could have... a rustic idge... with a stream flowing beneath it, not too deep because of the children. And we could have gnomes, mushrooms. Billy! Are you feeling all right? Of course, darling. Why? Well, look where your hand is. Oh. But I want to touch you. Well, it seems indecent somehow. You know you're making me ill, donĺt you? Oh, poor pet. Why am I making you ill? Well, surely youĺve heard of, well, of repressions. The nervous reactions of a man who's not- I know what you mean, pet, but we must be patient. We must. I mean, we'd only regret it. - Well, just have one more energy tablet. - No, thank you. - I'm going to have an orange. - I'm going to have- You and your bloody oranges! I'm sorry, darling. I- I've had a terrible morning. - I've come about a ring. - Oh, yes. An engagement ring ought in for alterations. - Oh, I see. What name is it, madam? - It should be under Fisher. - Fisher. Just a moment. - If he gave you my name, it would be Corrigan. Corrigan. Just a moment. Fisher. Corrigan. Fisher. Corrigan. - Got a Farmer. - No, no, Fisher. Fisher. - Hey, what was that? - Where? - That at the bottom. - That's Cor-Corcoran. That's a cuckoo clock. - When did it come in? - Wednesday, I think. So he said. - Uh, darling. - Mmm? Are you still coming for your tea tomorrow? Oh, of course. Oh, well, if you are, there are some things we've got to get cleared up and implemented. What things? You know I've got a fairly vivid imagination, donĺt you, darling? Well, you have to have if youĺre going to be a scriptwriter, donĺt you? Right. Well, being a scriptwriter, I'm perhaps at times a bit inclined... to let my imagination run away with me, as you know. You don't mean you've been telling me lies. Not lies, exactly. But I suppose I've been, you know, exaggerating some things a bit, being a scriptwriter. For instance, there's that business about me father- him getting danger money on a petrol tanker. - He's not on a petrol tanker? - He wasn't even in the navy. - What was he, then? - He was a conscientious object- No, he wasn't anything. He wasn't fit. He has trouble with his knees. Oh. How many other lies have you been telling me? - Uh, me sister. - Don't tell me you haven't got a sister. Well, I did have, but she's dead. If youĺre still coming for you tea tomorrow, they never talk about her. Come on. I'm just not good enough for you, you know, Barbara. You ought to give me that engagement ring back. I'll understand. - I forgive you, pet. - Oh. But promise me one thing. - That I'll never lie to you again? - Mm-hmm. I'll never lie to you again. Never. I promise. Billy, are we going dancing tonight? Billy, are we going dancing tonight, to the Roxy? Don't say anything. There's Arthur's mother. Good afternoon. Good afternoon, Mrs. Crabtree. I don't think youĺve met my sister Sheila. - Sheila, Mrs. Crabtree. - Don't try and be clever with me. I happen to know Barbara very well indeed! Well, I'm catching a bus, actually. But, Billy! I should watch him. JaneWildeblood coming to the last fence for a clear round. No, I'm afraid she's- I'm afraid she's down there. - She was completely unseated. - They build them fences too high. They tumble down. Of course she will be penalized, and that does spoil her chances. Is that our Billy? His old raincoat's been in the bathroom all morning. And if it isn't our Billy, where's his old raincoat been, then? Donĺt you be so cheeky. And what time do you call this? 27 minutes, 13 seconds past 2:00. - I've had a very eventful morning. - Don't pick! You seem to think I've nothin' else better to do but cook. Well, you get no dinner. I've finished cookin' for one day. You ought to start comin' home for dinnertime, instead of gabbin' about town. - Good afternoon, Father. - I've not sat down all morning. If Iĺm not sick- I'm doin' this for you. Do you realize that? You've got Barbara comin' for tea tomorrow, but you won't do anything, will ya? You've no consideration. She sounds like such a nice girl, this Barbara. Go answer that bell. Go on. You're idle and scruffy, and you have no manners. - What are manners? - Talk some sense, man. If that's what they learnt when he went to grammar school, thank God I'm bloody ignorant. - A confession! - Don't be cheeky. - You! - Hello, Rita. Just a minute. Who is it, Billy? Just a minute. Yes, you rotten, lying, cross-eyed git! You're nothing else! Hello, Rita. Sorry I can't ask you in. We're having our chimney swept. They'll be having you swept before I finish. It might just interest you to know I have been down to that jewelers, and they've never heard of you, never mind that flamin' ring. - You must have gone to the wrong shop. - No, I didn't! I went to the right shop. Hendersons in Bridge Street. That's funny. Did you see Mr. McMichael? I saw the fellow behind the counter! Well, you should have asked Mr. McMichael in the workshop. He's my godfather. He's doing it privately. You are rotten to me, Billy. It's true. Ask me dad if you don't believe me. That's me Uncle Ernest. My dear old Uncle Ernest. Oh, I don't know where I am with you, Billy. We're supposed to be engaged! - You once said you didn't want to marry me. - I did not! I said I weren't gonna live in a rotten cottage in Devon, so don't come that one with me. I want that ring back, and I want it tonight! That's just it. I've got to stay in to play Monopoly with Uncle Ernest. Oh, Monopoly! I'll tell you what youĺre doing tonight. You're taking me dancing, to the Roxy. I'll see you outside at 7.:00. And donĺt you be late, right? Barbara- I mean, Rita! Oh, hell. - Afternoon. - Afternoon. Meanwhile in this open race- Hey, come in here, you. Who's she supposed to be? - Oh, just a friend. - That's not the one that's coming for tea tomorrow, is it? - No, that's Barbara. - Well, who's this one, then? Just a friend. She was just passing. She's gone to see her Uncle Ernest. He lives up on that new estate. They're all new houses up there. - I thought you were thinking of getting engaged. - Some has two bedrooms- - Yes, but- - You can't carry on like this. - messin' about with one lass after another. - I realize that. Well, if you are gonna get engaged, why not wait a bit? Some has bathrooms upstairs, and some has bathrooms downstairs. I don't believe in interfering, but if youĺre gonna get engaged, well, bloody get engaged. If youĺre not, well, don't bloody bother. But don't come to me and say that I tried to stop you. It's not that simple, Dad. I haven't really decided what I want to do yet. Well, you couldn't do any worse than me and your mother. When we started, we hadn't two happenings to rub together. I told her, I said, You don't get married till you're 21. - Well, we've managed. - It's not a question of managing, Dad. It's just that I haven't made me mind up yet. You want to make your mind up before she makes it up for you. - If l go to London- - When your mom was 21, I said, - You can do as you like. - Just a minute, Grandma. - Don't come running to me if you can't manage. - Just a minute! - You've got to make- - For God's sake, belt up! You, what? What did you say? Say that again! - I'm only remarking- - Talk bloody properly when you talk to me! What did you say to your grandmother? Ignorant, that's what you are! Hey, look out. That's shirt's clean. I'll clean shirt him, answering his grandmother back like that! - Leave him alone. - Him and his fountain pens and bloody suede shoes. - If he wants to go to London, he can bloody well go. - Oh, but he's not. - I'm finished with him. He can go. - But he's not. - He can pack his things and get going! - I'm telling you, he's not. - I can explain all of this. - Ever since he started work. Grumbling about this. If it isn't his boiled egg, it's something else. - Oh, shut up. - So what do you do? Buy him special corn flakes. - What ifl do? - And why? Because there's a submarine in the package. - He wants putting away. - Now, you just listen to me. - He's not old enough to go to London- - Not old enough? He's old enough to get into the bloody army. - You want to get into the bloody army as well. - Oh, for heaven's sake! Hold your noise, Geoffrey. I can't stand it anymore. I've been cooking in here- Well, every day it's the same. It gets on my nerves. Mom! Mom, i-it's Gran. I t think she's had another of her dos. Now look what you've done. Get her tablets, Geoffrey. Hey, get them tablets out of the dressing table drawer. Go on, go on, move! We must get her onto the couch. She'll be all right there. You'll be all right, love. You'll be all right. Oh, come on, get out of there. I can't wait all day for you. Come on, Geoffrey! Havenĺt you found them yet? Oh, come on, Geoffrey! Hurry up! - You weigh a ton. - Feathers. She wants to burn some feathers. Never mind pills. Here you are. That's it. Put it in your mouth. Come on. Have a sip. - Is she all right? - As all right as she'll ever be. All right. I'll be off, then. - Where's he going? - Oh, we've more to worry about than him. Now you all right, love? We have fought. We have fought long and hard. Now at last, our struggle has been rewarded. Italy is within our grasp! I offer you nothing but liberty, fraternity and equality! Come on! We will rebuild! Cannon and mortar have devastated... our drab and shoddy streets. But this I pledge. Battalions of craftsmen... will change the face of our city. We will build towers! Towers! No less. Fisher! Fisher! Fisher! Overshadowing all events is the massacre at Bluebell Valley. And General Fisher makes a personal pilgrimage... to the war-scarred fields where he himself was wounded. Meanwhile, protests are pouring into the United Nations... as once again a shadow falls across the world. Truly, history has been made again... and in violent fashion. Now then, lad. Afternoon, Councilor. - Well, it's a grand day for it. - Aye. Been watching football, eh? I'm just bound for a walk over the moor. What've you got there? The Crown Jewels? No, gramophone records, LPs. There were naught like that when I were a lad. No record players. We had to make us own music if we wanted it. Male voice choir we used to have. Then there was Chapel Choir. There were two Chapel Choirs because there was another chapel down Moor Cross Road. Ah, but they're all comin' down, all the old buildings. Trams, they've gone. City center, that's all new. Aye, but you could get a glass of beer, meat pie, cigarettes, matches and change out of four pence. - Aye. - Aye. Dost thou think I could climb down yonder? That would eak your neck. Well, I'll have to manage it, whether or not. I'm going down to the police station. Wh-What are you going there for? - Well, we're pulling it down. - That's not, is that? Yeah, that. All yon cottages and all are going. Well, I'll be on my way now, Councilor. So, afternoon. Aye. I say. Come here. You're a right one with them calendars, arenĺt you? - I'd have thought thee had more sense than that, lad. So, you're planning to go to London then, eh? Aye. Just about through with this place. How do you mean? Why, it's neither muckling nor mickling, is it? Thou art taking a rise out of me, young man? No, sir! Well, then just talk as your father and mother ought thee up to talk. I had no education. I had to educate myself. But that's no reason to mock me. Now then, I don't know what else to do yet. I haven't decided. But listen. - Can you take a bit of advice? - Yes, sir. Now, you're a young man. You've got a long way to go, but you can't do it by yourself. Now, think on. Me grandma's poorly. Well, I'm glad to have had the chance of a word with you. Now, think on. We'll be back in London in about three hours, so I'll call you then. - Okay. Bye. - They charged us for four single rooms! Phone calls to London, London, Luton. - Luton? - Excuse me. - Yeah? - Have you anything to do with Mr. Boon? - Can I help you? - I was wondering ifl could have a word with him. - You want an appointment. He's extremely busy. - I have written- Somebody's had 26 other phone calls. - Do you know him? - I've never seen him. Don't turn him away, Bertie. I've got three gross of these to unload. - What's your name, son? - I'm Billy Fisher. To Billy. I haven't put with love. People might get the wrong idea. - Be seeing you. - Uh, no. - I sent you some of my scripts. - Scripts? - You sent me some scripts? - Yes. You wrote me a letter. You said that I was to call and see your manager. Oh, did you? And here you are, eh? Well, so you want to be a scriptwriter, eh, Billy? Well, it's a great life. It really is. How's it going? Have you sold any material? Well, I was hoping that you would be able to use me... in someway as a scriptwriter. Oh, oh, well, that's just it, Billy. You see, I don't maintain a personal script writer. I've got enough to do supporting these layabouts here. 'Course, I'm always in the market for individual gags, you know. And I pay pro rata. Are you ever up in London? - Now and again. - Well, I'll tell you what you do. You pop in and see me at the office. We'll have a bit of a chat. Well, good luck then, Billy, and keep writing, eh? - Has he stood you up, then? - Oh, get off your knees! Come with us. We'll take you home. Won't we, Todd? Yeah, we'll take you home. Come on. - Come on. - Right, then. - Here you are. - Hey! Not so free with the hands! Thanks, mate. - Hello, Liz. - Hello, Billy. - I knew you were back. - Oh, news travels fast. - Where have you been this time? - Here and there. - Up and down. - 'Round and about. - Why didnĺt you ring me up? - I was going to. - Thank you very much. - No, really I was going to. I knew youĺd be here tonight. So I am here, my dear. Me and a few others. - How's everything with you? - Fine. How's the script writing, and how's that book coming along? I finished it. It's gonna be published next Christmas. Count five and tell the truth. Oh, well, I haven't started writing it yet. - Oh, bad as ever. - I've written some scripts. - Have you? Honest? - I've been offered a job in London, script writing. - No! - It's for the comedian Danny Boon. Really? I met him this morning. He was opening the supermarket, and he asked me to cut the tape. So I noticed in the paper. - Well, whenĺre you going? - Oh, soon. - When's soon? - Well, as soon as I can manage. It's a bit vague. Why don't you go now? - Why, it's difficult. - No, it's not. It's easy. You get on a train, and four hours later, there you are in London. It's easy for you. You've had the practice. Shall we go for a walk or something? - Soon. - Thank you. Kookie Twisterella She hasn't got a fella - Hey, Twisterella. - Eh? - It's my song. Me and Arthur wrote it. - Honestly? Yeah, words and music by Fisher and Crabtree. We gave it to them months ago. The never said they were gonna play it tonight. - Did you really write it? - Isn't it great? She hasn't got a fella The kids all have a ball But she doesn't mind at all Congratulations. Oh,just a little thing I scribbled on a menu in a fish restaurant. And I suppose that menu's worth hundreds of pounds. The price offish has risen steeply since the war, my dear. She's got the kind of shake that's irre- Irresistible - Kookie Twisterella - Hang on a minute. - She hasn't got a fella - Somebody over there I'm anxious to avoid. The kids all have a ball but she doesn't mind at all She's Twisterella Yeah, Twisterella - Billy! - Hello, darling. I've been waiting outside for half an hour. I said I'd see you inside. Come on. Let's dance, anyway. I like it. This is my song. Me and Arthur wrote it. - Did you, pet? - Yeah. It's the first time they've played it. - I can't do it. - Of course you can. - Like this with your legs. - What do you do with your feet? - With your hips. - No, pet. Come on. Let's have an orange squash. Come on. But she doesn't mind at all She's Twisterella Yeah, Twisterella Oh, look what crawled out of the corned beef! - Kookie Twisterella - Hello, Rita. - She hasn't got a fella - I don't think you've met Barbara. - The kids all have a ball - Barbara, this is Rita. - But she doesn't mind at all She's Twisterella - Rita, this is Barbara. I 'm very glad you've come, because I think I owe you a word of explanation. A word of explanation? Just get back in the cheese with the other maggots. Will you kindly tell me who this girl is? Oh, get Madam Fancy Knickers! I suppose she's your rotten sister. I thought she was in a rotten iron lung! For your information, I happen to be Billy's fiancÚe. Well, for your information, he happens to be engaged to me! - In front of a witness! - I think I can explain all of this. Explain till you're blue in the rotten face. It'll make no difference to me. I realize this must all seem very confusing to you, Rita. But I thought Barbara had oken the engagement off. - Billy! - You gave that ring to me! - Well, there's been a bit of a mix-up, Rita. - Yeah, there has. Well, you don't handle the goods unless you intend to buy. Ooh, you're rotten. Does this mean you're eaking the engagement off? You don't get off it like that! I want that ring! I've got to know! Have you been having relations with this girl? What do you think he's been doing? Knitting a pullover? Give me that ring! It's mine! I shall give the ring back if and when I eak off the engagement. - Are you gonna give me that ring? - Donĺt you threaten me! I won't threaten you. I'll flatten you. Take off that ring! - No! It's mine! - Give it to me! - Give it to me! - Right. Come on, Gerry. - No! Let me go! - Give me that ring! It's mine! You've had it, Fisher mate. You've had it. Ladies and gentlemen, that last number we just played was called Twisterella. It's a and-new one, and it's written by two of our local boys here, Arthur Crabtree- here's Arthur- and his colleague Billy Fisher. Billy's somewhere in the hall, I know. He's probably cele ating some wonderful news he's had today. - There he is. - Billy Fisher. The man himself! Congratulations, Billy. We just heard of your wonderful job in London... writing scripts for comedian Danny Boon. Congratulations and best of luck. Billy Liar! Ladies and gentlemen, start with us the conga. Stupid! What do you want to tell 'em that for? - Why not? It's all fixed up, isn't it? - Mind your own business! Yes, mate. And that's what you want to do as well. 'Cause listen, I don't know what tale you've been telling my mother... about Barbara being this sister of yours, but she's been going on at me all afternoon, so just pack it in... and grow up! Mr. William Fisher wanted on the telephone, please. Mr. William Fisher! Mr. William Fisher wanted on the telephone. Let's go. Can Mr. William Fisher please come to the telephone? Thank you. Liz, do you find life difficult? You know, I wish it were something you could turn off and start again. You know, like starting a new page in an exercise book. It's been done. Turning over a new leaf. I turn over a new leaf every day, but the blots show through. Billy, who do you love? Thee, lass. - Yes, it sounds like it, doesn't it? - I do, Liz, I do. Say it properly, then. Well, I do, Liz, I do. - I want to marry you, you know, Billy? - I get engaged too often. I don't want to get engaged. I want to get married. Well, uh, we will one day. Yes... one day. - Billy? - What? You know, you know what you wanted me to do that night? When we were walking through the park. And I said another night. Yes. Well, it's another night tonight, isn't it? - Are you sure? - Yes. Uh, well, what-what- - Billy? - Mm-hmm? You know there have been others, don't you? Oh, well, I somehow imagined that there might have been. - Shall I tell you about them? - No, no. Well, go on, then. Tell me about it. - No, not now. - No, tell me about it. - You think that's why I'm always going away? - I don't know. Oh, it's not that. It's- Sometimes I want to go away. It's not you, Billy. It's this town. It's the people we know. I don't like knowing everybody. I don't like becoming a part of things. - Donĺt you know what I mean? - Yes, I do, Liz. I do. What I'd like to be is invisible. I'd like to be able to move around without having to explain anything. Liz, listen. Do you know what I do when I want to feel invisible? Well, I've never told anybody before. I have a sort of- well, it's an imaginary country where I go. - It has its own people. - Do you do that? I knew you would. Oh, Billy, why are we so alike? You know I can read your thoughts. Town- Oh, no, no, no. This is more than a town. It's a whole country. I'm supposed to be the prime minister, and you're the foreign secretary. - Oh, thank you. - I think about it for hours. Sometimes I think if we were married, with a house of our own, we could just sit and imagine ourselves there. - Yes, we could. - I want a room in the house with a green/beige door. It will be a big room, and when we go in it through the door, that's it. That's our country. Nobody else will be allowed in at all. And I thought we could make models of the principal cities out of cardboard... and have toy soldiers painted for the people. We can draw maps. In the afternoon, we could go there and nobody'd find us. We could design our own newspapers. We could make uniforms if we wanted to. It will be our country. Let's have a model train that the kids won't be allowed to use. Oh, Liz, Liz, will you marry me? Yes, Billy. Oh, Liz. - What is it? - It's nothing. Whoever's out there is gonna get their bastard teeth knocked down their throat! I'm the prime minister, and you're the foreign secretary. Leave them, Billy. Oh, leave them. They're not worth it. The whole place isn't worth it. Bastards. Look, Billy, why donĺt you go to London? I'll come with you. Oh, it would be marvelous if we could. But we can, Billy, we can. What's there to stop us? - There are all sorts of arrangements to make. - No, there's not. You just buy a ticket and get on a train. That's all you have to do. - Well, you can't just go. - Yes, you can. We could go tonight. - There's a midnight train. It gets into London at 7.:00. - What, tonight, Liz? Yes, 12:05 from Central Station. We'll be in London tomorrow. Breakfast at Lyon's. Hyde Park in the afternoon. Piccadilly tomorrow evening. - Look, what time is it? - I-It's just after 10:00. I'm going, Billy. Are you coming with me? - Yes, Liz, I'm coming. - Are you sure? I'm coming with you. Right. I'll meet you at the barrier at about 12:00, all right? - Fine, yeah. - What are you gonna tell your father and mother? Oh, they know about it already, more or less. - Billy, you won't let me down, will you? - No, of course I won't. We're going to London! Father, the men- they're coming up the drive! Yeah. Oh, I see. Oh, oh, I see. She's still with her, is she? Right. Thank you very much. Good-bye. Well, what time of night do you call this? It's only 10:00. Why? Do you want some chips ing in? Never mind chips. They're down at the infirmary. - Who? - You mother and your grandmother. Who the hell do you think? Your grandmotherĺs been taken badly again. Why? What's up with her? What's always up with her? You should know. I've been ringing that bloody dance hall for the past hour, trying to get word to you. Why donĺt you go where you say youĺre going? Is it serious or something? Your mother wants you down at the infirmary. Go on. Go on and get yourself a taxi ordered. Hello. Speedway Taxis? Could you send a cab to 23 Ringway Crescent, please? It's to go to the infirmary. Oh, good, good. Thank you. Be about ten minutes. - You don't go up there. - I'm just- - You don't go up there, I said. - I'm just gonna get washed. Well, you can stop looking. You don't go up there. I'm fed up with you, with your idling and your meddling ways and all of the things besides. - What's up? - What's up? - What did you do with that letter of your mother's? - What letter? - That letter that you promised to post for her. - I posted it. You posted bloody nothing! I -I did post it. That's just the rough copy. Don't tell me your lies. I found it upstairs in the wardrobe. - Hey, and what about them calendars as well? - What calendars? I'll give you what if you don't stop saying what to me, young man. You can't keep your hands off nothing, can you? I've got it all from Councilor Duxbury. What have you been doing with their petty cash? And where is that monkey wrench out of my garage? What would I want with a monkey wrench? What do you want with 200 calendars? You're not right in your head! Don't bloody shout at me! - I'll knock you into next week! - God give me strength. Strength! He wants to give you some sense. You're like a bloody Mary Ann. You ought to be grateful you've got a job in an office. Grateful, grateful! Grateful for this, for that! That's all I've ever heard! Grateful you let me go to the grammar school since the first day I went there! - It's a chance we never had! - And don't we bloody well know it? I've got to be grateful for winning my own scholarship! And what did you say when I came running home to tell you I'd won it? That youĺd have to pay for the uniform, and I ought to be grateful! And I'm supposed to be grateful to Shadrack and Duxbury... for letting me sit in one of their rotten, stinking desks all day! Well, you took the job on, and you'll stop it when all that money's paid back. - I'm not. I'm leaving. - What do you mean, you're leaving? - I'm going to London. - What the hell do you think you can do in London? - Write scripts. - Don't talk so bloody wet. You ought to do a proper day's work. Who's gonna run this business? You once told me you didn't want me in the business! Only because you were too bloody idle, that's all. Somebody's got to carry it on! Who's gonna keep your mother? - You're not retiring, are you? - I'll give you a kick up your backside. I'm not arguing about it. I'm going. Go, then. I'm finished with you. And don't think youĺre gonna take my suitcase with you, either. My husband had a bad accident three years back. - Did he? - He's all right now, but at the time- We looked all over for you, lad. - Where's me grandma? - In there. They've got that black doctor to her. She can't talk. We're just waiting. She was all right just after you went out. Then when your father came home, we were all just watching television... and she slumps forward in her chair... and she started to slaver, just like a-just like a baby. Will she be all right? I don't know, lad. I... don't know. Well, you've got yourself into a fine mess, havenĺt you? So it would seem. I'm only thankful she knows nothing about it. Why didnĺt you post that letter of mine to Housewives' Choice? I did post it. I just wrote it out again, that's all. - What for? - There was some mistakes in it. I thought it would stand a better chance if it was more grammatical, that's all. Well, we can't all be Shakespeares, can we? Anyway, we're going to sit down tomorrow and go over everything you've done... and everything you've taken. Yes, well, I won't be here tomorrow. - How do you mean? - I'm going to London. I'd have been to the station already, well, if it hadn't been for Grandma. If youĺre in any more trouble, Billy, it's not something you can leave behind you, you know? You put it in your suitcase, and you take it with you. Mother, I said I'm going, and I'm definitely going. Mrs. Fisher, would you come this way, please? Three passengers on a Belfast plane... were Mr. Goose, Mr. Gander and the Reverend Mr. Gosling. They did not know each other. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. - T ea? - Please. - Sixpence. - Al I right. Ta. Your grandma died at seven minutes past eleven. It's hot. - Do you want to go in and see her? - Uh, no. I can't drink it. What time train you're supposed to be catching? Around midnight. So... I've got to go... or I won't catch it. You haven't got any money. Yes, I have. I've managed to save a few pounds. Do you want me to get you a taxi? No. I've got some papers to sign first. We don't say much, but- but we need you at home, lad. Yes, well, I mean, I- I won't be away for long. I'll- You know, I'll just get fixed up. Well, I can come home next weekend. See, I've got to go, or I'll miss the train. I'm sorry about me grandma. Officers and gentlemen of the Am osian Militia, we are assembled here at the graveside... to pay our respects to a great lady. There are many of us who would not be here today... but for her tender mercies. Although in her later years she was limbless from the waist down, she struggled valiantly to combat ignorance and disease. Although she will be remembered by the world... as the inventor of penicillin and radium, we of this proud regiment... will remember her as our friend, the Lady of the Lamb. Sir? Sir? - A ticket to London. - Single or return? - Single. - Two pound, eight and three, please. - She'll look after you, son, I'm telling you. - Yeah. - Fifteen shillings. - You'll be all right. Of course you will. - What time's your train in the morning? - About six-ish. Six-ish, is it? She'll see you arrive on time. - Have a nice eakfast before you go, wonĺt you? - Of course I will. - We'll look after him, won't we? - He'll be all right. You'll be all right. When will you be back in country to see us? That young man is blind drunk. What a shame. That poor girl. You shouldn't drink, and you wouldn't get like this! Get that man in the guardhouse. He'll feel great in the morning. Come on. Come on! Ah! Oh, look what's crawled out of the cheese! Hello, Lisa. From forest and lea we come. Um, what happened to Barbara, then? I don't know, and I don't care. You think youĺre somebody, donĺt you? I'll tell you something. You're not! You're nobody. I'm sorry. You can have the ring, for all I care. That ring? I wouldn't touch it. Go on, get away. You're just muck. Come on, you. Come on! I go walking at night. Left, right, left, right. - Hi. - I had to walk. Oh, never mind. Do you good. Just missed the last bus. I saw it going. I turned the corner, and there it was moving on. Oh, yeah. So I walked. I went through the back streets. I passed me old school. There you are. - Come on, you birds! We can't wait all night! - All right, we're here. - Here you are. - Do you have the tickets? - Ta. - Ta. Well, I seem to have three face cloths and no tooth ush. So I can borrow yours, can't I? Yes. Have you got some cigarettes? - Yes, I've got some. Do you want one? - Uh, no. It's stuffy in here. Where are we going? Is it worth the money? I don't know. Who's gonna kick for me tomorrow night, then? - Oh, not again! - You love that! Yeah, but I had to leave, didn't I? I had to pay the rent. And too many parties and all. I hope you're not gonna talk all night like last time. We can't get anything to eat on this train, can we? Never mind. I 've got some sandwiches with me. Well, would you like me to get you a drink? No, not really. - Penzance. - Penzance? Yeah, and then we're back to Scotland. Wait a minute. There's a milk machine on the station. - I can go and get you some. - I don't really want any. No, i-i-it'll only take a minute. Save me a place. Hurry up, Billy! I wonder if that kind lady would let me share her gaff. That kind lady'll give you a punch up the throat. - Just gonna get some milk. - You haven't got long. Am osia, Am osia...
I am Katsumi. I am a samurai. I am Katsumi. I am the samurai. There he is. Guess what, you stupid Jap? You owe us a 100 bucks. The drugs you sold us sucked! Hey, you better have it by tonight. By tonight! Get wracked man, look into the mirror. It's no joke, Jap. It's no joke, Jap. It's a 100 bucks! It's not a joke, Jap. You owe us 100 bucks! Want it? You want it? You Jap! You're a Jap! We want our money today! Hi, Katsumi. Oh, your hair looks terrible. Why don't run a comb through it? Comb? What's that? I got to go. -Wait! You got a letter today, from the community college. -Ma, I don't want to go to college. It's a load of crap... straight out the donkey's ass. -Katsumi! You watch your mouth. Especially in front of Grandpa. Shame, shame. Hi, dear. How was practice? I fell down, twice. I swear I'll never learn the routine. -Katsumi got into his dream college today, here's the acceptance letter. -Big deal! I'm sure he's more interested in screwing that bitch girlfriend of his. -Eat me, slut! You are queen of the high school whores! -Shut up! At least I'm not President of the National Pusher's Society. -Holly, Katsumi, cut it out! Why can't you two be more like your other, Marvin? -Hello? Hi, Holllyy-yy-yy-yyy. -Hi, Muff. Hey, snot rag! me and the girls have a plaaannnnn. It's wicked, and wild. It'll destroy our number one enemy. -You mean, Sally? -Yeah. -So, what's the plan, Muff? -Don't you think it would be sort of funny if the principal received a letter describing Sally's drug problem, you know? -Wow! A nasty letter, huh? -Sure. And for it to be really convincing, the letter would have to be siiiigned by one of us. -Who is this, us?. -Um...us. You know, a fellow classmate, a fellow cheerleader, some...concerned friend, a trustworthy citizen, somebody with a high grade-point-average. High GPA! High GPA! High GPA! -I don't know if I like this plan anymore... -It's too late. The principal got your letter... this afternooooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-on! -Oh, my God! Bye Holly! Bye, Holly! Bye, Holly! Bye, Hol-- -Holly, I talked to the lawyer again today, Holly. He says that we have a very strong case, old man. Your illness can be linked to your job at Good Machine Chemicals. God, that corporation really messed you up... -Hello? Hey, boyfriend, let me give you the rundown. Raul needs $20 worth of speed, Spencer wants the same amount. And some new guy -- Fagtoast, he's called -- wants about $300 worth of crystal meth. -Uh-huh....let's meet at the mall in 20 minutes, and then we'll go to the Funzone. Okay? -Okay. -Bye, Eightball. -Gosh, we were just talking about you. Have a seat, please. -Thanks. Well, I don't usually make house calls, but, I've got some good news. I have stumbled across some documents. These documents link your father's illness with the job he had several years ago. According to these records, he assembled car batteries with no protection of any sort. No rubber gloves... no shields... and no safety precautions. This is quite dangerous. Don't you understand? This case could win us millions, dig? -Did you hear that? How wonderful! -There is one hitch, though. As long as he is alive, we don't really have a financially viable case. Ma'am, your father must die before we can begin our profitable...harvest, and reap all that... sweet...bookage. You know? Do you have a bathroom? -I'll show you to it. Here's the bathroom, Mr. Lawyer. It's sort of my hideout. Do you like it? -Oh... -Listen, do you think I'm pretty? -Yes...very. And also very young... -Not that young. And I'm not a stupid virgin, if that's what you're hinting at. -So, you've experienced the joy, and... ecstasy of the natural... configuration of... man and...woman? -God, your big words turn me on! -My dear Father, I won't let them get you for any amount of money. Do you understand? As long as I am alive, I will keep that greedy lawyer away from your body nourishing IV's and life supporting tubes. Oh! It's medicine time. Ladies first... You'll get yours in a little while. God, I'd be a fool to say goodbye to this candy store. -Did you like it, sir? -Baby, baby... You must be Katsumi. I see you ought Eightball along. -Hey Faggytoasty, where's your cash? -You'll have to excuse me. I just took a very satisfying dump. I don't really do it in these public places very often, but, I mean, who does, right? Cut the poetry, Fagtoast. Where's your $300? -Oh, I see. You want me to eliminate the verbosity, and do all my talking with my wallet. -This freak gives me the willies. Let's leave this pig hole... -Not so fast, pig girl. -Hi, dear. How was work? -Bad. Really bad... Bad. -What happened? -I got another one of these damn things. Another lousy death threat, that's three of these this week alone. -What does this one say? -Well, the usual, You're not wanted here. You are to blame for America's problems. If you don't quit we're going to tan your chink hind. Jesus, I can't believe they still think I'm a chink. I am not a chink, I'm a jap! We're japs. Chink is not the same as jap, there's a big, big difference. -Hello? -Hey, you... stupid... lying... little hole! -Oh, wait Sally, it wasn't my idea. Let me explain-- -Explain? Your dirty letter full of lies, just got me, Sally, booted from the squad. I'm gonna kill your ass. You dirty mule. -Stop waving that toy around, pork lover. -Toy? Ha! You are mistaken, my okie dokie, smelly little friend. This is no meer cap gun-- -That's a toy! You shot me... -That's correct, my piggy, piggy, piggy little friend. -Hey, how's the old man today? -Oh, he's fine. Weren't you good today? I don't know why you bothered to talk to him. He's a vegetable. -He's my father, show a little more respect. -Please, Sally, I still want us to be friends. I'm really sorry. -Oh, we'll see how sorry you are, Holly when I show your parents the sex video. -What sex video? -Oh, you know... the one you made with your daddy's video camera... showing you, and Rex... doing that salami dance. -You're lying! I know you don't have my video. -Think again, loser. Maybe I accidentally took it home with me after last weekend's slumber party at your place. -We got a letter from the community college today. Good news for a change, they accepted Katsumi. -Funny how that doesn't make me happy. Let's face it, our boy Katsumi is a real blooming freak. And that horror matinee girlfriend of his is a freak too. It's strange how Marvin turned out so much better than Katsumi. -Yes. Marvin is in his room right now studying. And to think, he'll be a man in uniform at West Point next year... Oh, I'm so proud -Let's not talk about next year. We should be worried about now. We have to prepare for the end, it is near. I've already made my preparations, I quit my job today. We must be ready. -You quit your job? -That's correct. -What about our financial situation? I mean, with you out of work, and Holly's cheerleading camp coming up, and, I mean, I don't know how we'll be able to make ends meet. -Don't worry about a thing, honey. Now things may seem a bit strange, but we have to have faith in something larger weather these storms. We must believe. -This sucks. What are we going to do? -Don't tell my parents. This type of thing freaks them out. -Where's that video?! Hello? -I can't wait for your parents to see you... spread eagle, then being porked by-- -Why don't you leave me alone? -Whoa, slow down, Holly. -Wow... -Baby, baby... I just called to tell you how much fun I had in your bathroom this afternoon. Me too, you know. -Holly, listen... I'm taking a trip to New York -- The Big Apple -- I wanted you to come with me tonight. -Oh, my God. I can't go, my parents wouldn't let me. And besides, I'd be missing school. -I'm sure you could come up with some cunning lies to cover your tracks. -Well, yeah. Uh, I'm really good at lying. -Good, this trip you will not regret, and will never forget. -God, it's late. And I haven't even started dinner yet. -Hey, don't sweat it. Just order pizza, and have them deliver it to us. -That's a great idea. You know, home delivered pizza always reminds me of the old days, when we were first married. -And when you were still on the pill. -Yeah, when you weren't impotent. Eightball! So do you understand what you're mission is? -Yes, you want me to go back to the Funzone and sell exactly $100 worth of drugs for you. -Yeah, and then come right back. I don't want you to blow that cash on speed, smack, uppers, downers, panties... -I understand. I'm just sort of paranoid about going back to Funzone. That creepy Fagtoast might be lurking around. -Take this with you for protection. Okay? Who is it? -It's your father. Can I come in? -Yeah, in a second. Come in, Dad. I got to go. -So, Dad, did you hear the good news? I got into my dream community college. -I heard. Listen, I'm really worried about you. -What are you worried about? I'm grown up. You should be worried about Holly. -Holly is fine. She studies hard, gets good grades, socializes with the smart crowd, and is a cheerleader. Yeah... but she doesn't have any fun. Kazumi, there is more to life than fun. -Hello? -Hi, sugar-snatch, snack-a-roo. -Oh, hi, Rex! What's up? Oh, you know, nothing. -Where are you calling from? -I'm calling from our phone. You know, the one you lost your virginity in? God, the night we popped your cherry was a night to remember. Hubba! Ah! Ah! Hey, you know, if you change the 'R' to an 'S,' Rex turns into sex, right? Rex, stop it, you're embarrassing me. -Oh, Sugarbear, you are so hot. You know, you really sizzled my wiener last night, girly. Yeah, it was a real weiner roast. -Holly is a model of chastity, I know that for a fact. Marvin is also a virtuous teen guy. You, on the other hand, are an embarrassment to this family. You are the mutated stain on the yellow silk of this clan. -Rex? -What? -Well... I... am still a little bit worried about it. -What's it? -You know... my monthly visit. -God, Rex! I'm still waiting for my little friend... to be... you know? My monthly visit? My period, you birdhead! I'm still waiting for my period! And I hope to God your sperm hasn't knocked me up with your love child. -Hello? -Hi, this is Sally. -Hi, Sally. Do you want me to get Holly for you? -Oh, well, no. You see, I'm sort of trying to organize something. It's a surprise, for Holly. -Hello, Eightball. I'm surprised to see you here -- well, what with the messy turn of events today, and everything. -Are you going to shoot me, Fagtoast? Why don't you do it now, and spare me your windbag, fart gas, headache inducing speech, okay? -I don't want to shoot you, Eightball. If you must know, I kind of like your toughness. But, I want to know what would make you come back here to Funzone. This place must surely hold for you and your wounded Kazumi some unpleasant memories. What would make you come back here? -Revenge, my dear Fagtoast, revenge. Now, empty your pockets you worm, or I'll fry you. -You see, Holly's been with the cheerleading squad for about a year now. And part of our tradition is that on your one year anniversary with us, we throw you a surprise cake and video party. Where we all get to socialize and pig out, and watch the notorious cheerleader bloopers video tape. -You know, it does sound fun. -Yeah, well, what I'd like to ask you, though, is can we hold this at your house? Like, later tonight? I know it's short notice... -Sure, I think it's a wonderful idea. -Wow, faboo! Listen, this is a secret party, so Holly can't know anything about it, okay? -How'd it go, Eightball? -Fabulous, Kazumi, fabulous. Hey, your leg looks kind of sick. Forget my leg. Did you get the money? -I got you your money, and I also got us... some really groovy drugs. -Where'd you get this stuff? -At Funzone, from our friend, Fagtoast. -What? -I hijacked him, and get a load of this... over $1.000 cash. -Hi, Marvin. How's my favorite boy doing? -Hi, Ma. -I hope all your high school activities are going smoothly. Math team, National Honor Society, Science Club, Student United Nations. I can't believe how much you do, and still manage to ing home those good grades. I think maybe you should relax a little bit. I mean, well not neglect your studies completely, or anything stupid like that, but like, you know. Take a day off, go have some fun, go out with a girl, socialize a little... get laid. -I had a super day today! That nice Mr. Lawyer came by the house today. -Is that right, dumpling? -Yeah, he's so nice. He said I was cute. -Was your mother around when he said this to you? -No. -Well, when did he say this to you? -Uh... he said all this when the two of us were in the bathroom. -Oh my God. Now, Holly... I want you to speak the truth to me, okay? What happened in the bathroom? Did he touch your buds? -Please, Dad! The lawyer is such a nice man, and he smells nice too. -Holly, did he finger your buds? Answer me, yes or no. -Okay... Yes... -What else did the lawyer do to you? Well... -Did he try to get a base hit? A double? A triple? Holly, he did he try to whack the mighty homerun? -How are you this evening? -Oh, I'm fine. How about you? -Oh, I'm fine. Hey... I think I saw you the other day. -Where? At the supermarket? -No... -The savings and loan, maybe? -No... I hope you don't get too sore when you find this out, but, my bedroom kind of looks into your bathroom. And sometimes, you know, when you step out of the shower, I can catch a glimpse -- well, nothing x rated. I swear! -I had to pretend to be an electric pencil sharpener, and I had to pretend to sharpen his pencil as fast as I could. -Did you play any other games with the lawyer? -No, just the pencil game. He could only do that once. Are you mad at me, Dad? -No, dear... you are my little doll. I could never be mad at you for anything. But, in the future, it is very important for you to think first about your purity, and the purity of this family's name. We may be called upon very soon to testify, in which case it is important that we all be as pure as the driven snow. Do you understand? -Oh, Dad, I love you. -You'll have to pay me in some way. -There's a lot more where this came from. Plus a salad, any toppings you want -- a garlic ead? -That sounds like a fair swap. But as part of the deal, I also want you to ing me a piping hot loaf of cheese ead. -Okay... Bye. -I can tell by the way you're looking at me that you don't approve of the way I acted around that pizza boy. Well, before you say anything else, let me just tell you that I have my own sexual needs and desires that just aren't being met by you-know-who. Hello. Welcome to Panorama Sex Lands. Our rates are as follows: $4.95 for the first minute, $3.50 for each additional minute. Our voice models are hot, horny, and well-mannered. Your discretion is guaranteed. Press one for our straight menu, two for bi, three for gay. Thank you. Please select a category: Press one for yuppy fun, two for sugar daddy fantasies, three for high school boy action, four for subcultures studs. Thank you. Please select a voice model type. Press one for heavy metal delinquent, two for teenage rasta runaway, three for well-muscled skinhead. Thank you, have a great session with your skin head lover. Hello? -Hello, Holly. So you are all packed, right? -Oh, my God. Yes, yes, yes! -Well, good. I can be outside your house in about 30 minutes. -Okay, Tom Sawyer the lawyer... Bye! And the score is...Holly, six. Rex...zero. Yay! -How does your leg feel? -Sort of messy. Hey, let's take some fo those drugs you stole from Fagtoast. -Hm, that sounds suave. You know what else we could do? -No, what? -We could figure out how we're going to spend this money. I need a new image, new clothes, new hair, maybe a new manicure. I'm so sick of the tired way I look. -Who is it? It's me, Marvin. -Come in. Hi, Katsumi. I was wondering if you have the vacuum cleaner. -Vacuum cleaner... Hey Marvin, come here. I want to show you something. I've been shot. -Kazumi, you should get to a hospital. -Confucius say hospitals, are for pussies. -You're insane, you're going to bleed to death. Hey, it's my life... live fast, die young. -Live, stupid, die dumb. -Hey Marvin, what's wrong with you? You seem a little distracted today. -Oh, it's Ma. She just won't get off my back. One of these days, I'm going to explode. -I have just the medicine for you. This potion is a tonic for a troubled soul. When you're feeling down, sniff some up, you'll restore your optimism, and your zest... that's a promise. -Old man, you're so weak, and pathetic. After the apocalypse, we won't have any more use for you. Maybe I should just get rid of you right now. Oh, greater powers give me a sign if you think I should do away with the old man tonight. -What happened? -That...was a sign. -God, I hate that stupid Rex boy. What a creep! I wish I had never met him and his sperm. But he has that fast swimming sperm. I read somewhere that those are the ones you're supposed to stay far away from. Oh, my God. I have to pee. I guess my moment of truth is near. -The end is not near, the end is now. Brick through the window, the death threats at work, the final judgment process is beginning, and I am ready. -What are you looking for? -A bottle. -Why? -To pee into, waxhead. That way, I don't have to leave your room. You know how much I hate having to deal with your creepy family. -What's going on here? Puke-a-tee. Puke-a-tee. -Hello, Katsumi, Eightball. Surprised? -I thought you were the together teenage boy. Now what? You decide to get interested in this weirdo pervert trash? This sick business of yours makes Katsumi look like an angel! -How did you find our par-tay? -Well, after your darling Eightball mugged me at Fanzone, she was careless enough to let me follow her back here to this cozy hole. And I stood outside that window, and I watched you count my money, test drive each other's bodies, and then, last but not least, sniff up my smack. When the entertainment level, in this room dropped to zero. Then I crawled through the window. The pleasure's wrong, the pleasure must stop. The pleasure is wrong, the pleasure must stop. The pleasure is wrong, the pleasure must stop. -We should get you to a counselor right away. Probably too late to do you any good... Marvin, you are not my son, you will never be my son again. But, you are the pervert in the back bedroom. -One, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten. -I caught our son looking at a smut magazine, and manhandling himself. -Oh, I know all about Katsumi's habits. He can't hide that masturbation routine from me. Well, I've known about it since he was 14. The stained underpants were the giveaway. -I'm not talking about Katsumi... it was Marvin. -Well, I wouldn't get too upset, dear. I mean, the way that boy works and studies, it's only natural that he should let off a little steam by fingering his thingy. -Listen, the smut magazine he was looking at while he was yanking it, was one of those men only magazines. -What? -Marvin, the pervert in the back bedroom. Is... is a... I don't know what to call him. He's a man lover. -I've decided we're going to play a game, and the game we're going to play is called Me. And this is how it works; I can do whatever I want to do. But the two of you, however, are not allowed to do anything. Oh, there's one more rule. If you shout for help or try to escape, I get to shoot you. Who the hell are you? And what do you want? -I want to talk to Katsumi, now. -You want to talk to Katsumi? Oh, look, Katsumi has a message for you. He says, Go hang yourself, you pathetic geek! -They hung up on me! -What about our money, man. -Tonight, we're going to have our own Pearl Harbor! -Yeah! -Dear, let's talk about this later. I don't think Grandpa should have to listen to anymore this messiness. -Will you forget about him for a second? We are in the midst of a major family spiritual crisis. We must purify ourselves, and we must begin with Marvin. -Stop it! I don't want to hear any more of this. -I swear you're sick too-- What am I going to do with this family of freaks? Hi, where's the VCR? -You two punks are insipidly weak and are going to pay for being so dumb. -You lizard! -I'm sick of you Katsumi. I'm going to have to shoot you. I-- I don't get it. I didn't shoot... -Kazumi is dead. How about that? -God, Holly is right about that period thing. I might be a father soon... I don't know. Doesn't scare me... I'm all grown up. -Hi, so nice to see you again. How are you? Oh, excuse me. You will never be my son again, you are the pervert in back bedroom. the pervert in the back bedroom... the pervert in the back bedroom... -One, two, gonna stick it in you! Three, four, babay, we won't close our doors. Five, six-- -Are you ready? -Yeah. -'Cause you're T-I-R-E-D! You're tired! That's you. And the administration, put crabs in your fish tanks Ka-boom! Grandpa, grandpa, dear old man. Judgment day is now in hand, I'll survive to see the dawn. But you're not man enough to come along. Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Another innocent man swept into my ring of fire. Another little child about to be sucked into the wretched world of the Bangkok sex industry. In just a few weeks, Holly will be a ainwashed child porno star with no link to her suburban past. Hey, watch the Beamer! I'll sue your ass! Shut up, ats! Here comes Holly! Oh, Holly! What are you doing with that pillow? You're so silly. Oh, there's Rex. -Surprise, Holly! I hope your mom is enjoying your special home movies. -Holly-- what-- Oh, my God! Hi, girls. -Marvin-- Marvin go back to-- Someone turn off this filth! I'm Marvin, I'm on drugs! And I'm the pervert in the back bedroom! -Shut up! Shut up! I guess I'm gonna have to shoot you... and then it'll all seem like some kind of lover's suicide. Isn't romance touching? Where's Katsumi? -Hi, Mr. Skinhead. You're here to take me away, right? You're here to rescue me! Get me out of here, please. Get me out of here! -Beelzebub's army has finally arrived. Dirty agents of the apocalypse are trying to get my pure family. I must decimate those phynx. You're lucky, old man. You might live to see the new day, you can thank me later. Now, I must protect my flock. Mr. Skinhead... I think I like you. -Don't you ever touch Adolf! -So, what now, Fagtoast? -This is it Eightball. Bye- bye. -This is it Eightball, bye-bye. This is it Eightball, bye-bye! -Ahhhhh! -Oh, my God. This is too weird. Number Eight, calling mothership. Number Eight, calling mothership. Research mission completed. Will be returning with specimen for further analysis. -Holly! Holl-- Take these flowers. I bought them for you. They'd be perfect-- Holly! Marry me! I love you! Holly! Holly? -Hiya, Tom Sawyer the lawyer. I ought you a gift, I hope you like roses. -Konichiwa. That means, Thank you. Let's go.
curious music -Katsumi I am Katsumi. I am a samurai. I am Katsumi. I am the samurai. punk music Have you heard how sun is burning? Katsumi yelling and screeching Like some ight, erotic, star continues yelling and screeching And he lights up the proceedings And raises the temperature -Tabetha the Skinhead There he is. grunting and screaming groans loudly Guess what, you stupid Jap? You owe us a 100 bucks. The drugs you sold us sucked! Hey, you better have it by tonight. By tonight! Get wracked man, look into the mirror. laughs It's no joke, Jap. It's no joke, Jap. It's a 100 bucks! It's not a joke, Jap. You owe us 100 bucks! Want it? yelling You want it? You Jap! You're a Jap! We want our money today! curious music -Ma Hi, Katsumi. Oh, your hair looks terrible. Why don't run a comb through it? -mockingly Comb? What's that? I got to go. -Wait! You got a letter today, from the community college. -Ma, I don't want to go to college. It's a load of crap... straight out the donkey's ass. -Katsumi! You watch your mouth. Especially in front of Grandpa. Shame, shame. playful music Hi, dear. How was practice? -Holly I fell down, twice. I swear I'll never learn the routine. -Katsumi got into his dream college today, here's the acceptance letter. -Big deal! I'm sure he's more interested in screwing that bitch girlfriend of his. -Eat me, slut! You are queen of the high school whores! -Shut up! At least I'm not President of the National Pusher's Society. -Holly, Katsumi, cut it out! Why can't you two be more like your other, Marvin? spacey tones phone ringing -Hello? -singing Hi, Holllyy-yy-yy-yyy. cackles -Hi, Muff. -singing Hey, snot rag! me and the girls have a plaaannnnn. It's wicked, and wild. It'll destroy our number one enemy. -You mean, Sally? -Yeah. -So, what's the plan, Muff? -Don't you think it would be sort of funny if the principal received a letter describing Sally's drug problem, you know? -Wow! A nasty letter, huh? -Sure. And for it to be really convincing, the letter would have to be siiiigned by one of us. -Who is this, us?. -Um...us. You know, a fellow classmate, a fellow cheerleader, some...concerned friend, a trustworthy citizen, somebody with a high grade-point-average. singing High GPA! High GPA! High GPA! -I don't know if I like this plan anymore... -It's too late. The principal got your letter... this afternooooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-on! -Oh, my God! -Muffy over the phone Bye Holly! Bye, Holly! scary voice Bye, Holly! Bye, Hol-- spacey tones -Holly, I talked to the lawyer again today, Holly. He says that we have a very strong case, old man. Your illness can be linked to your job at Good Machine Chemicals. God, that corporation really messed you up... phone rings -Hello? -Eightball over the phone Hey, boyfriend, let me give you the rundown. Raul needs $20 worth of speed, Spencer wants the same amount. And some new guy -- Fagtoast, he's called -- wants about $300 worth of crystal meth. -Uh-huh....let's meet at the mall in 20 minutes, and then we'll go to the Funzone. Okay? -Okay. -Bye, Eightball. smooth jazz -Gosh, we were just talking about you. Have a seat, please. -Thanks. Well, I don't usually make house calls, but, I've got some good news. I have stumbled across some documents. These documents link your father's illness with the job he had several years ago. According to these records, he assembled car batteries with no protection of any sort. No rubber gloves... no shields... and no safety precautions. This is quite dangerous. Don't you understand? This case could win us millions, dig? -Did you hear that? How wonderful! -There is one hitch, though. As long as he is alive, we don't really have a financially viable case. Ma'am, your father must die before we can begin our profitable...harvest, and reap all that... sweet...bookage. You know? Do you have a bathroom? -I'll show you to it. playful music Here's the bathroom, Mr. Lawyer. It's sort of my hideout. Do you like it? -Oh... -Listen, do you think I'm pretty? smooth jazzy music -Yes...very. And also very young... -Not that young. And I'm not a stupid virgin, if that's what you're hinting at. -So, you've experienced the joy, and... ecstasy of the natural... configuration of... man and...woman? -God, your big words turn me on! -My dear Father, I won't let them get you for any amount of money. Do you understand? As long as I am alive, I will keep that greedy lawyer away from your body nourishing IV's and life supporting tubes. Oh! It's medicine time. Ladies first... You'll get yours in a little while. sighs God, I'd be a fool to say goodbye to this candy store. -Did you like it, sir? -Baby, baby... fast rock music -Fagtoast You must be Katsumi. I see you ought Eightball along. -Hey Faggytoasty, where's your cash? -You'll have to excuse me. I just took a very satisfying dump. I don't really do it in these public places very often, but, I mean, who does, right? -clears throat Cut the poetry, Fagtoast. Where's your $300? -Oh, I see. You want me to eliminate the verbosity, and do all my talking with my wallet. -This freak gives me the willies. Let's leave this pig hole... -Not so fast, pig girl. curious music -Hi, dear. How was work? -Bad. Really bad... Bad. -What happened? -I got another one of these damn things. Another lousy death threat, that's three of these this week alone. -What does this one say? -Well, the usual, You're not wanted here. You are to blame for America's problems. If you don't quit we're going to tan your chink hind. Jesus, I can't believe they still think I'm a chink. I am not a chink, I'm a jap! We're japs. Chink is not the same as jap, there's a big, big difference. phone rings -Hello? -Hey, you... stupid... lying... little hole! -Oh, wait Sally, it wasn't my idea. Let me explain-- -Explain? Your dirty letter full of lies, just got me, Sally, booted from the squad. I'm gonna kill your ass. You dirty mule. -Stop waving that toy around, pork lover. -Toy? Ha! You are mistaken, my okie dokie, smelly little friend. This is no meer cap gun-- -That's a toy! gun shot stuttering You shot me... -That's correct, my piggy, piggy, piggy little friend. -Hey, how's the old man today? -Oh, he's fine. Weren't you good today? -Dad I don't know why you bothered to talk to him. He's a vegetable. -He's my father, show a little more respect. -Please, Sally, I still want us to be friends. I'm really sorry. -Oh, we'll see how sorry you are, Holly when I show your parents the sex video. -What sex video? -Oh, you know... the one you made with your daddy's video camera... showing you, and Rex... doing that salami dance. -You're lying! I know you don't have my video. -Think again, loser. Maybe I accidentally took it home with me after last weekend's slumber party at your place. -We got a letter from the community college today. Good news for a change, they accepted Katsumi. -Funny how that doesn't make me happy. Let's face it, our boy Katsumi is a real blooming freak. And that horror matinee girlfriend of his is a freak too. It's strange how Marvin turned out so much better than Katsumi. -Yes. chuckles Marvin is in his room right now studying. And to think, he'll be a man in uniform at West Point next year... spacey tones sighs Oh, I'm so proud -Let's not talk about next year. We should be worried about now. We have to prepare for the end, it is near. I've already made my preparations, I quit my job today. We must be ready. -You quit your job? -That's correct. -What about our financial situation? I mean, with you out of work, and Holly's cheerleading camp coming up, and, I mean, I don't know how we'll be able to make ends meet. -Don't worry about a thing, honey. Now things may seem a bit strange, but we have to have faith in something larger weather these storms. We must believe. anxious music -This sucks. What are we going to do? -Don't tell my parents. This type of thing freaks them out. -Where's that video?! phone rings Hello? -I can't wait for your parents to see you... spread eagle, then being porked by-- phone rings -Why don't you leave me alone? -Whoa, slow down, Holly. -Wow... -Baby, baby... I just called to tell you how much fun I had in your bathroom this afternoon. -giggles Me too, you know. -Holly, listen... I'm taking a trip to New York -- The Big Apple -- I wanted you to come with me tonight. -Oh, my God. I can't go, my parents wouldn't let me. And besides, I'd be missing school. -I'm sure you could come up with some cunning lies to cover your tracks. -Well, yeah. Uh, I'm really good at lying. -Good, this trip you will not regret, and will never forget. -God, it's late. And I haven't even started dinner yet. -Hey, don't sweat it. Just order pizza, and have them deliver it to us. -That's a great idea. You know, home delivered pizza always reminds me of the old days, when we were first married. -And when you were still on the pill. -Yeah, when you weren't impotent. silly music -groans Eightball! So do you understand what you're mission is? -Yes, you want me to go back to the Funzone and sell exactly $100 worth of drugs for you. -Yeah, and then come right back. I don't want you to blow that cash on speed, smack, uppers, downers, panties... -I understand. I'm just sort of paranoid about going back to Funzone. That creepy Fagtoast might be lurking around. -Take this with you for protection. Okay? knock on door Who is it? -It's your father. Can I come in? -Yeah, in a second. Come in, Dad. -clears throat I got to go. -So, Dad, did you hear the good news? I got into my dream community college. -I heard. Listen, I'm really worried about you. -What are you worried about? I'm grown up. You should be worried about Holly. -Holly is fine. She studies hard, gets good grades, socializes with the smart crowd, and is a cheerleader. -Kazumi Yeah... but she doesn't have any fun. -Dad Kazumi, there is more to life than fun. phone rings -Hello? -Hi, sugar-snatch, snack-a-roo. -Oh, hi, Rex! What's up? -laughing Oh, you know, nothing. -Where are you calling from? -I'm calling from our phone. You know, the one you lost your virginity in? God, the night we popped your cherry was a night to remember. Hubba! Ah! Ah! laughs Hey, you know, if you change the 'R' to an 'S,' Rex turns into sex, right? -laughing Rex, stop it, you're embarrassing me. -Oh, Sugarbear, you are so hot. You know, you really sizzled my wiener last night, girly. Yeah, it was a real weiner roast. -Holly is a model of chastity, I know that for a fact. Marvin is also a virtuous teen guy. You, on the other hand, are an embarrassment to this family. You are the mutated stain on the yellow silk of this clan. -Rex? -What? -Well... I... am still a little bit worried about it. -What's it? -You know... my monthly visit. -scoffs -God, Rex! I'm still waiting for my little friend... to be... you know? My monthly visit? My period, you birdhead! I'm still waiting for my period! And I hope to God your sperm hasn't knocked me up with your love child. phone rings -Hello? -Hi, this is Sally. -Hi, Sally. Do you want me to get Holly for you? -Oh, well, no. You see, I'm sort of trying to organize something. It's a surprise, for Holly. -Hello, Eightball. I'm surprised to see you here -- well, what with the messy turn of events today, and everything. -Are you going to shoot me, Fagtoast? Why don't you do it now, and spare me your windbag, fart gas, headache inducing speech, okay? -I don't want to shoot you, Eightball. If you must know, I kind of like your toughness. But, I want to know what would make you come back here to Funzone. This place must surely hold for you and your wounded Kazumi some unpleasant memories. What would make you come back here? -Revenge, my dear Fagtoast, revenge. Now, empty your pockets you worm, or I'll fry you. loud acoustic guitar -You see, Holly's been with the cheerleading squad for about a year now. And part of our tradition is that on your one year anniversary with us, we throw you a surprise cake and video party. Where we all get to socialize and pig out, and watch the notorious cheerleader bloopers video tape. -You know, it does sound fun. -Yeah, well, what I'd like to ask you, though, is can we hold this at your house? Like, later tonight? I know it's short notice... -Sure, I think it's a wonderful idea. -Wow, faboo! Listen, this is a secret party, so Holly can't know anything about it, okay? glass eaking helicopters -How'd it go, Eightball? -Fabulous, Kazumi, fabulous. Hey, your leg looks kind of sick. -scoffs Forget my leg. Did you get the money? -I got you your money, and I also got us... some really groovy drugs. -Where'd you get this stuff? -At Funzone, from our friend, Fagtoast. -What? -I hijacked him, and get a load of this... over $1.000 cash. -Hi, Marvin. How's my favorite boy doing? -Hi, Ma. -I hope all your high school activities are going smoothly. Math team, National Honor Society, Science Club, Student United Nations. I can't believe how much you do, and still manage to ing home those good grades. I think maybe you should relax a little bit. I mean, well not neglect your studies completely, or anything stupid like that, but like, you know. Take a day off, go have some fun, go out with a girl, socialize a little... get laid. screaming and grunting -I had a super day today! That nice Mr. Lawyer came by the house today. -Is that right, dumpling? -Yeah, he's so nice. He said I was cute. giggles -Was your mother around when he said this to you? -No. -Well, when did he say this to you? -Uh... he said all this when the two of us were in the bathroom. -Oh my God. Now, Holly... I want you to speak the truth to me, okay? What happened in the bathroom? Did he touch your buds? -Please, Dad! The lawyer is such a nice man, and he smells nice too. -Holly, did he finger your buds? Answer me, yes or no. -Okay... Yes... -What else did the lawyer do to you? -Holly Well... -Did he try to get a base hit? A double? A triple? -snickers -Dad Holly, he did he try to whack the mighty homerun? -How are you this evening? -Oh, I'm fine. How about you? -Oh, I'm fine. Hey... I think I saw you the other day. -Where? At the supermarket? -No... -The savings and loan, maybe? -No... I hope you don't get too sore when you find this out, but, my bedroom kind of looks into your bathroom. And sometimes, you know, when you step out of the shower, I can catch a glimpse -- well, nothing x rated. I swear! -I had to pretend to be an electric pencil sharpener, and I had to pretend to sharpen his pencil as fast as I could. -Did you play any other games with the lawyer? -No, just the pencil game. He could only do that once. -sighs -Holly Are you mad at me, Dad? -No, dear... you are my little doll. I could never be mad at you for anything. But, in the future, it is very important for you to think first about your purity, and the purity of this family's name. We may be called upon very soon to testify, in which case it is important that we all be as pure as the driven snow. Do you understand? -Oh, Dad, I love you. -You'll have to pay me in some way. -There's a lot more where this came from. Plus a salad, any toppings you want -- a garlic ead? -That sounds like a fair swap. But as part of the deal, I also want you to ing me a piping hot loaf of cheese ead. -Okay... Bye. -I can tell by the way you're looking at me that you don't approve of the way I acted around that pizza boy. Well, before you say anything else, let me just tell you that I have my own sexual needs and desires that just aren't being met by you-know-who. spacey tones -woman over the phone Hello. Welcome to Panorama Sex Lands. Our rates are as follows: $4.95 for the first minute, $3.50 for each additional minute. Our voice models are hot, horny, and well-mannered. Your discretion is guaranteed. Press one for our straight menu, two for bi, three for gay. Thank you. Please select a category: Press one for yuppy fun, two for sugar daddy fantasies, three for high school boy action, four for subcultures studs. Thank you. Please select a voice model type. Press one for heavy metal delinquent, two for teenage rasta runaway, three for well-muscled skinhead. Thank you, have a great session with your skin head lover. phone rings -Holly over the phone Hello? -Hello, Holly. So you are all packed, right? -Oh, my God. Yes, yes, yes! -Well, good. I can be outside your house in about 30 minutes. -Okay, Tom Sawyer the lawyer... Bye! And the score is...Holly, six. Rex...zero. Yay! -How does your leg feel? -Sort of messy. Hey, let's take some fo those drugs you stole from Fagtoast. -Hm, that sounds suave. You know what else we could do? -No, what? -We could figure out how we're going to spend this money. I need a new image, new clothes, new hair, maybe a new manicure. I'm so sick of the tired way I look. knocks on door -Who is it? -Marvin It's me, Marvin. -Come in. -Marvin Hi, Katsumi. I was wondering if you have the vacuum cleaner. -Vacuum cleaner... Hey Marvin, come here. I want to show you something. I've been shot. -Kazumi, you should get to a hospital. -Confucius say hospitals, are for pussies. -You're insane, you're going to bleed to death. -Kazumi Hey, it's my life... live fast, die young. -Live, stupid, die dumb. -Hey Marvin, what's wrong with you? You seem a little distracted today. -Oh, it's Ma. She just won't get off my back. One of these days, I'm going to explode. -I have just the medicine for you. This potion is a tonic for a troubled soul. When you're feeling down, sniff some up, you'll restore your optimism, and your zest... that's a promise. -Old man, you're so weak, and pathetic. After the apocalypse, we won't have any more use for you. Maybe I should just get rid of you right now. Oh, greater powers give me a sign if you think I should do away with the old man tonight. suspseful music glass eaking -What happened? -That...was a sign. -God, I hate that stupid Rex boy. What a creep! I wish I had never met him and his sperm. But he has that fast swimming sperm. I read somewhere that those are the ones you're supposed to stay far away from. Oh, my God. I have to pee. sighs I guess my moment of truth is near. dramatic music -The end is not near, the end is now. Brick through the window, the death threats at work, the final judgment process is beginning, and I am ready. -What are you looking for? -A bottle. -Why? -To pee into, waxhead. That way, I don't have to leave your room. You know how much I hate having to deal with your creepy family. -grunting -What's going on here? -vomits Puke-a-tee. Puke-a-tee. -Hello, Katsumi, Eightball. Surprised? -I thought you were the together teenage boy. Now what? You decide to get interested in this weirdo pervert trash? This sick business of yours makes Katsumi look like an angel! -How did you find our par-tay? -Well, after your darling Eightball mugged me at Fanzone, she was careless enough to let me follow her back here to this cozy hole. And I stood outside that window, and I watched you count my money, test drive each other's bodies, and then, last but not least, sniff up my smack. When the entertainment level, in this room dropped to zero. Then I crawled through the window. The pleasure's wrong, the pleasure must stop. The pleasure is wrong, the pleasure must stop. The pleasure is wrong, the pleasure must stop. -We should get you to a counselor right away. Probably too late to do you any good... Marvin, you are not my son, you will never be my son again. But, you are the pervert in the back bedroom. -One, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten. -I caught our son looking at a smut magazine, and manhandling himself. -Oh, I know all about Katsumi's habits. He can't hide that masturbation routine from me. Well, I've known about it since he was 14. The stained underpants were the giveaway. -I'm not talking about Katsumi... it was Marvin. -Well, I wouldn't get too upset, dear. I mean, the way that boy works and studies, it's only natural that he should let off a little steam by fingering his thingy. -Listen, the smut magazine he was looking at while he was yanking it, was one of those men only magazines. -What? -Marvin, the pervert in the back bedroom. Is... is a... I don't know what to call him. He's a man lover. -I've decided we're going to play a game, and the game we're going to play is called Me. And this is how it works; I can do whatever I want to do. But the two of you, however, are not allowed to do anything. Oh, there's one more rule. If you shout for help or try to escape, I get to shoot you. phone ringing Who the hell are you? And what do you want? -I want to talk to Katsumi, now. -You want to talk to Katsumi? Oh, look, Katsumi has a message for you. He says, Go hang yourself, you pathetic geek! -They hung up on me! -What about our money, man. -Tonight, we're going to have our own Pearl Harbor! -Yeah! hardcore punk music screaming and grunting -Dear, let's talk about this later. I don't think Grandpa should have to listen to anymore this messiness. -Will you forget about him for a second? We are in the midst of a major family spiritual crisis. We must purify ourselves, and we must begin with Marvin. -Stop it! I don't want to hear any more of this. -I swear you're sick too-- doorbell rings What am I going to do with this family of freaks? -Sally Hi, where's the VCR? -You two punks are insipidly weak and are going to pay for being so dumb. -You lizard! -I'm sick of you Katsumi. I'm going to have to shoot you. I-- I don't get it. I didn't shoot... -Kazumi is dead. How about that? -God, Holly is right about that period thing. I might be a father soon... I don't know. Doesn't scare me... I'm all grown up. -Hi, so nice to see you again. How are you? Oh, excuse me. -Dad VO You will never be my son again, you are the pervert in back bedroom. the pervert in the back bedroom... the pervert in the back bedroom... -One, two, gonna stick it in you! Three, four, babay, we won't close our doors. Five, six-- -Are you ready? -Yeah. grunting loudly -'Cause you're T-I-R-E-D! You're tired! That's you. And the administration, put crabs in your fish tanks spits Ka-boom! clapping and laughter dramatic music smooth jazzy music -singing Grandpa, grandpa, dear old man. Judgment day is now in hand, I'll survive to see the dawn. But you're not man enough to come along. singing Yeah, yeah, yeah. -muffled moaning -Another innocent man swept into my ring of fire. Another little child about to be sucked into the wretched world of the Bangkok sex industry. In just a few weeks, Holly will be a ainwashed child porno star with no link to her suburban past. Hey, watch the Beamer! I'll sue your ass! -Sally Shut up, ats! Here comes Holly! -Ma Oh, Holly! What are you doing with that pillow? You're so silly. gasps Oh, there's Rex. -Surprise, Holly! I hope your mom is enjoying your special home movies. laughs -Holly-- what-- Oh, my God! -Marvin Hi, girls. -Marvin-- Marvin go back to-- Someone turn off this filth! -Marvin I'm Marvin, I'm on drugs! crying And I'm the pervert in the back bedroom! screaming and crying -screaming -Shut up! Shut up! I guess I'm gonna have to shoot you... and then it'll all seem like some kind of lover's suicide. Isn't romance touching? -screaming Where's Katsumi? -Hi, Mr. Skinhead. You're here to take me away, right? You're here to rescue me! Get me out of here, please. Get me out of here! moaning -Beelzebub's army has finally arrived. Dirty agents of the apocalypse are trying to get my pure family. I must decimate those phynx. You're lucky, old man. You might live to see the new day, you can thank me later. Now, I must protect my flock. -Marvin Mr. Skinhead... I think I like you. -Don't you ever touch Adolf! -So, what now, Fagtoast? -This is it Eightball. Bye- bye. screaming -This is it Eightball, bye-bye. yelling This is it Eightball, bye-bye! screaming gun shot screaming -Ahhhhh! -Oh, my God. This is too weird. Number Eight, calling mothership. Number Eight, calling mothership. Research mission completed. Will be returning with specimen for further analysis. screaming and crying dramatic music -Holly! Holl-- crashes stuttering Take these flowers. I bought them for you. They'd be perfect-- Holly! Marry me! I love you! Holly! crying Holly? -Hiya, Tom Sawyer the lawyer. I ought you a gift, I hope you like roses. -Konichiwa. That means, Thank you. Let's go. quirky music
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Negresco My profession: Photographer If I had only stayed with it. Always had jobs. Made ends meet, somehow. Fashion, advertising,... Did everything that paid. Spice it up, girls! Not so boring! Shake it, dammit. Money has always been my problem. Money and women. I've had enough women, and yet not enough. And money? Well, I've always had just small change in my hands. I wanted to get to the big money, to the large bills. This doesn't give it to me, not at all. You're driving me mad, c'mon. Yes, finally! I had one of those usual jobs: Three girls in a wind tunnel, hippie colours. I started shooting, disliking what I was doing. But that was the beginning. I have always shot with just the camera, I swear. And your murder weapon... shove it up your ass. It doesn't belong to me. Do you want to sell this prancing to the shareholders of Glanzstoff-Werke? You requested something lively for the old geezers to wake up. The geezers sell fa ics. They don't want to see others' easts, but their own products. In short: the same old crap as ever. - What you do is old hat. - Too bad. So you employed the wrong man. - I'm realizing that, too. - Then I can go. - But you're paying the day anyway! - Don't worry. You can pick up your money this afternoon. Apparently, our photo models aren't enough for you. I don't know what you're talking about. - About her. She's barefoot up to her neck. - You better forget about these photos. - Because that is Laura Parrish? - That's none of your business. She's certainly showing off! I never thought that anyone here would know Laura Parrish. Wouldn't you have hung up the pictures otherwise? Why not? Frankly... because it's too dangerous. They are private pictures. - Did she want to seduce her husband? - Hardly. And it's none of your damn business. A millionaire's half-naked wife is always intriguing! Don't get your hopes. You'll have no luck with her. What others achieve, I will achieve all the more. If I may give you some advice: don't do anything stupid, having seen these pictures! That's a matter of honor. If I get my money this afternoon... I'm calling this off. It was a misunderstanding. I'll do the shooting myself. Get out of that storm, girls. I thought you'd be hanging around here. I'd like to tap your good memory. Yeah? By the way, you still owe me a thousand marks. What do you want to know? Tell me everything you know about Mr. Parrish and his wife Laura. They are filthy rich. I know that. How did they get there? Maybe I can get involved. Listen, Parrish is a very dangerous man of honor. He holds the world record in this field. And if I snag his wife? The gentleman will not voluntarily give away anything he once bought himself. Too bad. - That's how things are. - You couldn't hook up with her anyway. Well, it was just an idea. It was a stupid idea. But you've got to try to exploit anything. And if it won't work, it won't work. I went back to Berlinger's studio to pick up my day's pay. I wouldn't let him keep it. But Berlinger wasn't able to pay out money anymore. Something unexpected had happened. Berlinger was dead. Shot. And the photos of Laura Parrish were gone. The shots are dangerous”, Berlinger had said. He was wrong. They were deadly. It's already 9 o'clock. Don't you have to get out today, or have you overslept? It's alright. I've got nothing to do today, and so I'm sleeping in. - Again? - I've only toiled yesterday. All day! Should I have gone to the police? Of course I should have. But at that time, I thought Are you insane? You know how the coppers are: There's a corpse, and someone who allegedly found him, etc... Well, and then Delloo called the next morning: I was supposed to fly to London with him. To do some coverage on wild strikes. And so I had an opportunity to disappear. What should I have told the police? Some wild story of disappeared bosom pics of an international business man's wife? They would be suspicious, for sure. And learning I had flown out, they'd have their suspect. They never catch the real perps anyway. Admittedly, everything looks even more suspect now. Thank you. Come on, hurry up. The plane is not waiting. Swinging London with strikes. Please go straight to passport control. Your machine is ready for takeoff. - Thank you. - Come on. - I'll do it. - Bring the luggage to the taxi. Alright. Hey, Roger! Berlinger had said I wouldn't get to her anyway. As I saw her there, it suddenly hit me. Delloo flew off without me. Now I wanted to find out. - Where to, please? - To the Hilton. Good afternoon! What an impudence! What is this? - We know each other. - Isn't this a little unimaginative? I do have imagination. My machine just flew off to London. You are crazy. Thank you very much. - Your husband has called twice, Mrs. Parrish. - Did he leave a message? I noted it down. - He'll be here tonight. Mr. Parrish arrives from Zurich. - Thank you. Hilton Hotel, reception. Yes, ma'am, he is already here... The man in the elevator was Charly. I did not know him then, of course, but I should see him again. I was damn naive. I've always underestimated Parrish. Charly is one of his men. I didn't seem to be mistaken about Laura. She was the type who participates. Quite nice here. What do you want from me? I do not know exactly. I do not know you well enough yet. Do you want an interview? - Tell me, what's your first name? - Laura. - Are you American? - No, my husband is American. - I'd like photograph you some time. - No. Too bad. - Reception. - Parrish. Is my wife already in the hotel? - Your wife arrived two hours ago, Mr. Parrish. - The operator said she had gone out. - Really? But I did not see Mrs. Parrish go away. - Has she deposited her room key? No, Mrs. Parrish has not deposited the key. - Call through again, will you? - I certainly will, just a second. - They're really persistent. - Why so nervous? Don't worry. - 20, oh no. - No, no. It's 12. Say, do you cheat on your husband often? No. I'd say: sometimes. - 30, rouge, pair, passe. Won't he come up here? - No. - I like that. - Now what about London? Let's not talk about it. The chance is missed. 33! - Mrs. Parrish, your husband tried several times to reach you! - Yeah, I know. Your taxi is waiting outside. Unpunctual as always. I see the affair was good for you. You gained from it. Berlinger is dead. This happens to people who know too much: they die prematurely. I want a divorce. Yet again? I principally keep what I possess. You know that. I can't go along anymore. It's over. Why so vigorously? A pity that you do not take me seriously. You have to relearn. - I'll take another whiskey, how about you? - I go. - Stay where you are! Believe me, your fear is reasonable. - I could kill him. - But he loves you. - Parrish loves only money. - I immediately book our flights. Not from here! We must leave no trace. Don't you exaggerate a bit? Believe me, I know him better than you. Are you not afraid? Well, alright. We'll meet at the airport, right? Yes, darling, hurry up! It was very foolish of you. Mr. Parrish is very annoyed about your departure, as you can imagine. - Leave me alone, Charly! - Why this risk? Call me later! - What did that fat guy want from you? - Why? I don't know him at all! To the Negresco, please. I used to sleep on the beach down there. Has been fun. At that time, I swore that I will live in the Negresco one day. - Now you've done it. - What I want, I can do it. You really are convinced of yourself! Good night, pleasant rest. Thank you very much. Thank you, dear. It is not much. I'll come up with something myself. Well then, take the rest. Yes. Yes, I think it's enough for a while. Just before departure, I had called Delloo. He was really furious. But curious as he is, he said: I'll come. Let's see what's the deal with this story. We had arranged to meet at a bar. I looked up from the dark vortex of my soul, and was 25,000 ft above the sea level. And I knew that I had lived a full life,... - ... and many other lives... - Do you need money? I can give you some. Hello fatty! You're punctual as an egg timer. We'll talk later. Too bad. I seem to interfere, too bad. Man, you got lucky. - What's the name the cutie? - Nadja. Not bad, the little one. Is she from London? Or a creature of the Cote d'Azur? Leave Nadja alone! - How, funny: You know each other? - Yes, I'm extremely sorry. - Get lost! - May I buy you something? - You got money? - Hell yeah. As I told you, I'm after a big thing. Impressed, aren't you, fatty. I live in the Negresco. - Okay. - Get lost, really quick. - Well, you bore me. One Pastis for the monsieur. Bring him a whole bottle. He shall live like a human being for once. I think we have planed something else, honey. And you, don't run away. It won't take long. I'll be right back. Sleep in peace, my children. Only love is true. What's the matter with you, my dear other? Is it not God's will that you share this wonderful bottle of Pastis with me? - Why did you ditch him so easily? - Never mind. He was surely looking forward to this evening. Naturally, he wanted to sleep with you. - You do not? - But yes, with the greatest pleasure. Just not today. - Call me when you've got time, will you? - And where? - Well, in the Negresco. Where else? - Let's see. Maybe you'll think a bit of me when you're with Delloo. But do not forget. - Yeah, who's there? - Charly. - Are you crazy to call here? Berlinger could still be alive. Parrish had not given an order. - You have to do what I tell you. - You lied to me! - Parrish orders you to come to the Engadin. - Mind how you talk to me! 19 transverse pleine, and uh, the 27 and 30. - The 10 and 16. - The 10 and the 16. Rien ne va plus. No more bets. 13 noir impair manque - Now I don't have any sou left. - You've got luck in the love. It is of course not so bad if you still have got money. Maybe I should also try my luck. Put on the 6. It will come for sure. Well, do it! Exactly, everything on the 6. Actually, we are a good match, in every respect. - 5 rouge - So this is gone too. - Oh, loosing money in Nice is wonderful. - Your sense of humor is admirable. - Thank you. - Actually you are admirable quite a lot. Another one! How is it? - Looks great! - We are very photogenic. - He says it's great. - If he says so, it's certainly right. What? - There. - Thank you. I don't understand. Hey, Laura. Are you dreaming or what's going on? I think the casino has really earned enough from us. - I'm not a millionaire. - I very much regret. If you give me money once more, I'll pay it back tenfold. I swear to you by my love. Garcon? The lady wants to pay. Want to sleep on the carpet? - Say, can you think of something else? - Please, not now. Who was the bald fatty? Oh, I know many bald ones. You have to be more precise. You're not jealous, are you? Oh stop that. I am talking of the one at the airport. Please ing a whiskey. 27. No, no. A whole bottle! What am I supposed to do with a sample? Maybe you find bald heads incredibly sexy. Come on, tell me already! - I've never had anything with Charly. - Charly? - Did I say Charly? - You're suddenly very forgetful. But I don't know any Charly. You should think about it again. Maybe you can finally think of someone. Oh, my little other's name is Charly. How fabulous. The little other. Introduce him to me some time. Is that all? I've got more. But at the hotel. That is, if you didn't take it already. No, not this time, my sweetie. Where's your dear other, by the way? - Never mind. - Yes, you're right. - Where are you going? - Make money. Do not worry. I have to start some time, don't I? Great, mesdames. Hey, mademoiselle, how about a photo? Get lost! Go away, or I'll make you get a move on, understand? - Now, I don't have any sou left. - You are copying me. - What should I do? - Come up with something. A whiskey to room 27. Say... Your fat friend from the airport... perhaps he gives you something. Be nice to him. Don't talk nonsense! - Just try it. - That's out of the question. I don't want to be photographed like that! Why is that? That's very sweet. Laura in the bathtub. Gonna be a series. Give me the film right away! No, no. I'll sell the photos. And I know to whom. - You must be crazy! - Don't get so loud. - There'll be more trouble for me! - Stop it, you're driving me mad. How can someone be so outrageous? You don't mind if I sit next to you, do you? Do you want something from me or from Laura? What could I want from you? I do not know you. I am extremely generous. If you want to talk to Laura, I'll go for a walk. So please, just go. Here, everybody can do as he likes. I have no desire to talk to you. How about you tell me something about your friend Berlinger. Get lost, you loafer! My friend, you are damn amusing. Well, as you wish. We will meet again. I should hope so. - Look, I've thought so. - I don't think you are able to think. Hello Roger, jump on, I cannot stop here! - You want too, granny? - Don't be so cheeky! As far as I remember, you wanted to call me in the Negresco? I could not sleep anymore. I think it's really utal, to leave a man alone with his feelings. Say, what's the matter with you? You talk so like a waterfall. Well, yes we can catch up on everything. I'd think of something, but I can not tell you now. Oh, nobody tells me anything. - Oh, you're really sweet, Nadja. - Swindler! - Yes, really! - If I didn't exactly know why you say that, I would even believe it. - Ah yes? Works quite well. Maybe we get a free game. Shit, well, I was better previously. Doesn't matter. It's your turn. - Do you still have money? - Why? I need none. Look at that! You are really an exception. If you achieve more than 500 points, we'll stay together tonight. - I am very curious to see if I can do it. - It would be worth it. Well? Your husband is expecting you in the Engadin! Couldn't you think of a less favorable meeting point? Somewhere I had to talk to you. Then finally say what you want to talk about. - I warn you against the boy. - That really is my thing. He wanted to question me. He knows something about Berlinger. - Mrs. Parrish, I warn you. - How often do you want to repeat that? I would not overdo it. Your husband is very sensitive. - Say, where did you get it? - I stole it. - And the hotel, what did it cost? - A smile. Listen, Roger. About half a year ago, I lived with Parrish in the villa of a business friend. He's called Borell. I got along with him very well. I had the impression, he fell in love with me. I can't think of anybody else to help us in this situation. Why don't you ask your husband to send a check. Would be much easier. - I'd like to meet him once. - I believe you like, Roger. - What does he do? - Money. One more reason to be interested in him. He says with just some ain, you can be perfect in any industry. The guy has good sayings. Parrish knows what he's talking about. He is very clever. I believe that, unseen. I hurry. The villa of Borell was fantastic. But the residents all seemed to be whacky. True, they were lunatics. But unfortunately not harmless ones. Sure, it would still have been possible for me to leave then. But I was so damn curious, and always waited for the chance get involved. And where there is lots of money, there's also lots of money to get. - Laura! How charming. - You see, I keep what I promise. - I am really happy to see you. Hello monsieur. - How do you do?. I have never had time to come. But now I'm here. You're in luck. I only returned yesterday. - Yes, we're all too much on the way. - And the years pass. - I have something important to discuss with you. - Well, let's go outside. - A very pretty shirt. - Yes, I've painted it myself. Before the dance, we take a drink first. - Well, here's to you. - Nicely said. - Say, do you play with us. - Well, depends on what. Yes, definitely. We can think of a lot. - Laura, you're in trouble. - I hope you help me. Only on one condition: You are flying to Parrish as soon as possible. Not as easy as that. We don't know how much Roger knows. - What were you thinking? - I don't know. But I was just afraid of Parrish. You are a clever woman, and doing such stupid things. If you had at least contacted me. You know, I get along with him well. Well, now there is nothing to change. Somehow we'll get the thing out of the world. Parrish is so angry, as I have never experienced it. He will only give peace when you fly to him, and... You know, Jeff, it works with a steel helmet on the head: Put the hand grenade on there, release the pin, and it explodes. - Just don't move. - On the head? - On the head! My queen of the front soldiers! I will always wait for you, my angel, always. - Everything revolves around it. - Well, nothing better invented so far. I think you have to tell him somehow. Laura needs real man times, vroom. I would be exactly the right one. - You show-offs. - Listen to his words. Love makes the small one big. - Big enough. - Well, Roger? - Have you made friends with Jeff and Nicolas? - He is fast with that. - Yes, perhaps we should have ought Charly? - Who is Charly? Charly is Charly. The spells: C as in call-girl,... ...H as in hashish, A as in alcohol, R as robbery, and L as in lustmord. Y as in... uh... well,... any nice mess starting with Y. This composes Charly. - Yes, that is Charly. - Looks like you were sympathetic to each other. Yes, I like them. I hope they cherish the same feelings for me. In my house, there are only sympathetic people. - Now you, Roger! - No, I think I can't do that! - Oh, you'll make it. - Come here! No, I don't want to. Really. - Coward! - You can do it without me, can't you? This was in the Gulf of Pueblo Hindenburg in the Bahamas. The was in the time back then with Orson. A light eeze drove our catamaran from the lagoon to the open sea. We did not notice. Orson had just won the boat from me. I had a full house with three queens. He got a four of a kind with 8s. Now my sister in Paris was at stake. Suddenly Orson was gone. The suckers of the giant squid pulled the paint from the boat deck. My friends, the natives, call it the Nine-Tailed one. I yelled: Orson! I had a flush on the hand, and after all the boat belonged to him. The sea was like lead, upon which the single eye of the octopus swam. It's really a hot story you tell here. Sounds like a comic strip. But your friends are fascinated. It stared at me. Then a tremor went through the red-veined iris. Only those not knowing Orson can doubt it. - You, Laura? - I know the story by heart. I hear it every time. It was the gray cardinal, the hated loner among the killer rays,... ...as my friends had often described it to me. It glided over my boat. I was able to perceive the glint of his razor-sharp sword fins. The octopus was paralyzed. And so the gray cardinal slashed its eye. The South Sea turned into a volcano. Nonsense! Like Lava shocks, the wounded octopus thrust its mast-like tentacles... ...up into the azure sky of the South Sea,... ...but being blind, incapable to strike the cardinal! Suddenly I saw Orson. The Nine-Tailed one had caught him. He whirled high, slithered on the deck of the boat,... ...suddenly came to stop in front of me - and laughed! I am getting another drink. Do you want anything? What do you say? If you want something to drink. And if so, what? Haven't you had enough already? This is the only way to survive Borell's eternal grinning.. I find him very amusing. - How does he pay all this? - Some people do something now and then. I want to see that. What does he work, if I may ask? Anything. Jeff and Nicolas don't talk nicely about you. So what? - You have lovely shoulders, honey. - Thank you. Would be the smartest, if we sold your jewelry and saw that we got away. Can't you think of anything better tonight? I am totally serious We can not do anything else. - Parrish is the god of eternal cold. - Charly is his accountant. I don't know who is tougher. But I don't want trouble with either one. It was damn careless of Laura, ...to lie to Charly that Parrish had ordered to knock off Berlinger. If she had made me this nice offer... I would have done it all the same. Nonsense. Charly only loves his bank account. Dear friend, you may be mistaken there. Why do you think he did it otherwise? He does neither smoke, drink, nor gamble. He has got to have one passion. I' say it's Laura. Yes, of course, you are a ight one. - Roger! - Why were you not in the pergola yesterday? I didn't like it in Nice anymore. - But not because of me? - No! I like you. - I can not understand! - I like you! - What do you say? - I like you! - Say again! - I like you! I love youl! There they are. Yes, that's it but... But, there is no one there. The boat is empty. Jeff sees the boat. But he says there's no one there. - Continue to observe! - Continue to observe. I see something. Someone swimming. Looks like he jumped into the water. Jeff says that he has gone a bit into the water. Our friend won't ing us grief and drown? - Well, would not be bad for you. - What have you done with him? - Us? - Who else? What are you saying? But you're wrong you very much, Laura. We do not lay hands on such small fish. - My dear, I do not trust you. - And we do not know if we can trust you. I'm sorry, but I do not understand you. You have to have a goal. You certainly want something there. For example, you can't simply say: I am flying to Tahiti, just like that to Tahiti. You can say: I'm flying to Tahiti, ... maybe to dance hula-hula. I do not wanna dance hula-hula. I want to have some enjoyment, and go to Morocco for some time. Do you comprehend? What are your wishes? Wishes? You mean a trip? For all I care. - Yes, well. - Then I want to go to Las Vegas. - Las Vegas? That can be arranged. And who will pay for the crossing? But dear, money is no object at all. First there was no one. And now there are even two. - Let's meet tomorrow morning at the same place, yes? - Okay. - To Reno! - Las Vegas! Some table-football, Nicolas? - Yes, why not. Which side do you want to play? - Don't mind. - Well, then I take red. - OK. You'll lose anyway. Let's go out a bit. I cannot stand the others any longer. We must not do and not do as we like here. Excuse me, what do I care about these people. I can organize my time as I want. But not mine. Look at them. They suck. Get me rid of Roger. I want to be alone with her. But be nice to him, will you. We will take care of him. How long do you need? Two hours surely suffice for the lady. The boy will be comfortable with us. Do not worry. Go ahead. Go! - A real eagle. - No, it's an owl. Emperor of the skies, come with us. We are going to the casino. Ready to go? Please, place your bets. - On passe. - Passe. If the 19 won't come, then another number will. What the hell? - What? - No more bets. Your victory means nothing, dude. Nothing on that number. - Listen, how about you go to bed now? - What do you want from me? - Nothing, nothing at all. Just get lost. - What are you doing? - Leave the man alone, you bastards. - When Fortune smiles, Venus is no stranger. Feel free to play on. This was a little joke by them. So, we place this pile on 13, plein. I'm glad that we are finally alone. Which I've always dreamed of. The both of us, Laura, we'd be more than a match for all of them. - Are you afraid of Parrish? - If so, would I dare to do with you what I do? I'm afraid, you are expecting too much. - Oh, no! - Let go of mel! One hand washes the other. - You madman! - Are you crazy? - What is wrong with you? - I'm so sick of you! You're making a mistake, Laura. You need me, or have you forgotten yet? My nocturnal tour of inspection had success. There they were again: The pictures I had seen at Berlinger Laura, again Laura. But I did not get what the value of the photos was. Was Parrish jealous? Then he could have had them destroyed. And why had Berlinger had to die? Because she was his lover? Hardly. They would have tried to shoot me too. But then I discovered something more interesting than the photos. Something I could nail Parrish with. Berlinger has definitely had something with Laura. Otherwise he could never have taken the photos of her. Later, he blackmailed her with them. She would have had to knock him off, instead of sending Charly ahead. No, she claims it was an order of Parrish. She wanted to convince me that she had merely tasked Charly... ...to snatch these photos from Berlinger. - Photos are better than perjury. - A wise word. Is she fooling with us or not? If Parrish discovers that someone poked around here, he will rejoice. But we won't. He must never know! As if Parrish would ever have not learned something. Bugger-up! Caution. - We need security locks. - I'll take care of it. Laura! You look charming again. Did you sleep well? You look like runaway gorillas. There is something unpleasant: Roger searched through my desk tonight. - Oh yeah? - He discovered your photos. And the plans. Have you become completely nuts? How can you put my photos to the plans? This is insane. You put me in danger. Do you realize that? You want to hand me over to Parrish, am I right? Of course I am right. I knew from the beginning, that you cannot be trusted. Listen, Laura. There is only one way: You pack your things and immediately fly with my machine to Parrish to the Engadin. You will tell him the truth. This is still the best in this case. He loves you. And that's why you still have a small chance. And Roger? You must only think of yourself now. We want to help you, Laura, you know? Yeah, you're right. Maybe I should really return to Parrish. - Well then, who is taking me to the airport? - I'll tell my chauffeur to pick you up in one hour. Good. Very good, boss. Now I don't understand anything at all. Jeff, listen to good. You take my car, and ing the photos to Parrish. Clear? You ing along our friend Roger. On the way, completely incidentially, you let him alone with the photos. That way you see what he knows. - Yes, now I understand. A fabulous idea. - Hm, I do not know. I do not like the whole thing. The girl is as good as dead. Maybe you want to cry a little? You know what you have to do! - Good morning, madame. - Good morning. - You know? - Yes, madame. He just pretends as if he's still asleep. Hey, buddy, get up! Come on! I think we are insanely helpful, aren't we, Jeff? Look at this, Nicolas. Pretty, isn't it? It's a gift from me to the boss. The boss loves exclusively the expensive pieces of art. I can not bear to watch. I feel dear Roger wants to annoy us. Not nice of him. - Well, a mistake. - Come on, kid, move it! Yes, yes. Listen, pal. I run out of patience soon. - Come on. - Hey, you are nuts. Come on, get moving. You impotent pig, bastards, sons of bitches,... ...you lousy bums, you gay princes, damn pigs, you... Let go of me, damn it. - Wait, first tie your shoes. - He is messy too. Go, go. - So, kindly say goodbye. - Goodbye. I hope you enjoyed your stay with me. I wish you a pleasant journey. You see, now you'll be riding in a real car. Goodbye! Behave yourself decently, right? Well, what is this? - Here. - Hey, you're suddenly so polite. Scary, all the advertisement they do for that stuff. They want to sell it after all. As a photographer, you meet with many beautiful women. - It's not bad. - Why don't you take a photo of me? - The camera is in the car. - Yes, why not? - I would only have to load a new film. - Come on, get it. Okay, okay. Well done, keep moving! You're a killer, boy. Show it to me! Yeah, come on, boy. Bring it, c'mon, come! Yes, go boy. Great. Keep on going! Come, come, something new, come! - Do you have the advertisement on it too? - Yeah, why? Don't bother. Bit more to the left! Bit more to the left. Yes, good. Stay that way. Yeah, well, excellent. Keep going on. Yes, like that. If Lydia could see you like that! I want to spend my retirement years here. In a bungalow made entirely of glass. Well, just the way we millionaires construct. Say, what I wanted to ask you: are we traveling on expenses, or how does it work? $ 32 per day. Not bad at all! Well yes, the boss is very generous on this point. And that's just the expenses. - Insurance is extra. - Yes? That's a likeable trait of him. Yes, Mr. Parrish manages his empire very correctly. By the way: I've never seen a gorilla without a shooting iron. I got one - when I need it. Over there we could wonderfully ski. Listen, Better keep your hands off such women in the future. A friendly advice. In our business there is only trouble with women: They want to know too much. Yes, you're right. You sure have made your experiences, huh? And when you finally have them shot, they start screaming. Not this one. Bang, all dead I'm just pretending. I do not like the noise. Go to the room 113. - 113? - 113! He is coming up now, boss. - Yes, of course. He knows everything. - Yes, well. - That's what I thought. - What? You don't betray me unpunished. Get closer. Come, my friend. - To see you, no distance is too far for me. - And you? No words for him? You are Parrish. Am I right? - Here, drink! - Thank you. Maybe I find out now why I'm here. Are you not surprised, that I want to get to know the lover of my wife? My wife and I, we have no secrets amongst us. You may go. Everything ok, my friend? Do not forget to send me the photos. - Editorial Delloo. - Here Roger. Listen, I have the story for us. - What's up? - I photographed all the plans. - I don't understand what you're talking about. - I'm explaining it to you. - I'm tracking a big espionage affair. - So what? Now listen. What do you think of the headline: Was Berlinger a spy? Did he have to die because of that? You do not seriously think that the boss will spit out a single penny for that. If you don't believe me, Delloo, then get on a plane, come here and look at the material. - You know how mad the boss is at you. - Screw you, all of you!. You are finished. Will you give me another glass? Your last one. You cannot send me away. I know too much. Exactly. Your bad luck. What are you planning with me? You'll see. I lost the check you gave me this morning. You have to block it immediately. And you know what he said then? Not necessary. - Here is his address. - Thank you, Charly. - Yes, please? - Put me through to the Walther Palace Hotel, please. - Walther Palace, reception. - Please put me through to Mr. Parrish. - Parrish. - I demand $ 50,000. Or the thing will burst, Parrish. I've understood. You have won, young man. We have no more chance. - We? - Parrish is capable of anything. Did he send you here? Jeff and Charly waste no time. I don't know why are upset. Sit down on the bed. Do you think I am afraid of them? We're trapped. You know exactly. I think you're wrong. Parrish is trapped, not us. I've taken some interesting photos. Here, look at them. The will not save us either. What is it? A new tank design for an electric tank. Parrish will earn millions with them. Really? Then I demanded far too little. You do not have the slightest chance. Oh, yes. Certainly. I just had an interesting conversation with him. He was charming. - What are you going to do against Parrish? - What, me? You're just a dirty little crook! Well, maybe. But this time I dictate. And you cannot back off that easy. You're in it just like me. The is true. She didn't directly say knock off. But she literally said command from Parrish. And a command of Parrish still meant knock off every time so far. - Have you seen the photos? - You bet, Charly. Berlinger wanted to have a form of pressure against her. I wonder how he got her into it? In a weak moment, probably. Pretty stupid to have nude photos made of yourself. He wanted to blackmail Laura with them for sure. - As if Parrish bothers. - He knows her naked. Laura was terrified of a potential publication of the photos. Berlinger's death was the only way out for her. - I kept the negatives. This way you live longer. - You are a damn smart guy. Hello? Huh? Wishes to speak to me? Well then get him over here. Yes, I am listening. You and Laura take the 10:15 train to the Muottas Muragl. At the top you leave Laura alone. You yourself take the next train down. Then you wait in your hotel room until Laura comes back. We'll hand her the money at the top. And you give her the films to take with her. - What is the name of the mountain? - Muottas Muragl. What does he want up there? - I do not know. - Some information. Do you know what you're doing, Roger? You're walking into a trap. You make the mistake of underestimating Parrish. This is dangerous. One of us must do something about this. Forget Parrish's money. I have an account with a bank in London. - We can not go back. Too late. - I warned you. You do not have the negative. I mean, not the real one. It is in the hotel. - I love you, I love you, I love you. - Parrish has to pay again, really pay. - So, go now, my love. - Do not leave me alone. Delloo is the only one I've told the story from the beginning. But what should he say? Laura was right: I walked into a trap I made the mistake of underestimating Parrish Only Laura could have helped me... But she's dead. Nobody will believe me. Fansubbed by Eugenkss and Necropolis for www. cinemageddon. net December 2013
cheering and applause man on PA You've played an excellent game, Mrs. Crawford. Would you like to see your prize? Yes! Yes, please! man Okay, then, let's show her what she's won! -Does-does, does that mean I... -horn blaring man We're giving the whole studio audience babies! -applause -Oh, my God! Oh... man You get a baby and you get a baby and you get a baby! Wait. Wait. W-what about me? I, I played the game fairly. W-where's my baby? -man Oh. We ran out. -What? gasping -Oh, are you okay? -Uh, yeah. -Come on... -I had a nightmare. -Mm... -It was really crazy. Oh. sighs instrumental music music continues -Hi! -Olivia. Hi, Dr. Nori. -Olivia, Olivia. -Olivia chuckles I love what you've done with the magazines here. Well, imagine when my next IVF cycle is successful, I'll organize the whole office. Nori Please. Sit. So... have you and Brian considered taking a eak before you start your next cycle? No way. I love these magazines too much. Two miscarriages in three years suggests we might need to change our approach a little. I have some literature on gestational surrogacy that I want Brian and you to take a look at. Okay, last night I have a nightmare, right? I'm on a game show, and I win a baby, but before I get mine, they run out. Was I your game-show host? No, but, I mean, come on, Dr. Nori, this whole thing is a bit like a game, you know? It's the high stakes. We bet our money and take our chances. And Brian and I know there are no guarantees, but we are all in. And I wanna carry my baby. And I want you to have a healthy baby. Olivia, I'm on your side. All right. We'll do one more cycle of IVF. And then depending on the results, we'll look at other options. Deal. Deal. Thank you, Dr. Nori. All right. So let's have a night Benny. Benny, I'm a reasonable woman, right? Okay? Well, then I... This has already happened three times before. Just to be fair All right. Okay, all I'm hearing are excuses. You know my motto, either you're a problem solver or you're a problem maker. Which one are you gonna be today? Great. I knew we'd see eye to eye. I'll see you in about an hour. Gabe Let me see a mise en place offline, Steven. Anna sighs Two phones now, huh? Three. I don't have enough pockets in this dress. chuckles You are everything that dress needs. -Mm-hmm. -Pockets are over-rated. I got a call from the Journal today. They wanna do an interview. Oh, okay. I like interviews. They wanna interview me. They're doing a profile in the business section about the ains behind the business. -Uh-huh? -Mm-hmm. You hear that, guys? I am the ains behind this business. Well, I love it because, you know, you don't get enough credit. Oh? Can I talk to you for a second? You're in a good mood. Anna We're opening a restaurant, we have good press coverage, plus, we are meeting a new IVF doctor this week. I just, I don't know, I feel like everything is falling into place. It just... Doesn't it feel that way to you? -I do. I do feel that way. -Yeah. It's like work. Family. We're unstoppable. But I got to get ready for the dinner rush. Oh, and I'm getting ready for morning monitoring, and you know what that means. No more sexy surprises? No. No more. So we got to make up for all that sexy time... instrumental music engine revving dog barking indistinct song playing door opens Hi, baby. You left so early this morning. I missed you. Yeah. I didn't wanna wake you up. -Darling. Wake me. -Hm? -Always wake me. -You got it. -moans Hey. -All right. I made your favorite. Oh, my goodness. What did I do to deserve this feast? Well, I went to see Dr. Nori today and he approved us for another cycle of IVF. So I'll just need help with my hormone shots later. Dr. Nori concerned at all by the miscarriages? I mean, a little, but, you know... How little? How much is a little? chuckles Look, he said we can do IVF one more time, and if it doesn't work, we can consider surrogacy. But, babe, we don't have to worry about that right now, you know? And I talked to his office, we can do a payment plan again so that it'll take a little stress off. You know what I was thinking? We sell the car. Who needs it? I didn't like it anyway. What? -Listen to me. -Yeah? We don't have to keep doing this. -You wanna give up? -No, no. That's not what I'm saying at all. I'm saying that if all this becomes too much... we're enough. -We're enough, okay? -Okay. I'm hungry. -Is this... -Yeah, that's you, baby. -Enjoy. Hm. -Okay. exhales sharply birds chirping Nori So, I've reviewed your files, and looks like you've had trouble getting viable eggs during past retrievals. Unfortunately, the quality of your sperm morphology, the shape of your sperm, makes it incapable of fertilization, of creating the em yo. W-we can cut to the chase. It's my fault, so my sperm sucks. Infertility isn't about fault. We're here to overcome the odds and solve potential problems together. How exactly do we solve an issue like mine? My treatment plan would involve donor cells. Well, is using a donor our only option? No, but given your history of repeated failures, it's the option with the highest likelihood of success. A donor? It wouldn't be my baby. Nori No, not biologically. But there's more to being a father than biology. Is there? Because it seems like a big part of it. Yeah, but we said we'd do whatever it takes, right? Whatever it takes to have a baby. -Is this what you want? -Yes. I really want a baby. And I know this is not the way we thought it would happen, but can you just keep an open mind for me, please? Just for me? I need to get back to the restaurant. All right, then we're just gonna talk about this more at home. -No. -No? Just no? Just flat out no? -You don't wanna talk about it? -Let me finish. We don't need to talk about it because I think we should do it. Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes, right? Hm? Hm? Yeah. Okay. instrumental music Mija, stop. You're making people nervous. What people? -Me. -You didn't have to come. I'm just picking up some hormones. I wanted to see the place where you're beginning your special journey to motherhood. chuckles Plus, it's near the place with the good cocido. Yeah, that's why. whispering Ayi-yi-yi. Please, go take a walk, shake a foot. Why did you even come? door opens instrumental music Ah, yes. Congratulations corner. Kinda feels like a micro-aggression. -Right? -Yeah. I mean... Listen, it's great news for Rick and Steve, of course. -But, uh, for the rest of us... -Sad. Yup, they're in congratulations corner and we're in Ooh, Try Again Town. Uh, I'm Olivia. -Hi, I'm Anna. -Hi. Oh! Look at that one. Those cheeks, uh! -I'm here for the hormone, so... -Yeah. Me, too. sighs God. All I've ever wanted is to be a mom. I mean, my mom died when I was young, but still I've just, I've got this feeling like I'd be really good at it. You know, I've just got all this love inside me and no one to give it to. I feel that way, too. I've had this great career, but I can't get the one thing that I really want. Plus, I come from this huge family, so it's always, Where are the kids? Still no kids? My body's just not cooperating. It's the questions that, they just make me feel oken. -No, no, I get it. -I'm sorry. No! No. Uh, you know what, um... -Here you go. Sure. -Thank you. This a dryer sheet? Yes. Yes, it is. Uh, I-I didn't have any tissues, and it-it was stuck in my pants. -I, I panicked. -Okay. It's crisp linen, so, you know. -Is, uh, is that your mom? -Yeah. She wants to be with me on my special journey to motherhood. Olivia Aww... Do you want one of those fancy candies from the front desk? You know what, I do. What? Oh, they're individually-wrapped. We should get coffee. You're my kind of crazy. Thank you. -Anna Are we ready? -No. -But we're gonna do it anyway. -We can't put it off again. So tonight we're gonna pick our child's father. -Sperm donor. -Gabe I know. So I did a little research. -To narrow it down a little. -How'd you do that? They have profiles on the donors. Like, they tell you what they studied in college, what their hobbies are. There's this one man who studied astrophysics in college. -And he's a surfer. -A surfing astrophysicist? Yeah, he also loves opera, and he has no cancer in the family. -Oh, that's good. -Wanna see a photo? -They have photos? -Yeah, they do. They have photos of them when they were babies, all the way to elementary school. And if we like them, we swipe right and put him on our favorites list. -Like sperm dating? -Kind of. Gabe Whoa-ho. -This kid looks nothing like me. -Is that a problem? Everybody's gonna know it's not my baby. A-are we trying to hide the fact that we're using a sperm donor? I don't think we should lie, but the lesser questions, the better. sighs Okay, baby, I want you to be comfortable. -Then let's look at both. -Okay. Anyone here look a little more like me? Yeah, but we have to move fast 'cause the good ones go fast. Uh-huh. Oh. Anna This one. He looks like you. He's got the same skin tone, he's got your eyes. -Same oval head. -Oval head? Baby, I love your oval head. He's a, he's a firefighter and he was starting pitcher on his high-school baseball team. I'm listening. Olivia My God, sperm dating? Anna I know! -Olivia Ooh. -cell phone ringing Anna Yeah, my mom keeps calling me. She wants to be looped into the sperm choices. I'm like, Mom, I love you, but you don't get a vote in this. laughs I mean, it's actually kinda sweet. Oh, I gotta say, this whole thing has really made me miss my mom. Of course, what do you think she'd think about all this IVF stuff? -Oh, she'd be supportive. -Did she wanna have more kids? Oh, I mean, she absolutely would have. You know, her dream was to foster a house full of kids. But, um, but she got sick before she had the chance, so... Oh, she sounds like she had a big heart. She did. Oof! It's, uh, strange, grief, you know? It's like this thing that's always in the background, this faint static. -Especially in big life moments. -Exactly. I mean, I feel like I'm losing her all over again. And I can't help but think, if I get pregnant-- When you get pregnant. When I get pregnant, my mom's not gonna be there. And what if I'm bad at it or I need advice, or, I don't know... Well, first of all, you're not gonna be bad at it, you'll be a great mom, and if you need advice, my mom has enough advice for the both of us. -I promise you that. -All right. I was thinking, if I have a girl, I'd name her after my mom. Mia. Oh, that's beautiful. I love that name. -Mia. -Yeah, Mia. Little Mia. -Mia. -cell phone ringing -Oh, wow. Okay. -You should take it. -No, she might call the police. -You... Actually, don't joke, because, uh, she actually would do that. Hi, mom. No, I'm sitting here having coffee with Olivia. Can I call you later? All right. Bye, mom. -Bye, mom! -You see, she's saying bye! -Bye, mom! -Olivia chuckles -Oh, she sounds like fun. -Yeah. Oh. -You're gonna love her. -Yeah. We're gonna get along. Mom and I are gonna get along for sure. instrumental music Hi! Sorry, I'm here! Oh. -Gail Ah, you're late. -Ooh, yeah, sorry. It took me a little longer to bike than I thought. Is your car in the shop again? No. We sold it to pay for more IVF. Well, partially pay for it anyway. -Oh, Olivia. -Oh, that reminds me. -Can you cover me Tuesday? -Why? They've got two viable em yos and we're implanting on Tuesday. Okay, so the word implanting creeps me out. Are you sure you wanna try again? Yeah, because kids are expensive and overrated. Do not act like your kids are not your entire world. -Is that a yes? -I can cover Tuesday. Thank you. You're the best! And if it doesn't work out, I'll just give you one of my kids. Perfect! I worry about that one. She should babysit my kids for a night. She'd have thought twice about selling that car. chuckling instrumental music Olivia Ugh, where's Brain? Uh, thank you, guys, for taking me. Really. I should have asked him to take the day off. -Anna Don't be nervous. -I know. What am I doing? It's your first time. I should be calming you. Oh, please, I rarely get anxious, but this one, he's a basket case. I don't like doctors, hm. nurse Olivia Crawford? You know, let me go first. -I'll go tell her. Yes. -What? Are you sure? What if they won't let us switch? You don't know my wife. She always gets what she wants. Hi. Do you think we could go first? Like, these appointments happening together... laughs that's the power of Anna. Oh. Thank you. I see why you love her. Nori All right, Olivia. No more knock-knock jokes. I'm done. -Ready? -Olivia Yeah. -Ooh. -indistinct chatter -nurse Sorry. -No, it's okay. -nurse Yeah. -door opens Nori Okay, it's time. Olivia Brian, where are you? All right, Olivia, I was happy to get Ms. Ramirez in earlier. -But I'm sorry. -Please, please. He, I know he's gonna be here. Nori We can't wait any longer. Two more minutes? Olivia Okay, oh, no, it-it's fine. -You know the protocol. -Yup. -State your name. -Olivia Crawford. -Mm-hmm. -There we go. whistles door opens -Oh, babe! -Hey, babe. Honey, I thought something happened. Where were you? No, no, no. I'm fine, I'm fine. No, no, no. I'm sorry. I got stuck at the site and my phone died, as always. Olivia Okay. Nori Just in time, Brian. -I'll never miss this. -Olivia chuckles You're beautiful. whistles Okay. -Nori That's it. -We did it. -Good job. Good job. -Okay. Olivia I came to play, guys. Pete Yeah. Yeah. -She always does. -All right. -Everyone gets five still. -Five still. I think we should play for money. Brian I think that's a good idea. Do the bears on your scrubs know that you're a ruthless gambler? Yes, and they support me, dad. Oh, please tell me you don't take money from your patients. I work in pediatrics. Plus, kids never ing their wallets. -chuckles -That's a shame. -That's not funny. -All right, let's see 'em. Is everyone good putting your cards? Dad? -Yeah, yeah. -Okay, ready? Pete Yes, all right. There you go. Take 'em. -Ooh! Full house! -Ooh... -What? -I don't play. I don't know. -No way! Oh. -I'm not gonna say. But, dad, uh, speaking of a full house, uh, Brian and I actually just finished another round of IVF. I mean, you know, nothing official, of course, but we'll know in a few days. I didn't realize you guys were trying IVF again. So many children in need of good homes. Well, you already helped dad raise me. -I didn't raise you. -You did, after mom died. So I know you'd be a great mom. -Oh, I love you. Thank you. -And I love you, too. Have you guys considered fostering? -Adoption? -Yup. Yup. We've considered all those options. And-and we are open to all of those options, of course, dad. You know, we just, we wanna try one more time. And, you know, we really want a big family and I wanna experience pregnancy. And just with all this, it's just, I kinda feel like I'm running out of time. There's still time. I mean, I mean, you're young. Oh, dad, I love you, we've been over this, and fertility is a disease. Mm-hmm, it can happen to anyone at any age. Thank you. I just hate to see you experience so much heartache. I tell you what, why don't we talk about the cards? -Lily Mm. -Good idea? Yeah, that's about right. laughs Nori I have something to tell you. I-is it, is it bad news? Oh, my God, it's bad news. -It's not bad news. -I'm pregnant? Yes, you're pregnant with twins! -Oh... Oh, my God! -Wh... Uh, uh... Are they, are they healthy? I mean, everything's going-- Brian, I know you're very nervous. But even after recurrent pregnancy loss, upwards of 77 percent of women go on to have healthy pregnancies. And so there's no reason for me to believe that you won't be part of that majority. Oh, my God! Twins! Oh, my God. Feeling good about this, mama. Exciting, but good. Let's not get too excited 'cause we don't-- No, no, no, it's too late, it's too late. -We got this. We got this. -Ah... -Hey. -Hi. -Gabe, Anna. -Are we pregnant? Congratulations to you both. -laughs -Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh! -Oh, God! -Whoo! I got to call my mom! I got to call my mom! Oh, my God, where's my phone? Where's my purse? -Uh... -Uh, right, I put it... Thank you, doctor. Thank you. instrumental music indistinct chatter -Gabe Okay, okay! -indistinct chatter -Oh! -Olivia Thank you! -Thank you! -That's good. What is that? All right, well, here's to being pregnant. all cheering Brian Cheers. Anna Salud! Salud! -Cheers. -Oh. Ah. I hope you're hungry. Uh, we ate earlier. There's, there's more to come, I promise you. Come on. Brian Oh, you need my help? I'm coming. Gabe Yes, yes. I can't believe our babies are having babies. -I wanna be happy for her. -Then do it. She has enough of her own problems. She needs her papa to support her. So have you told anyone? Just my dad and my sister. How about you? Oh. Oh, God, I've told everyone. Gabe can't stop telling people. He-he told the mailman this morning. Oh, that's sweet. Uh , Brian's too nervous to tell anyone before the second trimester. You know, just because you've had a miscarriage doesn't mean that you'll have another one. I know. I just, I wish I was confident as you about it. Mm. Well, I think we've sacrificed so much that I kinda wanna just shout it to the world. Anna Come on! Come on! Olivia What, what, what? Olivia I have no idea what's happening right now. -I don't-- -World, I'm pregnant! -Now you go. -No, no, that's fine. No, you should do it. -World, I'm pregnant! -Anna Okay, louder. Come on, that's lame. Louder. yelling I'm having twins! Hell, yeah! You are! You two, come back inside. Come back inside. -Anna laughs -This is a great day. You're insane. That was crazy. Oh, I love it. Oh, my God. Pete We should commemorate this, all right? Ready? -Oh, yes, yes. -Pete Okay. Okay, one, two, three, say babies. both Babies! -applause -Oh, I love it. -Oh, my God. -Oh. Come, come, eat. indistinct chatter instrumental music Anna Oh... Olivia Tiny! You know, I'm just gonna spoil my baby today. I'm gonna spoil your babies today. I might spoil everyone's babies today. I shouldn't say that so loud. Okay. Look at that. Oh, oh... -Aww... -Look at this. -It's so cute. But... -Mm-hmm. What if it's a girl? Girls can wear that. -Hell, yeah, they can. -Yeah. Oh, did we go upstairs? Is there an upstairs? -clerk Yeah. -Oh, we got to do that. Olivia Oh, look at that. Anna Oh, look at... Another wonderful choice. How far along are you? Sixteen weeks. We both are. Well, we work with a local artist and every book is handmade. -Wow. It's gorgeous. -Yeah. I need some of these. This is nice. -Oh, my God! -What? You chose the gender in advance during the insemination and you didn't tell me? -Shh! -You're having a boy? whispers Yes, I'm having a boy. I didn't wanna tell anyone, it's controversial depending on your beliefs. And I don't wanna be judged. Oh, Anna, I would never judge you. I-I think it's great. I'm so happy for you guys. Both of our em yos were boys. Gabe's always wanted a son, he's never said that, but I know he does. You guys didn't wanna know the sex of your babies? No, Brian and I thought it might be kinda nice to have some element of surprise in all this. Plus, can you imagine the upcharge for twins? Crazy. Olivia Oh, my gosh, look-- Anna Look at that rainbow. Anna You hungry? Olivia Are you kidding? All I do is eat. Well, there's an adorable bistro about a block away. My treat, don't argue. Come on, we can drive. Oh. No, don't be silly, We can walk. Is it a long block? -Okay. -Okay. Olivia You got it? Anna Yeah, I got it. Olivia chuckles All right, now, are you sure you bought enough stuff? 'Cause I think there was, like, two things left in the back. I told you I was spoiling this baby. Oh, you know what, speaking of spoiling, my mom's throwing me this huge baby shower at the restaurant. Oh, that's great, well, ask her if there's anything I can do to help. -groans -What is it? Oh, it, I just, it's a cramp. Okay, you know what? Let's go sit down. -Okay. Yeah. -Okay? -All right. -There you go. -Yeah, it's good... -Okay. groaning Okay, Anna, give me your keys, I'll take you to the hospital. No, I just need some water. I just-- No, Anna, you need to go to the hospital. -panting I know... -Come on. groaning -Oh, my God. -Oh, God... -Okay, give me your bags. -Oh, my God... -This can't be happening. -It's okay, it's okay. Just get in the car. It's okay. Just give me the... I'm gonna take you to the hospital, okay? It's okay. Okay. It's o... -Okay, just eathe, all right? -Anna panting -Oh, my God. -siren wailing Olivia Just eathe. It's okay. Just eathe. -groans -It's okay. Just eathe, honey. Just eathe. It's okay. Look, this hospital is the best. My sister works here, and I got a hold of Gabe. He's gonna be here really soon, okay? -Just wait, wait in the hall. -Her husband's not here yet. -No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -Please. Please. woman on PA Dr. Davis, telephone, please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please. sobbing instrumental music -Brian Hi! -Hi! -Are you okay? What's goin' on? -I'm okay. I'm okay, I'm okay, the babies are okay. It's, it's Anna. Her baby? -Well, what happened? -I don't know what happened. -indistinct chatter -I don't know. Is she okay? Are they okay? sniffles Anna? Anna? Baby's gone. No... sobbing music continues instrumental music Can I get you a fresh cup? No, thanks. -How about some French toast? -No, that's fine. Um, aren't you leaving to work soon? I thought maybe I could take the day off. We could, uh, drive to the beach. Gabe, you have to stop doing this. You've been doing this for two weeks now. What? I don't wanna go to the beach. I don't want eakfast. I don't wanna be placated, I don't wanna be distracted. Then what do you want? I'm gonna go lie down. -I-I'll come with you-- -No. Please, just go to work. door shuts sighs -Hey! -Hi. -I appreciate you coming. -Oh, of course. I'm so glad you called. This is from Brian. -What's this? -Wind chimes. He, um, he made 'em for me when we lost our babies. And I love to hear the sound. You know, makes me feel connected to 'em. They're beautiful. Tell him I said thank you. Of course. -I-I just don't know what to do. -Oh, Gabe, I know. But no one knows what to do. And everything is an emotional landmine. You know, I would, I'd go into the bathroom and run the faucet so he wouldn't hear me crying, you know? And when we finally oke down and talked about it, he said he was doing the same thing. I know it's tough. Just be gentle with each other, okay? When she's ready to talk, she'll talk. Come here. -Thank you. -Of course, darling. I'm sure she'll love to see this. -Yeah, I'll ing 'em in. -Door's open. Okay. instrumental music Olivia exhales sharply I'm sorry I didn't call you back. Oh, I understand. I was just waiting to feel normal again. I know. It takes time. H-h-how much time? There are no rules. And it's a lonely club. You know, it's the part that no one talks about. But I want you to know I am here, okay? You can talk to me any time. This would make a good workout room, don't you think? Oh. Sweetheart, come here. sobbing -instrumental music -indistinct chatter -Oh, these are so cute. -I know, right? -indistinct chatter -I know. Hi! Good to see you. I made them with my own two hands because I love you so much. Oh, you are the best sister. Hi! Thank you for coming. Here's you necklace. -For you! -Oh, hey! -Mwah! You look... -Look at you. Bernie You look gorgeous and you, too, look gorgeous. Hello, I've got some necklaces for you guys. -This is for you, dear. -Okay, so what the hell is this? Okay, don't say the B word, or we'll take away your necklace. Well, why would I call someone the B word? At the shower, the B word is baby. -Yes. -Oh, that's ridiculous. Well, there are prizes for the person at the end with the most necklaces, so keep your ears open. Oh, okay, oh, and since I covered your shift for IVF, I hope you'll be naming one of the twins Gail. You know, if it's a girl, I'll consider it. Do not encourage her, Olivia. Please. All right, you can set your gifts under the bag. We got plenty of food. I'm so happy you're here. -Thank you. We love you. -Thank you, guys. -See you later. Hi! Hello! -This is for you. Yeah, this is for you. I'll show you where to put those. Okay? Wanna follow me down? -Thanks, Lil. -You're welcome. All right, guys, we're gonna play some games, so put your baby gifts on the table. Oh, my God! -Hi! -Hey. -Oh, you guys came. Hi! -Yes. Hello. Oh, I'm so glad you're here. Thank you for coming. -Thanks for having us. -Olivia Of course. -Thank you. -Blue and pink, huh? Yeah, you know, thought we'd cover all our bases, so... -Well, you look great. -Thank you. I'll go look for Brian. -Hi! -Oh. -This is so beautiful! -Thank you. You know, I totally would've understood if you didn't wanna come to this. No. I would never have missed it. -I got you something. -Yeah? -Yes. Yes, you can. -Can I open it? Olivia giggles Okay. Oh, Anna. You remembered. It's extra-large, plenty of room to write everything from their, uh, blood types to the first day of preschool. Oh, my God, that was so thoughtful. -Thank you. -You're welcome. -Oh, I love it. -I'm glad you do. Oh, it's gorgeous! Look at that. Oh, hi, guys. Listen. Um, there's drinks inside, lots of food. Enjoy. I'll see you in a little bit, okay? -Okay. Hello. -Thank you. Hey, hi, thank you for coming. indistinct chatter laughter indistinct chatter instrumental music How are you holding up? sighs I feel like everything I'm doing is wrong. Yeah. I've been there. Liv, she went to these support groups, you know, talked about it, helped her out a lot. I'm not really that into that, so, uh, not for me. So what did you do? She gave me this journal. Put it in my truck. Her therapist says that it may be easier for me to write about it than talk about it, so... -Was it? -I don't know. Maybe. Yeah. Yeah. I feel like it was the best time of our lives. And... then boom. Just gone. indistinct chatter laughter Olivia Ready? indistinct chatter people cheering Brian You know, grief, it's-it's complicated. Tell me about it, one minute she's angry, the next minute she says she doesn't want every conversation to be about the miscarriage. I can't win. I'm talking about your grief. Ah... I don't feel like I have the right to even talk about it because it's so much worse for her, you know? I know, grief is this invisible wrecking ball, comes in, destroys your whole life, no one ever even sees it. I shut down, stopped talking. How did you fix it? That's just it. I stopped trying to fix it. I stopped trying to be the fix-it man for everything and I started listening. -chuckles -door opens -Hey. Um... -Gabe Hey. -Brian Hey. -I'm ready to go. -Okay, how you feel? -Yeah, I'm f-fine. I just... I'm ready to go. Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready. -Okay, buddy. -Thanks so much for everything. Hey. -You wanna watch a little TV? -No, I'm gonna go to bed. -I'll go to bed with you. -You go ahead. You know, maybe I'll just, I'll read a little. -Really? -Gabe, I just need some space. I've given you nothing but space. What about what I need? We're not doing this. sighs It has been over four months now. When are we gonna start talking about this? I'm hurting here, you know? He was my son, too. He wasn't your biological son. How can you say that to me? You looked me in the eye and you told me that biology didn't mean anything. You told me being a father was about more. -Was that all a lie? -No, I'm sorry. It's not what I meant. -Well, how could I-- -No, you just... You just, you don't understand. It's different when you're a mother. How can I know how you feel if you don't even talk to me, if we don't spend time together, if you don't look at me? -Gabe, this isn't about you. -It should be about both of us! I mean, it's crazy, I-I reach out to you a-and you just pull away, over and over and over. Stop. Really, stop complaining. Stop telling me I'm a horrible wife. Stop telling me all of these things 'cause you're not making it any better. That's not what I'm saying. You are a wonderful wife. I just don't know what to do anymore. I just want to be alone. -And I wanna be with you. -And I want to be alone. Okay. I give up. -Gabe sighs -door shuts scoffs mumbles Okay, so I'm not gonna try getting these boxes down and unload them. They can do that themselves. grunts Hey, Gail, how many flats of water are down there? I can't see past my feet. Okay, let's see... One, two, three. -Oh. Oh, water. -I got it! No, no. M-m-my water just oke. Oh. Bernie! -We got a code baby! -Babies? Are we having the babies? Are we having the babies now? -Oh, my God, I'm coming! -I'm eathing. It's fine! Having the babies? We're gonna have the babies here. Okay, you're making me nervous, it's fine. -I-I'm eathing! -Okay, okay! Call Brian. Gail, you're in charge. -Gail Got it! Breathe! -You're gonna have the babies! We're gonna do it right here? I'm in charge? I need wine. Oh, Mrs. Kepler, good to see you. We're having the babies. We're gonna go to the car, we're gonna go in the car, and we're gonna have the babies, we're gonna have the babies in the car, we're gonna have the babies in the car. Breathe in, we're going to my car. Okay, oh, God, I'm eathing-- -Keep eathing-- -You're making me nervous. It's not birthing! Don't be nervous! People have been having, women have had babies a long time, and you knew this was gonna happen. It's been almost nine months. You knew this was gonna happen. That's true, I can have babies. You're gonna have babies in the hospital, not in my car. Get in my car! Get in the car, Olivia, all of you get in the car and don't come out! instrumental music Olivia grunting babies crying Oh, my God. -indistinct chatter -We're parents. Oh, my God. instrumental music Hi, buddy. indistinct chatter Olivia Whoo! Ready? One, two, whoo-hoo! Ah! We're doing it! Okay. Come here, guys. Okay. Olivia Here we go, guys. Ooh. Oh, Mia, hold on, baby, hold on. Sorry, she's fussy. Can you, please, hold him for a second? -Okay, Sammy, go see Anna. -Of course. Oh. My goodness, look at this beautiful boy! -Hi, mama. Ah. -Four months. -I can't believe it. -I know. Me neither. I mean, it's so weird, it feels like I just had them and like they've been here forever. Are, uh, you and Gabe thinking of trying again? We haven't discussed it. You know, um, Brian's been picking up extra shifts so I can extend my maternity leave, but, God, we're both just so exhausted. chuckles Sammy. -I can help. -What are you talking about? You are the busiest woman I know. Mrs. I Run Three Restaurants. chuckles Yeah. I'm not too sure I'm gonna go back. Come on, you love your job. You said it was just a leave of absence. I just, I don't want people pitying me. And Gabe is the superstar. You know, he's the one that people come to see. -He's the chef. -I bet he misses you. Well, he's been working a lot lately, so it's kinda been a blessing. You know, you guys just need to reconnect. No. I'm not feeling it. Look, okay, here's what you got to do, all right? You got to just, you got to start small, right? Just, like, um, you know, put on a sexy dress, surprise him at work. -Oh, do the hair thing. -What hair thing? You know, when you're like, Hey there! And then you just do the sexy hair thing. -Yeah, give him the heat. -No, actually, I don't know. Put on some heels. -laughs Come on, stop it. -Play some sexy music. -crickets chirping -dog barking Brian groans -Thank God-- -shushing whispering I just got them to go to sleep. I didn't want them to... shushing sighs Okay. I can go start dinner if you want. No, no, no, no. Let's just do takeout. Oh, my God, I love you so much right now. Okay. baby cooing Wait a minute. Watch this. -Are you ready? Okay, watch. -Hm. Shout shout let it all out These are the things I can do without come on I'm talking to you come on Sam likes the '80s, huh? Shout shout let it all out These are the things I can do without come on I'm talking to you come on Oh. mumbles engine revving instrumental music I mean, that guy ate, like, six tacos and three burritos. So crazy. Gabe I mean, with everything that we have on the menu... I mean, come on, all those wonderful dishes. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no. You should leave. Anna! -Anna, wait. It's... -Ah, well! -It's not what you think. -Yeah, okay. -Nothing happened. -I don't believe you. Uh, you saw her, she, uh, she was just helping me lock up. It looked like she wanted more and it looked like you were open to it. No, I wasn't. Y-you know I'd never do anything to hurt us. We've been together 16 years, you know who I am! Maybe I don't! I come home and you look at me like you hate me. Oh, so it's my fault. Yeah. I can't believe you would do this to me, especially now. Yeah, don't bother coming home. -Get her out of here. -Anna, please. Don't do this! birds chirping Oh, you let me sleep all night. Best husband ever. -Hey, mama. -Hi. -Do we have any coffee? -We do. Fresh pot. -Thank you. -How'd you sleep? Oh, like a baby. I mean, not like our babies, of course, because I slept through the night. Yeah, not like our babies. Sam never sleeps. -You gotta sing the song. -The song! That's what I forgot. Shout shout let it all out -Mm... -I'm beyond exhausted, babe. So how are you so calm with all this goin' on? You know, at night when they're nursing... they look at me like they have all the answers to all the questions I've ever had in my entire life, and... I-I just, I love 'em so much, it hurts. Babe, can we just eat bacon and stay in our pajamas all day? -Oh, I could deal with that. -Mm. -Cheers. -Thank you. Mm, I got to finish the baby book. Mm. Where was I? Mm, right. You want some grapes? -Um, I'm okay. Thanks, though. -Brian Okay. -Okay. -More for me. Mia is type O like me. And Sam... Hm. Hey, babe, what blood type are you again? O positive. There must be a mistake. It says Sam's AB. -So? -Well, it just... That doesn't make any sense. Olivia I don't understand. What are you telling us? lawyer There's no easy way to put this, but there was an error at implantation. -Look, what happened was-- -No. lawyer One of the em yos was not yours. Stop. Stop. What are you talking about? -Wait, hold, hold on, hold on! -How did this happen? -I carried someone else's baby? -No-- The biological parents have been notified. They're here and anxious to meet with you. But you are under no legal obligation-- No, no way! We just found this out! What do you mean as of yet? That is my... No, babe. We're going home. Absolutely not, no. -This is your fault. -Stop it, Brian. Stop it! Olivia Stop it! Come on, we are leaving. Stop it. No, we are not meeting with anybody. We are going... instrumental music T-this is insane. How can something like this happen? And what are they doing here? This is your fault, man. -Guys, you have every right-- -Dr. Nori, stop! Everyone should direct their questions to me. They only thing that we know definitively is that the male em yo that Ms. Crawford carried and gave birth to belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez. Okay, now he's talking real. Yeah, now as far as custody of the child is concerned, that would become a matter of the family courts. -What? What the-- What? -No. Come on. Stop! Stop! Stop it, okay? This is crazy! Okay. Brian and Olivia are-are, they're our friends and they're not gonna fight us for custody of our child. lawyer Unfortunately, it's not that simple. You'll have to sue for custody. No, you want me to sue for custody of my own child? A child that Olivia Crawford gave birth to and has been raising with her husband for the past four months. -His name is Sam! -That's right. He has a sister. He's a twin, and you cannot separate them. You can't let them take him. Investigation or not, our son is comin' home tonight. -You're not taking him home! -Stop! Stop it! He is our son, we are not giving up custody. I've missed out on four months of bonding with my son. You can't do this, Olivia, you can't keep a baby away from me. You know what I've been through. He is not an em yo anymore. Sam is a real person, a person we have been raising. No, you know... Why are you doing this? -Gabe Anna, Anna! -Back up! Because I am his mother. No, you're not his mother! -I'm his mother! -Anna, Anna, Anna! This is not over. You should be ashamed of yourselves. -This is so disgusting. -To hell with you! door shuts Anna We should go over there. Gabe That's a bad idea. I mean, we're all pretty upset, you know? -Upset? I'm devastated. -So am I. Or am I not allowed to say that because I'm not the biological father? I'm sorry. I never should've said that. I can't live in a city where someone else is raising my baby, I can't. We should go home and talk to a lawyer in the morning. This is not an excuse for you to come back home. As far as I'm concerned, nothing has changed between us. -Everything has changed-- -No, nothing. Nothing. -Where you're concerned. -Well, I did not have an affair. I did nothing wrong. I'm not... How long you're gonna do this to me, huh? I mean... Does it make you feel better that you're doing this to us? Where you goin'? I'm tired. We need some rest. Okay, w-we're wasting too much energy fighting each other. We should be fighting for our son. Maybe she won't fight. You know, maybe she'll come to her senses. -I know that she will. -I don't know about that. She had some time to bond with him. I don't care if they've bonded. That's our child! sighs wind chimes chiming Olivia You like it? Lily Yeah, I do. Mm, I need to ask you by the way, your friend Sarah, her mom's a lawyer, right? She any good? Yeah, I think so, she works a lot. Okay. I need a real lawyer. I mean, I have been doing custody research for weeks now, but, ooh, I have hit a wall with what I can do on my own. Research for what, there's gonna be a hearing and you'll give Sam back. Are you serious? That's not happening. -Anna is the biological mother. -Okay, Lily. There's a lot more to being a mother than genetics. I mean, are you serious? It's practically kidnapping. Lily, think about everything Brian and I have gone through, they babies we've lost. You're telling me that if you had a child, you wouldn't do everything in your power to protect it? Yeah, and think about what Sam would want. Yeah, Sam would wanna stay with me, his mother and his sister. Okay, if you kept Sam, how do you know he wouldn't resent you for it? Lily, you don't understand, because you're not a mother. And as a mother, you do everything in your power to protect your child, so, yes, I'm going to fight for Sam. Are you gonna give me the number or not? cell phone beeps So there's a hearing scheduled for next week. Family court moves fast, the judge wants to resolve this as quickly as possible for the sake of the child. Okay, how much is all this gonna cost? W-we can't worry about that. Why would you even ing that up? Well, we have another child we have to think about. -Mia's future. -Well, sure, but, I mean... The clinic isn't gonna want bad press, there'll be some kind of financial settlement. We'll just use the money from that. Brian Suing a clinic could take years. We'll be bankrupt by then. Vanessa These fights are not made for the faint of heart or wallet. Maybe it's a good idea to open up the lines of communication, ease the heat on the situation a bit. I spoke to the Ramirez' lawyer and she think that's a good idea, too. Like a cease fire, a friendly meeting first. -Just to talk. Yeah. -Vanessa Exactly. 'Cause then, then they may actually see that we're better for Sam, and do the right thing. Okay. Yeah. Yeah, let's do it. -Absolutely. -Good idea. -Set it up. -Great. instrumental music sighs This is insane. It's a total nightmare. I know, and I, I don't know what I was thinking the other day. -I'm very sorry. -No, i-it's okay. I-I'm sorry, I was so upset, and it just... I'm hoping that we could work this out together. Yeah, s-so do I. I-I wanted to talk about visitation. Okay, I mean, I haven't spoken to Gabe, but I'm sure that he'd be open to you and Brian having some sort of informal visitation. I don't think there's a problem with that. Um... I actually wanted to offer you and Gabe visitation. -Are you joking? -No. Until we figure out how to move forward. You said you didn't wanna hurt me. I don't. Anna, think about what is best for Sam. We are all he knows. I know for a fact you don't have enough money to fight a custody battle. You're right, I don't, but I would rather sell my house than give away my son. Your son is my son. Olivia, don't walk away from me. -Don't walk away from me! -Get your hands off my client. -indistinct chatter -Anna sobbing Anna sighs instrumental music sighs Okay. I got this. Oh. -You got it? -Yup. Go it. -Anna Ramirez? -Yeah? You've been served. A restraining order? Who does she think she is? Did you get physical with her? No, I grabbed her arm, oh, because she was pissing me off with all that you-can-visit- your-own-baby BS. -This has to stop. -Yeah, I know it does. -We go to court tomorrow. -No. You, Anna. You have to stop. The anger, kicking your husband out, quitting your job. Now is not the time to let your emotions get the best of you. Did Gabe talk to you? Did he ask you to talk to me? No! I speak for myself. I'm your mother. Well, what kinda mother kicks her daughter when she's already down? Mija, you're only down there because you won't stand up. So that's it? I've hit the amount of grief and anger that I'm allowed to have? I know you've suffered pain no person should have to endure. -But that's what women do. -Oh. We survive. -We don't blow up our lives. -Oh, God! You think you know everything, you don't! You don't know how I feel. A terrible thing has happened to you and your friend. But now you're acting unhinged, self-indulgent, selfish. I didn't raise you to behave like this. You're stronger than this. What if I'm not? I have faith when all of this is done, that little boy will be in your arms. But what kind of mother will he be coming home to? Get yourself together before you lose everything. instrumental music attorney When the babies were born, they didn't look alike. Were you surprised? Olivia Twins don't always look identical. And my mother had dark hair. But you had to be suspicious. I mean, looking at Sam next to Mia... No. I-I-I wasn't. Your argument for keeping the child is that you've had him for longer than four months? Did you consider getting a DNA test earlier? chuckles Why would I do that? attorney Because the child did not look like you or your husband. Had you followed up with the test earlier, we could've avoided all of this. chuckles Parents do not get DNA tests of their own children. I mean, come on, it's unthinkable that something like this could even happen in the first place. Or maybe... you didn't wanna know. You saw the baby's darker complexion and you decided to lie to yourself. You basically stole this child because of your willful ignorance. -Objection. -Sustained. More questions and less editorializing, please. Your Honor, until an official ruling is given, we'd like the court to consider a motion for visitation. We are opposing that request. Ms. Crawford has a restraining order against Anna Ramirez. attorney An order without merit that's expiring in less than a week. Sam has never spent time with anyone outside of his parents. It would be detrimental. instrumental music We'll start small. I'll grant two hours of supervised visitation with a court monitor per week. music continues Gabe So what are we lookin' at? He fell asleep ten minutes after he got here. And I feel like she did it on purpose, like she wanted us to have a miserable visit. I don't think Olivia has the Jedi power of mind control. Anna That social worker keeps writing in her notebook, like she's grading me. I think you're being paranoid. Can't I just pick him up? Oh, I-I see what you're saying. It's like having a prison monitor in my own home. Well, this is hardly a prison. -Oh, oh, what are you doing? -Hug me. I don't think she should know that we're separated. Hug me. Is she looking at us? We should look like we're a loving couple. Gabe Stop, you look scary. Anna Hug me! -And I look like a hug hostage. -Okay, fine. Fine. -I'm picking him up. -No, he might wake up. Gabe It's a risk I'm willing to take. Our son. Hold our baby. instrumental music Oh, my God. Look at his tiny fin-fingers. He's beautiful. We've reached the end of our visit. I'll be back next week at the same time. Can we ask Olivia to change the time for the next visit so it's not his nap time? Of course. Gabe I'll show you out. music continues door opens door shuts Gabe This has been hell for my wife and I. What are the consequences for what Dr. Nori and his staff have done? Not much. But, look, the investigation is still ongoing. Here's what has been discovered. attorney Your wife and Mrs. Crawford were scheduled for consecutive IVF transfers on the same day. Both em yos were ready for transfer when the em yologist was informed of a switch in the patient order. man Last-minute change, Ramirez is up next. attorney So Mrs. Crawford's em yonic fluid was mixed into the same syringe that was used for Mrs. Ramirez. The Crawford em yo was accidentally loaded into the syringe while the em yologist was distracted. Okay, human error, human error cost us our child. I'm sorry, you know, I-I really wish I could tell you you were the last couple this could happen to, but there is no federal oversight. No industry standard and labeling. It's a real problem. instrumental music -Hey. -Hey, baby. -How was your day? -Exhausting. Is the garbage disposal making a sound? -Yeah, um, seems fine. -Mm. You okay? Yeah. Yeah. All great. You know, you can tell me if you're not. I know. Um... Vanessa called me today. She said you had questions about another meeting with Anna and Gabe. No, just getting more details, you know? Now that that restraining order has lapsed. W-why? Because, maybe they'll offer us visitation if we lose custody. Some time with our son is better than no time at all, baby. And if this doesn't go our way... I don't wanna lose our son forever. sobbing Gabe Anna and I spent most of our 20s building our careers. Our restaurants were our children. -Did you try IVF right away? -Gabe No. We just figured it, it wasn't a big deal. I mean, if you can't get pregnant, you do IVF, you get pregnant automatic, you know? -But it doesn't work that way. -No. It's very expensive. And chances of it working past 35 aren't great. Was she angry when she couldn't get pregnant? She was frustrated. We both were. -Does she gets angry often? -I wouldn't say that. Well, didn't you have to step between her and Ms. Crawford recently? -Emotions were running high-- -Well, especially Anna's. Are you aware that Ms. Crawford has a restraining order against your wife? It was temporary. Didn't you have to step between your wife and Ms. Crawford because you were afraid that your wife would put hands on Ms. Crawford again? You know, I-I don't know. Your wife is an angry woman. That kind of anger can get volatile. -Dangerous even. -No! chuckles Are you currently living with your wife? What? Did your wife kick you out of the house? How does that matter? I don't see how that's important. Okay, one last question, Mr. Ramirez. Are you the biological father of this child? No. We used a donor. But you see him as your son? You are his father? Absolutely. So biology has nothing to do with being a parent? No! Yeah, we think so, too. What if Anna Ramirez is unfit to be a parent? -Objection! -Your Honor. Who wouldn't be angry after everything that we've suffered? Really! -Who wouldn't be angry? -judge All right, all right. -That's enough. -Just I... Yeah, okay. I'm requesting Ms. Ramirez meet with a court-appointed therapist. That's not necessary. This isn't punitive. I'm giving your client the opportunity to express her emotions in a more controlled environment. We'll take the therapist's recommendation into account when deciding custody. -Court is adjourned. -gavel bangs instrumental music I don't know what to say. I don't really believe in therapy. therapist What do you believe in? Yelling. But in a good way. I'm passionate. -You're not angry? -I didn't say that. Nobody dealing with infertility can say that. You own three restaurants, you're clearly driven, smart, used to getting what you want. Infertility can't be controlled. No. That'd make me angry. But you were able to get pregnant? Yeah. I lost the baby. Look, you couldn't control that either. A miscarriage can be a profound loss. My anger is not a bad thing all the time, you know? It keeps me moving forward. Makes me really good at kick-boxing. It's a part of me. It is me now. What if it's not? -What if it's protecting you? -From what? From experiencing emotions that are harder to process. Maybe anger feels safe. I'm just here to offer you some tools to help navigate complicated feelings. Was it a boy or a girl? A boy. Thank you. You're welcome. instrumental music door closes Gabe I let myself in. I can see. -I was worried. -I'm fine. I wanna apologize for what happened in court. Don't. You told the truth. -They were twisting my words. -No, I'm not so sure they were. sighs I haven't been myself for a while. And I've been making excuses. And I can't live like that anymore. I don't wanna live like that anymore. I... am so sorry for everything that I said. We both said a lot of things we regret this year. Well, not just this year. Gabe chuckles You used to hug me like this on my way out the door. Hm. And every day I'd smell your perfume on me. And I loved it. I miss it. And a thousand other little things about you. We didn't ask for these awful things to happen to us. And I don't know what's gonna happen in court. All I do know is that my life... it doesn't mean anything without you. instrumental music Please come home. Thank you. Sammy cooing You're my big man forever, baby. I love you so much, you'll always be mine. I know, buddy, I know. sniffles You're always mine. Always be my little boy. Always be my boy. Sammy cooing Shout shout let it all out These are the things we can do without Sammy cooing Shout shout let it all out These are the things we can be without Today is our last day of testimony and I'm confident we'll have a decision on Monday. I believe we'll be hearing from Ms. Ramirez first. Thank you. You never think something like this will happen to you. You dream about getting married and having babies, but you never dream about IVF, about shots and harvesting eggs, of medical procedures and loss. And you never, for one moment, think the doctor's office you trust will make a mistake like this. You don't know how you'd react because the concept doesn't even exist. Mistakes like this aren't supposed to happen, but it did. It happened to my husband and me. And yet, people are judging my... reactions and my emotions as if it's a window into my soul. But it's only a window into my pain. What would you do? How would you react? There's nothing extraordinary or excessive about my feelings. I'm angry about losing four, now five months of bonding time with my child. I won't deny it. But I'm also heartsick. I'm tired. And mostly, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you can take my baby away forever and I'll always be a mother without a child. And I can't control any of it. Not his name, not his birth, not your opinion of me. And I can't control whether he gets to go home in my arms when all of this is over. So I'll ask you again. What would you do? How would you prove your worthiness as a parent? Because I am worthy. My husband is worthy. And none of this is our fault. Please let us take our baby home. Do we need a recess? attorney No, Your Honor. judge We'll hear from Ms. Crawford next. Thank you, Your Honor. Um, A-Anna's right. This isn't her fault and it's not mine and i-it's not Sam or Mia's fault either. I carried the babies and gave birth to them. And everything Brian and I have done up until this point is to protect them. I wanna try to give Sam a voice today. It's his custody hearing, but, uh, you don't know much about him. He, uh... He-he's so curious about the world and his sister and us and... He just wants to stay awake all the time and explore it. And he's quite vocal. Even at 2:00 in the morning, he... we have long talks, he and I. And every time I place him on the floor next to Mia... he always finds her hand... like it's an extension of his own. I don't know what he would do without her. And-and Sam, he... he said his first word. He said Ma. And he said that word to me. Sam would be scared without me. He cries every time I put him down or leave the room. He doesn't know about DNA. He only knows that I am the person who keeps him safe in this world. He only knows that I am his mother. whispering I love you. It's gonna be okay. instrumental music sobbing sobbing I-I can't. What if I don't see him again? -What if they take him away? -Stop. Stop. sobbing music continues Olivia You see your sister and grandpa? Yeah. -There they are. Hi, Mia. -Oh, boy. You wanna say hi? Yeah. Oh, there she is. Yeah, you've got her. A foot... He's got a little foot tap there. Oh, the littlest feet in the world. mumbling Hi, guys. mumbling -Okay, I hate to be a hog. Hi! -Okay. Oh, oh, look who's here. -Hi. But I'm stealing you. -Oh... -My Mia. -You need some daddy time? -You need daddy? -Yeah, come on, daddy. Oh, no, bubba. Who's your daddy? Shout shout let it all out chuckles How are you? Well, I've been better, you know? I just, I wish mom were here. I wish she could tell me if I'm doing this right. Your mom would be so proud of you. Now, a mother fights. You're doin' it right. That's my baby girl. -I wanna go see my grandbabies. -Yeah, they're yummy. -Hey. -Go get 'em. Lily Hi, grandpa. indistinct chatter instrumental music This was a difficult decision. Even with the expedited process, there is now a five-month-old child to consider. Limited-case law favors the biological parent, but nothing is set in stone. We must consider the length of time the child has been living with the Crawford's in deciding who the legal parents are. sighs There are no winners here. Two families have been torn apart. After reviewing all of the testimony... I rule in favor of the plaintiffs. Anna gasping Gabe Anna. whispering Thank you. Your Honor, we are requesting mandatory visitation. Olivia and Brian Crawford will not receive court-mandated visitation. It's time to give Sam and his biological family some peace and to give yourselves the time you need to heal. instrumental music Hi, sweetheart. Sammy crying It's okay. It's gonna be okay, I promise. It's okay. shushing Sammy crying indistinct chatter -Anna chuckles -There he is. Gabe laughing -Hi. Oh, no, no, no... -Sammy bawling Anna Oh, no, no, no... I know, I know, I know... Oh, look. -Look, look, look. Oh! -Yeah, he likes that. -Hi. Hi. -Come here, come here, come... -No. -It's all good. water sloshing -Oh. Hi, baby. -Hi, baby. I put your lunch right there. Oh, yes, this I will not be needing today. I think you and me, we're going to lunch. -Take the day off. -What? Why? Yeah, I don't know, I just think we should spend some time together. What? Why? -Are you sick? -No. No, I'm not sick. I just wanna spend some time with you, talk about our future. Uh... okay, but, you know, talking isn't exactly your favorite thing to do. I know. Come here. What would you say if I was home every weekend? gasps Oh, my God! Did you lose your job? No! Babe, no. Quite the opposite. I think I got a new one. Amazing, I'll be home every weekend. indistinct yelling God, I'm so happy for you. Brian, this is wonderful. Well, thank you, baby. I know, I know. I did it for us, but the most important thing is I want my life to be about you and Mia and... and maybe our future children. Really? You've been thinkin' about future kids? Mm-hmm. Yeah. A lot. And this new job, it's got comprehensive health insurance. -Oh, you know how to turn me on. -Mm... Say it again. Comprehensive health insurance. instrumental music Sammy bawling Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry, baby. -Sammy bawling -Baby, what's the matter? Tell me. Okay. groans Ah! Sammy bawling Okay, okay, I'm sorry. -Sammy bawling -I'm sorry. doorbell rings One sec. Sammy crying Hi! Hi, what are you doin' here? He cries for you. He cries just all the time. And then when he falls asleep, I'm afraid to put him down because I'm afraid he's gonna wake up, and I'm scared I don't know what I'm doing. Come here, come here. Sammy bawling Hi. Hi, Sammy. Uh, sometimes it helps to sing that song Shout. -You know that... -No. Shout shout Let it all out These are the things I can do without come on -Really? It's working. -Every time. He's such a weird kid. Shout shout let it all out These are the things I can live without come on I'm talking to you come on Come on instrumental music Oh. indistinct chatter Yes, look at this. laughing Olivia Oh, yeah. There you go. kids squealing indistinct chatter You wanna go see Uncle Bernie? Go see Uncle Bernie. Oh, my... Look, there are just way too many presents here. Look at all this. Hi, how are you? Well, the kids only have their first birthday once. Oh, Gabe got these, uh, banana cupcakes made. All natural ingredients. No sugar added. They're pretty amazing. This whole thing is pretty amazing. -Are you kidding? -Thank you. Gabe, look at this. I mean, come on. -He made a lot of this. Yup. -You did? -Mm! -Gabe, what are you doing? What? The kids can't even count. They don't know what date it-it is today. They're supposed to be for them. Well, you should try it. It's delicious. -No, I don't want it. -Pete Hey, hey, hey. Picture, picture, picture. Everyone get in together. All right. On three. One, two, three. all Babies! -Gabe laughing -Thank you, dad. I'mma go get some more drinks. I'll be back. Come on. I love these cupcakes. -You know what I love? -Hm? -A happy ending. -Aww... -You look beautiful. -Thank you. -Can I tell you something? -Yes. We really want a cupcake. indistinct chatter Now that I'm eating for two again, that's two cupcakes. instrumental music Yes, cupcakes for everyone. indistinct chatter music continues
Coffee? Coffee, huh? - Hello. Coffee? - Yes. Coffee? I need to go to the restroom, honey. This seat is already taken. Your mother has got a new seat. - Hello. Want some coffee? - No, thanks. - Coffee? - No, thanks. Coffee for you? No, thanks. Do you remember this pipe? This is for you, Daddy. For me? Thank you, sweetheart. It's very beautiful. Thank you, sweetheart. It belongs to my father. Sorry. The use of mobile phones is not allowed on airplanes. I know. Yes, I remember. How could I forget your birthday, Gud? Really? All right. I got to get back to work now. You're with that girl, right? Here. Why don't you talk to your daddy? Hurry up. - Hurry up. - Hello. Papa, it's me, Miki. Are you all right? Papa! Miki! Don't hurt my daughter! You want coffee? I don't want it! Tell me... where you keep it or I'll kill your daughter. Give it back to your father. Papa! Why are you making me a buffalo? I'm not a buffalo! Come here. You midget! Come here. No. I don't know anything at all. I'm just a passenger. I'm here with my husband. I saw people fighting and wanted to poke my nose into it. Then, I somehow got hit. I don't know anything. You talk too much! I dare you to say I don't know again. I don't know. You don't know, huh? - You wench! - I'm sorry, Mommy. Miki! Are you okay? You all are useless. I told you to get that important stuff but you're back with a stupid box. Why did you ing me a picture of a kid? You too! King Kong. I told you to ing that girl. And where is she now? She's in the picture, Boss. See? In the picture? What about the upcoming auction? The customers have already placed the order. How are we going to deliver the goods? The Chai Lais always meddle in our business. Those bimbos again? Yes, sir. It nearly cost me my life to get this box from the Japanese guy. Boss... Besides the Chai Lais have you noticed that we have always blundered? You'll know why when you look out there. National Police Bureau I look at it all the time. Burn it down! Are you sure? The entire bureau? Still in the meeting? When you're done, I need to talk to you. I think I know how we could get that stuff. {\\\\an5}International Police Headquarters Have you found out where Dragon and his gang are having the auction? We've been tracking them. I think we'll get a lead soon. How about you two? I've also heard about their upcoming auction. Tell you what. If I have any progress, I'll let you know. By the way, on my flight back home, I met someone. She's very lovely. A flight attendant or a passenger? A flight attendant. Seriously, I've never seen a girl this charming in my life. Her flat nose is so adorable. {\\\\an5}Chai Lai Headquarters {\\\\an5}It's okay to fail... on your first mission. Don't let me down next time, Rose. Always think twice and keep your temper in check. Be patient and prudent in everything you do. With experience, you'll learn how to solve problems. Fortunately, they couldn't get Miki. Otherwise, you're all in deep trouble. She's the one who holds the secret of the Andaman Pearl. I want you to do your best to protect her. Don't let her out of your sight especially when she's in school. Lotus will disguise as a teacher. Got it. Teacher? What does it mean? One who stands in front of the blackboard. The one who teaches students! Spadix. You'll be a Tuk-Tuk driver guarding the school vicinity. Can't I drive a Ferrari instead, Boss? We don't have the budget. Let's just go with a Tuk-Tuk. Rose will be a stall vendor in front of the school. How could a high-society girl like me be a stall vendor? You sweetest thing! Fine. It's up to you. You can be anything you like as long as you do your job. All right. So, Pouy-sian, you'll disguise as a food vendor. Yes, sir. - Hibiscus. - Yes? With your hillbilly face, you're perfect for the maid role. What! A maid? Can't you use my beauty to do something else? What did she just say? Boss, if you don't understand, nobody will. All right. Say no more. You'll be a maid. Call it whatever you like. A servant, a nanny or whatever. Doesn't make much of a difference. - Yes, sir. - Get to the mission! - What? - The mission! All right. I'll take care of it. Boiled peanuts and sweet potatoes! Pouy-sian. The school entrance is clear. Rose calling Spadix. Rose calling Spadix. Rose? Rose who? It's me, the beautiful Rose. I see. And what's your status? You can always count on me. Everything is fine. Good to hear that. I can finish doing my makeup now. Who cares about your makeup? Geez! My face is so oily. Hey! Who's got a moustache? Nobody else is here. Oh, it's me. There she is. - How is she doing? - She's always a good girl. Very good girl. Hey! Catch that girl. Hey, Hibiscus! Hey! Come on. Move. Here. Come on. Hold her! Hey! Hey, let go. Hey! Quick! You creep! How dare you kick my face? No! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Get up! Hurry! Come on. Let me go! Let me go! Come on! Get in! Let me go. Hey! No! Hey! Pouy-sian! Don't shoot. Don't shoot! Darn! Pouy-sian! Give me your hand, Pouy-sian. Hold it tightly. Give me your hand. Pouy-sian! Come on. Pouy-sian! Give me your hand. Come on. Come on, Pouy-sian! Give me your hand. Give me your hand. Come on. The truck is coming towards us! Come on. Pouy-sian! Rose, get closer. Chase them from behind. I'll cut in. Lotus, fire warning shots with your gun. Lotus... - Stop. - What's next? Don't let them get away. Hit it! Let me go. No. Don't shoot. No! Don't shoot! Pouy-sian! Rose! Miki. Hibiscus! Hold on. Hold tight. Hibiscus, jump! Come on. I got you. Jump, Hibiscus. Come on. Jump. Don't block my view. I can't see the road. Watch out! No. Get to the seat. Come on. Come on. Down here. It's too far. Come on. I got you. Quick. No! You don't know who you're messing with! Don't step on me. It's dirty. Grab her! Hang on, Miki. Miki! Hurry up! Jump! Lotus. Stop! Stop right there! What the heck? I'm in a hurry. I'm in a hurry, too! Sorry. Let's go! Let's go! Stay still... You're such a pain in the butt! Moron! What was that kick for? I'm sorry, man. What the hell were you doing? You wimps can't even handle a little kid? Get up! Go get her. Kiddo. Do you love your mummy? Your mummy is here too. Just tell me the secret. No, I won't. Fine. Bring her mummy here. Yes, sir. How do I look? Any more makeup and you'll look like a zombie. I think it's good. I look like I'm hurt bad. Show me how you're hurting. Come on. Pretend to be sad. Make it look painful. That's it. Mrs Mei Ling, you're awesome. The boss wants to see you, Mrs Mei Ling. We're all set. Here goes! Just tell him where your daddy's treasure is, Miki. No, I won't. Please tell him. - No, I won't. - Tell him. Are you going to tell me or not? - No. - You're not going to talk, huh? If you won't tell us... Are you going to tell now? - No. - You're still not telling? Don't hurt my mum! Come here. Don't you care for your mother anymore? Tell me where it is. Miki... Miki, please tell him. Please tell him... - No way. - Please tell him. Take this kid and lock her in the room. You're still not telling me, huh? Mummy! - Mummy! - Miki. Mummy! Mummy! Please tell him. Why is it so difficult to get her to spill the beans? I want to go to the spa. Be patient. I'll have somebody take you to the spa, okay? What's the matter with you? You can't even protect a little kid. What else can you do then? Boss, this is our plan. We're sending a cub into the cave. Sending a cub into the cave? I've never heard of it. What are you up to? It's a part of our plan, Boss. We let them capture Miki on purpose. No. It won't work. Keep an eye on Mei Ling and Dragon. I was told they're working together. Do you know that Miki is Mei Ling's stepdaughter? How could I be your boss if I don't know about that? We have a plan. A plan? What plan? A plan called luring the snakes into the hole. Luring the snakes into the hole? Fine, go get those snakes into the hole. Miki, use what I taught you only when necessary. Do not use it to harm innocent people. If something happens to me, you must obey your stepmother. Even though she's not your birth mother. I want you to love her just like I do. More importantly, Miki... you must protect the Andaman Pearl because it's very crucial to keep the ocean calm. Do not let anyone take it away from Mother Nature. If it loses its energy, our world will be in jeopardy. Be a good girl. I love you, sweetie. If you slap my face like that again, I'll rip your face apart! I just did what Master Dragon told me to do. If I didn't slap you, nobody would believe us. Can you lower your voice? Everyone can hear what you're saying. Nobody is going to hear us. Did you two hear what we just said? No, Madam. Very nice. That means we've kept our voices down. I heard it with my own two ears. Two snakes are crawling ahead. The third one is about to get into the hole. What is going into the hole? Nothing. The snake is getting into the hole. Copy that. Pouy-sian... Where are you going, wretched liar? I've been thinking about you. You miss me? Very much! Then talk to my bodyguard. But I want to talk to you! Kill them. Hey! Here they come! You wretched wench. What a stupid faggot! What a humongous oad! Help me up. Thank you. You're welcome. Kill them. Come on. Put on the towel for me. Did you think you could beat me? Catch me if you can... Chai Lai! Where are you going? Get back here. Nice to see you again, midget. Surprise! Ogre! How could an ogre be this gorgeous? Why don't you shoot me instead? As you wish! Catch him. Thanks a lot. No! Spadix! No! Spadix! No. We can't kill him before we know where Miki is. I told you not to get on my nerves! Look! He's not dead yet. Let's get him! Come on. Hurry up. Darn it. King Kong, get in. Don't let him get away. Get him! Those darned Chai Lais are getting more and more annoying. Not only are they annoying, but they're also destructive. Don't worry about it, Boss. I've hired the five-nation bounty hunters to finish them off. Good! Take them out! Hello. Earth, is that you? This is me. Hold on a second. Wait! Where are you going, Rose? I'm meeting Gud. It's his birthday. Got to go now. How do I look? Fabulous. - Hold on. - What? Have a great time! That's for sure. See you. Hi, Rose. You almost missed my birthday. But I always make it, don't I? Happy birthday. Will you marry me? Yes... - What's wrong? - I can't eathe. I'm going to die. What? If I can't marry you. Will you marry me? Rose, I've just found a job. Really? What kind of job? Working in a bank. My salary is 8,000 baht a month. Really? I can take care of you from now. I promise. I'll take care of you. How's your job coming along? It's kind of busy. What kind of job do you do? You never told me. You'll find out one day. Rose, are you going to marry me? Yes. I should get going. - Gud. - What? Happy birthday. Thank you. I really got to go. Good night. I'm getting married! What's wrong? You were dancing like a crazy pony. Why did you turn it off? I was just getting into the mood. You still haven't told us. I'll be getting married soon. Gud just proposed to me. Are you sure that he really loves you? Absolutely! He loves me and I love him. We love each other. Talking about men always gets Lotus down. Unlike me. I think I'll quit being a Chai Lai. Are you sure? Gud! - Get up! - Gud! Gud! Let him go! Didn't you hear me? Do you remember what you did to my eye? You're so much in love, right? Gud! Hang in there. Rose, take Gud out of here! Where's Hibiscus? Pouy-sian, come with me. They are too many of them. This way. Hibiscus, stop being a greedy pig. They're coming to get us. - Who? - Dragon's henchmen! - What? - Come on. Quick. - What are you looking for? - Weapons. Let's go! This is not the time to eat. Jump! Jump, Pouy-sian! Gud, climb down into the pool. I'll be right there. Easy now. Here we are. All right. Sit here. Meow! Should we finish them off now, Boss? No, not yet. We have to wait. Get down! Gud, hang in there! Gud. Rose. You idiot, Rose! Your time has come. Kill her! Lotus. I think I'd better go help Rose. I'm kind of worried about her. All right, you be careful. - I'll take care of the rest. - Okay. Gud, hide. Go! It's very dangerous here. Gud! Gud. Gud. Come on! Get angry! Get angry now! How dare you grope my butt? Now, I'm angry! Hey, negro. Why is he so slippery? What stinky eath! You don't know who you're messing with. Spadix. Spadix. Gud. Spadix. Help me! Rose. Spadix. Pouy-sian. Pouy-sian. Let's go! Where are you bimbos going? Cage them! You think you're so tough, huh? This time, all of you will be dead like rats. No, you're dead! Yeah? So, why don't you come out? Come closer and I'll kick your butt. Kathleen. - Gud. - Hibiscus? Where's Hibiscus? Hibiscus. - Hibiscus. - Turn left. Turn left. You're all going to die! - You're all going to die! - Turn left. Shoot them! Shoot! Is she going to miss like last time? I hope not. Yes! That's it. It was close. I knew it. She missed again. Hibiscus. Turn left... Shoot them...! Shoot them! Go straight ahead. Stop. Turn the barrel to the right and shoot! Right. To the right... And shoot! Come on. Shoot them. Come on. Come on. Shoot them. I know how we can get out of here. Grope my butt. Not you! Him! Gud, touch her butt. Touch it. Darn! You're touching my easts! Stop... Come on. Come on. Hurry. Get him. Come on. Gud... Look. This is my masterpiece. Who is he? Rose's boyfriend. You can't be that stupid, can you? We need baits to lure the tigers out of the cave. And he's our bait. Are you getting smarter now, Boss? And who the hell is this freak? She's my trump card. Drag him out here. Kathleen. - Cut his finger off. - Yes, madam. His finger, not mine. I'm sorry, madam. I'm right here. Is this what you called smart, King Kong? Open the door. Gud! What's wrong? I had a nightmare. You must be very worried about Gud. He'll be fine. Trust me. Rose. Your man is so rough. Look. He made my butt swell but only on one side. Stop laughing, Lotus. Shame on you. Look what you've done! Only one of my easts is swollen. Why did you squeeze only one side? Want me to squeeze the other one too? You crazy girl! By the way, it's not a bad idea. For you. What is it? It's a human finger. It must be Gud's finger. Gud's finger? Why do you have to say that? It's not Gud's finger. But the ring... - It's his ring. - Yeah, sure. Sure it is! You're sure, huh? Ouch! It hurts. Hibiscus, your tank man is here. What are you ladies doing? We're just chatting. Nothing much. - Here. - Thank you. I ought it for... That's all right. Thank you very much... He's here to see Rose. Thank you. Are you all right? I'm okay. Thank you. Follow her. Let her be. Since she was born it's the first time a man has given her flowers. I don't think we should fall in love with anyone. Do you remember my wedding day? Do you accept this man to be your husband? No, you don't! Sam. Yeah. I agree with you. We aren't supposed to love anyone. All our loved ones ended up in tragic death. I think I should eak up with Gud. I don't want to see him dead. Good for you. For us Chai Lais, our mission is everything. Wait a minute! Well, I'm in a different situation. My boyfriend and I love each other. We don't have any problems like yours. I'm almost 10 years older, yet we could still have a love story. Is it a love story or a stinky one? Look! Right on time! Let me see what he just sent. Mr. Somsak wants to see us. Mr. Somsak... Boss! Boss! Where is he? A message. Just turn on the iPod. And you will see the command. Tony Jeng. I was informed that our spy would take action tonight. Rose, Lotus, Pouy-sian. Don't let the cub out of your sight. Spadix and Hibiscus. Follow every step Mei Ling takes in Bangkok. All the information is in the book behind the iPod. Commence the operation. Now. Boss! He could've just given us a call instead of getting us to make a trip here. Don't you know our boss keeps up with trends? Look at her face and you'll know. She has a modern look? Okay. Let's get to work. Hey, what's your name? I'm Miki. Do you know Rose? That means you know the Chai Lais, right? Yes, I do. Could you give this banknote to the Chai Lais? Could you give this banknote to the Chai Lais? Give it to them once you get out of here. Take them outside. Move! Hey, kid. Come here. You'd better tell me why this bill is so important. Don't tell him. Just tell him how it's important so he won't hurt me. She's trying to burn it. That means this bill is very important. Just tell him what you know, honey. Please. Please. Hey! The tiger is in the cave now. Let me see. Gud. I thought you wouldn't care about him anymore. I just called out his name, that's all. - Sir. - What? It must be on that island. Come on. Come on. Finally! The Queen of Andaman is in my hand. No! It belongs to my dad. - Come here. - You at. The Chai Lais. Those damn Chai Lais. They just won't get off my back! Go get them! Come here. Chai Lais! Help me, Chai Lais. Let go. Chai Lais! Help me. Rose. Rose! Rose...! Rose...! How dare they set foot in our turf! I saw them right from the start. Our boss invited them here. Bro, Daddy is here. Your dad got invited too? I mean the police, o, the police! The bitch is out, and the puppies are in the cage. Everything's fine. Launch the operation. I'd like to thank everyone for coming to the auction this evening. Of course, all of you will see the most precious pearl in the world today. It's the Queen of Andaman. It belongs to my dad. Ladies and gentlemen, let's start the bidding. Who has the business? Who has the highest bid? 50 million! 50 million? 100 million. 100 million? 150 million. 150 million baht. 200 million. 200 million. 1 billion baht. Surprise! No one shall possess this pearl. Papa! Professor. Miki, don't you worry. I'm here to save you. How are you? I'm fine. You cannot sell this pearl. It is to protect the ocean. Get him. The Chai Lais! Your fun time is over. Those who don't want to get involved, leave! Do you hear that? Why are you still standing here? - Get out! - Let's kick their butts. You want to get my boss? Over my dead body! How could you do that? She's pregnant. She's just full of poop. Look at what's in her hand. Benlo. (Herbal medicine to regulate menstruation) Get out! Go! You came at the right time, witches. Rose. What should we do, Boss? Earth, get my kid out of here. Take that girl with us. Do as we planned! You guys stay here. I'll be right back. Wait for me. Follow me. - Let me go. - Darkie, finish them. Papa! Bang...! Hey, what's wrong with you? It's over there! Take it. Come on. - Let go of me! It hurts. - Hibiscus. Hibiscus. Run! Holy moly! Let's go! Hold on. I'm fine. Let's go. Papa! Follow me, sir. Let's get out of here. Let me go. Let me go. - On your feet! - Yes, sir. This way. This way, sir. Here you go, sir. Get the girl in there. Why didn't you tell me you were already in the car? Leave it to me, Boss. You can trust my ability. I trust your ability, but not your eyes. Come on, handsome. - Close the door. - Yes, sir. Don't struggle. Where the heck are you going? Sorry, sir. I forgot. Are you done yet? Let's go. - Come on. - Go! - You're always in my way. - Rose... You're always obstructing my work. Let him go now! I said let him go! Release him. You really love him, don't you? You can't live without love, can you? This is for ruining my plan! Gud! Gud...! Let's go. Mei. Gud... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for lying to you, Gud. I'm sorry. Don't get mad at me. I'll take care of you. I promise. I'll take care of you. You can't die on me, Gud. Don't you remember your promise? You told me you'd take care of me forever. You can't leave me like this. Stay with me. Don't leave me, Gud. Gud, I'm sorry. Don't leave me. You promised you'd take care of me. You can't leave me like this, Gud. Rose. Rose. Gud. Hey, kid. Tell me how I can take the pearl out of the glass ball. I'm not telling you. - Tell me! - No! - Tell me now! - No! You imbecile. Why the hell did you stop the car? Here we are, sir. You go get her. Yes, Boss. Stop. I said stop. Stop. - Stop! - Stop! Boss. Kong, go get that girl. And meet me on the roof-deck. All right. Stop. Hold it right there. Don't you know who I am? Darn! What took them so long? Chai Lai! You found me. I'm impressed. I didn't come for you. I'm here to retrieve the treasure of Mother Nature. The treasure of Mother Nature? It's my treasure. This is worth billions and I won't let it slip out of my hands. You know what? This Andaman Pearl keeps the ocean calm. You must return it to where it belongs or else it'll gradually lose its energy. When that happens, we'll see a huge explosion. The whole city will be destroyed. Give it back now! Really? An explosion? What a joke! If you want it, come and get it. Go! Wait! Help me get my leg off the railing. I told you not to be so dramatic. Go! Stop kicking, you nasty girl. Catch her! Go get that girl. Yes, Boss. I dropped the gun, Boss. Go pick it up. Yes, Boss. You have the nerve to want to fight me, huh? You're still wet behind the eyes. You mean ears. You smart aleck! - Have you found it yet? - No, not yet. Where the hell is my gun? Found it yet? If I were rich, I would have my eyes fixed then I'd be able to see properly. What are you holding in your hand? A gun. Kathleen, shoot that kid! Yes, Madam! Kathleen, what have you done? Shoot her, not me! Sorry! My bad! - Shoot! - Okay. Did I get her? You still got me, not her. You want another shot? - Shoot! - Right away! How come she's still alive? Is she dead yet? Not yet! She's running away. Shoot her again. Shoot! Okay. Follow her! Follow her! Okay... I'm going. Thank you all for a job well done. Anyway without the help of my trusted spy this mission couldn't have been accomplished. Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to... Kathleen. Watch your step. Be careful. Beware of the steps, you crazy-eyed woman. Come here. This is my trusted spy. We're getting married soon. Why did you let her get pregnant before you're married? She's not pregnant. It's just her cute little tummy. After our honeymoon I'll find an ophthalmologist to get the surgery done. For her, sir? No, for me! I want my eyes to be just like hers. How could she be a spy? We have absolutely no clue about it. Yeah. I'm a darn good actress, mind you. A good spy must have good focus. Just like Kathleen. I have a new mission for you. I'm sending you to go after Bin Ladin. What? Bin Ladin! And I want you to meet a new member of the Chai Lais. Miki. Hi! Come, my crazy-eyed darling. Don't look at me like that. Let's go. Tonight, I'm going to cure your eyes and make you... Papa, I did everything that you desired to do. Don't worry about me. I'll fight against evil and make this world a better place. May you rest in peace, my beloved daddy. Get ready for the next mission. The Chai Lais in a battlefield. Don't come near me! I have a grenade, see? Kathleen. Throw the grenade! Rock and roll! Charge! Shoot them, Kathleen! Shoot them! Shoot! Back off or you'll be dead. Shoot! Let's go! I fled to the south but you've caught up with me. Kathleen. Miki. Pouy-sian! Miki. Don't give him a chance! Die! Miki, shoot them! Pouy-sian. Keep fighting, Chai Lais!
Where no man has gone before. Dr. Cochrane would be proud of you. I know the whole speech by heart. When's it going to be ready to fly? Let the paint dry first. No, I mean your ship. Not for awhile. It's not even built yet. You know that. How big will it be? Pretty big. Bigger than Ambassador Pointy's ship? His name is Soval and he's been very helpful and I told you not to call him that, Jonathan. Well, Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp 5 by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us. Well, they have their reasons. God knows what they are. ( grunting) ( grunts) Drop your weapon. I mean it! Roqnuh, pagh qoH! Mang juH! I don't understand a word you're saying, but I guarantee you, I know how to use this. Hich ghaH! Qagh DoQ! It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The Ventral Plating Team says they'll be done in about three days. Be sure they match the color to the nacelle housings. Planning to sit on the hull and pose for some postcards? Maybe. God, she's beautiful. And fast. Warp 4.5 next Thursday. Neptune and back in six minutes. Let's take a look at the lateral sensor array. Give me a sec. Slow down. There. Those are the ports that buckled during the last test. They need to be reinforced. ( console beeping) Great. You scratched the paint. Sorry. ( communications beep) Orbital Six. Captain Archer, sir. Go ahead. Admiral Forrest needs you at Starfleet Medical right away. Who was chasing him? We don't know. They were incinerated in the methane explosion and the farmer's description was vague at best. How did they get here? What kind of ship? They were using some kind of stealth technology. We're still analyzing our sensor logs. I'd like to see those logs. The Klingons made it very clear they want us to expedite this. It happened on our soil. That's irrelevant. Ambassador, with all due respect, we have a right to know what's going on here. You will be apprised of all pertinent information. And just who gets to decide what's pertinent information? Admiral. John. I think you know everyone. Not everyone. It's a Klingot. A Klingon. Where'd he come from? Oklahoma. A corn farmer named Moore shot him with a plasma rifle. Says it was self-defense. Fortunately, Soval and I have maintained close contact with Kronos since the incident occurred. Kronos? It's the Klingons' homeworld. This gentleman's some sort of a courier. Evidently, he was carrying crucial information back to his people. When he was nearly killed by your farmer. Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off your launch until we've cleared this up. Well, isn't that a surprise. You'd think they would have come up with something a little more imaginative this time. Sarcasm aside, Captain, the last thing your people need is to make an enemy of the Klingon Empire. If we hadn't convinced them to let us take Klaang's corpse back to Kronos, Earth would most likely be facing a squadron of warbirds by the end of the week. Corpse? Is he dead? Excuse me. Is this man dead? His autonomic system was disrupted by the blast, but his redundant neural function... Is he going to die? Not necessarily. Let me get this straight. You're going to disconnect this man from life-support even though he could live. Now, where's the logic in that? Klaang's culture finds honor in death. If they saw him like this, he'd be disgraced. They're a warrior race. They dream of dying in battle. If you understood the complexities of interstellar diplomacy... So that's your diplomatic solution? To do what they tell you? Pull the plug? Your metaphor is crude... but accurate. We may be crude, but we're not murderers. You're not going to let them do this, are you? The Klingons have demanded that we return Klaang immediately. Admiral? We may need to defer to their judgment. We've been deferring to their judgment for a hundred years. John... How much longer? Until you've proven you're ready. Ready to what? To look beyond your provincial attitudes and your volatile nature. Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on your ass. These Klingons, they're anxious to get their man back. Fine. I can have my ship ready to go in three days. We'll take him back home... alive. This is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs. Dan? What about your crew? Your Com Officer's in Brazil. You haven't selected a medical officer yet. Three days... that's all I need. Admiral? We've been waiting for nearly a century, Ambassador. This seems as good a time as any to get started. Listen to me. You're making a mistake! When your logic doesn't work, you raise your voice? You've been on Earth too long. I had a feeling their approach wouldn't sit too well with you. Don't screw this up. I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport. I presume you mean fruits and vegetables. I mean armory officers and helmsmen. I don't think I'm quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a datastream. They claim it's safe. Do they, indeed? Well, I certainly hope the Captain doesn't plan on making us use it. Don't worry. From what I'm told, he won't even put his dog through this thing. ( sighs) This is ridiculous. I ask for plasma coils and they send me a case of valve sealant. There's no chance I can have these weapons on line in three days. We're just taking a sick man back to his homeworld. Why do we need weapons? Didn't you read the profile report on these Klingons? Apparently, they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle. No doubt Mr. Tucker will reassure me that my equipment will be here tomorrow. ( with Southern accent): Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit heavy? Feels all right. Earth sea level. My father always kept it at .8 G. Thought it put a little spring in his step. After being raised on cargo ships, it must have felt like you had lead in your boots when you got to Earth. Beautiful. Lock it off right there. I believe you missed a spot. Commander Tucker, Ensign Travis Mayweather. He just arrived. Our Space Boomer. How fast have you gotten her? Warp 4. We'll be going to 4.5 as soon as we clear Jupiter. Think you can handle it? 4.5? Pardon me, but if I don't realign the deflector, the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Your equipment will here in the morning. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Very good. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Carlos... Ltrunghi! krqltt! Ltrunghi! krqltt! ( trills R, clicks tongue): ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Tighten the back of your tongue. ! krqltt! ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Keep trying; you've almost got it. I'll be right back. It's two more weeks before exams. It's impossible for me to leave now. You've got to have someone who can cover for you. If there was anyone else who can do what I do, you wouldn't be so eager to have me on your spaceship. Hoshi. I'm sorry, Captain, I owe it to these kids. I could order you. I'm on leave from Starfleet, remember? You would have to forcibly recall me, which would require a reprimand, which would disqualify me from serving on an active vessel. I need someone with your ear. And you'll have her... in three weeks. Poq volcha vaY Du bogh Qapla'! Wh-what's that? Klingon. Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of their linguistic database. I thought you said the Vulcans were opposed to this. They are, but we agreed to make a few compromises. So'wl chu'lu'ta sonchly yem Surgh... What do you know about these Klingons? Not much. An empire of warriors with 80 poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax. Turn it up. BlmoHqu K'ntah... Think of it. You'd be the first human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it? Since when do we have Vulcan science officers? Since we needed their starcharts to get to Kronos. So we get a few maps and they get to put a spy on our ship? Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a chaperone. I thought the whole point of this was to get away from the Vulcans. Four days there and four days back... then she's gone. In the meantime, we're to extend her every courtesy. I don't know... I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the Bridge. ( door chimes) Here we go. Come in. This confirms that I was transferred to your command at 0800 hours. Reporting for duty. ( sniffing) Is there a problem? No, sir. Oh, I forgot. Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you. I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations. I took a shower this morning. How about you, Captain? I'm sorry. This is Commander Charles Tucker llI. Subcommander T'Pol. Trip. I'm called Trip. I'll try to remember that. While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What's said in this room and out on that Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command. My reason for being here is not espionage. My superior simply asked me to assist you. Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us. I didn't request this assignment, Captain, and you can be certain that when this mission's over, I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you'll be to have me go. ( whimpering) If there's nothing else... That'll be all. When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight 90 years ago and drew the attention of our new friends, the Vulcans, we realized that we weren't alone in the galaxy. Today, we are about to cross a new threshold. For nearly a century, we've waded ankle deep in the ocean of space. Now it's finally time to swim. ( applause) The warp 5 engine wouldn't be a reality without men like Dr. Cochrane and Henry Archer who worked so hard to develop it. So it's only fitting that Henry's son, Jonathan Archer, will command the first starship powered by that engine. Rather than quoting Dr. Cochrane, I think we should listen to his own words from the dedication ceremony for the Warp 5 Complex 32 years ago. On this site, a powerful engine will be built, an engine that will someday help us to travel a hundred times faster than we can today. Imagine it... thousands of inhabited planets at our fingertips, and we'll be able to explore those strange new worlds and seek out new life and new civilizations. This engine will let us go boldly where no man has gone before. Take her out, Mr. Mayweather. Straight and steady. How we doing, Trip? Ready when you are. Prepare for warp. Course laid in, sir. Request permission to get underway. The coordinates are off by .2 degrees. Thank you. Let's go. ( pre-echoing): Where's Klaang? ( pre-echoing): The humans have him. Did you lose anyone else? Two of my soldiers were killed. One of them was a friend. Can you prevent it? Our agreement doesn't provide for correcting mistakes. Recover the evidence. I will, I promise you. When will we speak again? Don't be concerned with when. Love what you've done with the place. Those are immunocytic gel worms. Try not to shake them. What'd you think of Earth? Intriguing. I especially liked the Chinese food. Have you ever tried it? I lived in San Francisco all my life. Ah. Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic, but what you lack biologically, you make up for with your charming optimism. Not to mention your egg drop soup. Be very careful with that. ( animal chittering) What's in there? An Altarian marsupial. ( chittering) Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere. Their droppings? If you're going to try to em ace new worlds, you must try to em ace new ideas. That's why the Vulcans initiated the Interspecies Medical Exchange. There's a lot to be learned. I'm sorry to take you away from your program, but our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon. Please, no apologies. What better time to study human beings than when they're under pressure? It's a rare opportunity, and your Klingon friend... I've never had the chance to examine a living one before. Ensign Mayweather tells me that we'll be to Kronos in about 80 hours. Any chance he'll be conscious by then? There's a chance he'll be conscious within the next ten minutes... just not a very good one. 80 hours, Doctor. If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own two feet, he doesn't stand much of a chance. I'll do the best I can. Optimism, Captain! You're upside down, Ensign. Yes, sir. Care to explain why? When I was a kid, we called it the sweet spot. Every ship's got one. Sweet spot? It's usually about halfway between the grav-generator and the bow plate. Grab ahold of the hatch. No, no, no, on either side. Now push off. Push off. Wow. Whoa! It takes practice. You ever slept in zero G? Slept? It's just like being back in the womb. The Captain tells me you've been to Trillius Prime. It took fourth, fifth and sixth grades to get there. I've also been to Draylax and both the Teneebian moons. I've only been on one inhabited planet besides Earth. Nothing there but dust-dwelling ticks. I've heard the women on Draylax have... Three. Yeah, it's true. You know that firsthand? Firsthand, secondhand, thirdhand. I guess growing up a boomer has its advantages. ( chuckling) Got an empty seat here, Commander. Sorry, dinner with the boss tonight. Grand Canyon? No. Big Sur Aquarium. Sightseeing was not one of my assignments. Hmm... All work and no play... Everybody should get out for a little fun now and then. All our recreational needs are provided at the Compound. ( door chimes) Come in. You should have started without me. Sit down. T'Pol tells me she's been living at the Vulcan Compound in Sausalito. No kidding. I lived a few blocks from there when I first joined Starfleet. Great parties at the Vulcan Compound. ( chuckling) It might be a little easier using your fingers. Vulcans don't touch food with their hands. Can't wait to see you tackle the spareribs. Don't worry. We know you're a vegetarian. Looks delicious. Tell Chef I said thanks. Of course, sir. You humans claim to be enlightened, yet you still consume the flesh of animals. Grandma taught me never judge a species by their eating habits. Enlightened might be too strong a word, but, if you'd been on Earth 50 years ago, I think you'd be impressed by what we've gotten done. You have yet to em ace either patience or logic. You remain impulsive carnivores. Yeah. What about war, disease, hunger? Pretty much wiped them out in less than two generations. I wouldn't call that small potatoes. It remains to be seen whether humanity will revert to its baser instincts. Well, we used to have cannibals on Earth. Who knows how far we'll revert? Lucky this isn't a long mission. Human instinct is pretty strong. You can't expect us to change overnight. With proper discipline... anything's possible. Warp 4.3, sir. Not much of a change. I don't know... Does anybody else feel that? Feel what? Those vi ations like little tremors? You're imagining it. Bring us to 4.4, Ensign. There, what do you call that? The deflector's sequencing. It's perfectly normal. Perhaps you'd like to go to your quarters and lie down. Ponfo mirann. I was instructed to speak English on this voyage and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that. It's easy to get a little jumpy when you're traveling at 30 million kilometers a second. Should be old hat in a week's time. ( communications beep) Archer. This is Dr. Phlox, Captain. Our patient is regaining consciousness. On my way. Hoshi. Pung ghap HoS! Pung ghap HoS! What's wrong? The translator... it's not locking on to his dialect. The syntax won't align. DujDaj Hegh! Uh... Tell him we're taking him home. Um... Ingan Hoch, juH! Tujpa'qul Dun? Oh, he wants to know who we are. Ou'ghewmey Enterprise. PugloD. Nentay lupHom! LupHom... ship... He's asking for his ship back. Say it was destroyed. Sonchly. Vengen Sto-Vo-Kor Dos! I-I'm not sure, but I think he said something about eating the afterlife? Try the translator again. I-I-I'm going to need to run what we've got through the phonetic processor. MajOa blmoHqu! He says... he says his wife has grown ugly? I am sorry, Captain. I'm doing the best I can. Excuse me. His prefrontal cortex is hyperstimulated. I doubt he has any idea what he's saying. Hljol OaOqu'nay! I think the Doctor's right, Captain, unless stinky boots has something to do with all this. T-that's the warp reactor again, right? OaOqu'nay! Bridge, report. T' We've dropped out of warp, sir. Main power... ( electronic fritzing) We're losing power on all decks. I think I just saw something off the starboard bow. What? I don't know. It might have just been the sensors going down. Qa'rot bah chu'lu'ta! Auxiliary power should have kicked in by now. Sonchly DaHjaj pung'gaP! You want to tell him to shut up? Shut up! DaHjaj pung'gaP... We may have to sedate him. I need to get to the Bridge. DaHjaj pung'gaP... Captain. There's someone here. ( rustling) ( rustling) Crewman! Suliban. ( screams) You all right? Yeah. We've got state-of-the-art sensors. Why the hell didn't we detect them? Mr. Reed thought he detected something right before we lost power. The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance. Looks more like a glitch. Those weren't glitches in Sick Bay. I want a complete analysis of that disturbance. Where do we stand on weapons? I still have to tune the targeting scanners. What are you waiting for? Captain... The Klingon seemed to know who they were. See if you can translate what he said. Right away. Captain, there's no way you could have anticipated this. I'm sure Ambassador Soval will understand. You're the Science Officer. Why don't you help Trip with that analysis? The astrometric computer in San Francisco will be far more effective. We're not going to San Francisco, so make do with what we've got here. You've lost the Klingon. Your mission is over. I didn't lose the Klingon, he was taken, and I'm going to find out who took him. How do you plan to do that? Space is very big, Captain. A shadow on your sensors won't help you find them. This is a foolish mission. Come with me. I'm not interested in what you think about this mission, so take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions. Your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system. I've been listening to you Vulcans tell us what not to do my entire life. I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding. He deserved to see that launch. You may have life spans of 200 years... we don't. You are going to be contacting Starfleet to advise them of our situation. No, I'm not, and neither are you. Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful. What have you found, Doctor? Mr. Klaang was right about one thing. He is a Suliban, but, unless I'm mistaken, he is no ordinary one. Meaning? His DNA is Suliban, but his anatomy has been altered. Look at this lung. Five onchial lobes, you see. It should only have three. And look at the alveoli clusters. They've been modified to process different kinds of atmosphere. Are you saying he's some kind of a mutant? Well, I, uh... I suppose I am, but this was no accident. No, uh, freak of nature. This man was the recipient of some very sophisticated genetic engineering. Watch this. Subcutaneous pigment sacs. A biomimetic garment and the eyes are my favorite. Compound retinas. He most likely saw things even your sensors couldn't detect. It's not in their genome? No, certainly not. The Suliban are no more evolved than humans. It is very impressive work, though. I've never seen anything quite like it. How about this? It's just background noise. Your sensors aren't capable of isolating plasma decay. How can you be so damn sure what our sensors can do? Vulcan children play with toys that are more sophisticated. You know... some people say you Vulcans do nothing but patronize us, but if they were here now, if they could see how far you're bending over backwards to help me, they'd eat their words. Your Captain's mission was to return the Klingon to his people. He no longer has the Klingon. I realize he's only a simple Earthling, but did it ever occur to you that he might know what he's doing? It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been around too long... God knows you remind us of that every chance you get... But does that mean the man who's been put in charge of this mission doesn't deserve our support? Then again, loyalty's an emotion... isn't it? Any luck? Not really. My analysis of the spatial disturbance Mr. Reed saw indicates a stealth vessel with a tricyclic plasma drive. If we can figure out the decay rate of their plasma, we'll be able to find their warp trail. T' Unfortunately, your sensors were not designed to measure plasma decay. Are you sure it's safe to stand so close to that? What have you got? I've managed to translate most of what Klaang said, but none of it makes sense. Nothing about the Suliban? Nope. Does that name ring a bell to you? They're a somewhat primitive species from Sector 3641, but they've never posed a threat. Well, they have now. Did he say anything about Earth? The word's not even in their database. It's all there. There are only four words that I couldn't translate. Probably just proper nouns. Jelik, Sarin, Rigel, Tholia. Anything sound familiar? T'Pol? Rigel is a planetary system approximately 15 light-years from our present position. Why the hesitation? According to the navigational log salvaged from Klaang's ship, Rigel X was the last place he stopped before crashing on your planet. Why do I get the feeling you weren't going to share that little piece of information? I wasn't authorized to reveal the details of our findings. The next time I learn you're withholding something, you're going to spend the rest of this voyage confined to some very cramped quarters. Understood? Archer to Helm. Mayweather. Go into the Vulcan starcharts and find a system called Rigel. Then set a course for the tenth planet. Yes, sir. Are you certain he's telling the truth? Absolutely certain. The drugs are working. Keep him alive while I'm gone. As soon as we've tied down, we'll be descending into the trade complex. It has 36 levels. Your translators have been programmed for Rigelian. However, you'll encounter numerous other species. Many of them are known to be impatient with newcomers. None of them have seen a human before. You have a tendency to be gregarious. I suggest you try to restrain that tendency. You forgot to warn us about drinking the water. Dr. Phlox isn't concerned with the food and water, but he does caution against intimate contact. The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was there to get something, whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken. It was just a few days ago. A seven-foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed. ( conversations in many languages) ( buzzing) ( woman screaming) What in the world...? It's nothing that concerns us. ( rhythmic electronic music playing) Would you like to meet them? I can arrange it. Is this where you saw Klaang? I'll show you where, but, first, you should enjoy yourselves. Which one would you prefer? We should get going. Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms? Sir... Oh, yes, absolutely. You're right. ( soft thumping) ( boy gasping) T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Hey! T' Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang, but they told me about an enclave on Level 19 where Klingons have been known to go. Something about live food. Where on Level 19? The easternmost subsection, by the geothermal shafts. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. ( gasping) Archer out. What are you doing? Leave the kid alone! Don't get involved. You see what she's doing? He's going to suffocate. They're Lorillians. Before the age of four, they can only eathe methyloxide. The mother is simply weaning her son. Could have fooled me. Humans can't refrain from drawing conclusions. You should learn to objectify other cultures, so you know when to interfere and when not to. Isn't an enclave supposed to have people? Enclave can mean a lot of things. T'Pol said something about live food. I don't see any restaurants. ( talking in distance) Hello! Excuse me! Ha'quj jeg! They looked Klingon to me. Archer to T'Pol. ( static) T'Pol, come in. ( static) ( clattering) Maybe we should get back to where there are more people. There are plenty of people right here. Stay behind me. ( screams) You're looking for Klaang. Why? Who the hell are you? My name is Sarin. Tell me about the people who took Klaang off your ship. I was hoping you could tell me. They looked a lot like your friends outside. Where were you taking him? Why don't you look like your friends? Would you prefer I did? What I'd prefer is you give me Klaang back. So you could take him where? Home. We were just taking him home. You better be careful. I'm a lot bigger than you are. If you're thinking of harming me, I'd advise against it. What are you doing? Why were you taking Klaang home? You know, under different circumstances, I might be flattered by this, but... That's never happened before. I've been given the ability to measure trust, but it requires close contact. You're Suliban. I was a member of the Cabal, but not any longer. The price of evolution was too high. Evolution? Some of my people are so anxious to improve themselves, that they've lost perspective. So you know I'm not lying to you. Now what? Klaang was carrying a message to his people. How do you know that? I gave it to him. What kind of message? The Suliban have been staging attacks within the Klingon Empire, making it appear that one faction is attacking another. Klaang was inging proof of this to his High Council. Without that proof, the Empire could be thrown into chaos. Why would the Suliban want that? The Cabal doesn't make decisions on its own. They're simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war. Temporal? You've lost me. They're taking orders from the distant future. What? We can help you find Klaang, but we don't have a starship. You'll have to take us with you. Where's your vessel? On the roof. Docking Port 3. This way. Trip. Find Klaang. Where's the pod? Over here. No, it's this way. Come on. Lieutenant Reed, this is Archer. Come in. ( staticky transmission) We're on the roof. You need to get up here as quickly as... you can... ( static) We've been trying to reach you, Captain. We're back in the shuttle. Ask him where they are. The storm's getting worse. Captain, what's your location? The weather is definitely... ( staticky transmission) Great! Like I said, it's back there. I've never seen lightning in a snowstorm before. The storm's kicking up too much interference. I can't isolate human bio-signs. They could be anywhere in the complex. Try Vulcan bio-signs. ( knocking) I found her. ( knocking continues) Get Hoshi to the ship. Now! Go! Enterprise needs its Captain. Give me the weapons. I said go. ( groans) The starboard thruster's down. Ignore it. Take us up. ( groaning) We need instructions. Open a channel. Subcommander T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. T' We'll be docking in four minutes. Have Dr. Phlox meet us in Decon. Acknowledged. Is someone wounded? The Captain. I'm taking command of Enterprise. I can't do it. Yes, you can. Take her up... straight and steady. Damn. You can't be afraid of the wind. Learn to trust it. It shouldn't take more than a few moments. Is this really necessary? The others scanned negative. You two, unfortunately, were exposed to a protocystian spore. I've loaded the appropriate decon gel into compartment B. Tell Mr. Mayweather to prepare to leave orbit. How's the Captain? I'm treating his wound. Will he be all right? Eventually. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you just kind of an observer on this mission? I don't remember anyone telling me you were a member of Starfleet. My Vulcan rank supersedes yours. Apples and oranges. This is an Earth vessel. You're in no position to take command. As soon as we're through here, I'll contact Ambassador Soval. He'll speak to your superiors, and I'm certain they'll support my authority in this situation. You must really be proud of yourself. You can put an end to this mission while the Captain's still unconscious in Sick Bay. You won't even have to look him in the eye. Your precious cargo was stolen. Three Suliban, perhaps more, were killed, and Captain Archer has been seriously wounded. It seems to me this mission has put an end to itself. Turn around. Let's say you're right. Let's say we screwed up, just like you always knew we would. It's still a pretty good bet that whoever blew that hole in the Captain's leg is connected somehow to the people that took Klaang. I fail to see your point. Captain Archer deserves a chance to see this through. If you knew him, you'd realize that's what he's about. He needs to finish what he starts. His daddy was the same way. You obviously share your Captain's belief that my people were responsible for impeding Henry Archer's accomplishments. He only wanted to see his engine fly. They never even gave him the chance to fail. Here you are, 30 years later, proving just how consistent you Vulcans can be. ( gasps) Very nice, very nice. Your myofibers are fusing beautifully. How long have I...? Less than six hours. I thought it best to keep you sedated while the osmotic eel cauterized your wound. Thanks. How you doing, Captain? Well, that depends. What's been going on the last six hours? As your highest-ranking officer, I assumed command while you were incapacitated. Are we underway? You didn't waste much time, did you? Is he fit to resume command? As long as he returns for more eel therapy tomorrow. How long before we get back to Earth? Earth, sir? We're currently tracking the Suliban vessel that left Rigel shortly after you were injured. You got their plasma decay rate? With Mr. Tucker's assistance, I modified your sensors. We now have the resolution to detect their warp trail. What happened to This is a foolish mission? This is a foolish mission. The Suliban are clearly a hostile race with technology far superior to yours, but as acting Captain, I was obligated to anticipate your wishes. As acting Captain, you could have done whatever the hell you wanted to do. I should return to the Bridge. Dismissed. Modifying the sensors was her idea, sir. Enterprise Starlog, Captain Jonathan Archer, April 16, 2151. We've been tracking the Suliban ship for ten hours thanks to our Science Officer who came up with a way to tweak the sensors. Computer, pause. I save her life, now she's helping us with a mission. One good turn deserves another. Doesn't sound very Vulcan. Resume log. I have no reason to believe that Klaang is still alive, but if what the Suliban woman told me is true, it's crucial that we try to find him. Computer, pause. Have you ever known a Vulcan to return a favor? No, neither have I. Resume log. I still haven't decided whether to ask Subcommander T'Pol about this Temporal Cold War. My instincts tell me not to trust her. Computer, pause. Archer to T'Pol. Report. If you're feeling well enough to come to the Bridge, Captain, now would be a good time. It's a gas giant. From the looks of it, a Class-6 or 7. Class-7. The Suliban vessel dropped to impulse a few hours ago and altered course. Their new heading took them through its outer radiation belt. We've lost them. Yes. Move us in closer. Anything? The radiation's dissipated their warp trail. I'm only picking up fragments. You finished helping us? Lieutenant, run a spectral analysis of the fragments. There's too much distortion. The decay rates don't even match. Calculate the trajectory of each fragment. Sir? You heard her. Recali ate the sensor array, narrow band, short-to mid-range. Aye, sir. Measure the particle density of the thermosphere. Your instincts were right. Those fragments weren't from one Suliban ship. They were from 14 and all within the last six hours. I believe we have found what we're looking for. How are your targeting scanners? Aligned and ready, sir. Bring the weapons on line and polarize the hull plating. Lay in a 60-degree vector. We're going in. ( pre-echoing): Did Sarin give them anything? ( pre-echoing): I don't know. What do you know? They followed us here. Looking for Klaang or for you? I don't know, but I will destroy them before they locate the helix. We didn't plan to involve the humans or the Vulcans... not yet. Sarin's message cannot reach Kronos. If the humans have it, you must stop them. Sensor resolution's falling off at about 12 kilometers. Travis? I'm okay, Captain. Our situation should improve. We're about to eak through the cyclohexane layer. I wouldn't exactly call this an improvement. Liquid phosphorous. I wouldn't have expected that beneath a layer of cyclohexane. You might think about recommending seat belts when we get home. It's just a little bad weather. ( console beeping) We've got sensors. Level off. Go to long-range scans. I'm detecting two vessels, bearing 119 mark 7. Put it up. Impulse and warp engines. What kind of weapons? We're too far away. Sir, I'm picking up something at 342 mark 12. It's a lot bigger. All sensors, get whatever you can. Go tighter. Bio-signs? Over 30,000, but I can't isolate a Klingon if there is one. ( console beeping) That was a particle weapon, sir. Bridge, we're taking damage down here. What's going on? Just a little trouble with the bad guys. I suggest we return to the phosphorous layer. Take us up. Captain. What have you got? It appears to be an aggregate structure comprised of hundreds of vessels. They're held in place by an interlocking system of magnetic seals. There. Right there. These bio-readings are not Suliban. We can't be certain they're Klingon. Even if it is Klaang, we'd have a tough time getting him out of there. We could always try the transporting device. We've risked too much to ing him back inside-out. Would the grappler work in a liquid atmosphere? I believe so. Bring it on line. One more time, Mr. Mayweather. The ventral plating's down. Hold your position. Lead ship's closing. 7,000 meters. 6,000. We should ascend. Hold your position. 1,000 meters. Forward plating's off-line. Now, Mr. Reed. The ship's in the Launch Bay. Ask me another one. All right. What's this? The pitch control. No, that's the pitch control. This is the guidance system. Pitch control, guidance system. Got it. The docking interface... How do you deploy it? Release the inertial clamps here, here and here, then initialize the coaxial ports. Good. Where's the auxiliary throttle? Hmm. It's not this one. With all due respect to Commander Tucker, I'm pretty sure I can fly this thing, sir. I don't doubt that, but I need you here. There, that's it. Auxiliary throttle. ( low rumbling) Captain, that charge contained a proximity sweep. If we remain here, they're going to locate us. You're going to have to speed this up a little, Travis. How complicated can it be? Up, down, forward, reverse. I can figure it out. We'll be back before you know it. Have Mayweather plot a course for Kronos. There's a Vulcan ship less than two days away. It's illogical to attempt this alone. I was beginning to think you understood why we have to do this alone. You'll have other opportunities to demonstrate your independence. Never put off till tomorrow... You both could be killed. Am I sensing concern? Last time I checked, that was considered an emotion. If anything happens to either of you, the Vulcan High Command will hold me responsible. ( door chimes) Come in. You finished? Sir. This should reverse the polarity of any maglock within a hundred meters. Once you've set the sequence, you'll have five seconds. One more thing. Ah, our new weapons. They're called phase-pistols. They have two settings... Stun and kill. It would be best not to confuse them. ( rumbling) Time to go. The ship is yours. ( chirping alarm) What's that? Travis said not to worry about that panel. That's reassuring. Hold on. That was a lot closer. If we change our position, they'll have to start from scratch. If we change our position, the Captain will have no way of finding us. I think we're there. Bring the docking interface on line. Coaxial ports. Open. Let's go. Where is it? It was right there. Bank starboard, 90 degrees. There you are. That's the upper-support radius. Drop down right below it. Start a counterclockwise sweep. A little more. A little more. ( alarm beeping) Right there. Stun seems to work. Grab onto something! ( alarms blaring) This is ridiculous! If we don't move the ship, Captain Archer won't have anything to look for when he gets back. We're going to need that ear of yours. Move us away five kilometers. In what direction? Any direction. This is going be easier than I thought. It's okay. We're getting you off this thing. ( growls) ( growling) I really don't want to have to carry you out of here. You okay? I think he gets the idea. Give him a hand. Ou'taw boh! Be quiet. MaH! Borat! Borat! Muh tok! Dajvo tagh! Borat! You tell him, big guy. Give me the box! ( grunting) Thanks. Get to the ship. I'll be right behind you. ( electronic whine) ( alarm blaring) Captain? It worked, Trip. Where are you? I'm still in the central core. Get Klaang back to Enterprise. What about you, sir? Get him to the ship. You can come back for me. It's going to be hard to isolate your bio-signs so stay as far away from the Suliban as you can. Believe me, I'll try. RaOpo jadlCH! I don't particularly like the way you smell, either! MajOa! I don't get it. This is right where they're supposed to be. The charges are getting closer again. Another five kilometers, Ensign. At this rate, the Captain will never find us. Wait a minute. I think I've got something. Amplify it. ( cacophony of radio signals, distorted background noise) It's Commander Tucker. All I hear is noise. It's just a narrow notch in the mid-range. He says he's about to ignite his thruster exhaust. 158 mark 13. Laid in. Ahead, 50 kph. Shaya tonat. You're welcome. Two kilometers, dead ahead. Initiate docking procedures. I'm only picking up two bio-signs. One Klingon, one human. ( footsteps echoing) Turn this ship around now. Our mission is to return the Klingon to his homeworld. Another rescue attempt could jeopardize that mission. The Captain specifically told us to come back for him. As Commanding Officer, it's my job to interpret the Captain's orders. I just told you his orders! What's there to interpret? T' Captain Archer may very well have told you to return for him later because he knew how stubborn you can be. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You might have risked Klaang's life in a foolish attempt to swing back and rescue the Captain. I can't believe this! The situation must be analyzed logically. I don't remember the Captain analyzing anything when he went back for you on that roof. That is a specious analogy. Is it? SULIBAN ( pre-echoing): You're wasting your time. Klaang knows nothing. It would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room. ( pre-echoing): What is this room? What goes on here? You're very curious, John. May I call you John? Am I supposed to be impressed you know my name? I've learned a great deal about you... Even more than you know. Well, I guess you have me at a disadvantage. So why don't you drop this invisible man routine and... let me see who I'm talking to? Hull plating's been repolarized. Stand by impulse engines. Mr. Tucker, status? The auto-sequencer's on line, but annular confinement's still off by two microns. That should suffice. Easy for you to say. If the Suliban have reestablished their defenses, we'll have no other option. You wouldn't have come looking for Klaang if Sarin had told you what she knew. That means you're no threat to me, John, but I do need you to leave this room. Now. This chameleon thing is pretty fancy. Was it payment for pitting the Klingons against each other or a trophy from your Temporal Cold War? I was going to let you go. Really? Then you obviously don't know as much about me as you thought you did. On the contrary. I could've told you what day you were going to die, but I suppose that's about to change. What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from getting knocked on your butt? What you call tricks, we call progress. Are you aware that your genome is almost identical to that of an ape? The Suliban don't share humanity's patience with natural selection. So to speed things up a little, you struck a deal with the devil? We have four more coming up on starboard. Can we dock, Ensign? These aren't ideal conditions. Mr. Tucker, we're going to Plan B. Now! Bridge, we've got him. Sorry, Captain, we had no other choice. ( bell tolling) pung ghap HoS! Ram Meqmey! Vubpu' jon nuchpa! ( deep thumping) Malja'gor. Wo'migh gaCH Qo'noS! Something about disgracing the Empire. He says he's ready to die. Poq! ( murmuring approval) chugDah hegh... volcha vay. I'll take that as a thank you. I don't think they have a word for thank you. What did he say? You don't want to know. ( door chimes) Come in. I've just gotten a response to the message I sent to Admiral Forrest. He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High Command about the Suliban we ran into. It isn't every day, he gets to be the one dispensing information. I wanted you both to hear Starfleet's orders before I inform the crew. Orders? Your people are sending a transport to pick you up. I was under the impression that Enterprise would be taking me back to Earth. It would be a little out of our way. Admiral Forrest sees no reason why we shouldn't keep going. Son of a bitch. I have a feeling Dr. Phlox won't mind staying around for a while. He's developing a fondness for the human endocrine system. I'll get double shifts on the repair work. I think that outer hull's going to need a little patching up. Let's hope that's the last time somebody takes a shot at us. Let's hope. T'Pol... would you stick around for a minute? Ever since I can remember, I've seen Vulcans as an obstacle... always keeping us from standing on our own two feet. I understand. No, I don't think you do. If I'm going to pull this off, there are a few things I need to leave behind. Things like preconceptions, holding grudges... This mission would've failed without your help. I won't dispute that. I was thinking... a Vulcan Science Officer could come in handy, but if I asked you to stay, it might look like I wasn't ready to do this on my own. Perhaps you should add pride to your list. Perhaps I should. It might be best if I were to contact my superiors and make the request myself... with your permission. Permission granted. I hope nobody is in a big hurry to get home. Starfleet seems to think that we're ready to begin our mission. I understand there's an inhabited planet a few light-years from here. We've detected it, sir. Sensors show a nitrogen-sulfide atmosphere. Probably not humanoids. That's what we're here to find out. Prepare to eak orbit and lay in a course. I'm reading an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it? We can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp 4.
Where no man has gone before. Dr. Cochrane would be proud of you. I know the whole speech by heart. When's it going to be ready to fly? Let the paint dry first. No, I mean your ship. Not for awhile. It's not even built yet. You know that. How big will it be? Pretty big. Bigger than Ambassador Pointy's ship? His name is Soval and he's been very helpful and I told you not to call him that, Jonathan. Well, Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp 5 by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us. Well, they have their reasons. God knows what they are. ( grunting) ( grunts) Drop your weapon. I mean it! Roqnuh, pagh qoH! Mang juH! I don't understand a word you're saying, but I guarantee you, I know how to use this. Hich ghaH! Qagh DoQ! It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The Ventral Plating Team says they'll be done in about three days. Be sure they match the color to the nacelle housings. Planning to sit on the hull and pose for some postcards? Maybe. God, she's beautiful. And fast. Warp 4.5 next Thursday. Neptune and back in six minutes. Let's take a look at the lateral sensor array. Give me a sec. Slow down. There. Those are the ports that buckled during the last test. They need to be reinforced. ( console beeping) Great. You scratched the paint. Sorry. ( communications beep) Orbital Six. Captain Archer, sir. Go ahead. Admiral Forrest needs you at Starfleet Medical right away. Who was chasing him? We don't know. They were incinerated in the methane explosion and the farmer's description was vague at best. How did they get here? What kind of ship? They were using some kind of stealth technology. We're still analyzing our sensor logs. I'd like to see those logs. The Klingons made it very clear they want us to expedite this. It happened on our soil. That's irrelevant. Ambassador, with all due respect, we have a right to know what's going on here. You will be apprised of all pertinent information. And just who gets to decide what's pertinent information? Admiral. John. I think you know everyone. Not everyone. It's a Klingot. A Klingon. Where'd he come from? Oklahoma. A corn farmer named Moore shot him with a plasma rifle. Says it was self-defense. Fortunately, Soval and I have maintained close contact with Kronos since the incident occurred. Kronos? It's the Klingons' homeworld. This gentleman's some sort of a courier. Evidently, he was carrying crucial information back to his people. When he was nearly killed by your farmer. Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off your launch until we've cleared this up. Well, isn't that a surprise. You'd think they would have come up with something a little more imaginative this time. Sarcasm aside, Captain, the last thing your people need is to make an enemy of the Klingon Empire. If we hadn't convinced them to let us take Klaang's corpse back to Kronos, Earth would most likely be facing a squadron of warbirds by the end of the week. Corpse? Is he dead? Excuse me. Is this man dead? His autonomic system was disrupted by the blast, but his redundant neural function... Is he going to die? Not necessarily. Let me get this straight. You're going to disconnect this man from life-support even though he could live. Now, where's the logic in that? Klaang's culture finds honor in death. If they saw him like this, he'd be disgraced. They're a warrior race. They dream of dying in battle. If you understood the complexities of interstellar diplomacy... So that's your diplomatic solution? To do what they tell you? Pull the plug? Your metaphor is crude... but accurate. We may be crude, but we're not murderers. You're not going to let them do this, are you? The Klingons have demanded that we return Klaang immediately. Admiral? We may need to defer to their judgment. We've been deferring to their judgment for a hundred years. John... How much longer? Until you've proven you're ready. Ready to what? To look beyond your provincial attitudes and your volatile nature. Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on your ass. These Klingons, they're anxious to get their man back. Fine. I can have my ship ready to go in three days. We'll take him back home... alive. This is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs. Dan? What about your crew? Your Com Officer's in Brazil. You haven't selected a medical officer yet. Three days... that's all I need. Admiral? We've been waiting for nearly a century, Ambassador. This seems as good a time as any to get started. Listen to me. You're making a mistake! When your logic doesn't work, you raise your voice? You've been on Earth too long. I had a feeling their approach wouldn't sit too well with you. Don't screw this up. I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport. I presume you mean fruits and vegetables. I mean armory officers and helmsmen. I don't think I'm quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a datastream. They claim it's safe. Do they, indeed? Well, I certainly hope the Captain doesn't plan on making us use it. Don't worry. From what I'm told, he won't even put his dog through this thing. ( sighs) This is ridiculous. I ask for plasma coils and they send me a case of valve sealant. There's no chance I can have these weapons on line in three days. We're just taking a sick man back to his homeworld. Why do we need weapons? Didn't you read the profile report on these Klingons? Apparently, they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle. No doubt Mr. Tucker will reassure me that my equipment will be here tomorrow. ( with Southern accent): Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit heavy? Feels all right. Earth sea level. My father always kept it at .8 G. Thought it put a little spring in his step. After being raised on cargo ships, it must have felt like you had lead in your boots when you got to Earth. Beautiful. Lock it off right there. I believe you missed a spot. Commander Tucker, Ensign Travis Mayweather. He just arrived. Our Space Boomer. How fast have you gotten her? Warp 4. We'll be going to 4.5 as soon as we clear Jupiter. Think you can handle it? 4.5? Pardon me, but if I don't realign the deflector, the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Your equipment will here in the morning. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Very good. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Carlos... Ltrunghi! krqltt! Ltrunghi! krqltt! ( trills R, clicks tongue): ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Tighten the back of your tongue. ! krqltt! ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Keep trying; you've almost got it. I'll be right back. It's two more weeks before exams. It's impossible for me to leave now. You've got to have someone who can cover for you. If there was anyone else who can do what I do, you wouldn't be so eager to have me on your spaceship. Hoshi. I'm sorry, Captain, I owe it to these kids. I could order you. I'm on leave from Starfleet, remember? You would have to forcibly recall me, which would require a reprimand, which would disqualify me from serving on an active vessel. I need someone with your ear. And you'll have her... in three weeks. Poq volcha vaY Du bogh Qapla'! Wh-what's that? Klingon. Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of their linguistic database. I thought you said the Vulcans were opposed to this. They are, but we agreed to make a few compromises. So'wl chu'lu'ta sonchly yem Surgh... What do you know about these Klingons? Not much. An empire of warriors with 80 poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax. Turn it up. BlmoHqu K'ntah... Think of it. You'd be the first human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it? Since when do we have Vulcan science officers? Since we needed their starcharts to get to Kronos. So we get a few maps and they get to put a spy on our ship? Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a chaperone. I thought the whole point of this was to get away from the Vulcans. Four days there and four days back... then she's gone. In the meantime, we're to extend her every courtesy. I don't know... I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the Bridge. ( door chimes) Here we go. Come in. This confirms that I was transferred to your command at 0800 hours. Reporting for duty. ( sniffing) Is there a problem? No, sir. Oh, I forgot. Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you. I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations. I took a shower this morning. How about you, Captain? I'm sorry. This is Commander Charles Tucker llI. Subcommander T'Pol. Trip. I'm called Trip. I'll try to remember that. While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What's said in this room and out on that Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command. My reason for being here is not espionage. My superior simply asked me to assist you. Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us. I didn't request this assignment, Captain, and you can be certain that when this mission's over, I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you'll be to have me go. ( whimpering) If there's nothing else... That'll be all. When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight 90 years ago and drew the attention of our new friends, the Vulcans, we realized that we weren't alone in the galaxy. Today, we are about to cross a new threshold. For nearly a century, we've waded ankle deep in the ocean of space. Now it's finally time to swim. ( applause) The warp 5 engine wouldn't be a reality without men like Dr. Cochrane and Henry Archer who worked so hard to develop it. So it's only fitting that Henry's son, Jonathan Archer, will command the first starship powered by that engine. Rather than quoting Dr. Cochrane, I think we should listen to his own words from the dedication ceremony for the Warp 5 Complex 32 years ago. On this site, a powerful engine will be built, an engine that will someday help us to travel a hundred times faster than we can today. Imagine it... thousands of inhabited planets at our fingertips, and we'll be able to explore those strange new worlds and seek out new life and new civilizations. This engine will let us go boldly where no man has gone before. Take her out, Mr. Mayweather. Straight and steady. How we doing, Trip? Ready when you are. Prepare for warp. Course laid in, sir. Request permission to get underway. The coordinates are off by .2 degrees. Thank you. Let's go. ( pre-echoing): Where's Klaang? ( pre-echoing): The humans have him. Did you lose anyone else? Two of my soldiers were killed. One of them was a friend. Can you prevent it? Our agreement doesn't provide for correcting mistakes. Recover the evidence. I will, I promise you. When will we speak again? Don't be concerned with when. Love what you've done with the place. Those are immunocytic gel worms. Try not to shake them. What'd you think of Earth? Intriguing. I especially liked the Chinese food. Have you ever tried it? I lived in San Francisco all my life. Ah. Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic, but what you lack biologically, you make up for with your charming optimism. Not to mention your egg drop soup. Be very careful with that. ( animal chittering) What's in there? An Altarian marsupial. ( chittering) Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere. Their droppings? If you're going to try to em ace new worlds, you must try to em ace new ideas. That's why the Vulcans initiated the Interspecies Medical Exchange. There's a lot to be learned. I'm sorry to take you away from your program, but our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon. Please, no apologies. What better time to study human beings than when they're under pressure? It's a rare opportunity, and your Klingon friend... I've never had the chance to examine a living one before. Ensign Mayweather tells me that we'll be to Kronos in about 80 hours. Any chance he'll be conscious by then? There's a chance he'll be conscious within the next ten minutes... just not a very good one. 80 hours, Doctor. If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own two feet, he doesn't stand much of a chance. I'll do the best I can. Optimism, Captain! You're upside down, Ensign. Yes, sir. Care to explain why? When I was a kid, we called it the sweet spot. Every ship's got one. Sweet spot? It's usually about halfway between the grav-generator and the bow plate. Grab ahold of the hatch. No, no, no, on either side. Now push off. Push off. Wow. Whoa! It takes practice. You ever slept in zero G? Slept? It's just like being back in the womb. The Captain tells me you've been to Trillius Prime. It took fourth, fifth and sixth grades to get there. I've also been to Draylax and both the Teneebian moons. I've only been on one inhabited planet besides Earth. Nothing there but dust-dwelling ticks. I've heard the women on Draylax have... Three. Yeah, it's true. You know that firsthand? Firsthand, secondhand, thirdhand. I guess growing up a boomer has its advantages. ( chuckling) Got an empty seat here, Commander. Sorry, dinner with the boss tonight. Grand Canyon? No. Big Sur Aquarium. Sightseeing was not one of my assignments. Hmm... All work and no play... Everybody should get out for a little fun now and then. All our recreational needs are provided at the Compound. ( door chimes) Come in. You should have started without me. Sit down. T'Pol tells me she's been living at the Vulcan Compound in Sausalito. No kidding. I lived a few blocks from there when I first joined Starfleet. Great parties at the Vulcan Compound. ( chuckling) It might be a little easier using your fingers. Vulcans don't touch food with their hands. Can't wait to see you tackle the spareribs. Don't worry. We know you're a vegetarian. Looks delicious. Tell Chef I said thanks. Of course, sir. You humans claim to be enlightened, yet you still consume the flesh of animals. Grandma taught me never judge a species by their eating habits. Enlightened might be too strong a word, but, if you'd been on Earth 50 years ago, I think you'd be impressed by what we've gotten done. You have yet to em ace either patience or logic. You remain impulsive carnivores. Yeah. What about war, disease, hunger? Pretty much wiped them out in less than two generations. I wouldn't call that small potatoes. It remains to be seen whether humanity will revert to its baser instincts. Well, we used to have cannibals on Earth. Who knows how far we'll revert? Lucky this isn't a long mission. Human instinct is pretty strong. You can't expect us to change overnight. With proper discipline... anything's possible. Warp 4.3, sir. Not much of a change. I don't know... Does anybody else feel that? Feel what? Those vi ations like little tremors? You're imagining it. Bring us to 4.4, Ensign. There, what do you call that? The deflector's sequencing. It's perfectly normal. Perhaps you'd like to go to your quarters and lie down. Ponfo mirann. I was instructed to speak English on this voyage and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that. It's easy to get a little jumpy when you're traveling at 30 million kilometers a second. Should be old hat in a week's time. ( communications beep) Archer. This is Dr. Phlox, Captain. Our patient is regaining consciousness. On my way. Hoshi. Pung ghap HoS! Pung ghap HoS! What's wrong? The translator... it's not locking on to his dialect. The syntax won't align. DujDaj Hegh! Uh... Tell him we're taking him home. Um... Ingan Hoch, juH! Tujpa'qul Dun? Oh, he wants to know who we are. Ou'ghewmey Enterprise. PugloD. Nentay lupHom! LupHom... ship... He's asking for his ship back. Say it was destroyed. Sonchly. Vengen Sto-Vo-Kor Dos! I-I'm not sure, but I think he said something about eating the afterlife? Try the translator again. I-I-I'm going to need to run what we've got through the phonetic processor. MajOa blmoHqu! He says... he says his wife has grown ugly? I am sorry, Captain. I'm doing the best I can. Excuse me. His prefrontal cortex is hyperstimulated. I doubt he has any idea what he's saying. Hljol OaOqu'nay! I think the Doctor's right, Captain, unless stinky boots has something to do with all this. T-that's the warp reactor again, right? OaOqu'nay! Bridge, report. T' We've dropped out of warp, sir. Main power... ( electronic fritzing) We're losing power on all decks. I think I just saw something off the starboard bow. What? I don't know. It might have just been the sensors going down. Qa'rot bah chu'lu'ta! Auxiliary power should have kicked in by now. Sonchly DaHjaj pung'gaP! You want to tell him to shut up? Shut up! DaHjaj pung'gaP... We may have to sedate him. I need to get to the Bridge. DaHjaj pung'gaP... Captain. There's someone here. ( rustling) ( rustling) Crewman! Suliban. ( screams) You all right? Yeah. We've got state-of-the-art sensors. Why the hell didn't we detect them? Mr. Reed thought he detected something right before we lost power. The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance. Looks more like a glitch. Those weren't glitches in Sick Bay. I want a complete analysis of that disturbance. Where do we stand on weapons? I still have to tune the targeting scanners. What are you waiting for? Captain... The Klingon seemed to know who they were. See if you can translate what he said. Right away. Captain, there's no way you could have anticipated this. I'm sure Ambassador Soval will understand. You're the Science Officer. Why don't you help Trip with that analysis? The astrometric computer in San Francisco will be far more effective. We're not going to San Francisco, so make do with what we've got here. You've lost the Klingon. Your mission is over. I didn't lose the Klingon, he was taken, and I'm going to find out who took him. How do you plan to do that? Space is very big, Captain. A shadow on your sensors won't help you find them. This is a foolish mission. Come with me. I'm not interested in what you think about this mission, so take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions. Your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system. I've been listening to you Vulcans tell us what not to do my entire life. I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding. He deserved to see that launch. You may have life spans of 200 years... we don't. You are going to be contacting Starfleet to advise them of our situation. No, I'm not, and neither are you. Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful. What have you found, Doctor? Mr. Klaang was right about one thing. He is a Suliban, but, unless I'm mistaken, he is no ordinary one. Meaning? His DNA is Suliban, but his anatomy has been altered. Look at this lung. Five onchial lobes, you see. It should only have three. And look at the alveoli clusters. They've been modified to process different kinds of atmosphere. Are you saying he's some kind of a mutant? Well, I, uh... I suppose I am, but this was no accident. No, uh, freak of nature. This man was the recipient of some very sophisticated genetic engineering. Watch this. Subcutaneous pigment sacs. A biomimetic garment and the eyes are my favorite. Compound retinas. He most likely saw things even your sensors couldn't detect. It's not in their genome? No, certainly not. The Suliban are no more evolved than humans. It is very impressive work, though. I've never seen anything quite like it. How about this? It's just background noise. Your sensors aren't capable of isolating plasma decay. How can you be so damn sure what our sensors can do? Vulcan children play with toys that are more sophisticated. You know... some people say you Vulcans do nothing but patronize us, but if they were here now, if they could see how far you're bending over backwards to help me, they'd eat their words. Your Captain's mission was to return the Klingon to his people. He no longer has the Klingon. I realize he's only a simple Earthling, but did it ever occur to you that he might know what he's doing? It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been around too long... God knows you remind us of that every chance you get... But does that mean the man who's been put in charge of this mission doesn't deserve our support? Then again, loyalty's an emotion... isn't it? Any luck? Not really. My analysis of the spatial disturbance Mr. Reed saw indicates a stealth vessel with a tricyclic plasma drive. If we can figure out the decay rate of their plasma, we'll be able to find their warp trail. T' Unfortunately, your sensors were not designed to measure plasma decay. Are you sure it's safe to stand so close to that? What have you got? I've managed to translate most of what Klaang said, but none of it makes sense. Nothing about the Suliban? Nope. Does that name ring a bell to you? They're a somewhat primitive species from Sector 3641, but they've never posed a threat. Well, they have now. Did he say anything about Earth? The word's not even in their database. It's all there. There are only four words that I couldn't translate. Probably just proper nouns. Jelik, Sarin, Rigel, Tholia. Anything sound familiar? T'Pol? Rigel is a planetary system approximately 15 light-years from our present position. Why the hesitation? According to the navigational log salvaged from Klaang's ship, Rigel X was the last place he stopped before crashing on your planet. Why do I get the feeling you weren't going to share that little piece of information? I wasn't authorized to reveal the details of our findings. The next time I learn you're withholding something, you're going to spend the rest of this voyage confined to some very cramped quarters. Understood? Archer to Helm. Mayweather. Go into the Vulcan starcharts and find a system called Rigel. Then set a course for the tenth planet. Yes, sir. Are you certain he's telling the truth? Absolutely certain. The drugs are working. Keep him alive while I'm gone. As soon as we've tied down, we'll be descending into the trade complex. It has 36 levels. Your translators have been programmed for Rigelian. However, you'll encounter numerous other species. Many of them are known to be impatient with newcomers. None of them have seen a human before. You have a tendency to be gregarious. I suggest you try to restrain that tendency. You forgot to warn us about drinking the water. Dr. Phlox isn't concerned with the food and water, but he does caution against intimate contact. The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was there to get something, whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken. It was just a few days ago. A seven-foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed. ( conversations in many languages) ( buzzing) ( woman screaming) What in the world...? It's nothing that concerns us. ( rhythmic electronic music playing) Would you like to meet them? I can arrange it. Is this where you saw Klaang? I'll show you where, but, first, you should enjoy yourselves. Which one would you prefer? We should get going. Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms? Sir... Oh, yes, absolutely. You're right. ( soft thumping) ( boy gasping) T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Hey! T' Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang, but they told me about an enclave on Level 19 where Klingons have been known to go. Something about live food. Where on Level 19? The easternmost subsection, by the geothermal shafts. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. ( gasping) Archer out. What are you doing? Leave the kid alone! Don't get involved. You see what she's doing? He's going to suffocate. They're Lorillians. Before the age of four, they can only eathe methyloxide. The mother is simply weaning her son. Could have fooled me. Humans can't refrain from drawing conclusions. You should learn to objectify other cultures, so you know when to interfere and when not to. Isn't an enclave supposed to have people? Enclave can mean a lot of things. T'Pol said something about live food. I don't see any restaurants. ( talking in distance) Hello! Excuse me! Ha'quj jeg! They looked Klingon to me. Archer to T'Pol. ( static) T'Pol, come in. ( static) ( clattering) Maybe we should get back to where there are more people. There are plenty of people right here. Stay behind me. ( screams) You're looking for Klaang. Why? Who the hell are you? My name is Sarin. Tell me about the people who took Klaang off your ship. I was hoping you could tell me. They looked a lot like your friends outside. Where were you taking him? Why don't you look like your friends? Would you prefer I did? What I'd prefer is you give me Klaang back. So you could take him where? Home. We were just taking him home. You better be careful. I'm a lot bigger than you are. If you're thinking of harming me, I'd advise against it. What are you doing? Why were you taking Klaang home? You know, under different circumstances, I might be flattered by this, but... That's never happened before. I've been given the ability to measure trust, but it requires close contact. You're Suliban. I was a member of the Cabal, but not any longer. The price of evolution was too high. Evolution? Some of my people are so anxious to improve themselves, that they've lost perspective. So you know I'm not lying to you. Now what? Klaang was carrying a message to his people. How do you know that? I gave it to him. What kind of message? The Suliban have been staging attacks within the Klingon Empire, making it appear that one faction is attacking another. Klaang was inging proof of this to his High Council. Without that proof, the Empire could be thrown into chaos. Why would the Suliban want that? The Cabal doesn't make decisions on its own. They're simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war. Temporal? You've lost me. They're taking orders from the distant future. What? We can help you find Klaang, but we don't have a starship. You'll have to take us with you. Where's your vessel? On the roof. Docking Port 3. This way. Trip. Find Klaang. Where's the pod? Over here. No, it's this way. Come on. Lieutenant Reed, this is Archer. Come in. ( staticky transmission) We're on the roof. You need to get up here as quickly as... you can... ( static) We've been trying to reach you, Captain. We're back in the shuttle. Ask him where they are. The storm's getting worse. Captain, what's your location? The weather is definitely... ( staticky transmission) Great! Like I said, it's back there. I've never seen lightning in a snowstorm before. The storm's kicking up too much interference. I can't isolate human bio-signs. They could be anywhere in the complex. Try Vulcan bio-signs. ( knocking) I found her. ( knocking continues) Get Hoshi to the ship. Now! Go! Enterprise needs its Captain. Give me the weapons. I said go. ( groans) The starboard thruster's down. Ignore it. Take us up. ( groaning) We need instructions. Open a channel. Subcommander T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. T' We'll be docking in four minutes. Have Dr. Phlox meet us in Decon. Acknowledged. Is someone wounded? The Captain. I'm taking command of Enterprise. I can't do it. Yes, you can. Take her up... straight and steady. Damn. You can't be afraid of the wind. Learn to trust it. It shouldn't take more than a few moments. Is this really necessary? The others scanned negative. You two, unfortunately, were exposed to a protocystian spore. I've loaded the appropriate decon gel into compartment B. Tell Mr. Mayweather to prepare to leave orbit. How's the Captain? I'm treating his wound. Will he be all right? Eventually. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you just kind of an observer on this mission? I don't remember anyone telling me you were a member of Starfleet. My Vulcan rank supersedes yours. Apples and oranges. This is an Earth vessel. You're in no position to take command. As soon as we're through here, I'll contact Ambassador Soval. He'll speak to your superiors, and I'm certain they'll support my authority in this situation. You must really be proud of yourself. You can put an end to this mission while the Captain's still unconscious in Sick Bay. You won't even have to look him in the eye. Your precious cargo was stolen. Three Suliban, perhaps more, were killed, and Captain Archer has been seriously wounded. It seems to me this mission has put an end to itself. Turn around. Let's say you're right. Let's say we screwed up, just like you always knew we would. It's still a pretty good bet that whoever blew that hole in the Captain's leg is connected somehow to the people that took Klaang. I fail to see your point. Captain Archer deserves a chance to see this through. If you knew him, you'd realize that's what he's about. He needs to finish what he starts. His daddy was the same way. You obviously share your Captain's belief that my people were responsible for impeding Henry Archer's accomplishments. He only wanted to see his engine fly. They never even gave him the chance to fail. Here you are, 30 years later, proving just how consistent you Vulcans can be. ( gasps) Very nice, very nice. Your myofibers are fusing beautifully. How long have I...? Less than six hours. I thought it best to keep you sedated while the osmotic eel cauterized your wound. Thanks. How you doing, Captain? Well, that depends. What's been going on the last six hours? As your highest-ranking officer, I assumed command while you were incapacitated. Are we underway? You didn't waste much time, did you? Is he fit to resume command? As long as he returns for more eel therapy tomorrow. How long before we get back to Earth? Earth, sir? We're currently tracking the Suliban vessel that left Rigel shortly after you were injured. You got their plasma decay rate? With Mr. Tucker's assistance, I modified your sensors. We now have the resolution to detect their warp trail. What happened to This is a foolish mission? This is a foolish mission. The Suliban are clearly a hostile race with technology far superior to yours, but as acting Captain, I was obligated to anticipate your wishes. As acting Captain, you could have done whatever the hell you wanted to do. I should return to the Bridge. Dismissed. Modifying the sensors was her idea, sir. Enterprise Starlog, Captain Jonathan Archer, April 16, 2151. We've been tracking the Suliban ship for ten hours thanks to our Science Officer who came up with a way to tweak the sensors. Computer, pause. I save her life, now she's helping us with a mission. One good turn deserves another. Doesn't sound very Vulcan. Resume log. I have no reason to believe that Klaang is still alive, but if what the Suliban woman told me is true, it's crucial that we try to find him. Computer, pause. Have you ever known a Vulcan to return a favor? No, neither have I. Resume log. I still haven't decided whether to ask Subcommander T'Pol about this Temporal Cold War. My instincts tell me not to trust her. Computer, pause. Archer to T'Pol. Report. If you're feeling well enough to come to the Bridge, Captain, now would be a good time. It's a gas giant. From the looks of it, a Class-6 or 7. Class-7. The Suliban vessel dropped to impulse a few hours ago and altered course. Their new heading took them through its outer radiation belt. We've lost them. Yes. Move us in closer. Anything? The radiation's dissipated their warp trail. I'm only picking up fragments. You finished helping us? Lieutenant, run a spectral analysis of the fragments. There's too much distortion. The decay rates don't even match. Calculate the trajectory of each fragment. Sir? You heard her. Recali ate the sensor array, narrow band, short-to mid-range. Aye, sir. Measure the particle density of the thermosphere. Your instincts were right. Those fragments weren't from one Suliban ship. They were from 14 and all within the last six hours. I believe we have found what we're looking for. How are your targeting scanners? Aligned and ready, sir. Bring the weapons on line and polarize the hull plating. Lay in a 60-degree vector. We're going in. ( pre-echoing): Did Sarin give them anything? ( pre-echoing): I don't know. What do you know? They followed us here. Looking for Klaang or for you? I don't know, but I will destroy them before they locate the helix. We didn't plan to involve the humans or the Vulcans... not yet. Sarin's message cannot reach Kronos. If the humans have it, you must stop them. Sensor resolution's falling off at about 12 kilometers. Travis? I'm okay, Captain. Our situation should improve. We're about to eak through the cyclohexane layer. I wouldn't exactly call this an improvement. Liquid phosphorous. I wouldn't have expected that beneath a layer of cyclohexane. You might think about recommending seat belts when we get home. It's just a little bad weather. ( console beeping) We've got sensors. Level off. Go to long-range scans. I'm detecting two vessels, bearing 119 mark 7. Put it up. Impulse and warp engines. What kind of weapons? We're too far away. Sir, I'm picking up something at 342 mark 12. It's a lot bigger. All sensors, get whatever you can. Go tighter. Bio-signs? Over 30,000, but I can't isolate a Klingon if there is one. ( console beeping) That was a particle weapon, sir. Bridge, we're taking damage down here. What's going on? Just a little trouble with the bad guys. I suggest we return to the phosphorous layer. Take us up. Captain. What have you got? It appears to be an aggregate structure comprised of hundreds of vessels. They're held in place by an interlocking system of magnetic seals. There. Right there. These bio-readings are not Suliban. We can't be certain they're Klingon. Even if it is Klaang, we'd have a tough time getting him out of there. We could always try the transporting device. We've risked too much to ing him back inside-out. Would the grappler work in a liquid atmosphere? I believe so. Bring it on line. One more time, Mr. Mayweather. The ventral plating's down. Hold your position. Lead ship's closing. 7,000 meters. 6,000. We should ascend. Hold your position. 1,000 meters. Forward plating's off-line. Now, Mr. Reed. The ship's in the Launch Bay. Ask me another one. All right. What's this? The pitch control. No, that's the pitch control. This is the guidance system. Pitch control, guidance system. Got it. The docking interface... How do you deploy it? Release the inertial clamps here, here and here, then initialize the coaxial ports. Good. Where's the auxiliary throttle? Hmm. It's not this one. With all due respect to Commander Tucker, I'm pretty sure I can fly this thing, sir. I don't doubt that, but I need you here. There, that's it. Auxiliary throttle. ( low rumbling) Captain, that charge contained a proximity sweep. If we remain here, they're going to locate us. You're going to have to speed this up a little, Travis. How complicated can it be? Up, down, forward, reverse. I can figure it out. We'll be back before you know it. Have Mayweather plot a course for Kronos. There's a Vulcan ship less than two days away. It's illogical to attempt this alone. I was beginning to think you understood why we have to do this alone. You'll have other opportunities to demonstrate your independence. Never put off till tomorrow... You both could be killed. Am I sensing concern? Last time I checked, that was considered an emotion. If anything happens to either of you, the Vulcan High Command will hold me responsible. ( door chimes) Come in. You finished? Sir. This should reverse the polarity of any maglock within a hundred meters. Once you've set the sequence, you'll have five seconds. One more thing. Ah, our new weapons. They're called phase-pistols. They have two settings... Stun and kill. It would be best not to confuse them. ( rumbling) Time to go. The ship is yours. ( chirping alarm) What's that? Travis said not to worry about that panel. That's reassuring. Hold on. That was a lot closer. If we change our position, they'll have to start from scratch. If we change our position, the Captain will have no way of finding us. I think we're there. Bring the docking interface on line. Coaxial ports. Open. Let's go. Where is it? It was right there. Bank starboard, 90 degrees. There you are. That's the upper-support radius. Drop down right below it. Start a counterclockwise sweep. A little more. A little more. ( alarm beeping) Right there. Stun seems to work. Grab onto something! ( alarms blaring) This is ridiculous! If we don't move the ship, Captain Archer won't have anything to look for when he gets back. We're going to need that ear of yours. Move us away five kilometers. In what direction? Any direction. This is going be easier than I thought. It's okay. We're getting you off this thing. ( growls) ( growling) I really don't want to have to carry you out of here. You okay? I think he gets the idea. Give him a hand. Ou'taw boh! Be quiet. MaH! Borat! Borat! Muh tok! Dajvo tagh! Borat! You tell him, big guy. Give me the box! ( grunting) Thanks. Get to the ship. I'll be right behind you. ( electronic whine) ( alarm blaring) Captain? It worked, Trip. Where are you? I'm still in the central core. Get Klaang back to Enterprise. What about you, sir? Get him to the ship. You can come back for me. It's going to be hard to isolate your bio-signs so stay as far away from the Suliban as you can. Believe me, I'll try. RaOpo jadlCH! I don't particularly like the way you smell, either! MajOa! I don't get it. This is right where they're supposed to be. The charges are getting closer again. Another five kilometers, Ensign. At this rate, the Captain will never find us. Wait a minute. I think I've got something. Amplify it. ( cacophony of radio signals, distorted background noise) It's Commander Tucker. All I hear is noise. It's just a narrow notch in the mid-range. He says he's about to ignite his thruster exhaust. 158 mark 13. Laid in. Ahead, 50 kph. Shaya tonat. You're welcome. Two kilometers, dead ahead. Initiate docking procedures. I'm only picking up two bio-signs. One Klingon, one human. ( footsteps echoing) Turn this ship around now. Our mission is to return the Klingon to his homeworld. Another rescue attempt could jeopardize that mission. The Captain specifically told us to come back for him. As Commanding Officer, it's my job to interpret the Captain's orders. I just told you his orders! What's there to interpret? T' Captain Archer may very well have told you to return for him later because he knew how stubborn you can be. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You might have risked Klaang's life in a foolish attempt to swing back and rescue the Captain. I can't believe this! The situation must be analyzed logically. I don't remember the Captain analyzing anything when he went back for you on that roof. That is a specious analogy. Is it? SULIBAN ( pre-echoing): You're wasting your time. Klaang knows nothing. It would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room. ( pre-echoing): What is this room? What goes on here? You're very curious, John. May I call you John? Am I supposed to be impressed you know my name? I've learned a great deal about you... Even more than you know. Well, I guess you have me at a disadvantage. So why don't you drop this invisible man routine and... let me see who I'm talking to? Hull plating's been repolarized. Stand by impulse engines. Mr. Tucker, status? The auto-sequencer's on line, but annular confinement's still off by two microns. That should suffice. Easy for you to say. If the Suliban have reestablished their defenses, we'll have no other option. You wouldn't have come looking for Klaang if Sarin had told you what she knew. That means you're no threat to me, John, but I do need you to leave this room. Now. This chameleon thing is pretty fancy. Was it payment for pitting the Klingons against each other or a trophy from your Temporal Cold War? I was going to let you go. Really? Then you obviously don't know as much about me as you thought you did. On the contrary. I could've told you what day you were going to die, but I suppose that's about to change. What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from getting knocked on your butt? What you call tricks, we call progress. Are you aware that your genome is almost identical to that of an ape? The Suliban don't share humanity's patience with natural selection. So to speed things up a little, you struck a deal with the devil? We have four more coming up on starboard. Can we dock, Ensign? These aren't ideal conditions. Mr. Tucker, we're going to Plan B. Now! Bridge, we've got him. Sorry, Captain, we had no other choice. ( bell tolling) pung ghap HoS! Ram Meqmey! Vubpu' jon nuchpa! ( deep thumping) Malja'gor. Wo'migh gaCH Qo'noS! Something about disgracing the Empire. He says he's ready to die. Poq! ( murmuring approval) chugDah hegh... volcha vay. I'll take that as a thank you. I don't think they have a word for thank you. What did he say? You don't want to know. ( door chimes) Come in. I've just gotten a response to the message I sent to Admiral Forrest. He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High Command about the Suliban we ran into. It isn't every day, he gets to be the one dispensing information. I wanted you both to hear Starfleet's orders before I inform the crew. Orders? Your people are sending a transport to pick you up. I was under the impression that Enterprise would be taking me back to Earth. It would be a little out of our way. Admiral Forrest sees no reason why we shouldn't keep going. Son of a bitch. I have a feeling Dr. Phlox won't mind staying around for a while. He's developing a fondness for the human endocrine system. I'll get double shifts on the repair work. I think that outer hull's going to need a little patching up. Let's hope that's the last time somebody takes a shot at us. Let's hope. T'Pol... would you stick around for a minute? Ever since I can remember, I've seen Vulcans as an obstacle... always keeping us from standing on our own two feet. I understand. No, I don't think you do. If I'm going to pull this off, there are a few things I need to leave behind. Things like preconceptions, holding grudges... This mission would've failed without your help. I won't dispute that. I was thinking... a Vulcan Science Officer could come in handy, but if I asked you to stay, it might look like I wasn't ready to do this on my own. Perhaps you should add pride to your list. Perhaps I should. It might be best if I were to contact my superiors and make the request myself... with your permission. Permission granted. I hope nobody is in a big hurry to get home. Starfleet seems to think that we're ready to begin our mission. I understand there's an inhabited planet a few light-years from here. We've detected it, sir. Sensors show a nitrogen-sulfide atmosphere. Probably not humanoids. That's what we're here to find out. Prepare to eak orbit and lay in a course. I'm reading an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it? We can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp 4.
( clicking tongue) I didn't realize you spoke Slug. I wish I did. She doesn't look any better, does she? She? We haven't been able to determine its gender, if it has one. I should have left her where I found her. Nonsense. You're on a mission of exploration. There's something to be learned from every life-form. She wasn't meant to be in this environment. I promise to do my best to keep it alive. He's going to make you all better. Actually, I was thinking more about my Pyrithian bat. He won't eat anything once it's dead. We've routed some more power to Sick Bay. Let me know if it's enough. This should do fine. How's Sluggo? Dr. Phlox thinks this argon lamp should help. She's barely moved all day. We've been out here for two weeks and the only first contact we've made is with a dying worm. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( soft squeak) ( door chimes) Come in. The scans of the sectors ahead... Shh. Hear that? Hear what? A squeak. Something squeaking. I think it's coming from under the deck plating, but every time I get close to it, it stops. If I can't isolate it, I'm going to have to tear the whole flooring up. That would be unfortunate. The scans of the sectors ahead indicate little chance of finding inhabited planets. Well, how about the Vulcan starcharts? We have limited data on the course that Starfleet assigned you. There are thousands of star systems along this path. There must have been something that piqued your people's interest... A sentient species, a trinary star cluster. We don't select our destinations by what piques our interest. Vulcans always need a logical and pragmatic reason. My people don't share your enthusiasm for exploration. ( squeaking) Space is vast, Captain. I'm sure you're aware that only one out of every 43,000 planets supports intelligent life. I took exobiology... I know the statistics. But we're traveling at warp 5. There's got to be someone out here. ( door chimes) Come in. I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your exploring. Trip tells me that Sluggo's not faring too well. No, sir, but the Doctor's doing the best he can. Sir, my quarters are on E Deck, Starboard Section 5. Yes. The stars are going the wrong way, sir. Wrong way? On both my training tours, I had port-side quarters. I'm having trouble sleeping. Because you're on the wrong side... Wrong side of the ship, yes, sir. I spoke with Ensign Porter. He said he'd be willing to switch with your permission. You got it. Can't have my com officer... falling asleep on the Bridge. Appreciate it, Captain. Is there something else, Hoshi? No, sir. Thank you. ( squeaking) Ready? Fore and aft target scanners are aligned. Activating simulation J-6. Target acquired. Simulated launch. Five seconds to impact, three, two, one... Wonderful. We're only off by three meters. Only three meters? Three meters could mean the difference between hitting a weapons port and a warp core. Instead of disabling a vessel, we'd end up destroying it, and probably ourselves in the process. We'll get it right. All this should have been dealt with before we left Earth. Have they detected any inhabited planets or vessels? Not yet. Good. I hope you don't expect everyone we run into out here to be hostile. In 23 years, I don't think my folks ran into problems more than a half dozen times. I don't believe you were ever out quite this far. You think that makes a difference? What I do know is that until we get these targeting scanners working properly, the farther we are from everyone else the better. Seems like everybody else on board is itching for a first contact. How's it going? Not well, sir. We've corrected the problem, but we're still off by .02 percent. It's unacceptable. Are you sure it's not the simulations that are off? There's only one way to find out. How long would it take to arm a few torpedoes? Moments, sir. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, sir. Prepare to drop out of warp. It's time for a little target practice. Acknowledged. Thank you, Captain. Come on, Travis. We've got to find Mr. Reed something to blow up. ( loud beeps) Load another one. Let's try again. Rotate the targeting axis by .5 microns. .5 microns. Mr. Reed. If I refocus the infrared scanner, I might be able to compensate. How long will that take? The better part of a day. Resume course, Ensign. Sir... We're not going to sit on our butt for 24 hours. Make your modifications. We'll run another test first chance we get. Anyone sitting here? No. Please sit down. Sit down. Sluggo any better? I'm afraid not. Try the potatoes. They're delicious. Resequenced protein. Yes. The flavor's remarkable. On my homeworld, people would never think of speaking during a meal. Consider it a waste of time. It's taken me a while, but I've grown quite attached to it. Wasting time seems to be all we've been doing. Starting to get a little antsy. Antsy? Restless. Hmm. We've been on the move for two weeks and haven't seen a damn thing. Every moment's been an adventure for me. Humans are so unpredictable. Have you seen the quantities of food Crewman Namod consumes? Not really. Have you smelled Ensign Socorro after she exercises? Uh... She gives off a fragrance not unlike the adrenal gland of a Nausicaan. Crewmen Bennett and Hayden over there... Do you see them? If I'm not mistaken, they are preparing to mate. Do you think they might let me watch? It's good to see you're enjoying yourself. Mmm. Mmm! Bridge to Captain Archer. How big is it? Approximately 92 meters in length. Doesn't seem to be moving very fast. It's not moving at all. That's odd. Where's the nearest star system? Almost three light-years away. They could be running some kind of a deep space experiment. Maybe we should go have a look. If you insist on allowing your curiosity to dictate your actions. We insist. 5,000 kilometers. The vessel's hull is comprised of tritanium and disilicon polymers. I'm not getting anything on their propulsion system. But it may be off-line. It's something, isn't it? If they have weapons, they're not charged. Any com activity? No, sir. Run this through the translation matrix. My name is Jonathan Archer. I'm Captain of the Starship Enterprise. We're on a mission of peaceful exploration. Oh, we come from the planet Earth. We are sending you a pulsar grid that should help you locate our star system. Did you rotate the frequencies? I'll try it again. No response, sir. Captain, mind if I push in on the venting ports around that hatch? Go ahead. Are those the venting ports or hull eaches? Bring us in a little closer, Travis. Let's get a look at the other side. Those look like scorch marks. The residue indicates oxidization and thermal shock effects. It could be the result of a high-yield particle impact. You mean weapons. Possibly. Are we close enough to scan for bio-signs? Yes. But scanning their ship's interior might be seen as a violation of privacy. Anything? If there is anyone home, you can bet they know we're out here. Then why haven't they responded? Not everyone chooses to answer the door when they hear a knock. It would be best to resume our previous course. See if you can find another hatch. Diameter? .9 meters. Scan for bio-signs. There are a number of life-forms aboard. Humanoid? Their cellular activity is below the threshold of your sensors. Maybe they're in trouble; sick or something. Maybe they're not interested in visitors. Mr. Reed, how long to prep a shuttle? Half an hour. There are a number of protocols we haven't tried. Get started. She may have a point, Captain. I could try hailing them on the theta-band frequencies. Suit up, Ensign. Me, sir? Ship is yours. Is there a problem, Commander? I want to go with you. I'm inging a translator and a security officer. Why would I need an engineer? What makes you think you can open the hatch or turn the lights on, for that matter? We've got beacons, Trip. Well, that ship could have a lot of decks. You might need somebody to help you figure out the turbolifts. Okay, I've got a better reason why you need an engineer. 'Cause your Engineer signed onto this mission of exploration so he could do a little exploring. He didn't sign on so he could sit in Engineering while you three get to eak into that ship. We're not eaking in. We're just going to see if everything's okay. You're chomping at the bit to find out what's in there. Why should I be any different? We just got out here, Trip. There's going to be plenty of time to go exploring. Right now, I need you on Enterprise down with your engine. The ship's a little young to be without her Chief Engineer. When I used to dream about this mission, the last thing I envisioned was having a Vulcan on board who continuously sucked the air out of the room. Well... maybe she's right. Whoever's on that ship might not want us nosing around. But I can't assume that's the case, can I? Maybe they can use our help. Computer, pause. You know... hey. You know that you and cheddar don't get along. Ah... Resume personal log. Before we left, Admiral Forrest said we'd be making history with every light-year, but we're not going to do that sitting on our hands. ( door chimes) Computer, pause. Come in. Ensign. Sorry to bother you, sir. It's not a problem. Cheese? No, thank you. Everything work out all right? Sir? With the swapping quarters? Yes, it's fine. Thank you. I was thinking, Captain, I might be a lot more helpful to you if I stay here and keep an open comlink. That way, I'll have immediate access to the linguistic database. Can't you tie your universal translator into the database through the com? It's not the same. The lag time is tripled. Well, I'd rather wait a few seconds if it means having you on-site. For all we know, the UT won't work. You'll be our only backup. Anyway, it should be exciting. Half the crew would give their eyeteeth to be going over there. What's wrong? The environmental suits... they make me a little... claustrophobic. Claustrophobic. And you took a job on a spaceship? You talked me into it, remember? I don't recall reading about any problems during your zero-G training. Oh, I just... I bit my lip and got through it. Well, you're going to have to bite your lip again. I need you over there. Yes, sir. What is it, Hoshi? Is something else wrong? No, I'd better get back to the Launch Bay. Hang on, I'll come with you. ( Porthos barks) ( whimpering) That's the last time, Porthos. Going to war, Lieutenant? Can't be too careful, sir. You've seen too many science fiction movies. We just need the three phase pistols. Put the rifles back. What are you rated for? Been cleared on EM side arms and class-3 pulse rifles. I've never seen one of those. Malcolm will check you out on it first chance he gets. Don't worry. It handles pretty much like an EM-33. Is this necessary? Just a precaution. Just our luck. No release. Shouldn't be a problem, though. I can place microcharges here and here. Hold on a second, Malcolm. Sorry. Enterprise, we've got access. We're boarding the vessel. Well, at least we know they're bipeds. What gives you that idea? The ladder. Come on. Nitrogen-methane atmosphere and it's cold. Minus 20 degrees. There's power going through here, but not much of it. Captain. Molecules look like amino acids. Blood? ( rhythmic mechanical thumping and whirring) Some sort of hydraulics. Whatever it is, it hasn't been here very long. ( screams) ( screaming) ( Hoshi panting frantically) Hoshi, where are you going? I don't think you need a translator! Stay here. Their bodies are being flushed out with some kind of fluid. Are they all...? All dead, sir. I'm afraid so. They're clean. How many? I don't know. About a dozen. Fifteen. They're being drained of something. Whoever did it went to a lot of trouble. My guess is they're coming back. We should leave. There are 15 dead people over there. We can't leave. Your reason for boarding that vessel was to provide assistance if assistance was required. Clearly, it no longer is. You're telling me that we should just leave them there? What's the alternative? Your intentions were admirable, Captain, but nothing can be done for that crew now and, if we remain here, your crew could be put in jeopardy. Archer to the Bridge. Mayweather here, sir. Go to warp 3. Resume course. Aye, sir. Not long after I became a physician, there was an explosion on a cargo ship orbiting my homeworld. I was part of the first medical team to arrive. There were 17 bodies on the Bridge alone. I'd never seen that many dead people in one place before. Very disturbing. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I screamed like a 12 year old. We're all frightened by unfamiliar things. You should be grateful that your body of experience doesn't include rooms full of corpses. Nobody else screamed. Has she been eating? Not so far. She has been under a great deal of stress, but I'm hoping this protein concentrate whets her appetite. I'm a translator. I didn't come out here to see corpses hanging on hooks. It goes without saying that you're going to encounter the unexpected. Not corpses on hooks. Have you ever considered that you might be happier back at the university teaching? I did it for years. It was quite rewarding. I'm an exolinguist. I graduated second in my class. I spent three years in Starfleet training. I was Jonathan Archer's first choice for this mission. Every inhabited world we come to is going to be filled with language. Some will have hundreds of them. He needs me here. If she doesn't take these nutrients, I'm afraid she won't survive. Are you sure that's what she eats? It's close enough. I shouldn't have ought her on board. Maybe I could ask the Captain to try to find a planet with an argon-rich atmosphere. Might be easier just to feed her to my bat. She needs to get back to an environment that is more suited to her. Hmm. Perhaps someplace where she could teach. What kind of pasta is this? It's great. Chef told me. I don't remember. Too spicy for you? It's fine. Malcolm's anxious to run another weapons test, especially after what happened. Tea? No, thank you. Captain? Sure, thanks. I heard they were humanoid. Is that right? Humanoid. Did they look anything like us? They were in uniform. But you didn't recognize the species? They were crewmen, murdered on their own ship. 15 dead crewmen. I detected a stellar nursery along our present course. I saw one once through the big lens outside Anchorage. A closer view might alleviate some of the crew's tension. What's the matter? The tension bothering you? Not in the least. Must be great not to let things bother you. No remorse, no guilt. What if they were Vulcans? Think you would've reacted the same way? They weren't Vulcans. I said what if they were Vulcans? Would you have just left them there hanging like slaughtered animals? Don't you think maybe you would've taken them down? Tried to figure out who they were? Made some effort to contact their families? We don't know where they came from. It would be very difficult to locate their families. We didn't even try. What about you? What if they were humans? Would you just stick your tail between your legs and run? Leave them there to rot? Am I the only one who's having a problem with this? You said it yourself, sir. Whoever killed those people are probably coming back. So we should avoid confrontation at any cost. Is that what you're saying? Is that what you Vulcans do? Bury your heads in the sand and then just fly on by? We Vulcans would have never gone on board that ship in the first place. Oh... You've got an answer for everything, don't you? We have a code of behavior, and we try to obey it. You may not believe this, but humans have a code of behavior, too. It took a few thousand years, but I think we're starting to get it right. I can't believe I almost ignored it. We've reversed course, sir. We should be back at the coordinates in five hours. You don't have a problem with the environmental suit? Not at all. Good. I'm going to need you to examine the bodies. Try to identify their species and, while you're at it, it wouldn't hurt if you could figure out what's being done to them. I'll see what I can do, Captain. You wanted to see what's going on over there. Now's your chance. I can't think of a better way to find their people than through their own com system. You're going to need to get it up and running. Aye, aye, sir. Hoshi'll decipher their language and compose a message. Hopefully it will make sense. Captain... I'm sorry, Ensign. I'll ing a security detail. There's no one over there who can hurt us. Stay here and work on those targeting scanners. Prepare to suit up at... 1400 hours. Dismissed. How were they killed? Different ways. This one was given a lethal dose of chloraxine. The first three back there were shot. Particle weapons, I believe. This fellow hasn't suffered as much cellular decay. He's our best candidate for a postmortem. Care to assist? ( com panel powers up) Yeah. ( alien voice speaking) Maybe it's a log. What do you think? Beats me. Could be a laundry list or instructions on how to conquer the universe. ( alien voice continues) The grammar sounds bimodal. Their transceiver's intact. Let's hope the next time we make first contact, it isn't with a room full of corpses. Let's hope. Ship. ( buzzing) Ship. ( buzzing) Just what I thought. What? A zymuth gland. It releases triglobulin into the blood. That's what all these tubes and pumps are about. Whoever did this is trying to collect triglobulin. What for? Oh, any number of reasons. To create medicines, vaccines. Some species have even been known to use it as an aphrodisiac. Aphrodisiac? It's quite a common practice. I'm surprised you're not familiar with it. Humans used to collect the bile of black bears and grind down rhino horns, things like that but not people. It's worth noting that triglobulin is very similar to human lymphatic fluid. How long before the transceiver's on line? A minute or two. I can't get enough of this. An alien spaceship... sending off a message to who knows where. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get back to the ship. It's your second away mission in two days. Yeah, great. I wish I had an ear for languages. The Captain's going to need a translator with him a lot more often than an engineer. Distress. ( buzzing) Two other teachers and I once took a hydro-skimmer out onto this small tributary in the Amazon. You know, to see the wildlife... Sloths, pink dolphins, all kinds of snakes. Wow. It gave me the creeps. If I didn't like being around anacondas, you can imagine how I feel about Suliban or whoever butchered the crew of this ship. I'm going to ask the Captain to take me home. You serious? I should have never left the university. I'm not suited for this. Give it a try; you'll be fine. You weren't here yesterday. I saw those bodies and fell apart. The Captain needs a translator he can count on, someone who shows a little grace under pressure. That isn't me. You can't be sure of that. Oh, yes, I can. Distress. ( beeping) Kunatsila. Distress. Kunatsila. I think I've got it. Ship in distress. Dukta-mutoor kunatsila. Dukta-mutoor kunatsila. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. There's a vessel approaching, Captain. Its power signatures match the scans you took of those bio-pumps. It appears that whoever killed that crew has returned. Time to go, Doc. Trip, Hoshi, docking hatch now. 60,000 kilometers. Bridge to Armory. Armory. We have a potentially hostile vessel approaching. Are you prepared to defend the ship? That depends. How long till it gets here? Ten minutes, maybe less. Then the answer is most likely no. The scanners are still out of alignment. Look, if you wanted me to hit a stationary dairy barn, then I could accommodate you but not a moving vessel. Do the best you can, but I need you on the Bridge in five minutes. Archer to T'Pol. Deploy the docking arm. Arm extended. How close are they? 8,000 kilometers. What kind of weapons? Our sensors can't penetrate their shielding. Have you tried hailing them? Yes. There's been no response. Try again. The pod's on the arm. T'Pol to Archer. They're still not responding. They're charging weapons. They're targeting our engines. We're almost in. Stand by to jump to warp. Doors. Archer to the Bridge. It doesn't feel like we've gone to warp. T' Our port nacelle has been damaged. Have Malcolm arm the torpedoes. Report. We're dead in the water, sir. They seem to have stopped firing. They're closing on our position. Malcolm? Both forward tubes loaded and ready, sir. Stand by starboard tube. Yes, sir. Fire. Stand by port tube. Ready. Fire. Trip. Warp status. The nacelle's been completely depolarized. I'm afraid we're stuck here for a while. What was that? A submolecular bio-scan. You've been probed, Ensign. We've all been probed. They have no doubt discovered that your lymphatic systems contain some useful compounds. Get to the armory. Start distributing hand weapons. Post security teams at... ( alarm beeping) Sir, another vessel just dropped out of warp. They're on an intercept course. Let's see it. They're hailing us. Put it up. Atad dvii oora. Captain. He's from the same species as the murdered crew. They must've picked up your distress call. Aureetuan! Tell him the ship above us killed the crew of the cargo vessel. They're about to do the same to us. ( console beeping) I told him what you said, sir, but I doubt it made any sense. What do you mean? This isn't exactly Spanish we're dealing with here. I'd be lucky if I'm getting half the vocabulary right. They've locked on to us with some kind of stabilizing beam. Use the impulse engines. Get us the hell out of here. I can't, sir. Their beam's disrupting all our propulsion systems. Tomii alo owaba! Minas! Ooran tuo calla! It seems he got the part about killing the cargo ship crew, but he believes we did it, sir. At least I think he does. Tell him we sent the distress call. Why would we kill his people and then do that? Loor rah tee. Ahtara noss rohnay. I think I understood this one. He says the distress call came from his ship, not ours. We needed their frequencies. Going there was the only way to find them. Mii toras amayar tee! Something about DNA scans. He wants to know why we were there two years ago. Two years ago? He probably means two days, sir. The phonetic processor is still having trouble locking on. Atah hoss moor at! I'm not certain, but I don't think he's going to help us. They're 50 meters above us. Forty-nine... The pumps. Tell them to run scans on the bio-pumps that are hooked up to the corpses. They'll see they're not our technology. Have them compare the power signatures to the ship that's about to land on our roof. Where are they, Malcolm? They've stopped at about ten meters. I'm having trouble with the word pumps, sir. I've got the processor searching for synonyms. Loorah! Atah hoss! The translator's not making a whole lot of sense to him, sir. He's getting frustrated. I think he's running out of patience, Captain. Then forget the translator. Do it yourself. Do what myself? Talk to him. That's impossible, sir. I... I-I haven't even learned their basic conjugations. Talk to him, Hoshi. It doesn't have to be perfect. You don't understand... I don't even know how to say pump. I'll get it all wrong. It'll... it'll just make things worse. Things can't get much worse. Sir. Captain, they've started drilling into the hull. Hoshi, Hoshi... I need you to do this. We all do. That's why you're here. Ataa... dvii... oora. Ataa iis? Minas alo... Again. Ataa loora iis da. Oorehm miista voor. Eetova vohmala? Iis da. Tuo-tuo ama tooras da. Veetal, veetal noss ohmeen. Oorah, ootah, ootah doee oora. Sciitaara. What'd he say? Latoora de. Emos owaba. Twoo meeka. Aiista. De! Ensign. ( distant clanging) ( console beeping) They're targeting the vessel above us. We've got impulse back. Move us away. Captain, I may be wrong, but I think I've got the scanners aligned. Permission to launch a torpedo. Granted. Nice of them to wait till we got clear. All stop. I think we may have just made a friend. Thanks to you. Captain's Starlog, May 6, 2151. After helping them recover their dead crewmen, we had a chance to spend some time with the Axanar. Turns out, they're androgynous and live over 400 years. I look forward to meeting them again under better circumstances. Before we resume our course, I've agreed to make a ief detour. This isn't exactly like the place you came from, but it's close enough. It's not that hard to adapt. You're going to do just fine here.
How can you eat that stuff? It's healthier than that. At least this tastes like something. I guess it just takes a more discriminating palate to appreciate Vulcan cuisine. ( laughing) Did you know there were over 5,000 subspecies of termite on Loracus Prime? Hmm. I thought we were headed for a nebula. Anybody hear about this? Not a word. I wonder if somebody lives there. There's a lot of plant life. It might be an oxygen atmosphere. Yeah. What do you think? First contact? I don't see any cities or agriculture. Maybe they live underground or in the water. Is that snow on these mountains? You'd think the Captain would make an announcement or something. Well, call him. T'Pol? T' 17 percent oxygen, 81 percent nitrogen. Sounds like home. Any people? T' The planet supports a diverse ecology, but there are no signs of humanoid life. Still, someone may have a claim on it. We don't want to go waltzing into their backyard. Scan for marker buoys, beacons, manmade satellites. None in range, sir. Looks like no one's planted a flag just yet. Prep a shuttlepod, Mr. Tucker. I like the looks of the northern continent. See if you can find a good place to set down. Yes, sir. Captain... there are a number of protocols you may want to consider. Protocols... Vulcan ships would begin by sending automated probes down to collect more detailed scans. If the planet proved to be Minshara-Class, we would then conduct a geophysical survey from orbit. Minshara-Class? Suitable for humanoid life. How long would all that take? Six or seven days. You expect us to sit up here for a week while probes have all the fun? This planet has been here a long time. It will still be here in seven days. I understand that you have a more cautious approach, but we didn't come out here to tiptoe around. Get the pod ready. I'd like you to put together the survey team. I assume that's not a violation of protocol. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Thanks. I tried some plomeek oth this morning. It was very good. Vulcan food is... interesting. Did you sterilize the sample containers? Yes. Thanks for choosing me for this mission. You were selected because your specialty is entomology. This planet has a diverse insect population. Right. You'd have better luck making friends with a housefly. Wow... Worth every light-year. Set us down just east of those hills. Aye, sir. Where no dog has gone before. ( laughs) Oh, I almost forgot what fresh air smells like. The atmosphere contains trace elements of nitrogen dioxide, chloromethane... Put that thing away. Take a minute to enjoy yourself. The sky ever get this blue on Vulcan? Occasionally. We're walking on an alien world, light-years from Earth or Vulcan. Doesn't that impress you? I've been to 36 Minshara-Class planets. This experience is only marginally different. Perfect. Hold it right there... Smile. Be sure to get a copy of that to the Vulcan High Command. You have your assignments. We'll rendezvous here at 1900 hours ( Archer whistles) unless the Captain wants us to pose for more pictures. I'm afraid my Log entry isn't going to do this justice. A cabin in these woods would be nice. Three weeks in deep space, you're ready to jump ship? Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. You guys'd be lost without me. It's beautiful, all right, but I couldn't call a place home unless it came with a pair of warp nacelles. Boomers... ( communicator beeps) Archer. T' Is there a problem, Captain? No, no problem. Why? We were scheduled to rendezvous 15 minutes ago. Sorry. We lost track of time. ( chuckling): We'll be right there. We've identified several nocturnal marsupials. I'd like to keep Crewmen Cutler and Novakovich with me overnight to study them. I'm glad to see you're getting in the spirit of things. Pick you up in the morning. Captain, if it's all right with you, Travis and I would like to stay as well. We would? When was the last time you slept under the stars? There's plenty of camping gear in the pod. This isn't shore leave. This is a research mission. Why can't it be a little bit of both? Research isn't the only reason we're out here. Pitch your tent, Commander. Thanks, Captain. Don't worry... We'll keep out of your hair. Keep in mind, those cargo vessels weren't equipped for rescue operations. So the Captain wasn't sure what to do when he picked up the distress call. But it wasn't a ship that sent the signal. It was a life pod from one of the old Y-500-class freighters. Those were retired decades ago. Exactly. The pod had been drifting in space for 63 years. Bio-scans showed one life sign inside the pod. Human. The assistant engineer, George Webb, a friend of my uncle's, was assigned to open it. It took him over an hour to cut through the hull. He said the metal felt strange. Cold to the touch. Of course it was cold. It was floating in space for 60 years. He could hear a tapping noise coming from inside, but when he finally got it open, the pod was empty. No body, nothing. A few days later, Webb started acting strange. Getting into fights with the crew, muttering to himself in some sort of alien language. Then one day, he locked himself in Engineering and overloaded the impulse reactors. He almost destroyed the ship. Then he sealed himself in a life pod and ejected it. Well, I assume the Captain went after him. The reactors were too badly damaged. Some people say it was an alien life-form that got into him. Others think it was the ghost of a dead crewman. I never knew what to believe. But Webb is still out there, drifting. When the subspace noise is real low, some com officers say they can still hear the echo of his distress call. Beep... Beep... Ooh... ( laughter) It's highly doubtful that a distress beacon could function continuously for 63 years. ( chuckling) Let me guess. No ghost stories on Vulcan. That's it. To the left of that trinary cluster. What? Our sun. Are you sure? Yeah, I'm positive. Just another speck of light... no different than any other. When I was a kid, I'd go camping with my buddies. We'd spend half the night looking up at the stars, wondering what our own sun would look like from this far away. Now you know. Are you okay? Headache. If it's all right with you, I'd like to lie down for a while before we get back to work? Certainly. Has anyone heard the one about the haunted comet? Wait a minute... You notice something? The fireflies are gone. Nice going, Travis. You scared off the bugs. ( laughing) Maybe it's the ghost of George Webb. ( wind blowing) Looks like we might have ourselves a little weather! A front is approaching from the southwest! It must be gusting at 80 kph. That's nothing compared to a hurricane coming up through the Florida Keys. Try flying through an ion storm at warp 2. Did you hear that? What? Someone's out there. It's the wind. Son of a bitch! What is it? There's something in my bag! Give me your boot! What for? So I can squash it! Are we allowed to squash alien life-forms? If they're inside your sleeping bag! But it's not inside the sleeping bag anymore! There it is! Wait a minute. Where'd you put the phase-pistols? You want to shoot a bug? I'm just going to stun it. T'Pol to Tucker. Go ahead. Is there a problem, Commander? Oh, no, just an eight- inch scorpion thing inside our tent. Do you require assistance? I think I've got it under control. No, not there, it's over there! T'Pol, you said you found a cave this afternoon? Less than half a kilometer from here. I think we're going to need it! ( door chimes) Come in. Nice catch. You'd make a good two-meter man. Too bad we don't have a pool on board. A shame. A windstorm's moving across the northern continent. Looks like a nasty one. Survey team? They've taken shelter, but I'd recommend pulling them out. I've got a shuttlepod on standby. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain. What's your status? We've relocated into a cavern. Mr. Reed thinks we should come down and get you. A landing under these conditions might be difficult. We'll be protected until the winds diminish. We'll keep an eye on the storm. Let us know if you need anything. Understood. Keep the pod on standby, just in case. Aye, sir. Who's got the food packs? Nope. Travis? Not me, sir. We must've left them at the campsite. I'll go. Be careful. Trip?! Hello?! Was anybody outside just now? Just you. Why? There's someone else out there. What? Near the campsite. I think we've had enough ghost stories for one night. It's no story. T' We scanned the planet. It's uninhabited. I'm telling you... I saw three people. Three? What did they look like? It was too dark. Subcommander? Other than ourselves, there are no humanoid life-forms here. There could be something wrong with your scanner. It's functioning perfectly. Perhaps you imagined seeing them. They looked pretty real to me. ( voices whispering in alien language) Ethan? There's someone back there. I heard voices. Are you going to tell me I'm imagining things, too? It's not safe here. We don't know that. They could be friendly. Then why are they hiding? Why don't they come out and say hello? We should leave! Where do you propose we go? Back out into the storm? It's better than being trapped in here. Slow down, Crewman. That's an order. Ethan! Stay here. Travis. I'll be back shortly. Where are you going? If there's someone back there... I intend to find them. Ethan! Travis! I saw one! It came right out of that rock like it was a part of it. That could explain why they're not showing up on our scanners. ( voices whispering in alien language) ( yells) It's too dangerous. We should go back. ( voices speaking in alien language) Who were they? Excuse me? Who were you talking to? Talking to? There's no one here. We've lost Novakovich and we're apparently not alone. There's some kind of life-form down here. Can you make it back to the cavern? We're heading there now, sir. The Captain's on his way. We're getting out of here. Not a moment too soon. From what I saw, these things live inside the rock. I performed a geological analysis. The rocks are composed of limestone and cormalite. Nothing more. She's lying, Commander. I saw her talking to them. Crewman? In there. There were two of them. T' She's mistaken. No, I'm not. Why won't you tell us what's going on? What do they want? I've got a fix. 20 kilometers northeast. Archer to Novakovich. Ethan. Respond. Who's there?! Who is that?! This is Captain Archer. We're attempting to land. I want you to get back to the cavern. Go to hell! I have no reason to deceive you. Neither does she. You keep claiming these creatures don't exist, but the rest of us have all seen them. That's a little strange, don't you think? I can't explain what you've seen, but I assure you, I didn't speak to anyone. I'd like to believe you, but you Vulcans don't exactly have a spotless track record when it comes to being honest with us. Your point? You've held things back before. You might be doing it again. ( com beeps) Tucker here. We're closing in on your position, Trip. There's a clearing a hundred meters from the cave entrance. Get to it. I'm reading them. Two kilometers due west. I'm taking us down. There's a lot of wind shear near the surface. Activate the auxiliary landing thrusters. Altitude... 70 meters. 40 meters. I'll have to try a different vector. Starboard! I see it. Thruster four's down. We're leaking plasma coolant. Almost there. Sir, we can't safely land in this wind with a thruster out. ( console beeps warning) ( sighs) Archer to Tucker. Captain, aren't you forgetting something? We're going to have to wait till the wind dies down. Try to manage till then. We'll do our best, sir. If you run across any more of these aliens, try to make contact. See what you can find out about them. Understood! ( wheezing) You okay? Never better. You heard the Captain. He wants to know about your friends. What are you going to tell him? ( louder): What are you going to tell him? This is pointless. Is it? We're stuck down here for God knows how long with a bunch of rock people who, for all we know, are staring at us from these walls right now. Not to mention a crewman out there who probably won't last the night. Now if we're going to get through this, I need to know what the hell's going on. You beginning to see my point? I share your concern for Crewman Novakovich, but as I told you... You couldn't care less about him or any of the rest of us! That'd require some of those useless human emotions. Your emotions are beginning to affect your judgment. You're becoming irrational. You've never seen me irrational. Sir, I hate to add to our problems, but we're running low on water. Great. We'll have to conserve what's left. That won't be necessary. I detected water about 60 meters in that direction. How do we know you're not going in there to talk to your friends? Join me if you'd like. It could be a trap, Commander. I can survive without water for several days. Can you? Sit down. You heard me. How's he doing? Not good. His bio-signs are very erratic. Try him again. Enterprise to Novakovich. Can you hear me? Ethan? ( screaming) Mr. Reed, can you get a lock on him? Yes, sir. Looks like our only choice. Understood. Stand by. There's a problem, sir. There are contaminants in the matter stream. The phase discriminator can't seem to isolate the de is. Reed to Sick Bay. Medical emergency! What are you doing? Working. On what? Scans I took this afternoon. Find anything you want to tell me about? There's nothing of scientific interest on this planet. Our mission here was a waste of time. That's what you'd like us to think. Let me see that thing. The readings are in Vulcan. You won't understand. No, but Hoshi would. This could be evidence. Of what? Your little conspiracy. I was wrong. There is something of interest here. I've learned a great deal about human behavior. Oh? Under stress you become volatile. You're a far more dangerous species than I previously believed. Your people have been telling us that kind of crap for 100 years! Looks like you finally found a way to put us back in our cage. Sir? Imagine the news back home, Travis! Enterprise crew found dead. Six weeks into their historic voyage, the bodies of all 82 crew members were located on an uninhabited world. A Vulcan ship made the unfortunate discovery. Cause of death remains a mystery. But what Vulcans won't say is they know exactly who attacked us! In fact, they arranged the whole thing! They lured us down here so they could sabotage our mission! You were the one who found these caves and it was your idea to stay overnight. I didn't ask you or Mr. Tucker to join us. We know you're here! Why don't you show yourselves? You're not afraid of us, are you? There's no one there, Commander. Maybe you're waiting for the others to come down, so you can kill us all at once! Did you see that?! All I see is a delusional Engineer! Sounds like you're getting a little volatile yourself, Subcommander. I thought you had your emotions all locked up? Having a little problem, are you? Commander, there! You think we're going to wait around here for you to slaughter us? I'll blow this whole cave apart if I have to! I know you hear me! DR. Human skin is a resilient organ. These wounds should heal nicely. Can I talk to him? Yes, but I doubt he'll make much sense. Have you ever heard of tropolisine? No. It's a psychotropic compound known for its hallucinogenic effects. This crewman's bloodstream is filled with it. If it was down on the planet, why didn't our sensors pick it up? Normally it's found in certain flowering plants. Perhaps your sensors weren't cali ated to detect it. Or perhaps it wasn't there until that damn wind started. How long will the effects last? Now that he's back on Enterprise, he should be all right in three or four hours. Will this tro... Tropolisine. Will it affect T'Pol as well? There's no way to know. It might affect her to a lesser degree or a greater degree. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain? We have Novakovich. And I have a phase-pistol pointed at my head. What? My suspicions were right on the nose, Captain. Our little Vulcan here is not what she appears to be... Never was. What are you talking about? There's some kind of creatures down here. They hide inside solid rock. Travis and I have both seen them. Cutler saw two of them talking to T'Pol. They're up to something, but of course, she denies it. Listen to me. You've all been exposed to a psychotropic compound. It causes heightened anxiety, hallucinations... Are you telling me those creatures aren't real? The compound comes from the pollen of a flower. We think it was blown down from the mountains when the winds started. The doctor's run tests on Novakovich. He thinks he's going to be okay in a few hours. So if you can get as deep as you can into the caves, your symptoms should dissipate around the same time. We didn't imagine this, Captain. You dealt with simulations very close to this in Starfleet training. You're familiar with mind-altering agents. We'll be down to get you as soon as the winds let up. You're not here, Captain. You don't understand what's going on. Put your weapon down, Trip. That's an order. T'Pol? He's lowered his phase-pistol, sir. Have you been affected? Yes, but only slightly. Try to hold on. Archer out. Get to the Bridge. I want a weather report. Travis. You still with me? ( voice distorted): I need you on your feet. Those things could come back at any time. Listen to me. I'm giving you an order. What's wrong? Ensign? What'd you do to him? I can see why you get along so well with them. Sneaking around in the shadows... That's second nature to you Vulcans, isn't it? Par shinsarat. I have no idea what you just said, but it didn't sound very nice. You're making a mistake working with her. She'll stab you in the back first chance she gets. Tell you what. Come out and we'll settle this peacefully. Whatever she told you about humans... It's not true. You can see for yourself. Say something! What are you doing here? Yes, sir. I know, I know, but they're not giving me much choice. I've got to protect my crew. I understand, Mr. Velik, but I can't do that. They're trying to kill us. Nice try. Mura fisahr. The center of the storm has already passed over them, but the system spans some 500 kilometers. We won't be able to land a shuttlepod before dawn. When's that? Nine hours. Phlox to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Please report to Sick Bay immediately. It's urgent. I thought you said he was going to be fine? I did. But each tropolisine atom contains a stray neutron. When it started to eak down in his bloodstream, it released an undetectable toxin. I've injected him with inaprovaline, but I... think it may be too late. If I'd run a submolecular scan, I might have anticipated a complication, but there was no reason to. At least, there didn't seem to be. I can't tell you how sorry I am, Captain. What about the others? They spent less time exposed to the pollen... I've got four people down on the surface, Doctor! I need to know if they're going to be dead when we get there in the morning. Stay awake, Travis. Can't afford to have you going out on me! I'm... trying, sir. Cutler, you okay? If you're waiting for me to pass out, you're wasting your time. You might as well have your friends come out now and do whatever they're going to do. ( communications beep) T'Pol. How are you doing? Who's that? It's the Captain, Trip. Are you all right? He's irrational, sir. Mayweather and Cutler are nearly unconscious. Both of you listen to me very carefully. Novakovich may be dying. Turns out the pollen contains some kind of toxin our sensors hadn't detected. He's responding to medication, but his odds of recovery would be a hell of a lot better if we'd treated him sooner. The Doctor and Malcolm are synthesizing ampoules of inaprovaline. We're going to have to use the transporter to get it to you, but it's imperative that you inoculate yourselves as soon as possible. Do you understand what I'm saying? Taking an injection isn't going to change a damn thing! Don't you see that? They're planning something, Captain. First us, then all of you! Pralaya moyeht. Sukas vas nyran. Lisahla canandun da. Tahrolaya mirat. What's going on, Hoshi? She says Trip is going to kill her and I don't think she's imagining it. Say one more word of that gibberish and I'm going to split you in two! Trip, listen to me. The pollen's affecting her, too. Think about it. You've heard of people suffering from dementia who revert to their native language. She can't help it. The only thing that's affecting her are those rock people. If I can stop her now, I can save Enterprise. Trip, how long have we known each other? What's that got to do with anything? Remember when your EV pack froze up on Titan during the Omega training mission? You got nitrogen narcosis. You started to try to take off your helmet. You remember what I'm talking about? What's your point?! I ordered you to keep your helmet on. You were delirious; thought you were going to die, but you obeyed that order because you trusted me. I'm asking you to trust me now. Take the injection. Then we'll deal with these rock people. Too late, Captain! I'm not going to die with a hypospray in my hand. Trip... No! It's not going to happen! All right, forget the medicine. I think it's time I explain what's really going on. But just stand by for a minute. I need Malcolm to target your position. Then I'll give you your orders. Archer to Phlox. The sooner the better. Understood. How close can you get it? I think I can safely place it two meters inside the mouth of the cave. Good. Captain! Hello? I'm waiting for that order, but I can't wait much longer! All right, Trip. This is a major each of security, but I'm going to have to trust you. Go ahead. Starfleet sent us here to make contact with a silicon-based life-form. T'Pol was the only person granted clearance to speak with them. It seems they've met Vulcans before. Why couldn't you tell me that? When a mission's classified top secret, I don't ask why. If it was so top secret, then why'd you let us all come down to the surface... Let us spend the night? The winds. We never thought the storm would drive you into the caves. That's where these rock people live. They didn't want anybody in there except for T'Pol, so they're not too happy right now. I'm sure you can understand that. They've even threatened to destroy Enterprise. Now, T'Pol needs to explain to them why you're all there, but she's not going to have much credibility with you pointing a phase-pistol at her. If they agree to listen to her, you'll need to lower your weapon. If they don't... I'm going to have Malcolm destroy the cavern. Sacrificing four more crewmen is a small price to pay to save Enterprise. I understand. Now, I'm going to ask Hoshi to tell T'Pol everything I just told you in Vulcan. You got a problem with that? Go ahead. Ensign. Sahsuran ahmot ludah-sloya. Moraya toonan fohva toriinas. T' Sakahs fahs noora... locanan soorahs. Turah loniina foran. Mahs turatah. She says playacting isn't exactly a Vulcan tradition, but she'll do her best. Mireena luras! Ponfo borothas Plomees yoran! Akasa gorah foras mi! Kasaaka lrone mos. T'Pol arakis poran Dutar. Hope she knows the difference between stun and kill. They've agreed to talk to her, Trip. So lower your weapon and act real friendly. No...! You didn't shoot me last night, did you? I'm afraid I did. I was hoping it was all just a bad dream. Are they gone? They were never here. What? There were no rock people. You were all hallucinating. The pollen? T' Yes. Then what about that speech you gave to the wall? The Captain felt that if I played along, it might help persuade you to lower your weapon. You'd grown increasingly illogical and violent. Something about splitting me in two. A pretty good performance. Look, I know I kind of shot my mouth off last night... You were under the influence of the pollen. We all were. Challenge your preconceptions or they'll challenge you. Commander? That's something Mr. Velik used to say. Tenth grade biology class. He was a Vulcan scientist who came to teach us about life on other worlds. I'd never seen a Vulcan before. Not up close. He scared the hell out of me. Perhaps it's not too late to follow his advice. Ow... I must've twisted up my neck. How's Novakovich? Do we know? The Captain says he's going to be fine. ( shuttlepod approaching)
( water splashing) ( mechanical clunk) ( water shuts off) Archer to the Bridge. Lieutenant Reed, sir. What the hell's going on? We are having a little trouble with the gravity plating on E-Deck. I hope it hasn't caused you any inconvenience. Oh, no, no, no, not at all. Any idea when you might get it back on line? Commander Tucker says it should be any minute now, sir. ( equipment powers up) Thank you. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Not a very adventurous eakfast. Plomeek oth is a traditional morning meal on Vulcan. Oh, but you're not on Vulcan. You should try these blueberry pancakes. They're quite delicious. I've sampled human food on several occasions. It didn't agree with me. Give it some time. The Vulcan digestive tract is highly adaptable. I prefer to eat the foods I'm accustomed to. There's an old saying: When in Fellebia, do as the Fellebians do. It's difficult enough having to smell all this. Eating it is out of the question. Water, carbonated. Now that's adventurous. We're getting reports from C-Deck that it's down to 12 degrees. Ensign Almack is working on it. Well, tell him to hurry up. If the relays up there get too cold, they're going to start cutting out on us. ( communicator beeps) Engineering. We've got a power fluctuation in the starboard nacelle, sir. We'll get to it as soon as we can. Aye, sir. Any luck? We know it's got something to do with the plasma exhaust. The flow's been restricted for some reason and it's screwing up half the systems on the ship. Tell Billy to purge the aft manifold. Sir. Do you think it might be a good idea to drop out of warp? Give me a minute, sir. I think we can figure it out. ( alarm beeping) Tucker to Bridge. Might be a good idea to drop out of warp. Going to impulse, sir. Commander... I think I've found the problem. Something's distorting our wake pattern. You're right. The plasma exhaust shouldn't be flaring that close to the ship. EM residue in the exhaust ports? No, we checked; they're clean. Malcolm, if we ignited the plasma exhaust, what kind of damage would it do to the nacelles? Sir? How much damage? If we polarize the hull plating, it should be all right as long as we maintained at least half impulse. Go to half impulse, Ensign. Aye, sir. Put up A-4. Record all aft sensors. Hull plating. Both nacelles are at maximum. Stand by to ignite a charge at 80 meters due aft. Fire. Play it back. Slowly. Go back and freeze it at the flash point. Creep it forward a little. There. Looks like we've got ourselves a hitchhiker. T' They must be using some sort of stealth technology. I wonder how long they've been there. Long enough to throw half our systems out of whack. I'm sure they know we've detected them. Open hailing frequencies. Our ship-to-ship sensors are malfunctioning. I can only give you audio. Translator's active. This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. I don't need to tell you where we are. Your presence is disrupting a number of our systems. Please back away to a distance of at least ten kilometers and respond. Kaja lakala royj kaiti. Kaja lakala royj kaiti. Kaja lakala royj... harm us. Kaja lakala... your request. We ask you not to harm us. We are complying with your request. We ask you not to harm us. They're moving off, sir. We have no intention of harming you, but I wouldn't mind an explanation. I apologize for any damage we've caused. Our engines are malfunctioning and we've been using your plasma exhaust to replenish our teraphasic coils. It's allowed us to share your warp field. Their warp reactor is off-line. We can't help you unless we can see you, so why don't you disconnect whatever stealth device you're using? I'm giving you 40 milligrams of mirazine. It should shorten the decompression process by half. That still leaves three hours. Can you recommend a good book? I'll be iefing you on their propulsion systems. Sure you don't want me coming back at night? Three hours of decompression in each direction... Makes more sense to stay until the job's done. I sent them your dietary requirements. They claim to have the ability to synthesize protein and carbohydrates, but there's no telling what it may taste like. Try to be... diplomatic. Three days on an alien ship. Remember to mind your manners. We've got a seal. Just about ready. It's too bad the ship-to-ship sensors are down. Would've been nice to get a look at them. I'll just think of it as a blind date. Tucker to Enterprise. Archer. Here I go, sir. Keep your com channel open. We'll be right here. Here you go. Don't forget to come back for me. I don't know... we are kind of busy. Have fun. Hello? Hello? ( coughs) Try to maintain your normal rate of respiration. This stuff's burning my lungs! Maintain your normal rate of respiration. The discomfort will subside. T' Commander Tucker's calling again, sir. He's rather anxious. Put him through. How long's it been, sir? About five minutes longer than the last time you asked. How's the eathing? A lot easier, but I prefer air I can't see. Well, they told us the air would clear up during the last half hour of decompression. I feel like I've been in here for a week. You've only got 45 minutes to go, Trip. Be patient. ( whispering): Hey. Good boy. There you go. Blue, one... Green, three... Yellow, two... Orange, five... yellow, three. Red, four... green, two... whoa! Whoa. That's too fast. I'm not a computer. ( hissing sound) ( distorted voice): I hope the acclimation process wasn't too stressful. ( groggily): Blue, three... yellow, six... Orange, four. The perceptual tests are the best way to determine whether you're ready for our environment. We've prepared a meal for you. Not right now, thank you. We strongly recommend that you get some rest. I think I'd like to take a look at that engine room of yours. It's one deck above us. ( tool whirring) These are the teraphasic coils. The wider ones have lost their cohesion. I'm sorry, you lost me. I'm having trouble concentrating with all this noise and light. Are you certain you don't want to rest for awhile? I don't know what I'm certain about. T' Mr. Tucker again, sir. Put him through. Yeah, Trip, how's it going? Not good. I don't think I'm going to be much help over here. I'm having a little more trouble adjusting than I thought I would. What's the problem? ( slurring): I feel like I've... got a fever. I'm having trouble focusing, eathing. I really think I need to get back, Captain. Stand by for a minute. T'Pol, put me through to Trena'l. T' Stand by. TRENA'L: Captain Archer? My man's not doing so well over there. He'll be fine. With all due respect, I've known Commander Tucker for eight years... He's tough as nails. If he says he's having problems, I've got to believe him. When he came out of decompression, he refused to rest. I strongly suggest he lay down for a while. You really think that'll make a difference? We have a good deal of experience with alien visitors. I told Trena'l you'd try to get at least an hour of shuteye. He says that should do the trick. I just want out, sir, I'm not kidding. I can't take much more of this. Trena'l says they've dealt with this before. Just one hour. If you're not feeling better, we'll ing you back. It's not going to work, Captain. Take a nap, Trip, that's an order. Archer out. We've prepared sleeping quarters for you. It's not far. ( ocean waves whooshing) Your Captain sent the recording. He thought it might help you relax. Are you feeling better? What's that? Our food. It grows all over the ship. ( crunching sound) Would you like some? It's very sweet. I think I'll pass. This is the closest we could come to water. Trust me. Hmm... ( electrical spark) Did that hurt? Not really. It's kind of nice. Does that happen when you people touch each other? Something similar. Have you had enough? A man needs a lot of fluids when he's under the weather. If you're feeling well enough, we really should get back to the repairs. Could we take some of those with us? Are the injector cells aligned with the primary coil? Aligned and locked. You're not going to believe this. They've got grass growing on the floor... real grass. It's even green. Is Vulcan grass green? Have you tested the ion matrix, Commander? The grass releases some kind of vapor... helps them metabolize their food. Smells just like a freshly mowed lawn. The ion matrix, Commander. Oh, right. I've recharged the assembly. Is it up to .4 yet? .43. Keep pumping up the gradient. If we can get it up to .5, the coils should come back on line all by themselves. Sounds like Trip's feeling better. Before you know it, he'll have that engine room running like a well-oiled machine. Tucker to Captain Archer. Go ahead, Trip. We're nearly ready to ing the warp reactor on line. Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. Just think... yesterday you would've done anything to get out of there. Tucker out. It will take a while for the coils to regenerate. Come with me. There's something I want you to see. Watch this. That's Thera. It's where I come from. The depth perception is incredible. What is it, a 3-D simulator of some kind? It's holographic. Not like any hologram I've ever seen. Seems real, doesn't it? How do you... Resequenced photons. Come with me. The perspective's changing. We could walk all the way to the city and you'd never know we're still in this room. Sit down. We're still in the same room, and this isn't a boat. It's a boat. It's just resequence... Resequenced photons. Exactly. If we had one of these on Enterprise, I'd never ask for shore leave. You don't have any dermal plating. How do you detect other people's... moods? We don't. Well, actually, we do, but we do it through observing behavior, getting to know someone. The follicles on your face... if I'm not mistaken, they've grown. Do they have a purpose? ( chuckling): Not that I know of. Normally, we shave them off with something called a razor, but I haven't had the chance since I've been here. Do you mind? Go ahead. Does that hurt? Not in the least. More water? No. This is a game we play. Watch. Go ahead. Are there any rules to this game? It takes four hands to work. Your favorite food is... catfish. How the hell did you know that? What's mine? Your what? Favorite food? Yes. Concentrate. What's my favorite food? Dutara root. How'd I know that? I wasn't certain the granules would work with your species. Captain Archer saved your life once about four years ago. This is one hell of a game. You find me... attractive. You like having people find you attractive... don't you? Sometimes. Reactor room to Ah'len. The coils are coming back on line. Understood. You'd better stand up. Decompression any easier coming back? Three hours is three hours. You can't imagine what it was like over there, Travis. Food growing on the walls, teraphasic warp coils, boxes full of pebbles that make you telepathic. What were the Xyrillians like? Little shorter than us, weird scales on their faces, but otherwise pretty much like you and me. It sure was something. Reminded me why I signed on. But it is good to be home. Mmm. ( sighing) I hope your mission hasn't been overly delayed. Getting a chance to meet other species is our mission. See you've got the visual back on line. Hoshi. Trena'l wanted to thank you again. I realize how difficult it must've been adapting to our environment. It was worth every minute. As long as those coils stay charged, you shouldn't have a problem maintaining a stable warp field. Thanks for taking care of me when I wasn't feeling so hot. It was worth every minute. Good luck to you. Nice work, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity, Captain. I, for one, won't miss the malfunctions their proximity was causing. Return to our previous heading, Travis. Aye, sir. Didn't they feed you over there? You should've come with me, Malcolm. I heard about the holographic re-creation. It wasn't like any visual simulator I've ever tried. More like actually being there. You could smell the ocean, feel the salt air on your skin. If we had one of those on board, I can only imagine what it would be used for. ( chuckling): I don't know if they can re-create people with it, but it sure did a hell of a job on landscapes. Make any friends? Ah'len, one of their engineers. She's the one who showed me the holographic chamber. Is she the one you thanked for taking care of you? Yeah. Ah... Interesting scales. She did have a certain... sensuality to her. So, did you get a look at their weapons? I don't even know if they had any. Have you tried these scrambled eggs? Taste just like the real thing today. Hmm. Maybe you were allergic to something over there. Well, cleared bio-scan. Nevertheless, you better have Dr. Phlox take a look at it. As far as I know, I've never been allergic to anything. I don't believe you're having an allergic reaction. Tell me, did your visit to the Xyrillian ship involve any, uh, romance? What? Were you intimate with anyone? Doc, I was over there to repair a warp reactor. What are you talking about? Seems you did a little more than repair work. Meaning? This is a nipple. I beg your pardon? Ah, the blastocyst is located between the sixth and seventh intercostals. What the hell you talking about? I'm not quite sure if congratulations are in order, Commander, but... you're pregnant. Here... do you see that cell cluster? That is the em yo. I assume you'll be happy to know, it's not technically your child. What do you mean? When reproducing, the Xyrillians only utilize the genetic material of the mother. The males simply serve as hosts. That's comforting. But how the hell did I get knocked up? We don't have any data on their mating procedures, but I wouldn't think it would be that difficult for you to recollect a... sexual encounter. T' Three days. You were only there for three days and you couldn't restrain yourself. I'm telling you, Captain, I was a complete gentleman the entire time. I imagine that's a question of how you define gentleman. The only female I had any contact with was Ah'len, their engineer. Other than repairing the reactor, all she and I did together was go into this holographic chamber they've got. She showed me some home movies, simulations of their planet, but I didn't lay a hand on her. There's got to be some way to get this thing out of me without hurting it. Can't you create a surrogate chamber or something? The em yo has integrated with your pericardium. I wouldn't be comfortable extracting it without more information on the gestation process. This engineer wanted you to see her planet? So? Perhaps the next step would have been to meet her holographic parents. If I'm not mistaken, on some planets, that's a precursor to marriage. We took a ride in a rowboat. I swear, Captain, nothing happened. There had to have been a somewhat lengthy physical contact to transfer this much genetic material. Trip? I've been in Starfleet for 12 years. Do you think I'd jeopardize my career by messing around with some alien engineer on a three-day mission? I considered myself a diplomat from the minute I set foot in that vessel. Well... there was that box of pebbles. Pebbles? Yeah, she had it on the boat. But it was no big deal. We just stuck our hands into these granules for a few minutes. It's a game they play. Let's you read each other's minds. But they weren't even real. They were holographic just like everything else in the room. Doctor? Without a sample of these telepathic granules, it would be impossible to make a determination, but they could have served as the transferal medium. One of the first things a diplomat learns is not to stick his fingers where they don't belong. Captain... If we're going to safely remove this life-form from Commander Tucker, we'll have to find the Xyrillians. Why don't you and Malcolm see what you can do about locating their ship? Yes, sir. Is Trip well enough to return to his duties? What? Are you kidding? I'm fine. You'll probably feel a bit nauseated in the mornings, so get sufficient rest and exercise and see me at least once a day. That nipple may not be the only surprise your body has in store for you. You think we could keep this between the four of us? At least for the time being? You got it. Dillard! Sir? Look at this lift. Sir? It's an accident waiting to happen. This safety bar's a meter off the floor. What use would it be for a small person? A small person? A short alien, a child. This thing's a deathtrap. Look at this handrail. Put your hands here while this is going up or down... It'll take your fingers right off. Why would someone put their hands there, sir? Oh... Never mind. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've spent eight days looking for the Xyrillian ship, but so far, we've had no luck. Sorry I'm late. No problem. How you feeling? I thought we all promised to keep this under wraps. I haven't said a thing. Doctor? Not a word. I knew it. She probably let it slip the minute she left Sick Bay. But Subcommander T'Pol promised to keep your pregnancy secret. Where I'm from, Vulcans aren't known for keeping promises. What makes you think she's told anyone? All you have to do is see the way they whisper... talk behind my back. You know what happened this morning? Ensign Hart pulled out my chair for me. I'm telling you, it was T'Pol and you can be sure it was intentional. What's that? Chicken tetrazzini. Did you cut yourself? I wish. I don't want to ruin your appetites, but... take a look at this. Just how many of these am I going to grow? And while we're on the subject, are they going to go away afterward? One would think. Then again, I have no experience with this species. Great. You know... it's been over a week, Trip. We have to start considering the possibility that we're not going to find the Xyrillians. What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm going to deliver this baby? I believe he's saying a good deal more than that. Once the child is born, it may well rely on you, in some way, to care for it. I'm the Chief Engineer. I spent years earning that position. I never had any intention of becoming a working mother. You know, the Doctor was saying that the gestation period will only last another five weeks... six at the most. You should expect to begin experiencing some unusual symptoms... Hormonal changes mostly... Mood swings, heightened emotions. I suggest you stick with the civilian clothes. Seems to help hide the... bulge. How much bigger's this thing going to get? I'm already the laughingstock of the ship. I would love some more of this. Yes, sir. I'd like you to start seeing the Doctor every eight hours. As your delivery date gets closer, he should be able to start figuring out what your postnatal responsibilities might be. Postnatal responsibilities? You may very well be putting those nipples to work before you know it. There's a ight side to all of this. Yeah? What's that? As far as we know, this is the first interspecies pregnancy involving a... human. ( sighs) ( console beeps) Got something. Looks like their signature. 078 mark 6. Three million kilometers. Change our heading to intercept. Bridge to Archer. Go ahead. We may have found the Xyrillian ship, sir. Thank you. On our way. What have you got? We're approaching the coordinates. I've analyzed the stealth telemetry. I believe it's them. Drop down to impulse. Hoshi, try to get an image. Doesn't look very stealthy to me. Go tighter. If the starship profiles the Vulcans gave us are correct... They're correct, Lieutenant. That's a Klingon battle cruiser. Where the hell are the Xyrillians? It appears your repairs didn't last very long. If I'm correct, they're hiding in the Klingons' plasma wake. Hoshi? The translation program should be in pretty good shape, sir. Sir, with all due respect, do we really think this is a wise idea? If we're going to speak to the Xyrillians, we can't do it without the Klingons knowing about it. Open a channel. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We respectfully would like to ask for your assistance with a little problem... Sir, they're charging weapons. Polarize the hull plating. Grab hold of something. And another one. Why are they attacking us? They're not. If they wanted to destroy Enterprise, they would have done it. So, I guess that's their version of a warning shot across our bow. I don't recommend being the recipient of another warning like that, sir. Should I lay in a new course, Captain? No, stay where you are. Hail them again. Sir, look at their starboard nacelle. The power's fluctuating just like ours did when the Xyrillians were riding in our wake. They're responding. What gives you the right to approach a Klingon warship? Please accept our apology, but I need to ask you a question. And what would that be? Have you been experiencing any unusual malfunctions, problems with your gravity plating, propulsion, environmental controls? You've been monitoring our systems. For how long? We haven't. I promise you. The same things happened to us a few days ago. Your problems are being caused by a small stealth vessel that's been riding in your wake. They're using your plasma exhaust to fuel their warp coils. Find this vessel. Wait a minute, wait a minute. They're harmless. We need them, alive. Just give me a chance to explain. Find them! There are 36 aboard. Bring their Captain to me and execute the others. Didn't you hear what I said? I need them alive. What you need is to turn your puny ship around and leave. These aliens violated our security and disrupted our systems. Both are considered acts of war against the Empire. I assure you that any damage they've done was unintentional. They're simply trying to get home. They won't get home, but I'm more than willing to hasten their journey to Sto-Vo-Kor. Sto-Vo... The afterlife. You really don't want to hurt these people. They're actually very kind. They've just had some bad luck with their engines. When we confronted them, they complied with all our requests. You're wasting my time! Less than one month ago, Captain Archer stood in the High Council Chamber in Kronos. The Chancellor himself called him a man of honor, a other. Enterprise is the ship that found Klaang and returned him to the Empire. Without Klaang, your Houses would be at war with each other. Jonathan Archer is the man who carried out that rescue. You are in his debt. You would be demonstrating both honor and wisdom to grant his request. I'm the one who repaired their warp reactor, or at least I thought I did. I spent three days on their ship. They have some amazing technology. If you don't kill them, I'm sure they'd share it with you, teach you how to use it. What kind of technology? Well, for one, they've got some incredible holography. I don't know how advanced Klingon holograms are, but these are like nothing I ever saw before. Press a few buttons and you'll be standing on a hillside overlooking Kronos. It's unbelievable. Couldn't hurt to take a look... unless the decompression cycle frightens you. I am frightened by nothing, pahtk. If you agree to enter their vessel, I'd appreciate it if you'd take my Chief Engineer with you. He talks too much. I'll ing a security team. He was there for three days. They trust him. It'll make things a lot easier. If their technology amuses me, I may spare their lives. I don't need your engineer to help me make that decision. There's another reason. Commander Tucker has some... unfinished business with the Xyrillians. I am not interested in your engineer's business. There's a pregnancy involved. I thought you said you were there to fix their warp reactor not to impregnate one of their females. This should be a lesson to you. Forget it happened. I'm afraid that's not going to be so easy. Show him. ( all laughing) Captain Vorok has agreed to consider releasing your ship in exchange for one or two of your holographic simulators. It would be a good idea to cooperate. This is a topographical survey of our capital. I'd be pleased to give you a demonstration. The reactor worked fine for six days, then went off-line again. How did you find us? It wasn't easy, but we were very, um... motivated. I don't understand. I had no idea this could happen with another species. If I'd known... No need to apologize, but I would be real appreciative if you could get this out of me, assuming it's safe. It's still early enough to transfer the em yo to another host. She looks very healthy. It's a girl, huh? Mm-hmm. I can see my house from here. Can this technology be adapted to our power matrix? I'm sure we can make the appropriate modifications. As soon as the installation is complete, the Xyrillians will be free to go. I appreciate your cooperation. I hope the next time we meet, we can be of some help to you. Listen to me very carefully. Our debt is repaid. We have no interest in meeting you again and if we do, I promise you'll regret it. The only thing worse than spending three hours in a decompression chamber with a bunch of Klingons is doing it twice in one day. I smelled things in there I hope I never smell again. Trena'l told me that, at full impulse, they can probably get home in less than a month. No more hitchhiking? That business about the Klingon Chancellor calling me a other... was that true? Klingons are known to exaggerate. I saw nothing wrong with doing the same. Your appetite seems to be back to normal. Just eating for one again. I've run a check through the Starfleet database. You might be pleased to know that this is the first recorded incident of a human male becoming pregnant. Just how I always wanted to get into the history books.
This was their first view of it. If you didn't look too close, you'd think it was Earth. Breaking ground on the Town Hall. Is that Captain Mitchell? No. I think that's Mitchell. Are we there yet? Three hours, 17 minutes to go, sir. Travis has been digging through the archives. There's ton of data here... Crew manifests... survey photos... weekly status reports. I was hoping to find something... A clue to what happened. You'd be the first. I've been fascinated by Terra Nova since I was a kid, sir. I always thought lost colonies affected boomers more than anyone else. Something about people who choose to live off-world. Captain... do you think anyone's still there? I'll let you know... in about three hours and 17 minutes. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Terra Nova? I'm surprised you've never heard of it. I'm not familiar with the early years of human space exploration. Really? Every schoolkid on Earth had to learn about the famous Vulcan expeditions. Name one. History was never my best subject. It was called the Great Experiment. Could humans colonize deep space? They'd already built New Berlin on the Moon, Utopia Planitia on Mars, even a few asteroid colonies, but all within our solar system. When they found an Earth-like planet less than 20 light-years away, it was hard to resist. Took them, what, nine years to get there? Nine years there, nine years back, but they made it. My grandfather remembered seeing their first transmissions when he was a kid. ( chuckles) T' What happened to them? People have been trying to answer that question for a long time. No one's heard from Terra Nova in over 70 years. After the colony was built, relations with Earth became strained. The Space Agency figured nothing succeeds like success, so they decided to send another vessel. The colonists protested. They'd been there five years. This was their home. They didn't want another 200 people arriving. But the folks back on Earth argued that there weren't any other habitable planets within reach, but the colonists dug their heels in. There were a few angry messages sent back and forth, and one day... nobody heard from them again. Why didn't you send a vessel to find out what happened? Nine years there, nine years back... It would have been a pretty long trip. A Vulcan ship could have made the journey in far less time. Why didn't you ask them? Asking favors of the Vulcans usually ends up carrying too high a price. My experience with humans is limited, but I've come to learn that they're quite resourceful. Terra Nova may still be there, Captain. 200,000 kilometers. Let's see it. I promised my dad I'd see this place someday. Put us in orbit over the colony. Terra Nova Colony, this is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We've come from Earth. Please respond. No answer, sir. Any bio-signs? No, but the colony appears to be intact. I'm also detecting low levels of surface radiation. From what? I can't tell. Let's take a look. Closer. Looks like a ghost town. Let's hope the ghosts can give us some answers. How bad is the radiation? Less than 800 millirads. A few hours of exposure shouldn't pose a risk. Trip, take the Bridge. Travis? A housing unit. No sign of weapons fire... only rust. Whatever happened, I got to believe they tried to let Earth know about it. We've got the schematics for the communications tower. Good. See if the data buffer's intact. We might be able to access their last transmission logs. Aye, sir. Walk the perimeter. See what else you can find. T' Judging by the isotope decays, the radiation level 70 years ago would have been lethal. If that's what killed them, where are the bodies? Maybe they left the planet before it could affect them. That would have been difficult. That's a bulkhead. They designed their ship to be disassembled. That's how they built the colony. It was a one-way trip. Hello? We're not alone, sir. There's someone in the forest. We're on our way. I believe he went in there. Did you get a look at him? Yeah. He appeared to be a couple of meters tall, biped, odd-looking scales... This leads to a network of caverns that extend for several hundred meters. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead, sir. Get back to the shuttle, and grab a pair of flashlights. Make it quick. Yes, sir. It'd be best if I went first, sir. ( scraping sounds) After you. Captain. My name is Archer. We're looking for some people. I was hoping you could help us. We're not going to hurt you. We're just trying to find out what happened to them. ( grunts) ( automatic rifle fire) Which way? ( gunfire) T'Pol to Captain Archer. Captain? We're under attack and I think we just took a wrong turn. ( panting) We could use a little help navigating down here. Just a moment. In approximately three meters, a tunnel will anch off to your left. Take it. I don't see a tunnel. ten meters. ( gunfire) Here. ( gunshots) ( groans) I'm all right, sir. Malcolm? Malcolm! ( gunfire) Where's Malcolm? Go. ( gunfire) Take us up! If those aliens killed the colonists, they could kill Malcolm, too. Those weren't aliens. They're human. I don't get it. If they're human, why were they shooting at us? Archer to the Bridge. What have you found? We've got a pretty good picture of those caverns, and we've picked up 52 bio-signs so far... all human. The only one I'm interested in right now is Lieutenant Reed. We've got to get him out of there. Have you found him? Yes, sir, he's about 90 meters below the surface. He's not responding to hails, Captain, but he's alive. Have Dr. Phlox join us in the Situation Room. Aye, sir. If these are the descendants of the original colonists, they've never seen other humans before. Maybe we looked as strange to them as they did to us. 12.6 kilometers worth of tunnels. Looks like they even dug a few wells. The geology's a little shaky. Some of these passageways have collapsed. They may have been driven underground by the radiation. Have you figured out what caused it? Not yet. What do they do for food? Many species feed on underground fauna and flora: tubers, fungi, insects. They also hunt some kind of burrowing animal. Where's Malcolm? Right here, sir. There are two people with him. Can we use the transporter? He's too deep. T' A section of this tunnel is collapsed. It's empty. If we could get into it, we could clear the obstruction with phase-pistols. We'd be less than 20 meters from Lieutenant Reed. What about these two? We have to assume they're armed. A stun grenade would solve that problem. I don't want to risk any more casualties. Despite how they look, they're still human. We've got to find some way to talk to them. They didn't seem too eager to talk. If I can't make first contact with other hu... I don't have any business being out here. Malcolm was shot. Grab your medical kit and meet me at the Launch Bay. Right away, sir. Captain? Try to find out what irradiated the surface. You and Hoshi, get to work on that data buffer. I want to know if they tried to send any messages to Earth. Do you think they know we've returned? Hard not to hear a shuttlepod landing on your roof. ( shouting): I'm unarmed. I just want to talk. I'm concerned about my officer. I'd like to see him. Fancy meeting you here. How's the leg? I've lost a bit of blood, sir, but I don't think it's too serious. May I have my medical supplies, please? Human? That's right. What's that? My name is Phlox. I am a Denobulan. I am Captain Archer's physician. You tracked from Earth... on a Sky Ship. It's called Enterprise. To do what? Gut the rest of us? No. We're here to find out what happened to the colony. We came to help you. Novans have had enough help from you. We're not so easy to hunt as Diggers. Go back to the Overside, or we'll seal your passage. I told you. We're not here to hurt anybody. Take that one, and don't track back. All right, but he won't be able to get through these tunnels on one leg. My doctor needs to treat him. What makes you think we're here to hurt you? Humans hurt Novans. Why do you think that? They gutted us. Our families. Our before-families. I don't understand. The Poison Rain. I was no taller than a Digger, but I can still see back. We lived on the Overside. Then the humans dropped the Poison, burned our skin, gutted the grown ones. There was no place to go but here. ( coughs) To the... Underside. I think I know what you're talking about. The Poison Rain. It was some kind of radiation. I don't know what caused it, but I'm sure it wasn't humans. He can walk... more or less, but I'll need to get him back to Sick Bay to remove the projectile. I know this will be hard for you to accept, but you're the descendants of human beings. Your ancestors colonized this planet over 70 years ago. They came from Earth, just like I did. I don't know what happened, but maybe we could work together and find out. He speaks in shale. If that's your way of calling me a liar, give me a chance to prove what I'm saying. My... Sky Ship has tools that can help us find out what happened here. No. Are you aware that your mother is sick? This is one of the tools the Captain spoke of, which can tell me all kinds of things about the inside of your body. She has an illness that we call lung cancer, but it's easily cured. Dr. Phlox can make her well, but she'd have to come back to our ship. This is shale. They want to trap us on the Overside... to gut us. How long of a day would it take? Not long. A few hours, at the most. Hours? She'd be back before the sun rises on the Overside. Let us help you. We track together. This one stays. He needs to be treated, as well. He'll be fine, for a few hours. Don't worry about me, sir. I was just getting used to the place. Probably best if you lead the way. That's Enterprise. It's a lot like the ship that ought the colonists to this planet. It was called the Conestoga. Maybe you were born on board. Or were you born after your parents got here? My parents were Novans. They came from the Overside. No more! Let me out! Open the passage. Just a few more seconds. Jamin! Open it! It's all right. ( panting) My apologies for any discomfort. Is she healed? Not quite. First, we have to determine how far her sickness has spread. That is you. The inside of you, anyway. This picture will tell me what kind of treatment you'll require. Ah. Interstitial tumors. The malignancy has spread to her lymphatic system. She'll need a series of cytolytic injections. Injections? Medicine. He's just going to give her some medicine. I'll need a few minutes to synthesize it. I've got some other pictures you might like to see. One of my crewmen found these in our database. They might help you remember what it was like living on the Overside before the Poison Rain. It's human shale. They're confusing our path. You'll lose your tracks in this. I'm just trying to help you see how you got here. All I see is Digger filth. Well, look again... because whether you want to believe it or not, we're both human. Bury your drawings. Doctor... keep me posted. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Subcommander T'Pol has discovered the remnants of an impact crater that could explain the radiation. How far away is it? About 500 kilometers north. How deep? It's been partially filled in by erosion over the years, but I'm reading impact fractures down to nearly 2,000 meters. Comet or an asteroid? An asteroid; a large one. The tectonic analysis puts the impact at approximately 70 years ago. The Poison Rain. The geology was comprised primarily of beresium ore. The thermo-shock would have created a radioactive cloud that probably covered the northern hemisphere for more than a year. They spent all those years getting here... and for what? That's an old MK-33, isn't it? Or is it a 34? Impressive body armor you're wearing. Did you make it yourself? Right. I don't suppose there's a lavatory on the premises, is there? I wouldn't mind freshening up a little. No. Didn't think so. Is your belly hollow? That all depends. What's for dinner? Digger meat. Looks a little, uh... undercooked. Humans are like damp moss. They rot on the Underside. Not bad. ( low-pitched horn sounding) ( other instruments joining in) ( music continues) ( door chimes) Come in. It's a transmission, sir. It's the last one anyone made as far as we can tell. It was still in the buffer. It's Captain Mitchell. No matter how angry Logan's threats may have seemed, there had to have been a way of dealing with this other than attacking us. Nearly half the adults are dead, including Dr. Tracey, and everyone else is getting sick, except for the younger children. If they have any chance of surviving, the least you could do is have the Vulcans send a ship for them. But for all I know, they were the ones you talked into attacking us. You wanted Terra Nova enough to do this? Well, it's yours now, but I doubt you'll be very pleased with what you find when you get here. Mark Logan was the head of the opposition... The ones who were against a second wave of settlers. Supposedly, he threatened to fire at any ship that came into orbit. The irony is that Captain Mitchell's message never reached Earth. The de is in the atmosphere was too dense. So, for some reason, the young kids survive and begin living underground. Their last memories of their parents are hearing them blame humans for destroying the colony. The idea that humans are the enemy has been embedded in them for more than two generations. This isn't going to be easy. Sick Bay to Archer. Go ahead. Would you come see me, please? Is everything all right? Nadet's cancer has been eliminated. Nice work. But I found something quite troubling. Both she and her son are showing signs of microcellular decay in their endocrine systems. Their underground water supply has probably become contaminated. I don't have any medication to treat this, and it's only going to get worse. Would inging them to the surface help? T'Pol says the soil and foliage is going to remain irradiated for at least another decade. How's she doing? She's as disagreeable as she was before I treated her. Bring them to the Situation Room. We are not leaving. It's not safe for you anymore. When the asteroid hit, the fallout contained certain poisons. Humans under the age of four or five can usually build an immunity to them. That's why they survived. For the last two or three generations, that immunity kept you all alive, but now the poisons have gotten into your water supply. As Captain Archer says, it is no longer safe. You humans tried to gut our go-befores when they lived on the Overside. Now you're trying to gut us. Dr. Phlox just saved your life. Perhaps you should give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he's not human. Neither am I. Giant rocks falling from the sky. Shale! It's all shale! Take us back! I went through about 200 to 300 photographs before I found this. Look familiar, Nadet? It's the Overside... before the Poison Rain. And what about the people? Humans. What were humans doing in your colony before it was destroyed? I think I can help answer that. You're sure none of these people look familiar? From the data we retrieved on this photograph, we're pretty sure this woman's name was... Vera Fuller. Ring a bell? It's the medicine they put in you. They're confusing your path. We need to leave. Look closely. Vera Fuller. What do you remember? Shale! They're trying to trap you. Vera had a daughter named Bernadette. She'd be about 75 now in Earth years. Nadet? Bernadette? You say this is me? They're trying to make us leave the Underside. If we're not back before day, your crewman will be gutted. Take us back. Is her treatment finished? I should take one more thoracic scan. Fine. As soon as you're done, ing them to the Launch Bay. Subcommander. There are 58 human beings in those tunnels and they're all going to die if we don't get them out of there and what do they think? They think we're a bunch of hostile aliens trying to take their colony over. Stun grenades. What? Commander Tucker has continued to enhance the sensor resolution of their tunnels. We could transport stun grenades to specific locations, detonate them, and use both shuttlepods to ing them back to the ship. And then what? Put them in chains? I'm sure Mr. Reed could devise appropriate restraints. What the hell do you think this is, a slave ship? We can't relocate them by force. The alternative was made quite clear by Dr. Phlox. We have to convince them that returning to Earth is the right thing. We can't take them by force. Are you certain it is the right thing? What are you talking about? When you get them back to Earth, what will you do? Send them to school? Teach them to read and write? Wear human clothing, eat human food, teach them to live on the surface? Enjoy the sunshine? You're damn straight. They're human beings. It's their birthright. It might take a little while, but they'll adapt. It's a hell of a lot better than dying down in those tunnels. They've lived in those tunnels for three generations. You can't just pluck them up and ing them to a strange world and hope they'll learn to conform. You'd be destroying their identity, destroying the Novan culture. Archer to Tucker. Captain? Get up here on the double and ing your maps with you. The de is cloud reached to about here... Ten or 12 degrees north of the equator. Southern hemisphere? Unaffected by the asteroid. Captain Archer? Go ahead, Doc. The two Novans are in Shuttlepod 1. Will you be escorting them back to the surface? I'll be there in a couple of minutes. There's got to be similar underground topography on one of these southern continents... Caves, caverns. Find them. Put that on a padd for me. And it wouldn't hurt if they were crawling with those... Oh, what do they call them? Diggers. Your planet has three large islands to the south. We call them continents. The climate is nearly identical to your Overside. We don't know how similar the Underside is, but my people are working on that now. The important thing is, the Poison Rain never fell there. You'd be safe. Your children would be safe. You could even spend time on the Overside, if you wanted to. If our tunnels are infected, you wouldn't want them so badly. We don't. We only want to help you, make you healthy. Was that photograph of Vera Fuller and her daughter shale? Do you really believe that we created it to trick you? You're human. So am I. Humans help each other. When we track back to the Underside, we'll return your crewman only if you promise to leave. I've got the landing site locked in, Captain. Would you at least talk to your people... Tell them what I proposed? ( alarm beeping) All thrusters are down. Fire them up again. Pod 1 to Enterprise. We've got an emergency. Is anyone hurt? We're okay, but getting out of here is going to be tricky. Can you give us the coordinates...? T' Captain? I think we're done dropping. How far have we gone? You're down about eight meters. Looks like a couple of the abandoned tunnels gave way. Open it. Open it. Hold on. Trip, if I open the port hatch, what am I going to find? Open it! You're on the floor of a stable tunnel... You should be okay. You're going to have to build a rig to get this pod back on the surface. Aye, sir. ( coughing) We're in the down-slope passage. We need to pass the cut-through to get to your crewman. Give me your pistol. What are you talking about? If you want to see your human alive, you'll give me your pistol. Stay here with the shuttle. Keep your com open. ( faint cries) Hold on a second. Do you hear that? Help! Help me! It's Akary. Help! Help! Help! He must have fallen when your Sky Ship quaked the tunnels. Are you hurt? I'm leg- oke. The wood has me sealed down. Would you risk your bones to save a Novan? I'll do what I can, but I doubt I can make it down there. We'll track together, but you'll need to trust me. Ah! ( grunting) ( grunting) The water's rising. We have to hurry. ( groans) ( grunting) I need you to give me my phase-pistol. My gun! Why? So you can go free your hostage? So I can free this man. It's your turn to trust me. Give me a hand. Ready? ( both grunting) ( groaning) ( eathing heavily) Captain. How are you holding up? Not badly, all things considered, but I really wouldn't mind getting this bullet out of my leg. Tell them. Tell them what Archer said about the islands to the south. They promised to leave. Let them go. We'll be fine here. We're not fine. None of us is fine. We're rotting... all of us. They've promised to leave. I've seen back. Vera Fuller was my mother. That girl in the picture was me. A human girl. Our go-befores shared the same path. We should listen. Ever heard of Judge Crater? Crater? Disappeared in the early 20th century. How about Amelia Earhart? No. 1937. Never found a trace of her. A lot of people spent years... decades... Trying to figure out what happened to them. But neither of those mysteries holds a candle to Terra Nova. And we solved it. Did more than that. Those people were a year or two away from extinction. We didn't just find them... we saved their lives. All these years wondering about that colony. I never thought I'd become a part of their history. Tell you what, Travis. Why don't you put together the report for Starfleet? If I'm not mistaken, it'll be headline news back home. The Terra Nova Solved at Last... as told by Ensign Travis Mayweather. Thank you, sir.
( banging) ( banging intensifies) ( door rattling) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like these Vulcan starcharts take all the fun out of it. We're supposed to be explorers, aren't we? That's the general idea. Where's the exploration in going places people have already been? Well, for one thing, we've never been to these places. For another... remember that protostar we ran across last week? Yeah. I'm not seeing it here. Are you saying those Vulcan starcharts aren't all that accurate? Well, if that's true, good luck getting them to admit it. ( laughing) ( door chimes) Come in. You wanted to see me, Captain? As a matter of fact, Mr. Tucker and I were looking at these starcharts. There's a planet a few light-years off our current heading. I'm familiar with it. Well, the data indicates there's a remote outpost right here on the northern hemisphere. P'Jem. I take it this... P'Jem is under Vulcan jurisdiction? It's an ancient spiritual retreat, a remote sanctuary for Kolinahr and peaceful meditation. Kolinahr? The Vulcan purging of emotion. Well, that sounds interesting. How do you think they'd feel about a visit? P'Jem is a place of quiet contemplation, Captain. I'm not certain we'd be welcome. It's because Vulcans think we smell bad, isn't it? It's not every day we get a chance to see an ancient Vulcan monastery. I'd say a stopover is too good to pass up... unless you disagree. I'll research the proper protocols. Good. Archer to Helm. Go ahead, sir. Prepare to lay in a course correction. T'Pol will give you the coordinates. Understood. Well, you must be looking forward to visiting the sanctuary. It was the Captain's idea. But such an opportunity to appreciate your cultural history. It is a Vulcan sanctuary, if that's what you mean. Precisely my point. You'll be able to introduce some of your own people to your new crew. Oh... I believe I see the source of your misgivings. Being seen with a human crew... It could create a certain awkwardness. May I? Hmm. I confess, I feel awkward myself on this ship sometimes... out of place. But what is that Vulcan motto? Infinite diversity...? In infinite combinations. Hmm! ( chuckling) And what is diversity, but a cele ation of differences? I wonder if you might remind me of our mission on this vessel? Please, indulge me. Our mission is to make contact with those who humans consider new life and new civilizations. In other words, to seek infinite diversity. I suppose so. Well, then, it seems to me a cultural exchange between your Vulcan ethren and your human crew is simply a furtherance of that mission. ( chuckles) They don't even know we're coming? It wasn't possible to hail them. The monks consider technology a distraction from their spiritual pursuits. I don't like dropping in on people unannounced. It won't be a problem as long as we observe the proper protocols. When we arrive, we'll be greeted by a Vulcan Elder. You should not speak to him or any member of the Order unless spoken to first. If they appear to be meditating, do not approach them or attempt to make conversation. Also, maintain quiet at all times and do not touch or disturb any artifacts, relics or ornamentation. If we arrive at their time of communal Kolinahr, it's likely we'll be turned away. At the conclusion of our visit, we'll be offered the Stone of J'Kah as a gesture of salutation. Accept it. Then bow slightly, and observe a respectful silence for approximately five seconds. I thought Starfleet training was tough. You say this is a place to purge emotions? Looks like somebody had to purge pretty bad. He bashed the door in. The temple is almost 3,000 years old, Commander. You can't expect it to be in pristine condition. ( gong sounds) ( quietly): We are honored to visit this great sanctuary. I cannot ask you to stay. We are observing the final phase of Kolinahr. He says we have arrived at the time of Kolinahr. The Order must remain in silent reflection throughout the lunar cycle. They are not to be disturbed. Oh, that's too bad. Well, at least we got to see the place. Your service honors us. Before we leave, may I request the offering of the J'Kah Stone for my distinguished guests? Please wait. Is something wrong? It's probably nothing. But? This is the main Atrium. There should be more than one member of the Order present. And the icon in that shrine is perched at an odd angle. Oddly perched, huh? We'd better call Starfleet Command. That's not all, Captain. The Vulcan Elder seems... agitated. You call that agitated? You know, I think the oldest monastery I ever visited was in Ngari, Tibet, but it wasn't nearly as big as this place. I've heard it can take days to explore this site. It'd take at least that long to clean the place up. Forgive the disarray. Kolinahr encourages members of our Order to face their vestigial emotions. The repercussions can sometimes be violent. Please. This is the Stone of J'Kah, which represents the foundation of all we believe... A life of order and control through logic. Ishtaya kulah. Vestal ma etak J'Kah. What's all that mean, anyway? It is a traditional litany, passed down for generations. Does it mean I get good luck or something? Oh, you're thinking of the Blarney Stone, Captain, or when you pat the Buddha's belly. I guess you're right. Too bad we, uh... didn't ing a camera, huh, Commander? Please, you must leave now. You ever been to the San Francisco Zoo? Now there's something you should see. Friends of yours? Somehow I didn't think so. Stop looking at me. Okay, okay, don't get your antennas in a twist. Why didn't you tell us one of your people was aboard? It's an Earth vessel; I didn't know. What does that mean... Earth? What is that? It's where we're from. It's our homeworld. Why did you come here? Answer me, pinkskin! This planet was along our course. We only came to visit the sanctuary. Liar! What's your mission? Are you a supply ship inging them more surveillance equipment? We're not inging them anything. You ought her. She's my Science Officer. So you admit you're working with the Vulcans? I'll admit I have a Vulcan Science Officer and that I came here out of curiosity. Now if you don't mind my asking... what are you doing here? ( grunts) Hey! He's telling the truth. We came for a visit, that's all. We scanned your ship in orbit. You're very well armed for people who came for a visit. You... and the pinkskins have proven what we already knew. This is far more than a sanctuary. ( coughing) I'll enjoy having you as a prisoner. ( door closes) Now these guys are agitated. They're Andorians, Captain. They're known for their suspicious and volatile nature. Andorians? Yes, sir. Our two species are from neighboring systems. We've been in conflict for many years. They resent our superior reasoning... and our technology. They even believe that we intend to mount an invasion on their homeworld. In order to alleviate tensions, we negotiated a treaty, but some Andorian factions still believe we're bent on conquest. What do they want with a 3,000-year-old temple? They believe we are hiding a long-range sensor array. This is a place of introspection, Captain. There are no spies here and no technology. So what are you going to do, just sit here and let them ransack the place? Typically, they make a great display of their indignance. When they find nothing, they leave. The Andorians were here twice before and both times left within a day. Unfortunately, your arrival has amplified their suspicions. You've endangered us all. No good deed goes unpunished. The shuttle's sensors should've picked it up. They went to visit some monks. Why would they scan for alien ships? It should be standard procedure, that's why. In any event, there it is. There what is? A vessel, not Vulcan. And it's less than one kilometer from our shuttlepod. Not a lot of room on that landing platform. Maybe they're just some other visitors. Well, I for one would like to know who these visitors are. And why haven't we heard from the landing party? You can't expect them to check in every ten minutes. Maybe that should be standard procedure, as well. You sure you're not overreacting? They're probably just taking a tour, observing some kind of meditation ritual. ( Archer grunting in pain) Where's the sensor array? From what I'm told, there isn't one. Where is it?! I don't know... You humans obviously have emotions. I find it curious that you'd select a Vulcan as your Science Officer. Believe me, she wasn't my first choice. Why a Vulcan? Why a Vulcan?! She was assigned to us by the Vulcan High Command. You take orders from the High Command? No... For the last time, we just came to see the temple. ( communicator beeping) That's my ship. Enterprise. They're trying to contact... ( beeping continues) Enterprise. Yes, I'm looking for Captain Archer. He's a prisoner of the Andorian Imperial Guard. We know you're in collaboration with the Vulcans. Let me talk to the Captain. Your ship is under constant surveillance. Arm your weapons or make any attempt to approach the surface and I'll kill the hostages. Wait! I've lost the signal. Try T'Pol or Commander Tucker. ( beeping) No response. Have Launch Bay put Shuttlepod 2 on standby. You heard what he said. If we try to send more people... I don't take orders from a com voice, Ensign. Not unless that voice belongs to the Captain. Take a look at the Vulcan database. See if it has anything on these Andorians. Aye, sir. We've searched all the chambers in the eastern tower. Have you checked the living quarters? Not yet. Perhaps if we decapitate one or two of those monks, he'll start telling us the truth. Is that something... you could live with, Captain? I've already told you the truth. How long have you lived on the Earth ship? Nine weeks and four days. The smell must be intolerable. You get used to it. And I was given a nasal numbing agent. ( door unlocking and opening) Whose idea was it to visit this place? ( groaning in pain) These guys are serious. ( panting) They're going to start killing you people if they don't find what they're looking for. There is nothing to find. I don't think they're buying that. Not this time. Looks like there are four of them. I saw some kind of scanning console. They talk a lot about searching rooms. You'd think they could find whatever it is they're looking for with those antennas of theirs. They answered a hail from Enterprise. They threatened to kill us all if anyone attempts a rescue. Mr. Reed wouldn't be that reckless. I didn't recruit my Tactical Officer to sit on his butt when he's threatened. The Andorians smashed our communicators. The longer we're out of contact, the more likely Malcolm will put together a landing party, warning or no warning. Knowing him, a heavily armed landing party. It's just a matter of time. So if anyone has a suggestion, I'm all ears. No offense. There is an option. A transmitter, it's very old. You said you had no technology. It hasn't been used in many years. It may not even be working. I never met a busted radio I couldn't fix. Where is this... transmitter? In the catacombs. Catacombs? Please listen to me, Captain. There are hidden passages beneath us where we keep our most sacred relics... Our honored dead. If the Andorians discover them, they will damage our culture in ways you can't begin to understand. For people without emotion, you sure have a flair for the dramatic. ( gasping) Master Haadok, one of the founders of P'Jem. The transmitter's this way. Fellas. What's down there? The Reliquary. Our most sacred artifacts are kept there. This is the transmitter. Looks like a krellide power cell. There is one to spare. No, thanks. It'll just get in my way. It's only going to get colder. You take it. You need it more than I do. Do the Andorians have a transporter? No. That gives us the element of surprise. We could ing an assault team right into the Atrium... The sound of the transporter alone would alert the guards. They'd start firing before the team was fully resequenced. Well, what about this room? By the time the Andorians detected the transport, we'd be armed and ready. For what? A firefight in close quarters, with a dozen monks at risk? If you've got any better ideas... There's room in here. I'm fine. You're freezing. It's been 24 hours since I took my nasal numbing agent. The cold is preferable to the odor. Come on. An armed assault would put all of our lives at risk. Not to mention the destruction of the sanctuary itself. I'd say our lives are already at risk. Tensions between Andoria and Vulcan are high. Any casualties would only make matters worse. It seems like you're letting them walk all over you. They come in here, they smash your relics, they beat up your people. Then you just sit back and wait for them to walk away? We don't believe in responding to violence with violence. I admire your ethics, but right now, a little violence might help. You're beginning to sound like an Andorian. You know, I came here hoping to gain a little insight into the Vulcan mind. It looks like I'm getting it. You people think you're so damned enlightened... Problem? I'd like to find a peaceful solution, too, but I don't think that's going to happen. However we end up dealing with this, I need to know I can count on you. Are you questioning my loyalty? I just want to know where we stand. I have never disobeyed your orders. Sir, you're wearing a hole in the deck plating. ( muted beeping) What is it? Transmission from the surface. It's a modulated EM signal, very weak. Put it through. ( staticky): Enterprise, this is Commander Tucker. Enterprise, this is Commander Tucker. This is Enterprise. We can barely read you, Commander. What's your status? Guess you heard. We kind of walked into a hostage situation. The whole place has been taken over by Andorians. Andorians, yes. I've been reading about them in the Vulcan database. Militaristic, blue-skinned? That's them. Well, what do they want? They seem to think this place is some kind of a spy station. They're looking for a sensor array. The Captain says to sit tight. He doesn't want to provoke them any more than we already have. He also said to tell you we're working on a way out of here. Are you certain we can't negotiate? The Captain came back from his last negotiation with a face full of uises. We'll be in touch. Understood. Do any of these tunnels lead to the outside? No. What about this Reliquary? No one's entered it in years. To do so would be blasphemy. I saw an old stairwell down there. Maybe a meter wide. It was... right about here. That would almost be directly beneath the Atrium. There were three dim lights coming from the top. It looked something like this. How many times do we have to search the same rooms? Are you losing faith in our mission? We've looked everywhere. We've run a thousand scans! The Vulcans... are very deceptive. It's here. I'm sure of it. If we back down now, everything we've fought for is meaningless! If nothing else, remember that, Keval. ARCHER ( faintly): Hey! Can you hear me? Hello. Anybody out there? ( latch opening) I need to speak with you alone. I have some information for you. What is it? Well, for one thing, I needed some fresh air. You ever been stuck in a room full of Vulcans for 12 hours? The information. I'll bet their robes haven't been washed since the Time of Surak. Have you heard of him? Vulcan philosopher. He's the one who got everybody to start purging their emotions. I don't know about you, but I have learned really a lot since I got here. ( groans) What did you come to tell us? Well, that depends. What do you want to know? Oh! All right. Information. Did you know that over 70 percent of the organisms on my homeworld are bacteria? What? Here's something I think you'll find interesting. There was a man in Canton, Ohio, who once rolled a ball of string over six meters in diameter. ( groaning) He's wasting our time. Take him back! There was a famous astronomer on Earth... Tycho Brahe. He lost his nose in a duel. ( laughing) Over a math equation! ( groaning) You must enjoy pain. Please. Please, I can't stand another minute with the Vulcans! Please! ( groaning softly) A light at the end of the tunnel. You know what to do, Commander. Yes, sir. VULCAN I don't have to tell you, Captain. We don't condone these actions you are about to take. No, you don't have to tell me. Just try and stay out of the way and everything will work out fine. Phase-pistols on stun. Stun, sir? The Captain's instructions were quite explicit. It's a console, Ensign. It won't bite. No, it'll just scramble your molecules. Crewman? We've, uh... heard stories, sir. It might not be safe. I've heard the same stories. Now get up here. Coordinates set? Aye, sir. Then energize... before we change our minds. ( alarm beeping) What is it? Some kind of energy fluctuation. We detected an energy surge. It came from this chamber. Perhaps you have faulty equipment. Or perhaps you have equipment we don't know about. Watch them. This is it. Most Vulcans smell of dust... but you're different. Something sure smells. Did you say something, pinkskin?! This can't be right. I'm detecting three new bio-signs... all human. Where are they? They're within 20 meters. Where?! I can't pinpoint the signal. Try boosting the proximity sensors. I've heard about your mating rituals. That Vulcan women force their men to fight each other to the death. Would you like me to kill someone for you? Leave her alone. ( whispering): Would you like me to kill him? Find them! They're very close. ( console beeping alarm) ( grunting) Will you be all right? Go ahead, I'll cover here. Keval! This way. (both grunting) Two of them got away. They went down into the catacombs. I hope you're pleased, Captain. You've turned a place of solitude into a war zone. Where are the phase-pistols? Here, sir. If he wakes up, stun him again. Let's go. I'm going with you. Violence is no longer our way. We must protect what is ours. They're down this passage... 30 meters. It leads to the Reliquary... Only members of the High Order are allowed to go inside. We'll do our best not to look at anything... I can't permit it, Captain. What would you suggest we do? I'll disarm them myself. You ever use one of those? I didn't think so. The Andorians have seen your sacred relics. A couple humans won't make much of a difference. Captain. Hold your fire! You might want to take a look at this! I don't believe this. Does that thing have imaging sensors? Yes. Take all the pictures you can. Place your weapons on the ground. I... will kill him if necessary. Give that to me. Violence in a sanctuary, Captain? Very disrespectful, but, boy, did it feel good. All this time they've been calling these monks liars and all this time they've been right. They've got enough equipment down there to see what any Andorian is having for eakfast. I've completed my scans. Give it to him. Sir? Give it to him. You got what you came for. Now get out of here. How do we know you won't attack our vessel? The Vulcans violated your treaty. Your people ought to know about it. You have a problem with that? Your communicator. T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. The Andorian ship will be leaving the surface momentarily. They're free to go. Acknowledged. We're in your debt. Thanks for the tour.
Looks like we're going about warp 4.5. Human children have such fertile imaginations. Subcommander. These were sent by my nephew's fourth grade class. I thought the crew might like to see how excited folks back home are about our mission. I'm going to put this one up in Sick Bay. Would you like one for your quarters? This rendering is crude, yet surprisingly accurate. Huh... some of these kids are pretty talented. Which one do you want? This one's nice... or... maybe you want First Contact? Or... how about this one? We're dropping out of warp. For those of you who aren't near a window, you might want to find one. There's something pretty amazing off starboard. Senior staff, please report to the Bridge. I've checked the Vulcan database, sir. No previous sightings. That means we discovered it. Archer's Comet. Take us closer, Ensign. Aye, sir. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Ever seen anything like that in your astronomy books? Wow! That's one big snowball. The diameter is 82.6 kilometers. I always wanted to chase a comet. Maybe we should spend a few days following this one. T' Vulcan and human scientists have researched hundreds of comets. They've proven to be little more than rock and ice. Except this one's bigger than any comet humans have ever seen. Now, that's got to be worth a look. Stay with it, Travis. Aye, sir. Mmm! Milk. Cold. Catching up on your reading? I came for tea. Well, stay away from the Zariphean blend, unless you want to stay up for the next three days. Caffeine has little effect on Vulcan physiology. Green tea. Hot. You want to join me? I could use the company. I'm very tired. Tell me about it. Put out about a hundred fires in Engineering this afternoon and missed dinner. Then somebody told me Chef made a pecan pie and suddenly, my life ightened. It's been my favorite since I was a kid. Care for a bite? No, thank you. It's delicious. It's mostly sugar. Well, Vulcans don't have a sweet tooth? May not be good for the body, but it sure is good for the soul. Mmm! I feel better already. Must be a real page-turner. You all right? I'm fine, Commander. Good night. Sweet dreams. Eisilium? It's an extremely rare mineral. This comet appears to contain large quantities of it. I've never heard of eisilium. Vulcan chemists have only obtained small amounts. They've never been able to study it in detail. This could be your chance. Can we collect a sample with the transporter? Most of the eisilium deposits are at least 20 meters beneath the crust. That's too deep to get a lock. We've got the portable drilling rig, sir. The comet's certainly big enough to land on. We could take a shuttlepod. I'd advise setting down near one of the two poles. If you're out of direct sunlight, the surface ice will be more stable. How long would you need? Shouldn't take more than three or four hours. You up for a little comet walk? By all means. Get started. Captain. I'm detecting a vessel closing on our position. It's Vulcan. The Starship Ti'Mur. Hail them. This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. I'm Captain Vanik. Pleased to meet you. You're a long way from Earth, Captain. Are you lost? Not at all. Just taking a look at this comet. Our sensors detected it two days ago. We also decided to investigate. Really? My Science Officer tells me that Vulcans aren't very interested in comets. Actually, it's your interest in the comet we're investigating. We plan to send a drilling team to the surface to collect core samples. You're welcome to participate. If you have no objection, we'd like to remain here and observe. Stay as long as you want. T'Pol. I'd love to know what they're really doing here. You don't find anything strange about them suddenly showing up? Perhaps they're simply curious. Curious? That doesn't sound very Vulcan to me. This isn't the first time we've caught them lurking around. Remember three weeks ago? The planetary nebula? That was nothing more than a survey ship. So why didn't they respond to our hails? Why'd they go to warp when we headed toward them. I'm starting to get the feeling they're looking over our shoulder a little too often. That seems unlikely. We'll see. Fine. If Vanik is the kind of guy who likes to watch... let him. I've never stood on a comet before. Has anyone? Good question. I've only seen snow twice in my life. Well, then it's only fitting that we commemorate the occasion. You mean plant a flag? Ah, too predictable. Snowball fight. EV suits would take all the fun out of that. We'll just have to see how the spirit moves us when we get there. Commander, you wanted to see me? Take a look at something, will you? I've been running diagnostics and I found some kind of power surge in the transceiver array. Looks like an encrypted transmission. It came from the Vulcan ship. Who was it sent to? You're sure this was sent to her quarters? I wish I wasn't. Did she say anything to you about it? Not a word. We had an agreement. She promised not to speak to the Vulcans without telling me. Looks like she's having some trouble keeping her promises. Should I have Hoshi decrypt it? Tell her it's top priority. Whenever you're ready, Captain. You sure you want me here for this? I've got a lot of work to do. Stay put, Commander. This is important. Start the recording. To the students of Ms. Malvin's fourth grade class at the Worley Elementary School in Kenmare, County Kerry, Ireland. This is Captain Archer aboard the Starship Enterprise. On behalf of the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for your transmission. We all got a real kick out of your drawings and letters. You asked a lot of interesting questions. I wish we had time to answer all of them, but if we did that, we wouldn't get much exploring done. So, I've selected a few and hopefully our answers will give you a better idea of what life is like out here. Liam Brennan asks, What do you eat? For the most part, the same things you eat at home. Our chef can make anything from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to a... turkey with all the trimmings. We have a hydroponic greenhouse on board where we grow fruits and vegetables and we can also replicate certain foods with our protein resequencer. Here's one from Geoff Miles. Is dating allowed on Enterprise? Well, it's not discouraged, but there isn't a lot of privacy on a starship. Most of our crew share quarters with at least one other person, so, it wouldn't... exactly be practical. But if two crew members decided they really like each other, there are a lot of places they can go to look at the stars. Chloe O'Shannon wants to know, How do we talk to aliens? I think I'll give that one to my Communications Officer, Ensign Hoshi Sato. Well, Chloe, that's a very good question. We use a device called the Universal Translator. It's like an alien dictionary with hundreds of languages programmed into it and it can learn new languages very quickly... but it doesn't always work, and when that happens, it's up to me to try to translate. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, it can be really hard sometimes. One wrong word can mean the difference between saying Take my hand or Take my life. So far I've managed to do pretty well. Thanks, Hoshi. Here's one from Molly McCook. When you flush the toilet, where does it go? That sounds like an Engineering question so we'll ask Commander Charles Tucker, our Chief Engineer. Trip? Pause it, will you? A poop question, sir? Can't I talk about the warp reactor or the transporter? It's a perfectly valid question. First thing you've got to understand is we recycle pretty much everything on a starship. That includes... waste. The first thing that happens to the waste is it gets processed through a machine called a bio-matter resequencer. Then it gets oken down into... hold on. They're going to think I'm the sanitation engineer. You're doing fine. So, the waste is oken down into little molecules, and then they get transformed into any number of things we can use on the ship... Cargo containers, insulation... boots. You name it. Very enlightening, Commander. Ga ielle Witty wants to know if germs can live in space. Ah... I believe I can answer that, Captain. Hello, children. I'm Dr. Phlox, the Ship's Physician. I'm from a system called Denobula Triaxa and I feel very honored to be part of this important mission. Germs... Mm-hmm... they may be tiny, but they are among the most resilient organisms known to medical science. They can survive almost anywhere... On your kitchen counter, under your fingernail. In the vacuum of space, over 200 million space-dwelling microbes have been cataloged. One of the most virulent species lives inside grains of interstellar dust. Polycocyx astris. They can drift in a dormant state for millions of years and still cause a nasty cold. ( chuckles) I once discovered a peculiar colony of spores on a hull... Thank you, Doctor. Fascinating. I think we've taken up enough of Ms. Malvin's classroom time. By the way, we've included some pictures of a comet we're studying. We think it might be the biggest one ever discovered by humans or Vulcans. That's what's so exciting about being on Enterprise. You never know what you're going to find next. We miss Earth, but hearing from you makes us all feel a little closer to home. Captain Archer out. ( sighs) How'd it go? The beauty of ice is that it records everything like a blank page. The farther down you drill, the farther back in time you go. Lieutenant? Yes? What do you think? ( chuckles) Hand me the plasma torch. ( laughing) Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead, sir. How are you doing, Malcolm? We're just about to set the charges. I'm sure I don't need to remind you we're being observed. No, sir. We want this to go as smoothly as possible. Make a good impression. Right. So, tell me, who's the sculptor? It won't be there for long, sir. Archer out. Any luck? Sorry it took so long. The code was pretty complex. What's it say? It's in Vulcan. You'll have to run it through the translation matrix. You didn't read it? I didn't feel it would be right. Thanks. ( door chimes) Come in. Well, we decrypted the message. And? It's not exactly what we expected. It's a letter. What did it say? It's personal. What do you mean? Very personal. Oh... You could order me to tell you, sir, but you wouldn't be happy if I did. Why the hell was it encrypted? That's what I want to know. Maybe Vulcans encrypt all their personal letters. All they had to do was send it through regular channels, mark it personal and we'd have left it alone, but, no, they had to encrypt it, force me to start snooping. I feel like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Let it go, Trip. I mean, come on, it was an honest mistake. Oh, I can't let it go. I got to tell her. How's that going to help? It's the right thing to do. At least I'll be able to look her in the eye without feeling guilty. ( sighs) You're a good man. You might want to take a phase-pistol with you. I might need one. Got a minute? In private. Excuse us, Crewman. Did you ever... Did you ever do anything totally by mistake that... you weren't very proud of? No. Did you ever... come across something that-that you thought was one thing, so you reacted in a certain way, but then it turned out to be something completely different? Your point, Commander? I found out about your message from the Vulcan ship. It was a personal matter. Why wasn't it sent through normal Starfleet channels? That takes time. The letter was important. So they sent it in code? Do you have any idea how suspicious that looked? You read my letter? Believe me, I don't feel very good about it. I have more letters in my quarters. Would you like to read those as well? ( sighs) I'm trying to apologize here. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain. Please report to my Ready Room. Has anyone else read the letter? No. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention it. I won't. I promise. I thought I'd invite Captain Vanik for a visit. If he's so interested in how we do things, he might as well come see for himself. Once he realizes we're not going to blow up the galaxy, maybe he'll leave us alone. I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture. Dinner's a good way to eak the ice. I was hoping you might give Chef some menu suggestions. Certainly. A little food, a little wine... Vulcans don't drink wine. You know what I mean. Just help me make him go away. When did these symptoms begin? Two days ago. Hmm. Perhaps you slept in an awkward position. I haven't slept. For two days? Something on your mind? It appears to be a tension headache. You know anything said between us is strictly confidential. Would you like to talk about what's troubling you? No. I don't know if there's anyone on this ship you would feel comfortable talking with, but, uh, if there is, it might feel good to get whatever's bothering you out in the open. This is a simple analgesic. I can give you something later to help you sleep this evening if you'd like. Thank you, Doctor. ( device beeping softly) The ears are a nice touch. I thought so. We should get out more often. Don't get too comfortable. This landscape is about to change. Reed to Enterprise. Go ahead. Charges are set. Stand by. Inform the Vulcans we're about to make a very loud noise. Aye, sir. Archer to Reed. Yes, Captain? Blast away. Understood. Impressive. I was hoping for a little more symmetry. I'll get the drill. If I'm not mistaken, you're flying a Surok-class ship. You are not mistaken. You can get her up to what... 6, 6.5? 6.5. I'd love to get a look inside those nacelles. Our warp systems are classified. A few years back, I was a guest aboard a Maymora-class ship. The Yarahla. Captain Tok. Do you know him? Not personally. We made a run to a dark-matter nebula. I helped set up the graviton telescope. Most fun I've ever had on a spacewalk. Those Vulcan EV suits are something else... like you're flying around inside your own little starship. You're easily impressed. Something wrong with your Pok Tar? No. If it's not to your liking, I'm sure our chef can prepare you something else. I've already eaten. Hope you saved room for dessert. After dinner... I thought you might like to take a look around. Enterprise may not be Surok-class, but she's quite a ship. Perhaps another time. Tea? I only drink water. Ah. You know, for people who claim to not be explorers, you sure do get around. I hope our presence here is not proving inconvenient. On the contrary, it's nice to know no matter how big the universe is, there's always a Vulcan ship nearby. So, Captain... tell us about yourself. Excuse me? On Earth, it's customary to exchange personal information with someone you've just met. We have this peculiar habit of actually talking during meals. I've noticed. What would you like to know? I don't know. Where were you born? How long have you been Captain? Any... hobbies? I've served in the Vulcan Space Program for 76 years, 15 of those commanding the Ti'Mur. I believe this is Captain Vanik's first visit aboard an Earth vessel. We'd be happy to answer any questions you might have. I have none. Humans have never held much interest for me. Well, where did the time go? Seems like you just got here. I'm sure you're eager to get back to your ship, so I'll trouble you with just one last question. How long do you plan on spying on us? If we were spying, Captain, you would've never detected our presence. Your inexperience and your arrogance are your enemies, not us. Please show Captain Vanik to the Launch Bay. Shanshot tulara komosh. What'd he say? Hmm. Captain, you should take a look at this. Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead, sir. How's it going? We hit a layer of magnesite and we've cracked a drill bit, but we've replaced it. You may want to pick up the pace a little. Sir? The comet's rotational axis shifted when you set off those charges. In about two hours, the shuttlepod will be facing the star. The temperature's going to shoot up by a couple hundred degrees. I want you out of there before then. We'll be done with time to spare, sir. Be sure you are. Archer out. ( door chimes) Come in. Decide to tell me what Vanik said? Please, sit down. I've never seen your quarters before. Cozy. You know you're not supposed to have an open flame on the ship. I was given permission from the Captain. They're for meditation. So... what can I do for you? Dr. Phlox believes that it might help if I was to discuss my problem with someone I felt comfortable confiding in. You... want to talk to me? Well, I, um... I'm not sure I'm going to be much help. I mean, I've only been in three relationships and they all went bust. Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk to Hoshi or Ensign Kimball? She's married. You were far from my first choice, but speaking with someone else would mean more people knowing about my situation. I'll do anything I can. What's your problem? You read the letter. Yes. Then you know that unless I leave Enterprise immediately, my wedding plans will be canceled. Have you talked to... Koss. Have you talked to Koss about all this? We haven't spoken in many years. Marriages on Vulcan are arranged during childhood. I've only met Koss four times. How can you be in love with a guy you've only met four times? It's assumed that we'd eventually develop an affection for one another. So his parents send you an ultimatum? He doesn't have a say? His parents planned the union. It's their decision. Boy... where I come from, arranged marriages went out with slavery. Are you going to give me advice or criticize my people's tradition? I'm still a little fuzzy on why they threatened to call it off in the first place. The ceremony was supposed to take place next week. When I decided to remain on Enterprise, I requested a postponement. Koss' parents were insulted that I would put off our plans to serve on a human vessel. Well, Vanik can take you home. Why don't you go marry Koss, then come back? It's customary for a husband and wife to reside together for at least one Vulcan year. Maybe he can come to Enterprise. He's an architect. It would be illogical for him to live aboard a starship. This whole thing sounds illogical. Your advice, Commander. What do you want to do? That is irrelevant. No, it's not. It's very relevant. Do you want to go back and marry this guy, spend a year with him, ten years, a hundred years, or do you want to stay on Enterprise? I have an obligation. You've got an obligation to yourself. You've spent the last year around humans. If there's one thing you should've learned, it's that we're free to make our own decisions. There's a lot to be said for personal choice. If you'd spent the last year on Vulcan, you would've learned that our commitment to tradition outweighs personal choice. I respect your customs, but this marriage was arranged when you were a kid. A lot's happened since then; people change. Vulcans don't. Really? My obligation is to my culture, my heritage. It has to take precedence. ( sighs) Sounds to me like you already made up your mind. Why the hell did you ask me here? It was a mistake. I apologize. Did it ever occur to you that you might've postponed the wedding because subconsciously you wanted to get out of it? That would imply that my subconscious mind controls my decisions. It doesn't. ( sighs) Well, it happens to humans all the time. Maybe you're picking up some of our bad habits. ( yells) Travis! ( moaning) I'm okay. Oh! What? My knee. You rest here. I'm all right. Okay. Well, let's get you to the pod. I'll come back for the gear if there's time. At least take the core sample. We shouldn't go back to the ship empty-handed. ( groans) Almost there. It might be faster without the suits. Yes, and a lot colder. ( rumbling groan) What's that? ( Mayweather grunting) ( ice fissures thundering and popping) ( groaning) ( ice fissures popping) ( ice fissures groaning) I hope I never see snow again. ( grunting) ( ice fissures cracking) ( moans and groans) ( engine roars) ( ice cracking) ( alarm beeping) ( both yelling) You all right? We should have never ignited the thrusters. Well, it's not like we had a choice. ( com beeping) Reed here. You two okay? More or less. How far did we drop? About 18 meters. We'll get you out of there. Just give us a few minutes. We're not going anywhere. Bring the grappler on line. The mouth of that chasm's a little narrow. I'll get you in close enough. Do you see them? Bring us in another 50 meters. Two meters starboard. A little more. ( communications beep) The Vulcan ship is hailing us. Take a message; I'm busy. Captain Vanik wants to know if we require assistance. Tell him we've got everything under control. There. Right there. Synchronize to the rotation. Almost got it. ( metallic clang) One hit, one miss. One'll be fine. Reel them in. ( rumbling) ( metallic scraping) The pod's hit an outcropping. It's wedged in. Take us a few meters to port. We might be able to pull them around it. Those eisilium deposits are disrupting the maglock. I'm losing them. Ease them back down. ( yelling) ( alarm beeping) They've fallen another nine meters. Let's try it again. Captain, they're moving out of the sunlight. The surface ice is re-crystallizing. In less than an hour, that chasm'll be sealed up again. Then we'd better hurry. There is another option. Captain Vanik. I'd rather leave him out of this. His ship has a tractor beam. It won't be affected by the eisilium. Reset the grappler. Vanik offered to assist us. There's no shame in accepting. We can do this on our own. I don't like him any more than you do, Captain, but a tractor beam sounds like a pretty good idea right now. Vanik expects you to refuse his offer. He sees humans as arrogant, prideful. Why not prove him wrong? You can save them, or you can let your pride stand in the way. You're human. You're free to choose. They've got us. ( com beeping) Go ahead, Enterprise. This is Captain Vanik of the Vulcan ship Ti'Mur. Stand by to ignite your engines and return to your ship. I thought you might want to take a look at the data we collected. You helped us ing it back. It's the least we can do. As your Science Officer told you, we have little interest in comets. That tractor beam of yours is quite something. Any chance we could take a look at the specifications? That information is classified. I thought it might be. We'll be leaving within the hour. Is there anything else we can help you with? You've done more than enough. See you around. You don't have much time. I assume you're all packed. Captain? With your permission, I'd like to transmit a message to the Ti'Mur, to send to Vulcan. Go right ahead. Thank you. What was that all about? It's personal.
Morning, everyone. Morning, sir. Morning, sir. What have we got today? We've detected several phenomenon. A J'ral-class supernova remnant approximately three light-years off our course. That's interesting. What else? A cluster of three neutron stars... very unusual. How about that? Three stone-cold stars. Pretty exciting, huh? Anything else? There is... one other thing might be worth swinging by to take a look. A Minshara-Class planet... about four and a half light-years away. Any life signs? Only about 500 million. ( chuckling) If our scans are right, it looks like there's a whole civilization down there. ( all chuckling) You might have put that on the top of the list. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Put us into orbit at 500 kilometers. I'm not picking up any other ships or satellites. Should we hail them? Who? I'm picking up dozens of cities on each continent. Let's hold off a second. We don't know whether they're using high-band frequencies or smoke signals. The latter's more likely. I'm not detecting any EM transmissions. Preindustrial? Let's take a closer look. Do you see that? Just off the coast. I've got it. Looks like an old clipper ship. Yeah, it's almost like traveling back in time. I cannot wait to get down there. I'd advise against that. It's standard protocol to wait until a society develops warp drive before initiating first contact. Those are Vulcan protocols, not human. Starfleet would be wise to adopt them. There's no way to know how our arrival would affect the evolution of their society. So, what are you suggesting we do? Our sensors can gather a great deal of data from orbit. Give me a tighter view of the city, Hoshi. Can you get tight enough to see their faces? Freeze that. They don't look so different. What do you think, Trip? I think you're right, Captain. You'd be recognized immediately as outsiders. Not if we look like them. Starfleet could have sent a probe out here to make maps and take pictures, but they didn't. They sent us... so that we could explore... with our own senses. ( chuckling) You okay? The acoustic relay is picking up dozens of languages. I could spend the next 10 years studying this place. Well, let's hear some of it. ( alien conversations) It'll take a while to work out a translation matrix for all of them. We'll be able to narrow it down for you once we pick a landing site. I did find one word you might want to remember... Akaali. It's the name of their species. A farm? It's remote and sparsely populated. If you're exposed, there's a reduced risk of cultural contamination. This must be why aliens are always landing in cornfields. So... who do we send first? It should stand up to scrutiny. As long as you don't, uh, look too close, hmm? Here. See for yourself. It itches. Uh-uh-uh! You mustn't touch it, Ensign. The irritation will subside. Are you sure I'm the right person for this? If the translator goes down, you'll be able to handle yourself better than any of us. The anterior crests aren't quite symmetrical. I'll just add a little more definition to the right side... We don't need it to be too perfect. Of course, Captain. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Please report to the Bridge. Is there a problem? I'm detecting neutrino emissions from a city on the eastern continent. What's causing it? Possibly an antimatter reactor. These people don't even have indoor plumbing. Maybe some of them are more advanced than others. Or maybe we're not the first visitors. What about nonindigenous bio-signs? I'm not reading any, but at this range it's hard to be certain. ( sighs) Trip, T'Pol, let's head down to Sick Bay. Let the Quartermaster know we'll need three more sets of clothing. My feet would be a lot happier in my own boots. ( laughs) What's this? Identification papers. Everyone in the city has to carry them. T'Pol... ( buzz of conversation) T'Pol. ( instrument beeping softly) Over here. I've got it, too. The reactor's about eight meters under this building. Looks like some kind of curio shop. I guess we'll have to wait till morning. There could be a lot more people around then. Might be easier to get a look at this thing tonight. Except we're on the wrong side of this door. Not for long. 78 light-years to get here... and our first act is eaking and entering. Maybe you don't have to mention this part in your log. ( quietly): Trip. Going as fast as I can. ( footsteps passing) Archer to T'Pol. Go ahead, Captain. I think we've found what we're looking for. Acknowledged. We'll meet you at your coordinates. Back here. ( latch opens) ( creaking) The neutrino emissions are off the meter. It's got to be through here. It's some kind of magnetic barrier. Can you disable it? I'll try. Who are you? What did you do to that door? Nothing. Honest. I want to know what you're doing here. You don't need to point that weapon at us. We're... collectors. We're picking up an antique. A real collector would have waited until the shop was open. You're not here to pick up any antiques. I've been watching this shop for weeks. I know all about your evening deliveries. Deliveries? People are getting sick. Some are even dying because of what's going on in here. Did you know that? Move away from the door. Was that necessary? She was armed. Let's try not to shoot anyone else while we're here, okay? I'll try. The reactor signature's coming from the other side of that door, but it's protected by some kind of energy field. We should go. It'll be dawn soon. What about her? We can't just leave her here. Hoshi. Her name's Riaan. She's an apothecary. I'll meet you back at the shuttle. What did you do to me? Nothing. You... just collapsed. That's the second lie you've told me. You're not very good at it. Why did you ing me back here? Did Garos tell you to? Are you working for him? Garos? You don't know who I'm talking about? He owns the shop you oke into. I'm not working for anyone. I just wanted to make sure you got home all right. Wait. If you don't work for him, what were you doing in there? There's something strange going on in that shop. I don't know what exactly, but I'm trying to figure it out. I'm an investigator... from another city. Which city? Who sent you? I can't tell you any more than that. Not right now. I suppose telling me nothing is better than another lie. My colleague's waiting for me. I've got to go. You said something about a sickness. I wanted to come back tomorrow and talk to you about it. Will you be here? You didn't tell me your name. Jon. Jon. How far away is this city? Even if we flatten the building with a torpedo barrage, it probably wouldn't make a dent in that energy field. What about the shop itself? Can you scan underneath it? That's strange. Sensors aren't picking up anything under the shop... no basement, no bedrock. It's like the building's sitting on nothing at all. There must be some kind of dampening field in place. Keep your sensors locked on that shop. If you notice anything else out of the ordinary, let me know right away. Understood. That woman... Riaan... Said something about people getting sick. I think we may have seen some of them. Mottled skin, lesions on their faces. If we can get one of these people to the ship, Dr. Phlox might be able to tell us what's wrong with them. T' I'd advise against that. If I'm not mistaken, the fear of alien abduction caused a great deal of apprehension on your planet for centuries. Perhaps we should talk to the shopkeeper first. Welcome, gentlemen. If I don't have what you're looking for, I'm certain I can find someone who does. Can I help you? We noticed the antiques in the window. My friend here is an amateur collector. Were you looking for something in particular? Um... These are interesting. You won't find a more varied collection in the entire city. This is the pride of my entire collection. Who's it supposed to be? Draylan, the mythical ruler of the afterworld. Oh... You're not from this province, are you? No. And neither are you. Your DNA doesn't match any other life-form on this planet. Nor does yours. I see why you have a fondness for masks. Who are you? I'm Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We're explorers from the planet Earth. Earth? I've never heard of it. How did you know I was here? We picked up the signature from your reactor. Now that you know who we are, maybe you could tell us what you're doing here. I'm an explorer as well. At least, I used to be. I'm from the Malurian System. Two years ago, I led a survey mission to study the Akaali. We had no plans to remain here, but, after a few months, I found myself quite taken with these people. So, I decided to stay. If you enjoy the simple life so much, why do you have an antimatter reactor in your basement? There's nothing nefarious about it, I assure you. The reactor powers a fa ication device. It allows me to make food and clothing. I don't know if you've heard, but there's an illness spreading through this area. Some people seem to think you're the cause of it. I see you've met our apothecary. You know her? She's been making baseless accusations against me for months. There's a lethal virus spreading among the Akaali, but it's indigenous. I certainly didn't ing it here. Unfortunately, these people don't have the medical technology to cure it. So this woman blames the newcomer, me. If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to take a look at this reactor of yours. ( door opening) Perhaps some other time, Captain. Excuse me. Welcome. If I don't have what you're looking for, I'm certain I can find someone who does. Gentlemen. His reactor's got an awful lot of power for a fa ication device. He could probably feed and clothe half the continent with it. Archer to T'Pol. T' Go ahead. How soon can you meet us? ( knock at door) Yes? Hello again. Hello. Who's your friend? Her name's T'Pol. She's helping me investigate Garos' shop. You two have something in common. T'Pol is a scientist, as well. Your facility is impressive. Would you mind? If you're careful not to touch anything. You two are from the same province? Not exactly. Must be difficult to make friends when you keep so much to yourself. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be evasive. Yes, you do. Turn down that flame, please. I was hoping you could tell us a little bit more about this illness. Why don't you tell me why you were in Garos' shop? We were trying to get into the basement. We think... there's some kind of machine there, something he's not supposed to have. What kind of machine? We're not sure, but it may be indirectly connected to this epidemic. If you tell us what you know, we might be able to help. I can't tell you much. People are dying, and I can't determine why. Drop this in the water, carefully. I learned of the epidemic about 18 months ago. My other was one of the first victims. I'm sorry. At first, I thought it was some kind of airborne contagion. But it never spread beyond this part of the city. I've sampled the soil, the water. I can't find anything out of the ordinary. Why do you believe this Garos is involved? The first cases occurred here... a few hundred meters from his shop. That was just one month after he arrived. You said something about evening deliveries. Every few nights, someone carries crates from his shop to different places outside the city. When I've gone back in the morning, the crates are gone. Hand me that? That's why you were watching his shop? You thought we were there for the crates. What is that? Tea. Would you like some? Jon, may I speak with you? I'd love a cup. Did you get what you need? Mm-hmm. I should return to the ship and begin my analysis. All right, you and the others head back. What about you? I'll stay here, see if I can learn more about Garos and these shipments. The longer you remain, the more you risk cultural contamination. These people are suffering from something a lot worse than cultural contamination. We've got to find out what it is. Enjoy your tea. Quite impressive. Did you say this is a preindustrial society? Yes. Hmm. Her methods may be unrefined, but this woman is using forensic techniques far more sophisticated than I would have expected. Isn't it extraordinary? Thousands of sentient species in our little corner of the cosmos. Each one discovering science in their own unique way. ( chuckles) Had this woman been born on Vulcan or Earth, I'm sure she would have made a fine physician. Ah. Ah, here's our culprit. The water sample's contaminated with tetracyanate 6-2-2. I'm not familiar with it. Uh, it's a synthetic compound, primarily used as an industrial lu icant. Usually under the strictest safety protocols. It's quite toxic. Could this be responsible for the epidemic? If it's managed to seep into the groundwater, absolutely. I'll notify the Captain. ( muttering to self): samples from three new subjects indicate no... Did you say something? Sorry. I mutter what I'm writing sometimes. It's an old habit. I have a similar one. I talk to my dog. My mother bought me a tusorop ko once, but it tuproya plo dak. What was that? Deshi teeg ti'lat mokel. Proyal nil'shan teeg? Ti'lat. Proyal nil'shan teeg...? Tishik a'plal? Are you all right? All right? I'm all right. Someone was walking this way, but he turned and went around the corner. I thought if we pretended to be... I understand. ( door opening) Vikash nol meton. VOICE ( over com): Putav nol. I want you to head back. Not before I see what's in those crates. Help me open this. Move! Have you ever seen anything like that? Actually... I have. Stay here. Jon! ( gasps) ( grunts) ( groans) It's all right. He's not dead. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, Jon? If your ship can travel to so many stars, then why would you come here? To meet you. Me? Not you, personally, but your people. Why? We're so backward, compared to you. If you take away our technology, we're not that different. ( half whispers): Come on. ( machinery humming) ( equipment clanking) They're mining some kind of veridium isotope. Veridium is primarily used to manufacture explosives. I'm not surprised. Did you find any traces of tetracyanate? Their drill bits are saturated with it. We've got to shut this all down. The reactor seems to be powering the entire operation, but I can't use my phase pistol. I'd risk blowing up half the city. Captain, let me come down there and take a crack at it. I doubt that we have that much time. Our best shot is the transporter. I'll see what I can do about disengaging that dampening field. Give me a few minutes. T' Understood. I don't suppose you read Malurian. Can't you use your device? It wasn't designed for that. What are we looking for? There's an energy field surrounding the shop. It's keeping my ship from seeing what's in here. One of these controls should turn it off. Here. What? This is Tengala Street. Here's the shop. This outline could have something to do with the energy field. Wait! What are you doing? If the blue line represents the dampening field, this blue button should control it. What about the yellow dots? What about them? How do we know they don't represent the field? Maybe it's the yellow button. The blue one's lit. That's what worries me. We could debate this all day. Blue or yellow? Blue. ( alarm wails) ( console beeping) There's a ship approaching. From where? It must have been in a geosynchronous orbit on the other side of the planet. I'm picking up multiple weapon platforms. They're armed to the teeth. We're being hailed from the surface. The Captain? I don't think so. On screen. I suggest you leave this system at once or my ship will open fire. I want to speak with Captain Archer. That won't be possible. He's dead. The ship's firing! My vessel is capable of firing ten of those charges simultaneously. Again, I suggest you eak orbit. ( alarm blaring) How did you learn about this facility, Captain? Was it from a somewhat ugly Tellarite merchant perhaps? I told you... we detected your reactor from orbit. I forgot... you're explorers. We're trying to help these people. What you're doing here is contaminating their water supply. There are 500 million Akaali on this planet. A few thousand won't be missed. I'm willing to let you go, provided you promise not to return. We've instructed your ship to send down a launch vehicle to take you and the woman. She belongs here. Believe me, she'll be better off on your ship. Now, step away from the control panel, Captain. If anyone walks through either of these doors, aim this, and pull the trigger. They're recharging weapons. Prepare to leave orbit on my order. Belay that. Keep this ship right where it is. I don't have to reiterate that I outrank you, Mr. Tucker. Ensign. Engineering. Billy, stand by to vent the nacelles on my order. Yes, sir. We're not going anywhere. I didn't say leave orbit. I said prepare to leave orbit. I have no intention of abandoning the Captain, dead or alive. The dampening field's down. Anything? I've got a fix on it. Transfer the coordinates. The forward hull plating's depolarizing. Evasive maneuvers. Keep us within transporter range. I'll try. Return fire. They've got some kind of energy shielding. Our weapons are ineffective. ( console beeps) It's the Captain. Put him through. How's it going up there? A Malurian vessel's opened fire. We're taking damage. And the reactor? We're trying to get a lock on it now. Are you all right? He said you'd been killed. Don't worry about me. Just get the reactor. Jon... We've lost lateral thrusters. Commander Tucker, status? This would be a lot easier if you'd stop rocking the boat. How long? I've almost got a lock. I can't shake them. Even if we get the reactor, how are we going to keep them from taking it back? If they want it so badly, perhaps we should give it to them. ( crowd exclaiming) I've got a lock. Starboard tube's loaded. Stand by to go to full impulse. Now, Commander. Fire. Their shielding is down. Come about, Ensign. Target their weapons array. The oil lamp. What about it? There should be at least a liter of residic oil in the container below it. Residic oil ignites at 398 degrees. You wouldn't happen to have anything that gets that hot? ( communications beep) Archer. T' The reactor's been destroyed, Captain, and we've disarmed the Malurian ship. Should we disable their engines? No. They're about to leave. But first, they need to pick up three passengers. Archer out. I don't think you're going to have time to pack up your shop. Captain's Starlog, July 31, 2151. We've removed the mining equipment from under the shop. As far as we can tell, none of the Akaali knows what really happened... with one exception. Tell them to take the entire dose. Just one? That's all they'll need. What if Garos comes back? I've notified T'Pol's people. They're going to look in on you from time to time. They could stop by for tea. You bet. It's probably best if you... keep all this to yourself. Who'd believe me anyway? Where is your starship headed now? There are lots of inhabited planets to see. But I doubt many will be this memorable. Is your translator oken again? I'm sorry? I don't understand a word you're saying.
Hauled down in the corner of the end zone... touchdown! ( laughing) I'd like to see you make that catch with the gravity plating at Earth sea level. I doubt you could throw the ball ten meters on Earth. One more reason not to go. Did you find out what was causing that vi ation in Module Two? The cargo handlers at Jupiter Station... They didn't balance the load. Shaw and I, we, uh... we trimmed it out. Keep an eye on it. ( rumbling) Bridge to Captain Keene. We're under attack, sir. It's the Nausicaans. Drop out of warp, charge the plasma cannon... ( rumbling) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( communications beep) ( beeping) Archer. Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I have an incoming transmission from Starfleet Command. It's Admiral Forrest. Put him through. Yes, sir. Admiral... good to see you. You, too, Jon... what I can make out. We're getting ready to deploy the first subspace amplifier. Should clear up reception a bit. Whatever you have to do to keep those reports coming. The scans of that comet were incredible. Something tells me you didn't call at 4:00 in the morning to talk about comets. I hate to do this to you, Jon, but we're turning you around. Sir? We picked up an automated distress signal from a cargo freighter... The ECS Fortunate. The nearest Starfleet vessel is three weeks away at its maximum warp, but you could be there in a day and a half. What's the problem? We're not sure. They're not responding to hails. I'd like you to check this out give them any assistance they need. We're on our way. Forrest out. I think our day's going to start a little early. The Earth Cargo Ship Fortunate. Y-class freighter, maximum speed: warp 1.8, crew complement: 23. Not counting newborn babies. Ensign? I grew up on a J-class. A little smaller, but the same basic design. And one thing I can tell you is that at warp 1.8, you've got a lot of time on your hands between ports. That's how my parents wound up with me. Do you have any helpful information on this vessel beyond its... recreational activities? For example, what kind of weapons they carry. Well, typically nothing more than a low-yield plasma cannon. But most freight-haulers would've upgraded the first chance they got. Why's that? Think about it. You're a dozen light-years from home with 20 kilotons of dilithium ore in your hold, armed with nothing but a popgun for shooting oncoming meteors. What would you do? I'm reading hull damage. Their warp reactor's off-line and most of their primary systems are down. Any other ships in the region? None, Captain. Open a channel. Fortunate, this is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. Fortunate, please respond. Their com systems may be down. I'm reading 24 bio-signs. Have Dr. Phlox meet us in the Launch Bay. Easy does it. There's a lot of de is out here. Aye, sir. Some of it doesn't appear to be from the Fortunate. On the ight side, I'm only picking up inorganic material... no bodies. Main hatch is damaged. No chance we'll get a positive seal. There should be an auxiliary hatch on the port side. Permission to come aboard. Granted. I'm Matthew Ryan, First Officer. Jonathan Archer, Captain of the Enterprise. Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. What happened here? Nausicaans. They tried to board us. We managed to fight them off, but not before we took a few uises. Nausicaans? Pirates, sir. They've been attacking freighters in this sector for years. My parents had a run-in with them once. They were lucky to come out of it alive. Your parents ran freight? Still do. An old J-class... The Horizon. I've got repair teams standing by. What can we do? Oh, we can handle this ourselves, Captain, but thank you. If you didn't need our help, why did you send out a distress call? One of our younger crew members panicked, hit the emergency beacon. With our com down, we had no way to tell Starfleet to ignore it. Where's your Captain? He was wounded in the attack. I'm in command until he's back on his feet. I'm sorry we took valuable time away from your mission. Mr. Ryan, I'm a physician. If your Captain or anyone else is hurt, it wouldn't be right for me to leave without seeing them. He's got a lot more experience than any freighter medic I know. We've come an awfully long way. It would be a shame to turn around without lending a hand. Is he going to die? Not any time soon. The Nausicaan weapon disrupted his neural pathways. I've started him on a cortical regeneration, but it'll take some time. How long? Two days, maybe three. Since we have to stick around, we... might as well help you get your ship up and running. That's all right. I understand you're used to doing things on your own, but we're here. Use us. We might be able to upgrade your hull plating, your weapons. Couldn't hurt the next time you run into these Nausicaans. The sooner you're back at warp, the sooner that cargo you're hauling gets to where it's supposed to go. You're letting them send over more people? A few engineers, that's all. We can't have people crawling all over the place. We'll keep them where they're supposed to be. And what if they find it? What do you want me to do, throw them off the ship? Anything? Keep at it. I want those codes. Trip will get a kick out of this. It's older than he is. The Quartermaster won't have anything like it, but Engineering should be able to make one for you. We've got our own machine shop. I'm sure your guys have their hands full. We're happy to do it. That's a transporter. Enterprise came with all the trimmings. I've read about them. Have you been through it? Not yet. Most of the crew's afraid, but I'm kind of curious to try it out. They say that for a split second, you can actually feel yourself in both places at once. Why do you think I want to try it? So, you were on the Horizon? I was born on her. Halfway between Draylax and Vega Colony. How do your parents feel about you leaving? I've still got my sister and her husband aboard the Horizon, but I know my dad expected me to take over at some point. Then why'd you leave? I had to figure out where I wanted to spend the rest of my life, and I was pretty sure it wasn't on the Draylax-Vega run. Besides, the Horizon didn't have transporters to play with. These valve seals are shot. We'll have to synthesize some new ones. Give me about 40 minutes? If you want, our resident boomer here can give you a tour. Thanks. I've already seen most of the ship. You missed the best part... The only warp 5 engine in the Fleet. I've heard about it. Once they get installed in the next generation of freighters, they'll change a whole lot of things. Even with a warp 3 engine, you'd be able to cut a five-year cargo run down to six months. Warp 1.8 works just fine for us. Any faster, and there'd be no time to enjoy the trip. Save room for dessert. Homemade ice cream. You eat this well all the time? Chef's the best in Starfleet. I heard the Captain had to call in a lot of favors to get him on board. It's good you stayed away from the resequenced meat loaf. They still haven't gotten that right. Resequenced? This tastes real. That's because it is. Know the last time I had a steak? 18 months ago. All we got left now are hydroponics and nutri-paks. I remember those. What did we used to call them? Mystery Meals. Mystery Meals. ( laughs) My dad was a pretty good cook. He could do magical things with those nutri-paks. Whenever it was someone's birthday and my mother would bake a cake, we knew better than to ask what it was made of. Didn't stop you from eating it. No way. Your parents on the Fortunate? No. They were on the, um, North Star. Were you on board? Yeah, I was one of the survivors. I went to the Fortunate after that. I'm sorry. Running freight's dangerous. You ever think about doing something else? You mean join Starfleet? Food's not bad. Was this premeditated? Buy me lunch and give me the recruiting pitch? No, but you've spent more time in space than most Starfleet Captains. There are three more NX-class ships on the drawing boards. They're going to need experienced people. If Starfleet gets all the good crews, who does that leave to run the freighters? Don't worry. Not everybody's going to go. You did. You think leaving the Horizon was easy for me? That I just took off because I got tired of the food? That ship was my home. So, why'd you leave it? Why did you abandon your family? ( silverware clinking) Being in Starfleet is the best thing that ever happened to me. My parents weren't happy I left, but they respected my decision. Did they? Or were they just saying what you wanted to hear, so you wouldn't feel guilty? Commander Tucker should be done with my valve assembly by now. Thanks for lunch. ( sighs) ( whispers): Come on. Why is power being rerouted from internal sensors to the weapon systems? Maybe you didn't notice. We were in a battle. The battle is over. I'll remove the bypass. Uh, that's all right. You can just leave it. Ready or not, here I come. Have you seen Nadine? No. Have you seen Nadine? I'm sorry, I don't know which child is named Nadine. Thanks. I just told him the truth. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. The repairs are almost finished, Captain. Acknowledged. But there is something I need to speak to you about in private. Those engine parts Mr. Tucker gave you working out okay? Some of the connections were off by a few microns, but they should be fine. Good. Dr. Phlox tells me Captain Keene's condition is improving. Well, he's still unconscious, but the burns are healing. Thanks to your doctor. Anything else we can do? Thanks, but, uh, we're anxious to get underway. Good-bye, Captain. There's one other question I'd like to ask you. Are there only humans on board your ship? I think one of the kids has a Tenebian skunk as a pet, if that's what you mean. It isn't. T'Pol's scanner picked up a Nausicaan bio-sign. Are you saying we've got a stowaway? You know that's not what we're saying. Why don't you tell us what's going on over there? Well, what are you talking about? My bio-scans indicated this Nausicaan was injured. Okay. Not that it's any of your business, but there is a Nausicaan aboard. He's my prisoner. What gives you the right to take prisoners? They have been attacking our ship for months, stealing our cargo. They nearly killed my Captain. Now, what gives them the right to do that? I want to see him. And what would you do, hmm? Take him back to Nausicaa? They'd probably give him a medal. What do you plan to do with him? That is my business. Starfleet doesn't have any jurisdiction over what goes on aboard my ship. You're right. But there is one thing I do have jurisdiction over. Archer to Tucker. Go ahead, Captain. I want you to remove all the spare parts and equipment you installed on the Fortunate. Sir? You heard me, Trip. You wouldn't do that. Watch me. He's in there. Where? He's tied up over there. I'm reading one bio-sign, but it's not Nausicaan. Don't do this. Get down. Under the circumstances, I defer to your experience. Ryan? You're making a big mistake. ( whispers): Go. Captain, there's a each. Ryan! ( rumbling) What was that? What the hell's going on over there? There are four bio- signs on the module. It's the away team. Tucker to Captain Archer. Are you all right? We're fine. I don't want the Fortunate leaving. Understood. Hail them. No response. They're charging weapons. Polarize the hull plating. The Fortunate has fired its weapons. Trip, report. They're getting a little trigger-happy, sir. Stand by. Load starboard tubes three and four. Target their engines. Aye, sir. ( console beeping) They've jettisoned our pod. Their warp drive's coming on line. Fire. Enterprise to Archer. How you doing, Trip? We're okay, sir. We didn't take too much damage, but the Fortunate just went to warp. Follow them. T' Captain, considering our rate of decompression, I'd suggest Enterprise retrieve us as quickly as possible. Belay that, Trip. Send a shuttlepod over here to pick us up. We've sprung a leak. On our way. We're trying to track their warp trail, but their plasma cannon knocked out our long-range sensors. How long till they're back on line? Mr. Tucker says at least four hours. We don't know where they are, but we know who they're looking for. The Nausicaans. Ryan's after revenge, sir. A very primitive emotion, but it would explain his irrational behavior. It's rational to him. Those pirates attacked his ship. That's his family. If we want to find the Fortunate, we need to find the Nausicaans. The frequencies. You're not very skilled at interrogation. I could give you some lessons. ( grunting) Give me the frequencies. You know my shipmates will come for me. I'm counting on it. ( grunting) ( blows landing) That wasn't so difficult, was it? You nearly killed him. Remodulate the weapons. What about the Nausicaan? Keep him locked up. We might still need him. We've got what we wanted. Let's just get him off the ship. How? An escape pod. Mm-hmm. So his friends can pick him up? And he could tell them to change their shield modulations? What was the point of all this? I've been asking myself the same question. We've always dealt with the Nausicaans without taking hostages or beating information out of them. If we don't show them that we're serious, they're never going to leave us alone. How would the Captain want us to handle this? I'm responsible for this ship now and I need to know that you're going to help me do whatever it takes to protect her. We've taken enough casualties. It's time we start inflicting some of our own. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've picked up a faint warp trail that could be the Fortunate, but we won't know for sure until our long-range sensors are back on line. Anything? Mmm... no. Try bypassing circuit L-47. Aye, sir. I don't know what's going on with that guy. I can understand taking on those pirates. I probably would have done the same thing. But firing on a Starfleet vessel... He's got a lot more than pirates to worry about now. I never thought I'd see a Y-class running from any ship I was on. When I was growing up on the Horizon, anything that happened on board, you handled yourself. If someone on the crew got into a fight, you just worked it out. You took care of your own. If Starfleet suddenly showed up and told my father what he could and couldn't do on his own ship... Things are changing. Ryan's going to have to figure that out. Maybe he already has and he just doesn't like it. Got it. Sensors are back on line. ( door chimes) Come in. Do you have a minute, sir? I think I can squeeze you in. What's on your mind, Travis? Permission to speak freely, sir? Anytime. I'm worried that we're not handling the situation the right way. Go on. You know I'd never question your orders. You served on one of those freighters. I want to hear your opinion. Maybe Ryan's right. Maybe this isn't any of our business. If he doesn't want our help, why force it on him? So you think we should just let Ryan take on the Nausicaans? Don't underestimate a freighter crew, sir. My father never ran into any trouble he couldn't handle himself, Nausicaans included. So, what happens to the Nausicaans? Sir? Suppose Ryan finds the ship that attacked him. Maybe it's been damaged, and the Fortunate is more than a match for them. What do you think Ryan'll do? He'd probably try to blow them out of the sky. I don't know about you, Travis, but that doesn't sit right with me. Human beings have a code of behavior that applies whether they're Starfleet officers or space boomers. And it isn't driven by revenge. Just because someone isn't born on Earth doesn't make him any less human. You're right, sir. I suppose I should understand that more than anyone. Any other orders of mine you'd like to question? Not today, sir. Thank you, sir. Are you sure? I've seen that hull signature enough times. The new shield frequencies? Loaded and standing by. I'll ing the cannons on line. Drop out of warp. They're just sitting there... A hundred kilometers ahead, near a small asteroid. Put it on the viewer. They've seen us. Lay in an intercept course. Full impulse. We're closing. 20 kilometers. ( console beeping) Uh, t-they're firing. The hull plating is holding. Can you get a weapons lock? We're out of range. Then get us into range. Ten kilometers. Nine. Cannons locked on target. Return fire. Ah, they've gone behind the asteroid. I've lost the lock. This must be where they off-load stolen cargo. I'm getting us out of here. Hold your course. Ryan...! We still have their shield frequencies. Lock weapons on the first ship, and fire. Again. No effect. Are you sure you programmed the right frequencies? I used the ones he gave us. Go to warp. The reactor is off-line. Full impulse, then. Hull plating to maximum. We've lost impulse! They're hailing us. Our scans show you have one of our crewmen aboard. I assume you're here to return him. He's our prisoner. He won't be for long. ( deep clanging) ( alarm beeping) They've latched on to us. Captain, long-range scans are detecting weapons fire. Who's doing the shooting? It's difficult to be sure at this distance, sir. Looks like some kind of plasma discharge. I can't rule out our boomer friends. Lay in a course. Aye, sir. They're in the access corridor, Section D. How many? Three. Pass out weapons. We know what they're after. Why not just let them have him? We fought them off before. We can do it again. That was one ship, not three. Weapons. We should pull back! Go! ( grunting) It's the Fortunate, sir, and three smaller ships. T' Nausicaans. Polarize the hull plating. Drop us out of warp. Are we in range? 200,000 kilometers ahead. Put it up. T' There are four Nausicaan bio-signs on board the Fortunate and I'm detecting weapon discharges. Hail the Nausicaans. Which ship, sir? Let's see who answers. ( groaning) We'd better get him to the infirmary. He's going to be okay. I told you they'd come for me. ( chuckling) ( laughing) Shut... up. We're involved in a rescue operation. There's a lot of firing going on for a rescue. We want our crewman back. He wouldn't be there if you hadn't attacked them in the first place. Perhaps we have an opportunity here to improve relations between your people and mine. We're happy with our relations the way they are. I have a proposal for you. We'll get your man back... and then you'll let the Fortunate continue on her way. You're facing three of my ships. We are not interested in your proposals. We've scanned your ships. Mr. Reed? Fore and aft plasma cannons. I doubt those shields of theirs would hold up to our torpedoes. You're not sneaking up on an old freighter this time. This is an NX-class starship. Take a good look, because you'll be seeing more of them. Now... you can reconsider my offer or you can take your chances. If you think you can convince them to return our crewman, do it quickly. Otherwise we'll be forced to take our chances. Enterprise to Ryan. This is Jonathan Archer. We're 10,000 meters off your starboard bow. I know you can hear me. Why don't you think about what's best for your crew and let us help you? What a relief. Starfleet's come to save the day. I've spoken to the Nausicaan Captain. He's willing to let the Fortunate go if you turn over his crewman. What, and you believe him? What, you believe that they're going to let us just fly away? I've got an armory full of torpedoes that will make sure they do. What about next time, when another freighter gets jumped in the middle of nowhere? What then? You've got a chance to stop this before anyone else gets hurt. I'm dealing with them the only way they understand. One of the Nausicaan ships has locked weapons on us, sir. This has gone on long enough. Now you're putting my crew in danger. Release that hostage. He's my prisoner, and I'm going to handle this my way. What are you going to do, kill him? You again? Sir, with your permission? You think killing one of them is going to accomplish anything? What, did your Captain decide a little boomer-to-boomer talk would persuade me? Just shut up and listen to me. I don't give a damn about you anymore. I'm just thinking about my family. What have they got to do with this? What's going to happen to the next freighter that runs into the Nausicaans? What if it's the Horizon and they have to pay the price for your stubborn stupidity? I'm doing this for them. The hell you are! This isn't about protecting cargo ships. That is just what it's about. Don't kid yourself into thinking you're doing this for some greater good. This is about revenge, nothing else. The Nausicaan ships are firing, sir. Return fire, starboard tubes three and four. You don't like me because I left the Horizon to join Starfleet. You're afraid that if more people do that, there won't be anyone left to run the freighters. Maybe you're right, maybe not. But if you don't let your hostage go, the Nausicaans are going to kill you and your crew. Port tubes one and two. Fire. And then there'll be 23 fewer people out here to run those freighters. No maybes. Hold your fire! Take him! The Nausicaans are powering down their weapons. They're moving off, sir. Need a hand? ( chuckles) Just a little stiff. Thank your doctor for me. I've got some Draylaxian whiskey stashed away... if you'd like to join me. I'm on duty. Too bad. If you've never had it, you're missing one of the galaxy's real pleasures. I'm reducing Mr. Ryan's rank to Able Crewman. He gets to spend the rest of the trip purging hydraulic pumps. If you think he's going to be a problem, we could take him back to Earth. No. We take care of our own. Besides, that would leave me a man short. Understood. I made him my First Officer because I trusted him with my ship. It's going to take him quite a while to earn that back. His intentions were good. But someone should teach him to accept help when it's offered. The ones that grew up out here feel they have some special claim, that this particular stretch of space is theirs. If they see another ship within ten light-years, they get jumpy. They're going to be seeing a lot more ships than they're used to. Ships get faster. That's progress, I suppose. My family's been on the Fortunate for three generations. Now I'm going to need at least a warp 3 engine to stay in business. Maybe that's not so bad. At warp 3, help's a lot closer than before. You won't have to go it alone. Going it alone's all we've ever done. For some of us... it's the reason we're out here... a chance to prove ourselves. I think you've already done that. Well... we'll adapt. We always have. But things just... won't be the same. Good luck. Sure you won't join me for that drink? Thanks, but... my crew's anxious to get underway. Next time.
( voice pre-echoing): This wasn't part of our agreement. ( voice pre-echoing): You failed in your last mission. The Klingon Empire is intact. You knew there would be consequences. Please, I won't disappoint you again. We'll restore it, but only if you succeed in your next mission. But... you're disabling me. You won't need enhanced vision where you're going. Proceed with the extraction. ( high-pitched whine) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Hold the door. Hey. Where were you last night? I decided to turn in early. Well, you didn't miss much. What'd they show? Night of the Killer Androids. That bad? We've got 50,000 movies in the database. There must be something worth watching. You could always read a book. Lieutenant. Ensigns. Enjoy the show last night? ( groans) ( chuckles) Those were two hours of my life I'd rather have back. Good morning, sir. Morning, Daniels. I thought this was Taylor's shift. I switched with him, if that's all right with you. No problem. Sir, I noticed we changed course. May I ask why? There's a stellar nursery not far from here. We detected several ships inside. We thought we might go say hello. Very good, sir. More orange juice? No, thanks, I'm fine. What have you got? We found one of the ships, sir. Put it up. T' It appears to be a transport vessel. Hail them. They're responding. Can I help you? My name is Archer. I'm Captain of the Starship Enterprise. We are from Earth. We thought we'd introduce ourselves. Pleased to meet you. What do you want? Nothing. We're new to this region, and we're eager to make contact with other species. Oh. If you don't mind my asking... what ings you here? A job. I'm escorting a group of spiritually minded men on a pilgrimage to the Great Plume of Agosoria. The-the what? Every 11 years, one of the protostars gives out a neutron blast. These gentlemen... believe it's a sacred event. If you ask me, I think it's just another ball of hydrogen. When is this Great Plume due to erupt? Tomorrow. Mind if we join you? It's your time to waste. I'd like to extend an invitation to you and your passengers to visit Enterprise. I'll ask them if they're interested. I prefer to stay with my ship. Understood. Mister...? Fraddock. Captain Fraddock. ( clears throat) Looks like we could be having guests. Tell Chef to prepare... something. Seal's good. Welcome aboard. Captain Jonathan Archer. It's customary on Earth to greet someone with a... handshake. I'm Prah Mantoos. May Agosoria em ace you into his cycle of renewal. Thanks. These are my fellow cele ants. We've traveled many light-years, from different worlds to... watch this event. I'm Commander Tucker, Chief Engineer, and this is our Science Officer, Subcommander T'Pol. For you, Captain. It's beautiful. What, uh, exactly is it? A clock. It charts time from the beginning of the universe. Voo-Sinteel. It's a spirit traditionally consumed as the Plume reaches its full illiance. You'll find it enhances the experience. Mm, I'm sure it does. You're very generous. I'm... afraid the only thing we have to offer you is our hospitality. That will be more than enough. Our chef has prepared a meal in your honor. Normally we fast during the time of Agosoria, but in this case, I suppose we can... eak with tradition. Please. Four months, three weeks and... T' Six days. You've traveled a great distance in a short period of time. Warp 5 will get you where you're going pretty fast. We've, uh, seen a lot since we left Earth, but I have to say that this place is definitely one of the highlights. I'm pleased you appreciate its beauty, Captain. To us, it's more than just a simple stellar nursery. According to our sacred texts, this is where the universe began. And the Great Plume of A... Ago... Agosoria. Agosoria... how does that fit in? It represents the continuing cycle of creation. It's not unlike the Hindu faith, Commander. They also believe that the universe goes through repeated cycles of rebirth. I didn't realize you were familiar with Earth religions, Doctor. Oh, yes. In fact, while I was there, I made it a point to study a number of them. I spent two weeks at a Tibetan monastery, where I learned to sing chords with the high lamas. I attended mass at Saint Peter's Square. I was even allowed to observe the Tal-Shanar at the Vulcan Consulate. I understand Vulcans are a deeply spiritual people. Our beliefs are based on logic and the pursuit of clarity. Do you follow a particular faith, Captain? I guess you could say I... try to keep an open mind. Many who see the Great Plume are often inspired by it. Perhaps you will be, too. Did you get to meet them? Two. Briefly. What were they like? Uh... quiet. They're taking a tour of the ship. Looks like the Captain's going all out. I hope he's not planning to show them the Armory. Don't worry, Lieutenant. They didn't look like the types who'd go around stealing military secrets. Still, we're not familiar with these species. Tactical systems should be off-limits. ( alarm bleeps) The starboard targeting sensor is out again. Should I call Engineering? No. I'll take care of it. It'll only take a moment. You have the Bridge, Ensign. Aren't you going to take the chair? What? You're in command. ( chuckles) I'm fine right here. Haven't you ever wondered what it's like? I can wait till I'm promoted. Okay. Nice fit. Bridge looks a lot different from here. Think anyone would mind if I fired a torpedo? Permission to take my station? Sorry, sir. The Gravimetric Field Displacement Manifold... Commonly known as the warp reactor. Just think of it as a... great big engine, but, instead of using electricity or chemical fuel, it runs on antimatter. See this swirling light? When matter and antimatter collide it creates a whole lot of energy. We channel that energy through those conduits over there. They lead to the two large glowing cylinders you may have seen on the outside of the ship. The nacelles. That's right. Which contain warp coils that create the subspace displacement field. I see you... already know a thing or two about starship engines. I'm a warp field theorist. Oh. Well... I guess that covers the basics. Any questions? How do you regulate positron flow in your dilithium matrix? Good one. I'll ing up the schematic of the reactor assembly. You can see for yourself. If you'll just come with me. We use a series of magnetic constrictors to align the positron stream. If any stray particles escape, backups automatically kick in. And during one of our training tests, we momentarily lost the primaries and the backups. About a billion positrons cut through the plating on three decks. Nearly caused a hull each. We spent a month redesigning the system. It hasn't given us a single problem since. ( console beeping) We're being hailed by Captain Fraddock. He's probably calling about the weather. On screen. You might want to focus your sensors on that plasma lightning up ahead. We're aware of it. You ever been in a plasma storm? Twice. Then you know it can get a little bumpy. I suggest we try and go around it. Agreed. Ensign. I'm already on it. There's your heart, lungs, liver... another heart. Every organ. This imaging device also allows us to examine your genetic structure. Ah. You'll be happy to know you're in perfect health. Who would like to go next? ( deep rumbling) Excuse me. Archer to the Bridge. Report. We're circumnavigating a plasma storm, Captain. It's just turbulence from the outer edge. They're very common in this region. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. That one hit our port bow. Power's down on C-Deck, Subsection 4. No other damage. Ensign. The storm's moving in our direction. I'm having trouble getting around it. What about the transport ship? He's far enough ahead. He made it past. ( alarm blaring) We've got a power surge in the impulse relays. Here's a good example of how we can reroute the energy flow to protect our critical systems. I'm afraid we have to cut the tour a little short. I'll be on the Bridge. Report. We're losing main power. Trip, what's happening? That last bolt struck the warp manifold. We've got an antimatter cascade, sir. If it reaches the warp reactor, we're gonna... ( explosions) I think we're all right, Captain. The cascade stopped in its tracks. Good work, Trip. It wasn't me, sir. Sorry about the bad weather. We're used to it. I'm just grateful there was no serious damage. If any of your group would like to watch the Great Plume from our Mess Hall, they're welcome to come back tomorrow. I'll let them know. Have a great time, Doctor. I plan to, Captain. Thank you for letting me spend the night with these people. I'll expect a full report in the morning. Aye, Captain. Hope to see you tomorrow. ( over intercom): Tucker to Captain Archer. Go ahead, Trip. Can you come down to Engineering for a minute? On my way. What is it, Trip? Take a look at this. What? Right up there. You see that conduit? Yeah... It's an antimatter junction. It stopped the cascade from reaching the warp reactor. What are you getting at? Somebody got in here and disconnected it from the primary antimatter feed. If they hadn't, that cascade would have continued right into the reactor core and this ship would have gone up just like the Great Plume of Agosoria. One of your staff? I already asked. Nobody seems to know anything about it. Sounds to me like you've got a hero who's a little reluctant about taking credit. Talk to them again. Whoever did this deserves a commendation. I'm telling you, sir, I don't think it was one of my people. They would have said something. I spoke with every one of them. How about the warp theorist? Him, too. None of them went anywhere near that conduit. If I told you I did it, would there be some kind of reward? Thank you, Captain. Maybe it was the Cycle of Renewal. If anyone comes forward, you'll let me know? Oh, you'll be the first. ( sighs) Sir, I need to speak with you. Why don't you talk to one of my Bridge officers? I'm a little busy right now. It's important. I'm sorry, Daniels, I've got my hands full. It's about the Suliban. What about them? I've reason to believe that one of the pilgrims who came aboard today is a Suliban soldier. His name is Silik. He's the man you fought with on the Helix. How the hell do you know what I did on the Helix? It might be best if we discussed this in private. My ready room. I think it would be better if we went to my quarters. What? You'll understand when we get there, sir. Oh, please, have a seat. I'm sorry about the mess. Sometimes I think my bunk-mate majored in chaos theory. What is that? That doesn't look like Starfleet issue. It's because I'm not a member of Starfleet. Not that I wouldn't be honored to be one, sir, especially after spending time... Who are you? How do you know what happened on the Helix? Did Silik tell you who he was working for? I'm the one asking questions, Crewman. Did he mention the Temporal Cold War? What do you know about that? A great deal more than you do, sir. If you're not a member of Starfleet, then who are you? I work for a different kind of organization. We make sure that people like Silik don't interfere with historical events. I've never heard of a group like that. That's because it doesn't exist yet. So, you're telling me you're some kind of a time traveler? That's one way of putting it. Maybe this will help clear things up. This is how we keep an eye on what's going on. You might call it a Temporal Observatory. I know this must seem a little overwhelming. Overwhelming... doesn't quite cover it. I come from right about, uh... right about here. Approximately 900 years from now. Are you human? More or less. And the people giving Silik orders? They're from an earlier century. From about... here. They can't manifest themselves physically in the past. They can only partially materialize to deliver information. But not you? In the years that followed, we eventually perfected the process. Sounds dangerous. When time travel was first developed, it wasn't long before people realized that laws had to be made. All the species who had the technology agreed that it would only be used for research. But it wasn't... that's what the Temporal Cold War is all about. Look at this. This is a group of anthropologists from 2769 observing the construction of the Great Pyramid at Giza. They're doing it using the proper procedures set forth in the Temporal Accord. But there are factions that ignore those procedures. Why are you telling me all this? Silik is the one who prevented the reactor each. Are you implying Silik was sent here to save my ship? And if he hadn't, we would have been destroyed today? I am not implying anything. All I'm saying is that I was assigned here to capture Silik when he came aboard. He is a threat and I need you to help me capture him. You're from... 900 years in the future and you need my help? The Suliban have been given genetic enhancements that allow them to evade most sensors. They're nearly impossible to detect. I've noticed. I have special equipment that can help track Silik, but it'll be far more effective if I can tie it into your internal sensor grid. I'll need access to Main Engineering and your command codes. We have reason to believe that the 22nd century is a front in this cold war. What happens here could affect millennia to come. It's imperative that we find out who Silik is working for and what they're trying to do. If I decide to help you, I can't do it alone. I need to inform some of my crew. The fewer the better. You're asking me to capture someone who just saved my ship. Why should I trust you? You like your scrambled eggs soft. Have I ever ought them to you any other way? You sure you don't want a glass? I'm sure. The Vulcan Science Directorate has studied the question of time travel in great detail. They found no evidence that it exists or that it can exist. The Suliban woman I spoke with... Sarin... She also used the phrase Temporal Cold War. That's what Daniels called it? The same words. That proves nothing. What about the Suliban's genetic engineering? Phlox says it's far beyond their abilities. That doesn't mean that it was given to them by visitors from the future. Until Daniels can offer you concrete proof, I'd remain extremely skeptical. I'm telling you, he pushed a button on this device and the whole room changed. On the Xyrillian ship, I was in a holographic chamber where I could've sworn I was in a boat at sea. If what Daniels says is true, then Silik saved Enterprise. Maybe we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. If there's even a possibility that this cold war exists, we can't ignore Daniels' request. Bridge to Captain Archer. Yes, Hoshi. We're approaching the protostar, sir. The transport ship is requesting permission to dock. Some of the passengers would like to take you up on your offer and observe it from the Mess Hall. Initiate docking procedures. I'll be right there. One of them might be Silik. We don't have time to debate this any longer. I want you to help Daniels. I always knew we'd be meeting people from other planets, but... other centuries? You're not buying any of this, are you? If Daniels could travel through time, why not simply go back one more day into the past and prevent Silik from boarding this ship in the first place? Maybe that's Plan B. Or maybe he's really not from the future. Then why make up such a crazy story? He could be trying to conceal his true intentions. I thought you scientists were supposed to keep an open mind. There's a difference between keeping an open mind and believing something because you want it to be true. What the hell's that supposed to mean? Roja durana tua teenan, Captain. That is a traditional greeting on the morning of Agosoria. It means, May the Plume light your way. I take it you enjoyed your visit. Oh, it was mesmerizing. Four hours of ritual prayer, followed by the Kaana-sah, a series of exercises designed to purify the body. I think I strained a leg muscle, but it was well worth it. How many decided to join us? 11, I believe. The others wanted to observe the star from their ship. So that leaves... six on the transport? I didn't take a head count, but that sounds about right. Did any of them seem out of place? How do you mean? Did they all take part in the rituals? As far as I could tell, but our eyes were closed most of the time. Is there something wrong, Captain? No. Just curious. You seem a little preoccupied. It's been a long night. I'm glad you had a good time. Enjoy the view. I will. My equipment draws a lot of power. I'll need another 20 megawatts routed to your sensor grid. Commander. The grid can handle it. So I take it your other isn't really an orbital engineer at Jupiter Station. Actually, I don't have a other. And you didn't grow up in Illinois. Oh, I'm from a place called Illinois, sir. Just not the one you're familiar with. It's good to know Earth will still be around in 900 years. That depends on how you define Earth. Beg your pardon? You might want to initialize the grid. I'm ready to download the biometric parameters. Right. What's this? It's very delicate. Please don't... Please don't touch it. You know, we've got a little pool going in Engineering where we try to guess how far the ship will travel each day. I don't suppose you could give me a tip on tomorrow's distance. I'm afraid we don't monitor events quite that closely. One of the power relays is off-line. Must have been damaged during the plasma storm. J-37. It's about three meters behind that bulkhead. I'll take care of it. J-37? Try it now. ( barking) I know, I know, your eakfast is two hours late. Don't give me that look. If it's any consolation, I missed my eakfast, too. ( barks) What's the problem? You're not getting any cheese. ( growls) If you're thinking of calling for help, I'd advise against it. I'm not the one you should be worried about, Jon. What are you doing here? I thought you might want to thank me. I saved your life. The least you could do is return the favor. There's someone here trying to find me. I need to know who it is. I don't know what you're talking about. I detect a tachyon radiation. You don't have anything that emits tachyons. Who's looking for me? I don't know. Did they tell you that ridiculous story about their noble efforts to protect history? The great Temporal Accord? They're lying to you, Jon. None of it is true. Whoever contacted you is working for another faction. They didn't come here to protect history. They came to alter it. Who do you think was responsible for the antimatter cascade that nearly destroyed your ship? It was them. I was sent to prevent it. And why would you want to do that? The first time we met, you tried to kill me. I saved your ship because I was instructed to. By whom? What does Enterprise have to do with your temporal war? I'm not privy to that kind of information, but I can tell you this. Whoever's looking for me is a danger to your crew. If you want to continue on your mission, you'll help me find them. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Archer here. We finished the modifications. Thanks. I'll be there in a few minutes. Mr. Daniels is eager to get started. He'll have to wait a few minutes. Archer out. You've been very helpful, Jon. ( Porthos barks) It's beginning. How long before we see the Plume? Now, that's hard to predict. Every cycle is unique. Would you care to recite the Invocation of Renewal with us? I'd be honored. Goran tonia Agosoria... Yoraya... Yoraya uralan porporo gost. Goran tonia Agosoria Yoraya uralan porporo gost. Totonya tur eeta dura. Totonya tur eeta dura. Tyana mooreeta. Tyana mooreeta. Does this mean it's working? It's working. What is it? Suliban bio-signs. He's somewhere on this deck. I can't isolate him, but he's close. Call Lieutenant Reed. Tell him to seal off C-Deck. And it wouldn't hurt if he could get down here with a security team. What's that? You two should go. We're not leaving. Go! Bring help. Go. Evacuate Engineering. Everybody out! Did they tell you that the 22nd Century was going to be your final resting place? ( groans) Still skeptical? Tucker to Captain Archer. Captain, are you there? He's in his quarters. Tucker to Dr. Phlox. Yes, Commander. Meet us in the Captain's quarters on the double. On my way. ( groans) Easy, Captain. Aside from a nasty headache, you're going to be fine. You were stunned by a particle weapon. It was Silik. I guess he decided not to try and kill me this time. He wasn't quite as generous when it came to Daniels. He's dead, sir. Have our guests left yet? No. The Plume is just beginning. Enterprise to Captain Fraddock. Fraddock. I'm looking for one of your passengers. Have any of the ones who were here returned in the last hour or so? None. You're sure? The hatch has been sealed the entire time. Thanks. Archer out. Mr. Reed. Yes, sir. We've got a Suliban loose on the ship. I want you to lock down every outer door and exit hatch. Post security teams on all decks. Understood. Do you think you can find him using Daniels' sensors? I can sure as hell try. Get to Engineering. Yes, sir. T'Pol. Thanks, Doc. Captain? It's gone. He took it. Took what? The device I told you about. The one Daniels used to show me all those things. That kind of information could give an advantage to whomever Silik's working for. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Someone just used our com system to transmit a message. What kind of message? It's encrypted, sir. Anything? I'm sorry, Captain. I can't make heads or tails of most of this. These might represent Suliban bio-signs, but I wouldn't bet on it. ( alarm beeping) B-Deck... Service Junction 59. Somebody's trying to bypass the lock-out codes for Launch Bay 2. Tell Malcolm to meet me with a security team. Captain, I've got something that might give you a leg up. It looks like he slipped through here. We could remove these conduits, but it would take some time. Sir? Stay here. ( rustling) Very clever. Careful, Jon. It would be a shame to trigger another antimatter cascade. There'd be nobody here to stop it. Put that device on the floor. It would be in your best interest to let me take it. You keep saying you're here to help us. But I can't stop wondering what kind of genetic enhancements you'll get for inging back that little prize. Eyes in the back of your head? A pair of wings? That's a cynical attitude, Jon. I thought your species was more trusting. ( grunts) ( metallic clanking) There's a vessel approaching. No bigger than a shuttlepod. It's Suliban. I'm not going to ask you again. Put it down. You're going to kill me after I saved your life? You may have endangered your future, Jon. ( Klaxon blares warning) ( air decompressing) ( air decompressing) ( gasping) T' Bridge to Captain Archer. Yeah. A Suliban vessel just took something in and went to warp. Should we go after them? No. Let them go. ( door chimes) Come in. The transport ship has left. We're ready to resume course. Have you learned how it works? Not a clue. Starfleet's in store for one hell of a report. I'm not quite sure where to begin. I'd be glad to help. First thing in the morning. I don't know about you, but, uh... I could use a good night's sleep. Agreed. Mr. Reed, assign new quarters to Daniels' roommate and seal off cabin E-14. It's off-limits till further notice. Aye, sir. God knows what else is in there. Let's get back on the road, Travis.
Echo ll is away, sir. A clean launch. It's made contact with Echo I. How long before we get subspace on line? I'd like to send a few test transmissions to cali ate amplifiers. An hour. My guess is we have a lot of people on board waiting to call home. ( console beeps) A vessel is dropping out of warp, Captain. 12 kilometers dead ahead. Put it up. Look familiar? I don't recognize the configuration. Good. Hail them. This is the Starship Enterprise. What can we do for you? My name is Jonathan Archer. We're on a mission of exploration from the planet Earth. Hoshi? The channel's open, sir. Do you need assistance? If you don't want to talk, that's fine, but... you dropped in on us. Was it something I said? Did you get anything on sensors? No. No... what? No bio-signs. No propulsion, no weapon signatures. No readings at all. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Are there any inhabited systems nearby? None. Why fly right up to us just to give us the silent treatment? Maybe they got our signal, but it didn't make any sense to them. Our translator is far from perfect. T' I wouldn't take offense. Not every species has motives that can be understood in human terms. Maybe they checked us out and decided we weren't very interesting. Us? Not interesting? Let's cali ate the subspace amplifier. At least, the people back home want to talk to us. Sir? ( whispering): I tracked them down. It took me all week. Where are they? Kota Baharu. It's in Malaysia. What time is it there? A little after 9:00 at night. That shouldn't be too late. Let's eak in that new amplifier. I'll be in my ready room. Is he all right? He's fine. Is he in some kind of trouble? No, sir. Malcolm's doing a great job. I'm sure you know it's his birthday in a couple of days. Yes... yes, it is. September 2nd. We haven't seen our son on his birthday for quite a few years. He called from San Francisco to let us know he'd been assigned to Enterprise, but we haven't heard from him since. What are Malcolm's duties on your ship, Captain? He's my Armory Officer. Well, his grandfather would be pleased. He was an ordnance officer himself in the Royal Navy. It must be in Malcolm's blood. The Reeds have been navy men for generations. Until Malcolm decided to join Starfleet. I suppose the ocean wasn't big enough for him. He's a long way from home in any case, Mr. Reed. I'd like to do something for his birthday. Make him a special dinner. I was hoping you could tell me what he likes to eat. Captain, Malcolm's never been comfortable making requests. I'm not sure I understand. He always ate whatever was put in front of him. Are you saying he doesn't have a favorite food? Not that he's ever told me. Well... if you happen to think of anything, you can always contact me through Starfleet. Give Malcolm our best. I will. Safe journey, Captain. How'd it go? Could have gone better. Apparently, he hasn't called home since we left Earth. I want you to find out what he likes to eat. Me, sir? But don't let Malcolm know. Maybe this is more in Chef's area. No, we're talking about a delicate assignment, Hoshi. It needs your finesse. Sir, I'm running a diagnostic on our subspace transceiver array. Get some help if you need it, but make this a top priority. That's an order. Yes, sir. Where were you at dinner? I ate in my quarters. Now that we've got the amplifier working, I wanted to answer a few letters. You missed T'Pol's latest bout with chopsticks. Damn. Dinner and a show. ( chuckles) I thought you were going to upgrade this. That is the upgrade. Well, if you want, I can change the color. What's the word from home? Oh, the usual... Engineering updates. Oh, and Duvall got promoted. They're giving him the Shenandoah. Duvall got his own command? Thank God we're 100 light-years away. And I got a letter from Natalie. The Natalie? From Pensacola? Yep. Natalie from Pensacola. Looks like we've got a charge imbalance in this manifold. I'll get right on it. Trip? You know, they say long-distance relationships never work. Well, this is about as long-distance as you can get. You okay? Oh, yeah, I just... I just wish I'd have had the chance to say good-bye face-to-face. Let me ask you something. Do you spend much time with Malcolm? I was in the Armory yesterday for a few hours, swapping out some power relays. You talk about anything interesting? Power relays. I talked to his parents this morning. Really? Yeah. Stay here. If I asked your parents what you like to eat, would they be able to tell me? Are you kidding? My mom would give you her recipe for pan-fried catfish, and wouldn't let you go till you promised not to screw it up. ( chuckles) Malcolm's parents didn't know what his favorite food was. They didn't even know he was an armory officer. That's strange. It made me think. We don't know that much about Malcolm, do we? ( deep whooshing) ( communication beep) T' Bridge to the Captain. Go ahead. The alien vessel has returned. Guess we weren't so uninteresting after all. They dropped out of warp 500 kilometers, dead ahead. I had to reverse engines to keep from banging into them. Let's try this again. Welcome back. I was hoping we'd have an opportunity to meet again. The primary mission of my ship is to make peaceful contact with other species. If there's anything we can do to assure you of our intentions... Well... it's been nice talking to you. Let's do this again sometime. I'm picking up something. Can you translate it? I don't think it's a language. ( loud screeching tones) We're being scanned. Hull plating? It's off-line! Hard about! They've gone to warp, sir. Everybody okay? Damage reports are coming in, sir. No one's been hurt. What the hell was that about? Captain? When they fired their weapon, they dropped their shielding for about two seconds. I was able to take some scans. What did you get? Bio-signs. At least 15, maybe more. Their DNA doesn't match anything in our database. It's a good thing they're gone. I doubt very much our torpedoes could've penetrated their shielding. Stay on long-range scanners. If they come anywhere near us, I want to know. T'Pol. That support frame's bent. We'll need to reinforce it. How bad is it? If that last shot had been about a half-meter higher, we'd be looking at stars. Hold it a minute. There were 13 people working in this section, Captain, including yours truly. If that bulkhead had blown... Did your people run into as many hostile aliens when they first went into deep space? It was a different time. How so? There were fewer warp-capable species. This ship just isn't equipped to handle some of the threats we're coming up against. It's time we do something about that. What are you suggesting? Enterprise was fitted with phase cannon ports. But since we left Spacedock a few weeks ahead of schedule, the cannons were never installed. I think it's time they were. We should head back to Earth. Just give us two weeks, Captain. I know we can do it. Most of the stuff we need is already on the ship. The armory team at Jupiter Station is trained for this kind of work. If we're going to do this, let's do it right. My engineers are just as good as they are. I know that, Trip. But we have other systems that could use overhauls. Look at the ight side. You've got a chance to say good-bye to Natalie. Sir? With your permission, we could at least begin the work. Get a few things started for Jupiter Station. It'll cut down the time we'll have to spend in Spacedock. Do what you can. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead, Captain. We're heading home. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a phase-modulated energy weapon. It's rated for a maximum power output of 500 gigajoules. Enterprise was designed to carry three of them. We have one, and it's only a prototype. Our job is to get it up and running and build two more from scratch. The Captain is taking us back because he thinks this work ought to be done by the boys in Spacedock. Far be it from me to question the Captain's judgment, but Commander Tucker and I believe we can do this ourselves. That means double shifts. By the time we reach Jupiter Station, I don't want their engineers to have a thing to do but give us a wash and a wax. Any questions? Are we expecting another attack, sir? We all signed up for this trip because we wanted to do something no one had ever done before, not because we thought it'd be easy or safe, but we're not here to take foolish risks. The Captain and the rest of the crew are depending on us to keep Enterprise ready for anything. And once we get these phase cannons on line... we'll have a lot more firepower to do just that. So what are you standing around for? He once told me that he loved to eat octopus especially the little suction cups, but I think he was pulling my leg. You can never tell whether my other's joking or not. Can I talk to him? We really would like to keep this a surprise. Oh, right. The dinner. I remember one time... This was at least ten years ago... He went for a whole week without eating. Got by on nothing Really? But water and a little apple juice. Why? Some sort of survival training. Or was it a contest? When he started eating again, do you remember the first thing he wanted? He was so weak he could barely get out of bed. For two days, all he had was protein concentrate. When you two were growing up, he never said, Hey, let's go out for pizza or, Boy, I'd love some Indian food? Not that I remember. Malcolm isn't the easiest person to get to know. I'm figuring that out. When we were training in San Francisco, there was a little restaurant on the Embarcadero he liked to go to. They had a specialty, some kind of fish, I think. What kind? Halibut? Uh, swordfish? No. Mahimahi? Scallops? I had sea bass. Great! And Malcolm? I don't remember. Try. Please. Maureen. Is that a fish? No, she was the waitress. ( chuckling) That's why Malcolm wanted to go there. He had a thing for her. I think he hates fish. Thanks. So how's your secret mission coming? I've talked to his sister, his best friend, his Uncle Archie, his two spinster aunts. The most anyone seems to know about his eating habits is that he... occasionally eats. Ensign, if you want to know something about Mr. Reed, perhaps you should ask him. Anyone sitting here? Uh, no. Please. ( sighs) This is the first chance I've had to eat all day. ( groans) Tell me about it. I haven't set foot outside the Armory since 0700. How's your ravioli? Uh, it's fine. Nothing like a nice plate of pasta. Mm-hmm. You know, I used to love to cook, but I never get a chance to any more the way that Chef protects the galley. One of these nights, I should fix something myself. ( clearing throat) I'm sorry. You'd love my enchiladas. Enchiladas? If you don't like them, I can fix something else. What's your favorite food? Uh... I appreciate the offer, but it... it really isn't necessary. Aren't you getting a little tired of having to eat whatever Chef happens to serve? No, he's a fine cook. Don't get me wrong, he's terrific. It's just that dinner in the Mess Hall can... lack a certain personal touch. I've got a hot plate in my quarters. That's... very flattering and... I'm just not sure it would be... appropriate. What do you mean? Well, um... we work together, and, uh, it just might be a little... awkward. Serving on the same ship. What does that have to do with...? Oh. ( laughing) No, I didn't, I didn't mean to, um... imply anything other than just making dinner, Lieutenant. Then... It's my mistake, Ensign. No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have... Yeah, I'll-I'll just... No, please, finish your dinner. No, no, no, no. You've got a lot of work to do, so... Captain, I'm detecting a ship, dead astern, 8,000 meters. Let me guess. Our shadow? Closing to 7,000. 6,000. Polarize the hull plating. Reed to Bridge. Armory, report. Get to your stations. Move. Warp drive is off-line. Main power is down. Torpedoes. Tactical systems are down. Why don't you save time and tell me what isn't down? The outer doors in Launch Bay 2 are opening. Seal them. I can't. ( clattering) Get away from those men! Go. Archer to Sick Bay. Phlox here, Captain. Report to E-Deck, Section 7. This is an emergency. On my way. Security to Captain Archer. Go ahead. The aliens are gone, sir. They've launched their shuttle. Bridge, report! T' The alien vessel has gone to warp, but that last shot damaged our port nacelle. We're venting drive plasma. Doctor? I've stabilized them, but they were subjected to some rather invasive scans. Will they be all right? There could be some residual neurological damage. I'm doing everything I can. Have you ever heard of anything like this? No. Are there any Vulcan records of a species that uses similar tactics? And I don't care how classified they might be. None that I know of, Captain. Find out what you can. Tucker to Archer. Go ahead. We've got the plasma leak under control, but our port nacelle took a lot of damage. How long before we can go to warp? A couple of days. What about impulse power? That's the good news. It should be back on line in a few minutes. I'll take all the good news I can get. Keep me posted, Doctor. There are no Vulcan ships within scanning range. Sir, we could try to contact the Vulcan High Command. They're only two days away at warp 6. I'm sure they'd give us a hand. I'm sure they would. ( sighs) I can't raise Vulcan. It's funny, I ran a diagnostic after the attack. But now Echo ll won't respond. That's because it isn't there. What? There's nothing but de is at the coordinates where we deployed the amplifier. What about Echo I? Destroyed as well. The stabilizer on Cannon Port 2 checks out okay, sir. Port 2 or Port 1? Port 1, sir. Sorry. Get it right! And start on those beam emitters. Yes, sir. Targeting scanners will be on line in an hour. We should be aligning them by now, not installing them. You were a little hard on Eddie. Everyone's busting their tails to get this job done. ( crackling) Ah! You okay? Yeah! ( groaning) Fine. I told them to depolarize these relays! What were you trying to do? Bypass the EPS grid. Why? Well, we could draw power for the cannons directly from the impulse engines. Are you trying to make this blow up in your face? The relays were rated to handle that much power. What if there's a surge? Oh, I've thought of that. These inverters were designed to cut in at the first sign of an overload. We got to do this by the book, or we'll end up blowing a bigger hole in ourselves than the bad guys. I've run a dozen simulations. It's an acceptable risk. When it comes to modifying ship systems, why don't you let the Chief Engineer decide what's an acceptable risk? Sir, if we do this by the book, those aliens are likely to be back before we're done. I want to get this job done as quickly as you do, Lieutenant, but not if it means taking shortcuts that could get our people killed. Yes, sir. Don't you ever rest? You know, I can't sleep without the warp engines on line. If I don't feel those vi ations, something just doesn't seem right. Well, I hope you get them fixed soon because you look like hell. Well, with all due respect, Captain, you shouldn't be talking. How's it coming? They'll be on line by the end of the day tomorrow, guaranteed. Could you check the dilithium alignment for me? Sure. .06 microns. At least we'll be flying home under our own power. Let me know if it drops below .03. I tried to get a message to the Vulcan High Command, but it didn't go through. If it had, we'd be expecting a Surak-class ship tomorrow oh-so-politely offering to help us. Well, the Vulcans would have loved that... Towing the pride of Starfleet back to base. Maybe we should thank our visitors for blowing up the subspace amplifiers. ( console beeping) It's holding at .05. Keep an eye on it. Are you looking forward to seeing Earth? Sure. I just didn't think I'd be seeing it so soon. This time, we won't be leaving before we're ready. Are your ears a little pointier than usual? I nev... I never said we didn't belong out here. I just wish we'd have... launched with all our systems on line. Especially weapons. If we hadn't launched when we did, they'd have sent Klaang back to Kronos in a box. I keep reminding myself of that. But I rushed us out of Spacedock because I had something to prove. And I risked the lives of... 81 humans, a Vulcan, and a Denobulan to do it. Don't forget Porthos. ( chuckles) Thanks. In the old days, astronauts rode rockets with millions of liters of hydrogen burning under their seats. You think they said, Gee, I'd love to go to the moon today, but it seems a little risky? I think if you asked anyone on board whether they thought this mission was worth the risk, you'd get the same answer from every one of them. Let me know when we're ready to go to warp. Aye, sir. Have you still got those guns of yours hooked up to the impulse engines? I'm just disconnecting them now. Hang on a minute. You're sure this will work? Yes, Commander, I am. Then based on the recommendation of the Armory Officer, the Chief Engineer finds the level of risk acceptable. In that case, if the Chief Engineer wouldn't mind getting his hands dirty, I could use some help. Captain's Starlog, September 1, 2151. It's been two days now with no sign of the alien vessel. My crew has managed to do in 48 hours what would've taken the armory team at Jupiter Station at least a week. To say that I'm proud of them would be an understatement. We're preparing our first test. Everybody has their fingers crossed, including me. You're sure there's nothing down there? Yes, Captain. Not even a microbe? I don't want to blow up something that could evolve into a sentient species in a couple of billion years. There's nothing there. Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Have you got a lock? Yes, Captain. Let's start small. Shave a couple meters off the top of that peak. Acquiring the target. ( console beeping) Full power to the primary coils. Phase cannons one and two standing by. Mr. Reed, the honor is all yours. I just asked for a little off the top. Check the cannons! Yes, sir. Be careful down there. The blast yield was ten times what we expected. What happened? Something overloaded the phase modulators. The plasma recoil blew out relays across decks C and D. I'm getting an anomalous reading from Launch Bay 2. Trip, T'Pol. There. What's that? You think that's what's causing the power surge? It's very likely. It's putting out a tremendous amount of energy. Over 600 megajoules. They're toying with us. They want us to know they can destroy us whenever they want. Even with our own weapons. Whatever it is, it's tapped into most of our systems, including internal sensors and communications on every deck. Activate Visual Sensor J-15. I assume you planted that device because you wanted to learn more about us. I'll be happy to give you a quick lesson. We're not here to make enemies. But just because we're not looking for a fight, doesn't mean we'll run away from one. You may think you've left us defenseless. But let me tell you something about humans. We don't give up easily. We'll protect Enterprise... any way we can. Doctor? I'll be with you in a moment, Ensign. I see you released your patients. Mm, they're going to be fine. I sent them back to their quarters to rest. That's good to hear. What can I do for you? You spend a lot of time in the Mess Hall. Have you ever had a meal with Lieutenant Reed? Many times. Any idea what his favorite food might be? Ah, the birthday dinner, hmm... Uh, well, the man loves a good eakfast. Like what? Eggs, I've seen him eat a lot of eggs. How does he like them? Oh, scrambled, poached, over easy. Maybe Chef could make him a big omelet. Oh, and he enjoys pancakes, on occasion. He has the odd habit of spreading peanut butter on them. Uh, sausage, that's another favorite. Oh, bacon, too, come to think of it. Is there any one food in particular? Hmm... Not that I recall. Breaking a Vulcan encryption code would be easier than this. If anything comes to mind, I'll let you know. I don't suppose scanning his taste buds would help? Medically speaking, there's no accounting for taste. Thanks anyway. Mm-hmm. Bromelin! Sorry? I think I can help you, Ensign. ( chuckles) Mm, but it would mean going into Mr. Reed's medical records. That information is confidential. I'm under direct orders from the Captain. Couldn't you make an exception? Under the circumstances, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Ah... Ah, I've made it a point to study each crewman's medical history. And I remember noticing that Lieutenant Reed suffers from a number of allergies. Let's see, dust mites, oak, pollen, tropical grasses... ah-ha-ha, here it is! He's averse to various plant enzymes, including omelin. What does all of this have to do with what he likes to eat? Over the last several years, he's been taking regular injections so that his body can tolerate omelin. A plant enzyme? Yes. Found in? Among other things... pineapple. Pineapple! This doesn't mean it's his favorite food. It's close enough. Thank you, Doctor. ( door closes) It's them. Where are they? Closing from astern. 20,000 meters. Fifteen... Should I try evasive maneuvers? No. Come about and hold our position. Bridge to the Armory. Guess who's back? We see them. Both forward cannons are charged and ready. Get a lock and stand by. T' They've stopped. 11,000 meters. We're being hailed. Put it through. ( Archer's voice): defenseless. Prepare to surrender your vessel. You are defenseless. Prepare to... Shut it off. You are defen... 10,000 meters. Nine... Mr. Reed... both cannons, fire. I'm reading a fluctuation in their shielding, but it's marginal. 5,000 meters. Is that the best we can do, Lieutenant?! Even if these cannons had been installed at Jupiter Station, they wouldn't be any more effective than they are now. What about yesterday? I saw you blow something up the size of Mount McKinley. Yes, sir, but that was due to an overload. Can you overload them again? Sir, after the damage from the first time, the plasma recoil will probably knock out two decks. Can you overload them again?! I believe so. I'd rather knock out two decks than surrender this ship. But, sir... Hold on a minute. I think there's a way to handle the recoil. How? All that excess energy's got to go somewhere. Why not put it to use? 3,000 meters. If we repolarize the gravity plating to absorb the recoil, then we can shunt the energy to structural integrity. Sounds good to me. The grav-plating wasn't designed to withstand that much force. We all understand the risks. Get started. Aye, sir. 1,000 meters. Malcolm? Stand by. Trip? We're ready, sir. Then fire! ( explosion) ( console beeping) Their shields are failing. Torpedoes. Bridge to the Armory. Everything okay down there? We blew out the plasma relays on B-Deck, but it's nothing we can't take care of. What about our friends? I have a feeling their repairs are going to be a little more extensive. How'd the cannons hold up? Fairly well. I'll have them back on line within the hour. The aft cannon should be working by the end of day tomorrow. Good work. Well... I see no reason for us to go back to Jupiter Station now. Do you? No. At least there's one good thing about coming back this far. We can drop another subspace amplifier. Get on it. Travis... resume our previous course. Gladly, sir. To our mysterious friends. I wish I could've seen the looks on their faces. Hear, hear. Don't get too used to drinking on duty. ( chuckles) But you did your jobs pretty damn well yesterday. I'd say that deserves a little cele ation. Cheers. If you really want to thank us, how about letting us sleep in tomorrow? ( laughing) Permission granted. Hoshi, what can we do for you? Sorry to interrupt, Captain. I have that component that you asked for. Great, put it down right here. Hmm. As long as we've got you here, Malcolm... Happy birthday. You shouldn't have gone to any trouble. Oh, no trouble at all. Mr. Reed, the honor is yours. Pineapple! That's my favorite... How on Earth did you know? We have our sources. ( chuckles)
( humming) Good morning, everyone. ( continues humming) ( chirping and fluttering noises) ( chuckles) Be patient. ( rustling) Ah-ah-ah-ah! ( bubbling) ( chuckles) Ah! Someone had a busy night. Don't worry. ( chirping) I didn't forget you. Now... Let's try it without biting my fingers this time, hmm? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. People are getting jealous. You get more letters from home than anyone on this ship. What's her name? It's nothing like that. They're from Dr. Lucas, he's a colleague from the Interspecies Medical Exchange. I didn't know there were humans serving on Denobula. He's the first. He helped me get settled in when I came to San Francisco. I'm trying to return the favor. I had a pen pal once, when I was 12, from Brisbane, Australia. I loved getting her letters. It was like this little window into distant places with strange-sounding names. The curiosity of an explorer, even then. Are we still on for later? Oh, yes. I'm looking forward to it. If you think you're ready, we can tackle gerunds today. I can hardly wait. ( recorded voice): My dear Dr. Phlox, it's me again, Jeremy. I hope you are well. It's been a hell of a week here... Wall-to-wall emergencies and three midnight deliveries. It's mating season, so you know how that goes. I thought human reproduction was complicated. You Denobulans make us look like single-cell organisms. Dear Dr. Lucas, sorry to hear about your difficult week. I know the rigors of mating season only too well. It might help to bear in mind that a dose of niaxilin can be quite effective in separating the two... combatants. It sounds like you've settled into your new living quarters. That part of the city has some very lively Kaybin bars along the river. Up here, Doc! They're open all night, if I recall. Please, don't venture inside them unescorted. They can be quite disturbing to the uninitiated. He was trying to reroute a nitrogen valve and the seal blew. How bad is it? Oh, it's superficial. Only first degree burns. A little dermaline gel should do the trick. Most of my work is fairly routine... Scrapes and uises, the occasional emergency. And you'll be pleased to hear that the crew finally seems to be growing accustomed to an alien doctor on board. I must admit, I wasn't planning to stay this long, but the opportunity to observe your species on their first deep space venture has proven irresistible. Lieutenant! I saved a seat for you. Another time, Doctor. I'm due back in the Armory. It's a bit daunting at times, trying to socialize with the crew, form friendships, but our profession guarantees that sooner or later, everyone comes to see us. It makes interaction quite a bit easier. It's just a little gastrointestinal distress. He hasn't been himself lately. Well, you've been feeding him cheese again, haven't you? You've got to learn how to say no, Captain. No more dairy products, you hear that? Doctor's orders. I never thought I'd meet a species that forges such intimate bonds with lesser creatures. It's surprising, the things you humans choose to invest your emotions in. Sorry to bother you with this. No bother. He was one of my more cooperative patients today. Thanks, Doc. See all the trouble you cause? I've noticed how the Captain seems to anthropomorphize his pet. He even talks to the creature, although I'm fairly certain it has no idea what he's saying. Then again, I've been known to speak to my Pyrithian bat on occasion. We won't be going to America this time, but always, I go with you wherever you go, understand? You go now, Maria. No, I stay with you... No, Maria. What I do now, I do alone. I couldn't do it if you were here. If you go, then I go, too. Don't you see how it is? Whichever one there is... No! No... We can go, if you're bored. No, no. I'd like to stay and see what happens. Shh! You won't be disappointed. The ending's classic. No, not the film. I'm sensing a rising emotional undercurrent in the room. I'm curious to see if it culminates in some kind of group response. They don't have movies where you come from, do they? We had something similar, a few hundred years ago, but they lost their appeal when people discovered their real lives were more interesting. Still, it's nice to take a eak from your life every now and then, don't you think? I suppose it is. ( shakes popcorn) Oh. ( crunching) ( sniffling) Something in my eye. ( chuckles) It's remarkable, Doctor. Even fictional characters seem to elicit human compassion. My shipmates have calmly faced any number of dangers and yet, a simple movie can ing tears to their eyes. ( music swells) Temporal vein. Temporal vein. Internal maxillary. And what is the maxillary connected to? Posterior... auricular? Very good. The external jugular. Oh, uh... Superior vena cava. And that leads to? Oh, easy, the seat of all joy and sadness. ( chuckles) Physiologically, it is nothing more than a very efficient pump. What could possibly make you people think it is the source of all emotion? You know, you may know about our cardiopulmonary system, but you have a lot to learn about the human heart. This is me. Good night. Oh, Doctor... I just wanted to thank you. It was fun tonight. You're welcome. Uh, they're showing another one next week. Sunset Boulevard. I think you might like it. I'm sure I will. Um, see you tomorrow? Sorry, I forgot. Denobulans don't like to be touched. It's all right. I'm trying to shed some of my cultural inhibitions. Oh, in that case... Good night. Since we were on the subject of mating, I think Crewman Cutler may be romantically interested in me. I can't be certain, however. The pheromones of human females aren't as potent as Denobulans'. Are there any inhabited systems nearby? There's a Minshara-Class planet less than a light-year away. The ship's not answering our hails, Captain. It's definitely pre-warp, sir. Could be unmanned. Maybe a probe of some kind. Any bio-signs? Two, but they're very faint. Bring it into Launch Bay 2, and tell Dr. Phlox he might have a couple of patients. We... found your ship adrift. We thought we might be able to help. Trenakadula ta? Morana dunnat? I need a little more. I'm Jonathan Archer. You're on the Starship Enterprise. Kandala va gonsh. Yorata vala? Can you understand me? Who are you? What planet? Earth. We are from Earth. This is a warp vessel? Yes. We left Valakis over a year ago, along with three other ships. Why? You must have noticed our condition by now. I detected the illness. 12 million of us died the year before we left. I can only imagine how many have died since. Our doctors can't find a cure, but a more advanced people, people with warp technology like you, your medical science must be more effective. You've encountered other warp-capable species? M'klexa and the Ferengi. They both visited our world. Do you know them? No. Are you the ship's doctor? I am. My people are dying. Will you allow him to help us? Any thoughts? They did come looking for us and considering they've already met two other warp-capable species... the risk of contamination seems... acceptable. See what you can do. Thank you. If this letter arrives later than usual, Doctor, I hope you'll forgive me. I've been presented with a rather unusual case involving a pair of alien astronauts. It may not surprise you that they landed in my Sick Bay through an act of human compassion. I said before that my duties entail the occasional emergency. Emergencies, it seems, come in all shapes and sizes. I was once nearly overwhelmed by 50 patients in a refugee camp on Matalas. Captain Archer is now asking me to take responsibility for over 50 million. ( both speaking Denobulan) Um... It's a nostril? I've noticed you and Crewman Cutler spending a lot of time together. Is there something going on between you two? In Denobulan, please. Um... I believe the word you're searching for is dating. ( speaks Denobulan) Well, are you? ( sighs) There are ways you can tell. To make physical contact? Well, she did kiss me on the cheek the other night. In Denobulan, Doctor. I beg your pardon? Couple. Cute couple. It's pretty crowded out there. A lot of spacecraft and artificial satellites. Nothing I can't avoid, sir. Put us in a low orbit, Travis. They're expecting us. The Captain has committed all our resources to helping people he didn't even know existed two days ago. Once again, I am struck by your species' desire to help others. It seems the more aggressively we treat the illness, the more resistant it becomes. What's the current rate of infection? One out of three. It's a full-blown epidemic. These are in the most advanced stage. You're treating them with a synthetic antibody? It's effective at first, but the disease mutates. Once it moves into the respiratory system, there's no way of controlling it. Pulmonary failure usually follows in a few days. Captain, treatment with priaxate should ease the symptoms in the sickest patients, at least temporarily. I can easily show the Valakians how to synthesize as much as they need. Go ahead. I'll need all the lab work you have and case histories of patients in every stage of the disease. Certainly. Excuse me. We're the ones that ought him here. Can you tell me how he's doing? Dak mul ahna. I'm sorry. Could you say that again? We should assign some crewmen to watch Dr. Phlox and his equipment. I don't think these people are about to steal anything. Your experience with lesser civilizations is limited, Captain. You might be surprised what a temptation our technology can be. Dak mul ahna. Kal ah ku dah. Dak mul ahna. Kal ah ku dah. Hoshi? Captain, the U.T. can't translate his language. Dukat ah pra kee, Larr. He doesn't speak the same language as you? No, he's Menk. They're not as evolved as Valakians, but they're very hard workers. They're indigenous to this planet? Is that so strange? On most of the planets we've encountered, only one species of humanoids survived the evolutionary process. You two are not from the same planet? No. We may look alike, but the similarity ends there. I don't see any Menk patients here. Where are they being treated? They haven't contracted the disease. Have you looked into their immunity? It was one of the first things we pursued, but Menk and Valakian are physiologically incompatible. Still, it could be significant. I'd like to see your data on the Menk as well. Of course. I had meant to transmit this letter by now, but the Valakian epidemic has been taking up most of my time. Working with the physicians here has been quite fulfilling. I suppose it's the reason we joined the Interspecies Medical Exchange, but I worry about falsely raising their hopes. Despite Captain Archer's confidence in me, I'm afraid the scale of the disaster may outweigh our best intentions. I've decided to enlist Crewman Cutler's help in my task. So what are the Menk like? You'll have the chance to see for yourself. You're a trained exobiologist. I'd find your assistance in the field invaluable. Thank you, Doctor. On a personal note, the affection Crewman Cutler is showing has left me a bit perplexed, so I've decided to discuss it with the one person on board who might understand the complexities of the situation. That's impossible. It's nothing to be ashamed of. My teeth were sealed with a tri-fluorinate compound 23 years ago. Well, normal wear and tear has allowed some decay to sneak in. See for yourself, hmm? There, on your anterior tricuspid. I'm sure you have more pressing concerns. I'll come back later. I'm waiting for the computer to analyze some tissue samples. It'll only take a moment to repair. Open, please. Wider. Um... you've lived among humans for quite some time now, Subcommander. I'm curious, have you ever known them to mate outside their species? ( mumbling) Ah! There it is. Are you asking out of personal interest or scientific curiosity? Both, I suppose. There's a crewman on board I've become close with. I think she's attracted to me. In my experience, humans lack the... emotional maturity for interspecies relationships. They tend to be easily infatuated with things they find new. This crewman may simply be satisfying her curiosity at your expense. Open. Subcommander T'Pol has a very pragmatic view of the universe. I admire her logic, although she lacks the instinctiveness that a more emotional response can provide. Somehow, I find this unsettling. There. That wasn't so bad. Thanks for your insights. Be careful. ( door chimes) Come in. You asked to see me, Captain? I just got a call from the director of the clinic. He's eager to hear if you've made any progress. Doctor? I've developed a medication to ease the symptoms of the disease. But... But? This epidemic isn't being caused by a virus or bacteria. The proteins that bind their chromosomes are deteriorating. Their illness is genetic. It's been going on for thousands of years, but the rate of mutation has accelerated over the last few generations. Based on my projections, the Valakians will be extinct in less than two centuries. I wish I had better news. What about a cure? Genetic abnormalities on this level are very difficult to reverse. But not impossible. No. I still believe the Menk immunity could be the key to a cure. I plan to study them in more detail. Take all the time you need. When I began to practice medicine, I had no idea it would take me on journeys to other worlds. Every species I encounter allows me to explore a new physiology. At the moment, I find myself in the enviable position of studying two humanoids from the same planet. It's a rare and exciting opportunity. Tell them we'd like to run some tests, take samples of their blood. It will be completely painless. Kuhl toh-bah. Kuhl pra toh-bah aren so l'tee. Y'lyn parum ta see etta'j. He's says they'd be happy to help. As fascinating as the two species are from a biological standpoint, it's their ability to coexist that intrigues me the most. The Valakians are highly evolved, technologically advanced, while the Menk are relatively primitive by comparison. To my surprise, the two seem to be living side-by-side, peacefully. Pra du matta. Pra ducat matta ku mam-pah. ( device humming) Koh u'tah? He wants to know what you're doing. Have you learned enough Menk to explain a molecular bioscan? Doctor... um... e'satta prah ku... ku Valakii. What'd you say? I told him the doctor was looking inside of him. Thank you. Tik-tik. Nan dah. You're welcome. Neek. Ra'sata... Food. Did he just say food? Ra'sata. Food. Have you been teaching him English? No, he must have picked it up by listening to us. Hmm, perhaps we found an assistant com officer. No food. Tik-tik. Tik-tik. Hmm, I haven't seen any crops or livestock. I wonder where they get this. Larr, ku ra'sata gol dach? Pah ku mano. N'da tom-ah. He says the soil here isn't good for planting. Gol dach puu kani Valakii. H'rat ah tyba si ohno. The Valakians don't let them live where the land is fertile. Valakii fora t'let ra'sata kee, akem, pinj erana. The Valakians give them whatever they need: food, clothing, medicine. Menk a'kata y' Valakii. He says the Valakians are good to them. They protect them. Mmm. Despite the Menk's insistence that they're treated well, my human crewmates seem to see things differently. Tik-tik. Well, that's the last one. They think the Menk are being exploited by the Valakians, so their first instinct is to rise to their defense, despite the fact that the Menk don't appear to need or want a defender. Wait a moment. Impressive. What'd he do? He's grouped the samples together by family. Cross-referenced by bloodlines and marriage if I'm interpreting the color codes correctly. Tik-tik. On the surface, the Menk appear to be a primitive species, unsophisticated even by human standards... No offense. But their abilities appear to have been underestimated, even by myself. It seems like a vacation, if I didn't keep remembering why we were here. I'm going to help Larr finish packing up. He's back on duty at the hospital in an hour. This really doesn't bother you. What? The way the Valakians treat them. Why should it? On most worlds with two humanoid species, one would have driven the other to extinction. Here, they've developed a symbiotic relationship that seems to work quite well. They force the Menk to live in compounds. They treat them almost like pets. Their culture is different. It's... their way. Doesn't make it right. Are you married, Crewman? Of course not. I would have told you. I'm married. You are? Three times. So, you have two ex-wives? I have three current wives and they each have two husbands, not counting myself. Is that considered normal for Denobulans? Quite. Why are you telling me this? I've been getting certain signals from you that suggest you may be interested in a romantic relationship with me. Oh... Unless I misinterpreted those signals. You didn't. But I still don't know why you're telling me this. You need to know that my culture is different. That doesn't matter. It doesn't? This culture's different, that seems to matter to you a great deal. Phlox... as far as your extended family goes, I'm not interested in becoming wife number four. I just want to be your friend. What do you mean by friend? Let's just see where it goes. Captain... I'm glad you could come. It was no problem. How are you feeling? The medication you gave us helps with the pain. But my... prognosis hasn't changed. We're trying to do something about that. I have a lot of faith in Dr. Phlox. I wanted to thank you for getting me home before it was too late. It took us a year to get out to where you found us; you ought us home in a day. We started out in ships very similar to yours. Someday you'll be traveling just as fast as we are. Someday may not be soon enough. If your doctor can't help us, we need to keep searching for others that can. We need warp drive. A million more of us will die before our next ship even leaves this system. With warp engines, we won't have to wait for people to find us. We can seek help on our own. You may not find that everyone you meet wants to help you. Still, we have to try. ( communicator beeps) Archer. It's Phlox, Captain. We've collected all the samples. I'll meet you at the shuttlepod. Archer out. Anything to report? We've received 29 hails in the past two hours. From whom? Apparently, word of our arrival has spread quickly. Other clinics are requesting help. Two orbital spacecraft approached us while you were on the planet. They mistakenly believed that we already had a cure. We had to turn them away. Do you have a minute? The Valakians want our warp technology. What did you tell them? That I'd think about it. And? Safe to say I know where you stand on the subject. Even if you give them our reactor schematics, they don't have the technical expertise to build a warp engine. They have no experience working with antimatter. I doubt they even realize how dangerous it is. They're not ready. Then your decision shouldn't be difficult. We could stay and help them. The Vulcans stayed to help Earth 90 years ago. We're still there. I never thought I'd say this, but... I'm beginning to understand how the Vulcans must have felt. ( door opens) Trouble sleeping, Captain? Looks like I'm not the only one. Actually, Denobulans require very little rest. Unless you count our annual hibernation cycle. Am I going to be without my doctor this winter? Only for six days. Maybe I'll join you. Any progress? The research has been challenging to say the least. A cure, Doctor... have you found a cure? Even if I could find one, I'm not sure it would be ethical. Ethical? We'd be interfering with an evolutionary process that has been going on for thousands of years. Every time you treat an illness, you're interfering. That's what doctors do. You're forgetting about the Menk. What about the Menk? I've been studying their genome as well and I've seen evidence of increasing intelligence, motor skills, linguistic abilities... Unlike the Valakians, they appear to be in the process of an evolutionary awakening. It may take millennia. But the Menk have the potential to become the dominant species on this planet. And that won't happen as long as the Valakians are around. If the Menk are to flourish, they need an opportunity to survive on their own. Now what are you suggesting? We choose one species over the other? All I'm saying is that we let nature make the choice. The hell with nature. You're a doctor. You have a moral obligation to help people who are suffering. I'm also a scientist and I'm obligated to consider the larger issues. 35,000 years ago, your species coexisted with other humanoids, isn't that correct? Go ahead. What if an alien race had interfered and given the Neanderthals an evolutionary advantage? Fortunately for you, they didn't. I appreciate your perspective on all of this. But we're talking about something that might happen... might happen... thousands of years from now. They've asked for our help. I am not prepared to walk away based on a theory. Evolution is more than a theory. It is a fundamental scientific principle. Forgive me for saying so... but I believe your compassion for these people is affecting your judgment. My compassion guides my judgment. Captain... Can you find a cure? Doctor? I already have. Two days ago when we first discovered the alien shuttle, I had no idea that I'd be facing a dilemma of this magnitude. For the first time, I find myself in conflict with my Captain. But he is my Captain, and he's placed a great deal of trust in me. I believe I owe him the same. I only hope that he is willing to look beyond his sympathy for these poor people. ( door opens) Doctor. Captain. I'm... going down to the Valakian hospital. Sir... it would go against all my principles if I didn't ask you to reconsider... I have reconsidered. I spent the whole night reconsidering. And what I've decided goes against all my principles. Someday, my people are going to come up with some sort of a doctrine, something that tells us what we can and can't do out here, should and shouldn't do. But until somebody tells me that they've drafted that directive, I'm going to have to remind myself every day that we didn't come out here to play God. I'd like to think, Dr. Lucas, that if I had a chance to talk to you face-to-face, you'd have never let me even consider withholding my findings from the Captain. But I'm ashamed to say, I almost did just that. Phlox tells me this medicine will help ease the symptoms... for a decade... maybe more. A lot can happen in that time. I wouldn't be surprised if you developed a cure on your own. And if we don't? With a warp-capable starship, our chances would be greatly improved. I'm sorry. This will give you detailed instructions on how to synthesize more of the medicine. We appreciate everything you've done. If I hadn't trusted him to make the right choice, I'd have been no better than the Vulcan diplomats who held your species back because they felt you couldn't make proper decisions on your own. I came very close to misjudging Jonathan Archer. But this incident has helped me gain a new respect for him. Happiness and health to you, Doctor. Your, uh... dedicated colleague, Phlox. You wanted to see me? Please. For Dr. Lucas. It'll go out first thing in the morning. Everything all right? Fine. Fine. The past few days have been... taxing. Want my advice? Get out of Sick Bay. Yes. Perhaps you're right. Good night. Good night. Phlox to Crewman Cutler. Go ahead. I, uh, know it's short notice, but... I was wondering if you might like to join me for a little snack in the Mess Hall. I could use a, uh, a friend right about now. Ten minutes? Thank you. ( sighs) Sweet dreams.
You have a ten second firing window. Ready? Ready. Go. Time. Any better? Your hit-to-miss ratio is still below 50 percent. If those had been live rounds, you'd have blown out two or three bulkheads. I never had this much trouble with the EM-33. This is an entirely new weapon. Unlike the EM-33, you don't have to compensate for particle drift. Just point straight at the target. And try and keep your shoulders relaxed. It's hard to aim accurately when you're tense. ( coughs) You all right? Yeah, fine. You'll get the hang of it. Let's try for 20 seconds this time. ( engines powering down) I thought we were staying at warp for the next few days. Oh, we're approaching a gas giant... Class-9. So much for target practice. We'll pick it up tomorrow. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The probe's entered the outer atmosphere. Can we clean up the signal? I'm trying, sir. There's a lot of EM interference that sounds very strange. Intense magnetic fields often create unique waveforms. Let's hear them. ( eerie, melodic howling) Siren calls. That's what we called them when I was a kid. My dad would put them through the speakers whenever we flew by a gas giant. It gave me nightmares sometimes. T' Other than keeping Ensign Mayweather up at night, I'm not sure what we expect to accomplish here. There are four gas giants in your own solar system. None of them are Class-9. I think this one's worth a closer look. ( console beeping) I'm reading an anomalous power signature in the lower atmosphere. And several bio-signs. Get the probe closer. Aye, sir. We can travel faster than the speed of light. You'd think we could find a cure for the common cold. You should be grateful a human cold is so mild. I once had a patient with the Kamaraazite flu. He sneezed so violently, he nearly regurgitated his pineal gland. I don't see how I could actually catch a cold on a hermetically sealed starship. Oh, you may have picked up a virus from a piece of equipment. It could have been lurking inside a sealed container. I did open a case of plasma coolant. Whoever packed that case was probably nursing a cold. But that was back at Spacedock five months ago. You underestimate the tenacity of a virus, Lieutenant. It can lay dormant for months... adapt to whatever environment it finds itself in. This should ease the symptoms. But the only cure I know of involves bed rest. Oh, no, that'll have to wait. The Captain wants me on the team investigating that shipwreck. Ah. Well, you won't be contagious inside an environment suit. Just try not to sneeze in your helmet. I'll do my best. ( door chimes) Come in. Hoshi. Do you have a minute, sir? Of course. What's on your mind? That shipwreck. We have no idea what type of life-forms we'll find on that alien vessel and... there's a lot of interference in the atmosphere. Are you sure the away team won't need a translator? They have their U.T.s. And we'll try to keep an open com link. What about the language on the control panels, the hatches? They might need someone to help them find their way around. Are you trying to tell me something? I realize that I haven't always been the first one in line to volunteer for this type of mission, but I want you to know that I am prepared to go. Took a while, but I think I finally got my space legs. I never doubted that you'd find them. Your timing couldn't be better. T'Pol just asked me to assign you to the team. You'd better get to the Launch Bay before they leave without you. Aye, sir. I thought you were acquainted with the environmental suit. I am. I'm just ushing up on the backup systems. I wouldn't want the emergency oxygen to fail during a hull each. Trust me, Ensign. If there's a hull each, the pressure will crush you into something about this big. I requested you for your skills as a translator, but if you're uncomfortable... I am perfectly comfortable. I used to find the suits a little claustrophobic, but I'm getting used to them. I'll see you in the shuttlepod. It's 100 kilometers below us. Still descending. Gravity's pulling it deeper into the atmosphere. At their current altitude, the pressure is 15,000 GSC. That's well within our hull tolerance. For the moment. But at the rate that vessel is sinking, we'll have an hour at most. You sound uncomfortable, Subcommander. I'm merely stating facts. We'll be on our way back well before we're in any danger. I, for one, have no interest in imploding a valuable shuttlepod. Or three valuable officers. ( alarm beeps) We've entered an eddy of liquid helium. We're clear. That wasn't so bad. 100 meters. Is that a hatch on the port side? I see it. 50 meters. 40... ( alarm beeps) What's that? It's just the proximity alarm. 20 meters. Ten... Engaging docking interface. Nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere. Carbon dioxide levels are high, but nothing's toxic. It's eathable. You first. ( sniffs) Perhaps we should leave the helmets on. What is it? ( coughs) You can't smell that? No. This damn cold. Count your blessings. You two might want to take a look at this. It says deck two, red sector. What language? Klingon. I thought you knew Klingon ships. Why didn't you recognize this one from the outside? There are many classes of ships. I'm not familiar with all of them. So, I'm assuming you don't know how many Klingons are on board. I'm reading three bio-signs. That way. All very weak. How weak? They're still alive. We should leave before they regain consciousness. And what if they don't? The atmosphere is going to crush their ship like an eggshell pretty soon. Shouldn't we try to help them? They don't want our help. How do you know? They're Klingons. To die at their post assures them a path to the afterlife. If we rescue them, they'd be dishonored. Well, I, for one, don't intend to just fly off and let these people die, honorable deaths or not. Your compassion is admirable, but misguided. If they awake and find us on their ship, they'll kill us. How many are there? Three on the Bridge. But I'm detecting at least nine more bio-signs on board. You can't tell what happened to them? I'm detecting residual amounts of a carbon- dioxide-based neurotoxin, but it seems to have dissipated. There's not enough to affect us. Stand by. How long is the pod's hull going to hold up? At their present rate of descent... half hour, give or take. T'Pol... Yes, Captain. You've got 20 minutes to see if you can do anything for that crew. Then I want you out of there. Understood? I don't believe there's anything we can do in 20 minutes. I suggest we leave now. You have a margin of safety... ( transmission fades to static) Captain? ( radio static) T'Pol to Enterprise. ( static) Damn interference. T' Or we've dropped out of com range. We still have 20 minutes. T' It doesn't make sense to place ourselves at risk when they'd rather die. There must be something we can do. Maybe they have a distress beacon we can activate. I doubt you'll find one. Klingons don't call for help. What if we carry some of them into the pod? We could save three or four. And if they wake up on the trip back to Enterprise? ( airlock cycles) ( screams) ( grunts) ( whooshing rumble) What's that? It's our shuttlepod taking off. Try it now. Archer to T'Pol. What's your status? ( static) They're back in com range. Captain. Shuttlepod 1, respond. Sir, they're heading into open space. We're picking up something. Duj-to! Chak wa kaH Deesh paklah! Kah Deesh paklah! Sounds like Klingon. I'll try to tie in the U.T. chak wa kaH Deesh paklah! KaH Deesh paklah! 'kiv Duj... in range. Respond. We've been attacked by an unknown ship... Designation Enterprise NX-01. Any warships in range, respond. Set a pursuit course. Aye, sir. Bring the grappler on line. We've got it. Bridge to Security. Send a team to Launch Bay 1. Trip. The Bridge is yours, Travis. Yes, sir. ( grunting) Everybody all right? Archer to the Bridge. Mayweather. Have you still got a fix on the shipwreck? Yes, sir. Transfer the coordinates to the Launch Bay. I'm going back for the boarding party. Sir, the alien ship sunk another 2,000 meters. It's below the shuttle's safety limits. Then polarize the hull plating. We'll take Enterprise down. There's got to be some way off this ship. What about escape pods? I don't know about the structural integrity of Klingon escape pods. My guess is we're better off in here. It's irrelevant, Lieutenant. Klingons don't use escape pods. It would be considered an act of cowardice to abandon ship. Maybe we can use their com system to contact Enterprise. I doubt their com will penetrate the EM field any better than our own. If we can access their helm controls, we might be able to put this vessel into a stable orbit. I haven't had much experience at piloting Klingon ships. We have no other choice. ( rumbling and creaking) Start translating those consoles. Look for anything marked propulsion, helm, navigation. I'll try, but reading Klingon is a lot different than speaking it. We could always try waking one of them to help us. All right. Kolat chack tabak... plasma containment maybe. You're certain? Containment. I'm certain. Pu'DaH dak cha... Something they call photon torpedoes. Photon torpedoes? I never heard of anything like that. What else? This all looks like weapon systems. Torpedoes, tactical sensors, disruptor arrays... What about this one? I recognize pressure. ka'tahl. That can mean wall or barrier? Or hull? Maybe. If I'm reading this correctly, we've got a few hours at most. The hull integrity is failing. Then we better hurry. This appears to be the helm station. I think you're right. Quee nagaH... impulse drive. Good work, Hoshi. ( beeping) ( alarm blaring) Hoshi? It says the pressure's failing in the J'khat baH... fusion manifold. Do you know what that means? To quote our very own Mr. Tucker, it means we're dead in the water. Archer to boarding party. Come in. We read you, Captain. How are you holding up? We're doing okay, sir. It's nice to hear your voice. What's your status? We've been attempting to restart their engines, but they appear to be off-line. Don't worry about it. We're coming to get you. Travis, how much farther? 10,000 meters. But I'm having a hard time getting a fix on them. Too much interference. Is our probe still working? Barely. Try using it to triangulate their position. The probe's gone! ( metal groaning) Sir, external pressure's at maximum. I'm afraid we've got a little hitch in our rescue plan. The hull plating is failing. We'll be back for you as soon as we can. In the meantime, just sit tight. See what you can do about getting ( static): those engines back on line. Captain, you're eaking up. Captain? Release me! Cowards! Let me die on my feet! T'Pol was right. There's a neurotoxin in her bloodstream. Untreated, it could kill her within a day or two. Can you do anything? I'm working on it. T'Pol said the Klingons were unconscious. Why is this one so lively? She's showing the effects of hypothermia. My guess is she took refuge in a low-temperature environment aboard her ship. The cold would have delayed the effects of the toxin. I demand to speak to your Captain. You know, I read if they sense a leader's weak, they'll try to kill him and take command. I'm the Captain. I have never seen your kind before, but you have made an enemy of the Klingon Empire. From what I've noticed, that's not hard to do. You stranded three of my people down there. You raided my vessel! Infected my crew! We didn't infect anyone. We boarded your ship to try and help. Liar. Look... I don't know what happened to your crew, but we had nothing to do with it. Now your vessel is sinking deeper into the atmosphere. Unless we do something, it'll be destroyed. Better that than let it fall into your hands. I've got three very capable people on your ship. Let them help. If you tell them how to get the engines running, they can fly it out of there. And fly it where? Back to your world to steal our secrets? No. When our birds-of-prey arrive, your ship will be destroyed. Remind me to stop trying to help people. I found these schematics in the Vulcan database. It's a Raptor-class scout vessel. How long will it last down there? Its hull's at least twice as thick as ours, reinforced with some kind of coherent molecular alloy. Yeah, it's a tough little ship, but it can't hold up under that pressure forever. What if we use duratanium aces to reinforce a shuttlepod? It won't look pretty, but... it might hold up long enough for us to get our people out. Our only other option is for T'Pol and Malcolm to fix a oken-down Klingon ship and fly it out themselves. I don't think we're going to get any help from our guest in Sick Bay. Get started on those aces. Keep an eye out for any Klingon ships coming this way. Aye, sir. Ah, the one time we need our Chief Engineer is the one time we leave him behind. Come look at this. OonoS Thrott! Nej joS mlch ka Xanant 'ach pagh. Bak Doj diS ko teHa! SeH da bat'lacH. S'taQ paH dena... Q'tahL-Class planet. We destroyed their ship, but we've sustained damage in our port fusion injector. We've descended into the outer atmosphere of a Q'tahL-Class planet to make repairs, in case there are other Xarantine ships in the area. ( coughing) My crew is falling ill and I have been unable to determine why. If we had died when the Xarantine attacked, our honor would be secure, but to fall victim to some disease... to be crushed into nothing... in the depths of this miserable planet... ( coughing) Sounds like we need to find the port fusion injector. Wait, I saw that somewhere. Here. One deck below us. It's in the reactor pit. Reactor pit? Could that be Engineering? Could be. This one? No. That says something about plasma induction. Here it is. Port fusion injector. ( both grunt) I think I might have made a tactical error dealing with the Klingon woman. I asked her for help. She could see that as a sign of weakness. You been boning up on your Klingon psychology? We've run into them three times, and every time they've wanted to destroy us. I'd love to figure out why. You know, maybe the best thing is just to steer clear of them. That might not be so easy, but we could use their help right now. If we could reestablish a com signal with T'Pol and the others, the Klingon woman could probably talk them through the repairs, but she's got a thousand generations of instinct telling her not to trust me. Well, maybe it's time you started thinking like a Klingon. ( agonized yell) Are you okay? Yes! I seem to be getting a little light-headed. Must be the heat. You're dehydrated. You need some water. I saw a galley on the schematics. Deck four, blue sector. I'll see what I can find. You shouldn't go alone. Watch yourselves. Ugh. It's called gagh. It's a Klingon delicacy, but only when they're alive. They look like worms. They are worms. ( gasps) ( scratching, scrabbling) ( roaring) targs. Klingons prefer their food freshly slaughtered. Are you all right? I promised myself I wouldn't do this. You're in a dangerous situation in an alien environment. Your anxiety is understandable. ( sighs) Don't you mean for a human? You can't deny your nature. This may sound strange... but I envy you sometimes. I know. Another... pesky human emotion. But there are times I wish I could just ignore my feelings, bury them the way Vulcans do. Take my hand. Excuse me? My hand. Close your eyes. Think of yourself on a turbulent ocean. You have the power to control the waves. Whatever it is you're trying to do, it's not working. Focus. The waves are subsiding. The water is growing still. You're in control. That was... amazing. When we return to the ship, I'll teach you how to do it on your own. Thanks. Lieutenant Reed, report. The hull pressure's approaching critical! This ship's about to be crushed! It'll work. If you're wrong, you could destroy the ship. ( creaking) Look, even with Hoshi's help, it could take hours just to find the fusion injector in here. We're out of time. I say we try the weapons. How do you know you can even access the tactical systems? If there's one thing on board this ship I ought to be able to figure out, it's the torpedoes. I'd like to run one more structural diagnostic before you launch. Qapla'. I beg your pardon? Success. I decided to take your advice about thinking like a Klingon. The Vulcan database has about 900 pages on them. Learn anything? Plenty. They're driven by a warrior mentality. They tend to view anyone they meet as a potential enemy. That may explain why our guest is so irritable. They also have a strong sense of duty. Uh, Heh CHo' mruak tah. Death before dishonor. Finish up that diagnostic. I'll be in Sick Bay. Going to go put your homework to use? Something like that. Please relax. If you strain against the straps, you might hurt yourself. What's that? Is that what you used against my crew? Dr. Phlox has developed an antidote to the neurotoxin in your system. Is this how you plan to gain my trust? First poison me, then miraculously cure me? Have you had a drink lately? What? The bio-agent that affected you and your crew was consumed, apparently in alcohol. Specifically, the toxin was bonded to a molecule unique to Xarantine ale. There was a raid. Yes? I can understand your not wanting to talk about it if the raid went badly for you. The Xarantines are no match for us! We attacked their outpost and took what we wanted. And that included some Xarantine ale? Did your whole crew drink it? The triumph belonged to all. I'll take that as a yes. It was that ale that infected you, not us. Think about it. When did your crew start getting sick? Was it right after the raid? After you cele ated your victory? This is a trick. Is it? How do you feel? Better or worse since the injection? We can make enough of this for your entire crew if it's not too late. ( sighs) What if this isn't a trick? What if we're telling you the truth? You'd be letting your crew die a very dishonorable death when you could have saved them. Can you live with that? 1,000 meters... 2,000... 3,000. No effect! We're still sinking. The shock wave dissipated before it reached us. We'll need to detonate one closer next time. ( metallic groaning) The ship's hull is under enough pressure already. If you detonate a torpedo too close... And if I don't? We need to generate a large enough shock wave to push us into a higher orbit. To do that, the blast has to be big and it has to be close. You heard the Subcommander. Load two this time. Sensor resolution's dropping off. This was your plan? To grope in the darkness and hope to stumble across my ship? That's how we found it the first time. ( alarm bleeping) What was that? Weapons fire. Where? Bearing 297 mark 261, down about two kilometers. Did it work? We've moved up, but only 200 meters. That's all? A compartment just collapsed, deck three, green sector. This whole damn ship's coming apart. How many torpedoes do we have left? Six. Load two more. It won't be enough. Load the weapons. We already tried... It didn't work. Ensign... She's right. We'll never reach a safe altitude climbing a few hundred meters at a time. The longer we stand around arguing the more ground we lose. Fire them all. What if we detonated all the torpedoes at once? We may gain enough altitude, but I doubt we'd make it in one piece. I don't know about you, but I'm willing to take the chance. We'll detonate at 800 meters. I was thinking more like 500. Look, I didn't come all this way to get crushed in the atmosphere of some anonymous gas giant. Loading ports one through six. Brace yourselves. Torpedoes armed. What is it? Another explosion. There's a shock wave this time. Hang on! ( communications beep) T'Pol. What have you been shooting at? We used the shock waves to gain some altitude, but it's only temporary. We'll start sinking again, unless we can come up with a way to get this ship out of here. I ought someone who should be able to help do just that. We're docking now. I believe you've all met Officer Bu'kaH. What's the status of their engines? The Klingon crew made most of the necessary repairs before they were overcome, but the port fusion injector is still damaged. I will tend to my own ship. I didn't ing you down here just so you could die with your shipmates. My crew risked their lives to get this ship out of danger. I don't intend to leave until the job's finished. Sir, there are two ships approaching at high warp. I think they're Klingon. How long till they get here? 16 minutes. ( console beeps) We're being hailed. It's the Captain! On screen. This is Klingon Raptor Somraw, hailing Enterprise. Request permission to disembark four passengers. Well, I don't see why not. I kept your seat warm for you. Thanks. Get ready to eak orbit, Travis. I think we've had about enough of this place. Aye, Captain. ( console beeps) It's the Raptor, sir. They're hailing us. Calling to say thanks? I doubt it. Put it through. What can I do for you? Prepare to surrender your vessel. Maybe your engineer neglected to tell you, but, uh, we just saved you and your crew. You violated our ship, accessed our weapons. It was either that or stand by and watch you get crushed. Disruptors! They're charging weapons. You wouldn't last ten seconds in a battle with us. You've got multiple hull eaches, your shields are down, and from what I'm told, you're fresh out of torpedoes. If I were you, I'd take what little honor I had left and go home. Fire one shot, and I'll blast you right back to where we found you. ( frustrated growl) They're moving off. Get us out of here before their friends show up. ( sighs) ( communicator beep) ( beep) Is someone going to get that? You're closer. ( beep) ( sighs) ( beep) ( beep) T'Pol. This is Dr. Phlox. You'll be happy to know that you're now free of any microbes or parasites. Your captivity in Decon is over. Are you sure, Doctor? Who knows what was living on that ship? What if we picked up something your scans can't detect? Well, I'm quite sure you didn't. I've run every possible test. Maybe you should run them again, Doctor. I believe I'm developing a slight... headache. Of course, if you insist. I wouldn't want to miss anything. Thank you, Doctor. ( sighing) That should buy us at least another half an hour. ( soft chuckling) Oh, I could stay in here all day. Mmm... Went to a spa once in Mexico. The most relaxing place I've ever been, but it doesn't compare to this. Oh, it certainly feels nice to be clean again. It is pleasant. Do you smell that? ( sniffs) I don't smell anything. Exactly. ( chuckling)
The loss to the Vulcan people is incalculable. P'Jem was one of our most revered sanctuaries. Ambassador... we are very sorry for your loss. But with all due respect, the High Command has to take some responsibility. You were using the monastery as a surveillance station. We were observing a dangerous and aggressive neighbor. The Andorians wouldn't have found the station, if your people hadn't interfered. They've been in space for six months and they've already destabilized an entire sector. I'm afraid I can't agree with that, Ambassador. This was a volatile situation long before Starfleet got involved. Perhaps if you'd been a little more open with us, this tragedy might have been avoided. We warned you something like this would happen. He's too impulsive. Captain Gardner would have made a far more suitable commanding officer. The Vulcan Consulate doesn't make command assignments here. There was a time when your people sought our guidance. I regret that time has passed. I've been recalled to Vulcan for consultation. In the meantime, our joint fleet operations have been suspended. MALE ( over com): Yes, Admiral? Get me Captain Archer. Aye, sir. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I noticed we changed course overnight. I found a new system in the Vulcan database... Coridan. They're only a few light-years away, so I thought we'd, uh, take a look. Inhabited? Just over three billion humanoids. Apparently, the Vulcans have a mining agreement with them. I had Hoshi send a message to their chancellor and she invited us to visit their capital city. Then I'll start shining my boots. I think I'll just take Hoshi this time. The chancellor asked me to limit the number of people I ing down, until they get to know us better. Oh. It's really too bad. According to the database, they've got the largest starship construction yards in the sector. They're supposed to have ships that can run circles around the Vulcans. Better than 6.5? They say... some Coridan ships have reached warp 7, but, nah, that's just a rumor. Warp 7? You should lend Hoshi your camera. I'll be sure she takes lots of pictures. Ah, you had me going there for a minute! ( chuckling): You're just too easy a target. So you're taking me, right? Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. I'm receiving a transmission from Starfleet Command. It's Admiral Forrest, sir. Was anyone killed? The Andorians gave the monks three hours before they started their bombardment. Fortunately, they all got out in time. How are the Vulcans taking this? Not well. I can't really blame the Andorians for reacting this way... Jon... If the roles were reversed, the Vulcans might have done the same thing. The Vulcans may have good reason for keeping an eye on them. I've seen the reports. These Andorian commandos are a dangerous group. That's the same crap the Vulcans used to say about us. Jon, you're doing a lot of good work, but you've got to be more careful. Earth can't be getting involved in interspecies conflicts. I understand. I'm afraid I've got some more bad news. ( door chimes) Come in. ( door opens, closes) Have a seat. I just spoke with Admiral Forrest. ( sighs) There's no easy way to say this. The Andorians destroyed the sanctuary at P'Jem. Were there any survivors? Fortunately, the monks... And the intelligence operatives... Were given advance warning. They're fine. Was there time to remove any of the relics? I don't know. The High Command believes we're to blame for this. They're... sending a ship to take you back to Vulcan. It'll be here in two days. I won't have time to complete my scans of this sector. I'll ask Ensign Mayweather to finish them. Maybe I wasn't clear. This isn't a temporary transfer. They're reassigning you. I understand the situation, Captain. I'm certain the High Command will find you a suitable replacement. Am I the only one who has a problem with this? Because you seem perfectly fine. My assignment to the Enterprise was only supposed to last eight days. It was unrealistic to expect it to continue indefinitely. The High Command is looking for a scapegoat... Someone to blame. They can't punish me, so they're taking it out on my Science Officer. Sounds like an emotional reaction, if you ask me. I am largely responsible for what happened. Don't give yourself too much credit. I was the one who found P'Jem in the database, and I led the landing party. I want you to know I'm filing a protest with the High Command. That won't make any difference. You don't know that. Captain... I was assigned to Enterprise not simply as an observer, but to represent the interests of the Vulcan people. It's clear in the eyes of my superiors, I haven't done that. They have no right to do this to you. You're a part of my crew. For another 48 hours. Was there anything else? No. ( door opens, closes) This is just another part of the joke, right? Sorry, Trip, but I've got to take T'Pol on this one. I need to spend some time with her alone. Now I know you're pulling my leg. T'Pol is being transferred. A Vulcan ship's on its way to take her back. What? Meet me for lunch; I'll fill you in. May I? I just heard about your transfer. I'm sorry you'll be leaving us. I'm sure you'll excel at whatever new assignment you're given. I haven't received another assignment. I assumed you were being promoted. My superiors believe that I'm responsible for the destruction of the P'Jem Sanctuary. Do you agree with their assessment? It's the logical conclusion. I'm certain the High Command would reconsider your transfer if they knew everything you've done for this crew. You realize you're not the first Vulcan officer to be posted aboard a human starship. The High Command has tried this before, but none of the others lasted more than a few weeks. They found their crewmates too chaotic and unpredictable. But you've been here more than six months, and you haven't merely tolerated this crew; you've become part of it. Isn't it logical to take pride in that accomplishment? Pride is a human indulgence. I suppose it is. ( clears throat) Oh, I have it on good authority that several crew members are planning a gathering in your honor. I believe it's called a going-away party. I'd keep on alert if I were you. So... what do you know about Coridan? There are three billion inhabitants, mostly concentrated in several cities in the equatorial region. I wasn't asking for the statistics. Your people have been coming here for decades. You must know something about their culture... Kinds of food they eat, what they do for fun. The Vulcan database doesn't contain that information. Of course not. I'm uncertain why I was chosen for this mission. These people have never seen humans before. It makes sense for someone with a familiar face to make the introductions. I have a lot of work to complete before the Vulcan ship arrives. Don't worry... I'll get you back in plenty of time. I just... thought you might enjoy one final mission with your Captain. Or maybe I should just take you back to Enterprise. We're only a few minutes from the capital. Returning to the ship now would be a waste of fuel. Enterprise to Captain Archer. Go ahead, Trip. We're reading a ship closing on you fast. I got it. Some kind of fixed-wing aircraft. Did the chancellor say anything about sending an escort? ( weapons blast) I don't think they're an escort. Alien vessel. Reduce to one-quarter power and adjust heading to 317 mark 5. I'm taking evasive action. Bring the plasma weapons on line. Ready. Fire. ( alarm buzzing) ( water dripping) Houdini could get out of this. T' Perhaps you should invite him on your next mission. Harry Houdini was a magician... an escape artist. He was famous for being able to free himself from any kind of restraint... Rope, chains, anything. That seems unlikely. That's why he was called a magician. Some people say he was double-jointed. I don't suppose Vulcans are double-jointed. Unfortunately, not. A Vulcan. What ings you to Coridan? If you want answers, talk to me. You're her superior? That's right. I don't recognize your species. I'm human. From the planet Earth. Never heard of Vulcans taking orders from anyone. There's been a misunderstanding. We're here at the invitation of your chancellor. She's not my chancellor. That government is kept in power by the Vulcans. If you're with them, you're on the wrong side. What kind of weapon is this? If you won't tell me... It's a phase-pistol. We'll put these to good use. I'm curious about your starship. What can you tell me about it? Our protein resequencer can make chicken sandwiches. T' Stop! He's not a tactical officer. He's the ship's steward. We're here to prepare a banquet for your chancellor. Your people have a reputation for truthfulness. You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Vulcan? Now I understand. You're the Captain, aren't you? Perhaps. Whoever you are, you picked the wrong time for a visit. A steward? We believe your shuttle was forced down by members of a radical faction. But since the attack took place outside our sensor grid, your officers won't be easy to find. You didn't tell us about any factions. They're a small group. We had no idea they were capable of an attack like this. But be assured, Commander, your people are almost certainly still alive. Almost certainly? The radicals will want something in exchange for the hostages. They always do. Side arms, dicobalt explosives. It's important that you don't give them anything. Is this how you protect your visitors? You might have told us about your little war before you invited us down. We're not at war, Commander. This is an isolated incident. I don't care what you call it. We just want to know where are people are. We are doing everything in our power to find them. We're not going to sit on our hands and wait for a ransom note. Start scanning for human and Vulcan bio-signs. There are billions of people down there. It could take days. It might be easier to locate the shuttlepod. I'll try, but if the pod's been powered down, it's almost impossible to pick up its signature. We've got to start somewhere. Ready? Yes. Go. ( grunts) Easy. ( both groan) Come on. Go. ( grunting) Oh! No! ( grunts) I think we got a little higher that time. Only a few centimeters. That's not frustration I hear in your voice? No. Good. Let's try it again. One, two, three. Ready? Yes. Go. I think these are starting to come loose. How about yours? Slightly. If we can turn around, face each other... We might be able to untie these knots. You'd think that Vulcan database might have mentioned these people were fighting a civil war. The database is accurate. The Coridan government doesn't view this as a civil war. I imagine your people are going to want their database back, too. Well, they can have it. Can you reach the knot? I believe so. Without the database, you wouldn't have found this planet... or P'Jem. You're not responsible for what happened. You didn't have any idea that your people had installed a listening post. Or that there were Andorian commandos there. Enterprise had no good reason to visit a Vulcan sanctuary. I had the opportunity to protest, but I chose not to. It's clear that living among humans has caused my reasoning to become compromised. I think I understand. You're running away because you're afraid to become one of us. I am not running away. Then why aren't you fighting this transfer? Your people took something away from my father that meant a lot to him. They're not going to do the same thing to me. Oh... ( grunts) Get his weapon. Stop! It's definitely a ditanium signature. About four kilometers outside the capital. It's practically under their noses. From what we can tell, the entire capital is surrounded by a shantytown. There are almost as many bio-signs on the outskirts as there are inside the city. Looks like these people have a lot to learn about building a free society. Have you found human or Vulcan bio-signs? Not yet. What about the pod's transponder? They must have switched it off. Sir, I've got a rescue team standing by in the Launch Bay. Hold on, Malcolm. We don't even know if this is our pod. I don't want to go down and find it's some alien tractor. It's our shuttlepod. I'm certain of it. All I'm suggesting is we go down and have a look around. Sir, we're being hailed. Audio only. Who is it? I can't tell. Put them through. Is this Enterprise? Yes. And you are? We're holding your Captain and your steward. In exchange for their safe return, we want 40 of your phase weapons. The same type we found aboard your shuttle. You'll be hailed at this time tomorrow. Wait, let me talk to the Captain. I'm sure you wouldn't want any harm to come to her. We'll rely on your full compliance. ( static) Hello? They've cut transmission. Were you able to trace it? They were using a triaxilating signal. They called the Captain her. Are we sure they've got the right hostages? At least it sounds like they're still alive. For how long? We don't have 40 phase-pistols. We've got 15. And even if we give them to these people, there's no guarantee they'll keep their word. We know where the shuttle is. We have to send a team down now, while we still have the element of surprise. ( console beeping) We're getting another transmission. Probably thought of something else they want. It's not from the planet. It's coming from a Vulcan ship... The Ni'Var. Put it up. Where's Captain Archer? He's not here right now. Can I help you? Inform him that we'll be arriving within the hour. You guys made great time. We weren't expecting you until tomorrow. You obviously made an error in your calculations. Please have Subcommander T'Pol ready to depart when we arrive. We've got a... bit of a problem. She's not here either. She and the Captain were on their way to the capital city when they were kidnapped. How convenient. I'm telling you, they were kidnapped. How do you know this? Maybe the ransom demand we just received gave us a clue. They threatened to kill them both if we didn't give them what they want. It would be irrational to kill the hostages. They would lose their negotiating position. Maybe we're not dealing with the most rational people down there. Did you consider that? Since this situation involves a Vulcan officer, we will take over the investigation. It would be best if you refrained from any foolish endeavors. What the hell's that supposed...? I'm getting real sick of being cut off. Your vessel is ill-equipped to mount a rescue mission. You would most likely become captives yourselves. My team will penetrate their base of operations. What does that mean? Sounds to me like you're planning an assault. Did it ever occur to you that that could get the Captain and T'Pol killed? We've dealt with this sort of threat in the past. Swift, decisive action is the logical response. You're awfully trigger-happy for someone who's repressed his emotions. They've threatened the life of a Vulcan officer. We must discourage any such incidents in the future. This isn't your planet. Maybe the Coridan government has something to say about this. I've already been in contact with the chancellor. She's given me full authority to implement this action. You don't really care what happens to them, do you? You probably wouldn't mind if they got caught in the crossfire. You'd consider it payback for what happened at P'Jem. It's not Vulcan policy to negotiate with terrorists. Not even if it saves lives? Any data you may have on the location of your Captain and the Subcommander would be useful. Sorry, we don't have anything. Warm up the shuttlepod. ( grunting) We can't eat like this. Friendly. ( grunts) ( grunts) Can you pick up yours? No. Dig in, Subcommander. I don't think you'll be able to send this back for some plomeek oth. I'm not hungry. I didn't ask if you were hungry. You need to keep up your strength, so eat. That's an order. Look at this. ( console beeping) We're being hailed. It's the Vulcans. Here we go. This is Sopek. Where's Commander Tucker? He's unavailable at the moment. Can I take a message? I want to know where that shuttlepod was going. What shuttlepod is that? The one that left your Launch Bay nine minutes ago. I really wouldn't know, sir. We get shuttlepods coming and going all the time. It's a little like Union Station around here. I want to know where Commander Tucker is. I'm sorry. Your transmission's eaking up. I guess not everyone gets to live in Emerald City. Yeah. ( grunting) You should have listened to the Vulcan. He warned you against doing anything foolish. What the hell are you doing here? Looking out for you pinkskins. If you had gone anywhere near that shuttlepod, you'd have been killed. They left it in the open for you to find. How do you know what Sopek told me? That was a secure transmission. Sopek is the senior Vulcan officer in the sector. Naturally, we keep him under close surveillance. We've been monitoring all Vulcan transmissions and ship deployments since the incident at P'Jem. We know they're preparing for a war against us. I'm no fan of the Vulcans, but they're not warmongers. There's already a war going on and the Vulcans are in the middle of it. Several rebel factions here are working to overthrow their government... A corrupt government that has very close ties to your peace-loving, logical friends. So, you and the rebels figure you both have a common enemy. The hostage-takers have no plans to return your Captain or the female. Once you deliver the weapons, they'll be killed. Fortunately for you, we have a relationship with the downtrodden here. You tried to kill us last time we met. Why are you trying to help us now? I haven't... slept well since our encounter at the Vulcan sanctuary. I don't like being indebted to anyone, least of all your Captain. You're right. You never would have found that spy station without his help. Once he's free, my debt will be repaid in full. Show them. Your people are being held here. These are barracks for the guards. How many? At least four inside the compound, two more up on the wall, here, and two guards outside the gate, all armed with particle weapons. How'd you get this level of detail? We have an operative inside the compound. Unless he's going to take out these guards, you're not going to have an easy time getting all the way to the hostages. It's not your concern. It is if you get the Captain killed. You're outnumbered four to one. Wouldn't you like to improve those odds? They could be useful. Give them their weapons. ( device beeping) Captain, can you hear me? Trip. It's me and Malcolm, sir. We're about half a kilometer away. Just the two of you? Not exactly. We met up with some old friends down here... Andorians. Apparently, one of them thinks he owes you a favor. He couldn't have picked a better time. One of the people guarding you is working with them. When he unties you, head for the gate. It's about 20 meters from the building you're in. Until he shows up, just sit tight. That won't be a problem. . ... Cold, isn't it? Andorian ale? It'll warm you up. ( clanging) Who's that? Ah, it's just my friend, nothing to... ( grunts and groans) Get off me! Hey, let me go. ( bottle shatters) ( grunts) What the hell is going on? ( grunts) Get down. Vulcans! Did you know they were planning to do this? You're the ones who have their com system bugged. Our escape plan's shot to hell. ( explosion) We've got to get them out of there. Good to see you, Captain. What's going on? The Vulcans crashed our rescue party. Thanks. I believe this is yours. It's the scanner she gave me from the Vulcan listening post. Seems you went to a lot of trouble to return it. I'm here for only one reason. I need a good night's sleep. My debt is repaid. Your presence here is a violation of the Tau Ceti Accords. You lecture us about treaty violations? Put down your weapons! I know better than to lower my guard around Vulcans. Look, we're all on the same side here. Let's get her to the ship. She's no longer your responsibility. We'll treat her on the Ni'Var. She's still my Science Officer. Is the pod close? Yes, sir. Let's go. You should be the one dying, not her. How is she? Her injuries were quite extensive. Will she live? I wish I could say. I know how you must feel. She saved my life once, too. She can be a real pain in the ass. Stubborn... arrogant... sometimes she makes me angry enough I want to shove her out an airlock. I can understand why the High Command's upset. But it took a lot of courage to step in front of that plasma bullet. Do you really want to take her back home in disgrace? Nothing can excuse what she did at the sanctuary. I'm not asking for anyone to pin a medal on her. All I'm asking is that she be given a second chance. If a respected Vulcan Captain went before the High Command and made a plea on T'Pol's behalf... Told them how she saved the life of a superior officer... Wouldn't they think twice about this transfer? I can't return without her. She suffered extreme trauma. I wouldn't advise moving her for quite some time. I'm meeting with the High Command in three days. Perhaps, if there's time, I'll discuss this matter with them. Thank you. ( door opens, closes) What happened? Whoa, whoa... You were shot. Don't you remember? Captain Sopek? He's all right, thanks to you. I'd like to return to my quar... I'm afraid you're going to have to stay here at least another 24 hours. You made quite an impression on Sopek. I've got a feeling he's going to talk to the High Command about that transfer order. I'd say the odds are pretty good you're going to be with us for a while longer. You should have consulted me first. It's probably not too late if you want to catch up to him. That won't be possible. Leaving Sick Bay would violate my doctor's orders.
The Captain said they'd be mapping this asteroid field, but I can't see head nor tails of them. Maybe it's another asteroid field. No, this is the one. Two primaries... 17 planetesimals. Well, they weren't expecting us back for three days. Maybe they finished and went off to do something else. Well, with our sensor array down, we won't know when they get back until we see them. Any luck with the com? Dead as a doornail. I don't understand it. No doubt you'll have your boys take this pod apart piece by piece, once it's back in the launch bay. I'd feel a lot more comfortable having everything in working order by the time Enterprise gets back. Oh... well, tinker all you like. I've got a copy of Ulysses here. I doubt I'll even be halfway through it by the time the ship gets back. I'd rather realign every microcircuit on this shuttle than try to wade through that baby. British schools have a core curriculum. It serves to provide a well-rounded education. Sometimes I think you North Americans read nothing but comic books and those ridiculous science fiction novels. I'll have you know that Superman was laced with metaphor. Subtext layered on subtext. Oh, if only Dr. Cochrane had been a European, the Vulcans would have been far less reticent to help us. But, no... he had to be from Montana. He probably spent his nights reading about cowboys and Indians. Well, I don't recall any Europeans figuring out how to build a warp engine. Commander... No Brits, no Italians, no Serbo-Croatians... Commander... I think you'd better come and take a look at this. Bring us in closer. Is it a ship? If the damn sensors were only working, we could... Bring us around again. There. Slow down. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( door chimes) Come in. How are the Tesnians doing? Dr. Phlox can only keep 12 of them in the Decon Chamber at a time. What about the other... What is it, 22? He's rotating them. They seem to be doing fine on our atmosphere, but they need at least six hours of boron gas a day. He says we've got enough to get them home. Have you learned their language? Yes, sir. What do they have to say? They're pretty rattled. Most of them had been on that ship for years. It's a lot to digest they lost everything. They're alive. Does the Captain have any idea what happened? No. And he feels terrible about the damage to Enterprise. He has no idea what went wrong. When they approached our docking port, they lost control of their sensor array, and then a few seconds later, their navigation system went out. Thank God their escape pods were working. I saw the wreckage on the asteroid. There wasn't much left. Archer to Mayweather. What's our ETA? We should reach Tesnia in about 20 hours, sir. Good work. That should get us back to our rendezvous coordinates well before Trip and Malcolm get there. Let's drop out of warp for a few minutes. I want to inspect the damage to the launch doors. Aye, sir. Who's in charge of Engineering while Trip's away? Lieutenant Hess. Tell her to get a team working on a new starboard door for Launch Bay 2. Everything else check out all right? Astrometrics detected what could be micro-singularities in the vicinity of the asteroid field. Micro-singularities are a Vulcan myth. There's no scientific evidence that they exist. Our deflectors registered some unusual charged particles at the same time the Tesnian ship began to malfunction. Any similar damage on Enterprise? No. But our hull plating was polarized. Mm-hmm. Micro-singularities. If the Vulcans had their way, they'd blame them for the common cold. How about the lifeboats? They could have launched the lifeboats before the crash. They'd be here. They only go 300 KPH. They'd be right here waiting for us to return. Are we sure there are no survivors? Commander, we have to figure out what we're going to do. We can't just leave. That's Enterprise. At least we should find the black boxes. With what? We have no radio. Nothing to pick up the beacons. What's the range in our distress beacon? It's off-line. I'm talking about the portable one, the one in the away kit. Ten million kilometers... maybe 20. But I highly doubt there'd be a ship anywhere close to that. We've only got ten days worth of eathable air. How far to Echo llI? At impulse? A lot more than ten days. Well, if we could get close enough for it to pick up our distress beacon, it would relay the signal back to Starfleet. I'm afraid the math doesn't work out, Commander. It's going to take weeks, maybe months, for our signal to reach Echo llI. By the time Starfleet got a ship out here, we'd be... we'd be long dead. But at least they'd find us. They'd get their shuttlepod back, a couple of... well-preserved corpses. Sir... Which way? Which way to what? Echo llI. Which way to Echo llI? I told you it's too far. Do you know which direction it is or don't you? Navigation is down. That's not what I asked you. You want me to guess? You come from a long line of Navy men, and you got a real good memory. Look hard at those stars. Find something that looks familiar and tell me which way to go! Sir... That's an order! I don't suppose you have a sextant handy. I left it with my slide rule. Well? That blue giant... we may have gone by it... I'm not sure. That's good enough for me. Take one more low pass over the wreckage... and then set a course. See you around, Captain. Personal Log, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. November 9, 2151. By the time anyone hears this... By anyone, I suppose I mean anyone human... Commander Tucker and I will be long dead. It's my intention to recount the events that led to the destruction of the Starship Enterprise, and to express my deepest feelings regarding my short but memorable service with Starfleet. Tell them I'd love to add my two cents, but I'm trying to get a little work done. ( recording rewinds) short but memorable service with Starfleet. In order to test the targeting scanners on Shuttlepod 1, Commander Tucker and I had to get at least 20,000 kilometers from Enterprise. During our third trial, we experienced a ief but sizable jolt. And, shortly thereafter, realized that our sensor array had gone off-line. This sensor array is more than off-line. It's totally fried. ( rewinds recording) that our sensor array had gone off-line. We had no choice, but to head back to the asteroid field where Enterprise was involved in a mapping project. We found the ship... destroyed... its de is strewn across a square kilometer of one of the larger asteroids. Had our sensors been working, we certainly would have done everything possible to determine the cause of the disaster, but, as it was, with only a short-range distress beacon and limited air, we had no alternative but to set a course for Echo llI, where, someday, this vessel... And, eventually, this log... Will be found. May God have mercy on our souls. Why don't you cut the crap and get back here and help me? What would you like me to do? I don't know. You could hold this flashlight or turn down the heat. Whatever you want. I'm just getting a little tired of listening to all your pessimism. If there's something you need me to do, I will be more than happy to comply, but I'm afraid pessimism is simply not an accurate description of my log entry. I'm just being realistic, Commander. We've got nine days. We're bound to find someone out here. At warp... perhaps. But at impulse? Vulcans, Klingons, Suliban, Xyrillians, Andorians... God knows who's going to be lurking around the next planet we run into. But that's just it, sir. At impulse, we're not likely to be running into any planets. Not for at least six or seven years. Then somebody can run into us. You ever think of that? Or see us on their sensors. The possibilities are endless. I'll heat up some rations. Unless, of course, you'd rather wait until we run into a vessel serving proper meals. Rations will be fine. What are you in the mood for? Depends. What are you serving? Veal marsala... Chilean sea bass... Moo Goo Gai Pan... Any meat loaf? With gravy and mashed potatoes. Perfect. Kentucky bourbon. Yeah. The Captain was planning to give that to somebody. I can't remember who. Guess it's ours now. What's that? The sea bass. Any good? Mmm. It's lovely. Thank you. Captain Archer claims you told him you weren't even aware that I was serving on Enterprise. I find that difficult to believe considering I wrote you twice in the weeks prior to our departure. Now, it is possible that you never received those letters. You were, I believe, in the process of moving back to Malaysia at the time. But you must have spoken to Aunt Sherry during that period, and I know she received my letters. I would hate to go to my death thinking that either of you felt I was trying to avoid... Malcolm! You've been at it for hours now. Don't you think it's time to give it a rest? As I'm sure you must have heard, that was my esteemed colleague Commander Charles Tucker. Mr. Tucker doesn't share my belief that it is essential to say what must be said... To leave a record... Tie up loose ends. Mr. Tucker is laboring under the false hope that we are going to be miraculously rescued before we both suffocate. Mr. and Mrs. Reed, I realize that you've just begun a period of mourning and that I'll never get an answer to this question, but I got to ask it anyway. Was Malcolm always this cynical? In a few days, when the reality of this situation actually begins to sink in, you might very well decide you want to record some logs of your own. You have my word, I will not interrupt you. I just need to get some sleep, Malcolm! Is that so hard to understand? We have less than nine days of oxygen left. It seems a waste to use it up sleeping. If I don't waste some oxygen sleeping, I'm going to start getting real cranky. And you don't want to spend your last nine days cooped up with me when I'm cranky. So turn that thing off and get some rest! We're back? Lie still, Lieutenant. What happened? How did we...? You're a very ave man, Malcolm. Commander Tucker is going to be fine, thanks to you. I'm afraid I don't understand. Get some rest. There will be plenty of time to explain what happened in the morning. Subcommander? How are you feeling? I'd feel a lot better if I knew what was going on. Captain Archer would be quite annoyed with me if I told you of your heroics. I believe he's looking forward to doing that himself in the morning. Heroics? I had no idea you could be so selfless in the face of such danger. Most males of your species would have given in to their fear. Well, since you're obviously not going to tell me what happened, I suppose a simple good night will have to do. Vulcans could never ignore courage. And this Vulcan will never ignore Lieutenant Malcolm Reed again. I can't say I've ever... ignored you, T'Pol. Is it all right if I call you T'Pol? Yes. May I call you Malcolm? I suppose so. But, if the truth be known, I've never much cared for the name Malcolm. Always seemed a bit too stuffy. I think it's a lovely name. Mol-Kom is the Vulcan word for serenity. Well, then, perhaps I won't change it. Pity, though. I was rather growing fond of the name Stinky. I can't believe you just did that. Did what? You smiled. I saw you smile. Vulcans don't smile. This one does. I saw you. You're mistaken. It was when I said Stinky, wasn't it? You smiled when I said Stinky. Good morning, Stinky. It's a lovely day, isn't it, Stinky? ( static) What's that? I got the receiver working, but the transmitter's a lost cause. Who's Stinky? I beg your pardon? You were talking in your sleep. You kept calling for some guy named Stinky. You repaired the receiver? ( static) What is that? Is it a ship? The range is very limited. It's probably just white noise... The sound of the galaxy laughing at us. What the hell was that? I don't know, but it felt a little like whatever knocked out the sensor array. We're losing atmosphere. Pressure's down eight percent. Help me. We've got to find the hole! Without sensors, it's not going to be easy to locate the each. Then use your ears. ( air hissing) Pressure's down 22 percent. The damn hole's too small! Where is it?! What are you doing? It's nitrogen for the coolant tanks. Just give me a few seconds. Now let's find that leak. I got it. It's over here. There's another one down here. Put your finger on it until we can figure out what to do. We've got some valve sealant in Storage Bin 3. Have we got anything a little closer? Uh... Do you mind passing me your meat loaf? What? Well, I assume you've finished with it. ( groaning) And you came close to criticizing my choice of cuisine. Obviously, whatever hit us went clear through the pod. I'm afraid it did more than just puncture the cabin, Commander. On it's way out, it was kind enough to rupture one of the O-2 cylinders. Great. How much closer to oblivion are we? We've got less than two days of air left. The skin of this pod is designed to deflect a meteor five times the size of this hole. In that case, I'd guess it wasn't a meteor. I wonder if something like it destroyed Enterprise. Hmm. We'll never know. Always the optimist. We have 40 hours of air left. What do you expect me to do, sit here and plan my wedding? I'm confident there'll be a Charles Tucker the Fourth one day. Maybe it's your wedding we should be planning. That's assuming we can find you a ide in the next day and a half. Any suggestions? There was a little bar in Mill Valley where all the Starfleet trainees used to go. The 602 Club. You know it? I was there more times than I can remember. I met the girl of my dreams my first Friday night there. She was the one. There's no doubt about it. We had it all figured out... Where we'd live, how many kids we'd have. Ah, Ruby. Whatever happened to you? Ruby? You don't mean the waitress Ruby? You knew Ruby? I knew her more times than I can remember. Ouch. Seems we have more in common than we thought. Yeah. Would another half day be worth freezing your butt off? What are you talking about? If we lower the thermostat in here, to about minus-five centigrade, we should be able to use that power to enhance the efficiency of the atmosphere recyclers. Our last 2½ days freezing, versus our last two days toasty warm. What a delightful choice. I'd pick freezing. Another half day's another half day. Freezing it is then. And just what are you doing? An officer at his best is always well-groomed. Nice to see you're developing a more positive attitude. Actually, I was thinking about what our corpses would look like when they're eventually found. With no air in the pod, we should remain in fairly good condition. Charming. But you're forgetting one thing, Malcolm. What's that? If I remember my honors biology course correctly, your hair and nails keep growing for quite a while after you're dead. I'm pretty sure that includes your beard. Thanks. ( door chimes) Come in. I've analyzed the scans we took of the Tesnian ship right before it crashed. I believe they were hit by a micro-singularity. You still chasing gremlins? This is no myth, Captain. Three of the singularities also hit Enterprise. They collided with our hull plating here, here and here. You telling me these are tiny black holes? They were. The dispersal pattern suggests they dissipated on impact. This could be a significant discovery, Captain. If we could get quantum sensor readings of the three impact points, we could authenticate our findings. I'd be a little less concerned with winning the Nobel Prize right now, and a little more concerned with Trip and Malcolm. Their shuttlepod doesn't have the hull plating we do. They could be in for a rough ride when they get back to the asteroid field. Better hail them. Agree to a new rendezvous point. I never intended to suggest that our crew members were less important than a scientific discovery. Even one of this historic magnitude. Time's a-wasting. My dearest Deborah, by this time I'm certain you've learned of the tragedy that befell the Starship Enterprise. You've also undoubtedly learned that my colleague, Commander Charles Tucker, and I did manage to survive for a few days after the accident. It's during that ief time that I've chosen to correspond with you. Although our relationship was... short-lived and at times tumultuous, I can't help but picture your beautiful smile. It gives me great comfort. Think of me from time to time. Cordially, Malcolm. ( static crackles) A ship? It's a little more modulated than the last one, but it could be just a random gamma-ray burst. My dearest Rochelle, by this time I'm certain you've learned... Wouldn't it be easier just to record one message and then add the Dear Whoever afterward? This is your fifth or sixth identical letter. That's not true. There have been subtle differences. I would never refer to Rochelle as having a beautiful smile. With her, it was the eyes. Travis and Hoshi couldn't have been more than 24 or 25 years old. If the Captain were here with us now, I wonder if he'd feel guilty about inging them on this mission. Not for a minute. They died doing what they loved. I don't remember Hoshi loving much about being in deep space. She was coming along. She saved our asses on more than one occasion. I plan on letting her family know just how essential she was. Sounds to me like you do have some letters to record. I'll wait to tell them in person. You know, your treacly optimism is beginning to get just a little bit tiresome. Unlike your heartfelt letters of farewell to half the girls in San Francisco? At least I'm capable of accepting our fate. We're going to be dead in about 33 hours. Whether our beards continue to grow or not is of no concern to me! We will be dead! And unless some ship happens to cross our path, our bearded bodies will be discovered in about three or four years. Is that optimistic enough for you?! What's your problem with having a little hope? What's your problem with facing the truth? You're a regular grim reaper, Malcolm. Anyone ever tell you that? Well, if this little trip is a death sentence, then it would seem to me we're entitled to a last meal. What'll it be? I'm afraid our selection is somewhat limited. I'm not hungry. Well, then how about a drink? I don't drink on duty. Are you serious? We're dead men, remember? What's the matter, Lieutenant? Are you afraid the autopsy will show your blood-alcohol level was too high to pilot a shuttle? Live a little. That's an order. Do you really think that's going to provide any heat? The bourbon will provide the heat. The candle's just for mood. To the ave men and women of the Starship Enterprise. You know that's going to consume oxygen, don't you? We'll probably be dead five or six minutes earlier than we would have been. I can live with that. Anyway, it seems to me, as far as you're concerned, the sooner the better. Is that really how you see me? The eternal pessimist? The grim reaper? I don't want to die. What makes you think I want to die? Because ever since we saw Enterprise spread across that asteroid, you've done nothing but write your own obituary. I lost nearly everyone I cared about on that ship. Those girls I talked about... Rochelle, Deborah, Catelin... None of them worked out, because I could... never get very close to them. Never got very close to my family, either, for that matter. Not that it's any business of yours. But with the crew of the Enterprise, it was different. I was really starting to feel... comfortable with them. And now the only one that's left thinks I'm the bloody angel of death. All of a sudden, five or six more minutes sounds kind of nice. ( radio static) ( slurred): Does that sound modulated enough for you? Modulated? The radio. Or is it just the galaxy giggling at us again? It can giggle all it wants, but the galaxy's not getting any of our bourbon. Hey. What do you think of T'Pol, hmm? Do you think she's pretty? T'Pol? Are you serious? Well, she's a woman, you know? I think she's pretty. You've had too much to drink. Don't tell me you've never looked at her you know, in that way. Nah, she's a Vulcan. ( com crackles) I think she's pretty. Oh, God! You ever noticed her bum? What? Her bum. ( chuckling) She's got an awfully nice bum. ( snickering) To Subcommander T'Pol. ( laughing) Awfully nice! ( com crackles) It's probably nothing, right? It's definitely not nothing. Then that means it's something. What is it? Is it something or someone, because if it's someone... Shh! Sorry. ( staticky voice) Definitely someone. We have no way to respond, do we? This is like the plane flying over the desert island in a lost-at-sea movie. Malcolm! Sorry. Happy endings. I must think happy endings. SATO ( staticky): Shuttlepod 1... Enterprise. Please respond. That's Hoshi! We are transmitting new... That's impossible! Don't be so pessimistic! It's not impossible! It's Hoshi! They're okay! Enterprise is okay! It's Hoshi! Adjust your heading to the new coordinates. We will rendezvous in two days. Commander, Lieutenant, please respond. Rendezvous! What a beautiful word. What's wrong? They're still two days away. And we only have a little more than one day's air left. And no way to tell them to get here sooner. Are you sure you got the coordinates right? Yes. Not that it matters. Lieutenant. They're probably traveling at, what? Warp 2? Warp 3? Compared to them, we're like a garden snail. Where we go and how fast we get there is irrelevant. If I purge the CO2 filters, it'll give us a little more air. How much? An hour's worth? Probably less. Great. So when they reach us in two days, we'll have been out of air for... 11 hours. You ever try holding your eath for 11 hours? A train leaves New York at 3:00 a.m. heading west while another leaves Chicago at 4:30 heading east. I never could figure those out. Enterprise is going to wonder why we haven't responded, right? Maybe they'll be concerned and increase their speed. Maybe, but if we really want to get them to go to high warp, we're going to have to attract their attention. Something a little more dramatic than not answering their hails. Can they see us on their sensors? Two days away at warp 3? Oh, they can see us, maybe not too clearly, but we should be a nice little blip on T'Pol's viewer. Then we've got to get that blip to tell them to pick up a little steam. What if we fired our weapons? They're nearly a quarter of a light-year away. Our plasma cannons have a range of less than ten kilometers. It would all still look like a single blip. It's going to take a lot more than that. What if we jettison the impulse drive? What good would that do? Well, you could rig a self-destruct. I imagine that would make quite an explosion, maybe even big enough to make that blip do something odd. No, I can't blow up our engine. We'd be adrift, dead in space. What's the difference between that and traveling at a snail's pace? I'm an engineer. I won't blow up our only engine. Then I'll ask you again... Ever hold your eath for 11 hours? I think I have some micro-detonators in here somewhere. How does it feel to be slower than a snail? I saw a great cartoon once. There were these two snails sitting on the back of a big ole turtle, and one snail turns to the other and says, Hold on, Fred. Here we go. If I'm right, I get the rest of the bourbon. Fine. Less than 12 hours, you win. More than 12... and it's mine. Go check the pressure gauge. You check it. I don't think I can move my legs. I can't believe we've been sitting here that long. Come on, let's hear it. How much air is left? Ten hours. That's probably the last bet I'll ever make and I won. I should feel like cele ating, shouldn't I? The whiskey's yours. Now, why don't you give us a toast before you drink it? Ten hours... for two men. If there were only one of us, he'd have 20 hours, wouldn't he? Great idea. Why don't you... climb up into the airlock... and seal yourself in. That's just what I was thinking. Any last words you want me to pass along? Yeah. Tell Captain Archer that it was one hell of an honor serving with him. What are you doing? We don't know whether or not they saw our little display of pyrotechnics, but either way... this'll double your chances. You're crazy. Now, get down from there! Sit down, Lieutenant. If anyone should go up in there, it should be me. You're the Chief Engineer. I'm also in charge of deciding who's going into this airlock. Do I make myself clear? Commander. What are you going to do? Kill me? It's set to stun. I don't want to use it, but I will. Put it down! Go to hell! Stop trying to be a hero. It doesn't suit you. What would you know about being a hero? It takes nothing but a coward to crawl up inside a hole to die. Then go ahead and shoot me, but you better hope we don't make it, because if we survive, the first thing I'm going to do is bust your ass back to Crewman Second Class for insubordination. Be my guest! I could use a little less responsibility. Now, get down here! Who the hell do you think you are? Your Armory Officer, and perhaps your friend. Friends don't shoot each other! You know, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure you use up a lot more oxygen when you shout like that! So what are you saying? That you'd rather have Enterprise find the two of us dead in here? That's exactly what I'm saying. If there's one chance in a thousand that they saw our impulse drive explode, that they increased their speed, I'll take that chance. I've invested far too much time trying to figure you out, Mr. Tucker. I'm not about to accept that it was all for nothing. We're back. How did...? Easy, Malcolm. You fellows had a nice little bout with hypothermia. The Commander. He's going to be fine. It took nearly three hours to get your body temperatures back to normal. You must have seen the explosion. Hard to miss. You know, you guys only had two or three hours of air left. You don't say. We saw de is from Enterprise on one of the asteroids. We assumed... We thought you were all... I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Right now, the Doctor needs to warm you up a few degrees. Subcommander. Yes. Isn't there something you're supposed to say to me? About what? Heroics. Something about heroics. Good night, Lieutenant. Trip? Mind if I call you Trip? Sleep well, my friend.
T' This textbook is what you wanted me to see? Not exactly. Look familiar? This was my first astronomy book. My father got it for me on my eighth birthday. I used to stare at the cover for hours. The Arachnid Nebula. Who'd ever have thought I would get to see it in person? It's less than a light-year away. We'll be there in a few hours. From the li ary of Admiral Jonny Archer? I had high hopes when I was a kid. ( com beeps) Yes? Sir, there's a ship approaching at half impulse. They're hailing us. Do you know who it is? Hoshi says they're using a Vulcan frequency. ( door opening) Doesn't look like any Vulcan ship I've ever seen. This class of vessel hasn't been used for a long time. They're hailing us again. Is this the Earth vessel Enterprise? It is. I'm Captain Jonathan Archer. My name is Tavin, captain of the Vahklas. It's very good to meet you. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I get the feeling you weren't sent out here by the High Command. Not quite. We're a civilian ship. What ings you out this far? I suppose you could say we're on a mission of exploration. From what I'm told, Vulcans aren't that interested in exploring. We're not typical Vulcans. I'd be happy to explain, but first, I'd like to ask a favor. Certainly. Our propulsion and life-support systems are in need of repair. We'd be grateful for any assistance you could offer. We'll see what we can do. We've noticed the High Command looking over our shoulders on several occasions, as well. ( chuckling): That's good to know. I was starting to think they'd singled us out. Hmm. Our chef's had a lot of experience lately preparing Vulcan dishes. T'Pol says he's gotten pretty good at it. Uh-uh-uh, what is that? Oh, it's called chicken. Oh, uh... may I? Of course. It's, um... meat, you know. It looks delicious. So... when did you leave Vulcan? Uh, eight years ago. And in those eight years, we've experienced more than most Vulcans will in their lifetime. You said you were explorers? Yes, but it's not space we're exploring, it's ourselves. Mmm! You're V'tosh ka'tur. I'm sorry? Vulcans without logic. It's a name the elders give to anyone who disagrees with the ancestral teachings, but it's not entirely accurate. We haven't abandoned logic. We've simply learned to exist without the need to continually repress our emotions. It's taken years of experimentation, but we've managed to find a balance between the two. That's not possible. Here we are. Logic is an essential part of Vulcan existence. But it has to complement emotions, not exclude them. YOUNGER You must know a great deal about emotion. You live on a human starship. That's not something that many Vulcans would be comfortable with. I am here as an observer. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm not capable of feeling offense. My Chief Engineer tells me your repairs are going to take three or four days. We were going to use that time to explore the nebula, if you don't mind tagging along. Not at all. Mm. I've never seen an engine this far gone. We're going to have to swap out every plasma relay in your reactor. There are a lot of women on your ship. Nearly a third of the crew. Is it true you mate year-round with any of them you choose? You haven't been around humans too much, have you? You are the first we've met. But I've heard a lot of stories. Your people indulge their passions. Do you really eat six meals a day? More like three. And what about sleep? I understand you spend more than half the day in bed. Eight hours. We sleep for eight hours. In my case, about six. Oh. When we're through here, maybe we can get a bite to eat. I might be able to clear up some of your, um... misconceptions. I'd like that, Commander. Eh, call me Trip. They've asked for any medical supplies we can spare and a thousand liters of plasma coolant. Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Tavin has also requested the recipe for Chicken Marsala. Tell him Chef's recipes are usually classified, but we'll make an exception in this case. I thought... you'd be spending a little more time getting to know our guests. I've been busy. Seems to me like... you've been busy avoiding them. I can understand that you might not approve of what they're trying to do, but... for all we know, they're onto something. That's unlikely. Is it. Eight years. That's a pretty good track record. Just because they smile and eat chicken doesn't mean they've learned to master their emotions. Maybe I'm just relieved to finally meet some Vulcans who aren't giving me a hard time. Then again... if they have found this balance... They're not the first ones to attempt this, Captain. Others have tried to reintegrate their emotions. They all failed. What they're doing is dangerous. Unless my instincts are way off, they don't seem very dangerous to me. But I... could be wrong. I can't order you to spend time with them, but I would encourage you to keep an open mind. ( liquid pouring) ( door opens, closes) So this is the Mess Hall. It is. The crew must not have much of an appetite. Most of them are asleep. It's quite late. Could you show me how to operate this? What would you like? I'm not sure. I don't have much experience with human food. What's that? Mint tea. That'll be fine. Mint tea. Hot. ( liquid pouring) Thank you. It has a lot of flavor. You can try something else. No, it's fine. I'm just surprised. Do you like the taste? Their selection of Vulcan beverages is limited. But it can make Vulcan tea. Yes. Interesting. Unless you need further assistance... How long have you lived among humans? I spent two years at the Vulcan Consulate on Earth, and seven months on Enterprise. That's a long time away from home. Living here has obviously affected you in ways that you don't realize. You may be right. On occasion, I also drink chamomile tea. And you have a sense of humor. A concept that most Vulcans can't seem to grasp. You are easily amused. There's that humor again. I'm curious... why do you stay here? Captain Archer needs a Science Officer. Is that the only reason? Maybe you're more attached to these people than you'd care to admit. What makes you say that? Your emotions are much closer to the surface than other Vulcans. They're easier to read. I've yet to mediate this evening. Perhaps that's what you're sensing. This may surprise you, but we still meditate. The balance between emotion and logic requires constant discipline. So you've said. You and your colleagues have chosen a reckless path. Have we? History's shown that Vulcans who attempt to em ace their emotions often revert to their primal nature. That's a myth. Propaganda from 5,000 years ago. Our primal nature, T'Pol, is not as dangerous as you think. Commander Tucker suggests that I try something called pizza. Would you care to join me? I've already eaten. Another time, perhaps. Is it what you imagined, sir? Pictures don't do it justice. It's big. Over eight billion kilometers in diameter. Eight billion? Are you sure? According to sensors. My astronomy book said it was only 6½. We'll have to send our readings to the publisher, so they can put out a revised edition. How long would it take to chart that thing? Several weeks. My vessel is equipped with translinear sensors. We could help you complete the survey a good deal quicker. We should have someone on your ship to monitor the data. Would you mind working from there? No. Glad you dropped by. Take us in, Travis. Look at that. I've never seen anything so beautiful. You'd probably consider that an emotional reaction. Not necessarily. It is aesthetically pleasing. Pleasing? Coming from you, that's practically an outburst. It's curious that people who reject Surak's teachings would display his likeness. We don't reject his teachings. We simply disagree with how they're interpreted. Have you read his original text? He never intended for us to purge our emotions. He wanted us to master them, and then carefully integrate them into our lives. I doubt many would agree with you. That doesn't mean we're wrong. What did you do on Vulcan before you left? I taught literature at the Shirkar Academy. You gave up a great deal to wander the galaxy in a transport. I don't have any regrets. I always knew there had to be more to life than just logic and reason. Haven't you ever felt that way? Not recently. But you did once? Once. I should take these readings back to Enterprise. T'Pol... you said that you meditated each night. Tonight... don't. See what happens. I think you'll find your dreams will be far more interesting. You're a scientist. Consider it an experiment. Where'd you hear that? A Vulcan anthropologist told me he'd seen the ritual during an Earth expedition. They're not trying to kill the quarterback. They're just trying to keep him from throwing the ball or running with it. It's only a game, not a fight to the death. I see. You must think we're a bunch of barbarians. Your species does have a reputation, but I've always suspected the stories were exaggerated. Well, I hope you'll tell all your friends... Set the record straight. Gladly. There's, uh... something I've always wondered about Vulcans. Maybe you could clear it up for me. Please. It's kind of personal. Go ahead. Well, I've learned about your marriage customs, how your parents arrange the whole thing when you're young, stuff like that, but... what about...? You know. Ah, you mean sex! It's not a topic I've heard Vulcans discuss. Well, we do have it, if that's what you're asking. ( clears throat) Am I interrupting anything? No. Please join us, Mister...? Reed. Malcolm Reed. Kov. We were just discussing Vulcan mating rituals. Oh. Most of my people are extremely uncomfortable talking about such things. So many inhibitions. Vulcan males are driven to mate once every seven years. Seven years? Frightening. Over the past few years, we've been developing methods to accelerate the mating cycle. You up for seconds? I've had enough, thank you. Back to work. A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Reed. Likewise. ( chuckles softly) ( console beeps) Sir, I'm picking up a transmission from Echo llI. Starfleet? It's Admiral Forrest. I'll take it in my ready room. Admiral Forrest. Good to see you. You, too, Jon. I understand you have guests. A Vulcan crew. How'd you know? I got a call from Ambassador Soval about an hour ago. They're aware that you've docked with the Vahklas and they have a favor to ask. A favor from me? A minister at the High Command has a son on that ship... An engineer named Kov. Have you met him? I don't think so. Well, apparently, the two of them had a falling out about nine, ten years ago. His father's tried to contact him several times since then, but Kov won't respond. What do they want me to do? I hear these aren't your garden variety Vulcans. Can I assume you're on friendly terms? Yes. Kov's father is dying, Jon. He'd like to speak with his son. Maybe you can encourage him somehow. I'll see what I can do. The High Command let you keep your Science Officer. It wouldn't hurt to return the favor. Understood. Keep me posted. YOUNGER Our primal nature isn't as dangerous as you think. ( distant voices and laughter) ( slow, moody jazz playing) Do you like the taste? You must have learned a great deal about emotion. ( jazz continues) ( jazz continues) Why do you stay here? ( music continues louder) ( music grows louder, chaotic) ( gasps) ( music stops a uptly) Hmm... This is more than a simple headache. Your blood pressure's elevated, and I'm reading unusually high synaptic activity. It doesn't appear to be a virus or a bacterial infection. I'd like to run a cranial scan just to be safe. That won't be necessary. It'll only take a moment. I believe I can explain my symptoms. Last night, I neglected to meditate before I went to sleep. As a result, I awoke feeling... agitated. All I need is an injection of inaprovaline. 25 milligrams should suffice. Very well, Doctor. It's, uh, not like you to stray from your routine. This wouldn't have anything to do with our visitors? You've been spending quite a bit of time on their ship. I've become... acquainted with one of them. He suggested that my dreams might be more interesting if I didn't meditate. And? He was wrong. They were unsettling. It was a foolish thing to do. Nothing that a little, uh, inaprovaline can't cure. I can understand why you'd be intrigued by their philosophy. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to dismiss it after one bad experience. There are too many risks. It would be unwise to continue. You're probably right. But, uh, if you do decide to experiment further, keep in mind that they've been working on this for a number of years. You've only known them for two days. Go slowly, hmm? Thank you, Doctor. ( door chimes) Come in. Captain. Please have a seat. The repairs to our propulsion system are going well. Mr. Tucker's been very helpful. That's good to hear. Is there a problem? I called you here to pass along a message... from your father. You spoke with him? Actually, it came through a Vulcan ambassador. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your father is... very ill. He wants you to contact him as soon as possible. If you'd like, my Com Officer can arrange the transmission. It's a kind offer, but I'll deal with this myself. Thanks for the message. I know it's none of my business, but... do you plan on contacting him? The last time I spoke with my father, he said I'd ought shame to 15 generations of our family. He's dying, Kov. If it isn't too much trouble, would you please send a message back for me? Tell him that we said good-bye a long time ago. Good morning. Chamomile? Thank you. How did it go? The lateral sensors were out of alignment. I haven't had a chance to scan the disodium layer. I mean last night. Did you take my advice? Yes. And your dreams? I'd rather not discuss them. It will get easier. Tonight will be less disturbing. I plan to resume meditating tonight. You can't give up after one trial. It was a mistake to try in the first place. Wasn't there anything enjoyable about the experience? I'm reading over 20 million cubic meters of disodium, as well as traces of ethylchlorate. We can run the scans later. Tell me about your dreams. Your emotions were closer to the surface. It must have been intense. It involved a memory. I was walking down a street in San Francisco... on Earth. Why did you leave the compound? I was curious about human recreation. I wanted to see it for myself. So you oke protocol? It was late; everyone in the compound had gone to sleep. I didn't see any harm in leaving for a couple of hours. Where did you go? I simply walked... then I heard music. Music? It was unusual, chaotic, but I was drawn to it. Go on. I went into a restaurant... where musicians were playing. I sat at a table. How did you feel? I can't remember. Try. I felt... invigorated. Emotion. You felt emotion. Briefly. They finished playing and I returned to the compound. You could feel that way again, T'Pol. It isn't difficult and it's nothing to be afraid of. I can show you how. You want me to talk to him? From what I hear, you've become fast friends. Maybe you'll have better luck than I did. Well, I'll try, but something tells me, it won't be as simple as fixing an engine. He's got a lot of resentment. Do your best. Aye, sir. What about this Tolaris fellow? Well, I haven't really gotten to know him. He seems kind of quiet, though. A little sullen. T'Pol's been spending a lot of time with him lately. Is that a problem? Two days ago, she couldn't wait to get these people off the ship. I practically had to order her to work with him, now... they're almost inseparable. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a little jealous. If I was the only human on a ship full of Vulcans and we ran into an Earth vessel, I'd be spending as much time with them as I could. She likes being around her own kind. Who doesn't? Well, let me know how it goes with Kov. Yes, sir. Mind-meld? It's an ancient technique. It was abandoned centuries ago. But we've discovered that it can help us access our emotions. How does it work? I'd begin by creating a telepathic link... we would be able to share our, our memories, thoughts... In essence, we would become one mind. It's quite an experience, but... it is profoundly intimate. Are you prepared for that? If you'd like, we could try a more traditional form of guided meditation, but it wouldn't be nearly as effective. Proceed. It's all right. Close your eyes. Try to focus on my voice. My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Our minds are merging. Our minds are becoming one. It's not working. You're resisting. Relax. My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Our minds are merging. Our minds are becoming one. ( shudders) ( gasps) Am I with you? Yes. Can you sense my thoughts? Yes. You're doing well. I want you to think about that night when you left the compound. Imagine yourself walking down that street. Good. Now listen. Can you hear the music? Listen. ( jazz playing softly) Now follow it. ( music grows louder) I can see why you were drawn to this place. It's unlike anything on Vulcan. I'm not surprised it triggered an emotional response. You said you were invigorated... what else? I don't know. Yes, you do. You're just not used to describing your emotions. You experienced other things. Excitement about eaking protocol, apprehension about getting caught, and the music... the music made you feel... elated. Allow yourself to feel these emotions again. Don't hold them back. I have to return to the compound. You're anxious. It's just another emotion. Let me go. Stay with me, T'Pol. No! ( weakly): Stop. ( voice quivering): No. Stop! This was a mistake. You've made progress. Don't give up now. Please go. T'Pol... Leave! You're feeling anger. Your emotions are eaking the surface. ( whispers): Em ace them! ( eath quivering) What a shame. ( door closes) ( gasps softly) T'Pol to Sick Bay. I've already been through this with your Captain. Are you sure you're making the right decision? If you knew my father, you'd understand. I don't mean to put too fine a point on this, but you've got a limited window of opportunity. Once it closes... I consider you a friend, Trip, and I appreciate what you're trying to do, but please don't. I have no intention of contacting him. I test-fired our port thruster last night. It's still off by 12 percent. Oh, probably a faulty injector. Should be easy enough to fix. Do Vulcans dance? You know... Oh. Only when it's part of some tedious ceremony. Hmm. I remember the first dance I ever went to. Bayshore Elementary, Panama City, Florida. A girl I had a crush on, Melissa Lyles, was going to be there. So I spent weeks practicing the two-step with my other. I wanted to... make sure I was ready. She was wearing a red dress that night. Prettiest girl there. All I wanted to do was ask her to dance with me. But I never worked up the courage to go over and talk to her. I caught her looking at me a couple times, but... I ended up just standing in a corner with my buddies. Interesting. But what does that have to do with our thruster problem? It's been more than 20 years and I'm still kicking myself for not asking that girl to dance. You probably don't know this, but... regret is one of the strongest emotions. And... one of the saddest. I have a feeling you haven't had a ush with it yet. But it sounds to me like... you're pretty close. It's something you might want to avoid. ( door chimes) Come in. Good morning. Morning. Can I get you something? Coffee? No, thanks. Have a seat. Trip tells me the repairs to your ship are almost finished. You should be on your way pretty soon. Yes. How's that survey coming along? We'll be done this afternoon. That's great news. I wanted to thank you for all of your help. It was the least we could do. Besides, we've enjoyed spending our time here. You have an exceptional crew, Captain. Starfleet's finest. Sleep well last night? Well enough. You? Tossed and turned. Always happens whenever we're exploring... someplace new. I understand. Well, if there's nothing more, Captain, I'm eager to get back to work. We have another 20 million cubic kilometers to chart. Sorry to keep you. I'm... afraid you'll be working alone today. Oh? Subcommander T'Pol's in Sick Bay. From what the doctor tells me, she's in pretty bad shape. That's unfortunate. What happened? You know damn well what happened. She told me about your... What did she call it? mind-meld. She said when she asked you to stop, you got angry. She said she had to force you away. What happened between us is personal. It's not your concern. You assaulted a member of my crew. I did no such thing. Mind-melds can be emotionally turbulent. She simply panicked. Panic doesn't land you in Sick Bay. Our doctor said she could have suffered neurological damage thanks to you. No one forced her to try the meld. She did it willingly. You've been manipulating her ever since you came aboard. I am helping her shed a lifetime of repression. And you, of all people, should understand what I'm trying to do. You're human. I need to go see her. T'Pol's had enough of your help. Stay away from her. She is in a crucial stage of her awakening. She needs guidance. I told you, it's over. I think that's for her to decide. Maybe I'm not making myself clear. Sick Bay's off-limits. You're in my way, Captain. You'd be wise to let me leave. What's wrong, Tolaris? Getting angry? I thought you had that under control. Move aside. T'Pol's right... You've got a temper. ( whispers): Now! Go to hell. ( grunts) ( grunts) ( panting) ( grunting) You planned this. If I'd known I was going to get thrown across the room that hard, ( grunting): I might have tried a different approach. I think it's time you and your friends went on your merry way. Keep an eye on the intermix pressure. Don't let it drift above 5,000. 5,000. And watch those injector ports. I will. I thought you'd like to know, I got an update on my father. Apparently, his condition's improved. Is that so? The surgeons implanted a vaso-stimulator. They say, with any luck, it'll extend his life a few years. I'm glad to hear it. That'll give you a little more time to think about... making that call. I already did. My father's the one who gave me the good news. Thank you, Trip. Anytime. ( door chimes) Come in. Is this a bad time? Not at all. Feeling any better? Has the Vulcan ship left? About 20 minutes ago. Then yes, I'm feeling better. You do this every night? Every night. I think... I finally understand why. I'll see you in the morning. Captain. Do you... dream? Sure. Sometimes they're even in color. Is it enjoyable? Most nights. I envy you. Good night.
We couldn't do this in my ready room? The Captain's got to be in the Captain's chair. Tilt your chin up. Just take the picture. You've got a stanchion growing out of your head. Swivel to the right about ten degrees. Every recruit walking into Starfleet Command is going to see this on the wall. It's a real honor, sir. Seeing those Starfleet Captains every day gave us something to aspire to. Ah, there's a reflection from that status display. Could you kill the monitors in the Situation Room? Come on, T'Pol. The artist in Oakland needs a good picture to paint from. Do Vulcan captains have their portraits hanging at the High Command? Vulcans are revered for their accomplishments, not for the way they look. Except for the really important ones... who get mummified. Why can't they just use a photo from my file? ( console beeps) Sir? I'm picking up a small planet on our current heading. I thought there weren't any systems along this course. It's not a system, Captain. It's just a planet. Put it up. Magnify. T' It's a rogue. A planet that's oken out of its orbit. Lay in a course. Let's take a closer look. Aye, sir. ( shutter snaps) Captain Archer in command. Give it a rest, Trip. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. T' This planet supports a diverse animal population. How is that possible? Shouldn't the surface be frozen solid? Hot gas is vented from the planet's interior. Most of the life-forms are concentrated in those areas. Oases. Any people? No evidence of humanoid life. We're picking up a power signature near the equator. There's a ship down there. Try to hail them. No response. Maybe they want to be left alone. A single ship on a dark planet? Maybe they're on their honeymoon. Infrared's useless. There's too much heat coming from those thermal vents. We should be right over that ship. I'm scanning for a eak in the canopy. If this is anything like the Amazon, good luck. I used to say I could land a shuttlepod with my eyes closed. Well, the proof's in the pudding, Captain. There's a clearing ahead, 900 meters, but it's not much bigger than the shuttlepod. It doesn't have to be. ( device beeping) T' Captain. Their vessel is that way, 600 meters. Follow me. Why don't you let me play captain for a while, Malcolm? This reminds me of the rain forest in New Zealand. I earned my wilderness merit badge there. You were a Boy Scout, sir? I was an Eagle Scout. Oh. So was I. Really? How many merit badges? 28. You? 26. Oh. That's not bad, sir. ( device beeping) Captain... We spot any more creatures like that and we'll earn our exobiology badges. Actually... I already have that one. A campsite, sir. Anyone home! We're from the Starship Enterprise. Is there anyone here! I'm still not detecting any bio-signs, but their ship's less than 200 meters in that direction. You and Malcolm check it out. We'll stay here in case anyone shows up. ( twig cracks) ( whispering): Did you hear that? Yes. Anything? For a moment, I had a humanoid bio-sign. It's gone. ( twig cracks) It's not gone. ( grunts) Dhk'trrrr! Siskah trrral p'kaaat! Nahk I'taree. Captain, you all right? Everything's fine. These are the Eska. My name is Damrus. This is T'Pol, my Science Officer, and Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Pleased to meet you. Your friends nearly shot me back there. We're sorry. There are dangerous animals in the forest. We've never seen other humanoids here before. Have we trespassed in your territory? This planet is no one's territory. But it's a special place for us. What are you doing on Dakala? We're just here to explore. We'd like to stay for a while, if that's all right. It's a big planet. We could find another landing site, but I was hoping you might enjoy the company. You aren't exactly roughing it. Drayjin meat is one of life's great pleasures. Mmm! No argument here. I'm curious why our sensors didn't detect you. We use sensing cloaks. They keep the wildlife from spotting us. Are you studying the wildlife here? ( chuckling) Not exactly. We're on an, uh, expedition. That drayjin you're eating... We killed it yesterday. You're hunters. Our people have been coming here for nine generations. To kill the indigenous species? Taking wild animals is part of our tradition. There are higher primates here. We don't touch them. Hunting went out of style on Earth over a hundred years ago. That doesn't mean we don't appreciate your hospitality. That gear you carry... seems pretty elaborate to take down a few game animals. Don't underestimate the game on this planet. They often get the better of us. ( laughing) I wonder if I might join one of your hunts. I thought your people didn't approve. You were able to sneak up on us without being detected by our night-vision sensors. I'd like to see how you did that. I promise I won't kill anything, sir. ( laughing) ( chuckles) It's, uh, up to our hosts. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Trip and Malcolm are inging Hoshi back to Enterprise and putting together some camping gear to ing back to the surface. If the bugs glow in the dark, at least you can tell when they've crawled into your sleeping bag. One more reason I am happy to spend the night in my own bunk. Anyway, it's the things you can't see that I'd be worried about. Like those bore worms. Bore worms? Apparently, they crawl into your ear to lay their eggs. Have a nice night. ( chuckling) We can start with the entomologists, then ing the other bio-science teams down. I'd recommend we limit the number of crewmen on the surface to six at a time. Sensible. Enjoying yourselves? Very much. Thanks for sharing your camp with us. We're heading out in six hours. I suggest you get some sleep if you're still planning to come along. I wouldn't miss it. Good night. Good night. Night. ( sighs) I suppose I'll turn in then. Sounds like a good idea. I think I'll sit up for a while. Have fun. ( chuckling) Jonathan. Jonathan. Hello? ( leaves rustling) Is someone there? Jonathan. Who's there? If the Captain says he saw her, he saw her. Are there any others in your hunting party? No. Certainly no human females. You sure she wasn't from your vessel? I'm sure. ( communication beep) Archer. Mayweather here, Captain. There are no other ships on the surface or in orbit. Thanks, Travis. Archer out. Nothing. She was young... long blonde hair. She was wearing some kind of a nightgown. A nightgown, sir? Perhaps you were dreaming. It wasn't a dream. She said my name. She knew who I was. And... I think I knew her. Sir? There was something about her. I... I've seen her before. On this planet, it's always night. You're surrounded by things you can hear, but not see. It can, uh... stimulate the imagination. ESKA You wouldn't be the first person who looked into the jungle and saw something that wasn't there. She was real. Captain Archer, what are the chances you'd encounter a half-naked woman who you think you know dozens of light-years from your homeworld? Go to sleep. If you're lucky, maybe she'll visit you in your dreams. ( laughing) These can detect infrared. Among other things. What are you going after today? We saw a pack of fire wolves yesterday about six kilometers from here. It's a difficult hike. I'll try to keep up. ( laughing) We'd appreciate it. We only have two days left. What's the hurry? To preserve Dakala, our law states that we're allowed to hunt here for four days each year. Then we have to leave. Hunters often wait decades for a chance to come here. Are those volcanic vents? Yes. That area's particularly active. Mineral springs, steam vents. It's quite spectacular. Could be worth checking out while Malcolm's on his safari. I'll get my camera. Did you sleep well, Captain? Yes, fine. Good. If you see any beautiful females today, you'll be sure to let us know. Drayjin, a female. They're very unpredictable. Reminds me of Yellowstone. It's more like the grottoes of Deneva Prime. I'm detecting a large geothermal shaft, 60 meters in that direction. I'd like to examine it. Sir? Permission granted. Stay in contact. So... she was wearing a nightgown? You think she's real. I wasn't hallucinating. Captain, it doesn't make any sense. I know. Trip... have you ever known me to do anything foolish? I mean, really foolish? I remember a poker game at Jupiter Station once. Other than that... Last night, I walked into an alien jungle, alone... chasing a woman who couldn't possibly have been there. That might qualify. ( sighs) It was like I was being drawn to her. Like I didn't have any control over what I was doing. I can't explain it. She must have been some woman. ( leaves rustling) ( growling) Wraith! What is it? Is there something out there? It could be a plume of steam. It can fool our thermal scanners. Well, let's find out. No point in all of us chasing a sensor ghost. You two stay on the trail. Damrus! Take care of our guest. We'll catch up. ( panting) Jonathan. Who are you? How do you know my name? I... need you, Jonathan. You're speaking English. I need you to understand. I know you. How is that possible? If you didn't know me, would you have come? You said you needed me. Why? You're different. Different? What is it? ( anxious eathing) What's wrong? Harm. I don't want to harm you. Not Jonathan. Then who? Who wants to harm you? Captain? T' Are you all right? Fine. You disappeared on us. What are you doing out here? Just... taking some scans. ( screeching roar) ( agonized screams) Hold him! I'm trying. If you can't keep him steady... Burzaan, you're going to be fine, but you have to be still. Archer to Enterprise. What did that? Go ahead, sir. I didn't see it. We split off to follow another trail. Tell Dr. Phlox to stand by. Yes, sir. It was a drayjin. The females can be very aggressive, especially if they're protecting a nest. The wound's deep. Get me the bonding kit. There's no internal damage, but he's lost a great deal of blood. We've got a doctor onboard our ship. I've alerted him to stand by. We're prepared to deal with injuries, here, Captain. We need him for the hunt. If their doctor can help... We only have two more days. Thank you, Captain. Obviously, we want him to have the best treatment. Let's get him back to the shuttlepod. You and Malcolm go with him. You should all return to your ship. We came to this planet aware of its dangers. You didn't. I'm not ready to leave. Lieutenant Reed reports they've docked with Enterprise. Thanks. T'Pol... Come in. I saw her again... near the thermal vents. She spoke to me. What did she say? She said she... needed me. I think... someone may be trying to hurt her. I believe you should reconsider returning to Enterprise. And have Dr. Phlox take a look at me? There are no psychotropic compounds here. I wasn't hallucinating, and I wasn't dreaming. So, the only logical conclusion is that she is a real human woman? I don't know what she is. I know it's not possible for her to be human, but she's appearing to me for a reason, and I'm going to figure out what it is. How? I'm going to find her. I'll go with you. No. A well-armed hunter was nearly killed today. It would be foolish to go into the jungle alone. I have to. She's chosen to communicate with me. I don't know why. But I don't think she'd reveal herself if anyone else was around. Is that your only reason for going by yourself? What? With respect, Captain, I wonder if you would be so determined to find this apparition if it were a scantily-clad man. How's he doing, Doc? It was a simple matter to synthesize his blood type for a transfusion. He'll be back on his feet in a few hours. I'll let the Captain know. Commander, could you, uh, tell me what attacked him? They call it a drayjin. It looks like a big nasty pig. Kind of tastes like one, too. I found cellular residue in the wound. It clearly doesn't belong to this gentleman. I assume it must have come from the animal that mauled him. What am I looking at? The cells are in a state of chromosomal flux. They're mutating. It's as if they're trying to change into something, but can't quite figure out what. That must have been a most unusual pig. Hello? Are you there? ( device beeps softly) I'm alone. ( surprised grunt) Jonathan. You're not a hallucination. You're real. I can touch you. Real. Yes. But... you're not human, are you? Human? Human... like me. We are not like you. We? There are more of you? Where? I haven't seen others. We can become whatever you see... A tree, an animal, water, whatever you see. I see a beautiful woman. Because you want to see a beautiful woman. How do you know what I want? I can see your thoughts. I see what eludes you. You're telepathic. That's how you know my language. I know more than your language. Then you must know why I'm so drawn to you. Why I feel like I know you. You do know me. From where? Why did you choose me? You're different. You said that before. How? Who am I different from? The others. The only ones who have ever come here before you. You mean the Eska. Do you know why they come? To hunt. To hunt us, Jonathan. We are what they prize above all else. Well, you lost the drayjin, but at least you got some scars to show for it. Well, thanks to your doctor, I don't even have that. To the Captain and his fine physician. It was no problem, really. Well, we have to drink to something since we came back empty-handed. ( laughter) To... good hunting tomorrow. To good hunting. Mm-hmm. So, how'd you lose them? Drayjin are migratory. By the time we got back, they moved on. All those imaging sensors and you couldn't see where they went? They're more elusive than you give them credit for. Apparently. Do you hunt on your own world? ( laughing): Yes. ( laughs) Then why travel light-years to hunt here? Seems like a long way to come just to shoot a few wild pigs. We hunt more than wild pigs. The prey here is different. Boar... wolves, some large reptiles. It doesn't seem that different. Imagine hunting something that can get inside your mind, sense your thoughts. Is that different enough? What are you talking about? Wraiths. You mean ghosts? They might as well be. Come on, fellas. That seems pretty farfetched. Does it? You saw one yourself. Your mystery woman. She was undoubtedly a wraith who wandered too close to camp. But she looked human. ( laughs) You don't even know if it was a she. They're shape-shifters. They can look like anything. Even people you know. That's how they trick you. They sound like intelligent, sentient beings. Not the way you or I would measure intelligence. It's an instinctual response. That's why we were tracking you the day you arrived. We thought they'd taken your form. They assume the exact characteristics of whatever they become. They turn into a rock, all you see is a rock. Even on scanners. Before we learned how to spot them, they killed more of us than we did of them. My father came here with eight other hunters. They drove a group of wraiths into a blind canyon. My father was sure that they had them cut off. But when they moved in... the wraiths were waiting. They'd read the hunters' minds. They knew their plan. My father made it out, but only two of his friends survived. ( chuckling) How do you catch them? In recent years, we... we learned when you corner them, they panic... especially the young ones. When they're afraid, they emit a chemical signature. Our scanners have been modified to detect it. It gives us an advantage. They know damn well what they're doing. I find this as distasteful as you do, Captain. I'm just not sure how we can stop them. They're well armed, and they know the terrain. I wouldn't want to try and take their weapons from them. We have no right to, in any case. What right do they have to come to this planet and shoot the locals? Hunting wild boar is one thing, but they're killing a sentient species. Even if we stop them, their people will continue to come here and hunt. They've done it for hundreds of years. Unless we find a more permanent solution. Captain? The hunters said the shape-shifters emit a chemical signature when they're afraid. That's what gives them away. You have a sample of their cells. I've been analyzing their mutative ability. Quite remarkable. Can you find a way to mask that chemical? That would shield them from the hunters' scans. I'll start right away. We may not be able to stop them from hunting here, but we could level the playing field. ( door opens) Evening, Captain. Trip. Get you anything? No, thanks. Milk, cold. Do you know any poetry? You mean, besides There was a young lady from Ipswich? When I was a kid, if I had trouble sleeping, my mother would recite a poem to me. There was one I always asked for. Had a funny name... The... Song of the Wandering Aengus. I didn't learn till I was older that it was by Yeats. I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head... Anyway... the man in the poem catches a fish, and it turns into a beautiful woman... with apple blossoms in her hair. She calls his name and then vanishes. And? He spends the rest of his life searching for her. His... vision of perfection, I suppose. Something he could never quite find. It's her. Captain. When I listened to the poem, I must have created an image of that woman in my mind. I haven't thought about it in years. That's why I didn't recognize her at first. She isn't someone that I ever knew. She's someone I imagined as a child. The elusive woman from the poem. Why do you think this shape-shifter reached into your mind and picked an image you'd almost forgotten? I don't know. Maybe that poem's been on your mind more than you realize. Phlox to Captain Archer. Archer. Captain, I may have found something. I'll be right there. She may just be something I envisioned a long time ago. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone shoot her. Are you sure? It's a wraith. I'm not picking up a signature. It was probably just a drayjin. I saw it shift. It's a wraith. Stay with it. ( snarling) Where is it? I'm not picking up anything. It has to be here. There's no way out. Well, if it's cornered, it must be terrified. Why can't we detect it? It may not be afraid now, but it's about to be. ( screeching roar) ( groans) I'm all right. Something's wrong. We should have seen it. Maybe our scanners aren't working. All of them? ( distant screeching roar) ( screeching continues) We need to leave. Let's get back to camp. ( groaning) How was the hunt? Any luck? What are you doing here? We wanted to take a few more scans before we left. Is everything all right? We're fine. You sure? You look pretty rattled. Our scanners are malfunctioning. Sorry to hear it. Looks like you won't be taking home any trophies this year. Strange... but we never failed on the hunt before you arrived. I guess we must be bad luck. Are you there? Yes. They're gone. For now. Did you give the others the masking agent? Yes. It'll keep you safe. Thank you. I know who you are. You remembered. Thank you... for reminding me. Never stop seeking what seems unobtainable. Good-bye, Jonathan. Don't forget me. I won't.
Kora noosa? Kora noosa? Irr zoun nagool ahsp. Oht. Cucht eeta ekrajhn-voy? Irr gnales. Nohm setron quetsivoo! NanDi. Vaneeday. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Cucht nee va zeh? Nass. Y-solah-na. Y-solah-na! Krem! ( groans) Tenda sout bazul. Ningor. Tah. Ningor! Tah. Ooh! Gard-day latinum sou-tah! Lahje! Sapa-moul! Ehj saf-rey tomen-dee. Konah see-oh-mahj irr zoon. Orink! Senpa tah-moy. Lorala rrela. Latinum soun teyvalah. Ulis tenda vool. ( irritated growl) Shekalai. ( beeping rapidly) Sop moepree. ( exhaling) ( door opens) La-voy DaiMon. ( console beeping loudly) Narool deemo! Mirra. Mirra. Muk lat Ulis. Klaxut. Feesha vou dole. Ree-jahvey. Doc, isn't my time up yet? You said 20 minutes. It's been at least an hour. Getting a little well-done in here. Doctor? Hello? ( sighs) Guzah puh naam. Sel tre-oght da-techt. Ehj ocuuz sahfi? Guzah louz. ( glass shatters) Ooh... ( rattling) ( yelps) Lam-rouvah tahp! ( moans softly) ( grunting) ( growls) ( sniffs) ( growls) ( sniffs) Ooh... ( sniffs) ( happy sigh) ( sighs) ( grunting) ( speaking Ferengi) Ingala habi. Who are you? Ingala duk habi? I don't understand. Duk habi nakustra? What? Bok, megoron duk what I'm saying? Sit down! Who the hell are you? Who we are is unimportant. Do you command this ship? I'm the Captain. What have you done to my crew? They're sleeping. They won't be harmed as long as you cooperate. What do you want? Where is the location of your vault? Vault? I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe the translator's malfunctioning. He understands. This is a vessel of exploration, not a cargo ship. We don't do any commerce. Whatever it is you're after, you won't find it here. You carry no valuables of any kind? No precious gems, no latinum? I just told you. Liar! Whoever you are... just take what you want and get off my ship. Cousin, maybe we should. We've made some good acquisitions already. There's more here. He's hiding something. I agree with Krem. Let's take what we have and go. What do we have? Scanners, low-grade weapons. Nothing but trinkets. Don't forget about the females. Some of them are worth their weight in latinum. If we leave now, we can make the next slave market on Stameris. Slave market? You're right, Krem. Pick out the females that will ing the best price. I already have. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Wait. You've reconsidered? I'll show you where the vault is... if you let me keep half the gold. Gold-pressed latinum? Gold bars. Hundreds of them. But I keep half. Ten percent. Forty. Fifteen. Thirty-five, and not a bar less. You'll never find the vault without my help. 20 percent... final offer. No deal. I'd rather you take the women and go. 35 percent. That's not a bad offer, Ulis. Maybe we should consider it. No. We'll find the vault ourselves. Krem, start loading the merchandise. Why am I always stuck doing the menial labor? Make him do it. Oh, not there. Over here. If you're going to make a habit out of this, you might want to get a bigger ship. It's not my ship. It's my cousin's. Really. I was getting the impression you were in charge. ( chuckling) This is only my first month on the job. How do you like it so far? My cousin's a skillful merchant. I'm learning a lot from him. Oh, you'd better slide that over to make room for the others. What do you need all this for, anyway? You seem to already have plenty of technology. One can never have too much. The Rules of Acquisition say Expand or die. Rules of Acquisition? That's Rule Number 45. I've memorized all 173 including the most important one: A man is only worth the sum of his possessions. Back on my homeworld, that kind of thinking almost destroyed our civilization. You should have managed your businesses better. Come on. We have a lot more moving to do. We? So what do you do? Split the profits equally between the four of you? Oh, my cousin determines the shares. You must get a bigger percentage than your crewmates. Actually, I get the smallest. Oh, that doesn't seem fair. You're the one doing all the work. My cousin knows what's best for me. He manages all my financial transactions. Really? I... don't have the lobes for business. I assume he charges you for his services. Of course. He wouldn't be a very good businessman if he didn't. Never allow family to stand in the way of profit. Another one of your rules? Number Six. My cousin's going to help me acquire my own ship some day. ( coughing) You think you could ing me a glass of water? ( coughing) It comes out of a dispenser in the Mess Hall. I'll be right back. Ooh, do you think you could ing me some food while you're at it? Whatever's left in the serving case. That is, if you haven't already taken everything. You all right, Captain? Never better. You? From what I can tell, you and I are the only ones on the ship still standing. I would've tried to wake some of the others, but there's nothing left in Sick Bay to do it with. I'm not surprised. These aliens are taking everything they can get their hands on. Who are they? I don't know yet. Can you get a phase-pistol? They cleaned out the Armory. There are 14 weapons lockers on this ship. They can't have emptied every one of them. Trust me, Captain, I've already checked. I've got an idea. But you're going to need some help to pull it off. They used a hypospray to wake me up. It's in Launch Bay 2. ( footsteps approaching) This is pretty good. Glad you're enjoying it. Maybe we should take your cook with us. ( both chuckling) Do you mind? Oh. Oh. Um... Commander...? You're going to be fine. Just because a guy's in his underwear, you think the worst. I assume you have an explanation. Dr. Phlox made me clear bio-scan after I got back from that lunar survey. While I was in Decon, something knocked out the entire crew. Aliens are in control of the ship. That artifact you ought back from the lunar surface... It must have been placed there intentionally. When I opened it, the canister released some kind of gas. ( door opening) This female... is different from the others. What species is she? She's a Vulcan. Vulcan. They're really not all that interesting once you get to know them. I'd like to get to know this one. Maybe I won't sell her... not right away. Trust me. She's got no sense of humor. She's always complaining. ( gasping) Krem. Huh? You okay? There are times I wish Vulcans hadn't learned to repress their violent tendencies. Come on, we've got work to do. What about the others? I can't wake anybody else up. This hypospray is empty. Let's go. Unless you want to be sold into slavery. ( sighs) There's nothing here. You're not scanning deep enough. This is their vault. I saw one just like it on a Gavarian ship. Why would they keep a vault in the medical bay? Rule of Acquisition Number 23: Nothing is more important than your health... except for your money. ( chuckles) I don't see a locking mechanism. It must use some sort of magnetic seal. I'll need micro-charges to blow it open. Hold on. ( concerned grunts) ( yells) This is a waste of time. We've only got three hours before they begin to wake. It'll take days to search every hatch. We'll find it, Muk. Be patient. Open those. FERENGI ( on monitor): Empty. Ah! I found something! Gold? No, but it looks like quality merchandise. Oh, splendid craftsmanship. Add it to the pot. Do I look like a Menk to you? This beauty's going in my personal collection. We agreed to split our profits. You said this ship would make us rich. We'll be lucky if we eak even. We had a deal. I'm amending it. Anything I find, I keep. Fine. I'll just deduct it from your share of the gold. What's wrong, Ulis? Can't find your pot of gold? What's all this? Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey! Don't touch. If you're not going to help us, you should return to the ship. And what are you doing? Looking for the vault. They're not going to put it on a map, you idiot. I know that. But look. If I'm not mistaken, these are the Captain's quarters. So? FERENGI 2: That's where you keep your latinum. Hmm? What's the quickest route? We could take this elevator to this deck and cut through here. It's worth a look. ( alarm blaring) Weapons! Where is it coming from? Over here! Make it stop! ( alarm stops) Let's get to their Captain's quarters. ( chuckles) Where are my scanners? I left them right here! You should be more careful with your acquisitions. Oh, oh! Open your bag. No. Open it. Are you calling me a thief? Everybody knows you'd steal the wax out of your own mother's ears. Please, gentlemen. We're partners. Partners don't rob from each other. Why would I bother taking some worthless scanners? ( beeping) Worthless? I didn't put them there. Oh, really? Then who did? I tell you, I don't know! Maybe they just jumped off the table and crawled inside. Where's the other one? There were three. Don't look at me. Give it back. Get away. Come back here! You heard me, you cheating no-good liar! There. That one. I'm surprised your friend didn't get electrocuted. You can't just yank out an antimatter injector like it was a light bulb. Would you mind? I'll have to take the injector assembly off-line. ( grunts) Warp core parts are in high demand. Hmm. Even if your cousin does find the vault, what makes you think he's going to share the gold with you? We have a contract. If you never see the vault, you'll never know what's in it. He could try to cheat you out of your share. He wouldn't cheat me. What happened to... Never allow family to stand in the way of profit? I've seen the way the others treat you. One of them said you have no talent for business. Why not prove them wrong? I've got a proposition for you. Help me capture your associates and I'll show you where the vault is. We'll split the gold, 50-50. Once they're in the ig, you can fly off a wealthy man. You said you've always dreamed of having your own ship. How do I know you won't double-cross me? You're the one holding the gun. Think about it. No more taking orders... getting stuck with the menial work. I'll even throw in the Vulcan female. ( excited moan) So... what'll it be? Opportunities like this don't come along every day. Get back to work. It's your loss. Where is the vault? Do you understand me? ( barks) I can't lock on to its language. It's a lower life-form, you fool. Probably the Captain's next meal. Don't be so sure. Look at the size of its ears. I could get several bars of latinum for this creature at the Malurzian Zoo. There's nothing here. Let's search the other quarters. I've had enough of vault hunting for one day. You two have fun. ( chuckles) Who's there? One of the aliens is awake! ( clink) ( yells) ( grunting) ( screaming) ( groans) Why aren't you asleep? ( yells) ( groans) What's next? Where do you expect me to put it? There's hardly any room left on your ship. I think it's time you decided what you really want to keep. Uh, I'll ask Ulis. Can't you make a simple decision by yourself? If you want to run your own ship someday, maybe you should start showing a little initiative. I'm not the one in charge. And you never will be with that attitude. Who's this? My Chief Engineer. Why is he awake? Don't ask me. Are there others? I haven't seen anybody. You? Uh... FERENGI 2: The anesthesia isn't supposed to wear off for another two hours. Maybe we used the wrong dosage. There could be others awake. We should leave. Not without the gold. Forget the gold. We'll never find it. If you want to leave, take one of their shuttlecraft. I'll be happy to keep your share. You expect me to go empty-handed? You can keep the shuttlecraft and the females. That's not good enough. It'll have to be. You'll regret this, Ulis. Get out. Grish, help me with the women. Wait. I'll show you the vault. Trip... Leave the women here, and I'll let you have the gold. Not another word, Commander. That's an order. I'm not letting them take my wife. Wife? She's not the one with the pointy ears, is she? No. Her name's Hoshi. And you're going to keep your filthy hands off her. Do we have a deal? You take them anywhere near that vault and I'll throw you in the ig for insubordination. You don't give a damn about this crew. All you care about is your precious gold. I'm warning you, Trip. You're a greedy son of a bitch. What's your wife worth? Five bars of gold, maybe six? Let them take Hoshi and I'll give you ten. What?! All right, 15. ( yelling) Enough! ( growling) I accept your offer. You'll leave the women? You have my word as a businessman. Follow me. Wait here. I'll go. So you can cheat us out of our share? Hide it in the bottom of your bag? I plan to count every bar of that gold myself before it leaves the vault. We'll count it later. Oh, I know you too well, Ulis. If he's going, I'm going. Me, too. We can't all go. Time's running out. Someone has to stay and finish loading the ship. That's Krem's job. I'm tired of doing this job. I don't want to do all the menial work. Krem... It's time that I showed a little... initiative. I have the lobes for business. You just never give me the chance to prove it. Get back to work! Yes, cousin. ( snickering) ( chuckling) You... sure told him. Get back to work. ( groans) My back. What about it? I think I pulled a muscle. It's an old water polo injury. Flares up every now and then. I just need to rest. We don't have any time. If Ulis comes back and we're not finished... Then you'd better get working. ( grunts) Where are we going? Bottom deck. We already looked there. You obviously didn't look in the right place. After you. T' Have you come to rescue me? How did you wake up? Whatever put the others to sleep didn't affect me in the same way. My body works differently than the humans. Hew-mahns? That's the name of their species. They're a terrible race. Deceitful, cruel. Why do you live with them? It wasn't my choice. I'm a captive here. They've enslaved me. Please, take me with you. You would make... a handsome wife. Do you... know how to perform... oo-mox? I'm well-trained in the arts of pleasure... Oh... but I'm not familiar with oo-mox. My lobes. Stroke... my lobes. ( gasping) Like this? Yes. And this? Oh, yes! Haven't we been through this section? Not yet. I recognize that conduit. We have a thousand conduits like that on this ship. We're going in circles. This way. Isn't there a more direct route? That's the beauty of this thing. It's impossible to find unless you know exactly where you're going. How much further? Keep your shirt on. It's close. Watch your head. Is this your plan... to walk us to death? Is this some kind of trick? Relax. We're here. Oh! ( Ferengis grunting) The vault? It's all yours. Open it. Open it! You better let me go in first. Why? Knowing Captain Archer, he's probably rigged the place with booby traps. Just... give me a few minutes to check it out. No! You could have a weapon hidden in there. I'll go. Not without me, you won't. You'll fill your pockets with gold... Take your hands off me! We don't have all day! Get away from that hatch! Out of my way! Thief! I want my share! It's mine! Get back, or I'll gnaw your hands off! My gold! My gold! It's a trap! ( conduit hissing) Sorry, fellas... bank must be closed today. Did it work? Perfectly. ( relieved sigh) Do you have the key? Not that interesting. No sense of humor. Always complaining? I'll make it up to you. How? Five bars of gold? Open these things, Subcommander. That's an order. ( groans) ( Porthos whining) Oh, yes. Yeah, Porthos. Yes. You okay? I'm going to be contacting the Vulcan High Command, as well as Starfleet. If you come within a light-year of any one of our ships, you won't know what hit you. You'll never see us again. If you want to be unshackled, you might think about showing Krem here a little more respect. Vermin! Release me... and I'll forget this ever happened. Later... maybe... if you're nice. Let me go, you idiot! Shut up! Are you sure you want to stay here with the hew-mahns? With my ship and your talents, we could build a vast... fortune. I'll let you have my latinum pen... The one you've always had your eye on. No, thanks. My beetle snuff collection? Makes me sneeze. Name your price. Whatever he offers you, I'll double it. Krem... we're family. I know a Bolian female. I could introduce you.
I thought Cajun food was hot. D'Marr... what did you call that... spice? Haljaran. The warlords on Preenos use it to test their courage. You sure you won't have some? My courage doesn't need testing. I have other items to trade. I can get you some Triaxian silk for, say... another protein resequencer? I bet you'd look good in Triaxian silk. What we really need are engineering supplies. Raw duratanium, dilithium ore. I'm sorry. I prefer to deal in more... exotic goods. But about two days from here there's a small system. You might find what you're looking for there. We haven't detected any inhabited planets on long-range scans. It's not inhabited... not exactly. What do you mean? Mmm! This is excellent. What is it again? Coffee. I can have my chef wrap up a few kilograms for you... if you wouldn't mind telling us where we can find those supplies. Captain, please, this isn't a matter of negotiation. I'm thinking of your safety. Ten kilos? It's pure luck that I even found it. Found what? A ship. Crashed on one of the inner planets. There were no life-signs aboard, so I landed to... claim my rights of salvage. What'd you find? A transport vessel, largely intact. I could have stripped it bare and made a fortune. Why didn't you? The, um... crew objected. You said there weren't any life-signs aboard. There weren't. There wasn't anything alive. What are you saying, the ship was haunted? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The atmosphere is thin, but eathable. Any bio-signs? As the trader said, none. I've located the ship, sir. Let's see it. T' No power signatures. It appears to be deserted. But are your sensors cali ated for ghosts? So far, D'Marr's batting a thousand. I'm reading duratanium, beryllium and... dilithium. I wonder what caused the crash. There's no way to tell without a closer look. Let's get down there. Are we sure that's a good idea? You're not afraid it's really haunted, are you? We don't know what happened to the crew. That ship could be a tomb. You really think we should be picking through it for spare parts, sir? D'Marr didn't say anything about bodies. Captain, we've taken more damage out here than we ever expected to. There's enough duratanium down there to patch a lot of hull fractures. Let's pay her a visit. If we feel the spirits don't want us there, we'll leave. Malcolm, you have the Bridge. Aye, sir. Travis, you're driving. T'Pol? Nothing. According to D'Marr, Engineering should be that way. You and T'Pol check it out. Com us if you find anything we can use. Or if you... see any signs of the crew. Aye, Captain. Everything okay, Travis? Yes, sir. I was just wondering, if that trader left in such a hurry, why'd he bother to close the hatch behind him? ( distant clicking) What is it? I heard something. Rats, maybe? No. Well, then you probably imagined it. Vulcans don't imagine things. It's nothing to be ashamed of. A spooky ship, a missing crew, things going bump in the night. It'd give anybody the creeps. The creeps? Yeah. Willies. Heebie-jeebies. What, don't you get frightened every once in a while? No. Not by anything? No. Too bad. Nothing like a good scare. What do you think that trader really saw down here, sir? I don't know. Maybe... someone else wanted to salvage this wreck and they were trying to scare him off. That makes sense. Except scavengers would've stripped this ship to the keel. This isn't turning into one of your famous ghost stories, is it? It would make a good one, sir. ( chuckles) What do you think? Computer terminal? Yes, sir. There's no power, but the data modules look intact. Let's get them back to the ship, see if we can find out what happened here. It's dilithium, all right. Huh. Something wrong? No. The crystals are in perfect shape. Wouldn't be that hard to get this ship flying again. What is it? There's someone here. You said there weren't any bio-signs. There aren't. If you're trying to scare me, I appreciate the effort, but... Tucker to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're not alone down here. We're on our way. There's a space behind this bulkhead. Why didn't any of this show up on sensors? There appears to be a dampening field in this section of the ship. What's generating it? I'm reading a power source, but I can't pinpoint its location. Then let's do some pinpointing. Hi. Sorry. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Hey! T'Pol! We were on our way back from our colony on Kotara Barath. We came under attack as we passed this system. Who attacked you? They didn't introduce themselves; they just opened fire. We're a supply ship. We don't carry large weapons. We tried to defend ourselves. The Captain was able to make a crash landing. It's a miracle we all survived. Didn't you send out a distress call? If we had, it would have let the raiders know where we were. So you set up this dampening field to hide. We were afraid they'd come down and finish what they started. How long have you been here? Nearly three years. Three years. You've made quite a home for yourselves here. Well, we didn't have much choice. Well, you do now. Our ship is big enough for all of you. We can take you home. You're very generous, Captain. But our world is over a year away. Well, we can't just leave you here. As you say, we've made a home for ourselves. What about their engines? Their dilithium matrix is stable. They've got plenty of antimatter reserves. I think we can get this ship flying. We've tried, believe me. We have resources you may not have. It's worth a shot. Thank you, Captain. ( faint clattering) Oh! ( sighs heavily) You startled me. That's twice in one day. You ever say anything? Unless you're unable to say anything... in which case I apologize. ( instrument whirring) Don't touch that! The power's been routed to our living area through that relay. It's very dangerous. Well, I'm glad you finally decided to speak up. Thanks. You're welcome. You, uh... know a lot about your ship's systems? My father's the Engineer. He taught me how things work. Well, stick around then. You can warn me about whatever else I need to keep my hands off of. He's busy. Don't bother him, Liana. It's okay. I could use the company. My daughter has other responsibilities. These relays are cross-circuited. Liana and her father rerouted power where they needed it. See here? They shunted helm control to airponics. Efficient. But I'll need to reconnect the Bridge systems. I'll ask Liana to give you a hand. That's not necessary. It'll go faster. I can take care of it. She knows the ship's systems inside and out. She kept me from getting fried on a live plasma feed. Perhaps she can help you then. What's that supposed to mean? By the way you keep talking about her, you obviously appreciate her technical expertise. She's very competent. So was the female engineer on the Xyrillian ship. You're never going to let that go, are you? I'm simply noting that the last time you found someone this competent, you wound up carrying her child. Am I interrupting? Not at all. Commander Tucker and I were just discussing his previous... repair experience. I thought you might like something to eat. No, thank you. I'm going to remove those power shunts on the Bridge. Are you hungry? Thanks. Mmm. It's delicious. What is it? It's called lorella. We grow it in the airponics bay. Nothing will take root outside. I'm not surprised. It's amazing you were able to survive out here. Why do I feel like it's feeding time at the zoo? Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. Hmm. Please. I wish more women would pay that much attention to me. Do you know a lot of women? Well... nearly a third of the crew is female. What about on... What did you call your planet? Earth. I've got lady friends back there, but... nobody special, if that's what you mean. Not anymore. What about your world? Kantare? What about it? Well, as soon as we get your engines fixed, you'll be going back, seeing your friends. I bet you're looking forward to that. Commander? I hear you've been making progress. Uh, we're getting there. There is something else you might be able to help us with. Your computer core? It controls all the ship's vital functions. Environmental systems. Main power. You might say it keeps us alive. These are optronic relays. Yes, and the system's beginning to degrade. It could fail at any time. I've worked on something like this. On a Xyrillian ship. Then you can fix it? I can try. I'll need some diagnostic gear from Enterprise. Why don't you come along? I could buy you lunch. Thank you, Commander, but we still have a lot to do here. Oh, you've been marooned for three years. A change of scenery for an hour or two couldn't hurt. Another time. Okay. I'll be back before you know it. Why can't I go? You know why. What's wrong with seeing their ship, meeting some of their crew? I think you've met enough of their crew already. These are good people. They want to help us. I promise not to say anything. Here. This is where they say their engines were hit. There's a lot of damage. Impact damage, sir. No scorch marks. No melting. No indications of any weapons fire. Maybe they were hit by some kind of weapon we're not familiar with. It's possible. They also say they haven't sent out a distress call because it'd give away their position. You're not buying that, either. They crashed three years ago, sir. Whoever attacked them has to be gone by now. Why are they still hiding? Just because they're a little skittish doesn't mean they're up to something. There's also their airponics bay. What about it? It's not big enough to feed all the people on that ship, sir. Not by a long shot. How are they surviving down there? It doesn't make any sense. Do we still have their data module? It's in Shuttlepod 1. Have Hoshi download it. Let me know as soon as she has anything. Aye, sir. How many people are on Enterprise? Eighty-three. All humans? Mostly. You met T'Pol. She's Vulcan. And Dr. Phlox is from a planet called Denobula. Can I meet him? Are you kidding? I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't introduce you. And there's Porthos, Captain Archer's dog. Dog? Oh, I guess you don't have a word for that. He's a mammal. Four legs, big ears, kind of cute. What does he do? Not much. He's the Captain's pet. Of course... his pet. ( chuckles) I've never seen a dog before. Can we see it? Well, I hope you'll have some time left for me. I don't know. It sounds like I'm going to be very busy. ( laughs) So... tell me about Kantare. It's boring. I want to hear about the places you've been. Our mission's really just getting started. We haven't been to many planets yet. Where are you going next? No idea. That's the fun part. Which planet was your favorite? If I had to choose right now... I'd say this one. Archer to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. Could you come to my ready room? On my way. Billy... could you continue this lady's tour? I still owe you lunch. I'll meet you in the Mess Hall. I hear you've been spending a lot of time with Liana. Did T'Pol say something? Sir... I swear I've been nothing but a perfect gentleman. I'm sure you have, Trip. This doesn't have anything to do with that. Oh. We were wondering if you'd noticed any strange behavior from her or any of the others. Strange behavior? What's going on? Hoshi translated the data module we found on their ship. We were able to reconstruct what happened right before they crashed. They already told us what happened. According to this... they weren't attacked. There was an accident on board. What kind of an accident? There are some gaps in the data, but it looks like some kind of catastrophic malfunction. There was a massive depressurization when the ship went down. Maybe that data module was damaged during the crash. It's not just the data module. When their story didn't check out, the Captain asked me to run some detailed scans of the ship. According to the oxidation rate in the hull plating... that ship's been sitting down there a lot longer than three years. It went down nearly 22 years ago, Trip. That doesn't make any sense. Check the scans yourself. Why wouldn't Liana have told me? The data also shows that they launched a number of escape pods just before the crash. Malcolm found one. It was still in orbit. We're inging it on board. This is obviously someone's final resting place. What do you expect to accomplish by opening it? I'm not quite sure. ( air hissing) I don't believe you'll be needing my services. It's Shilat, Captain. I saw him on their ship an hour ago. Alive. ( tapping console) ( beeping) Vanilla, huh? There are different kinds? Oh, hundreds. I like Rocky Road. That sounds terrible. Why do they call it that? I never really thought about it. I guess because it's got nuts in it. It's also got marshmallows, but I don't think that's got anything to do with the name. Marshmallows? They're little, um... Uh, they're made of sugar, mostly. You know, I'm not sure what they are. ( chuckling) Anyway, did you enjoy the tour? Oh, very much. I think Sick Bay was my favorite. Dr. Phlox let me feed his bat. Oh. He also asked me to lunch. Had I known you were going to be gone so long... I'm sorry, um... Something important came up. What's wrong? Liana, how long have you been on this planet? Captain Kuulan told you. I want you to tell me. Why? Because our scans show your ship crashed 22 years ago. Well, your scans must be wrong. That's what I told Captain Archer. I said there wasn't any reason for you to lie to us. Is there? We found one of your escape pods. I think I should go now. Liana... Take me back. There was a body in it. Been dead for a long time. It was Shilat. Can you explain that to me? I can't. Tell me what's going on. I'm sorry, but I can't. Please take me home. Do you need some help? Not at all. I thought you were repairing the optronic relays. I've done as much as I can do for now. I need to return to Enterprise to analyze the data. If you'll excuse me. Do you need some help? I need to contact my ship. Because of what you found? I don't understand. You were looking where you shouldn't have. Find T'Pol. I'm going to go talk to the Captain. I think it would be better if we stayed together, sir. You don't have to do this. You're not in any danger here. That would be easier to believe if you weren't hiding things from us. Can't you just fix our systems and go? Is that what you really want? How old were you when your ship crashed... five, six? Do you even remember what your home looks like? This is my home. Liana. I didn't tell them anything. No, she didn't. But if you want any more help from us, we're going to need some answers. We don't owe you answers. Take their weapons. Please, just let them leave. That's what you wanted in the first place. When the repairs are completed. Make him stop. He'll listen to you. Go back to your ship. Not without my officers. This isn't a negotiation. Liana. Get to work. Where's T'Pol? Don't worry about her. I'm going to need her help. You can do it on your own. I'm not doing a thing until I see her. Do as I say, or you'll never see her. What's so important about this thing? You'd really kill us to keep it running? You wouldn't understand. I don't care what your big secret is. It doesn't matter if you've been here three years or 30. But you got to think about Liana. We can help you take her home. Just fix those relays. You got a lot to learn about making friends. I've made all the friends I need. I'm sick of hearing that he's doing this for me. I don't believe it anymore. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for your father. He still should have told them the truth. You know he can't do that. He can do whatever he wants. He's not like you. You shouldn't have gone to their ship. You think this is my fault? I saw the way you looked at their Engineer. Are you sure you didn't say anything? No, I didn't. They'll be gone soon and everything will be fine again. We'll set the shuttle down in the foothills south of their ship. Won't they pick us up on sensors? Their dampening field should leave them as blind as we are. Unfortunately, that rules out using the transporter as well. We'll go in through their escape pod ports. That should put us near Engineering and their computer room. And with a bit of luck, near T'Pol and Commander Tucker. That's a pretty neat trick. Here you are watching me with a gun in your hand, while at the same time, your corpse is up on Enterprise. What do you do for an encore? Would you wait outside? I'm not supposed to leave him. It's all right. They do what I ask them to. Then why don't you ask them to let me go? I wish I could. Maybe you can tell me how I'm being guarded by a dead man. Do you think it's possible to tell a lie so many times that you begin to believe it's the truth? You can. I never really understood that until you came. Remember when you said you thought we were ghosts? In a way... you were right. Work your way down the port side. Com us if you find T'Pol. And be careful. Aye, sir. ( grunting yell) ( groaning in pain) That's why your father needs to keep this running. Yes. ( weapons fire) You can stop this. ( Reed groaning) You all right? Yeah. Where did he come from? Good question. You have to get them off the ship. Liana, please. If you don't, my friends could die. Please. ( grunting) ( grunting) What happened to your crew? They're gone, Captain. Isn't it obvious? Your real crew. Ah. They didn't seem real to you? I created them. Wasn't easy. Took time. You could touch them. They could make you laugh. Surprise you. They were holograms. They were our friends, our family for over 20 years. They're the only people I've ever known besides my father, until you came. But the ones you based them on... The crew of this ship... Where are they? I buried them out in the hills... the ones I could find after the crash. I killed them, so I buried them. That isn't true. You don't remember. You were a child. We were on our way home, just like Kuulan told you. But we weren't attacked. It was an ion storm. It overloaded our plasma conduits. I was the Chief Engineer. It was my responsibility to start repairs. But it was worse than I thought. Leaking plasma burned through the hull. We were losing atmosphere, so Captain Kuulan set a course for this planet. Sounds like you did everything you could to save the ship. ( scoffs) They're all dead. Apparently, I didn't do enough. They died because of me. No. It was my decision. She was in our quarters on the lowest deck. I knew she'd never survive a crash landing down there, so I went to get her. Any father would have done the same thing. I left my station. The plasma leak grew; there was an explosion. Half the crew died instantly... including my wife. A few made it to the escape pods, but... I... can't imagine what making that decision must have been like, but it was a long time ago. You need to consider your daughter now. Why do you think I did this? To retreat into some fantasy? Pretend it never happened? For two years, I tried to repair our ship, and I watched my daughter grow up alone. So, I decided to ing them back... her mother first, then Captain Kuulan and the others. I did everything I could to make it like it was for her. She deserves more. I've given her everything she needs. And when you're gone? Trip, please. Are you going to let her bury you out in the hills? And live the rest of her life with these... people you created? What if the relays burn out again? Then she'll really be alone. She's my daughter. It's not your concern. What if she gets hurt? What do you do then? Program a... holographic doctor? We've survived here successfully. Maybe you have. Ask Liana how she feels. Ask her if just surviving is enough. You all right? We'll finish working on your holographic systems, if that's what you want. But you should be sure that's all the help you need from us. It may be a long time before anyone comes by here again. ( door chimes) Come in. Welcome aboard. Thank you, Captain. You have a beautiful ship. Thanks. We're pretty proud of her. May I sit? Of course. ( exhales) I haven't been in space for a long time. It feels strange. Good, just a bit strange. Can I get you something? Some tea...? I'm fine. No, I'm not. Your Engineer is a very plain-spoken man. That's one way of putting it. I've never kept secrets from my daughter. She knows there's more to see beyond our little oasis. But she's never talked about leaving... not once. Now your Engineer thinks we should just pack up and go. ( sighs) 22 years, Captain... I've lived here for 22 years. Now, that ship down there may seem like nothing more than spare parts to you, but to me, it's home. I don't want to leave. I am happy here. Comfortable. But Mr. Tucker wants me to believe that I'm being selfish. He says now that I have the opportunity to leave, I should... That Liana deserves more. Maybe it's time I stopped being so afraid of change. Will you help me take my daughter home? We'll stay as long as it takes to get your ship flying. Thank you, Captain, but all we need are these components. I've got my own crew to do the work, some of them are pretty fair engineers. I saw to that. How's it going? Good. We're about to start realigning the antimatter injectors. That was fast. What's that? It's a protein resequencer. I figured you must be tired of eating the same food all the time. I, uh, programmed it for making ice cream... Only five flavors, but they're good ones. Rocky Road? You didn't think I'd send you off without Rocky Road? ( chuckles): Thank you. Are you sure you don't want us to stay for a while, lend a hand? You've got a lot more places to go. So do you. Maybe I'll see you out there. I'd like that.
( groans) Captain? Sir? ( voices, footsteps approaching) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( faint voices) ( groans) How many? I saw at least 30. This place is pretty big. There could be more. Any idea who attacked the shuttle? I didn't exactly have time to get a good look. ( grunts) The energy readings we got from the other side of that moon could have come from the Helix. There's a wall about five meters high. It's looks like it surrounds this entire building. I see something that might be a guard tower, but I can't be sure. Any people? No, sir. You up for another walk? You're the new arrivals. Why are we here? Why are any of us here? ( Klaxon blaring) ( metal clanking) ( gasps, groans) Follow me. Thank you, Major. Please, sit down. I can understand why you're upset. No doubt you've had a difficult afternoon. To say the least. I meant to speak to you earlier, but I had some urgent business to attend to. I apologize. We don't see many Starship Captains here. Jonathan Archer? That's right. You must be Travis Mayweather. And you are? I am Colonel Grat. I take it you're the man in charge. I took the liberty to examine the database in your shuttlecraft. So I know that you're from a planet called Earth and that you serve on a vessel called Enterprise. What I don't know is what you were doing within our military zone. Military zone? You entered orbit of our second moon. You must have detected it. We... picked up some unusual energy readings, but we had no idea where they were coming from. We were simply curious. Your curiosity almost got you killed. Fortunately, our patrol ship didn't vaporize your shuttlecraft. You might think about putting up a no trespassing sign. I'll pass that along. Where are we now? This is a detention complex. It's several light-years from where we found you. Does everyone that violates your territory get thrown into a place like this? We're at war with a species that can mimic the appearance of almost any humanoid. We had to make certain that you weren't infiltrators. If you're worried we're Suliban, trust me, we're not. I know. We've already tested your DNA. You're familiar with the Cabal? Unfortunately. Then you must know about their genetic enhancements and how dangerous they can be. Firsthand. I hope you didn't suffer too many casualties. We've been... lucky... so far. We're eager to get back to Enterprise. If you'll take us to our shuttlepod, we'll be on our way. I'm afraid I don't have the authority to release you. We have very strict regulations. You'll have to appear before a magistrate on Tandar Prime. But the hearing should be ief. I'll explain that this was just a... innocent misunderstanding. When's this hearing? A transport will be here in three days. Three days?! I wish I could offer you more comfortable accommodations. Unfortunately, this detention complex is overcrowded at the moment. I would advise you to keep to yourselves. If the Suliban give you any trouble, simply tell one of the guards. I'd like to contact my ship. Let them know we're all right. I can't permit that, Captain. Regulations? But I will call them personally and explain the situation. ( buzzer sounds) Escort these gentlemen back to their quarters. Make sure they get a proper meal. I'm sorry we couldn't have met under better circumstances. So am I. They call this a proper meal? I should save it for Commander Tucker. It'd make a good valve sealant. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll take the first watch. This thing doesn't hold much. I'll be right back. How about waiting your turn? I can't believe you'd do this to a child. Do what? She's a little young to be a member of the Cabal. You don't know what you're talking about. I know that you're given genetic tricks as payment. What are they giving her? ( Klaxon blaring) I don't know who you are, but you're wrong about us. Is that so? We're not genetically enhanced and we're not members of the Cabal. If that's true, then what are you doing here? Didn't Colonel Grat tell you? We're dangerous. All Suliban are dangerous. It's past curfew. We were just on our way back. Sorry, Danik. It's the second time this week. Klev, please. It's only for one night. It's my fault. I'm the one who kept them here. Get back to your cell. Where are you taking him? Isolation. Unless you want to join him, do as I say. Will you make sure she gets back? I'll see you in the morning. Don't worry. I'd like to speak with them. I'm sorry, but regulations forbid that. There's nothing to be concerned about. They've been placed in comfortable quarters and they're perfectly safe. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather hear that from the Captain. I'm afraid that's not possible. May we attend the hearing? Of course. Will they be given legal representation? They're also free to choose their own counsel. When you arrive at Tandar Prime, you'll be contacted by the Central Magistrate's Office. We'll need the coordinates. I'm sending them now. Thank you, Colonel. Good luck to you. Hoshi? I can't trace the signal. He must have scrambled the carrier wave. Keep at it. What are you suggesting we do? Mount a rescue? The thought crossed my mind. It would be a mistake to provoke the Tandarans any further. So, we just sit on our hands? The hearing's in three days. And what if they're found guilty? Sentenced to 30 years in prison? That's unlikely. If you want to explore alien cultures, you'll need to learn to respect their laws. If Captain Archer were here, I'm sure he'd agree. If you'd like, I'll contact the Vulcan High Command. They might be willing to send an arbitrator. A Vulcan lawyer? He'd be better off getting the electric chair. Electric chair? Never mind. Set a course for Tandar Prime. Hello again. I hope isolation wasn't too rough. It gets very cold in there at night. Sometimes I wish I was genetically enhanced. If you've come to apologize, don't. It was just a misunderstanding. Actually, I was hoping to find out what's going on around here. Maybe you should talk to one of the Tandarans. I spoke to Colonel Grat, but I get the feeling he's not telling me the whole story. Archer. My name is Jonathan Archer. More? I've had plenty. Thank you. It was very good. You look like Tandarans. Why don't you go and find your friends? And don't forget curfew. I won't. We're not criminals, Captain, and we're not soldiers. The only thing we're guilty of is being Suliban. They must have tested your DNA. Figured out that you haven't been genetically altered. As far as they're concerned, that doesn't mean anything. You believed I was a member of the Cabal, didn't you? Didn't you? Yes, I did. All that seems to matter is the way we look. Be careful of their wicked smiles, their shining yellow eyes. At night, they'll squeeze right through your door, and everybody dies. The Tandaran children used to tease my daughter with that nursery rhyme. At least here, she doesn't have to hear it anymore. This is an internment camp. Detention Complex 26. I've heard it's one of their nicer ones. Why did this happen? The Cabal began their attacks eight years ago. It wasn't long before the Tandarans started to question the loyalty of all Suliban living in their territory. We were rounded up... relocated as they like to say. They told us it was only temporary. It was for our own safety. Once the Cabal has been destroyed, you will be free to go back to your homes. We're still waiting. There are 89 of us here. Thousands more in other camps. Every one of us used to be citizens on worlds in the Tandar Sector. Did you know that I was born in the same town as one of the guards? Major Klev. I was friends with his other when we were growing up. What about the government on the Suliban homeworld? Don't they have something to say about this? I'm sure they would if they still existed. Our homeworld became uninhabitable 300 years ago. Most Suliban are nomadic, but some of us have assimilated into other cultures. My grandfather made the unfortunate decision to settle on Tandar Prime. ( knock on door) Yes? What are they doing here? It's all right. I asked them. This came today. What species are you? We're human. Never heard of them. Sajen, you're being rude. Bad news? It's my wife. We were separated during the relocation. She's in one of the other camps. Her transfer was rejected again. She tried to appeal their decision. But, as usual, they wouldn't listen. I'm sorry. ( Klaxon blaring) Midday inspection. Try to look your best. Thank you for lunch. Thank you for listening. Why'd you ing them here? Maybe I was tired of talking to you. They could be working with Grat. Hey! Colonel Grat wants to see you. Just him. I understand you were out after curfew last night arguing with a Suliban. It was just a misunderstanding. You should have taken my advice, Captain. I know. I know... it's a big problem with me. I'm just too damn curious. Whenever I meet new people, I can't resist trying to get to know them. I'm certainly getting to know a lot about the Suliban around here. I admire your spirit of exploration, but in this case, it could get you into trouble. Keep to yourself. I'll do my best. Unless you have any more advice... No. But... I do have a question. Have you ever been to Oklahoma? I guess you could say I'm a curious man myself. After you mentioned that you were familiar with the Cabal, I decided to speak with our intelligence agency. They've uncovered some interesting facts. Apparently two Suliban soldiers crash-landed near a town called Broken Bow, Oklahoma. They were chasing a Klingon of all things. I was wondering if you could provide some insight into what they were doing there. I wouldn't know. You'd have to talk to my superiors... Oh, I think you know a great deal. Enterprise took the Klingon back to his homeworld. Isn't that right? Rigel X... you made a detour there. From what I'm told, you contacted a woman named Sarin. Do you remember her? Well, I'll remind you. She was the head of a Suliban resistance cell. She was killed by the Cabal in a firefight at the trade complex. Several of our people saw you there, Captain. I believe you were injured... a shot in the leg. Do I have to ask your superiors about that as well? What exactly do you want? Information. What do you know about the Cabal? What genetic enhancements you've seen. Helix deployments. Who's giving them their orders? You've got plenty of Suliban here. Why not ask them? We both know they wouldn't be very helpful. Then why are they in prison? That's a discussion for another time. There are families here... children. One man hasn't seen his wife in years. Tell me what you know. They don't deserve this kind of treatment. They're here for their own protection. Oh, really? The last thing we wanted to do was build these detention centers, but we had no choice. When the Cabal began their activities, there was a great deal of fear among the Tandarans. There were instances of violence. 14 innocent Suliban were killed in one day alone. We had to find a way to keep them out of danger. Then why not just let them find another place to live? They wouldn't get very far. It's ironic, but once they're out of Tandaran territory, the Cabal will hunt them down and turn them all into soldiers. They're better off here. I've met a few Suliban who disagree. One of the Cabal leaders is a man named Silik. He infiltrated your vessel approximately three months ago posing as a Borothan pilgrim. What did he want? Did he speak of the Temporal Cold War? Answer me! This conversation is taking longer than I expected. I'd hate to see you miss that transport tomorrow morning. The next one won't arrive for another 60 days. ( door closes) I'm afraid the hearing's been postponed. Why? The magistrate assigned to their case is in the middle of a very complex proceeding and it's taking more time than he expected. How much longer are they going to have to wait? Hopefully not more than a few days. If you stay on course for Tandar Prime, I'll arrange for an ambassador to show you our capital city when you arrive. We're not interested in a tour. We just want our people back. I'm doing everything I can. Try to be patient. You'll hear from me soon. I've isolated their carrier frequency. Do you see it? I'm tracing it now. Bearing 178 mark 12. How far? 5.2 light-years. All I'm saying is, we go take a look for ourselves, make sure they're okay. Proceed. Most of the people we meet have been pretty eager to get to know us, but we've had our share of unfortunate encounters. I guess you could say this is one of them. I've lived with Tandarans all my life. They're decent people, for the most part. What about you? What did you do before you ended up here? I was director of research at an engineering institute. It's in the Querella Province. You should see it... assuming your hearing goes well. I've got a feeling we could be here for awhile. Why not tell Grat what you know? Get yourself out of here? I don't like being strong-armed. And I don't like what he's doing to you and the others. Has anyone ever tried to get out of here? You mean escape? Well, a couple of years ago, three men pried open one of the security grates. They tried to get to the Docking Bay. Docking Bay? Yes, it's about a hundred meters away. It's where they keep Suliban ships they've impounded. What happened? Oh, they managed to get inside, but before they could reach a vessel, all three of them were killed. Colonel Grat made a ridiculous... claim that they were armed. They might have succeeded with a little help from the outside. Won't be long before Enterprise comes looking for Mayweather and me. I appreciate the offer, Captain, but I doubt many people here would be willing to take the risk. Have you asked them? How many ships are in that Docking Bay? Writing a letter? It's a journal. Could be valuable someday. People will want to know what happened here. I doubt anyone will ever read this. Then why are you writing it? Why do you care? I see how you look at us. Suliban terrify you. You wouldn't be surprised if I slithered up this wall or turned my face inside out. Cabal... Suliban... It's all the same to you. That's not true. What took you so long? T' Are you all right? More or less. We're picking up Suliban bio-signs. It's not what you think. Are you sure this is a secure frequency? I'm triaxilating the signal, sir. If we were in the middle of Starfleet Headquarters, no one would pick it up. Good. Where are you? In orbit. It won't be long before we're detected. I'm getting a transporter lock on you now, Captain. Say the word and we'll ing you both home. Hang on, Trip. We're not ready to leave just yet. Those Suliban you detected are prisoners, too. But they're no more guilty than we are. I want to help them get out of here. T' Captain? Have you ever heard of Manzanar, Subcommander? I'm not familiar with that planet. It's not a planet. It was an internment camp on Earth during the Second World War. Japanese-American citizens were imprisoned there, even though they didn't do anything wrong. The same thing's happening here. I thought you'd decided not to interfere with other cultures. In this case, I'm making an exception. Understood? Yes, Captain. I've met a Suliban who knows this camp inside and out. We've been working on a plan, but we're going to need your help. We'll need a few of your people. Anyone who's had experience with particle weapons. We won't make it ten meters outside the complex before we're shot, like the others. And even if we did get to the ships and managed to lift off, there are patrol vessels in the area. Enterprise can handle them. And once we've made this miraculous escape, where do you expect us to go? All we have to do is get out of Tandaran territory. After that, we can set a course for the Niburon Colonies. I know some people there. They might be willing to help us. It's too dangerous. Would you rather spend the rest of your life in prison? You're placing a lot of trust in people you've only known for three days. For all we know, they've been planted here to stage this revolt, so Grat would finally have a reason to kill all of us. We're not working for the Tandarans. Think of your daughter. Are you willing to risk her life, too? We're getting out of here, Sajen. I'm not going to help you plan our suicide. I hope the others were more enthusiastic. This is the wall that I was telling you about. It's only 40 meters from the Docking Bay. Have you had a chance to reconsider? I'm willing to compromise, Captain. Just tell me what you know about Silik. Well... he's about this tall... a little on the scrawny side... bad teeth. If you're unwilling to discuss the Suliban, maybe you can help me with something else. We detected some unusual energy readings last night. At first we thought it was random interference. But after examining the readings more closely, we discovered they were coming from your quarters. You should check your sensors. They're obviously malfunctioning. I'm told they're working perfectly. Sorry, Captain. We found this in Ensign Mayweather's pocket, but he wouldn't say how it got there. I was hoping you could tell me. Take him to isolation. If I come in low from the east, I should be able to evade their proximity sensors. This appears to be a pulse cannon. It'll be my first target. Bridge to Sick Bay. Phlox here. What's your status? Finishing as we speak. Though I'm not completely happy with the nose. It's almost time. Understood. ( console beeping) It's Captain Archer. Put him through. Go ahead, Captain. You seem to be off course. I thought you were headed for Tandar Prime. What ings you here? Where's Captain Archer? If you're thinking about trying to circumvent our legal system, I advise against it. You come any closer to our planet and my patrol ships will open fire. What happened to you? What do you care? Danik's been looking for your Captain. Have you seen him? You might try isolation. Still think we're working with the Tandarans? You know, we could have left this place a long time ago, if we hadn't decided to help you. I never asked for your help. Why? Because we're not Suliban? Because we look a little too much like Tandarans? I'll admit, when I first came here, it wasn't easy to see past my preconceptions about the Suliban, but I did. Why can't you? We're being hailed. It's him. Check your sensors and you'll see two patrol ships headed toward you. We didn't come here to fight. We came to talk with you. They'll have a weapons lock on your vessel in less than one minute. Do you eat meat, Colonel? What? Our chef is preparing a meal in your honor and I was curious whether you're vegetarian. I was hoping you'd join me for dinner. It would give us an opportunity to get acquainted. You have 45 seconds to leave orbit. I can't believe you're really going to destroy our vessel over a trivial incident like this. I can tell you're an enlightened man. All I'm asking for is a chance to show you that we're enlightened as well. We're transmitting a copy of Earth's historical database along with the Starfleet charter and a record of all human contacts with alien species. If you have any doubts about our intentions, this material should lay them to rest. Send him the Vulcan database as well. I think you'll find that my people have a great deal in common with you, too. You're jamming our frequencies. Break off your transmission now! What about dinner? Should I... I'm not going to warn you again. End your transmission and leave orbit! Mr. Tucker. It's done. Those patrol ships are closing fast. Get us out of here. ( knocking) Yes? I understand you're looking for a way out of here. Who are you? Don't you recognize me, Travis? Malcolm? ( chuckles) In the flesh. You look worse than I do. What happened? Long story. How'd you get down here? Transporter. I think I'm finally getting used to it. Are you sure you weren't detected? Thanks to Hoshi. She kept their sensors occupied. Congratulations, Ensign. Your case is about to be dismissed. The isolation block is here. He's in one of these cells. I'll find him. The charges? They're in place. Are you up for this? ( Klaxon blaring) Nightly inspection. I thought you said it wasn't for another 15 minutes. I better get back. See you in orbit. Good luck. Reed to Enterprise. T' Go ahead. The guards are ahead of schedule. What's your status? We're 200,000 kilometers away. We're going to need you to speed things up a little. We'll do our best. ( console beeping) Here they come. Polarize the hull plating. Stand by weapons. Aft torpedoes. Fire. Two direct hits. They're veering off. Take us down. Did they follow us? They took heavy damage. They're both attempting to land. You're clear to launch, Commander. Acknowledged. ( communicator beeps) Go ahead. T' He's approaching the compound. Two minutes. Tell him we're... ( door opening) Get out there! ( yells) If this happens again, you'll all be spending time in isolation. Major, do you have a second? I don't mean to cause any trouble, but I was wondering if it might be possible to get some better food. No offense, but the meals here are pretty awful. Eat what you're given. I'll try, but I'm not sure I can hold down another bowl of that... What do you call it? It tastes like sawdust. Is that what they make you eat? Because if it is, I'd think about going on a hunger strike. I don't know how you... Enough! ( faint beeping) ( grunting) Reed to Tucker. The wall's down. I see it. Stand by. ( alarm blaring) Hurry. Go with the others. Hurry! Hurry! Go! Go! Hurry! Father! I'll be there soon, Narra! Go! Go! ( door unlocking) It's good to see you, Malcolm. How'd you know it was me? ( grunts) You have no idea what you've done. You haven't freed these people. You've condemned them. Go, go! This way! Come on! I see it. My father's back at the common area. He needs help. Please! I'll go. No! Wait. Come on. You had no right to interfere. This isn't about my rights. It's about theirs! They have no rights. They lost them the moment the Cabal began attacking us. Do you know how many people the Cabal have murdered? How many ships they destroyed? Colonies? You just gave them 89 new soldiers! What makes you think they'll join the Cabal? These people have nothing left. They're desperate. They'll never be able to resist what the Cabal has to offer. I haven't been here very long, but I seem to know these people a hell of a lot better than you do. ( yelling) ( door shuts, locks) Archer to Enterprise. T' Go ahead, Captain. We're on our way. Where are those patrol ships? They won't pose a threat. And the Suliban? Their vessels are eaking orbit. Good work. We'll see you in a few minutes. Tell the doctor to meet us in Sick Bay. My skin is really starting to itch. I'll let him know. Captain... think they'll make it? Do I think they'll get out of Tandaran space safely? Yes. Do I think they'll be all right?
Captain's Starlog, supplemental. I'm beginning to wonder if inviting the Kreetassans aboard was such a good idea. It's been a challenging morning to say the least. Tostka jstratta yroorcoor! Did you get that? Tostka... insult. Some kind of an insult. T' He's insulting us or we insulted them? I'm not sure. Tostka! Ask what we did wrong. Kjass... skjask las? Hwajat ajhakjahs! Well? You eat like you mate? You sure that thing's working? Sasooratt! I think they want to leave. That much is obvious. Whatever we've done to offend you... I apologize. Jhaaratun yiitooratt... loorii. Sasooratt! Well, this is one for the books... Briefest first contact. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( static) Does anybody hear that? What? The static? Frequency distortions mixed in with the static. You've got better ears than we do. It's coming from the com system. Have you run a diagnostic? Twice. Guess today is just not my day. How's the translation coming along? Slowly. Hwajat... their word for eat? What about it? With the emphasis on the first syllable, hwa-jat, it means to mate. I can see how that might cause some confusion over dinner. Context is critical in every language, but Kreetassan has the most subtle variations I've ever seen. The same word can have a dozen different meanings. We rely on you to recognize the difference, Ensign. You think it was my fault? I didn't say that. You implied it. I simply noted that linguistic matters fall within your responsibility. For all we know, it was Mr. Tucker's table manners that offended them. But you think if I picked up the language faster, they might have not stormed off the ship. There's no need to react emotionally. Try to learn from failure. It could help your next first contact be more successful. Thanks. Commander, I'm picking up some kind of interference on the com system... a high-frequency distortion. Is it a problem? Mostly just irritating. I'll track it down first thing in the morning. Thanks. Is he in there? Yes. How's his mood? Now might not be the best time. I'll take my chances. ( door chimes) It better be important. Prime rib tonight... with real horseradish. Thanks. I'll have the steward send some up. Thought we'd set a course for this own dwarf system. Looks interesting. I can't wait. In the meantime, why don't we shoot a little nine ball? You can eak. Maybe later. I was going to save this for a rainy day, but... Stanford versus Texas. The finals? Fresh out of the subspace mailbag. You've been threatening to teach me the finer points of the game. Unless you're too busy with your own dwarves. ( distant clank) ( barking) What if they just don't like being touched? Remember how uncomfortable they looked when the Captain tried to shake their hands? They looked that way the entire time. Besides, they didn't really lose their temper until they arrived here in the Mess Hall. Are you staying for the movie tonight? What's playing? Uh, Wages of Fear. Classic French film. ( groans) No, you'll like it. Things blow up. Hmm. Sounds fun. Hoshi? No, thanks. I'm turning in early. We might need a translator. Those subtitles go by pretty fast. I've had enough language problems for one day. ( faint scraping) ( soft thunk) We're going to have to sit in the back. One minute. I hate missing the beginning. It's on the computer. You can watch it whenever you want. It's not the same. I don't want to go back and see the first part after you know how it ends. ( laughs) The power just went out on D-Deck. Cargo Bay 2. The lighting grid's down. It's probably just a blown relay. Leave it for the night shift. If it's just a blown relay, it'll take you ten minutes to fix. Here. The com's out, too. 2½ hours? Two hours and 24 minutes. Seems awfully long for a movie about four men in a truck. You'll be on the edge of your seat. You promised me explosions. Don't worry. This is all wrong. Excuse me. Excuse me. Reed to Bridge. Go ahead, Lieutenant. We're trying to watch a movie down here, but instead, we're being treated to a view of you. So unless you're planning on giving us a little song and dance, maybe you could see what's gone wrong. Come on. Come on... Yes! How deep's the pool? Deep enough so that no one can touch the bottom. I didn't know it was such a rough game. Think of it as one part basketball, one part swimming... and one part wrestling. And I thought it was just a bunch of guys screwing around in a pool. Hmm. ( slithering noise) ( com beeps) Engineering. Michael, is that you? Hello? Nice goal! Did you see the way number 12 set him up? He's called the point man, right? Very good. I told you. Best sport in the world. I'll still take a great off-tackle run out of the backfield, but I can see how you can get hooked on this. Thanks for thinking of it. My pleasure. Now keep watching while Texas trounces your sorry California butts. You haven't watched the end of this, have you? Of course not. Hello? What the hell was that? Number eight on Texas just fouled one of my boys. He's going to be ejected for 20 seconds. Is that fair? It gives you guys an advantage. Well, that's the point. ( groans) I don't suppose it'd be practical to put a pool on the ship. I wouldn't want to be taking a swim if the gravity plating went off-line. No. ( com beeps) Kelly to the Captain. Go ahead. Sir, I'm in Cargo Bay 2, and... there's some kind of life-form in here. Life-form? It's got Rostov, sir. He's still conscious, but he can't... ( gasps) Crewman? ( distorted static) Weapons to stun. Captain. Sir? Careful. The light. She's alive. Captain? ( groans) Leave. Crewman? Leave. Captain! ( grunts) ( yelling) ( screeches) ( screeching angrily) ( yells) ( Trip groans) Get out of here! Go! ( yells) This thing appears to be growing. There's no telling if it'll get out of the Cargo Bay. I recommend we evacuate the entire deck. How did it get on board? The last time we opened the airlock, we were docked with the Kreetassans. You think they left us a little souvenir? T' Our encounter didn't go well, but I doubt we gave them reason to attack us. We're not even certain that the organism's hostile. You didn't see that thing go after the Captain. It seemed hostile enough to me. The Kreetassans might know something about this thing. I can start scanning for their ship, try to pick up their warp trail. We'll need to communicate with them better than last time. I'll do my best. T'Pol to Dr. Phlox. Report. I'm preparing to examine the specimen. Would you care to observe? Yes. Stand by. You'll note that, even though it's been severed from its body, it survives independently, not unlike the common earthworm or the Neethian cradlefish. Do you think that's wise, Doctor? Possibly not, but I'm going to need a tissue sample if I hope to learn more about its physiology. That'll be quite enough. This is no earthworm. Doctor? Look at the synaptic activity. This organism possesses a very sophisticated nervous system. It could be capable of higher mental functions. If it's intelligent, maybe we can communicate with it. The frequency distortions, they look a lot like the phonetic patterns in certain Andorian dialects. With all due respect, Hoshi, we're not talking about nouns and verbs here. It could take you days to learn a language like that, even if it is one. What other choice do we have? Give me a chance. I'm sorry, Ensign, there isn't enough time. Subcommander... We need to neutralize it, quickly. You said phase-pistols had no effect? None that I could tell. Then I suggest you find a method that does. If I may, the organism is highly photo-sensitive. A sustained burst of EM radiation might be enough to stun the creature. Can you assemble some EM emitters? It'll take a few minutes. ( strained eathing) Why doesn't it just kill us? Take it easy. I'm sure T'Pol and Malcolm are doing everything they can to get us out of here. Can either of you see Crewman Kelly? Yes, sir. How's she look? She's still eathing. Zabel's still unconscious. Captain? Yeah. I imagine in a situation like this, they'd cancel the movie. ( laughs) I imagine so. I really wanted to see it. ( with French accent): Yves Montand driving explosives through the mountains. I'll make sure they reschedule it for next week. Thank you, sir. ( screeching) It's working. ( groaning) ( screaming) Bridge, something's wrong. Shut off the emitters. Doctor? Shut them off! ( men groaning in pain) Off. What happened? Their nervous systems appear to be linked to the organism's. They're sharing autonomic functions, neural impulses. If we continue firing, we could end up killing our own people. Mr. Reed. Withdraw your team. Understood. The rate of symbiosis is increasing. If we don't find a way to extract them soon, their systems will be too integrated with the creature. I won't be able to separate them. You wanted a chance to communicate. I suggest you begin. How much time do they have? A few hours at most. They're metabolic rates are dropping... Temperature, respiration. There must be some way to cut them out of there. I'm not sure if you appreciate how alien this creature is. It's not attacking our crewmen, it's trying to integrate them into itself. The end result's the same. At some point in the very near future, there won't be six life-forms in that cargo bay... there'll only be one. If that thing continues to grow, we're going to have to find a way to contain it. Do you have a suggestion? Starfleet's been working on creating a stable EM barrier for the last five years. A force field? Right. They just haven't found a way to control the particle density. All the specs are in the database. I've been trying to jury-rig a prototype of my own. And? I've got it stable enough to absorb a phase-pistol blast 60 percent of the time. I think I can improve on that. I suggest you work quickly. I think I found them. Where? .52 light-years from here. Lay in a course. I already have. I've been sending out hails, but we're still out of com range. Let me know as soon as they respond. Any progress? Believe me, you'd be the first to know. I'm sorry. It's frustrating. I'm not having a lot of luck. The situation requires expertise, not luck. Then maybe I don't have the expertise. If you don't, no one else aboard Enterprise does. I'm doing my best. It was your suggestion that we attempt to communicate with it. If you don't think that's possible, we'll have to find another solution. I've made a little progress. But our translation matrix isn't designed for this. Look at it. It's more like a calculus equation than a language. Mathematics is sometimes considered a form of language. What I'm trying to say is... that I could use help from someone with a background in higher mathematics. Perhaps I can assist you. The Texas goalie can't block to his right, because he keeps his hands too deep. How do you know that? Captain... I know it, too... And I don't understand anything about water polo. ( grunts) It's this life-form. It's linking us together somehow. We got to get out! Calm down. ( gasping) This thing's gotten inside our heads! Trip... do... do you know what I'm thinking about? Now is not the time to be thinking about the regionals. Trip... Senior year... North American regionals against Princeton. We... I mean, you were down by two goals under a minute left. And what was I thinking? What was I thinking? ( gasping) You thought... you could win... every game. You always thought you could win. No matter how far behind you were. And we did. We went on to the finals that year. As soon as you give up, the game's lost. How's our little friend? Fast asleep. It appears to have entered a dormant state. Probably a reaction to the shock of being severed from the larger organism. But it's alive? Very much so. Good. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to run a few tests of my own. What kind of tests? I need to determine how much bioelectric stress it can tolerate. May I ask why? I'm trying to create a force field to isolate the Cargo Bay. But if it's going to work, I have to calculate how much of a jolt it will take to repel the organism without killing it, or any of the people it's taken. If you intend to pummel this appendage with EM radiation until it cries for mercy, I'm afraid I can't permit that. Why not? This is more than just a severed limb. It exhibits all the signs of an intelligent being. Intelligent being or not, its big other is in the Cargo Bay strangling the Captain and four other crewmen. If we don't do something to contain it now, it could pose a threat to everyone on board. There are less invasive ways to gather the information you need. Such as? A microcellular analysis. How long would that take? Less than an hour. In less than an hour, that thing could spread across half a deck. I'm willing to help you, Mr. Reed, but not if it means torturing this organism. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't our mission to try to better understand unique forms of life? Not if they're trying to kill the Captain. We don't know anything about this creature's intentions. I admire your interspecies ethics, but until Hoshi tells me she's found a way to communicate with it, I have to assume its intentions are hostile. Now... if you don't mind. If you want information to help you construct your force field, you'll acquire it under my supervision. I'm sure I don't have to remind you, Doctor, I am the ranking officer here. Not in my Sick Bay. Unless the Captain says otherwise. The Captain is in no condition to offer an opinion. Precisely. Fine. Your rules. But we'd better get to it. What if we used a bilateral algorithm? I already tried. Did you compensate for frequency drift? I wouldn't be much of a Com Officer if I didn't. Allowing your emotions to control you won't help solve this problem, Ensign. Neither will questioning everything I do. You asked for my help. I didn't ask for you to keep count of every time I make a mistake or to second-guess all of my decisions. As First Officer, it's my duty to supervise you. This goes beyond duty, Subcommander. You've been looking over my shoulder ever since you came on board... Double-checking my log entries, my translations... It's my job. Is that all we're talking about? You don't think I belong on Enterprise, do you? On the contrary. It would be a great loss to Starfleet if you were not a part of this crew. If you feel I've been unfair to you, I apologize. But I hold you to a high standard, Ensign, because I know you're capable of achieving it. Shall we continue? Yes. Um... why don't we take another look at the subharmonics? I was thinking we could run them through the decryption matrix... See if we can find a pattern. All I see is numbers, codes. Any code can be oken. ( communications beep) You hailed us? You speak English. We studied your database. It wasn't difficult. Okay. We have a problem. Yes? There's an alien organism on our ship. Yes? It came aboard around the same time we saw you. We were hoping you might know something about it. Describe this organism. Well, it's big. But it didn't start out that way. It's like a large mass of tendrils. Tendrils? Like a giant web. But it moves... and grows. We have seen this. Where? On its homeworld. Perhaps it attached itself to our ship. It wasn't our fault. Can you tell us where this planet is? Apologize. Excuse me? We will send you the coordinates, but first you must apologize to us for your offense. That's the thing. We don't know what we did to offend you. On your ship, you... put food in your mouths. You mean eat? Yes. Eat. I don't understand. It is like mating. It is very offensive to us. We were just eating. How do you eat? We eat the same way, but not in the presence of others. I see. Okay. Please believe me. We had no idea that would be offensive to you. It was simply a misunderstanding. On behalf of the entire crew, I sincerely apologize. Your apology is accepted. Thank you. Now, could I have those coordinates? Captain... Yeah. I feel you drifting away over there. You aren't feeling much better than I do. ( gasps) Rostov? He's out. When Zefram Cochrane talked about new life and new civilization... do you think this is what he meant? ( weak chuckle) ( coughing) Here, here it is. I found a third set of repetitions. Try it. Just a few more and the UT can start building the syntax. Phlox to T'Pol. Go ahead. I know you're under a great deal of pressure, but Crewman Kelly's metabolic rate has dropped to a critical level. Whatever you're planning to do, you'd better do it soon. Understood. Ready, sir. The particle density's still fluctuating. I think the problem's in the lower left quadrant. Got it, sir. Try again. Better. T'Pol to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead. We've made some progress on the translation, but we're going to need to get into the cargo bay to test it. Is the force field ready? I'm making the final cali ations now. You'll have to do it quickly. Dr. Phlox says our people don't have much time. Understood. Captain? Emitter B's off by 3.2 microns. ( door opens) The force field's working, but I can't guarantee how long it'll hold. Have you done it? We're about to find out. ( steady tone) It just sounds like a constant tone. I'm going to create distortions in the tone. Hopefully, the organism will understand what I'm trying to do. ( tone sounds, distortions begin) ( sound stops) ( tones continue) ( tones stop) ( distorted tones) ( sounds stop) ( creature emits high-pitched tones) Come on, just a little more. ( tones stop) I think I've got enough to try something simple. Ask what it wants. ( distorted tones) ( creature emits tones) It's talking to us. What's it saying? Ensign? Hold on. It's giving us coordinates. Its homeworld? The Kreetassans already gave them to us. These look more like the latitude and longitude. I think it's trying to give us an exact location on the planet. Tell it we're taking it back. ( tone and distortions resume) Commander Tucker's heart rate is increasing. Is that good or bad? It's good. Crewman Kelly's bio-signs are stabilizing as well. ( tones stop) ( soft rustling) Lower the force field. Lieutenant. ( force field powers down) Medical Team, report to Cargo Bay 2. Acknowledged. ( groans softly) Here. Look at all of them. Not them... it. This is all one organism. The part that got on board... Why did it take our people? Hard to say. When it got separated from itself, perhaps it needed a physical connection with any life-form it could find.
( coughing) Excuse me? I asked if you... We heard you. What makes you think we're suffering from a lack of sexual activity? Starfleet forbids officers from fraternizing with subordinates. Unless you've been violating regulations... Those regulations don't apply to you. Have... you been suffering? On Vulcan, we mate only once every seven years. That's a hell of a dry spell. Why are you suddenly so curious about this? It's my understanding that your mating ritual is effective in easing tension. That hasn't always been my experience. And you think that we need our tensions eased? Efficiency's down three percent. Mm-hmm. We've all gone about ten months without a eak. I think it's normal for people to get a little sloppy. Perhaps it's time the crew takes shore leave. Well, I like the sound of that. I took the liberty of locating a suitable planet approximately nine days from our present location. It's called Risa. What's your idea of suitable? It's tropical, with an abundance of pristine beaches. You'll find more information in the Vulcan database. Is it, uh, populated? Yes. By a humanoid culture receptive to easing tension. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. If you're wearing that to impress the women on Risa, you may as well stay on board. Rule number one: You've got to be seen to get noticed. And I plan on getting noticed. Don't say she didn't warn you. Figure out your itinerary yet? I think I'm going to pass. Captain, you need this as much as I do. Nobody needs this as much as you do. ( chuckles) The ship will be nice and quiet. I've got some astrometric surveys that have been piling up. It'll be a good chance to get some work done. We're going to a planet with over 200 registered Nuvian masseuses and you're going to sit in your cabin with a bunch of starcharts? Mr. Tucker has a point. You think I need a massage? The safety of this ship depends on its Captain being at his most efficient. I suppose I could read those surveys on a nice beach. Incoming transmission from Starfleet Command. Transfer it to my ready room. Her name's V'Lar. She's the Vulcan Ambassador to a planet called Mazar. If you don't mind my asking, Admiral, why is this our problem? Apparently, it's imperative that she be taken off that planet as soon as possible. The nearest Vulcan ship is at least a week away. Do they expect us to take her all the way back to Vulcan? You'll rendezvous with the Vulcan Ship Sh'Raan in three days. They'll take her the rest of the way. Any idea what the emergency is? Well, this may come as a shock to you, Jon, but the Vulcans aren't talking. Imagine that. Thank you for volunteering your quarters. I'm happy to do it. I'm looking forward to meeting her. I imagine she'll spend most of the journey alone, engaged in meditation, but if it seems appropriate, I'll ask if she'll meet with you. Thanks. Well, if there's anything else I can do... If you wouldn't mind, taking that. Ambassador V'Lar is accustomed to a Spartan environment. Hoshi, thanks for giving up your cabin. Just hope it's Spartan enough, sir. Everything set? I believe so. I've prepared this to familiarize the crew with the necessary protocols. We should assign a steward to attend to her needs. Don't address the Ambassador unless spoken to first. Don't offer to shake hands. Refrain from laughing in her presence. Those guidelines are largely precautionary. I doubt the crew will have much opportunity to interact with her. You seem to be pulling out all the stops. I'm simply following the protocols used in dealing with an ambassador of V'Lar's distinction. Well, she'll be here soon enough. Let me know if you need any help. Thank you, Captain. ( sniffs) Entering orbit, sir. We're being hailed. It's the Mazarite High Council. Someone's in a hurry. Captain Archer? I'm Jonathan Archer. Are you prepared to receive Ambassador V'Lar? That's why we're here. If you'll transmit your landing coordinates to us, we'll send down a shuttlepod. I'm looking forward to the visit. I regret there won't be time for that. The Ambassador is already on her way to your ship. A small craft's approaching, sir. I assume the Vulcans have informed you of the urgency of this matter. They said it was important that we pick up the Ambassador as quickly as possible. They didn't say why. V'Lar has been expelled for abuse of her position and criminal misconduct. Captain Archer? Ambassador. On behalf of my crew, I'd like to welcome you aboard Enterprise. Thank you. May I take that? That's very thoughtful, Captain. This is Commander Charles Tucker, my Chief Engineer. Pleased to meet you. The pleasure is mine, Commander. And this is my Science Officer, Subcommander T'Pol. T'nar pahk sarat y'rani. T'nar jaral. But please, I've been anticipating the opportunity to practice my English. I hope you like your quarters, Ambassador. T'Pol tried very hard to anticipate your needs. Fortunately, my needs are few, Captain. I am curious, though. Who previously occupied the cabin? The odor. The human scent is difficult to mask. Actually, I was hoping to meet the crew member, in order to thank her for allowing me to disrupt her routine. I prefer not to inconvenience anyone if possible. That philosophy has served me well in the diplomatic service. T'Pol tells me you negotiated the first territorial accords between Vulcan and Andoria. The Andorians required a somewhat firmer hand at the negotiating table. But I was younger then. That was before we even made contact with Earth. That was over 90 years ago. How long have you been a diplomat? Commander Tucker, I understood that on your world, it is considered bad manners to ask a lady her age. Well, I wasn't... um... I, uh... didn't mean to imply that you were... Forgive me, Commander. My attempt at humor. Oh. Suffice it to say, that with T'Pol and myself here, you're almost certainly dining with the two oldest people on this ship. I hope, Ambassador, that you regard the charges against you with less levity. Of course I do. How do you intend to defend yourself? There is no defense. Are you saying you're guilty? T'Pol. It's all right, Captain. A person in my position carries the trust of all Vulcans. The fact that the Mazarites believe that trust has been compromised justifies T'Pol's concern. I'm afraid my age is betraying me, Captain. Would you mind if I retired? Of course not. I've never been to Earth, but I find the humans I have encountered quite unpredictable. I'd be interested in hearing about your experiences there. Another time perhaps. I understand. This is your cabin. I'll say good night. T'Pol... I sense your anger. You presume that my time with humans has left me susceptible to their emotions. They're our emotions as well. We simply hide them better. If you're sensing anything from me, it isn't anger. No. Disappointment. Good night, Ambassador. T'Pol. Captain. Is there a problem I should be aware of? I assume you're talking about Ambassador V'Lar. You were a bit a upt with her. If you believe I was rude, I'll convey my apologies. I don't pretend to understand Vulcans, I never have. But I wouldn't be a very good Captain if I didn't know when something was bothering my Science Officer. It's uncommon for a Vulcan to commit a crime. Uncommon, but not unheard of. Unheard of for a person in Ambassador V'Lar's position. We don't know what she's done. It doesn't matter. If she were innocent, she would have insisted on staying to defend herself. You seem to know a lot about her. I've met the Ambassador before, though she clearly doesn't recall. It was many years ago on Vulcan during my early schooling. She had just negotiated the Treaty of Ka'Tann and I traveled a great distance to see her. Was it worth the trip? The Ambassador inspired me to choose a direction in my own life. A path that led me to the Science Council, and eventually here. I've had a few heroes in my life. It's never easy when one of them lets you down. Vulcans don't have heroes. No, I'm sure they don't. Captain, can you come to the Bridge? On my way. An unidentified vessel, sir, 50,000 kilometers and closing. They're hailing us. Let's find out who they are. What can we do for you? My apologies, Captain. There's been a change of plans regarding Ambassador V'Lar. We... weren't told. We've been having some problems with our long-range communications. What's the change of plans? The magistrate feels that we let the Ambassador go too quickly. She's needed for additional questioning. We don't want to cause you any more inconvenience. If you'll drop out of warp, we can dock with you and take the Ambassador aboard our ship. Your Magistrate seemed in a big hurry to get rid of her. Now he wants her back? ( chuckles) I'm just a Transport Captain. I never try to make sense of what government bureaucrats are thinking. I'll have to contact my superiors. There's really no need. I'm just a Starship Captain. You don't think they'd trust me to make these kinds of decisions on my own? We'll wait for you to confirm whatever you have to. Get me Starfleet Command. I can't get through. That ship's jamming all our com frequencies. Just a Transport Captain. They're charging weapons. Polarize the hull plating. What the hell is he doing? Hail him. He's not answering. Port hull plating's off-line. They're closing... fast. Aft torpedoes. Return fire. No effect. They're using some kind of energy shielding. Direct hit to Engineering, Subsection 12. We've taken damage. Would the phase cannons be more effective? Undoubtedly. But we can't fire them at warp. What do you mean we can't fire them at warp? Particle discharge, sir. It would destabilize our warp field and most likely blow out both nacelles. I've been working on the problem, but I haven't quite... ( alarm sounding) Drop to impulse. Deploy the aft cannon. I've got a lock. Fire. Their shields are failing. See what you can do about their engines. They're dead in the water, sir. Not dead enough. Resume course, warp 4. Aye, sir. Any idea what that was all about? Well, I think we know someone who might. We were asked to pick you up and deliver you to a Vulcan ship. No one said anything about getting shot at. You have no idea who they were? Obviously they weren't sent by the Council on Mazar. Then who sent them? I have no answers for you. Ambassador... we're here at the request of the Vulcan High Command. It would be illogical for you to withhold information from us. There are diplomatic matters at stake here, which do not concern you. To tell you any more would only put your ship and your crew at greater risk. How much greater could it get? A few more volleys from that ship would have ruptured our hull. I'm sorry, Captain. So am I. You're leaving me no choice, Ambassador. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead. Change of plans, Travis. Lay in a course back to Mazar. Sir? You heard me. Aye, sir. You're under strict orders to transport me to the Sh'Raan. It's more than two days to the rendezvous point and there could be other hostile ships tracking us. Unless you can convince me why it's worth risking all our lives... The Vulcans are raising holy hell about this, Jon. You could always order me to take her to the rendezvous point. You're out there, I'm not. It's your call. I just want you to know there'll be repercussions. They certainly considered the repercussions. They knew someone was after her. Why risk one of your own ships when you can risk one of ours? Jon... They're doing it to us again, Admiral. Keeping us in the dark. Have you talked to the Ambassador? I've tried. Maybe she ought this on herself. You did say that she admitted the charges against her were true. I don't even know what the charges against her are. Well, I'll talk to Soval, see what I can find out. You really enjoy this, don't you? Replacing power couplings? Hardly. No, I mean having people shoot at us. If you must know, I much prefer the shooting back part. I thought this mission was about peaceful exploration. I need something to do on this ship, Commander. Fair enough. I'm just hoping we don't keep you quite so busy. I read those Nuvian masseuses have 12 fingers. On each hand. Then I'd say Starfleet needs to make its presence known on Risa. Mm-hmm. ( indistinct conversation) I hope I'm not interrupting. Not at all. We were just talking about my quarters. I was wondering why they were so sparsely decorated. If you need anything, it can be ought to you. I don't want to be waited on. And since I doubt I'll be traveling to Earth any time soon, I decided to spend a little time with my hosts. Thank you for the use of your quarters. You'll have them back soon enough. Pash tah. Pash tah. Subcommander. Have you tried iced tea? I don't care for it. Captain Archer certainly does. It's flavored with passion fruit. An appropriate ingredient for him, don't you think? It was the Captain that I wanted to speak to you about. He's a most intriguing man. He deserves to be told the truth. Will you join me? Please. We'll be back at Mazar in a few hours. I'd prefer not to waste that time alone. This must be awkward for you. Having a foot in two worlds... loyal to your Captain, yet still a Vulcan. You can make things easier for him. The High Command has requested his assistance. It doesn't seem unreasonable to ask why. You believe Captain Archer can be trusted. Yes. Even though he clearly doesn't trust us? He's... resentful. Why? He believes we held back their development of warp technology. We've kept many things from them, all for good reason. But situations like this only reinforce their resentment. If we expect to continue our relations with humanity, we have to earn their trust. I would not have succeeded at my career for 94 years without earning people's trust. I meant no insult. Of course not. You were simply speaking your mind... as you always have. It was at Vulcana Regar, wasn't it? During the second Ka'Tann conference. You approached me during a recess. You remember. You were not easy to forget. Your questions about my negotiating tactics were quite presumptuous coming from one so young. I apologize if I acted inappropriately. Not at all. In fact, your bluntness made me reconsider some of my positions. Much as it has now. T'Pol, I have something to tell you. ( door chimes) Come in. Something wrong? I took the liberty of speaking with Ambassador V'Lar. Go on. Any luck? The Ambassador and I spent the last two hours talking. She's even more remarkable than her reputation suggests. I don't doubt that. But it doesn't affect my decision. I believe it should. She's not guilty of the crime she's been accused of. She told you that? The charges were fa icated to get her off Mazar and divert attention from her actual mission. Which is? She can't reveal that. But she's convinced me that it's critical we help her accomplish it. I'm sorry, T'Pol, but... I'm going to need more than that. She also told me that if we return her to Mazar, she'll be killed. By who? She wouldn't tell me. But you believed her? Yes. Why? I can't accept that she'd sacrifice a lifetime of accomplishments with an act of criminal misconduct. It happens all the time. Not to her. We must take her to the Sh'Raan. You're asking me to put the lives of everyone on board in jeopardy based on your talking to this woman for a couple of hours? Captain... since I've served aboard Enterprise, I've never asked you for anything. I'm asking for this now. Don't return the Ambassador to Mazar. Please. Thank you. Our Mazarite friend, sir, and he ought company. Why didn't we see them coming? Our aft sensors are still out of alignment. They're targeting our engines. We could drop to impulse, use the phase cannons. And go three against one? You're familiar with the Mazarites. What's their top speed? Comparable to Starfleet. I don't believe they've exceeded warp 5. Then let's give them a run for their money. Travis, increase speed to warp 4.8. Aye, sir. Warp 4.8. They're matching our speed and accelerating... warp 4.9. They're closing to 20,000 kilometers. Fifteen. Travis. Warp 4.9. They're holding at 4.9, sir. How far to the rendezvous point? At this speed, a little over two hours, but I don't think we can hold it that long. Can we get a message through to the Vulcans? The Mazarites are still jamming us. Keep trying. That Vulcan ship better not be late. ( door opens) V' Captain. What's our situation? We're being chased by three Mazarite ships. Will we reach the Sh'Raan before they can do any more damage? I'm not sure. In that case, I need to speak with you. I have to consider the possibility that this mission will fail. You still haven't told me what this mission is. I've been under orders to tell you only what you need to know. But that wasn't the only reason I kept things from you. I didn't trust you. As your Mr. Tucker pointed out, I have been around a long time. I remember when news of your people first reached Vulcan. I was fascinated by humanity, but worried as well. You hadn't even met us. You had just emerged from a global war. The idea that you deemed yourselves ready to join the interstellar community seemed... premature. And a century of good behavior hasn't changed your mind? The Mazarites pursuing us are criminals. They are members of an organization that's infiltrated all levels of government, making themselves wealthy and powerful at the expense of many innocent victims. Their methods include eliminating anyone who stands in their way. And that would include you. Many Mazarites want their government purged of this corruption. They asked the Vulcan Consulate to help them expose these criminals. And that job fell to you? I have been gathering evidence against them. In three months, I will be called to testify. It was decided that until then, I would be safer on Vulcan. Why couldn't you tell us? The investigation was considered too sensitive. And the story of you being recalled in disgrace? It was hoped that, if my reputation were sullied, they would not consider me a credible witness and they might not come after me. Obviously, it didn't work. The corruption ran deeper than I thought. I appreciate... you telling me the truth. I can no longer put you and your crew in danger, Captain. Please drop out of warp. I plan to surrender myself to them. It hasn't gotten to that yet. It's the most logical course of action. If you've learned anything about humans, you'd know... we don't always take the most logical course of action. T' Captain, report to the Bridge. They're hailing us. What's our status? Holding at warp 4.9, but Commander Tucker doesn't believe we can sustain it for more than another ten minutes. I don't believe they can either, sir. They're releasing drive plasma to keep their warp coils from overloading. Open a channel. Captain. Ambassador. What do you want? Just giving you a friendly warning. Are you aware that your engines are overheating? So are yours. We have no quarrel with you. Give us the Vulcan, and you'll be free to go. I have a better idea. Why don't you slow down before your engines explode? Why would you risk the lives of your crew for this criminal? I've been ordered to deliver her safely to the Vulcans, and that's exactly what I plan to do. They're increasing speed. Warp 4.95. They're re-entering weapons range, sir. Archer to Engineering. Please tell me you're ready to slow down. Sorry, Trip, but we need a little more speed. I don't know how much more I can give you. It's called a warp 5 engine. On paper. We don't have any choice, Trip. Aye, sir. Ambassador. Warp 5. 4.93. .95. ( alarm blaring) Don't take your eyes off that antimatter stream. Yes, sir. ( alarm continues) 4.97. They're matching our speed. 4.99. Warp 5. They're still gaining on us. How far to the Vulcan ship? Their jamming signal is disrupting our sensors as well. Then use their last-known position and do the math. Take a guess. If we could maintain our present speed, approximately 53 minutes. The Mazarites will be in firing range long before then. What if we could get a message through... Tell them to get here as fast as they can? The Sh'Raan is capable of warp 7. If we could maintain warp 5, we'd reach them in 12 minutes. Hoshi, any way you can get a message through the interference? I don't see how, sir. There's a diplomatic frequency we sometimes use. It's in a lower subspace band. I doubt the Mazarites are aware of it. It's been a few years since I did this. If we do get a message through to the Vulcans, we don't want the Mazarites to see them coming. We could try deflecting their jamming signal, sir. Use it to blind their sensors as well. See what you can do. Aye, sir. Hoshi? We may have gotten a message through to them, sir, but I'm not sure. Wouldn't they respond? Tucker to the Bridge! Go ahead. The port injectors just blew! We've got to slow down, Captain! Hoshi? The com just went down, sir. They're right on top of us. How long? Eight minutes. That's a direct hit to our starboard nacelle. We're dropping to impulse. ( communication beep) They're hailing us. How long now? If they received our message, another ten minutes. But it was down to eight. That was before we dropped out of warp. We can't hold off those ships for that long. V' You've done your best, Captain, and I thank you for it. But it's time for me to turn myself over to them. We just need to buy ten more minutes. Captain... I want you to go to Sick Bay. Sick Bay? I'll explain later. If there was ever a time to start trusting us, this would be it. Put him through. Give us the Vulcan. You know... I honestly didn't think you'd be able to catch us. Just out of curiosity, how fast do your ships go? Put her on a shuttle and ing her to our lead vessel. That could be a problem. Our Shuttle Bay was damaged, thanks to you. I doubt we could launch a shuttlepod until it's repaired. What... What would you have topped out at? Warp 5.5? Warp 6? I can't imagine you could do much more than that. It seemed like your engines were starting to run pretty hot. Prepare to be boarded. Malcolm... I'm counting on you. T'Pol. Okay. Where is she? Your last attack blew out systems across half the ship. Power's down in Engineering. A plasma conduit exploded on E-Deck. I didn't ask for a damage report. Where is she?! I was getting to that. Her quarters are on E-Deck. She was no more than ten meters away when the conduit blew. Her injuries are extensive... Plasma burns, neurological trauma. I want to see her. This is Dr. Phlox. The Vulcan? She's undergoing dermal regeneration. Open it. I will not. I don't know what business you have with this woman, but when she was ought in here, she became my patient. If I remove her from the Imaging Chamber prematurely, she'll die. Open it. ( device beeping) Yes? Our sensors just went down, Captain. What's causing it? Enterprise is redirecting our jamming signal. No! ( beeping) ( steady tone sounds) Report. Answer me. What's going on? I imagine they have their hands full right about now. I believe that's the Sh'Raan. She's a Vulcan combat cruiser. One of their most powerful, if I'm not mistaken. Sir, the Captain of the Sh'Raan wants to speak to you. Put it up. Captain Archer, are you in any danger? You could say that. Tell the Mazarites to turn their weapons over immediately or we'll destroy their ships. We'll be standing by, Captain. Thank you. We did what we came to do. That's all that matters. I am sorry to disappoint you. I look forward to adding this incident to my testimony at your trial. Captain's Starlog, Fe uary 9, 2152. The Vulcans have allowed the Mazarites to leave. Ambassador V'Lar says there's a good reason for doing so, though she's certainly not sharing it with me. ( sighs) Someday, I'd like to walk into a room without it seeming like a state visit. Occupational hazard? I'll be along in a moment. Thank you, Captain. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you and your crew. We're glad we could help. I sense a great bond between you. A bond of trust and respect. But also... a bond of friendship. I think it bodes well for the future relations of our two peoples. Good-bye, Ambassador. Live long and prosper.
Captain's Personal Log, Fe uary 12, 2152. After a ief detour, we're back on course for Risa. Everyone's looking forward to some much needed shore leave. I've got my eye on a place called Suraya Bay... Villas built right into the cliffs. A perfect spot to enjoy a few good books. Might even do a little diving when I... ( communication beep) Computer, pause. Archer. T' We're picking up a distress call, Captain. It's coming from a vessel approximately two light-years to port. Any idea who it is? No, sir. Should we alter course? Go ahead. I'll be right there. ( sighs) Looks like your walk on the beach will have to wait. 5 days of Hacking / Camping / Lectures Join May Contain MCH2022.org It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Plasma residue? Your warp injectors were full of it. I must be more diligent about routine maintenance. Unless you enjoy being adrift in the middle of nowhere. I'm sorry to inconvenience you with something this trivial. Be sure to thank Mr. Tucker for his time. He wanted me to thank you. It isn't every day he gets to tinker with alien engines. We also found a microfracture on your starboard hull. They're sealing it now. Your crew is very thorough. We were glad to help. Do you answer every distress call you pick up? If we can. The galaxy could use more people like you. Tomorrow! You'll join me in my home. Bring Commander Tucker. I'll prepare a meal in your honor. It's the least I can do to show my gratitude. That's very generous, but I promised my crew a trip to Risa. That can wait one more day, can't it? If I put them off much longer, I'm going to have a mutiny on my hands. There's going to be a Geskana match. I doubt you've ever seen anything like it. Geskana? Yes, you might want to participate assuming you enjoy competition. I should warn you, Captain, I am easily offended. Send me the coordinates. I'll eak the news to my crew. Dress for warm weather. If it's all the same to you, Captain, I'll sit this one out. It's not like you to pass up an away mission. I'm up to my ears in work. The impulse manifolds need to be purged, the gravity plating on C-Deck still isn't aligned... Trip... The desert, sir? The heat, the dry air... You know how it sucks the life out of me. What about the two weeks we spent in Australia? We had a great time. Survival training in the outback? Drinking recycled sweat and eating snake meat? That's your idea of a great time? It's not going to be like that. I get the feeling, Zo al's a man who likes to indulge his guests. He's promised to roll out the red carpet for us. It'll be more fun than purging impulse manifolds. Well, suit yourself. I'll see if Malcolm's interested. But I was hoping you'd enjoy spending some time with your Captain. Promise we won't have to eat any snake meat? It's hotter than hell out there... 41 degrees. It's a dry heat. ( chuckling) Welcome. Good to be here. You remember Commander Tucker. Yes, of course, of course. This is the man who repaired my ship. A illiant engineer. It was just a couple of clogged injectors. Oh, you are far too modest. Well, I hope you're hungry. I've prepared quite a feast. Are there many deserts on your world? Quite a few. But none as big as this one. From orbit, you'd think the entire planet's nothing but sand. Ah, well, we have a handful of lakes and small seas. What about Earth? Two-thirds water. Extraordinary. More wine? Please. What's that called again? Yalasat. It's made from a cactus that grows in the northern foothills. How is your roast teracaq? It's very good. When Trip and I did our survival training... in the desert, we never ate this well. We must have lost about three kilos during that last week. The heat always takes away my appetite. Doesn't seem to be bothering you now. I guess I'm getting acclimated. It must be difficult adjusting to new cultures. It's challenging at times, but... that's why we're out here. Did you ever think of turning back? Only once. We were attacked by a hostile species with a lot more firepower than Enterprise. I set a course back to Earth to upgrade our weapons... but we ended up having to do the repairs ourselves. They haven't bothered us since. Sounds like you've had an eventful journey. It's had its share of surprises. Well, perhaps your visit here will be one of them. Oh, you're going to enjoy this. Looks delicious. What is it? Blood soup. I don't usually eat this well, but I promised your Captain an exceptional meal. What are these, uh... little chunks? The essence of the male... chopped... and seasoned. Beautiful tapestries. Thank you. Which one do you prefer? Uh... well... That one's interesting. It's yours. No, no, no. I couldn't. Please. Consider it a gift. You're far too generous. Besides, I wouldn't have any place to hang it. Something... smaller then. Ah. I know you will appreciate this. A Suliban made it. A Suliban I met several years ago. Interesting people, don't you agree? Thank you. ( horns sound outside) Ah, the Geskana match is about to begin. I'm hoping you will honor us by participating. Now? I just ate a half a teracaq. You will be glad you did. Geskana requires a great deal of strength. ( cheering) Think you're ready? I'll give it a shot, Captain. I can't promise we'll win any trophies. This is an ideal game for men like you. Thanks. We're being hailed. The Captain? No. It's coming from a city on the far side of the desert. Put it through. This is Enterprise. Several hours ago, you launched a small vessel to an encampment in the Cygniai Expanse. Would you tell me why? Our Captain and Chief Engineer were invited. By whom? A man named Zo al. And you are? Chancellor Trellit. Why are you in contact with this man? His ship was damaged and we assisted him. In return, he offered his hospitality. Hospitality? I hope you're aware that most likely you'll never see your Captain or Engineer again. You all right? Never better. So close. Two centimeters to the right and you would've had it. Next time, I'll set you up with a no-look pass. All right. ( communicator beeps) Archer. T' I need to speak to you, Captain. Well, can't it wait? We're a little busy at the moment. It's urgent. Are you alone? Hold on a minute. It's my Science Officer. She says it's important. Do you mind? Take your time. What's the problem? I've been contacted by a government official in a city about 200 kilometers from where you are now. He claims that you're in danger. What kind of danger? According to him, Zo al and his men are terrorists. They've been responsible for numerous attacks on civilian targets within the city. Maybe I'm wrong, but they don't seem like terrorists to me. Perhaps not. But until we're certain who they are, I suggest you return to the ship. We're on our way. I hope everything is all right. The problem with being a Starship Captain is you're never really off duty. I'm afraid we have to cut our visit short. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What's going on? Problem with the starboard engine. T'Pol says she needs us up there right away. Can't we at least finish this quarter? Remember those impulse manifolds you said needed purging? You were right. Well, thanks for one hell of a game. You must have other people that can correct this problem. I wish we did. As I said, Captain I am easily offended. We'll come back if there's time, I promise. You should not believe the Torothans! I have just been informed that we picked up a lengthy transmission between your vessel and Chancellor Trellit. Whatever he told your Science Officer, it is not true. I wanted this to wait till later, but I beg you, let me explain the real reason why I asked you here. You have a reputation for being fair, a man of great integrity. When you hear what I have to say, I am certain you will want to help us. It is called a yrott. The word means to stand apart. When we lived in the cities, we were forced to wear these whenever we walked in public. I take it those days are over. When the caste system was finally abolished, we were led to believe that everyone would be treated equally. I remember the cele ations... Yrotts being burned in the streets, people saying that we had finally been granted our rights. The Torothan Clan signed the accord, but they never abided by it. They still control the government, the lands, the resources, everything. We spent ten years staging protests, appealing to the courts, until finally we realized there was only one way to get their attention. We have hundreds of camps just like this one, all across the desert. And we are going to keep attacking the Torothans until our voices are heard. They call us terrorists, but the truth is, they have been terrorizing us for centuries. You said you ought me down here for a reason. I have a feeling it wasn't to hear a history lesson. The Torothans have ten times as many soldiers as we do. We won't last much longer without your help. I really don't see what I can do for you. ( chortles) They said you would be humble. I scanned your vessel. You have an arsenal of powerful weapons. But more importantly, I need your wisdom. Our current strategy isn't working. But I am confident that together, we can find one that does. I would be honored to fight alongside you, as would all of my men. ( distant explosion) What the hell was that? Torothan cruisers. Usually they begin their bombardment after dark. They're getting started early today. I don't know what you've heard about me, but I think you've been misled. What about the Suliban? What about them? You liberated a detention camp, freed thousands of prisoners. Who told you that? A Suliban Transport Captain. He told me of an explorer who was also a great warrior, a man who helped them defeat an entire army... Captain Jonathan Archer. Two cruisers, sir. They've hit one of our pulse cannons. Prepare my ship. This won't last more than a few hours. We'll continue this discussion later. You'll be safe here. If it's all the same to you, we'd rather get back to Enterprise. Your shuttle's thrusters would draw their attention. You'd become an easy target. Please. I wouldn't be a very good host if I allowed you to get killed. There's a number of ships strafing the encampment. Hail the Captain. ( staticky): Archer... Captain, are you all right? We've taken shelter... should be... That's the best I can give you. The entire region is flooded with jamming signals. Well, we can't just leave them down there. What about the transporter? I can't localize their bio-signs. I'll take a shuttlepod and find them myself. In the middle of an assault? See if you can find Chancellor Trellit. Archer to Enterprise. ( static) Thanks. Enterprise... respond. ( static) Rough game. That damn midfielder knocked me down three times during the last quarter. I must've uised half a dozen ribs. Better have Dr. Phlox take a look at it when we get back. ( distant explosions) So does the great warrior have any ideas about how we're getting out of here? ( sighs) You're not thinking about helping these people. I was thinking about those Suliban prisoners. If we hadn't helped them escape, we wouldn't be in this situation. T'Pol's ears must be burning. ( loud explosion) ( groans) Want your Chief Engineer's advice? What is it? Walk away. They lured us down here under false pretenses. And now they're asking us to help them fight a war? That's a lot different than eaking a few innocent people out of prison. There's just one problem. Zo al. I get the feeling he's not going to take no for an answer. ( explosion) ( sputtering) ( coughs) Come on. ( coughs) I don't know about you, but I'd rather take my chances out in that desert. I thought you hated the desert. Not tonight. ( rumbling explosion) You neglected to mention that you'd be attacking the encampment. And you assured me your people would be leaving the surface. Why didn't they? Captain Archer wanted to speak with Zo al. Interesting. Where are they now? I don't know. If you'd be willing to end your assault, we could launch a search party. You expect us to stand by while you send more people to join Zo al? If you believe we're assisting the terrorists, you're mistaken. Of course, I forgot. They just went down for the hospitality. Let us find them and we'll leave immediately. That's what you promised before. We'll locate your men ourselves and deal with them accordingly. That's assuming they haven't already been killed. Chancellor... If you attempt to launch another shuttlecraft, we'll have no choice, but to consider it as an enemy vessel. I've lost sensor contact with the surface. Some kind of orbital dispersion field. I can't get any readings below a hundred kilometers. ( panting) Two men out in the open. You'd think they would have spotted us by now. We're down here! You're going to have to yell a little louder than that. You sure we're going in the right direction? It was east of the camp. We're heading east. How far? About 30 kilometers. Thirty? What if we find more of Zo al's men inside? It looked abandoned. ( eathing heavily) All I saw was sand. I don't remember any buildings. That's because you forgot your survival training. Take a good look on your way in at your surroundings. Didn't they also say something about only walking at night? Yeah... Oh. Can't we wait until it cools down a little? That could be for another eight or nine hours. We need to find shelter. 20 minutes, Captain. Trip. Ten? ( groans) To cherry-flavored snow cones. What I wouldn't give for one right about now. ( groans) You hear that? What? Sounds like a ship. I think the heat's getting to you. No. Listen. ( distant humming growing louder) Over there. A shuttlepod? No. Something a lot bigger. ( coughs) You all right? Yeah. Their dispersion field covers half the continent. But if I disable these three satellites, I think I can get a clear reading of the eastern desert. That might provoke the Torothans. I suggest you try to find a less intrusive way to penetrate their defenses. Why Montana? Of all the places the Vulcans could have landed, they chose Bozeman, Montana. Humanity's first warp drive was developed there. It seemed a logical place to begin. Well, how did they know it wouldn't alarm other nations? An alien species makes contact with the United States. It could have made a lot of other countries nervous. What's your point? It seems to me that we're going to run into similar problems. We get invited to dinner, and before you know it, we're accused of taking sides in a war. Contacting new worlds always involves unexpected risks. The High Command has very specific protocols regarding planetary conflicts. Eventually, Captain Archer will have to create some directives of his own. Come on. Come on. We got to keep moving. Come on. My shift doesn't begin for another six hours. Hey, we're almost there. Where? Where are we going? Nice little place I know. Plenty of shade. Are there blankets down there? I'm freezing. Heat exhaustion. Here. Come here. Here. There you go. Easy, easy. Here, take mine. Go ahead. No, sir. I won't take another man's water. You drink it. That's an order. Got to keep moving. Take the water or I'll knock you on your ass and pour it down your throat. Easy. Thanks. ( grunting) There's a vessel approaching from the surface. It's Zo al. He's hailing us. Open your launch doors, quickly. Is the Captain with you? Commander Tucker? No, no. I'll explain once I'm aboard. Where are they? If I'm not in your Docking Bay in the next 30 seconds, I'll be detected. They'll destroy my ship! Bring him in. How many? There were 89. There were only 89 Suliban, not thousands. Mm. And the army you defeated? I would hardly call it an army. It was more like a few dozen prison guards, and to be honest, they didn't put up much of a fight. Jonathan Archer is an excellent Starship Captain, but he's hardly the invincible warrior described to you. What about his legendary desert tactics? Actually, I'm the Tactical Officer on this ship, and I don't have any experience at waging desert warfare. I'm afraid you've come to the wrong people for help. All this for nothing. What about our people? You have far better sensors than we do. I'm sure you'll find them. Our sensors are being disrupted and the Torothans have threatened to fire on us if we launch a shuttlepod. How did you get here without them seeing you? There is a narrow gap in their orbital detection grid. It occurs once every 46 minutes, but it is only open for less than one minute. I'll need all the pertinent data. ( laughs): You'll need more than that. The maneuvers are extremely difficult. It took us years to learn them. I'm a quick study. You will be shot down before you reach the atmosphere. With you at the helm, our chances would improve. I don't have time! My men are waiting for me! Then they'll have to wait a little longer. You're the one who got our people stranded down there. They are not my responsibility! T' You're mistaken. The Torothans believe we've joined your cause. If Captain Archer and Commander Tucker are apprehended, they'll undoubtedly be treated as members of your clan. They'll become victims of the same oppression you've been fighting all these years. You should feel as responsible for those two men as you do for your own. ( grunting) ( grunting) Easy. Home, sweet home. I hope you're not planning to hog that all for yourself. ( sniffs) Water's off the menu. Now, this... is my idea of a great time. ( weakly): What'd you do... rub two sticks together? I found a new use for the stun setting. It may not taste too good, but I think I boiled away anything that can hurt us. No, thanks. I'm not thirsty. Let's not get into that argument again. Worse than blood soup. You need water. Oh... what I need... is sleep. You got a fever, Trip. Your heart's racing. You got all the symptoms of heatstroke. If you fall asleep, you could lapse into a coma. A coma? That sounds nice. When we get back to Enterprise, you can sleep all you want. But right now, you got to stay with me and drink this water. If I had a needle, I'd give it to you intravenously, but I don't. Come on, sit up. ( groans) There you go. Good. ( coughing) Yeah... Commander... Aye, Captain. The warp reactor... eak it down for me. What? What are the eight major components? You got to be kidding me. Name them. That's an order. Well... there's the drumsticks... thighs... wings... You got anything to eat around here? Not at the moment. But when we get back to Enterprise, I'll have Chef make you a dinner you'll never forget. What would you like? Anything. Not snake meat. No, Chef doesn't do snake very well. Tell me what you want. Prime rib. Okay, what else? Mashed potatoes... with mushroom gravy... the kind he makes on Wednesday nights. No problem. What kind of vegetables? Hey, vegetables? Broccoli. Dessert? Pecan pie. ( sighs) Take another pass over the Eastern Basin. Our sensors would have detected them. No, there's magnetic deposits below that basin. They could be masking their bio-signs. If we increased our altitude, this would go a lot faster. We would also risk being detected. ( sighing) Geography. Do you know how to play? ( weakly): Geography? You know, you say Amazon River, which ends in an R, and then I say Rhode Island. W... We're going to Rhode Island? No. No, it-it's a game. You're supposed to tell me some place that starts with a D. Oh... D. Uh... Draylax. X? X... There's always... No, no... no, don't tell me yet. I know an X. Xanadu. ( chuckles slightly) That's not a real place. It doesn't matter. Of course it matters. You just used an alien planet... Draylax. ( coughing) Easy, easy... easy... Easy, easy. ( high-pitched whine approaching) ( explosion) All right, whatever you say. Xanadu's fine. Get your head down! What? Get down! ( coughing) We got to get out of here. Come on. ( grunts and groans) I'm picking up weapons fire on the surface. 19 kilometers due south. A Torothan mortar. Would they be targeting one of your settlements? We don't have any near there. Set a course and prepare to fire. I believe they've located the Captain and Commander Tucker. Come on... come on. I've got a lock. Fire. I see them. Two humans, bearing 115 mark 3. ( gasping and groaning) I'm just slowing you down. Go! I don't remember taking orders from you. ( grunting and groaning) My launch window opens in nine minutes. I should be going. I hope Commander Tucker is going to be all right. I doubt I'll ever convince him to set foot on another desert, but... he'll be fine. Zo al, even if I were the warrior you thought I was, that's not why we're out here. Captain. Subcommander. What you told him was correct. Decisions to get involved in the conflicts of other worlds should be left to governments, not Starship Captains. I know. The irony is, I have the feeling his cause is worth fighting for. 5 days of Hacking / Camping / Lectures Join May Contain MCH2022.org
Captain's Personal Log, Fe uary 18, 2152. It took a while, but we've finally made it to Risa. With any luck, this'll be my last log entry for the next two days. ( Porthos yips) If anything happens, you know where to reach me. I don't anticipate any problems. Well, it's the problems you don't anticipate. The crew is trained to handle emergencies. But I'll alert you immediately if there are any problems. This doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be going down to some pleasure planet while half the crew has to stay on board. Everyone drew lots. You had the same chance as the others. All the same, the crew should come first. Captain, you need a vacation. I'm glad you decided to take some time off, sir. Wouldn't miss it. Do you want to take the helm, Captain? I'm on vacation. Thanks. Enjoy yourselves. I'll ing you a souvenir. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Everyone have big plans? Travis? Rock-climbing, sir. There's a place called Galartha. The cliff face changes pitch while you climb it. That sounds kind of dangerous. Well, if it's easy, what's the point? Just watch yourself. Malcolm. Well, supposedly Risa's very cosmopolitan. There are species visiting from all over. Malcolm and I plan to, uh... oaden our cultural horizons. Is that all you two think about? Well, how we choose to relax is our own business. You watch yourselves, too. I plan on doing something constructive with my time. I have been relying on the Universal Translator far too much. Before I left Earth, I learned 38 languages, and now all I do is push a button and the computer does all the work. Isn't that what it's for? Not this time. I left my translator on Enterprise. You only have two days, Hoshi. If you want to waste your time talking to people... ( all chuckling) What about you, Captain? I've never been much for vacations, but I've got a little villa overlooking the ocean, and, uh, Porthos and I are going to relax. How long will this last? I usually require six days per year, but two should leave me sufficiently refreshed. I've adjusted the dosage to wake you up in exactly 48 hours. And if someone should require medical attention during your hibernation? Crewman Cutler is a capable medic. I know where the bandages are. You can always wake me if you need to, but, please... only if it's an emergency, hmm? Oh. Well... to bed. Pleasant dreams, Doctor. What do you think, Porthos? Not bad. ( dog yipping) Come here, let's go. What are you barking at? ( loud, rhythmic music playing) What about that one? ( chuckling): Now I know you've been cooped up on a starship for too long. No, what's wrong with her? Well, nothing, I suppose. I just wouldn't know which eyes to look into. ( both giggling) Hey, hey, hey, hey. Now, she's interesting. I don't think she is the right pronoun. Hmm? But if you think it's worth the risk... I don't know... maybe I should have ought my scanner with me. ( laughing) Oh. Thank you. That's a she. Uh-huh. Now, what shall we drink to? To us, and to a well-earned two days and two nights. ( dog yips) ( Porthos barking) How'd you get up here? ( growling) Stop it, you two. Porthos. ( door chimes) Come in! ( growling) (door chimes) I'm sorry to bother you, but I think my dog is on your deck. Please. There you are. I hope she didn't hurt... Porthos. Hello, Porthos. She's been cooped up for weeks. I should have known she'd run off the first chance she got. Oh, no harm done. She probably just came over to make a friend. I'm Jonathan. Keyla. So, is this your first time to Risa? Yes. You? First time. My Science Officer felt I needed to relax, so I decided to do some reading, let Porthos run on the beach... You should always listen to your Science Officer. She'd be the first to agree with you. I was about to go out for dinner. Can you recommend a restaurant? There's this little boat that sails into the bay every evening just after sunset. You wade out, and they serve seafood right off the deck. Sounds great. Well, I'm sorry to disturb you. Thanks again. If you don't have other plans, maybe we could wade out to that little boat together. You're not here with your Science Officer? No. In that case... Oh. No, I'm sorry. I can't tonight. Just a thought. Tomorrow? I look forward to it. So do I. Good-bye, Porthos. Slowly please. Oh. Ravis. Mm-hmm. ( speaking alien language) Oh. That place up the street looked pretty lively. Well, the Vulcan database said no one leaves this club unhappy. How would the Vulcans know? They only mate once every seven years. That's what they say. Do you know something I don't? Come on. Seven years? I doubt even T'Pol could hold out that long. Oh, she's very disciplined. Malcolm, bearing 180. What? Behind you. Anything in that database that could help us get a conversation going? If you wanted to have a cultural dialogue, you should have gone with Hoshi. Hello. Hello. I'm Dee'Ahn, and this is Latia. I'm Trip. I'm Malcolm. Would you join us for a drink? We've been waiting for you to ask. Well, uh, what would you like? These look good. Uh, another round, please. So where are you two from? Our planet's called Earth. Earth? Never heard of it. We're sort of new to the neighborhood. Well, then we'll have to make sure that your first visit to Risa is memorable. Jonathan? You're up late. Just looking at the stars. Don't you get enough of that on your ship? Hmm. Never. Will you show me what you're looking at? Come on up. I wanted to thank you for the little boat with the seafood. Best I've ever had. I'm sorry you had to eat alone. Oh, no problem. I had a nice chat with a couple from Vega Reticuli. It turns out it's their 300th wedding anniversary. Well, they must have a lot of stories. You can't imagine. There it is. What am I looking for? See the ight blue star at the top? Is that your sun? No, look just below. The yellow one. Do you see it? It's so faint. Ah, it's about 90 light-years from here. You're a long way from home. Actually, this is the farthest any of my people have ever gone. You're an explorer. I wouldn't be surprised if they're naming schools after you back on your world. ( chuckles) Archer Elementary. It has a nice ring to it. Can you show me where you're from? Oh, I really don't have a very good sense of direction. Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad. I got lost coming back from the lobby today. Well... I can see how that could happen. I mean, it's at least a hundred meters from here. And all the villas look the same. You've just got to notice the subtle differences. Like the numbers on the doors. Now you're catching on. Give me a couple hours I could have you navigating a starship. Why don't you start by telling me about some of the places you've been. We'll get to the starship navigation later. We only had a few hours of air left, so I jettisoned our engine and blew it up. Turned it into a rescue flare. It was my idea. Doesn't matter whose idea it was. It worked. Why don't you tell them about the time you saved Enterprise in your underwear. Yeah, I saved the Captain's life. I thought you were the Captain. We rotate. He's Captain next week. So, Captains... have you seen the subterranean gardens? Subterranean? All the plants that grow there are luminescent. It's beautiful. Mmm. Maybe you could show us. Through here. This is a strange way to get to the garden. They're very secluded. So, how much do starship captains get paid on your world? Excuse me? What kind of valuables do you have? I think there's been a misunderstanding. ( gasps) There's definitely been a misunderstanding. See what they have. ( groaning) I hope this isn't their mating ritual. Be quiet! Nothing! Maybe they have something back in their rooms. It's too risky. We could sell their clothes. Listen... I bet we could make some kind of a deal. ( communication beep) Enterprise. It's Travis, Subcommander. Could you send a shuttlepod down? What's the problem, Ensign? I had a little rock-climbing accident. Where are you? In the Central Hospital, but I really want to get back to Enterprise. The fun part is the way the rock face changes. The problem is the handholds change, too. Why didn't you let them finish treating you on the surface? Have you ever been to an alien hospital? Yes. In San Francisco. These people have never treated a human before. I wanted my own doctor. Where's Phlox? He's not available. What do you mean, he's not available? He's... sleeping. Well, wake him up! He's got a patient. The doctor is hibernating. Hibernating? For how long? Just a couple of days. ( groaning) Don't worry. I can handle a oken leg. He said he was having trouble eathing when we were in the pod. Did they give you any medication? Just a hypospray for the pain. Hmm. Is something wrong? Ah, it's probably nothing. Let's get you to Sick Bay. ( yelps) ( grunts) Oh... Morning. I don't know if it was those Risan mai-tais... or getting shot, but my head's killing me. It was probably both. Oh... The sun's up. We've been down here all night. Great. Our shore leave's half over. Hey! We need some help down here! Hello! I already tried it. Club's closed. I don't plan on spending our entire trip tied up in a basement. The Vulcan database didn't mention anything about crime. Well, they said it was very rare. What? It had some warnings, but I didn't think it'd be a problem. Wonderful. You think this is my fault! You were willing to follow two strange aliens into a basement. Gorgeous aliens. Don't forget they were gorgeous. They were male! Not at first! I don't remember twisting your arm. If we don't make it to the landing zone on time, they're going to start scanning for our bio-signs. Do you want the Captain to find us like this? ( grunting) Oh... I feel terrible. Oh, you're having a reaction to the painkiller they gave you. What's his condition? If the swelling gets any worse, it could begin to constrict his airway. T' I've spoken to the hospital. They've never heard of a reaction like this, but they're not familiar with human physiology. I really think we should wake up Dr. Phlox. ( speaking native language) I'm sorry. I give up. I never thought that I'd hear a language I couldn't learn. Don't feel bad. You've only been trying for one day. Oh, it only took you one day to pick up English. It is much simpler. And you are a very good... preemari. Teacher. What do you call this? Oh, we don't have anything exactly like it. The closest thing would be a... strawberry. Strawberry. Mm-hmm. And this? Um... it tastes like a kiwi. What? In my language, kee'hwi is, um... What? I don't know the word. May I show you? Sure. Why not? Kee'hwi. Kiss. That's called a... kiss. A kiss. There's a place I was planning to go today. A steam pool. They say it's very... relaxing. Would you like to go? Avec plaisir. That's French. What does it mean? ( door chimes) Good morning. Good morning. Come in. I thought we could take our dogs to the beach if you don't have other plans. Sounds great. I just ordered eakfast. Would you like to join me? Certainly. Juice? Please. What are you reading? It's a gift from my Science Officer. Her people think humans are too controlled by their emotions. I knew there was a reason I liked you. ( chuckling) Seems like you know a lot about me. Where I'm from, what books I read... I don't even know your dog's name. It's Rhylo. I adopted her when she was a puppy. Anything else? Everything else. What's your planet called? What do you do? Do you have a family? We've been having such a wonderful time. I really don't want to spoil it. How could you spoil it? I did have a family. They were killed. My parents... my other... my husband. I'm sorry. It was our own fault. We'd been warned about the Suliban. We should have gotten out while we had the chance. Suliban? You know about them? Yes. ( whispering): I'm not so sure this is a good idea. There's no need to whisper. He's in a state of deep hibernation. Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. Did you use the correct dosage? Do'sani! Do'sani, yo-to aruda! Phlox? I don't care what it tastes like. ( groans) Wake up, Doctor. ( groans) Subcommander. Has it been 48 hours? No. Then why did you wake me? There's a medical emergency. Emergency? Then call the doctor. You're the doctor. Of course. Who's sick? Ensign Mayweather. Who? Ensign Mayweather, our Helmsman. I know who he is. ( groans) Where is he? He's in Sick Bay. We're not in Sick Bay? We're in your quarters. Well, then... ( groans) to Sick Bay! I could use some assistance, please. What seems to be the trouble, Captain? It's Travis, Doctor. He's having some kind of anaphylactic reaction. Incredible. What? I've been standing up for almost five minutes. Doctor... Hand me that scanner, Captain. ( impatient grunt) Hmm. Ah, yes, yes. ( clears throat) Uh-huh. It's definitely being caused by an antigenic compound in his system. We'll need Regulan bloodworms. What?! They're excellent at filtering toxins. Uh, which container are they in? No! Fresh ones would be better. Set a course for Regulus, maximum warp. Doctor, I think this was a mistake. You should return to your quarters. I appreciate the offer, but it would be best to keep our relationship professional. Uh! Let's go, Doctor. I am the Chief Medical Officer on this ship and I am going to treat Ensign Mayweather. And then I'm going back to bed. Hmm. This was waiting for me when I checked in, compliments of the management. I don't know anything about Risan vintages, but what do you say we throw caution to the wind and give it a try? I'll be adventurous if you will. How's your ankle? Mm, it's getting better. You'd think that guide would have warned us. The water was very shallow. I should have watched where I was stepping. I don't know. That thing was pretty well camouflaged. To... Risan sea turtles? It's a little sweet for my taste. Is something wrong? Camouflaged. We could only see them when they moved. Was there more than one? I'm not talking about turtles. You said you knew who they were. Have you seen them? Did they hurt anyone that you cared about? We've seen them a number of times, but we've been lucky. No one was badly hurt. How do you fight something you can't even see? I was told that they take their orders from the future. Is that right? All their genetic enhancements... They were taught to do that by someone from the distant future. Who told you that? It's no secret. They've attacked dozens of ships, settlements. But where do they come from? Where do they live? I wish I could tell you, but I don't know. What are they planning to do next? Hopefully, neither of us will ever run into them again. You know that isn't true. They keep enlisting more of their people into the... What do they call it? The Cabal. You must know something about them, Jonathan. I realize that they murdered your family and I'm very sorry for that, but I'm not sure what you want me to tell you. Most of what I have learned about them has come from rumors and hearsay, but you have seen them face-to-face. I want you to tell me what you know. Where are their Helixes? Where do they live?! If this wine is too sweet, I think there's another bottle here. It might be different. You're the first person I've met in over a year who's had any contact with them. All right. I don't know much, but I'll tell you what I can. I could use some fresh air. Why don't we take a walk on the beach? Thank you. It's kind of chilly. You might want to go get a sweater or something. I'll be right back. Archer to Enterprise. This is T'Pol. I'm transmitting a bioscan to you. Run it through the computer. I think you'll find a match. You don't sound very relaxed, Captain. Quickly, please. Understood. ( door chimes) Ready? Not quite. Your surgeons did a nice job. All the Tandarans I met had a very distinctive feature right here. Tandarans? I don't understand. I took a bioscan. They may be able to change your face, but not your DNA. Did Colonel Grat send you? Who? I suppose it's possible you don't know him. He ran the detention camp I was sent to. It was filled with innocent Suliban. Grat asked me the same questions you've been asking, except he was a little more aggressive. On the other hand, he didn't try to win my sympathy with fictitious tragedies. You're wrong, Jonathan. You're all wrong. I think I should leave. If it wasn't Grat, then who was it? Who sent you here? Who was it?! I'm sorry. You've been very kind to me. I'm going to check out now. I can't have you interfering. ( loud, rhythmic music playing) Whatever was in that bottle you oke got all over me. It stinks to high heaven. It's not like I had a choice. We needed something to cut through those ropes. Good morning. Morning. Sleep well? Very. Any thoughts about what you'd like to do today? Risa has a lot to offer. I could spend the entire day right here, but I'm afraid the shuttle's coming to pick me up in a few hours. Not a very long vacation. Two days and two nights. That's all we had. I hope you don't think that I... Took advantage of me? Not for a minute. There we go. You're certain? You can check it yourself if you like, Doctor. The analysis clearly shows he was given benzethonium chloride. You're quite allergic to it. This should do the trick. Your bio-signs are stabilizing. It seems to be working. How do you feel? A lot better. Thanks, Doc. ( snoring) ( groans) ( panting) What's that smell? I don't smell anything. I'm guessing you two had an interesting couple of days. Fascinating culture, sir. Mm-hmm. What about you, Hoshi? Do anything constructive? As a matter of fact, I learned several new conjugations. Hmm. You look rested, sir. Did you get a good night's sleep? Went out like a light. Next time we take shore leave, instead of just sitting around reading books, you should try to get out. Look for a little excitement... meet new people.
They don't have a problem with us dropping by? On the contrary. The operations foreman said they haven't had visitors in nearly six months. Hmm. Is it really a matriarchal society? I mean, the women make all the decisions? Until recently, but in the last decade, the Paraagan males have made great strides to acquire equal rights. Still, it would probably be best if we didn't get too flirtatious. Probably. I read that this colony started off 20 years ago with just 30 miners. Now there are over 3,000. They've got schools, landscaped communities, even some kind of museum. You think, 20 years from now, there'll be Earth colonies out this far? Human kids growing up on New Sausalito? ( chuckles) If my father were alive, he wouldn't doubt it for a minute. We're making history with... Every light-year. You know, I think I've heard you say that at least half a dozen times. ( chuckles softly) ( communication beep) Archer here. The Paraagans have given us clearance to enter orbit. Have you received their landing protocols? They're coming in now. We're on our way. This should take a bit longer than usual. It wouldn't be very polite to ignite their atmosphere. When are you supposed to close the plasma ducts? The protocol said 50 kilometers, but, to be on the safe side, I'm going to lock them off at about 75. Although the matriarchal elements of the culture have diminished, it might be best if I were to ask... ( grunting) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I closed both plasma ducts. I'm certain of it. Are you sure there's nothing left? We could see the colony in full magnification, sir. The ground was scorched for at least a hundred kilometers in every direction. Could one of the dampeners been malfunctioning? I closed both ducts. Any kind of malfunction would have triggered an alarm. Two alarms. There are backups to prevent these kinds of accidents. The ducts were closed. This is no time to be placing blame. A thorough investigation should explain what happened. How is he? He has a mild concussion, but he should be fine. Have you tried hailing the colony? There has to be someone down there. Sir, I tried to explain. There's nothing left. No buildings, no trees, no people. That's impossible. There were 3,600 colonists. Have you finished the diagnostics? I've analyzed six of the pod sensor logs. I have two left. Well, get them done. You've had three hours. What about the Enterprise sensor logs? They must have recorded how much tetrazine was in the atmosphere. Was the concentration greater than the Paraagans specified? Was it present at higher altitudes than it was supposed to be? That's the weird part, sir. The tetrazine levels were less than three parts per million. That's half what the protocol specified. What about the point of ignition? The flash point was directly beneath the shuttle, sir. But it seems to have originated at the starboard plasma duct. A plasma duct you're certain was closed. Every log on the shuttle indicates that both ducts were sealed and locked. Then you'd better start reexamining those logs... because something doesn't add up here. Get me Admiral Forrest. This is not going to be fun. Tetrazine? It's a by-product of their mining operation. It settles between 45 and 50 kilometers in their atmosphere. Exhaust plasma is about the only thing hot enough to ignite it. But you said your plasma ducts were closed. Yes, sir. We're doing everything we can to determine what went wrong, but that's not going to change the fact that there are 3,600 corpses down there. Continue to analyze your logs. I'm going to call an emergency meeting of the Command Council. You realize they'll undoubtedly ing the Vulcans into this. They'll have to figure out who's going to contact the Paraagan homeworld. That should be my responsibility, sir. You're right, it should... but let's take this one step at a time. How do you tell all those families that...? You followed all the protocols that you were given. We came here to meet these people. To learn something about them, not to kill them. You followed the protocols. You've got a crew that's going to be looking to you to figure out how to react to all this. Don't let them down. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I'm sorry, Jon. His behavior has been erratic. He seems to alternate between agitation, despondency and guilt. He spends most of his time alone. I've tried to remind him that this was an accident, but his responses have been illogical. He seems to be ignoring his responsibilities as Captain. Ah, to be Vulcan. It's been my experience that humans have a great deal of difficulty separating emotional despair from what you call responsibility. Nevertheless, as his physician, you should monitor him closely to be certain he remains fit for command. I understand how, um, uncomfortable his behavior must be for you, but... trust me, it would be unnatural for the Captain not to be affected by grief under these circumstances. It's, uh... human nature. He'll be fine. ( communication beep) What is it? It's Admiral Forrest, sir. Thank you. ( sighs) The atmospheric analysis of the probe is coming through. Put it up here, would you? What is it? The air near the surface is filled with traces of boro-carbons. When tetrazine is ignited by plasma exhaust, there's only one outcome you can be sure of. Traces of boro-carbons. You got it. I don't care whether that probe picked up traces of ead pudding. Both our plasma ducts were locked down and there were no leaks in the system. Not unless they miraculously mended themselves afterwards. ( door opening) T'Pol... Trip. The mission's been canceled. Canceled?! From what the Admiral tells me, Ambassador Soval will use this to convince Starfleet... that we need another 10 or 20 years before we try this again. 20 years?! Starfleet won't buy that for a minute. Won't they? Tell him he's crazy! Tell him that's guilt talking, not Jonathan Archer! A Vulcan ship will meet us in three days to get you and Dr. Phlox. Please inform Mr. Mayweather to... head for these coordinates. I can't believe you're letting them do this to us. You've waited all your life to command this ship! Dismissed. But, sir... I said you're dismissed. Both of you. You think they've replaced you in Brazil yet? Even if they have, they'd take me back. I'm a prodigy, remember? How about you? After a year on Enterprise, the thought of a cargo ship is pretty unappealing. What if they made you Captain? You're going to be the most famous boomer around, you know? ( sighs) Or maybe infamous. From what Commander Tucker tells me, people back home think that we're doing nothing out here but getting in trouble. Then it's our job to let the people back home know what really happened. Anyone who tries to bad-mouth Captain Archer in front of me is going to get an earful in any language they want. ( door chimes) Come in. What was so important it couldn't wait till morning? If you'd prefer, I'll come back. No, I'm sorry. What have you got? Lieutenant Reed and his team have discovered an unidentified EM signature on the ventral hull of Shuttlepod 1. Could be anything. Mr. Reed felt you'd be interested. In what? Does he think that Starfleet Command's going to take a look at this, apologize and send us on our way? Tell him it was a nice try. Is this what humans refer to as feeling sorry for themselves? You're out of line, Subcommander. I apologize. I wish I was simply feeling sorry for myself. But, actually, I'm feeling sorry for a whole lot of people... Every member of Starfleet, in fact. Their futures depended upon my ability to succeed at this mission. As soon as we learned about the consequences of the explosion, I knew the Vulcan High Command would take advantage of the situation. What's your point? You have a responsibility to dispute their recommendation. Starfleet already bought their recommendation, hook, line and sinker. Then you have a responsibility to convince them as well. And how do you suggest I do that? You are very adept at listing the questionable decisions you've made, but there have been other decisions... Many of them that no one would question. I'm willing to try to convince my government of that. Are you willing to try to convince yours? You know... this has got to be the first time a Vulcan... has ever attempted to cheer up a human. I'll see you in the morning. ( door opens, closes) ( excited chirping) That's all right, Commander. Your company is appreciated, but it would be best if you left the packing to me. I would have thought you'd be a little more upset about leaving Enterprise. Well, I, uh, I did expect this posting would last a while longer, but I'm sure an equally adventurous opportunity will present itself. I wish I had your attitude. Humans seem to be naturally optimistic. I'm surprised you don't share my outlook that something exciting's always waiting around the next nebula. That's just the point. There won't be any nebulas in Starfleet's future. At least not for a decade so. Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that. You're wrong, Doc. You worked with Vulcans. You know what they think of us. Enterprise coming back to Earth with its tail tucked between its legs... It'll be Soval's crowning achievement. They'll probably give the son of a bitch some gaudy medal, and then cart him off to wherever they send bitter old Vulcans to retire. ( chuckles): Ambassador Soval's service record contains an impressive list of accomplishments. You have to find something good in everybody, don't you?! I got to tell you, that's one of your unique qualities that drives me crazy. ( chuckles): I'll certainly miss your outspoken personality, Mr. Tucker. I'll see you later, Doc. Come on, Porthos. Time for bed. ( sighs) Porthos, up. ( patting bed) What's the matter, boy? Don't tell me you're... Porthos? What's going on here? ( communication beep) Hello? Sorry to call so late, Captain, but all three inspection pods are getting their weekly overhauls tonight. They tell me they won't be ready until noon. So I figured you might want to sleep in. Might want to sleep in. What do you say to eakfast at 9:30, Spacedock cafeteria? You must be reading my mind. I was just about to suggest the same thing. See you in the morning. If you're trying to tell me the last ten months was a dream, I'm not buying it. I.M.E. Can I help you? This is Captain Jonathan Archer, Starfleet authorization: Alpha-six-four... I know who you are, Captain. What can I do for you? Do you have a Denobulan doctor in the Interspecies Medical Exchange? Yes, a Doctor Phlox. He's assigned to Starfleet Medical here in San Francisco. Would you like me to contact him for you? No, that's all right. Thanks for your help. I didn't even know Phlox existed... before they ought Klaang in. And that was the day... after the... late-night call from Trip. You're not dreaming, Captain. Daniels. This must be very disorienting. I apologize, but I had no choice. Commander Tucker told me you were dead... that Silik killed you. He did... in a manner of speaking. We have to talk, Captain, and it's essential that none of the other factions know about it. I doubt any of them would think I'd ing you here. So, you're... telling me you... ought me back, what, ten months ago? How about Jonathan Archer ten months ago? Where's he? He's you. Then who just climbed into bed aboard Enterprise? That hasn't happened yet. That's a load of crap and you know it. I've had this conversation with half a dozen people. It always ends up the same way. Can't you ever give a straight answer? It depends on the question. All right, try this one. Why am I here? I thought you were supposed to protect the timeline, not screw with it. It's already been... screwed with, Captain. That explosion at the Paraagan colony, it wasn't supposed to happen. Of course, it wasn't. It was an accident. That's not what I mean. History never recorded the disaster. Someone violated the Temporal Accord... someone who doesn't want your mission to succeed. Are you telling me that Enterprise didn't cause that explosion? Do you remember the Temporal Cold War I spoke of? It's kind of hard to forget. Then, listen to me carefully. We don't have much time. All senior staff report to the Situation Room in 15 minutes. Mr. Reed, I'd like you in my quarters immediately. It was just where we detected the EM signature. But I don't understand... It was completely invisible. How on Earth did you know that a phase discriminator would expose it? If I'm not mistaken, you'll find this thing was designed to generate a plasma stream. Put a team together, Trip. I'll need two quantum beacons. They'll have to be positron-based and have an output of 200 gigawatts apiece. Positron-based, sir? Just get started. I'll ing you the specs in a few minutes. We're going to need our com frequencies on the fritz for a day or so. See to it. Aye, sir. Put the Armory on full alert. Turn the ship around, Travis. We're going back to the Paraagan colony. What are you all waiting for? Sir? It wasn't us, Trip. We didn't do it. ( softly): Whew. Take a look at the dispersal curve here... and here. You'll have to isolate the subassembly tolerances from the emitter algorithms. Whoa, hold on a minute. You're saying the assembly's independent of the emitters? Exactly. That's impossible. Not if you generate a stable flux between the positron conductors. Then all you'll have to do is renormalize the tertiary wave functions. With all due respect, sir, this is a level of quantum engineering that's beyond anything I ever learned. How the hell do you know this? Remember Crewman Daniels? Yeah. I saw him get vaporized by our friend, Silik. Well, for a cloud of vapor, he's one wealth of information. I just spent two hours with him. He's on Enterprise? Not exactly. Listen, I'll explain later. Right now, we've got to get back to building these beacons. Whatever you say. The circuitry in there isn't compatible with our technology. We'll have to create an interface. What for? We're going to be retrieving some Suliban data discs. I have no doubt you'll be able to handle the content, but, before you can do that, we'll have to find a way to access the data. And Daniels claims this is Suliban technology? Everything he's told me has checked out so far. I have no reason to doubt him on this. We'll do our best, Captain. Captain. The Vulcan ship we were headed for... It's no doubt detected we've altered course. Have they tried to hail us? I wouldn't know, sir. Our com is on the fritz. Why did Daniels leave it in his quarters? I don't recall him having much time to pack before he left. No. Well, if it is there, and it contains what he said it does, it could be invaluable to Starfleet. I gave Daniels my word, Malcolm. We download the schematics for the Suliban stealth cruiser... nothing else. Pity. Assuming he's right, and we manage to find the cruiser, what makes you think the Suliban won't come after us? Just like those old Bible movies, It wasn't written. So far, Daniels is batting a thousand. Wait a minute. You see that? They've got schematics on half a dozen different Klingon ships. The stealth cruiser, Lieutenant. Nothing else. There. There it is. Trip? I feel like a chef who's just made a meal with ingredients he's never tasted. You follow the instructions? To the letter. T' Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're approaching the colony. Have Mr. Mayweather locate a binary system 2.5 light-years away and set a course. Understood. Let's get these mounted on the grappler arms. Head for the smaller star... then the inner moon of the second planet. Bridge to Armory. Reed here. Have you plotted all the target points? Aye, sir. Stand by. I'll meet you two in the Launch Bay. If this goes well, I shouldn't be long. Lower the beacons. Modify the viewscreen. Bring up these coordinates. Full magnification. Activate the beacons. Right where they're supposed to be. Aren't we in range of their sensors, sir? They can see us. But they have no idea we can see through their cloak. Just keep on the same course, Travis. Malcolm. The closer, the better, sir. ( console beeps loudly) They're charging weapons. Now, Mr. Reed. Their cloaking generator's down. All four weapon banks, as well. Port and starboard engines disabled. Okay, here's the tricky part. Reed to Shuttlepod 2. Archer here. She's all yours, Captain. Good luck. That last shot should have sealed off the two lower decks. If Daniels is right, there shouldn't be more than 20 Suliban for us to deal with. Is that all? ( whispering): The stun grenade's on a three-second delay. Just ten more meters. Go. Which one? Here. Go. Captain. They're all around us. Archer to Reed. Go ahead. We need some help here. I see them. You'd better take cover. Go. ( console beeping warning) What's the problem? I can't release the docking clamps. ( thumping) Ignite the thrusters. Go to full power! Archer to Mayweather. We see you, Captain. Set a course back toward the Vulcan ship. Go to warp 4 as soon as we're aboard. Yes, sir. T' It took a while before we realized that the three discs had to work in unison. The interface seems to be holding. Hoshi? The stealth cruiser was definitely in orbit of the Paraagan colony when the explosion took place. They were monitoring us very closely. There are sensor logs that tracked our course, our altitude, even our hull temperature. Look at these. I can't believe how close they got. They got a lot closer than you think. Those cloaking devices sure come in handy. They were docked with the shuttlepod for nearly two minutes. Just long enough to attach this and cloak it. Good work. Keep at it. Get me Admiral Forrest. Sounds like pretty solid evidence. Where the hell did you get it? It's all on three data discs we took from a cloaked Suliban cruiser. But how did you know about that cruiser? And if it was cloaked, how could you find it? I've got friends in high places. This is going to be a very interesting de iefing. ( chuckles) Get to the Vulcan ship as quickly as you can. I'll let them know what you've got. I can't tell you how pleased I am, Jonathan. After all you've done, I would have hated to see this end. Thank you for believing in us, Admiral. Archer out. ( echoing): They boarded a cloaked vessel and they knew exactly where to find the discs. ( echoing): They weren't acting alone. My ships are fast. We can overtake them and destroy Enterprise. Have your ships ing me Archer. Allow Enterprise to continue. But we need to recover the discs. Archer! You know what happened the last time you failed me. It was ten months ago. He ought me back ten months. But I knew everything I know now. How is that possible? As I've told you, the Vulcan Science Directorate has concluded that time travel is impossible. Well, good for the Vulcan Science Directorate. Maybe they can tell me how I woke up yesterday knowing exactly where that Suliban ship was. Or how I suddenly had the ability to construct a quantum beacon to see through its cloak. And while they're at it, they might as well tell me how I knew where to find those discs. All valid questions. But to conclude that the only answer is that you acquired this information from a dead crewman who transported you back through time is illogical. Why don't you give me another explanation? I can't. Because there isn't one. I got a call from Trip. Something about inspection pods. It was the exact same call I got the day before they found Klaang. Word for word. Perhaps you were dreaming. Listen... I never thought this was possible, either. But... I traveled through time and I need you to believe me. Why? Because it's hard enough trying to fathom all this without having my Science Officer... A colleague who I trust and rely on, the person who got me to stop feeling sorry for myself... Accusing me of being an hallucinating madman. I don't remember accusing you of anything. Bridge to Archer. Yes? We're getting some strange readings, sir. It might not be a bad idea for you to come out here. I've taken the liberty of asking Commander Tucker to join us. What's the problem? We're having trouble balancing the warp field. Looks okay to me. It's odd. It'll be stable one moment, and then, for no reason, it'll go slightly out of alignment. What are you guys doing to my engines? The auto-stabilizers aren't functioning properly. The computer ran its last diagnostic on them less than ten minutes ago. They look fine. Well, they're not. We've had to realign the field a dozen times over the last hour. Load torpedoes. And stand by all weapons. Deploy the beacons, Travis. Modify the viewscreen and aim the beacons aft. Swing them down slowly. It looks like we're in a swarm of cloaked bees. Charge the phase cannons. We're being hailed. Put it through. I wouldn't advise using your weapons, Jonathan. Perhaps if we de-cloak, you'll understand why. Malcolm? They're all armed with high-yield particle weapons, sir. How many could you take out? Before they open fire? Not enough, sir. One of my ships is approaching your starboard docking port. I'd like you to board it immediately. What do you want with me? You have five minutes. If you don't comply, I have permission to destroy Enterprise. How do I know you won't destroy Enterprise either way? You have my word, Captain. And you also have four and a half minutes left. I'm placing you in command. I advise you to maintain your present course and speed. I don't know what's going to happen... but try to keep an open mind. Especially when it comes to things the Vulcan Science Directorate says are... impossible. I'll try. Captain, this is crazy. How do you know what they're going to do? T'Pol's in command now, Trip. Do whatever you can to help her. That goes for all of you. Keep an eye on Porthos for me, would you? Remember... No cheese. ( communications beep) Your Captain's playing a very dangerous game, Subcommander. Game? He has 30 seconds left. Did he think I wasn't serious? The turbolift's on E-Deck. It's empty. Where is he? I'm not reading his bio-signs. He must be on the Suliban ship. T' Captain Archer is no longer aboard Enterprise. Perhaps you should check with the vessel you sent for him. I thought he was smarter than this. He could have saved all your lives. What a waste. The docked ship is moving away. It's targeting our warp core. They're all targeting the warp core. Ten minutes ago, that vista was more beautiful than anything you could imagine. Where am I? I-I had eakfast in that room less than... half an hour ago. Then I was instructed to ing you here. They told me that the timeline wouldn't be safe if you boarded that Suliban ship. Someone was very mistaken. Where is here? You're in the 31st century, Captain, or what's left of it. You said the Suliban wouldn't follow us, that we'd make it safely to the Vulcan ship. As far as I was told, that was exactly what was supposed to occur. So you're telling me, this just happened? It doesn't look like it just happened. No. It looks like it happened a long time ago. If inging me here caused this, then send me back. I'll take my chances with Silik. Y-You don't understand. All our equipment... The time-portals... Have been destroyed. Everything's been destroyed. There's no way to send you back.
Where no man has gone before. Dr. Cochrane would be proud of you. I know the whole speech by heart. When's it going to be ready to fly? Let the paint dry first. No, I mean your ship. Not for awhile. It's not even built yet. You know that. How big will it be? Pretty big. Bigger than Ambassador Pointy's ship? His name is Soval and he's been very helpful and I told you not to call him that, Jonathan. Well, Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp 5 by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us. Well, they have their reasons. God knows what they are. Drop your weapon. I mean it! Roqnuh, pagh qoH! Mang juH! I don't understand a word you're saying, but I guarantee you, I know how to use this. Hich ghaH! Qagh DoQ! It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The Ventral Plating Team says they'll be done in about three days. Be sure they match the color to the nacelle housings. Planning to sit on the hull and pose for some postcards? Maybe. God, she's beautiful. And fast. Warp 4.5 next Thursday. Neptune and back in six minutes. Let's take a look at the lateral sensor array. Give me a sec. Slow down. There. Those are the ports that buckled during the last test. They need to be reinforced. Great. You scratched the paint. Sorry. Orbital Six. Captain Archer, sir. Go ahead. Admiral Forrest needs you at Starfleet Medical right away. Who was chasing him? We don't know. They were incinerated in the methane explosion and the farmer's description was vague at best. How did they get here? What kind of ship? They were using some kind of stealth technology. We're still analyzing our sensor logs. I'd like to see those logs. The Klingons made it very clear they want us to expedite this. It happened on our soil. That's irrelevant. Ambassador, with all due respect, we have a right to know what's going on here. You will be apprised of all pertinent information. And just who gets to decide what's pertinent information? Admiral. John. I think you know everyone. Not everyone. It's a Klingot. A Klingon. Where'd he come from? Oklahoma. A corn farmer named Moore shot him with a plasma rifle. Says it was self-defense. Fortunately, Soval and I have maintained close contact with Kronos since the incident occurred. Kronos? It's the Klingons' homeworld. This gentleman's some sort of a courier. Evidently, he was carrying crucial information back to his people. When he was nearly killed by your farmer. Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off your launch until we've cleared this up. Well, isn't that a surprise. You'd think they would have come up with something a little more imaginative this time. Sarcasm aside, Captain, the last thing your people need is to make an enemy of the Klingon Empire. If we hadn't convinced them to let us take Klaang's corpse back to Kronos, Earth would most likely be facing a squadron of warbirds by the end of the week. Corpse? Is he dead? Excuse me. Is this man dead? His autonomic system was disrupted by the blast, but his redundant neural function... Is he going to die? Not necessarily. Let me get this straight. You're going to disconnect this man from life-support even though he could live. Now, where's the logic in that? Klaang's culture finds honor in death. If they saw him like this, he'd be disgraced. They're a warrior race. They dream of dying in battle. If you understood the complexities of interstellar diplomacy... So that's your diplomatic solution? To do what they tell you? Pull the plug? Your metaphor is crude... but accurate. We may be crude, but we're not murderers. You're not going to let them do this, are you? The Klingons have demanded that we return Klaang immediately. Admiral? We may need to defer to their judgment. We've been deferring to their judgment for a hundred years. John... How much longer? Until you've proven you're ready. Ready to what? To look beyond your provincial attitudes and your volatile nature. Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on your ass. These Klingons, they're anxious to get their man back. Fine. I can have my ship ready to go in three days. We'll take him back home... alive. This is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs. Dan? What about your crew? Your Com Officer's in Brazil. You haven't selected a medical officer yet. Three days... that's all I need. Admiral? We've been waiting for nearly a century, Ambassador. This seems as good a time as any to get started. Listen to me. You're making a mistake! When your logic doesn't work, you raise your voice? You've been on Earth too long. I had a feeling their approach wouldn't sit too well with you. Don't screw this up. I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport. I presume you mean fruits and vegetables. I mean armory officers and helmsmen. I don't think I'm quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a datastream. They claim it's safe. Do they, indeed? Well, I certainly hope the Captain doesn't plan on making us use it. Don't worry. From what I'm told, he won't even put his dog through this thing. This is ridiculous. I ask for plasma coils and they send me a case of valve sealant. There's no chance I can have these weapons on line in three days. We're just taking a sick man back to his homeworld. Why do we need weapons? Didn't you read the profile report on these Klingons? Apparently, they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle. No doubt Mr. Tucker will reassure me that my equipment will be here tomorrow. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit heavy? Feels all right. Earth sea level. My father always kept it at .8 G. Thought it put a little spring in his step. After being raised on cargo ships, it must have felt like you had lead in your boots when you got to Earth. Beautiful. Lock it off right there. I believe you missed a spot. Commander Tucker, Ensign Travis Mayweather. He just arrived. Our Space Boomer. How fast have you gotten her? Warp 4. We'll be going to 4.5 as soon as we clear Jupiter. Think you can handle it? 4.5? Pardon me, but if I don't realign the deflector, the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Your equipment will here in the morning. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Very good. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Carlos... Ltrunghi! krqltt! Ltrunghi! krqltt! ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Tighten the back of your tongue. ! krqltt! ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Keep trying; you've almost got it. I'll be right back. It's two more weeks before exams. It's impossible for me to leave now. You've got to have someone who can cover for you. If there was anyone else who can do what I do, you wouldn't be so eager to have me on your spaceship. Hoshi. I'm sorry, Captain, I owe it to these kids. I could order you. I'm on leave from Starfleet, remember? You would have to forcibly recall me, which would require a reprimand, which would disqualify me from serving on an active vessel. I need someone with your ear. And you'll have her... in three weeks. Poq volcha vaY Du bogh Qapla'! Wh-what's that? Klingon. Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of their linguistic database. I thought you said the Vulcans were opposed to this. They are, but we agreed to make a few compromises. So'wl chu'lu'ta sonchly yem Surgh... What do you know about these Klingons? Not much. An empire of warriors with 80 poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax. Turn it up. BlmoHqu K'ntah... Think of it. You'd be the first human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it? Since when do we have Vulcan science officers? Since we needed their starcharts to get to Kronos. So we get a few maps and they get to put a spy on our ship? Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a chaperone. I thought the whole point of this was to get away from the Vulcans. Four days there and four days back... then she's gone. In the meantime, we're to extend her every courtesy. I don't know... I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the Bridge. Here we go. Come in. This confirms that I was transferred to your command at 0800 hours. Reporting for duty. Is there a problem? No, sir. Oh, I forgot. Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you. I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations. I took a shower this morning. How about you, Captain? I'm sorry. This is Commander Charles Tucker llI. Subcommander T'Pol. Trip. I'm called Trip. I'll try to remember that. While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What's said in this room and out on that Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command. My reason for being here is not espionage. My superior simply asked me to assist you. Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us. I didn't request this assignment, Captain, and you can be certain that when this mission's over, I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you'll be to have me go. If there's nothing else... That'll be all. When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight 90 years ago and drew the attention of our new friends, the Vulcans, we realized that we weren't alone in the galaxy. Today, we are about to cross a new threshold. For nearly a century, we've waded ankle deep in the ocean of space. Now it's finally time to swim. The warp 5 engine wouldn't be a reality without men like Dr. Cochrane and Henry Archer who worked so hard to develop it. So it's only fitting that Henry's son, Jonathan Archer, will command the first starship powered by that engine. Rather than quoting Dr. Cochrane, I think we should listen to his own words from the dedication ceremony for the Warp 5 Complex 32 years ago. On this site, a powerful engine will be built, an engine that will someday help us to travel a hundred times faster than we can today. Imagine it... thousands of inhabited planets at our fingertips, and we'll be able to explore those strange new worlds and seek out new life and new civilizations. This engine will let us go boldly where no man has gone before. Take her out, Mr. Mayweather. Straight and steady. How we doing, Trip? Ready when you are. Prepare for warp. Course laid in, sir. Request permission to get underway. The coordinates are off by .2 degrees. Thank you. Let's go. Where's Klaang? The humans have him. Did you lose anyone else? Two of my soldiers were killed. One of them was a friend. Can you prevent it? Our agreement doesn't provide for correcting mistakes. Recover the evidence. I will, I promise you. When will we speak again? Don't be concerned with when. Love what you've done with the place. Those are immunocytic gel worms. Try not to shake them. What'd you think of Earth? Intriguing. I especially liked the Chinese food. Have you ever tried it? I lived in San Francisco all my life. Ah. Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic, but what you lack biologically, you make up for with your charming optimism. Not to mention your egg drop soup. Be very careful with that. What's in there? An Altarian marsupial. Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere. Their droppings? If you're going to try to em ace new worlds, you must try to em ace new ideas. That's why the Vulcans initiated the Interspecies Medical Exchange. There's a lot to be learned. I'm sorry to take you away from your program, but our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon. Please, no apologies. What better time to study human beings than when they're under pressure? It's a rare opportunity, and your Klingon friend... I've never had the chance to examine a living one before. Ensign Mayweather tells me that we'll be to Kronos in about 80 hours. Any chance he'll be conscious by then? There's a chance he'll be conscious within the next ten minutes... just not a very good one. 80 hours, Doctor. If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own two feet, he doesn't stand much of a chance. I'll do the best I can. Optimism, Captain! You're upside down, Ensign. Yes, sir. Care to explain why? When I was a kid, we called it the sweet spot. Every ship's got one. Sweet spot? It's usually about halfway between the grav-generator and the bow plate. Grab ahold of the hatch. No, no, no, on either side. Now push off. Push off. Wow. Whoa! It takes practice. You ever slept in zero G? Slept? It's just like being back in the womb. The Captain tells me you've been to Trillius Prime. It took fourth, fifth and sixth grades to get there. I've also been to Draylax and both the Teneebian moons. I've only been on one inhabited planet besides Earth. Nothing there but dust-dwelling ticks. I've heard the women on Draylax have... Three. Yeah, it's true. You know that firsthand? Firsthand, secondhand, thirdhand. I guess growing up a boomer has its advantages. Got an empty seat here, Commander. Sorry, dinner with the boss tonight. Grand Canyon? No. Big Sur Aquarium. Sightseeing was not one of my assignments. Hmm... All work and no play... Everybody should get out for a little fun now and then. All our recreational needs are provided at the Compound. Come in. You should have started without me. Sit down. T'Pol tells me she's been living at the Vulcan Compound in Sausalito. No kidding. I lived a few blocks from there when I first joined Starfleet. Great parties at the Vulcan Compound. It might be a little easier using your fingers. Vulcans don't touch food with their hands. Can't wait to see you tackle the spareribs. Don't worry. We know you're a vegetarian. Looks delicious. Tell Chef I said thanks. Of course, sir. You humans claim to be enlightened, yet you still consume the flesh of animals. Grandma taught me never judge a species by their eating habits. Enlightened might be too strong a word, but, if you'd been on Earth 50 years ago, I think you'd be impressed by what we've gotten done. You have yet to em ace either patience or logic. You remain impulsive carnivores. Yeah. What about war, disease, hunger? Pretty much wiped them out in less than two generations. I wouldn't call that small potatoes. It remains to be seen whether humanity will revert to its baser instincts. Well, we used to have cannibals on Earth. Who knows how far we'll revert? Lucky this isn't a long mission. Human instinct is pretty strong. You can't expect us to change overnight. With proper discipline... anything's possible. Warp 4.3, sir. Not much of a change. I don't know... Does anybody else feel that? Feel what? Those vi ations like little tremors? You're imagining it. Bring us to 4.4, Ensign. There, what do you call that? The deflector's sequencing. It's perfectly normal. Perhaps you'd like to go to your quarters and lie down. Ponfo mirann. I was instructed to speak English on this voyage and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that. It's easy to get a little jumpy when you're traveling at 30 million kilometers a second. Should be old hat in a week's time. Archer. This is Dr. Phlox, Captain. Our patient is regaining consciousness. On my way. Hoshi. Pung ghap HoS! Pung ghap HoS! What's wrong? The translator... it's not locking on to his dialect. The syntax won't align. DujDaj Hegh! Uh... Tell him we're taking him home. Um... Ingan Hoch, juH! Tujpa'qul Dun? Oh, he wants to know who we are. Ou'ghewmey Enterprise. PugloD. Nentay lupHom! LupHom... ship... He's asking for his ship back. Say it was destroyed. Sonchly. Vengen Sto-Vo-Kor Dos! I-I'm not sure, but I think he said something about eating the afterlife? Try the translator again. I-I-I'm going to need to run what we've got through the phonetic processor. MajOa blmoHqu! He says... he says his wife has grown ugly? I am sorry, Captain. I'm doing the best I can. Excuse me. His prefrontal cortex is hyperstimulated. I doubt he has any idea what he's saying. Hljol OaOqu'nay! I think the Doctor's right, Captain, unless stinky boots has something to do with all this. T-that's the warp reactor again, right? OaOqu'nay! Bridge, report. We've dropped out of warp, sir. Main power... We're losing power on all decks. I think I just saw something off the starboard bow. What? I don't know. It might have just been the sensors going down. Qa'rot bah chu'lu'ta! Auxiliary power should have kicked in by now. Sonchly DaHjaj pung'gaP! You want to tell him to shut up? Shut up! DaHjaj pung'gaP... We may have to sedate him. I need to get to the Bridge. DaHjaj pung'gaP... Captain. There's someone here. Crewman! Suliban. You all right? Yeah. We've got state-of-the-art sensors. Why the hell didn't we detect them? Mr. Reed thought he detected something right before we lost power. The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance. Looks more like a glitch. Those weren't glitches in Sick Bay. I want a complete analysis of that disturbance. Where do we stand on weapons? I still have to tune the targeting scanners. What are you waiting for? Captain... The Klingon seemed to know who they were. See if you can translate what he said. Right away. Captain, there's no way you could have anticipated this. I'm sure Ambassador Soval will understand. You're the Science Officer. Why don't you help Trip with that analysis? The astrometric computer in San Francisco will be far more effective. We're not going to San Francisco, so make do with what we've got here. You've lost the Klingon. Your mission is over. I didn't lose the Klingon, he was taken, and I'm going to find out who took him. How do you plan to do that? Space is very big, Captain. A shadow on your sensors won't help you find them. This is a foolish mission. Come with me. I'm not interested in what you think about this mission, so take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions. Your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system. I've been listening to you Vulcans tell us what not to do my entire life. I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding. He deserved to see that launch. You may have life spans of 200 years... we don't. You are going to be contacting Starfleet to advise them of our situation. No, I'm not, and neither are you. Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful. What have you found, Doctor? Mr. Klaang was right about one thing. He is a Suliban, but, unless I'm mistaken, he is no ordinary one. Meaning? His DNA is Suliban, but his anatomy has been altered. Look at this lung. Five onchial lobes, you see. It should only have three. And look at the alveoli clusters. They've been modified to process different kinds of atmosphere. Are you saying he's some kind of a mutant? Well, I, uh... I suppose I am, but this was no accident. No, uh, freak of nature. This man was the recipient of some very sophisticated genetic engineering. Watch this. Subcutaneous pigment sacs. A biomimetic garment and the eyes are my favorite. Compound retinas. He most likely saw things even your sensors couldn't detect. It's not in their genome? No, certainly not. The Suliban are no more evolved than humans. It is very impressive work, though. I've never seen anything quite like it. How about this? It's just background noise. Your sensors aren't capable of isolating plasma decay. How can you be so damn sure what our sensors can do? Vulcan children play with toys that are more sophisticated. You know... some people say you Vulcans do nothing but patronize us, but if they were here now, if they could see how far you're bending over backwards to help me, they'd eat their words. Your Captain's mission was to return the Klingon to his people. He no longer has the Klingon. I realize he's only a simple Earthling, but did it ever occur to you that he might know what he's doing? It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been around too long... God knows you remind us of that every chance you get... But does that mean the man who's been put in charge of this mission doesn't deserve our support? Then again, loyalty's an emotion... isn't it? Any luck? Not really. My analysis of the spatial disturbance Mr. Reed saw indicates a stealth vessel with a tricyclic plasma drive. If we can figure out the decay rate of their plasma, we'll be able to find their warp trail. Unfortunately, your sensors were not designed to measure plasma decay. Are you sure it's safe to stand so close to that? What have you got? I've managed to translate most of what Klaang said, but none of it makes sense. Nothing about the Suliban? Nope. Does that name ring a bell to you? They're a somewhat primitive species from Sector 3641, but they've never posed a threat. Well, they have now. Did he say anything about Earth? The word's not even in their database. It's all there. There are only four words that I couldn't translate. Probably just proper nouns. Jelik, Sarin, Rigel, Tholia. Anything sound familiar? T'Pol? Rigel is a planetary system approximately 15 light-years from our present position. Why the hesitation? According to the navigational log salvaged from Klaang's ship, Rigel X was the last place he stopped before crashing on your planet. Why do I get the feeling you weren't going to share that little piece of information? I wasn't authorized to reveal the details of our findings. The next time I learn you're withholding something, you're going to spend the rest of this voyage confined to some very cramped quarters. Understood? Archer to Helm. Mayweather. Go into the Vulcan starcharts and find a system called Rigel. Then set a course for the tenth planet. Yes, sir. Are you certain he's telling the truth? Absolutely certain. The drugs are working. Keep him alive while I'm gone. As soon as we've tied down, we'll be descending into the trade complex. It has 36 levels. Your translators have been programmed for Rigelian. However, you'll encounter numerous other species. Many of them are known to be impatient with newcomers. None of them have seen a human before. You have a tendency to be gregarious. I suggest you try to restrain that tendency. You forgot to warn us about drinking the water. Dr. Phlox isn't concerned with the food and water, but he does caution against intimate contact. The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was there to get something, whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken. It was just a few days ago. A seven-foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed. What in the world...? It's nothing that concerns us. Would you like to meet them? I can arrange it. Is this where you saw Klaang? I'll show you where, but, first, you should enjoy yourselves. Which one would you prefer? We should get going. Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms? Sir... Oh, yes, absolutely. You're right. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Hey! Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang, but they told me about an enclave on Level 19 where Klingons have been known to go. Something about live food. Where on Level 19? The easternmost subsection, by the geothermal shafts. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. Archer out. What are you doing? Leave the kid alone! Don't get involved. You see what she's doing? He's going to suffocate. They're Lorillians. Before the age of four, they can only eathe methyloxide. The mother is simply weaning her son. Could have fooled me. Humans can't refrain from drawing conclusions. You should learn to objectify other cultures, so you know when to interfere and when not to. Isn't an enclave supposed to have people? Enclave can mean a lot of things. T'Pol said something about live food. I don't see any restaurants. Hello! Excuse me! Ha'quj jeg! They looked Klingon to me. Archer to T'Pol. T'Pol, come in. Maybe we should get back to where there are more people. There are plenty of people right here. Stay behind me. You're looking for Klaang. Why? Who the hell are you? My name is Sarin. Tell me about the people who took Klaang off your ship. I was hoping you could tell me. They looked a lot like your friends outside. Where were you taking him? Why don't you look like your friends? Would you prefer I did? What I'd prefer is you give me Klaang back. So you could take him where? Home. We were just taking him home. You better be careful. I'm a lot bigger than you are. If you're thinking of harming me, I'd advise against it. What are you doing? Why were you taking Klaang home? You know, under different circumstances, I might be flattered by this, but... That's never happened before. I've been given the ability to measure trust, but it requires close contact. You're Suliban. I was a member of the Cabal, but not any longer. The price of evolution was too high. Evolution? Some of my people are so anxious to improve themselves, that they've lost perspective. So you know I'm not lying to you. Now what? Klaang was carrying a message to his people. How do you know that? I gave it to him. What kind of message? The Suliban have been staging attacks within the Klingon Empire, making it appear that one faction is attacking another. Klaang was inging proof of this to his High Council. Without that proof, the Empire could be thrown into chaos. Why would the Suliban want that? The Cabal doesn't make decisions on its own. They're simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war. Temporal? You've lost me. They're taking orders from the distant future. What? We can help you find Klaang, but we don't have a starship. You'll have to take us with you. Where's your vessel? On the roof. Docking Port 3. This way. Trip. Find Klaang. Where's the pod? Over here. No, it's this way. Come on. Lieutenant Reed, this is Archer. Come in. We're on the roof. You need to get up here as quickly as... you can... We've been trying to reach you, Captain. We're back in the shuttle. Ask him where they are. The storm's getting worse. Captain, what's your location? The weather is definitely... Great! Like I said, it's back there. I've never seen lightning in a snowstorm before. The storm's kicking up too much interference. I can't isolate human bio-signs. They could be anywhere in the complex. Try Vulcan bio-signs. I found her. Get Hoshi to the ship. Now! Go! Enterprise needs its Captain. Give me the weapons. I said go. The starboard thruster's down. Ignore it. Take us up. We need instructions. Open a channel. Subcommander T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. We'll be docking in four minutes. Have Dr. Phlox meet us in Decon. Acknowledged. Is someone wounded? The Captain. I'm taking command of Enterprise. I can't do it. Yes, you can. Take her up... straight and steady. Damn. You can't be afraid of the wind. Learn to trust it. It shouldn't take more than a few moments. Is this really necessary? The others scanned negative. You two, unfortunately, were exposed to a protocystian spore. I've loaded the appropriate decon gel into compartment B. Tell Mr. Mayweather to prepare to leave orbit. How's the Captain? I'm treating his wound. Will he be all right? Eventually. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you just kind of an observer on this mission? I don't remember anyone telling me you were a member of Starfleet. My Vulcan rank supersedes yours. Apples and oranges. This is an Earth vessel. You're in no position to take command. As soon as we're through here, I'll contact Ambassador Soval. He'll speak to your superiors, and I'm certain they'll support my authority in this situation. You must really be proud of yourself. You can put an end to this mission while the Captain's still unconscious in Sick Bay. You won't even have to look him in the eye. Your precious cargo was stolen. Three Suliban, perhaps more, were killed, and Captain Archer has been seriously wounded. It seems to me this mission has put an end to itself. Turn around. Let's say you're right. Let's say we screwed up, just like you always knew we would. It's still a pretty good bet that whoever blew that hole in the Captain's leg is connected somehow to the people that took Klaang. I fail to see your point. Captain Archer deserves a chance to see this through. If you knew him, you'd realize that's what he's about. He needs to finish what he starts. His daddy was the same way. You obviously share your Captain's belief that my people were responsible for impeding Henry Archer's accomplishments. He only wanted to see his engine fly. They never even gave him the chance to fail. Here you are, 30 years later, proving just how consistent you Vulcans can be. Very nice, very nice. Your myofibers are fusing beautifully. How long have I...? Less than six hours. I thought it best to keep you sedated while the osmotic eel cauterized your wound. Thanks. How you doing, Captain? Well, that depends. What's been going on the last six hours? As your highest-ranking officer, I assumed command while you were incapacitated. Are we underway? You didn't waste much time, did you? Is he fit to resume command? As long as he returns for more eel therapy tomorrow. How long before we get back to Earth? Earth, sir? We're currently tracking the Suliban vessel that left Rigel shortly after you were injured. You got their plasma decay rate? With Mr. Tucker's assistance, I modified your sensors. We now have the resolution to detect their warp trail. What happened to This is a foolish mission? This is a foolish mission. The Suliban are clearly a hostile race with technology far superior to yours, but as acting Captain, I was obligated to anticipate your wishes. As acting Captain, you could have done whatever the hell you wanted to do. I should return to the Bridge. Dismissed. Modifying the sensors was her idea, sir. Enterprise Starlog, Captain Jonathan Archer, April 16, 2151. We've been tracking the Suliban ship for ten hours thanks to our Science Officer who came up with a way to tweak the sensors. Computer, pause. I save her life, now she's helping us with a mission. One good turn deserves another. Doesn't sound very Vulcan. Resume log. I have no reason to believe that Klaang is still alive, but if what the Suliban woman told me is true, it's crucial that we try to find him. Computer, pause. Have you ever known a Vulcan to return a favor? No, neither have I. Resume log. I still haven't decided whether to ask Subcommander T'Pol about this Temporal Cold War. My instincts tell me not to trust her. Computer, pause. Archer to T'Pol. Report. If you're feeling well enough to come to the Bridge, Captain, now would be a good time. It's a gas giant. From the looks of it, a Class-6 or 7. Class-7. The Suliban vessel dropped to impulse a few hours ago and altered course. Their new heading took them through its outer radiation belt. We've lost them. Yes. Move us in closer. Anything? The radiation's dissipated their warp trail. I'm only picking up fragments. You finished helping us? Lieutenant, run a spectral analysis of the fragments. There's too much distortion. The decay rates don't even match. Calculate the trajectory of each fragment. Sir? You heard her. Recali ate the sensor array, narrow band, short-to mid-range. Aye, sir. Measure the particle density of the thermosphere. Your instincts were right. Those fragments weren't from one Suliban ship. They were from 14 and all within the last six hours. I believe we have found what we're looking for. How are your targeting scanners? Aligned and ready, sir. Bring the weapons on line and polarize the hull plating. Lay in a 60-degree vector. We're going in. Did Sarin give them anything? I don't know. What do you know? They followed us here. Looking for Klaang or for you? I don't know, but I will destroy them before they locate the helix. We didn't plan to involve the humans or the Vulcans... not yet. Sarin's message cannot reach Kronos. If the humans have it, you must stop them. Sensor resolution's falling off at about 12 kilometers. Travis? I'm okay, Captain. Our situation should improve. We're about to eak through the cyclohexane layer. I wouldn't exactly call this an improvement. Liquid phosphorous. I wouldn't have expected that beneath a layer of cyclohexane. You might think about recommending seat belts when we get home. It's just a little bad weather. We've got sensors. Level off. Go to long-range scans. I'm detecting two vessels, bearing 119 mark 7. Put it up. Impulse and warp engines. What kind of weapons? We're too far away. Sir, I'm picking up something at 342 mark 12. It's a lot bigger. All sensors, get whatever you can. Go tighter. Bio-signs? Over 30,000, but I can't isolate a Klingon if there is one. That was a particle weapon, sir. Bridge, we're taking damage down here. What's going on? Just a little trouble with the bad guys. I suggest we return to the phosphorous layer. Take us up. Captain. What have you got? It appears to be an aggregate structure comprised of hundreds of vessels. They're held in place by an interlocking system of magnetic seals. There. Right there. These bio-readings are not Suliban. We can't be certain they're Klingon. Even if it is Klaang, we'd have a tough time getting him out of there. We could always try the transporting device. We've risked too much to ing him back inside-out. Would the grappler work in a liquid atmosphere? I believe so. Bring it on line. One more time, Mr. Mayweather. The ventral plating's down. Hold your position. Lead ship's closing. 7,000 meters. 6,000. We should ascend. Hold your position. 1,000 meters. Forward plating's off-line. Now, Mr. Reed. The ship's in the Launch Bay. Ask me another one. All right. What's this? The pitch control. No, that's the pitch control. This is the guidance system. Pitch control, guidance system. Got it. The docking interface... How do you deploy it? Release the inertial clamps here, here and here, then initialize the coaxial ports. Good. Where's the auxiliary throttle? Hmm. It's not this one. With all due respect to Commander Tucker, I'm pretty sure I can fly this thing, sir. I don't doubt that, but I need you here. There, that's it. Auxiliary throttle. Captain, that charge contained a proximity sweep. If we remain here, they're going to locate us. You're going to have to speed this up a little, Travis. How complicated can it be? Up, down, forward, reverse. I can figure it out. We'll be back before you know it. Have Mayweather plot a course for Kronos. There's a Vulcan ship less than two days away. It's illogical to attempt this alone. I was beginning to think you understood why we have to do this alone. You'll have other opportunities to demonstrate your independence. Never put off till tomorrow... You both could be killed. Am I sensing concern? Last time I checked, that was considered an emotion. If anything happens to either of you, the Vulcan High Command will hold me responsible. Come in. You finished? Sir. This should reverse the polarity of any maglock within a hundred meters. Once you've set the sequence, you'll have five seconds. One more thing. Ah, our new weapons. They're called phase-pistols. They have two settings... Stun and kill. It would be best not to confuse them. Time to go. The ship is yours. What's that? Travis said not to worry about that panel. That's reassuring. Hold on. That was a lot closer. If we change our position, they'll have to start from scratch. If we change our position, the Captain will have no way of finding us. I think we're there. Bring the docking interface on line. Coaxial ports. Open. Let's go. Where is it? It was right there. Bank starboard, 90 degrees. There you are. That's the upper-support radius. Drop down right below it. Start a counterclockwise sweep. A little more. A little more. Right there. Stun seems to work. Grab onto something! This is ridiculous! If we don't move the ship, Captain Archer won't have anything to look for when he gets back. We're going to need that ear of yours. Move us away five kilometers. In what direction? Any direction. This is going be easier than I thought. It's okay. We're getting you off this thing. I really don't want to have to carry you out of here. You okay? I think he gets the idea. Give him a hand. Ou'taw boh! Be quiet. MaH! Borat! Borat! Muh tok! Dajvo tagh! Borat! You tell him, big guy. Give me the box! Thanks. Get to the ship. I'll be right behind you. Captain? It worked, Trip. Where are you? I'm still in the central core. Get Klaang back to Enterprise. What about you, sir? Get him to the ship. You can come back for me. It's going to be hard to isolate your bio-signs so stay as far away from the Suliban as you can. Believe me, I'll try. RaOpo jadlCH! I don't particularly like the way you smell, either! MajOa! I don't get it. This is right where they're supposed to be. The charges are getting closer again. Another five kilometers, Ensign. At this rate, the Captain will never find us. Wait a minute. I think I've got something. Amplify it. It's Commander Tucker. All I hear is noise. It's just a narrow notch in the mid-range. He says he's about to ignite his thruster exhaust. 158 mark 13. Laid in. Ahead, 50 kph. Shaya tonat. You're welcome. Two kilometers, dead ahead. Initiate docking procedures. I'm only picking up two bio-signs. One Klingon, one human. Turn this ship around now. Our mission is to return the Klingon to his homeworld. Another rescue attempt could jeopardize that mission. The Captain specifically told us to come back for him. As Commanding Officer, it's my job to interpret the Captain's orders. I just told you his orders! What's there to interpret? Captain Archer may very well have told you to return for him later because he knew how stubborn you can be. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You might have risked Klaang's life in a foolish attempt to swing back and rescue the Captain. I can't believe this! The situation must be analyzed logically. I don't remember the Captain analyzing anything when he went back for you on that roof. That is a specious analogy. Is it? You're wasting your time. Klaang knows nothing. It would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room. What is this room? What goes on here? You're very curious, John. May I call you John? Am I supposed to be impressed you know my name? I've learned a great deal about you... Even more than you know. Well, I guess you have me at a disadvantage. So why don't you drop this invisible man routine and... let me see who I'm talking to? Hull plating's been repolarized. Stand by impulse engines. Mr. Tucker, status? The auto-sequencer's on line, but annular confinement's still off by two microns. That should suffice. Easy for you to say. If the Suliban have reestablished their defenses, we'll have no other option. You wouldn't have come looking for Klaang if Sarin had told you what she knew. That means you're no threat to me, John, but I do need you to leave this room. Now. This chameleon thing is pretty fancy. Was it payment for pitting the Klingons against each other or a trophy from your Temporal Cold War? I was going to let you go. Really? Then you obviously don't know as much about me as you thought you did. On the contrary. I could've told you what day you were going to die, but I suppose that's about to change. What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from getting knocked on your butt? What you call tricks, we call progress. Are you aware that your genome is almost identical to that of an ape? The Suliban don't share humanity's patience with natural selection. So to speed things up a little, you struck a deal with the devil? We have four more coming up on starboard. Can we dock, Ensign? These aren't ideal conditions. Mr. Tucker, we're going to Plan B. Now! Bridge, we've got him. Sorry, Captain, we had no other choice. Pung ghap HoS! Ram Meqmey! Vubpu' jon nuchpa! Malja'gor. Wo'migh gaCH Qo'noS! Something about disgracing the Empire. He says he's ready to die. Poq! ChugDah hegh... volcha vay. I'll take that as a thank you. I don't think they have a word for thank you. What did he say? You don't want to know. Come in. I've just gotten a response to the message I sent to Admiral Forrest. He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High Command about the Suliban we ran into. It isn't every day, he gets to be the one dispensing information. I wanted you both to hear Starfleet's orders before I inform the crew. Orders? Your people are sending a transport to pick you up. I was under the impression that Enterprise would be taking me back to Earth. It would be a little out of our way. Admiral Forrest sees no reason why we shouldn't keep going. Son of a bitch. I have a feeling Dr. Phlox won't mind staying around for a while. He's developing a fondness for the human endocrine system. I'll get double shifts on the repair work. I think that outer hull's going to need a little patching up. Let's hope that's the last time somebody takes a shot at us. Let's hope. T'Pol... would you stick around for a minute? Ever since I can remember, I've seen Vulcans as an obstacle... always keeping us from standing on our own two feet. I understand. No, I don't think you do. If I'm going to pull this off, there are a few things I need to leave behind. Things like preconceptions, holding grudges... This mission would've failed without your help. I won't dispute that. I was thinking... a Vulcan Science Officer could come in handy, but if I asked you to stay, it might look like I wasn't ready to do this on my own. Perhaps you should add pride to your list. Perhaps I should. It might be best if I were to contact my superiors and make the request myself... with your permission. Permission granted. I hope nobody is in a big hurry to get home. Starfleet seems to think that we're ready to begin our mission. I understand there's an inhabited planet a few light-years from here. We've detected it, sir. Sensors show a nitrogen-sulfide atmosphere. Probably not humanoids. That's what we're here to find out. Prepare to eak orbit and lay in a course. I'm reading an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it? We can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp 4.
Where no man has gone before. Dr. Cochrane would be proud of you. I know the whole speech by heart. When's it going to be ready to fly? Let the paint dry first. No, I mean your ship. Not for awhile. It's not even built yet. You know that. How big will it be? Pretty big. Bigger than Ambassador Pointy's ship? His name is Soval and he's been very helpful and I told you not to call him that, Jonathan. Well, Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp 5 by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us. Well, they have their reasons. God knows what they are. Drop your weapon. I mean it! Roqnuh, pagh qoH! Mang juH! I don't understand a word you're saying, but I guarantee you, I know how to use this. Hich ghaH! Qagh DoQ! It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The Ventral Plating Team says they'll be done in about three days. Be sure they match the color to the nacelle housings. Planning to sit on the hull and pose for some postcards? Maybe. God, she's beautiful. And fast. Warp 4.5 next Thursday. Neptune and back in six minutes. Let's take a look at the lateral sensor array. Give me a sec. Slow down. There. Those are the ports that buckled during the last test. They need to be reinforced. Great. You scratched the paint. Sorry. Orbital Six. Captain Archer, sir. Go ahead. Admiral Forrest needs you at Starfleet Medical right away. Who was chasing him? We don't know. They were incinerated in the methane explosion and the farmer's description was vague at best. How did they get here? What kind of ship? They were using some kind of stealth technology. We're still analyzing our sensor logs. I'd like to see those logs. The Klingons made it very clear they want us to expedite this. It happened on our soil. That's irrelevant. Ambassador, with all due respect, we have a right to know what's going on here. You will be apprised of all pertinent information. And just who gets to decide what's pertinent information? Admiral. John. I think you know everyone. Not everyone. It's a Klingot. A Klingon. Where'd he come from? Oklahoma. A corn farmer named Moore shot him with a plasma rifle. Says it was self-defense. Fortunately, Soval and I have maintained close contact with Kronos since the incident occurred. Kronos? It's the Klingons' homeworld. This gentleman's some sort of a courier. Evidently, he was carrying crucial information back to his people. When he was nearly killed by your farmer. Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off your launch until we've cleared this up. Well, isn't that a surprise. You'd think they would have come up with something a little more imaginative this time. Sarcasm aside, Captain, the last thing your people need is to make an enemy of the Klingon Empire. If we hadn't convinced them to let us take Klaang's corpse back to Kronos, Earth would most likely be facing a squadron of warbirds by the end of the week. Corpse? Is he dead? Excuse me. Is this man dead? His autonomic system was disrupted by the blast, but his redundant neural function... Is he going to die? Not necessarily. Let me get this straight. You're going to disconnect this man from life-support even though he could live. Now, where's the logic in that? Klaang's culture finds honor in death. If they saw him like this, he'd be disgraced. They're a warrior race. They dream of dying in battle. If you understood the complexities of interstellar diplomacy... So that's your diplomatic solution? To do what they tell you? Pull the plug? Your metaphor is crude... but accurate. We may be crude, but we're not murderers. You're not going to let them do this, are you? The Klingons have demanded that we return Klaang immediately. Admiral? We may need to defer to their judgment. We've been deferring to their judgment for a hundred years. John... How much longer? Until you've proven you're ready. Ready to what? To look beyond your provincial attitudes and your volatile nature. Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on your ass. These Klingons, they're anxious to get their man back. Fine. I can have my ship ready to go in three days. We'll take him back home... alive. This is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs. Dan? What about your crew? Your Com Officer's in Brazil. You haven't selected a medical officer yet. Three days... that's all I need. Admiral? We've been waiting for nearly a century, Ambassador. This seems as good a time as any to get started. Listen to me. You're making a mistake! When your logic doesn't work, you raise your voice? You've been on Earth too long. I had a feeling their approach wouldn't sit too well with you. Don't screw this up. I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport. I presume you mean fruits and vegetables. I mean armory officers and helmsmen. I don't think I'm quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a datastream. They claim it's safe. Do they, indeed? Well, I certainly hope the Captain doesn't plan on making us use it. Don't worry. From what I'm told, he won't even put his dog through this thing. This is ridiculous. I ask for plasma coils and they send me a case of valve sealant. There's no chance I can have these weapons on line in three days. We're just taking a sick man back to his homeworld. Why do we need weapons? Didn't you read the profile report on these Klingons? Apparently, they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle. No doubt Mr. Tucker will reassure me that my equipment will be here tomorrow. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit heavy? Feels all right. Earth sea level. My father always kept it at .8 G. Thought it put a little spring in his step. After being raised on cargo ships, it must have felt like you had lead in your boots when you got to Earth. Beautiful. Lock it off right there. I believe you missed a spot. Commander Tucker, Ensign Travis Mayweather. He just arrived. Our Space Boomer. How fast have you gotten her? Warp 4. We'll be going to 4.5 as soon as we clear Jupiter. Think you can handle it? 4.5? Pardon me, but if I don't realign the deflector, the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Your equipment will here in the morning. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Very good. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Ghlungit! tak nekleet. Carlos... Ltrunghi! krqltt! Ltrunghi! krqltt! ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Tighten the back of your tongue. ! krqltt! ! krqltt! ! krqltt! Keep trying; you've almost got it. I'll be right back. It's two more weeks before exams. It's impossible for me to leave now. You've got to have someone who can cover for you. If there was anyone else who can do what I do, you wouldn't be so eager to have me on your spaceship. Hoshi. I'm sorry, Captain, I owe it to these kids. I could order you. I'm on leave from Starfleet, remember? You would have to forcibly recall me, which would require a reprimand, which would disqualify me from serving on an active vessel. I need someone with your ear. And you'll have her... in three weeks. Poq volcha vaY Du bogh Qapla'! Wh-what's that? Klingon. Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of their linguistic database. I thought you said the Vulcans were opposed to this. They are, but we agreed to make a few compromises. So'wl chu'lu'ta sonchly yem Surgh... What do you know about these Klingons? Not much. An empire of warriors with 80 poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax. Turn it up. BlmoHqu K'ntah... Think of it. You'd be the first human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it? Since when do we have Vulcan science officers? Since we needed their starcharts to get to Kronos. So we get a few maps and they get to put a spy on our ship? Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a chaperone. I thought the whole point of this was to get away from the Vulcans. Four days there and four days back... then she's gone. In the meantime, we're to extend her every courtesy. I don't know... I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the Bridge. Here we go. Come in. This confirms that I was transferred to your command at 0800 hours. Reporting for duty. Is there a problem? No, sir. Oh, I forgot. Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you. I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations. I took a shower this morning. How about you, Captain? I'm sorry. This is Commander Charles Tucker llI. Subcommander T'Pol. Trip. I'm called Trip. I'll try to remember that. While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission, I expect you to follow our rules. What's said in this room and out on that Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command. My reason for being here is not espionage. My superior simply asked me to assist you. Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us. I didn't request this assignment, Captain, and you can be certain that when this mission's over, I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you'll be to have me go. If there's nothing else... That'll be all. When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight 90 years ago and drew the attention of our new friends, the Vulcans, we realized that we weren't alone in the galaxy. Today, we are about to cross a new threshold. For nearly a century, we've waded ankle deep in the ocean of space. Now it's finally time to swim. The warp 5 engine wouldn't be a reality without men like Dr. Cochrane and Henry Archer who worked so hard to develop it. So it's only fitting that Henry's son, Jonathan Archer, will command the first starship powered by that engine. Rather than quoting Dr. Cochrane, I think we should listen to his own words from the dedication ceremony for the Warp 5 Complex 32 years ago. On this site, a powerful engine will be built, an engine that will someday help us to travel a hundred times faster than we can today. Imagine it... thousands of inhabited planets at our fingertips, and we'll be able to explore those strange new worlds and seek out new life and new civilizations. This engine will let us go boldly where no man has gone before. Take her out, Mr. Mayweather. Straight and steady. How we doing, Trip? Ready when you are. Prepare for warp. Course laid in, sir. Request permission to get underway. The coordinates are off by .2 degrees. Thank you. Let's go. Where's Klaang? The humans have him. Did you lose anyone else? Two of my soldiers were killed. One of them was a friend. Can you prevent it? Our agreement doesn't provide for correcting mistakes. Recover the evidence. I will, I promise you. When will we speak again? Don't be concerned with when. Love what you've done with the place. Those are immunocytic gel worms. Try not to shake them. What'd you think of Earth? Intriguing. I especially liked the Chinese food. Have you ever tried it? I lived in San Francisco all my life. Ah. Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic, but what you lack biologically, you make up for with your charming optimism. Not to mention your egg drop soup. Be very careful with that. What's in there? An Altarian marsupial. Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere. Their droppings? If you're going to try to em ace new worlds, you must try to em ace new ideas. That's why the Vulcans initiated the Interspecies Medical Exchange. There's a lot to be learned. I'm sorry to take you away from your program, but our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon. Please, no apologies. What better time to study human beings than when they're under pressure? It's a rare opportunity, and your Klingon friend... I've never had the chance to examine a living one before. Ensign Mayweather tells me that we'll be to Kronos in about 80 hours. Any chance he'll be conscious by then? There's a chance he'll be conscious within the next ten minutes... just not a very good one. 80 hours, Doctor. If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own two feet, he doesn't stand much of a chance. I'll do the best I can. Optimism, Captain! You're upside down, Ensign. Yes, sir. Care to explain why? When I was a kid, we called it the sweet spot. Every ship's got one. Sweet spot? It's usually about halfway between the grav-generator and the bow plate. Grab ahold of the hatch. No, no, no, on either side. Now push off. Push off. Wow. Whoa! It takes practice. You ever slept in zero G? Slept? It's just like being back in the womb. The Captain tells me you've been to Trillius Prime. It took fourth, fifth and sixth grades to get there. I've also been to Draylax and both the Teneebian moons. I've only been on one inhabited planet besides Earth. Nothing there but dust-dwelling ticks. I've heard the women on Draylax have... Three. Yeah, it's true. You know that firsthand? Firsthand, secondhand, thirdhand. I guess growing up a boomer has its advantages. Got an empty seat here, Commander. Sorry, dinner with the boss tonight. Grand Canyon? No. Big Sur Aquarium. Sightseeing was not one of my assignments. Hmm... All work and no play... Everybody should get out for a little fun now and then. All our recreational needs are provided at the Compound. Come in. You should have started without me. Sit down. T'Pol tells me she's been living at the Vulcan Compound in Sausalito. No kidding. I lived a few blocks from there when I first joined Starfleet. Great parties at the Vulcan Compound. It might be a little easier using your fingers. Vulcans don't touch food with their hands. Can't wait to see you tackle the spareribs. Don't worry. We know you're a vegetarian. Looks delicious. Tell Chef I said thanks. Of course, sir. You humans claim to be enlightened, yet you still consume the flesh of animals. Grandma taught me never judge a species by their eating habits. Enlightened might be too strong a word, but, if you'd been on Earth 50 years ago, I think you'd be impressed by what we've gotten done. You have yet to em ace either patience or logic. You remain impulsive carnivores. Yeah. What about war, disease, hunger? Pretty much wiped them out in less than two generations. I wouldn't call that small potatoes. It remains to be seen whether humanity will revert to its baser instincts. Well, we used to have cannibals on Earth. Who knows how far we'll revert? Lucky this isn't a long mission. Human instinct is pretty strong. You can't expect us to change overnight. With proper discipline... anything's possible. Warp 4.3, sir. Not much of a change. I don't know... Does anybody else feel that? Feel what? Those vi ations like little tremors? You're imagining it. Bring us to 4.4, Ensign. There, what do you call that? The deflector's sequencing. It's perfectly normal. Perhaps you'd like to go to your quarters and lie down. Ponfo mirann. I was instructed to speak English on this voyage and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that. It's easy to get a little jumpy when you're traveling at 30 million kilometers a second. Should be old hat in a week's time. Archer. This is Dr. Phlox, Captain. Our patient is regaining consciousness. On my way. Hoshi. Pung ghap HoS! Pung ghap HoS! What's wrong? The translator... it's not locking on to his dialect. The syntax won't align. DujDaj Hegh! Uh... Tell him we're taking him home. Um... Ingan Hoch, juH! Tujpa'qul Dun? Oh, he wants to know who we are. Ou'ghewmey Enterprise. PugloD. Nentay lupHom! LupHom... ship... He's asking for his ship back. Say it was destroyed. Sonchly. Vengen Sto-Vo-Kor Dos! I-I'm not sure, but I think he said something about eating the afterlife? Try the translator again. I-I-I'm going to need to run what we've got through the phonetic processor. MajOa blmoHqu! He says... he says his wife has grown ugly? I am sorry, Captain. I'm doing the best I can. Excuse me. His prefrontal cortex is hyperstimulated. I doubt he has any idea what he's saying. Hljol OaOqu'nay! I think the Doctor's right, Captain, unless stinky boots has something to do with all this. T-that's the warp reactor again, right? OaOqu'nay! Bridge, report. We've dropped out of warp, sir. Main power... We're losing power on all decks. I think I just saw something off the starboard bow. What? I don't know. It might have just been the sensors going down. Qa'rot bah chu'lu'ta! Auxiliary power should have kicked in by now. Sonchly DaHjaj pung'gaP! You want to tell him to shut up? Shut up! DaHjaj pung'gaP... We may have to sedate him. I need to get to the Bridge. DaHjaj pung'gaP... Captain. There's someone here. Crewman! Suliban. You all right? Yeah. We've got state-of-the-art sensors. Why the hell didn't we detect them? Mr. Reed thought he detected something right before we lost power. The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance. Looks more like a glitch. Those weren't glitches in Sick Bay. I want a complete analysis of that disturbance. Where do we stand on weapons? I still have to tune the targeting scanners. What are you waiting for? Captain... The Klingon seemed to know who they were. See if you can translate what he said. Right away. Captain, there's no way you could have anticipated this. I'm sure Ambassador Soval will understand. You're the Science Officer. Why don't you help Trip with that analysis? The astrometric computer in San Francisco will be far more effective. We're not going to San Francisco, so make do with what we've got here. You've lost the Klingon. Your mission is over. I didn't lose the Klingon, he was taken, and I'm going to find out who took him. How do you plan to do that? Space is very big, Captain. A shadow on your sensors won't help you find them. This is a foolish mission. Come with me. I'm not interested in what you think about this mission, so take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions. Your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system. I've been listening to you Vulcans tell us what not to do my entire life. I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding. He deserved to see that launch. You may have life spans of 200 years... we don't. You are going to be contacting Starfleet to advise them of our situation. No, I'm not, and neither are you. Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful. What have you found, Doctor? Mr. Klaang was right about one thing. He is a Suliban, but, unless I'm mistaken, he is no ordinary one. Meaning? His DNA is Suliban, but his anatomy has been altered. Look at this lung. Five onchial lobes, you see. It should only have three. And look at the alveoli clusters. They've been modified to process different kinds of atmosphere. Are you saying he's some kind of a mutant? Well, I, uh... I suppose I am, but this was no accident. No, uh, freak of nature. This man was the recipient of some very sophisticated genetic engineering. Watch this. Subcutaneous pigment sacs. A biomimetic garment and the eyes are my favorite. Compound retinas. He most likely saw things even your sensors couldn't detect. It's not in their genome? No, certainly not. The Suliban are no more evolved than humans. It is very impressive work, though. I've never seen anything quite like it. How about this? It's just background noise. Your sensors aren't capable of isolating plasma decay. How can you be so damn sure what our sensors can do? Vulcan children play with toys that are more sophisticated. You know... some people say you Vulcans do nothing but patronize us, but if they were here now, if they could see how far you're bending over backwards to help me, they'd eat their words. Your Captain's mission was to return the Klingon to his people. He no longer has the Klingon. I realize he's only a simple Earthling, but did it ever occur to you that he might know what he's doing? It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been around too long... God knows you remind us of that every chance you get... But does that mean the man who's been put in charge of this mission doesn't deserve our support? Then again, loyalty's an emotion... isn't it? Any luck? Not really. My analysis of the spatial disturbance Mr. Reed saw indicates a stealth vessel with a tricyclic plasma drive. If we can figure out the decay rate of their plasma, we'll be able to find their warp trail. Unfortunately, your sensors were not designed to measure plasma decay. Are you sure it's safe to stand so close to that? What have you got? I've managed to translate most of what Klaang said, but none of it makes sense. Nothing about the Suliban? Nope. Does that name ring a bell to you? They're a somewhat primitive species from Sector 3641, but they've never posed a threat. Well, they have now. Did he say anything about Earth? The word's not even in their database. It's all there. There are only four words that I couldn't translate. Probably just proper nouns. Jelik, Sarin, Rigel, Tholia. Anything sound familiar? T'Pol? Rigel is a planetary system approximately 15 light-years from our present position. Why the hesitation? According to the navigational log salvaged from Klaang's ship, Rigel X was the last place he stopped before crashing on your planet. Why do I get the feeling you weren't going to share that little piece of information? I wasn't authorized to reveal the details of our findings. The next time I learn you're withholding something, you're going to spend the rest of this voyage confined to some very cramped quarters. Understood? Archer to Helm. Mayweather. Go into the Vulcan starcharts and find a system called Rigel. Then set a course for the tenth planet. Yes, sir. Are you certain he's telling the truth? Absolutely certain. The drugs are working. Keep him alive while I'm gone. As soon as we've tied down, we'll be descending into the trade complex. It has 36 levels. Your translators have been programmed for Rigelian. However, you'll encounter numerous other species. Many of them are known to be impatient with newcomers. None of them have seen a human before. You have a tendency to be gregarious. I suggest you try to restrain that tendency. You forgot to warn us about drinking the water. Dr. Phlox isn't concerned with the food and water, but he does caution against intimate contact. The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was there to get something, whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken. It was just a few days ago. A seven-foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed. What in the world...? It's nothing that concerns us. Would you like to meet them? I can arrange it. Is this where you saw Klaang? I'll show you where, but, first, you should enjoy yourselves. Which one would you prefer? We should get going. Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms? Sir... Oh, yes, absolutely. You're right. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Hey! Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang, but they told me about an enclave on Level 19 where Klingons have been known to go. Something about live food. Where on Level 19? The easternmost subsection, by the geothermal shafts. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. Archer out. What are you doing? Leave the kid alone! Don't get involved. You see what she's doing? He's going to suffocate. They're Lorillians. Before the age of four, they can only eathe methyloxide. The mother is simply weaning her son. Could have fooled me. Humans can't refrain from drawing conclusions. You should learn to objectify other cultures, so you know when to interfere and when not to. Isn't an enclave supposed to have people? Enclave can mean a lot of things. T'Pol said something about live food. I don't see any restaurants. Hello! Excuse me! Ha'quj jeg! They looked Klingon to me. Archer to T'Pol. T'Pol, come in. Maybe we should get back to where there are more people. There are plenty of people right here. Stay behind me. You're looking for Klaang. Why? Who the hell are you? My name is Sarin. Tell me about the people who took Klaang off your ship. I was hoping you could tell me. They looked a lot like your friends outside. Where were you taking him? Why don't you look like your friends? Would you prefer I did? What I'd prefer is you give me Klaang back. So you could take him where? Home. We were just taking him home. You better be careful. I'm a lot bigger than you are. If you're thinking of harming me, I'd advise against it. What are you doing? Why were you taking Klaang home? You know, under different circumstances, I might be flattered by this, but... That's never happened before. I've been given the ability to measure trust, but it requires close contact. You're Suliban. I was a member of the Cabal, but not any longer. The price of evolution was too high. Evolution? Some of my people are so anxious to improve themselves, that they've lost perspective. So you know I'm not lying to you. Now what? Klaang was carrying a message to his people. How do you know that? I gave it to him. What kind of message? The Suliban have been staging attacks within the Klingon Empire, making it appear that one faction is attacking another. Klaang was inging proof of this to his High Council. Without that proof, the Empire could be thrown into chaos. Why would the Suliban want that? The Cabal doesn't make decisions on its own. They're simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war. Temporal? You've lost me. They're taking orders from the distant future. What? We can help you find Klaang, but we don't have a starship. You'll have to take us with you. Where's your vessel? On the roof. Docking Port 3. This way. Trip. Find Klaang. Where's the pod? Over here. No, it's this way. Come on. Lieutenant Reed, this is Archer. Come in. We're on the roof. You need to get up here as quickly as... you can... We've been trying to reach you, Captain. We're back in the shuttle. Ask him where they are. The storm's getting worse. Captain, what's your location? The weather is definitely... Great! Like I said, it's back there. I've never seen lightning in a snowstorm before. The storm's kicking up too much interference. I can't isolate human bio-signs. They could be anywhere in the complex. Try Vulcan bio-signs. I found her. Get Hoshi to the ship. Now! Go! Enterprise needs its Captain. Give me the weapons. I said go. The starboard thruster's down. Ignore it. Take us up. We need instructions. Open a channel. Subcommander T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. We'll be docking in four minutes. Have Dr. Phlox meet us in Decon. Acknowledged. Is someone wounded? The Captain. I'm taking command of Enterprise. I can't do it. Yes, you can. Take her up... straight and steady. Damn. You can't be afraid of the wind. Learn to trust it. It shouldn't take more than a few moments. Is this really necessary? The others scanned negative. You two, unfortunately, were exposed to a protocystian spore. I've loaded the appropriate decon gel into compartment B. Tell Mr. Mayweather to prepare to leave orbit. How's the Captain? I'm treating his wound. Will he be all right? Eventually. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you just kind of an observer on this mission? I don't remember anyone telling me you were a member of Starfleet. My Vulcan rank supersedes yours. Apples and oranges. This is an Earth vessel. You're in no position to take command. As soon as we're through here, I'll contact Ambassador Soval. He'll speak to your superiors, and I'm certain they'll support my authority in this situation. You must really be proud of yourself. You can put an end to this mission while the Captain's still unconscious in Sick Bay. You won't even have to look him in the eye. Your precious cargo was stolen. Three Suliban, perhaps more, were killed, and Captain Archer has been seriously wounded. It seems to me this mission has put an end to itself. Turn around. Let's say you're right. Let's say we screwed up, just like you always knew we would. It's still a pretty good bet that whoever blew that hole in the Captain's leg is connected somehow to the people that took Klaang. I fail to see your point. Captain Archer deserves a chance to see this through. If you knew him, you'd realize that's what he's about. He needs to finish what he starts. His daddy was the same way. You obviously share your Captain's belief that my people were responsible for impeding Henry Archer's accomplishments. He only wanted to see his engine fly. They never even gave him the chance to fail. Here you are, 30 years later, proving just how consistent you Vulcans can be. Very nice, very nice. Your myofibers are fusing beautifully. How long have I...? Less than six hours. I thought it best to keep you sedated while the osmotic eel cauterized your wound. Thanks. How you doing, Captain? Well, that depends. What's been going on the last six hours? As your highest-ranking officer, I assumed command while you were incapacitated. Are we underway? You didn't waste much time, did you? Is he fit to resume command? As long as he returns for more eel therapy tomorrow. How long before we get back to Earth? Earth, sir? We're currently tracking the Suliban vessel that left Rigel shortly after you were injured. You got their plasma decay rate? With Mr. Tucker's assistance, I modified your sensors. We now have the resolution to detect their warp trail. What happened to This is a foolish mission? This is a foolish mission. The Suliban are clearly a hostile race with technology far superior to yours, but as acting Captain, I was obligated to anticipate your wishes. As acting Captain, you could have done whatever the hell you wanted to do. I should return to the Bridge. Dismissed. Modifying the sensors was her idea, sir. Enterprise Starlog, Captain Jonathan Archer, April 16, 2151. We've been tracking the Suliban ship for ten hours thanks to our Science Officer who came up with a way to tweak the sensors. Computer, pause. I save her life, now she's helping us with a mission. One good turn deserves another. Doesn't sound very Vulcan. Resume log. I have no reason to believe that Klaang is still alive, but if what the Suliban woman told me is true, it's crucial that we try to find him. Computer, pause. Have you ever known a Vulcan to return a favor? No, neither have I. Resume log. I still haven't decided whether to ask Subcommander T'Pol about this Temporal Cold War. My instincts tell me not to trust her. Computer, pause. Archer to T'Pol. Report. If you're feeling well enough to come to the Bridge, Captain, now would be a good time. It's a gas giant. From the looks of it, a Class-6 or 7. Class-7. The Suliban vessel dropped to impulse a few hours ago and altered course. Their new heading took them through its outer radiation belt. We've lost them. Yes. Move us in closer. Anything? The radiation's dissipated their warp trail. I'm only picking up fragments. You finished helping us? Lieutenant, run a spectral analysis of the fragments. There's too much distortion. The decay rates don't even match. Calculate the trajectory of each fragment. Sir? You heard her. Recali ate the sensor array, narrow band, short-to mid-range. Aye, sir. Measure the particle density of the thermosphere. Your instincts were right. Those fragments weren't from one Suliban ship. They were from 14 and all within the last six hours. I believe we have found what we're looking for. How are your targeting scanners? Aligned and ready, sir. Bring the weapons on line and polarize the hull plating. Lay in a 60-degree vector. We're going in. Did Sarin give them anything? I don't know. What do you know? They followed us here. Looking for Klaang or for you? I don't know, but I will destroy them before they locate the helix. We didn't plan to involve the humans or the Vulcans... not yet. Sarin's message cannot reach Kronos. If the humans have it, you must stop them. Sensor resolution's falling off at about 12 kilometers. Travis? I'm okay, Captain. Our situation should improve. We're about to eak through the cyclohexane layer. I wouldn't exactly call this an improvement. Liquid phosphorous. I wouldn't have expected that beneath a layer of cyclohexane. You might think about recommending seat belts when we get home. It's just a little bad weather. We've got sensors. Level off. Go to long-range scans. I'm detecting two vessels, bearing 119 mark 7. Put it up. Impulse and warp engines. What kind of weapons? We're too far away. Sir, I'm picking up something at 342 mark 12. It's a lot bigger. All sensors, get whatever you can. Go tighter. Bio-signs? Over 30,000, but I can't isolate a Klingon if there is one. That was a particle weapon, sir. Bridge, we're taking damage down here. What's going on? Just a little trouble with the bad guys. I suggest we return to the phosphorous layer. Take us up. Captain. What have you got? It appears to be an aggregate structure comprised of hundreds of vessels. They're held in place by an interlocking system of magnetic seals. There. Right there. These bio-readings are not Suliban. We can't be certain they're Klingon. Even if it is Klaang, we'd have a tough time getting him out of there. We could always try the transporting device. We've risked too much to ing him back inside-out. Would the grappler work in a liquid atmosphere? I believe so. Bring it on line. One more time, Mr. Mayweather. The ventral plating's down. Hold your position. Lead ship's closing. 7,000 meters. 6,000. We should ascend. Hold your position. 1,000 meters. Forward plating's off-line. Now, Mr. Reed. The ship's in the Launch Bay. Ask me another one. All right. What's this? The pitch control. No, that's the pitch control. This is the guidance system. Pitch control, guidance system. Got it. The docking interface... How do you deploy it? Release the inertial clamps here, here and here, then initialize the coaxial ports. Good. Where's the auxiliary throttle? Hmm. It's not this one. With all due respect to Commander Tucker, I'm pretty sure I can fly this thing, sir. I don't doubt that, but I need you here. There, that's it. Auxiliary throttle. Captain, that charge contained a proximity sweep. If we remain here, they're going to locate us. You're going to have to speed this up a little, Travis. How complicated can it be? Up, down, forward, reverse. I can figure it out. We'll be back before you know it. Have Mayweather plot a course for Kronos. There's a Vulcan ship less than two days away. It's illogical to attempt this alone. I was beginning to think you understood why we have to do this alone. You'll have other opportunities to demonstrate your independence. Never put off till tomorrow... You both could be killed. Am I sensing concern? Last time I checked, that was considered an emotion. If anything happens to either of you, the Vulcan High Command will hold me responsible. Come in. You finished? Sir. This should reverse the polarity of any maglock within a hundred meters. Once you've set the sequence, you'll have five seconds. One more thing. Ah, our new weapons. They're called phase-pistols. They have two settings... Stun and kill. It would be best not to confuse them. Time to go. The ship is yours. What's that? Travis said not to worry about that panel. That's reassuring. Hold on. That was a lot closer. If we change our position, they'll have to start from scratch. If we change our position, the Captain will have no way of finding us. I think we're there. Bring the docking interface on line. Coaxial ports. Open. Let's go. Where is it? It was right there. Bank starboard, 90 degrees. There you are. That's the upper-support radius. Drop down right below it. Start a counterclockwise sweep. A little more. A little more. Right there. Stun seems to work. Grab onto something! This is ridiculous! If we don't move the ship, Captain Archer won't have anything to look for when he gets back. We're going to need that ear of yours. Move us away five kilometers. In what direction? Any direction. This is going be easier than I thought. It's okay. We're getting you off this thing. I really don't want to have to carry you out of here. You okay? I think he gets the idea. Give him a hand. Ou'taw boh! Be quiet. MaH! Borat! Borat! Muh tok! Dajvo tagh! Borat! You tell him, big guy. Give me the box! Thanks. Get to the ship. I'll be right behind you. Captain? It worked, Trip. Where are you? I'm still in the central core. Get Klaang back to Enterprise. What about you, sir? Get him to the ship. You can come back for me. It's going to be hard to isolate your bio-signs so stay as far away from the Suliban as you can. Believe me, I'll try. RaOpo jadlCH! I don't particularly like the way you smell, either! MajOa! I don't get it. This is right where they're supposed to be. The charges are getting closer again. Another five kilometers, Ensign. At this rate, the Captain will never find us. Wait a minute. I think I've got something. Amplify it. It's Commander Tucker. All I hear is noise. It's just a narrow notch in the mid-range. He says he's about to ignite his thruster exhaust. 158 mark 13. Laid in. Ahead, 50 kph. Shaya tonat. You're welcome. Two kilometers, dead ahead. Initiate docking procedures. I'm only picking up two bio-signs. One Klingon, one human. Turn this ship around now. Our mission is to return the Klingon to his homeworld. Another rescue attempt could jeopardize that mission. The Captain specifically told us to come back for him. As Commanding Officer, it's my job to interpret the Captain's orders. I just told you his orders! What's there to interpret? Captain Archer may very well have told you to return for him later because he knew how stubborn you can be. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You might have risked Klaang's life in a foolish attempt to swing back and rescue the Captain. I can't believe this! The situation must be analyzed logically. I don't remember the Captain analyzing anything when he went back for you on that roof. That is a specious analogy. Is it? You're wasting your time. Klaang knows nothing. It would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room. What is this room? What goes on here? You're very curious, John. May I call you John? Am I supposed to be impressed you know my name? I've learned a great deal about you... Even more than you know. Well, I guess you have me at a disadvantage. So why don't you drop this invisible man routine and... let me see who I'm talking to? Hull plating's been repolarized. Stand by impulse engines. Mr. Tucker, status? The auto-sequencer's on line, but annular confinement's still off by two microns. That should suffice. Easy for you to say. If the Suliban have reestablished their defenses, we'll have no other option. You wouldn't have come looking for Klaang if Sarin had told you what she knew. That means you're no threat to me, John, but I do need you to leave this room. Now. This chameleon thing is pretty fancy. Was it payment for pitting the Klingons against each other or a trophy from your Temporal Cold War? I was going to let you go. Really? Then you obviously don't know as much about me as you thought you did. On the contrary. I could've told you what day you were going to die, but I suppose that's about to change. What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from getting knocked on your butt? What you call tricks, we call progress. Are you aware that your genome is almost identical to that of an ape? The Suliban don't share humanity's patience with natural selection. So to speed things up a little, you struck a deal with the devil? We have four more coming up on starboard. Can we dock, Ensign? These aren't ideal conditions. Mr. Tucker, we're going to Plan B. Now! Bridge, we've got him. Sorry, Captain, we had no other choice. Pung ghap HoS! Ram Meqmey! Vubpu' jon nuchpa! Malja'gor. Wo'migh gaCH Qo'noS! Something about disgracing the Empire. He says he's ready to die. Poq! ChugDah hegh... volcha vay. I'll take that as a thank you. I don't think they have a word for thank you. What did he say? You don't want to know. Come in. I've just gotten a response to the message I sent to Admiral Forrest. He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High Command about the Suliban we ran into. It isn't every day, he gets to be the one dispensing information. I wanted you both to hear Starfleet's orders before I inform the crew. Orders? Your people are sending a transport to pick you up. I was under the impression that Enterprise would be taking me back to Earth. It would be a little out of our way. Admiral Forrest sees no reason why we shouldn't keep going. Son of a bitch. I have a feeling Dr. Phlox won't mind staying around for a while. He's developing a fondness for the human endocrine system. I'll get double shifts on the repair work. I think that outer hull's going to need a little patching up. Let's hope that's the last time somebody takes a shot at us. Let's hope. T'Pol... would you stick around for a minute? Ever since I can remember, I've seen Vulcans as an obstacle... always keeping us from standing on our own two feet. I understand. No, I don't think you do. If I'm going to pull this off, there are a few things I need to leave behind. Things like preconceptions, holding grudges... This mission would've failed without your help. I won't dispute that. I was thinking... a Vulcan Science Officer could come in handy, but if I asked you to stay, it might look like I wasn't ready to do this on my own. Perhaps you should add pride to your list. Perhaps I should. It might be best if I were to contact my superiors and make the request myself... with your permission. Permission granted. I hope nobody is in a big hurry to get home. Starfleet seems to think that we're ready to begin our mission. I understand there's an inhabited planet a few light-years from here. We've detected it, sir. Sensors show a nitrogen-sulfide atmosphere. Probably not humanoids. That's what we're here to find out. Prepare to eak orbit and lay in a course. I'm reading an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it? We can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp 4.
I didn't realize you spoke Slug. I wish I did. She doesn't look any better, does she? She? We haven't been able to determine its gender, if it has one. I should have left her where I found her. Nonsense. You're on a mission of exploration. There's something to be learned from every life-form. She wasn't meant to be in this environment. I promise to do my best to keep it alive. He's going to make you all better. Actually, I was thinking more about my Pyrithian bat. He won't eat anything once it's dead. We've routed some more power to Sick Bay. Let me know if it's enough. This should do fine. How's Sluggo? Dr. Phlox thinks this argon lamp should help. She's barely moved all day. We've been out here for two weeks and the only first contact we've made is with a dying worm. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Come in. The scans of the sectors ahead... Shh. Hear that? Hear what? A squeak. Something squeaking. I think it's coming from under the deck plating, but every time I get close to it, it stops. If I can't isolate it, I'm going to have to tear the whole flooring up. That would be unfortunate. The scans of the sectors ahead indicate little chance of finding inhabited planets. Well, how about the Vulcan starcharts? We have limited data on the course that Starfleet assigned you. There are thousands of star systems along this path. There must have been something that piqued your people's interest... A sentient species, a trinary star cluster. We don't select our destinations by what piques our interest. Vulcans always need a logical and pragmatic reason. My people don't share your enthusiasm for exploration. Space is vast, Captain. I'm sure you're aware that only one out of every 43,000 planets supports intelligent life. I took exobiology... I know the statistics. But we're traveling at warp 5. There's got to be someone out here. Come in. I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your exploring. Trip tells me that Sluggo's not faring too well. No, sir, but the Doctor's doing the best he can. Sir, my quarters are on E Deck, Starboard Section 5. Yes. The stars are going the wrong way, sir. Wrong way? On both my training tours, I had port-side quarters. I'm having trouble sleeping. Because you're on the wrong side... Wrong side of the ship, yes, sir. I spoke with Ensign Porter. He said he'd be willing to switch with your permission. You got it. Can't have my com officer... falling asleep on the Bridge. Appreciate it, Captain. Is there something else, Hoshi? No, sir. Thank you. Ready? Fore and aft target scanners are aligned. Activating simulation J-6. Target acquired. Simulated launch. Five seconds to impact, three, two, one... Wonderful. We're only off by three meters. Only three meters? Three meters could mean the difference between hitting a weapons port and a warp core. Instead of disabling a vessel, we'd end up destroying it, and probably ourselves in the process. We'll get it right. All this should have been dealt with before we left Earth. Have they detected any inhabited planets or vessels? Not yet. Good. I hope you don't expect everyone we run into out here to be hostile. In 23 years, I don't think my folks ran into problems more than a half dozen times. I don't believe you were ever out quite this far. You think that makes a difference? What I do know is that until we get these targeting scanners working properly, the farther we are from everyone else the better. Seems like everybody else on board is itching for a first contact. How's it going? Not well, sir. We've corrected the problem, but we're still off by .02 percent. It's unacceptable. Are you sure it's not the simulations that are off? There's only one way to find out. How long would it take to arm a few torpedoes? Moments, sir. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, sir. Prepare to drop out of warp. It's time for a little target practice. Acknowledged. Thank you, Captain. Come on, Travis. We've got to find Mr. Reed something to blow up. Load another one. Let's try again. Rotate the targeting axis by .5 microns. .5 microns. Mr. Reed. If I refocus the infrared scanner, I might be able to compensate. How long will that take? The better part of a day. Resume course, Ensign. Sir... We're not going to sit on our butt for 24 hours. Make your modifications. We'll run another test first chance we get. Anyone sitting here? No. Please sit down. Sit down. Sluggo any better? I'm afraid not. Try the potatoes. They're delicious. Resequenced protein. Yes. The flavor's remarkable. On my homeworld, people would never think of speaking during a meal. Consider it a waste of time. It's taken me a while, but I've grown quite attached to it. Wasting time seems to be all we've been doing. Starting to get a little antsy. Antsy? Restless. Hmm. We've been on the move for two weeks and haven't seen a damn thing. Every moment's been an adventure for me. Humans are so unpredictable. Have you seen the quantities of food Crewman Namod consumes? Not really. Have you smelled Ensign Socorro after she exercises? Uh... She gives off a fragrance not unlike the adrenal gland of a Nausicaan. Crewmen Bennett and Hayden over there... Do you see them? If I'm not mistaken, they are preparing to mate. Do you think they might let me watch? It's good to see you're enjoying yourself. Mmm. Mmm! Bridge to Captain Archer. How big is it? Approximately 92 meters in length. Doesn't seem to be moving very fast. It's not moving at all. That's odd. Where's the nearest star system? Almost three light-years away. They could be running some kind of a deep space experiment. Maybe we should go have a look. If you insist on allowing your curiosity to dictate your actions. We insist. 5,000 kilometers. The vessel's hull is comprised of tritanium and disilicon polymers. I'm not getting anything on their propulsion system. But it may be off-line. It's something, isn't it? If they have weapons, they're not charged. Any com activity? No, sir. Run this through the translation matrix. My name is Jonathan Archer. I'm Captain of the Starship Enterprise. We're on a mission of peaceful exploration. Oh, we come from the planet Earth. We are sending you a pulsar grid that should help you locate our star system. Did you rotate the frequencies? I'll try it again. No response, sir. Captain, mind if I push in on the venting ports around that hatch? Go ahead. Are those the venting ports or hull eaches? Bring us in a little closer, Travis. Let's get a look at the other side. Those look like scorch marks. The residue indicates oxidization and thermal shock effects. It could be the result of a high-yield particle impact. You mean weapons. Possibly. Are we close enough to scan for bio-signs? Yes. But scanning their ship's interior might be seen as a violation of privacy. Anything? If there is anyone home, you can bet they know we're out here. Then why haven't they responded? Not everyone chooses to answer the door when they hear a knock. It would be best to resume our previous course. See if you can find another hatch. Diameter? .9 meters. Scan for bio-signs. There are a number of life-forms aboard. Humanoid? Their cellular activity is below the threshold of your sensors. Maybe they're in trouble; sick or something. Maybe they're not interested in visitors. Mr. Reed, how long to prep a shuttle? Half an hour. There are a number of protocols we haven't tried. Get started. She may have a point, Captain. I could try hailing them on the theta-band frequencies. Suit up, Ensign. Me, sir? Ship is yours. Is there a problem, Commander? I want to go with you. I'm inging a translator and a security officer. Why would I need an engineer? What makes you think you can open the hatch or turn the lights on, for that matter? We've got beacons, Trip. Well, that ship could have a lot of decks. You might need somebody to help you figure out the turbolifts. Okay, I've got a better reason why you need an engineer. 'Cause your Engineer signed onto this mission of exploration so he could do a little exploring. He didn't sign on so he could sit in Engineering while you three get to eak into that ship. We're not eaking in. We're just going to see if everything's okay. You're chomping at the bit to find out what's in there. Why should I be any different? We just got out here, Trip. There's going to be plenty of time to go exploring. Right now, I need you on Enterprise down with your engine. The ship's a little young to be without her Chief Engineer. When I used to dream about this mission, the last thing I envisioned was having a Vulcan on board who continuously sucked the air out of the room. Well... maybe she's right. Whoever's on that ship might not want us nosing around. But I can't assume that's the case, can I? Maybe they can use our help. Computer, pause. You know... hey. You know that you and cheddar don't get along. Ah... Resume personal log. Before we left, Admiral Forrest said we'd be making history with every light-year, but we're not going to do that sitting on our hands. Computer, pause. Come in. Ensign. Sorry to bother you, sir. It's not a problem. Cheese? No, thank you. Everything work out all right? Sir? With the swapping quarters? Yes, it's fine. Thank you. I was thinking, Captain, I might be a lot more helpful to you if I stay here and keep an open comlink. That way, I'll have immediate access to the linguistic database. Can't you tie your universal translator into the database through the com? It's not the same. The lag time is tripled. Well, I'd rather wait a few seconds if it means having you on-site. For all we know, the UT won't work. You'll be our only backup. Anyway, it should be exciting. Half the crew would give their eyeteeth to be going over there. What's wrong? The environmental suits... they make me a little... claustrophobic. Claustrophobic. And you took a job on a spaceship? You talked me into it, remember? I don't recall reading about any problems during your zero-G training. Oh, I just... I bit my lip and got through it. Well, you're going to have to bite your lip again. I need you over there. Yes, sir. What is it, Hoshi? Is something else wrong? No, I'd better get back to the Launch Bay. Hang on, I'll come with you. That's the last time, Porthos. Going to war, Lieutenant? Can't be too careful, sir. You've seen too many science fiction movies. We just need the three phase pistols. Put the rifles back. What are you rated for? Been cleared on EM side arms and class-3 pulse rifles. I've never seen one of those. Malcolm will check you out on it first chance he gets. Don't worry. It handles pretty much like an EM-33. Is this necessary? Just a precaution. Just our luck. No release. Shouldn't be a problem, though. I can place microcharges here and here. Hold on a second, Malcolm. Sorry. Enterprise, we've got access. We're boarding the vessel. Well, at least we know they're bipeds. What gives you that idea? The ladder. Come on. Nitrogen-methane atmosphere and it's cold. Minus 20 degrees. There's power going through here, but not much of it. Captain. Molecules look like amino acids. Blood? Some sort of hydraulics. Whatever it is, it hasn't been here very long. Hoshi, where are you going? I don't think you need a translator! Stay here. Their bodies are being flushed out with some kind of fluid. Are they all...? All dead, sir. I'm afraid so. They're clean. How many? I don't know. About a dozen. Fifteen. They're being drained of something. Whoever did it went to a lot of trouble. My guess is they're coming back. We should leave. There are 15 dead people over there. We can't leave. Your reason for boarding that vessel was to provide assistance if assistance was required. Clearly, it no longer is. You're telling me that we should just leave them there? What's the alternative? Your intentions were admirable, Captain, but nothing can be done for that crew now and, if we remain here, your crew could be put in jeopardy. Archer to the Bridge. Mayweather here, sir. Go to warp 3. Resume course. Aye, sir. Not long after I became a physician, there was an explosion on a cargo ship orbiting my homeworld. I was part of the first medical team to arrive. There were 17 bodies on the Bridge alone. I'd never seen that many dead people in one place before. Very disturbing. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I screamed like a 12 year old. We're all frightened by unfamiliar things. You should be grateful that your body of experience doesn't include rooms full of corpses. Nobody else screamed. Has she been eating? Not so far. She has been under a great deal of stress, but I'm hoping this protein concentrate whets her appetite. I'm a translator. I didn't come out here to see corpses hanging on hooks. It goes without saying that you're going to encounter the unexpected. Not corpses on hooks. Have you ever considered that you might be happier back at the university teaching? I did it for years. It was quite rewarding. I'm an exolinguist. I graduated second in my class. I spent three years in Starfleet training. I was Jonathan Archer's first choice for this mission. Every inhabited world we come to is going to be filled with language. Some will have hundreds of them. He needs me here. If she doesn't take these nutrients, I'm afraid she won't survive. Are you sure that's what she eats? It's close enough. I shouldn't have ought her on board. Maybe I could ask the Captain to try to find a planet with an argon-rich atmosphere. Might be easier just to feed her to my bat. She needs to get back to an environment that is more suited to her. Hmm. Perhaps someplace where she could teach. What kind of pasta is this? It's great. Chef told me. I don't remember. Too spicy for you? It's fine. Malcolm's anxious to run another weapons test, especially after what happened. Tea? No, thank you. Captain? Sure, thanks. I heard they were humanoid. Is that right? Humanoid. Did they look anything like us? They were in uniform. But you didn't recognize the species? They were crewmen, murdered on their own ship. 15 dead crewmen. I detected a stellar nursery along our present course. I saw one once through the big lens outside Anchorage. A closer view might alleviate some of the crew's tension. What's the matter? The tension bothering you? Not in the least. Must be great not to let things bother you. No remorse, no guilt. What if they were Vulcans? Think you would've reacted the same way? They weren't Vulcans. I said what if they were Vulcans? Would you have just left them there hanging like slaughtered animals? Don't you think maybe you would've taken them down? Tried to figure out who they were? Made some effort to contact their families? We don't know where they came from. It would be very difficult to locate their families. We didn't even try. What about you? What if they were humans? Would you just stick your tail between your legs and run? Leave them there to rot? Am I the only one who's having a problem with this? You said it yourself, sir. Whoever killed those people are probably coming back. So we should avoid confrontation at any cost. Is that what you're saying? Is that what you Vulcans do? Bury your heads in the sand and then just fly on by? We Vulcans would have never gone on board that ship in the first place. Oh... You've got an answer for everything, don't you? We have a code of behavior, and we try to obey it. You may not believe this, but humans have a code of behavior, too. It took a few thousand years, but I think we're starting to get it right. I can't believe I almost ignored it. We've reversed course, sir. We should be back at the coordinates in five hours. You don't have a problem with the environmental suit? Not at all. Good. I'm going to need you to examine the bodies. Try to identify their species and, while you're at it, it wouldn't hurt if you could figure out what's being done to them. I'll see what I can do, Captain. You wanted to see what's going on over there. Now's your chance. I can't think of a better way to find their people than through their own com system. You're going to need to get it up and running. Aye, aye, sir. Hoshi'll decipher their language and compose a message. Hopefully it will make sense. Captain... I'm sorry, Ensign. I'll ing a security detail. There's no one over there who can hurt us. Stay here and work on those targeting scanners. Prepare to suit up at... 1400 hours. Dismissed. How were they killed? Different ways. This one was given a lethal dose of chloraxine. The first three back there were shot. Particle weapons, I believe. This fellow hasn't suffered as much cellular decay. He's our best candidate for a postmortem. Care to assist? Yeah. Maybe it's a log. What do you think? Beats me. Could be a laundry list or instructions on how to conquer the universe. The grammar sounds bimodal. Their transceiver's intact. Let's hope the next time we make first contact, it isn't with a room full of corpses. Let's hope. Ship. Ship. Just what I thought. What? A zymuth gland. It releases triglobulin into the blood. That's what all these tubes and pumps are about. Whoever did this is trying to collect triglobulin. What for? Oh, any number of reasons. To create medicines, vaccines. Some species have even been known to use it as an aphrodisiac. Aphrodisiac? It's quite a common practice. I'm surprised you're not familiar with it. Humans used to collect the bile of black bears and grind down rhino horns, things like that but not people. It's worth noting that triglobulin is very similar to human lymphatic fluid. How long before the transceiver's on line? A minute or two. I can't get enough of this. An alien spaceship... sending off a message to who knows where. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get back to the ship. It's your second away mission in two days. Yeah, great. I wish I had an ear for languages. The Captain's going to need a translator with him a lot more often than an engineer. Distress. Two other teachers and I once took a hydro-skimmer out onto this small tributary in the Amazon. You know, to see the wildlife... Sloths, pink dolphins, all kinds of snakes. Wow. It gave me the creeps. If I didn't like being around anacondas, you can imagine how I feel about Suliban or whoever butchered the crew of this ship. I'm going to ask the Captain to take me home. You serious? I should have never left the university. I'm not suited for this. Give it a try; you'll be fine. You weren't here yesterday. I saw those bodies and fell apart. The Captain needs a translator he can count on, someone who shows a little grace under pressure. That isn't me. You can't be sure of that. Oh, yes, I can. Distress. Kunatsila. Distress. Kunatsila. I think I've got it. Ship in distress. Dukta-mutoor kunatsila. Dukta-mutoor kunatsila. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. There's a vessel approaching, Captain. Its power signatures match the scans you took of those bio-pumps. It appears that whoever killed that crew has returned. Time to go, Doc. Trip, Hoshi, docking hatch now. 60,000 kilometers. Bridge to Armory. Armory. We have a potentially hostile vessel approaching. Are you prepared to defend the ship? That depends. How long till it gets here? Ten minutes, maybe less. Then the answer is most likely no. The scanners are still out of alignment. Look, if you wanted me to hit a stationary dairy barn, then I could accommodate you but not a moving vessel. Do the best you can, but I need you on the Bridge in five minutes. Archer to T'Pol. Deploy the docking arm. Arm extended. How close are they? 8,000 kilometers. What kind of weapons? Our sensors can't penetrate their shielding. Have you tried hailing them? Yes. There's been no response. Try again. The pod's on the arm. T'Pol to Archer. They're still not responding. They're charging weapons. They're targeting our engines. We're almost in. Stand by to jump to warp. Doors. Archer to the Bridge. It doesn't feel like we've gone to warp. Our port nacelle has been damaged. Have Malcolm arm the torpedoes. Report. We're dead in the water, sir. They seem to have stopped firing. They're closing on our position. Malcolm? Both forward tubes loaded and ready, sir. Stand by starboard tube. Yes, sir. Fire. Stand by port tube. Ready. Fire. Trip. Warp status. The nacelle's been completely depolarized. I'm afraid we're stuck here for a while. What was that? A submolecular bio-scan. You've been probed, Ensign. We've all been probed. They have no doubt discovered that your lymphatic systems contain some useful compounds. Get to the armory. Start distributing hand weapons. Post security teams at... Sir, another vessel just dropped out of warp. They're on an intercept course. Let's see it. They're hailing us. Put it up. Atad dvii oora. Captain. He's from the same species as the murdered crew. They must've picked up your distress call. Aureetuan! Tell him the ship above us killed the crew of the cargo vessel. They're about to do the same to us. I told him what you said, sir, but I doubt it made any sense. What do you mean? This isn't exactly Spanish we're dealing with here. I'd be lucky if I'm getting half the vocabulary right. They've locked on to us with some kind of stabilizing beam. Use the impulse engines. Get us the hell out of here. I can't, sir. Their beam's disrupting all our propulsion systems. Tomii alo owaba! Minas! Ooran tuo calla! It seems he got the part about killing the cargo ship crew, but he believes we did it, sir. At least I think he does. Tell him we sent the distress call. Why would we kill his people and then do that? Loor rah tee. Ahtara noss rohnay. I think I understood this one. He says the distress call came from his ship, not ours. We needed their frequencies. Going there was the only way to find them. Mii toras amayar tee! Something about DNA scans. He wants to know why we were there two years ago. Two years ago? He probably means two days, sir. The phonetic processor is still having trouble locking on. Atah hoss moor at! I'm not certain, but I don't think he's going to help us. They're 50 meters above us. Forty-nine... The pumps. Tell them to run scans on the bio-pumps that are hooked up to the corpses. They'll see they're not our technology. Have them compare the power signatures to the ship that's about to land on our roof. Where are they, Malcolm? They've stopped at about ten meters. I'm having trouble with the word pumps, sir. I've got the processor searching for synonyms. Loorah! Atah hoss! The translator's not making a whole lot of sense to him, sir. He's getting frustrated. I think he's running out of patience, Captain. Then forget the translator. Do it yourself. Do what myself? Talk to him. That's impossible, sir. I... I-I haven't even learned their basic conjugations. Talk to him, Hoshi. It doesn't have to be perfect. You don't understand... I don't even know how to say pump. I'll get it all wrong. It'll... it'll just make things worse. Things can't get much worse. Sir. Captain, they've started drilling into the hull. Hoshi, Hoshi... I need you to do this. We all do. That's why you're here. Ataa... dvii... oora. Ataa iis? Minas alo... Again. Ataa loora iis da. Oorehm miista voor. Eetova vohmala? Iis da. Tuo-tuo ama tooras da. Veetal, veetal noss ohmeen. Oorah, ootah, ootah doee oora. Sciitaara. What'd he say? Latoora de. Emos owaba. Twoo meeka. Aiista. De! Ensign. They're targeting the vessel above us. We've got impulse back. Move us away. Captain, I may be wrong, but I think I've got the scanners aligned. Permission to launch a torpedo. Granted. Nice of them to wait till we got clear. All stop. I think we may have just made a friend. Thanks to you. Captain's Starlog, May 6, 2151. After helping them recover their dead crewmen, we had a chance to spend some time with the Axanar. Turns out, they're androgynous and live over 400 years. I look forward to meeting them again under better circumstances. Before we resume our course, I've agreed to make a ief detour. This isn't exactly like the place you came from, but it's close enough. It's not that hard to adapt. You're going to do just fine here.
How can you eat that stuff? It's healthier than that. At least this tastes like something. I guess it just takes a more discriminating palate to appreciate Vulcan cuisine. Did you know there were over 5,000 subspecies of termite on Loracus Prime? Hmm. I thought we were headed for a nebula. Anybody hear about this? Not a word. I wonder if somebody lives there. There's a lot of plant life. It might be an oxygen atmosphere. Yeah. What do you think? First contact? I don't see any cities or agriculture. Maybe they live underground or in the water. Is that snow on these mountains? You'd think the Captain would make an announcement or something. Well, call him. T'Pol? 17 percent oxygen, 81 percent nitrogen. Sounds like home. Any people? The planet supports a diverse ecology, but there are no signs of humanoid life. Still, someone may have a claim on it. We don't want to go waltzing into their backyard. Scan for marker buoys, beacons, manmade satellites. None in range, sir. Looks like no one's planted a flag just yet. Prep a shuttlepod, Mr. Tucker. I like the looks of the northern continent. See if you can find a good place to set down. Yes, sir. Captain... there are a number of protocols you may want to consider. Protocols... Vulcan ships would begin by sending automated probes down to collect more detailed scans. If the planet proved to be Minshara-Class, we would then conduct a geophysical survey from orbit. Minshara-Class? Suitable for humanoid life. How long would all that take? Six or seven days. You expect us to sit up here for a week while probes have all the fun? This planet has been here a long time. It will still be here in seven days. I understand that you have a more cautious approach, but we didn't come out here to tiptoe around. Get the pod ready. I'd like you to put together the survey team. I assume that's not a violation of protocol. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Thanks. I tried some plomeek oth this morning. It was very good. Vulcan food is... interesting. Did you sterilize the sample containers? Yes. Thanks for choosing me for this mission. You were selected because your specialty is entomology. This planet has a diverse insect population. Right. You'd have better luck making friends with a housefly. Wow... Worth every light-year. Set us down just east of those hills. Aye, sir. Where no dog has gone before. Oh, I almost forgot what fresh air smells like. The atmosphere contains trace elements of nitrogen dioxide, chloromethane... Put that thing away. Take a minute to enjoy yourself. The sky ever get this blue on Vulcan? Occasionally. We're walking on an alien world, light-years from Earth or Vulcan. Doesn't that impress you? I've been to 36 Minshara-Class planets. This experience is only marginally different. Perfect. Hold it right there... Smile. Be sure to get a copy of that to the Vulcan High Command. You have your assignments. We'll rendezvous here at 1900 hours unless the Captain wants us to pose for more pictures. I'm afraid my Log entry isn't going to do this justice. A cabin in these woods would be nice. Three weeks in deep space, you're ready to jump ship? Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. You guys'd be lost without me. It's beautiful, all right, but I couldn't call a place home unless it came with a pair of warp nacelles. Boomers... Archer. Is there a problem, Captain? No, no problem. Why? We were scheduled to rendezvous 15 minutes ago. Sorry. We lost track of time. We'll be right there. We've identified several nocturnal marsupials. I'd like to keep Crewmen Cutler and Novakovich with me overnight to study them. I'm glad to see you're getting in the spirit of things. Pick you up in the morning. Captain, if it's all right with you, Travis and I would like to stay as well. We would? When was the last time you slept under the stars? There's plenty of camping gear in the pod. This isn't shore leave. This is a research mission. Why can't it be a little bit of both? Research isn't the only reason we're out here. Pitch your tent, Commander. Thanks, Captain. Don't worry... We'll keep out of your hair. Keep in mind, those cargo vessels weren't equipped for rescue operations. So the Captain wasn't sure what to do when he picked up the distress call. But it wasn't a ship that sent the signal. It was a life pod from one of the old Y-500-class freighters. Those were retired decades ago. Exactly. The pod had been drifting in space for 63 years. Bio-scans showed one life sign inside the pod. Human. The assistant engineer, George Webb, a friend of my uncle's, was assigned to open it. It took him over an hour to cut through the hull. He said the metal felt strange. Cold to the touch. Of course it was cold. It was floating in space for 60 years. He could hear a tapping noise coming from inside, but when he finally got it open, the pod was empty. No body, nothing. A few days later, Webb started acting strange. Getting into fights with the crew, muttering to himself in some sort of alien language. Then one day, he locked himself in Engineering and overloaded the impulse reactors. He almost destroyed the ship. Then he sealed himself in a life pod and ejected it. Well, I assume the Captain went after him. The reactors were too badly damaged. Some people say it was an alien life-form that got into him. Others think it was the ghost of a dead crewman. I never knew what to believe. But Webb is still out there, drifting. When the subspace noise is real low, some com officers say they can still hear the echo of his distress call. Beep... Beep... Ooh... It's highly doubtful that a distress beacon could function continuously for 63 years. Let me guess. No ghost stories on Vulcan. That's it. To the left of that trinary cluster. What? Our sun. Are you sure? Yeah, I'm positive. Just another speck of light... no different than any other. When I was a kid, I'd go camping with my buddies. We'd spend half the night looking up at the stars, wondering what our own sun would look like from this far away. Now you know. Are you okay? Headache. If it's all right with you, I'd like to lie down for a while before we get back to work? Certainly. Has anyone heard the one about the haunted comet? Wait a minute... You notice something? The fireflies are gone. Nice going, Travis. You scared off the bugs. Maybe it's the ghost of George Webb. Looks like we might have ourselves a little weather! A front is approaching from the southwest! It must be gusting at 80 kph. That's nothing compared to a hurricane coming up through the Florida Keys. Try flying through an ion storm at warp 2. Did you hear that? What? Someone's out there. It's the wind. Son of a bitch! What is it? There's something in my bag! Give me your boot! What for? So I can squash it! Are we allowed to squash alien life-forms? If they're inside your sleeping bag! But it's not inside the sleeping bag anymore! There it is! Wait a minute. Where'd you put the phase-pistols? You want to shoot a bug? I'm just going to stun it. T'Pol to Tucker. Go ahead. Is there a problem, Commander? Oh, no, just an eight- inch scorpion thing inside our tent. Do you require assistance? I think I've got it under control. No, not there, it's over there! T'Pol, you said you found a cave this afternoon? Less than half a kilometer from here. I think we're going to need it! Come in. Nice catch. You'd make a good two-meter man. Too bad we don't have a pool on board. A shame. A windstorm's moving across the northern continent. Looks like a nasty one. Survey team? They've taken shelter, but I'd recommend pulling them out. I've got a shuttlepod on standby. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain. What's your status? We've relocated into a cavern. Mr. Reed thinks we should come down and get you. A landing under these conditions might be difficult. We'll be protected until the winds diminish. We'll keep an eye on the storm. Let us know if you need anything. Understood. Keep the pod on standby, just in case. Aye, sir. Who's got the food packs? Nope. Travis? Not me, sir. We must've left them at the campsite. I'll go. Be careful. Trip?! Hello?! Was anybody outside just now? Just you. Why? There's someone else out there. What? Near the campsite. I think we've had enough ghost stories for one night. It's no story. We scanned the planet. It's uninhabited. I'm telling you... I saw three people. Three? What did they look like? It was too dark. Subcommander? Other than ourselves, there are no humanoid life-forms here. There could be something wrong with your scanner. It's functioning perfectly. Perhaps you imagined seeing them. They looked pretty real to me. Ethan? There's someone back there. I heard voices. Are you going to tell me I'm imagining things, too? It's not safe here. We don't know that. They could be friendly. Then why are they hiding? Why don't they come out and say hello? We should leave! Where do you propose we go? Back out into the storm? It's better than being trapped in here. Slow down, Crewman. That's an order. Ethan! Stay here. Travis. I'll be back shortly. Where are you going? If there's someone back there... I intend to find them. Ethan! Travis! I saw one! It came right out of that rock like it was a part of it. That could explain why they're not showing up on our scanners. It's too dangerous. We should go back. Who were they? Excuse me? Who were you talking to? Talking to? There's no one here. We've lost Novakovich and we're apparently not alone. There's some kind of life-form down here. Can you make it back to the cavern? We're heading there now, sir. The Captain's on his way. We're getting out of here. Not a moment too soon. From what I saw, these things live inside the rock. I performed a geological analysis. The rocks are composed of limestone and cormalite. Nothing more. She's lying, Commander. I saw her talking to them. Crewman? In there. There were two of them. She's mistaken. No, I'm not. Why won't you tell us what's going on? What do they want? I've got a fix. 20 kilometers northeast. Archer to Novakovich. Ethan. Respond. Who's there?! Who is that?! This is Captain Archer. We're attempting to land. I want you to get back to the cavern. Go to hell! I have no reason to deceive you. Neither does she. You keep claiming these creatures don't exist, but the rest of us have all seen them. That's a little strange, don't you think? I can't explain what you've seen, but I assure you, I didn't speak to anyone. I'd like to believe you, but you Vulcans don't exactly have a spotless track record when it comes to being honest with us. Your point? You've held things back before. You might be doing it again. Tucker here. We're closing in on your position, Trip. There's a clearing a hundred meters from the cave entrance. Get to it. I'm reading them. Two kilometers due west. I'm taking us down. There's a lot of wind shear near the surface. Activate the auxiliary landing thrusters. Altitude... 70 meters. 40 meters. I'll have to try a different vector. Starboard! I see it. Thruster four's down. We're leaking plasma coolant. Almost there. Sir, we can't safely land in this wind with a thruster out. Archer to Tucker. Captain, aren't you forgetting something? We're going to have to wait till the wind dies down. Try to manage till then. We'll do our best, sir. If you run across any more of these aliens, try to make contact. See what you can find out about them. Understood! You okay? Never better. You heard the Captain. He wants to know about your friends. What are you going to tell him? What are you going to tell him? This is pointless. Is it? We're stuck down here for God knows how long with a bunch of rock people who, for all we know, are staring at us from these walls right now. Not to mention a crewman out there who probably won't last the night. Now if we're going to get through this, I need to know what the hell's going on. You beginning to see my point? I share your concern for Crewman Novakovich, but as I told you... You couldn't care less about him or any of the rest of us! That'd require some of those useless human emotions. Your emotions are beginning to affect your judgment. You're becoming irrational. You've never seen me irrational. Sir, I hate to add to our problems, but we're running low on water. Great. We'll have to conserve what's left. That won't be necessary. I detected water about 60 meters in that direction. How do we know you're not going in there to talk to your friends? Join me if you'd like. It could be a trap, Commander. I can survive without water for several days. Can you? Sit down. You heard me. How's he doing? Not good. His bio-signs are very erratic. Try him again. Enterprise to Novakovich. Can you hear me? Ethan? Mr. Reed, can you get a lock on him? Yes, sir. Looks like our only choice. Understood. Stand by. There's a problem, sir. There are contaminants in the matter stream. The phase discriminator can't seem to isolate the de is. Reed to Sick Bay. Medical emergency! What are you doing? Working. On what? Scans I took this afternoon. Find anything you want to tell me about? There's nothing of scientific interest on this planet. Our mission here was a waste of time. That's what you'd like us to think. Let me see that thing. The readings are in Vulcan. You won't understand. No, but Hoshi would. This could be evidence. Of what? Your little conspiracy. I was wrong. There is something of interest here. I've learned a great deal about human behavior. Oh? Under stress you become volatile. You're a far more dangerous species than I previously believed. Your people have been telling us that kind of crap for 100 years! Looks like you finally found a way to put us back in our cage. Sir? Imagine the news back home, Travis! Enterprise crew found dead. Six weeks into their historic voyage, the bodies of all 82 crew members were located on an uninhabited world. A Vulcan ship made the unfortunate discovery. Cause of death remains a mystery. But what Vulcans won't say is they know exactly who attacked us! In fact, they arranged the whole thing! They lured us down here so they could sabotage our mission! You were the one who found these caves and it was your idea to stay overnight. I didn't ask you or Mr. Tucker to join us. We know you're here! Why don't you show yourselves? You're not afraid of us, are you? There's no one there, Commander. Maybe you're waiting for the others to come down, so you can kill us all at once! Did you see that?! All I see is a delusional Engineer! Sounds like you're getting a little volatile yourself, Subcommander. I thought you had your emotions all locked up? Having a little problem, are you? Commander, there! You think we're going to wait around here for you to slaughter us? I'll blow this whole cave apart if I have to! I know you hear me! Human skin is a resilient organ. These wounds should heal nicely. Can I talk to him? Yes, but I doubt he'll make much sense. Have you ever heard of tropolisine? No. It's a psychotropic compound known for its hallucinogenic effects. This crewman's bloodstream is filled with it. If it was down on the planet, why didn't our sensors pick it up? Normally it's found in certain flowering plants. Perhaps your sensors weren't cali ated to detect it. Or perhaps it wasn't there until that damn wind started. How long will the effects last? Now that he's back on Enterprise, he should be all right in three or four hours. Will this tro... Tropolisine. Will it affect T'Pol as well? There's no way to know. It might affect her to a lesser degree or a greater degree. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain? We have Novakovich. And I have a phase-pistol pointed at my head. What? My suspicions were right on the nose, Captain. Our little Vulcan here is not what she appears to be... Never was. What are you talking about? There's some kind of creatures down here. They hide inside solid rock. Travis and I have both seen them. Cutler saw two of them talking to T'Pol. They're up to something, but of course, she denies it. Listen to me. You've all been exposed to a psychotropic compound. It causes heightened anxiety, hallucinations... Are you telling me those creatures aren't real? The compound comes from the pollen of a flower. We think it was blown down from the mountains when the winds started. The doctor's run tests on Novakovich. He thinks he's going to be okay in a few hours. So if you can get as deep as you can into the caves, your symptoms should dissipate around the same time. We didn't imagine this, Captain. You dealt with simulations very close to this in Starfleet training. You're familiar with mind-altering agents. We'll be down to get you as soon as the winds let up. You're not here, Captain. You don't understand what's going on. Put your weapon down, Trip. That's an order. T'Pol? He's lowered his phase-pistol, sir. Have you been affected? Yes, but only slightly. Try to hold on. Archer out. Get to the Bridge. I want a weather report. Travis. You still with me? I need you on your feet. Those things could come back at any time. Listen to me. I'm giving you an order. What's wrong? Ensign? What'd you do to him? I can see why you get along so well with them. Sneaking around in the shadows... That's second nature to you Vulcans, isn't it? Par shinsarat. I have no idea what you just said, but it didn't sound very nice. You're making a mistake working with her. She'll stab you in the back first chance she gets. Tell you what. Come out and we'll settle this peacefully. Whatever she told you about humans... It's not true. You can see for yourself. Say something! What are you doing here? Yes, sir. I know, I know, but they're not giving me much choice. I've got to protect my crew. I understand, Mr. Velik, but I can't do that. They're trying to kill us. Nice try. Mura fisahr. The center of the storm has already passed over them, but the system spans some 500 kilometers. We won't be able to land a shuttlepod before dawn. When's that? Nine hours. Phlox to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Please report to Sick Bay immediately. It's urgent. I thought you said he was going to be fine? I did. But each tropolisine atom contains a stray neutron. When it started to eak down in his bloodstream, it released an undetectable toxin. I've injected him with inaprovaline, but I... think it may be too late. If I'd run a submolecular scan, I might have anticipated a complication, but there was no reason to. At least, there didn't seem to be. I can't tell you how sorry I am, Captain. What about the others? They spent less time exposed to the pollen... I've got four people down on the surface, Doctor! I need to know if they're going to be dead when we get there in the morning. Stay awake, Travis. Can't afford to have you going out on me! I'm... trying, sir. Cutler, you okay? If you're waiting for me to pass out, you're wasting your time. You might as well have your friends come out now and do whatever they're going to do. T'Pol. How are you doing? Who's that? It's the Captain, Trip. Are you all right? He's irrational, sir. Mayweather and Cutler are nearly unconscious. Both of you listen to me very carefully. Novakovich may be dying. Turns out the pollen contains some kind of toxin our sensors hadn't detected. He's responding to medication, but his odds of recovery would be a hell of a lot better if we'd treated him sooner. The Doctor and Malcolm are synthesizing ampoules of inaprovaline. We're going to have to use the transporter to get it to you, but it's imperative that you inoculate yourselves as soon as possible. Do you understand what I'm saying? Taking an injection isn't going to change a damn thing! Don't you see that? They're planning something, Captain. First us, then all of you! Pralaya moyeht. Sukas vas nyran. Lisahla canandun da. Tahrolaya mirat. What's going on, Hoshi? She says Trip is going to kill her and I don't think she's imagining it. Say one more word of that gibberish and I'm going to split you in two! Trip, listen to me. The pollen's affecting her, too. Think about it. You've heard of people suffering from dementia who revert to their native language. She can't help it. The only thing that's affecting her are those rock people. If I can stop her now, I can save Enterprise. Trip, how long have we known each other? What's that got to do with anything? Remember when your EV pack froze up on Titan during the Omega training mission? You got nitrogen narcosis. You started to try to take off your helmet. You remember what I'm talking about? What's your point?! I ordered you to keep your helmet on. You were delirious; thought you were going to die, but you obeyed that order because you trusted me. I'm asking you to trust me now. Take the injection. Then we'll deal with these rock people. Too late, Captain! I'm not going to die with a hypospray in my hand. Trip... No! It's not going to happen! All right, forget the medicine. I think it's time I explain what's really going on. But just stand by for a minute. I need Malcolm to target your position. Then I'll give you your orders. Archer to Phlox. The sooner the better. Understood. How close can you get it? I think I can safely place it two meters inside the mouth of the cave. Good. Captain! Hello? I'm waiting for that order, but I can't wait much longer! All right, Trip. This is a major each of security, but I'm going to have to trust you. Go ahead. Starfleet sent us here to make contact with a silicon-based life-form. T'Pol was the only person granted clearance to speak with them. It seems they've met Vulcans before. Why couldn't you tell me that? When a mission's classified top secret, I don't ask why. If it was so top secret, then why'd you let us all come down to the surface... Let us spend the night? The winds. We never thought the storm would drive you into the caves. That's where these rock people live. They didn't want anybody in there except for T'Pol, so they're not too happy right now. I'm sure you can understand that. They've even threatened to destroy Enterprise. Now, T'Pol needs to explain to them why you're all there, but she's not going to have much credibility with you pointing a phase-pistol at her. If they agree to listen to her, you'll need to lower your weapon. If they don't... I'm going to have Malcolm destroy the cavern. Sacrificing four more crewmen is a small price to pay to save Enterprise. I understand. Now, I'm going to ask Hoshi to tell T'Pol everything I just told you in Vulcan. You got a problem with that? Go ahead. Ensign. Sahsuran ahmot ludah-sloya. Moraya toonan fohva toriinas. Sakahs fahs noora... locanan soorahs. Turah loniina foran. Mahs turatah. She says playacting isn't exactly a Vulcan tradition, but she'll do her best. Mireena luras! Ponfo borothas Plomees yoran! Akasa gorah foras mi! Kasaaka lrone mos. T'Pol arakis poran Dutar. Hope she knows the difference between stun and kill. They've agreed to talk to her, Trip. So lower your weapon and act real friendly. No...! You didn't shoot me last night, did you? I'm afraid I did. I was hoping it was all just a bad dream. Are they gone? They were never here. What? There were no rock people. You were all hallucinating. The pollen? Yes. Then what about that speech you gave to the wall? The Captain felt that if I played along, it might help persuade you to lower your weapon. You'd grown increasingly illogical and violent. Something about splitting me in two. A pretty good performance. Look, I know I kind of shot my mouth off last night... You were under the influence of the pollen. We all were. Challenge your preconceptions or they'll challenge you. Commander? That's something Mr. Velik used to say. Tenth grade biology class. He was a Vulcan scientist who came to teach us about life on other worlds. I'd never seen a Vulcan before. Not up close. He scared the hell out of me. Perhaps it's not too late to follow his advice. Ow... I must've twisted up my neck. How's Novakovich? Do we know? The Captain says he's going to be fine.
Archer to the Bridge. Lieutenant Reed, sir. What the hell's going on? We are having a little trouble with the gravity plating on E-Deck. I hope it hasn't caused you any inconvenience. Oh, no, no, no, not at all. Any idea when you might get it back on line? Commander Tucker says it should be any minute now, sir. Thank you. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Not a very adventurous eakfast. Plomeek oth is a traditional morning meal on Vulcan. Oh, but you're not on Vulcan. You should try these blueberry pancakes. They're quite delicious. I've sampled human food on several occasions. It didn't agree with me. Give it some time. The Vulcan digestive tract is highly adaptable. I prefer to eat the foods I'm accustomed to. There's an old saying: When in Fellebia, do as the Fellebians do. It's difficult enough having to smell all this. Eating it is out of the question. Water, carbonated. Now that's adventurous. We're getting reports from C-Deck that it's down to 12 degrees. Ensign Almack is working on it. Well, tell him to hurry up. If the relays up there get too cold, they're going to start cutting out on us. Engineering. We've got a power fluctuation in the starboard nacelle, sir. We'll get to it as soon as we can. Aye, sir. Any luck? We know it's got something to do with the plasma exhaust. The flow's been restricted for some reason and it's screwing up half the systems on the ship. Tell Billy to purge the aft manifold. Sir. Do you think it might be a good idea to drop out of warp? Give me a minute, sir. I think we can figure it out. Tucker to Bridge. Might be a good idea to drop out of warp. Going to impulse, sir. Commander... I think I've found the problem. Something's distorting our wake pattern. You're right. The plasma exhaust shouldn't be flaring that close to the ship. EM residue in the exhaust ports? No, we checked; they're clean. Malcolm, if we ignited the plasma exhaust, what kind of damage would it do to the nacelles? Sir? How much damage? If we polarize the hull plating, it should be all right as long as we maintained at least half impulse. Go to half impulse, Ensign. Aye, sir. Put up A-4. Record all aft sensors. Hull plating. Both nacelles are at maximum. Stand by to ignite a charge at 80 meters due aft. Fire. Play it back. Slowly. Go back and freeze it at the flash point. Creep it forward a little. There. Looks like we've got ourselves a hitchhiker. They must be using some sort of stealth technology. I wonder how long they've been there. Long enough to throw half our systems out of whack. I'm sure they know we've detected them. Open hailing frequencies. Our ship-to-ship sensors are malfunctioning. I can only give you audio. Translator's active. This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. I don't need to tell you where we are. Your presence is disrupting a number of our systems. Please back away to a distance of at least ten kilometers and respond. Kaja lakala royj kaiti. Kaja lakala royj kaiti. Kaja lakala royj... harm us. Kaja lakala... your request. We ask you not to harm us. We are complying with your request. We ask you not to harm us. They're moving off, sir. We have no intention of harming you, but I wouldn't mind an explanation. I apologize for any damage we've caused. Our engines are malfunctioning and we've been using your plasma exhaust to replenish our teraphasic coils. It's allowed us to share your warp field. Their warp reactor is off-line. We can't help you unless we can see you, so why don't you disconnect whatever stealth device you're using? I'm giving you 40 milligrams of mirazine. It should shorten the decompression process by half. That still leaves three hours. Can you recommend a good book? I'll be iefing you on their propulsion systems. Sure you don't want me coming back at night? Three hours of decompression in each direction... Makes more sense to stay until the job's done. I sent them your dietary requirements. They claim to have the ability to synthesize protein and carbohydrates, but there's no telling what it may taste like. Try to be... diplomatic. Three days on an alien ship. Remember to mind your manners. We've got a seal. Just about ready. It's too bad the ship-to-ship sensors are down. Would've been nice to get a look at them. I'll just think of it as a blind date. Tucker to Enterprise. Archer. Here I go, sir. Keep your com channel open. We'll be right here. Here you go. Don't forget to come back for me. I don't know... we are kind of busy. Have fun. Hello? Hello? Try to maintain your normal rate of respiration. This stuff's burning my lungs! Maintain your normal rate of respiration. The discomfort will subside. Commander Tucker's calling again, sir. He's rather anxious. Put him through. How long's it been, sir? About five minutes longer than the last time you asked. How's the eathing? A lot easier, but I prefer air I can't see. Well, they told us the air would clear up during the last half hour of decompression. I feel like I've been in here for a week. You've only got 45 minutes to go, Trip. Be patient. Hey. Good boy. There you go. Blue, one... Green, three... Yellow, two... Orange, five... yellow, three. Red, four... green, two... whoa! Whoa. That's too fast. I'm not a computer. I hope the acclimation process wasn't too stressful. Blue, three... yellow, six... Orange, four. The perceptual tests are the best way to determine whether you're ready for our environment. We've prepared a meal for you. Not right now, thank you. We strongly recommend that you get some rest. I think I'd like to take a look at that engine room of yours. It's one deck above us. These are the teraphasic coils. The wider ones have lost their cohesion. I'm sorry, you lost me. I'm having trouble concentrating with all this noise and light. Are you certain you don't want to rest for awhile? I don't know what I'm certain about. Mr. Tucker again, sir. Put him through. Yeah, Trip, how's it going? Not good. I don't think I'm going to be much help over here. I'm having a little more trouble adjusting than I thought I would. What's the problem? I feel like I've... got a fever. I'm having trouble focusing, eathing. I really think I need to get back, Captain. Stand by for a minute. T'Pol, put me through to Trena'l. Stand by. Captain Archer? My man's not doing so well over there. He'll be fine. With all due respect, I've known Commander Tucker for eight years... He's tough as nails. If he says he's having problems, I've got to believe him. When he came out of decompression, he refused to rest. I strongly suggest he lay down for a while. You really think that'll make a difference? We have a good deal of experience with alien visitors. I told Trena'l you'd try to get at least an hour of shuteye. He says that should do the trick. I just want out, sir, I'm not kidding. I can't take much more of this. Trena'l says they've dealt with this before. Just one hour. If you're not feeling better, we'll ing you back. It's not going to work, Captain. Take a nap, Trip, that's an order. Archer out. We've prepared sleeping quarters for you. It's not far. Your Captain sent the recording. He thought it might help you relax. Are you feeling better? What's that? Our food. It grows all over the ship. Would you like some? It's very sweet. I think I'll pass. This is the closest we could come to water. Trust me. Hmm... Did that hurt? Not really. It's kind of nice. Does that happen when you people touch each other? Something similar. Have you had enough? A man needs a lot of fluids when he's under the weather. If you're feeling well enough, we really should get back to the repairs. Could we take some of those with us? Are the injector cells aligned with the primary coil? Aligned and locked. You're not going to believe this. They've got grass growing on the floor... real grass. It's even green. Is Vulcan grass green? Have you tested the ion matrix, Commander? The grass releases some kind of vapor... helps them metabolize their food. Smells just like a freshly mowed lawn. The ion matrix, Commander. Oh, right. I've recharged the assembly. Is it up to .4 yet? .43. Keep pumping up the gradient. If we can get it up to .5, the coils should come back on line all by themselves. Sounds like Trip's feeling better. Before you know it, he'll have that engine room running like a well-oiled machine. Tucker to Captain Archer. Go ahead, Trip. We're nearly ready to ing the warp reactor on line. Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. Just think... yesterday you would've done anything to get out of there. Tucker out. It will take a while for the coils to regenerate. Come with me. There's something I want you to see. Watch this. That's Thera. It's where I come from. The depth perception is incredible. What is it, a 3-D simulator of some kind? It's holographic. Not like any hologram I've ever seen. Seems real, doesn't it? How do you... Resequenced photons. Come with me. The perspective's changing. We could walk all the way to the city and you'd never know we're still in this room. Sit down. We're still in the same room, and this isn't a boat. It's a boat. It's just resequence... Resequenced photons. Exactly. If we had one of these on Enterprise, I'd never ask for shore leave. You don't have any dermal plating. How do you detect other people's... moods? We don't. Well, actually, we do, but we do it through observing behavior, getting to know someone. The follicles on your face... if I'm not mistaken, they've grown. Do they have a purpose? Not that I know of. Normally, we shave them off with something called a razor, but I haven't had the chance since I've been here. Do you mind? Go ahead. Does that hurt? Not in the least. More water? No. This is a game we play. Watch. Go ahead. Are there any rules to this game? It takes four hands to work. Your favorite food is... catfish. How the hell did you know that? What's mine? Your what? Favorite food? Yes. Concentrate. What's my favorite food? Dutara root. How'd I know that? I wasn't certain the granules would work with your species. Captain Archer saved your life once about four years ago. This is one hell of a game. You find me... attractive. You like having people find you attractive... don't you? Sometimes. Reactor room to Ah'len. The coils are coming back on line. Understood. You'd better stand up. Decompression any easier coming back? Three hours is three hours. You can't imagine what it was like over there, Travis. Food growing on the walls, teraphasic warp coils, boxes full of pebbles that make you telepathic. What were the Xyrillians like? Little shorter than us, weird scales on their faces, but otherwise pretty much like you and me. It sure was something. Reminded me why I signed on. But it is good to be home. Mmm. I hope your mission hasn't been overly delayed. Getting a chance to meet other species is our mission. See you've got the visual back on line. Hoshi. Trena'l wanted to thank you again. I realize how difficult it must've been adapting to our environment. It was worth every minute. As long as those coils stay charged, you shouldn't have a problem maintaining a stable warp field. Thanks for taking care of me when I wasn't feeling so hot. It was worth every minute. Good luck to you. Nice work, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity, Captain. I, for one, won't miss the malfunctions their proximity was causing. Return to our previous heading, Travis. Aye, sir. Didn't they feed you over there? You should've come with me, Malcolm. I heard about the holographic re-creation. It wasn't like any visual simulator I've ever tried. More like actually being there. You could smell the ocean, feel the salt air on your skin. If we had one of those on board, I can only imagine what it would be used for. I don't know if they can re-create people with it, but it sure did a hell of a job on landscapes. Make any friends? Ah'len, one of their engineers. She's the one who showed me the holographic chamber. Is she the one you thanked for taking care of you? Yeah. Ah... Interesting scales. She did have a certain... sensuality to her. So, did you get a look at their weapons? I don't even know if they had any. Have you tried these scrambled eggs? Taste just like the real thing today. Hmm. Maybe you were allergic to something over there. Well, cleared bio-scan. Nevertheless, you better have Dr. Phlox take a look at it. As far as I know, I've never been allergic to anything. I don't believe you're having an allergic reaction. Tell me, did your visit to the Xyrillian ship involve any, uh, romance? What? Were you intimate with anyone? Doc, I was over there to repair a warp reactor. What are you talking about? Seems you did a little more than repair work. Meaning? This is a nipple. I beg your pardon? Ah, the blastocyst is located between the sixth and seventh intercostals. What the hell you talking about? I'm not quite sure if congratulations are in order, Commander, but... you're pregnant. Here... do you see that cell cluster? That is the em yo. I assume you'll be happy to know, it's not technically your child. What do you mean? When reproducing, the Xyrillians only utilize the genetic material of the mother. The males simply serve as hosts. That's comforting. But how the hell did I get knocked up? We don't have any data on their mating procedures, but I wouldn't think it would be that difficult for you to recollect a... sexual encounter. Three days. You were only there for three days and you couldn't restrain yourself. I'm telling you, Captain, I was a complete gentleman the entire time. I imagine that's a question of how you define gentleman. The only female I had any contact with was Ah'len, their engineer. Other than repairing the reactor, all she and I did together was go into this holographic chamber they've got. She showed me some home movies, simulations of their planet, but I didn't lay a hand on her. There's got to be some way to get this thing out of me without hurting it. Can't you create a surrogate chamber or something? The em yo has integrated with your pericardium. I wouldn't be comfortable extracting it without more information on the gestation process. This engineer wanted you to see her planet? So? Perhaps the next step would have been to meet her holographic parents. If I'm not mistaken, on some planets, that's a precursor to marriage. We took a ride in a rowboat. I swear, Captain, nothing happened. There had to have been a somewhat lengthy physical contact to transfer this much genetic material. Trip? I've been in Starfleet for 12 years. Do you think I'd jeopardize my career by messing around with some alien engineer on a three-day mission? I considered myself a diplomat from the minute I set foot in that vessel. Well... there was that box of pebbles. Pebbles? Yeah, she had it on the boat. But it was no big deal. We just stuck our hands into these granules for a few minutes. It's a game they play. Let's you read each other's minds. But they weren't even real. They were holographic just like everything else in the room. Doctor? Without a sample of these telepathic granules, it would be impossible to make a determination, but they could have served as the transferal medium. One of the first things a diplomat learns is not to stick his fingers where they don't belong. Captain... If we're going to safely remove this life-form from Commander Tucker, we'll have to find the Xyrillians. Why don't you and Malcolm see what you can do about locating their ship? Yes, sir. Is Trip well enough to return to his duties? What? Are you kidding? I'm fine. You'll probably feel a bit nauseated in the mornings, so get sufficient rest and exercise and see me at least once a day. That nipple may not be the only surprise your body has in store for you. You think we could keep this between the four of us? At least for the time being? You got it. Dillard! Sir? Look at this lift. Sir? It's an accident waiting to happen. This safety bar's a meter off the floor. What use would it be for a small person? A small person? A short alien, a child. This thing's a deathtrap. Look at this handrail. Put your hands here while this is going up or down... It'll take your fingers right off. Why would someone put their hands there, sir? Oh... Never mind. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've spent eight days looking for the Xyrillian ship, but so far, we've had no luck. Sorry I'm late. No problem. How you feeling? I thought we all promised to keep this under wraps. I haven't said a thing. Doctor? Not a word. I knew it. She probably let it slip the minute she left Sick Bay. But Subcommander T'Pol promised to keep your pregnancy secret. Where I'm from, Vulcans aren't known for keeping promises. What makes you think she's told anyone? All you have to do is see the way they whisper... talk behind my back. You know what happened this morning? Ensign Hart pulled out my chair for me. I'm telling you, it was T'Pol and you can be sure it was intentional. What's that? Chicken tetrazzini. Did you cut yourself? I wish. I don't want to ruin your appetites, but... take a look at this. Just how many of these am I going to grow? And while we're on the subject, are they going to go away afterward? One would think. Then again, I have no experience with this species. Great. You know... it's been over a week, Trip. We have to start considering the possibility that we're not going to find the Xyrillians. What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm going to deliver this baby? I believe he's saying a good deal more than that. Once the child is born, it may well rely on you, in some way, to care for it. I'm the Chief Engineer. I spent years earning that position. I never had any intention of becoming a working mother. You know, the Doctor was saying that the gestation period will only last another five weeks... six at the most. You should expect to begin experiencing some unusual symptoms... Hormonal changes mostly... Mood swings, heightened emotions. I suggest you stick with the civilian clothes. Seems to help hide the... bulge. How much bigger's this thing going to get? I'm already the laughingstock of the ship. I would love some more of this. Yes, sir. I'd like you to start seeing the Doctor every eight hours. As your delivery date gets closer, he should be able to start figuring out what your postnatal responsibilities might be. Postnatal responsibilities? You may very well be putting those nipples to work before you know it. There's a ight side to all of this. Yeah? What's that? As far as we know, this is the first interspecies pregnancy involving a... human. Got something. Looks like their signature. 078 mark 6. Three million kilometers. Change our heading to intercept. Bridge to Archer. Go ahead. We may have found the Xyrillian ship, sir. Thank you. On our way. What have you got? We're approaching the coordinates. I've analyzed the stealth telemetry. I believe it's them. Drop down to impulse. Hoshi, try to get an image. Doesn't look very stealthy to me. Go tighter. If the starship profiles the Vulcans gave us are correct... They're correct, Lieutenant. That's a Klingon battle cruiser. Where the hell are the Xyrillians? It appears your repairs didn't last very long. If I'm correct, they're hiding in the Klingons' plasma wake. Hoshi? The translation program should be in pretty good shape, sir. Sir, with all due respect, do we really think this is a wise idea? If we're going to speak to the Xyrillians, we can't do it without the Klingons knowing about it. Open a channel. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We respectfully would like to ask for your assistance with a little problem... Sir, they're charging weapons. Polarize the hull plating. Grab hold of something. And another one. Why are they attacking us? They're not. If they wanted to destroy Enterprise, they would have done it. So, I guess that's their version of a warning shot across our bow. I don't recommend being the recipient of another warning like that, sir. Should I lay in a new course, Captain? No, stay where you are. Hail them again. Sir, look at their starboard nacelle. The power's fluctuating just like ours did when the Xyrillians were riding in our wake. They're responding. What gives you the right to approach a Klingon warship? Please accept our apology, but I need to ask you a question. And what would that be? Have you been experiencing any unusual malfunctions, problems with your gravity plating, propulsion, environmental controls? You've been monitoring our systems. For how long? We haven't. I promise you. The same things happened to us a few days ago. Your problems are being caused by a small stealth vessel that's been riding in your wake. They're using your plasma exhaust to fuel their warp coils. Find this vessel. Wait a minute, wait a minute. They're harmless. We need them, alive. Just give me a chance to explain. Find them! There are 36 aboard. Bring their Captain to me and execute the others. Didn't you hear what I said? I need them alive. What you need is to turn your puny ship around and leave. These aliens violated our security and disrupted our systems. Both are considered acts of war against the Empire. I assure you that any damage they've done was unintentional. They're simply trying to get home. They won't get home, but I'm more than willing to hasten their journey to Sto-Vo-Kor. Sto-Vo... The afterlife. You really don't want to hurt these people. They're actually very kind. They've just had some bad luck with their engines. When we confronted them, they complied with all our requests. You're wasting my time! Less than one month ago, Captain Archer stood in the High Council Chamber in Kronos. The Chancellor himself called him a man of honor, a other. Enterprise is the ship that found Klaang and returned him to the Empire. Without Klaang, your Houses would be at war with each other. Jonathan Archer is the man who carried out that rescue. You are in his debt. You would be demonstrating both honor and wisdom to grant his request. I'm the one who repaired their warp reactor, or at least I thought I did. I spent three days on their ship. They have some amazing technology. If you don't kill them, I'm sure they'd share it with you, teach you how to use it. What kind of technology? Well, for one, they've got some incredible holography. I don't know how advanced Klingon holograms are, but these are like nothing I ever saw before. Press a few buttons and you'll be standing on a hillside overlooking Kronos. It's unbelievable. Couldn't hurt to take a look... unless the decompression cycle frightens you. I am frightened by nothing, pahtk. If you agree to enter their vessel, I'd appreciate it if you'd take my Chief Engineer with you. He talks too much. I'll ing a security team. He was there for three days. They trust him. It'll make things a lot easier. If their technology amuses me, I may spare their lives. I don't need your engineer to help me make that decision. There's another reason. Commander Tucker has some... unfinished business with the Xyrillians. I am not interested in your engineer's business. There's a pregnancy involved. I thought you said you were there to fix their warp reactor not to impregnate one of their females. This should be a lesson to you. Forget it happened. I'm afraid that's not going to be so easy. Show him. Captain Vorok has agreed to consider releasing your ship in exchange for one or two of your holographic simulators. It would be a good idea to cooperate. This is a topographical survey of our capital. I'd be pleased to give you a demonstration. The reactor worked fine for six days, then went off-line again. How did you find us? It wasn't easy, but we were very, um... motivated. I don't understand. I had no idea this could happen with another species. If I'd known... No need to apologize, but I would be real appreciative if you could get this out of me, assuming it's safe. It's still early enough to transfer the em yo to another host. She looks very healthy. It's a girl, huh? Mm-hmm. I can see my house from here. Can this technology be adapted to our power matrix? I'm sure we can make the appropriate modifications. As soon as the installation is complete, the Xyrillians will be free to go. I appreciate your cooperation. I hope the next time we meet, we can be of some help to you. Listen to me very carefully. Our debt is repaid. We have no interest in meeting you again and if we do, I promise you'll regret it. The only thing worse than spending three hours in a decompression chamber with a bunch of Klingons is doing it twice in one day. I smelled things in there I hope I never smell again. Trena'l told me that, at full impulse, they can probably get home in less than a month. No more hitchhiking? That business about the Klingon Chancellor calling me a other... was that true? Klingons are known to exaggerate. I saw nothing wrong with doing the same. Your appetite seems to be back to normal. Just eating for one again. I've run a check through the Starfleet database. You might be pleased to know that this is the first recorded incident of a human male becoming pregnant. Just how I always wanted to get into the history books.
This was their first view of it. If you didn't look too close, you'd think it was Earth. Breaking ground on the Town Hall. Is that Captain Mitchell? No. I think that's Mitchell. Are we there yet? Three hours, 17 minutes to go, sir. Travis has been digging through the archives. There's ton of data here... Crew manifests... survey photos... weekly status reports. I was hoping to find something... A clue to what happened. You'd be the first. I've been fascinated by Terra Nova since I was a kid, sir. I always thought lost colonies affected boomers more than anyone else. Something about people who choose to live off-world. Captain... do you think anyone's still there? I'll let you know... in about three hours and 17 minutes. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Terra Nova? I'm surprised you've never heard of it. I'm not familiar with the early years of human space exploration. Really? Every schoolkid on Earth had to learn about the famous Vulcan expeditions. Name one. History was never my best subject. It was called the Great Experiment. Could humans colonize deep space? They'd already built New Berlin on the Moon, Utopia Planitia on Mars, even a few asteroid colonies, but all within our solar system. When they found an Earth-like planet less than 20 light-years away, it was hard to resist. Took them, what, nine years to get there? Nine years there, nine years back, but they made it. My grandfather remembered seeing their first transmissions when he was a kid. What happened to them? People have been trying to answer that question for a long time. No one's heard from Terra Nova in over 70 years. After the colony was built, relations with Earth became strained. The Space Agency figured nothing succeeds like success, so they decided to send another vessel. The colonists protested. They'd been there five years. This was their home. They didn't want another 200 people arriving. But the folks back on Earth argued that there weren't any other habitable planets within reach, but the colonists dug their heels in. There were a few angry messages sent back and forth, and one day... nobody heard from them again. Why didn't you send a vessel to find out what happened? Nine years there, nine years back... It would have been a pretty long trip. A Vulcan ship could have made the journey in far less time. Why didn't you ask them? Asking favors of the Vulcans usually ends up carrying too high a price. My experience with humans is limited, but I've come to learn that they're quite resourceful. Terra Nova may still be there, Captain. 200,000 kilometers. Let's see it. I promised my dad I'd see this place someday. Put us in orbit over the colony. Terra Nova Colony, this is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We've come from Earth. Please respond. No answer, sir. Any bio-signs? No, but the colony appears to be intact. I'm also detecting low levels of surface radiation. From what? I can't tell. Let's take a look. Closer. Looks like a ghost town. Let's hope the ghosts can give us some answers. How bad is the radiation? Less than 800 millirads. A few hours of exposure shouldn't pose a risk. Trip, take the Bridge. Travis? A housing unit. No sign of weapons fire... only rust. Whatever happened, I got to believe they tried to let Earth know about it. We've got the schematics for the communications tower. Good. See if the data buffer's intact. We might be able to access their last transmission logs. Aye, sir. Walk the perimeter. See what else you can find. Judging by the isotope decays, the radiation level 70 years ago would have been lethal. If that's what killed them, where are the bodies? Maybe they left the planet before it could affect them. That would have been difficult. That's a bulkhead. They designed their ship to be disassembled. That's how they built the colony. It was a one-way trip. Hello? We're not alone, sir. There's someone in the forest. We're on our way. I believe he went in there. Did you get a look at him? Yeah. He appeared to be a couple of meters tall, biped, odd-looking scales... This leads to a network of caverns that extend for several hundred meters. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead, sir. Get back to the shuttle, and grab a pair of flashlights. Make it quick. Yes, sir. It'd be best if I went first, sir. After you. Captain. My name is Archer. We're looking for some people. I was hoping you could help us. We're not going to hurt you. We're just trying to find out what happened to them. Which way? T'Pol to Captain Archer. Captain? We're under attack and I think we just took a wrong turn. We could use a little help navigating down here. Just a moment. In approximately three meters, a tunnel will anch off to your left. Take it. I don't see a tunnel. ten meters. Here. I'm all right, sir. Malcolm? Malcolm! Where's Malcolm? Go. Take us up! If those aliens killed the colonists, they could kill Malcolm, too. Those weren't aliens. They're human. I don't get it. If they're human, why were they shooting at us? Archer to the Bridge. What have you found? We've got a pretty good picture of those caverns, and we've picked up 52 bio-signs so far... all human. The only one I'm interested in right now is Lieutenant Reed. We've got to get him out of there. Have you found him? Yes, sir, he's about 90 meters below the surface. He's not responding to hails, Captain, but he's alive. Have Dr. Phlox join us in the Situation Room. Aye, sir. If these are the descendants of the original colonists, they've never seen other humans before. Maybe we looked as strange to them as they did to us. 12.6 kilometers worth of tunnels. Looks like they even dug a few wells. The geology's a little shaky. Some of these passageways have collapsed. They may have been driven underground by the radiation. Have you figured out what caused it? Not yet. What do they do for food? Many species feed on underground fauna and flora: tubers, fungi, insects. They also hunt some kind of burrowing animal. Where's Malcolm? Right here, sir. There are two people with him. Can we use the transporter? He's too deep. A section of this tunnel is collapsed. It's empty. If we could get into it, we could clear the obstruction with phase-pistols. We'd be less than 20 meters from Lieutenant Reed. What about these two? We have to assume they're armed. A stun grenade would solve that problem. I don't want to risk any more casualties. Despite how they look, they're still human. We've got to find some way to talk to them. They didn't seem too eager to talk. If I can't make first contact with other hu... I don't have any business being out here. Malcolm was shot. Grab your medical kit and meet me at the Launch Bay. Right away, sir. Captain? Try to find out what irradiated the surface. You and Hoshi, get to work on that data buffer. I want to know if they tried to send any messages to Earth. Do you think they know we've returned? Hard not to hear a shuttlepod landing on your roof. I'm unarmed. I just want to talk. I'm concerned about my officer. I'd like to see him. Fancy meeting you here. How's the leg? I've lost a bit of blood, sir, but I don't think it's too serious. May I have my medical supplies, please? Human? That's right. What's that? My name is Phlox. I am a Denobulan. I am Captain Archer's physician. You tracked from Earth... on a Sky Ship. It's called Enterprise. To do what? Gut the rest of us? No. We're here to find out what happened to the colony. We came to help you. Novans have had enough help from you. We're not so easy to hunt as Diggers. Go back to the Overside, or we'll seal your passage. I told you. We're not here to hurt anybody. Take that one, and don't track back. All right, but he won't be able to get through these tunnels on one leg. My doctor needs to treat him. What makes you think we're here to hurt you? Humans hurt Novans. Why do you think that? They gutted us. Our families. Our before-families. I don't understand. The Poison Rain. I was no taller than a Digger, but I can still see back. We lived on the Overside. Then the humans dropped the Poison, burned our skin, gutted the grown ones. There was no place to go but here. To the... Underside. I think I know what you're talking about. The Poison Rain. It was some kind of radiation. I don't know what caused it, but I'm sure it wasn't humans. He can walk... more or less, but I'll need to get him back to Sick Bay to remove the projectile. I know this will be hard for you to accept, but you're the descendants of human beings. Your ancestors colonized this planet over 70 years ago. They came from Earth, just like I did. I don't know what happened, but maybe we could work together and find out. He speaks in shale. If that's your way of calling me a liar, give me a chance to prove what I'm saying. My... Sky Ship has tools that can help us find out what happened here. No. Are you aware that your mother is sick? This is one of the tools the Captain spoke of, which can tell me all kinds of things about the inside of your body. She has an illness that we call lung cancer, but it's easily cured. Dr. Phlox can make her well, but she'd have to come back to our ship. This is shale. They want to trap us on the Overside... to gut us. How long of a day would it take? Not long. A few hours, at the most. Hours? She'd be back before the sun rises on the Overside. Let us help you. We track together. This one stays. He needs to be treated, as well. He'll be fine, for a few hours. Don't worry about me, sir. I was just getting used to the place. Probably best if you lead the way. That's Enterprise. It's a lot like the ship that ought the colonists to this planet. It was called the Conestoga. Maybe you were born on board. Or were you born after your parents got here? My parents were Novans. They came from the Overside. No more! Let me out! Open the passage. Just a few more seconds. Jamin! Open it! It's all right. My apologies for any discomfort. Is she healed? Not quite. First, we have to determine how far her sickness has spread. That is you. The inside of you, anyway. This picture will tell me what kind of treatment you'll require. Ah. Interstitial tumors. The malignancy has spread to her lymphatic system. She'll need a series of cytolytic injections. Injections? Medicine. He's just going to give her some medicine. I'll need a few minutes to synthesize it. I've got some other pictures you might like to see. One of my crewmen found these in our database. They might help you remember what it was like living on the Overside before the Poison Rain. It's human shale. They're confusing our path. You'll lose your tracks in this. I'm just trying to help you see how you got here. All I see is Digger filth. Well, look again... because whether you want to believe it or not, we're both human. Bury your drawings. Doctor... keep me posted. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Subcommander T'Pol has discovered the remnants of an impact crater that could explain the radiation. How far away is it? About 500 kilometers north. How deep? It's been partially filled in by erosion over the years, but I'm reading impact fractures down to nearly 2,000 meters. Comet or an asteroid? An asteroid; a large one. The tectonic analysis puts the impact at approximately 70 years ago. The Poison Rain. The geology was comprised primarily of beresium ore. The thermo-shock would have created a radioactive cloud that probably covered the northern hemisphere for more than a year. They spent all those years getting here... and for what? That's an old MK-33, isn't it? Or is it a 34? Impressive body armor you're wearing. Did you make it yourself? Right. I don't suppose there's a lavatory on the premises, is there? I wouldn't mind freshening up a little. No. Didn't think so. Is your belly hollow? That all depends. What's for dinner? Digger meat. Looks a little, uh... undercooked. Humans are like damp moss. They rot on the Underside. Not bad. Come in. It's a transmission, sir. It's the last one anyone made as far as we can tell. It was still in the buffer. It's Captain Mitchell. No matter how angry Logan's threats may have seemed, there had to have been a way of dealing with this other than attacking us. Nearly half the adults are dead, including Dr. Tracey, and everyone else is getting sick, except for the younger children. If they have any chance of surviving, the least you could do is have the Vulcans send a ship for them. But for all I know, they were the ones you talked into attacking us. You wanted Terra Nova enough to do this? Well, it's yours now, but I doubt you'll be very pleased with what you find when you get here. Mark Logan was the head of the opposition... The ones who were against a second wave of settlers. Supposedly, he threatened to fire at any ship that came into orbit. The irony is that Captain Mitchell's message never reached Earth. The de is in the atmosphere was too dense. So, for some reason, the young kids survive and begin living underground. Their last memories of their parents are hearing them blame humans for destroying the colony. The idea that humans are the enemy has been embedded in them for more than two generations. This isn't going to be easy. Sick Bay to Archer. Go ahead. Would you come see me, please? Is everything all right? Nadet's cancer has been eliminated. Nice work. But I found something quite troubling. Both she and her son are showing signs of microcellular decay in their endocrine systems. Their underground water supply has probably become contaminated. I don't have any medication to treat this, and it's only going to get worse. Would inging them to the surface help? T'Pol says the soil and foliage is going to remain irradiated for at least another decade. How's she doing? She's as disagreeable as she was before I treated her. Bring them to the Situation Room. We are not leaving. It's not safe for you anymore. When the asteroid hit, the fallout contained certain poisons. Humans under the age of four or five can usually build an immunity to them. That's why they survived. For the last two or three generations, that immunity kept you all alive, but now the poisons have gotten into your water supply. As Captain Archer says, it is no longer safe. You humans tried to gut our go-befores when they lived on the Overside. Now you're trying to gut us. Dr. Phlox just saved your life. Perhaps you should give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he's not human. Neither am I. Giant rocks falling from the sky. Shale! It's all shale! Take us back! I went through about 200 to 300 photographs before I found this. Look familiar, Nadet? It's the Overside... before the Poison Rain. And what about the people? Humans. What were humans doing in your colony before it was destroyed? I think I can help answer that. You're sure none of these people look familiar? From the data we retrieved on this photograph, we're pretty sure this woman's name was... Vera Fuller. Ring a bell? It's the medicine they put in you. They're confusing your path. We need to leave. Look closely. Vera Fuller. What do you remember? Shale! They're trying to trap you. Vera had a daughter named Bernadette. She'd be about 75 now in Earth years. Nadet? Bernadette? You say this is me? They're trying to make us leave the Underside. If we're not back before day, your crewman will be gutted. Take us back. Is her treatment finished? I should take one more thoracic scan. Fine. As soon as you're done, ing them to the Launch Bay. Subcommander. There are 58 human beings in those tunnels and they're all going to die if we don't get them out of there and what do they think? They think we're a bunch of hostile aliens trying to take their colony over. Stun grenades. What? Commander Tucker has continued to enhance the sensor resolution of their tunnels. We could transport stun grenades to specific locations, detonate them, and use both shuttlepods to ing them back to the ship. And then what? Put them in chains? I'm sure Mr. Reed could devise appropriate restraints. What the hell do you think this is, a slave ship? We can't relocate them by force. The alternative was made quite clear by Dr. Phlox. We have to convince them that returning to Earth is the right thing. We can't take them by force. Are you certain it is the right thing? What are you talking about? When you get them back to Earth, what will you do? Send them to school? Teach them to read and write? Wear human clothing, eat human food, teach them to live on the surface? Enjoy the sunshine? You're damn straight. They're human beings. It's their birthright. It might take a little while, but they'll adapt. It's a hell of a lot better than dying down in those tunnels. They've lived in those tunnels for three generations. You can't just pluck them up and ing them to a strange world and hope they'll learn to conform. You'd be destroying their identity, destroying the Novan culture. Archer to Tucker. Captain? Get up here on the double and ing your maps with you. The de is cloud reached to about here... Ten or 12 degrees north of the equator. Southern hemisphere? Unaffected by the asteroid. Captain Archer? Go ahead, Doc. The two Novans are in Shuttlepod 1. Will you be escorting them back to the surface? I'll be there in a couple of minutes. There's got to be similar underground topography on one of these southern continents... Caves, caverns. Find them. Put that on a padd for me. And it wouldn't hurt if they were crawling with those... Oh, what do they call them? Diggers. Your planet has three large islands to the south. We call them continents. The climate is nearly identical to your Overside. We don't know how similar the Underside is, but my people are working on that now. The important thing is, the Poison Rain never fell there. You'd be safe. Your children would be safe. You could even spend time on the Overside, if you wanted to. If our tunnels are infected, you wouldn't want them so badly. We don't. We only want to help you, make you healthy. Was that photograph of Vera Fuller and her daughter shale? Do you really believe that we created it to trick you? You're human. So am I. Humans help each other. When we track back to the Underside, we'll return your crewman only if you promise to leave. I've got the landing site locked in, Captain. Would you at least talk to your people... Tell them what I proposed? All thrusters are down. Fire them up again. Pod 1 to Enterprise. We've got an emergency. Is anyone hurt? We're okay, but getting out of here is going to be tricky. Can you give us the coordinates...? Captain? I think we're done dropping. How far have we gone? You're down about eight meters. Looks like a couple of the abandoned tunnels gave way. Open it. Open it. Hold on. Trip, if I open the port hatch, what am I going to find? Open it! You're on the floor of a stable tunnel... You should be okay. You're going to have to build a rig to get this pod back on the surface. Aye, sir. We're in the down-slope passage. We need to pass the cut-through to get to your crewman. Give me your pistol. What are you talking about? If you want to see your human alive, you'll give me your pistol. Stay here with the shuttle. Keep your com open. Hold on a second. Do you hear that? Help! Help me! It's Akary. Help! Help! Help! He must have fallen when your Sky Ship quaked the tunnels. Are you hurt? I'm leg- oke. The wood has me sealed down. Would you risk your bones to save a Novan? I'll do what I can, but I doubt I can make it down there. We'll track together, but you'll need to trust me. Ah! The water's rising. We have to hurry. I need you to give me my phase-pistol. My gun! Why? So you can go free your hostage? So I can free this man. It's your turn to trust me. Give me a hand. Ready? Captain. How are you holding up? Not badly, all things considered, but I really wouldn't mind getting this bullet out of my leg. Tell them. Tell them what Archer said about the islands to the south. They promised to leave. Let them go. We'll be fine here. We're not fine. None of us is fine. We're rotting... all of us. They've promised to leave. I've seen back. Vera Fuller was my mother. That girl in the picture was me. A human girl. Our go-befores shared the same path. We should listen. Ever heard of Judge Crater? Crater? Disappeared in the early 20th century. How about Amelia Earhart? No. 1937. Never found a trace of her. A lot of people spent years... decades... Trying to figure out what happened to them. But neither of those mysteries holds a candle to Terra Nova. And we solved it. Did more than that. Those people were a year or two away from extinction. We didn't just find them... we saved their lives. All these years wondering about that colony. I never thought I'd become a part of their history. Tell you what, Travis. Why don't you put together the report for Starfleet? If I'm not mistaken, it'll be headline news back home. The Terra Nova Solved at Last... as told by Ensign Travis Mayweather. Thank you, sir.
5 days of Hacking / Camping / Lectures Join May Contain MCH2022.org It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like these Vulcan starcharts take all the fun out of it. We're supposed to be explorers, aren't we? That's the general idea. Where's the exploration in going places people have already been? Well, for one thing, we've never been to these places. For another... remember that protostar we ran across last week? Yeah. I'm not seeing it here. Are you saying those Vulcan starcharts aren't all that accurate? Well, if that's true, good luck getting them to admit it. Come in. You wanted to see me, Captain? As a matter of fact, Mr. Tucker and I were looking at these starcharts. There's a planet a few light-years off our current heading. I'm familiar with it. Well, the data indicates there's a remote outpost right here on the northern hemisphere. P'Jem. I take it this... P'Jem is under Vulcan jurisdiction? It's an ancient spiritual retreat, a remote sanctuary for Kolinahr and peaceful meditation. Kolinahr? The Vulcan purging of emotion. Well, that sounds interesting. How do you think they'd feel about a visit? P'Jem is a place of quiet contemplation, Captain. I'm not certain we'd be welcome. It's because Vulcans think we smell bad, isn't it? It's not every day we get a chance to see an ancient Vulcan monastery. I'd say a stopover is too good to pass up... unless you disagree. I'll research the proper protocols. Good. Archer to Helm. Go ahead, sir. Prepare to lay in a course correction. T'Pol will give you the coordinates. Understood. Well, you must be looking forward to visiting the sanctuary. It was the Captain's idea. But such an opportunity to appreciate your cultural history. It is a Vulcan sanctuary, if that's what you mean. Precisely my point. You'll be able to introduce some of your own people to your new crew. Oh... I believe I see the source of your misgivings. Being seen with a human crew... It could create a certain awkwardness. May I? Hmm. I confess, I feel awkward myself on this ship sometimes... out of place. But what is that Vulcan motto? Infinite diversity...? In infinite combinations. Hmm! And what is diversity, but a cele ation of differences? I wonder if you might remind me of our mission on this vessel? Please, indulge me. Our mission is to make contact with those who humans consider new life and new civilizations. In other words, to seek infinite diversity. I suppose so. Well, then, it seems to me a cultural exchange between your Vulcan ethren and your human crew is simply a furtherance of that mission. They don't even know we're coming? It wasn't possible to hail them. The monks consider technology a distraction from their spiritual pursuits. I don't like dropping in on people unannounced. It won't be a problem as long as we observe the proper protocols. When we arrive, we'll be greeted by a Vulcan Elder. You should not speak to him or any member of the Order unless spoken to first. If they appear to be meditating, do not approach them or attempt to make conversation. Also, maintain quiet at all times and do not touch or disturb any artifacts, relics or ornamentation. If we arrive at their time of communal Kolinahr, it's likely we'll be turned away. At the conclusion of our visit, we'll be offered the Stone of J'Kah as a gesture of salutation. Accept it. Then bow slightly, and observe a respectful silence for approximately five seconds. I thought Starfleet training was tough. You say this is a place to purge emotions? Looks like somebody had to purge pretty bad. He bashed the door in. The temple is almost 3,000 years old, Commander. You can't expect it to be in pristine condition. We are honored to visit this great sanctuary. I cannot ask you to stay. We are observing the final phase of Kolinahr. He says we have arrived at the time of Kolinahr. The Order must remain in silent reflection throughout the lunar cycle. They are not to be disturbed. Oh, that's too bad. Well, at least we got to see the place. Your service honors us. Before we leave, may I request the offering of the J'Kah Stone for my distinguished guests? Please wait. Is something wrong? It's probably nothing. But? This is the main Atrium. There should be more than one member of the Order present. And the icon in that shrine is perched at an odd angle. Oddly perched, huh? We'd better call Starfleet Command. That's not all, Captain. The Vulcan Elder seems... agitated. You call that agitated? You know, I think the oldest monastery I ever visited was in Ngari, Tibet, but it wasn't nearly as big as this place. I've heard it can take days to explore this site. It'd take at least that long to clean the place up. Forgive the disarray. Kolinahr encourages members of our Order to face their vestigial emotions. The repercussions can sometimes be violent. Please. This is the Stone of J'Kah, which represents the foundation of all we believe... A life of order and control through logic. Ishtaya kulah. Vestal ma etak J'Kah. What's all that mean, anyway? It is a traditional litany, passed down for generations. Does it mean I get good luck or something? Oh, you're thinking of the Blarney Stone, Captain, or when you pat the Buddha's belly. I guess you're right. Too bad we, uh... didn't ing a camera, huh, Commander? Please, you must leave now. You ever been to the San Francisco Zoo? Now there's something you should see. Friends of yours? Somehow I didn't think so. Stop looking at me. Okay, okay, don't get your antennas in a twist. Why didn't you tell us one of your people was aboard? It's an Earth vessel; I didn't know. What does that mean... Earth? What is that? It's where we're from. It's our homeworld. Why did you come here? Answer me, pinkskin! This planet was along our course. We only came to visit the sanctuary. Liar! What's your mission? Are you a supply ship inging them more surveillance equipment? We're not inging them anything. You ought her. She's my Science Officer. So you admit you're working with the Vulcans? I'll admit I have a Vulcan Science Officer and that I came here out of curiosity. Now if you don't mind my asking... what are you doing here? Hey! He's telling the truth. We came for a visit, that's all. We scanned your ship in orbit. You're very well armed for people who came for a visit. You... and the pinkskins have proven what we already knew. This is far more than a sanctuary. I'll enjoy having you as a prisoner. Now these guys are agitated. They're Andorians, Captain. They're known for their suspicious and volatile nature. Andorians? Yes, sir. Our two species are from neighboring systems. We've been in conflict for many years. They resent our superior reasoning... and our technology. They even believe that we intend to mount an invasion on their homeworld. In order to alleviate tensions, we negotiated a treaty, but some Andorian factions still believe we're bent on conquest. What do they want with a 3,000-year-old temple? They believe we are hiding a long-range sensor array. This is a place of introspection, Captain. There are no spies here and no technology. So what are you going to do, just sit here and let them ransack the place? Typically, they make a great display of their indignance. When they find nothing, they leave. The Andorians were here twice before and both times left within a day. Unfortunately, your arrival has amplified their suspicions. You've endangered us all. No good deed goes unpunished. The shuttle's sensors should've picked it up. They went to visit some monks. Why would they scan for alien ships? It should be standard procedure, that's why. In any event, there it is. There what is? A vessel, not Vulcan. And it's less than one kilometer from our shuttlepod. Not a lot of room on that landing platform. Maybe they're just some other visitors. Well, I for one would like to know who these visitors are. And why haven't we heard from the landing party? You can't expect them to check in every ten minutes. Maybe that should be standard procedure, as well. You sure you're not overreacting? They're probably just taking a tour, observing some kind of meditation ritual. Where's the sensor array? From what I'm told, there isn't one. Where is it?! I don't know... You humans obviously have emotions. I find it curious that you'd select a Vulcan as your Science Officer. Believe me, she wasn't my first choice. Why a Vulcan? Why a Vulcan?! She was assigned to us by the Vulcan High Command. You take orders from the High Command? No... For the last time, we just came to see the temple. That's my ship. Enterprise. They're trying to contact... Enterprise. Yes, I'm looking for Captain Archer. He's a prisoner of the Andorian Imperial Guard. We know you're in collaboration with the Vulcans. Let me talk to the Captain. Your ship is under constant surveillance. Arm your weapons or make any attempt to approach the surface and I'll kill the hostages. Wait! I've lost the signal. Try T'Pol or Commander Tucker. No response. Have Launch Bay put Shuttlepod 2 on standby. You heard what he said. If we try to send more people... I don't take orders from a com voice, Ensign. Not unless that voice belongs to the Captain. Take a look at the Vulcan database. See if it has anything on these Andorians. Aye, sir. We've searched all the chambers in the eastern tower. Have you checked the living quarters? Not yet. Perhaps if we decapitate one or two of those monks, he'll start telling us the truth. Is that something... you could live with, Captain? I've already told you the truth. How long have you lived on the Earth ship? Nine weeks and four days. The smell must be intolerable. You get used to it. And I was given a nasal numbing agent. Whose idea was it to visit this place? These guys are serious. They're going to start killing you people if they don't find what they're looking for. There is nothing to find. I don't think they're buying that. Not this time. Looks like there are four of them. I saw some kind of scanning console. They talk a lot about searching rooms. You'd think they could find whatever it is they're looking for with those antennas of theirs. They answered a hail from Enterprise. They threatened to kill us all if anyone attempts a rescue. Mr. Reed wouldn't be that reckless. I didn't recruit my Tactical Officer to sit on his butt when he's threatened. The Andorians smashed our communicators. The longer we're out of contact, the more likely Malcolm will put together a landing party, warning or no warning. Knowing him, a heavily armed landing party. It's just a matter of time. So if anyone has a suggestion, I'm all ears. No offense. There is an option. A transmitter, it's very old. You said you had no technology. It hasn't been used in many years. It may not even be working. I never met a busted radio I couldn't fix. Where is this... transmitter? In the catacombs. Catacombs? Please listen to me, Captain. There are hidden passages beneath us where we keep our most sacred relics... Our honored dead. If the Andorians discover them, they will damage our culture in ways you can't begin to understand. For people without emotion, you sure have a flair for the dramatic. Master Haadok, one of the founders of P'Jem. The transmitter's this way. Fellas. What's down there? The Reliquary. Our most sacred artifacts are kept there. This is the transmitter. Looks like a krellide power cell. There is one to spare. No, thanks. It'll just get in my way. It's only going to get colder. You take it. You need it more than I do. Do the Andorians have a transporter? No. That gives us the element of surprise. We could ing an assault team right into the Atrium... The sound of the transporter alone would alert the guards. They'd start firing before the team was fully resequenced. Well, what about this room? By the time the Andorians detected the transport, we'd be armed and ready. For what? A firefight in close quarters, with a dozen monks at risk? If you've got any better ideas... There's room in here. I'm fine. You're freezing. It's been 24 hours since I took my nasal numbing agent. The cold is preferable to the odor. Come on. An armed assault would put all of our lives at risk. Not to mention the destruction of the sanctuary itself. I'd say our lives are already at risk. Tensions between Andoria and Vulcan are high. Any casualties would only make matters worse. It seems like you're letting them walk all over you. They come in here, they smash your relics, they beat up your people. Then you just sit back and wait for them to walk away? We don't believe in responding to violence with violence. I admire your ethics, but right now, a little violence might help. You're beginning to sound like an Andorian. You know, I came here hoping to gain a little insight into the Vulcan mind. It looks like I'm getting it. You people think you're so damned enlightened... Problem? I'd like to find a peaceful solution, too, but I don't think that's going to happen. However we end up dealing with this, I need to know I can count on you. Are you questioning my loyalty? I just want to know where we stand. I have never disobeyed your orders. Sir, you're wearing a hole in the deck plating. What is it? Transmission from the surface. It's a modulated EM signal, very weak. Put it through. Enterprise, this is Commander Tucker. Enterprise, this is Commander Tucker. This is Enterprise. We can barely read you, Commander. What's your status? Guess you heard. We kind of walked into a hostage situation. The whole place has been taken over by Andorians. Andorians, yes. I've been reading about them in the Vulcan database. Militaristic, blue-skinned? That's them. Well, what do they want? They seem to think this place is some kind of a spy station. They're looking for a sensor array. The Captain says to sit tight. He doesn't want to provoke them any more than we already have. He also said to tell you we're working on a way out of here. Are you certain we can't negotiate? The Captain came back from his last negotiation with a face full of uises. We'll be in touch. Understood. Do any of these tunnels lead to the outside? No. What about this Reliquary? No one's entered it in years. To do so would be blasphemy. I saw an old stairwell down there. Maybe a meter wide. It was... right about here. That would almost be directly beneath the Atrium. There were three dim lights coming from the top. It looked something like this. How many times do we have to search the same rooms? Are you losing faith in our mission? We've looked everywhere. We've run a thousand scans! The Vulcans... are very deceptive. It's here. I'm sure of it. If we back down now, everything we've fought for is meaningless! If nothing else, remember that, Keval. Hey! Can you hear me? Hello. Anybody out there? I need to speak with you alone. I have some information for you. What is it? Well, for one thing, I needed some fresh air. You ever been stuck in a room full of Vulcans for 12 hours? The information. I'll bet their robes haven't been washed since the Time of Surak. Have you heard of him? Vulcan philosopher. He's the one who got everybody to start purging their emotions. I don't know about you, but I have learned really a lot since I got here. What did you come to tell us? Well, that depends. What do you want to know? Oh! All right. Information. Did you know that over 70 percent of the organisms on my homeworld are bacteria? What? Here's something I think you'll find interesting. There was a man in Canton, Ohio, who once rolled a ball of string over six meters in diameter. He's wasting our time. Take him back! There was a famous astronomer on Earth... Tycho Brahe. He lost his nose in a duel. Over a math equation! You must enjoy pain. Please. Please, I can't stand another minute with the Vulcans! Please! A light at the end of the tunnel. You know what to do, Commander. Yes, sir. I don't have to tell you, Captain. We don't condone these actions you are about to take. No, you don't have to tell me. Just try and stay out of the way and everything will work out fine. Phase-pistols on stun. Stun, sir? The Captain's instructions were quite explicit. It's a console, Ensign. It won't bite. No, it'll just scramble your molecules. Crewman? We've, uh... heard stories, sir. It might not be safe. I've heard the same stories. Now get up here. Coordinates set? Aye, sir. Then energize... before we change our minds. What is it? Some kind of energy fluctuation. We detected an energy surge. It came from this chamber. Perhaps you have faulty equipment. Or perhaps you have equipment we don't know about. Watch them. This is it. Most Vulcans smell of dust... but you're different. Something sure smells. Did you say something, pinkskin?! This can't be right. I'm detecting three new bio-signs... all human. Where are they? They're within 20 meters. Where?! I can't pinpoint the signal. Try boosting the proximity sensors. I've heard about your mating rituals. That Vulcan women force their men to fight each other to the death. Would you like me to kill someone for you? Leave her alone. Would you like me to kill him? Find them! They're very close. Will you be all right? Go ahead, I'll cover here. Keval! This way. Two of them got away. They went down into the catacombs. I hope you're pleased, Captain. You've turned a place of solitude into a war zone. Where are the phase-pistols? Here, sir. If he wakes up, stun him again. Let's go. I'm going with you. Violence is no longer our way. We must protect what is ours. They're down this passage... 30 meters. It leads to the Reliquary... Only members of the High Order are allowed to go inside. We'll do our best not to look at anything... I can't permit it, Captain. What would you suggest we do? I'll disarm them myself. You ever use one of those? I didn't think so. The Andorians have seen your sacred relics. A couple humans won't make much of a difference. Captain. Hold your fire! You might want to take a look at this! I don't believe this. Does that thing have imaging sensors? Yes. Take all the pictures you can. Place your weapons on the ground. I... will kill him if necessary. Give that to me. Violence in a sanctuary, Captain? Very disrespectful, but, boy, did it feel good. All this time they've been calling these monks liars and all this time they've been right. They've got enough equipment down there to see what any Andorian is having for eakfast. I've completed my scans. Give it to him. Sir? Give it to him. You got what you came for. Now get out of here. How do we know you won't attack our vessel? The Vulcans violated your treaty. Your people ought to know about it. You have a problem with that? Your communicator. T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. The Andorian ship will be leaving the surface momentarily. They're free to go. Acknowledged. We're in your debt. Thanks for the tour. 5 days of Hacking / Camping / Lectures Join May Contain MCH2022.org
Looks like we're going about warp 4.5. Human children have such fertile imaginations. Subcommander. These were sent by my nephew's fourth grade class. I thought the crew might like to see how excited folks back home are about our mission. I'm going to put this one up in Sick Bay. Would you like one for your quarters? This rendering is crude, yet surprisingly accurate. Huh... some of these kids are pretty talented. Which one do you want? This one's nice... or... maybe you want First Contact? Or... how about this one? We're dropping out of warp. For those of you who aren't near a window, you might want to find one. There's something pretty amazing off starboard. Senior staff, please report to the Bridge. I've checked the Vulcan database, sir. No previous sightings. That means we discovered it. Archer's Comet. Take us closer, Ensign. Aye, sir. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Ever seen anything like that in your astronomy books? Wow! That's one big snowball. The diameter is 82.6 kilometers. I always wanted to chase a comet. Maybe we should spend a few days following this one. Vulcan and human scientists have researched hundreds of comets. They've proven to be little more than rock and ice. Except this one's bigger than any comet humans have ever seen. Now, that's got to be worth a look. Stay with it, Travis. Aye, sir. Mmm! Milk. Cold. Catching up on your reading? I came for tea. Well, stay away from the Zariphean blend, unless you want to stay up for the next three days. Caffeine has little effect on Vulcan physiology. Green tea. Hot. You want to join me? I could use the company. I'm very tired. Tell me about it. Put out about a hundred fires in Engineering this afternoon and missed dinner. Then somebody told me Chef made a pecan pie and suddenly, my life ightened. It's been my favorite since I was a kid. Care for a bite? No, thank you. It's delicious. It's mostly sugar. Well, Vulcans don't have a sweet tooth? May not be good for the body, but it sure is good for the soul. Mmm! I feel better already. Must be a real page-turner. You all right? I'm fine, Commander. Good night. Sweet dreams. Eisilium? It's an extremely rare mineral. This comet appears to contain large quantities of it. I've never heard of eisilium. Vulcan chemists have only obtained small amounts. They've never been able to study it in detail. This could be your chance. Can we collect a sample with the transporter? Most of the eisilium deposits are at least 20 meters beneath the crust. That's too deep to get a lock. We've got the portable drilling rig, sir. The comet's certainly big enough to land on. We could take a shuttlepod. I'd advise setting down near one of the two poles. If you're out of direct sunlight, the surface ice will be more stable. How long would you need? Shouldn't take more than three or four hours. You up for a little comet walk? By all means. Get started. Captain. I'm detecting a vessel closing on our position. It's Vulcan. The Starship Ti'Mur. Hail them. This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. I'm Captain Vanik. Pleased to meet you. You're a long way from Earth, Captain. Are you lost? Not at all. Just taking a look at this comet. Our sensors detected it two days ago. We also decided to investigate. Really? My Science Officer tells me that Vulcans aren't very interested in comets. Actually, it's your interest in the comet we're investigating. We plan to send a drilling team to the surface to collect core samples. You're welcome to participate. If you have no objection, we'd like to remain here and observe. Stay as long as you want. T'Pol. I'd love to know what they're really doing here. You don't find anything strange about them suddenly showing up? Perhaps they're simply curious. Curious? That doesn't sound very Vulcan to me. This isn't the first time we've caught them lurking around. Remember three weeks ago? The planetary nebula? That was nothing more than a survey ship. So why didn't they respond to our hails? Why'd they go to warp when we headed toward them. I'm starting to get the feeling they're looking over our shoulder a little too often. That seems unlikely. We'll see. Fine. If Vanik is the kind of guy who likes to watch... let him. I've never stood on a comet before. Has anyone? Good question. I've only seen snow twice in my life. Well, then it's only fitting that we commemorate the occasion. You mean plant a flag? Ah, too predictable. Snowball fight. EV suits would take all the fun out of that. We'll just have to see how the spirit moves us when we get there. Commander, you wanted to see me? Take a look at something, will you? I've been running diagnostics and I found some kind of power surge in the transceiver array. Looks like an encrypted transmission. It came from the Vulcan ship. Who was it sent to? You're sure this was sent to her quarters? I wish I wasn't. Did she say anything to you about it? Not a word. We had an agreement. She promised not to speak to the Vulcans without telling me. Looks like she's having some trouble keeping her promises. Should I have Hoshi decrypt it? Tell her it's top priority. Whenever you're ready, Captain. You sure you want me here for this? I've got a lot of work to do. Stay put, Commander. This is important. Start the recording. To the students of Ms. Malvin's fourth grade class at the Worley Elementary School in Kenmare, County Kerry, Ireland. This is Captain Archer aboard the Starship Enterprise. On behalf of the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for your transmission. We all got a real kick out of your drawings and letters. You asked a lot of interesting questions. I wish we had time to answer all of them, but if we did that, we wouldn't get much exploring done. So, I've selected a few and hopefully our answers will give you a better idea of what life is like out here. Liam Brennan asks, What do you eat? For the most part, the same things you eat at home. Our chef can make anything from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to a... turkey with all the trimmings. We have a hydroponic greenhouse on board where we grow fruits and vegetables and we can also replicate certain foods with our protein resequencer. Here's one from Geoff Miles. Is dating allowed on Enterprise? Well, it's not discouraged, but there isn't a lot of privacy on a starship. Most of our crew share quarters with at least one other person, so, it wouldn't... exactly be practical. But if two crew members decided they really like each other, there are a lot of places they can go to look at the stars. Chloe O'Shannon wants to know, How do we talk to aliens? I think I'll give that one to my Communications Officer, Ensign Hoshi Sato. Well, Chloe, that's a very good question. We use a device called the Universal Translator. It's like an alien dictionary with hundreds of languages programmed into it and it can learn new languages very quickly... but it doesn't always work, and when that happens, it's up to me to try to translate. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, it can be really hard sometimes. One wrong word can mean the difference between saying Take my hand or Take my life. So far I've managed to do pretty well. Thanks, Hoshi. Here's one from Molly McCook. When you flush the toilet, where does it go? That sounds like an Engineering question so we'll ask Commander Charles Tucker, our Chief Engineer. Trip? Pause it, will you? A poop question, sir? Can't I talk about the warp reactor or the transporter? It's a perfectly valid question. First thing you've got to understand is we recycle pretty much everything on a starship. That includes... waste. The first thing that happens to the waste is it gets processed through a machine called a bio-matter resequencer. Then it gets oken down into... hold on. They're going to think I'm the sanitation engineer. You're doing fine. So, the waste is oken down into little molecules, and then they get transformed into any number of things we can use on the ship... Cargo containers, insulation... boots. You name it. Very enlightening, Commander. Ga ielle Witty wants to know if germs can live in space. Ah... I believe I can answer that, Captain. Hello, children. I'm Dr. Phlox, the Ship's Physician. I'm from a system called Denobula Triaxa and I feel very honored to be part of this important mission. Germs... Mm-hmm... they may be tiny, but they are among the most resilient organisms known to medical science. They can survive almost anywhere... On your kitchen counter, under your fingernail. In the vacuum of space, over 200 million space-dwelling microbes have been cataloged. One of the most virulent species lives inside grains of interstellar dust. Polycocyx astris. They can drift in a dormant state for millions of years and still cause a nasty cold. I once discovered a peculiar colony of spores on a hull... Thank you, Doctor. Fascinating. I think we've taken up enough of Ms. Malvin's classroom time. By the way, we've included some pictures of a comet we're studying. We think it might be the biggest one ever discovered by humans or Vulcans. That's what's so exciting about being on Enterprise. You never know what you're going to find next. We miss Earth, but hearing from you makes us all feel a little closer to home. Captain Archer out. How'd it go? The beauty of ice is that it records everything like a blank page. The farther down you drill, the farther back in time you go. Lieutenant? Yes? What do you think? Hand me the plasma torch. Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead, sir. How are you doing, Malcolm? We're just about to set the charges. I'm sure I don't need to remind you we're being observed. No, sir. We want this to go as smoothly as possible. Make a good impression. Right. So, tell me, who's the sculptor? It won't be there for long, sir. Archer out. Any luck? Sorry it took so long. The code was pretty complex. What's it say? It's in Vulcan. You'll have to run it through the translation matrix. You didn't read it? I didn't feel it would be right. Thanks. Come in. Well, we decrypted the message. And? It's not exactly what we expected. It's a letter. What did it say? It's personal. What do you mean? Very personal. Oh... You could order me to tell you, sir, but you wouldn't be happy if I did. Why the hell was it encrypted? That's what I want to know. Maybe Vulcans encrypt all their personal letters. All they had to do was send it through regular channels, mark it personal and we'd have left it alone, but, no, they had to encrypt it, force me to start snooping. I feel like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Let it go, Trip. I mean, come on, it was an honest mistake. Oh, I can't let it go. I got to tell her. How's that going to help? It's the right thing to do. At least I'll be able to look her in the eye without feeling guilty. You're a good man. You might want to take a phase-pistol with you. I might need one. Got a minute? In private. Excuse us, Crewman. Did you ever... Did you ever do anything totally by mistake that... you weren't very proud of? No. Did you ever... come across something that-that you thought was one thing, so you reacted in a certain way, but then it turned out to be something completely different? Your point, Commander? I found out about your message from the Vulcan ship. It was a personal matter. Why wasn't it sent through normal Starfleet channels? That takes time. The letter was important. So they sent it in code? Do you have any idea how suspicious that looked? You read my letter? Believe me, I don't feel very good about it. I have more letters in my quarters. Would you like to read those as well? I'm trying to apologize here. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain. Please report to my Ready Room. Has anyone else read the letter? No. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention it. I won't. I promise. I thought I'd invite Captain Vanik for a visit. If he's so interested in how we do things, he might as well come see for himself. Once he realizes we're not going to blow up the galaxy, maybe he'll leave us alone. I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture. Dinner's a good way to eak the ice. I was hoping you might give Chef some menu suggestions. Certainly. A little food, a little wine... Vulcans don't drink wine. You know what I mean. Just help me make him go away. When did these symptoms begin? Two days ago. Hmm. Perhaps you slept in an awkward position. I haven't slept. For two days? Something on your mind? It appears to be a tension headache. You know anything said between us is strictly confidential. Would you like to talk about what's troubling you? No. I don't know if there's anyone on this ship you would feel comfortable talking with, but, uh, if there is, it might feel good to get whatever's bothering you out in the open. This is a simple analgesic. I can give you something later to help you sleep this evening if you'd like. Thank you, Doctor. The ears are a nice touch. I thought so. We should get out more often. Don't get too comfortable. This landscape is about to change. Reed to Enterprise. Go ahead. Charges are set. Stand by. Inform the Vulcans we're about to make a very loud noise. Aye, sir. Archer to Reed. Yes, Captain? Blast away. Understood. Impressive. I was hoping for a little more symmetry. I'll get the drill. If I'm not mistaken, you're flying a Surok-class ship. You are not mistaken. You can get her up to what... 6, 6.5? 6.5. I'd love to get a look inside those nacelles. Our warp systems are classified. A few years back, I was a guest aboard a Maymora-class ship. The Yarahla. Captain Tok. Do you know him? Not personally. We made a run to a dark-matter nebula. I helped set up the graviton telescope. Most fun I've ever had on a spacewalk. Those Vulcan EV suits are something else... like you're flying around inside your own little starship. You're easily impressed. Something wrong with your Pok Tar? No. If it's not to your liking, I'm sure our chef can prepare you something else. I've already eaten. Hope you saved room for dessert. After dinner... I thought you might like to take a look around. Enterprise may not be Surok-class, but she's quite a ship. Perhaps another time. Tea? I only drink water. Ah. You know, for people who claim to not be explorers, you sure do get around. I hope our presence here is not proving inconvenient. On the contrary, it's nice to know no matter how big the universe is, there's always a Vulcan ship nearby. So, Captain... tell us about yourself. Excuse me? On Earth, it's customary to exchange personal information with someone you've just met. We have this peculiar habit of actually talking during meals. I've noticed. What would you like to know? I don't know. Where were you born? How long have you been Captain? Any... hobbies? I've served in the Vulcan Space Program for 76 years, 15 of those commanding the Ti'Mur. I believe this is Captain Vanik's first visit aboard an Earth vessel. We'd be happy to answer any questions you might have. I have none. Humans have never held much interest for me. Well, where did the time go? Seems like you just got here. I'm sure you're eager to get back to your ship, so I'll trouble you with just one last question. How long do you plan on spying on us? If we were spying, Captain, you would've never detected our presence. Your inexperience and your arrogance are your enemies, not us. Please show Captain Vanik to the Launch Bay. Shanshot tulara komosh. What'd he say? Hmm. Captain, you should take a look at this. Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead, sir. How's it going? We hit a layer of magnesite and we've cracked a drill bit, but we've replaced it. You may want to pick up the pace a little. Sir? The comet's rotational axis shifted when you set off those charges. In about two hours, the shuttlepod will be facing the star. The temperature's going to shoot up by a couple hundred degrees. I want you out of there before then. We'll be done with time to spare, sir. Be sure you are. Archer out. Come in. Decide to tell me what Vanik said? Please, sit down. I've never seen your quarters before. Cozy. You know you're not supposed to have an open flame on the ship. I was given permission from the Captain. They're for meditation. So... what can I do for you? Dr. Phlox believes that it might help if I was to discuss my problem with someone I felt comfortable confiding in. You... want to talk to me? Well, I, um... I'm not sure I'm going to be much help. I mean, I've only been in three relationships and they all went bust. Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk to Hoshi or Ensign Kimball? She's married. You were far from my first choice, but speaking with someone else would mean more people knowing about my situation. I'll do anything I can. What's your problem? You read the letter. Yes. Then you know that unless I leave Enterprise immediately, my wedding plans will be canceled. Have you talked to... Koss. Have you talked to Koss about all this? We haven't spoken in many years. Marriages on Vulcan are arranged during childhood. I've only met Koss four times. How can you be in love with a guy you've only met four times? It's assumed that we'd eventually develop an affection for one another. So his parents send you an ultimatum? He doesn't have a say? His parents planned the union. It's their decision. Boy... where I come from, arranged marriages went out with slavery. Are you going to give me advice or criticize my people's tradition? I'm still a little fuzzy on why they threatened to call it off in the first place. The ceremony was supposed to take place next week. When I decided to remain on Enterprise, I requested a postponement. Koss' parents were insulted that I would put off our plans to serve on a human vessel. Well, Vanik can take you home. Why don't you go marry Koss, then come back? It's customary for a husband and wife to reside together for at least one Vulcan year. Maybe he can come to Enterprise. He's an architect. It would be illogical for him to live aboard a starship. This whole thing sounds illogical. Your advice, Commander. What do you want to do? That is irrelevant. No, it's not. It's very relevant. Do you want to go back and marry this guy, spend a year with him, ten years, a hundred years, or do you want to stay on Enterprise? I have an obligation. You've got an obligation to yourself. You've spent the last year around humans. If there's one thing you should've learned, it's that we're free to make our own decisions. There's a lot to be said for personal choice. If you'd spent the last year on Vulcan, you would've learned that our commitment to tradition outweighs personal choice. I respect your customs, but this marriage was arranged when you were a kid. A lot's happened since then; people change. Vulcans don't. Really? My obligation is to my culture, my heritage. It has to take precedence. Sounds to me like you already made up your mind. Why the hell did you ask me here? It was a mistake. I apologize. Did it ever occur to you that you might've postponed the wedding because subconsciously you wanted to get out of it? That would imply that my subconscious mind controls my decisions. It doesn't. Well, it happens to humans all the time. Maybe you're picking up some of our bad habits. Travis! I'm okay. Oh! What? My knee. You rest here. I'm all right. Okay. Well, let's get you to the pod. I'll come back for the gear if there's time. At least take the core sample. We shouldn't go back to the ship empty-handed. Almost there. It might be faster without the suits. Yes, and a lot colder. What's that? I hope I never see snow again. You all right? We should have never ignited the thrusters. Well, it's not like we had a choice. Reed here. You two okay? More or less. How far did we drop? About 18 meters. We'll get you out of there. Just give us a few minutes. We're not going anywhere. Bring the grappler on line. The mouth of that chasm's a little narrow. I'll get you in close enough. Do you see them? Bring us in another 50 meters. Two meters starboard. A little more. The Vulcan ship is hailing us. Take a message; I'm busy. Captain Vanik wants to know if we require assistance. Tell him we've got everything under control. There. Right there. Synchronize to the rotation. Almost got it. One hit, one miss. One'll be fine. Reel them in. The pod's hit an outcropping. It's wedged in. Take us a few meters to port. We might be able to pull them around it. Those eisilium deposits are disrupting the maglock. I'm losing them. Ease them back down. They've fallen another nine meters. Let's try it again. Captain, they're moving out of the sunlight. The surface ice is re-crystallizing. In less than an hour, that chasm'll be sealed up again. Then we'd better hurry. There is another option. Captain Vanik. I'd rather leave him out of this. His ship has a tractor beam. It won't be affected by the eisilium. Reset the grappler. Vanik offered to assist us. There's no shame in accepting. We can do this on our own. I don't like him any more than you do, Captain, but a tractor beam sounds like a pretty good idea right now. Vanik expects you to refuse his offer. He sees humans as arrogant, prideful. Why not prove him wrong? You can save them, or you can let your pride stand in the way. You're human. You're free to choose. They've got us. Go ahead, Enterprise. This is Captain Vanik of the Vulcan ship Ti'Mur. Stand by to ignite your engines and return to your ship. I thought you might want to take a look at the data we collected. You helped us ing it back. It's the least we can do. As your Science Officer told you, we have little interest in comets. That tractor beam of yours is quite something. Any chance we could take a look at the specifications? That information is classified. I thought it might be. We'll be leaving within the hour. Is there anything else we can help you with? You've done more than enough. See you around. You don't have much time. I assume you're all packed. Captain? With your permission, I'd like to transmit a message to the Ti'Mur, to send to Vulcan. Go right ahead. Thank you. What was that all about? It's personal.
Morning, everyone. Morning, sir. Morning, sir. What have we got today? We've detected several phenomenon. A J'ral-class supernova remnant approximately three light-years off our course. That's interesting. What else? A cluster of three neutron stars... very unusual. How about that? Three stone-cold stars. Pretty exciting, huh? Anything else? There is... one other thing might be worth swinging by to take a look. A Minshara-Class planet... about four and a half light-years away. Any life signs? Only about 500 million. If our scans are right, it looks like there's a whole civilization down there. You might have put that on the top of the list. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Put us into orbit at 500 kilometers. I'm not picking up any other ships or satellites. Should we hail them? Who? I'm picking up dozens of cities on each continent. Let's hold off a second. We don't know whether they're using high-band frequencies or smoke signals. The latter's more likely. I'm not detecting any EM transmissions. Preindustrial? Let's take a closer look. Do you see that? Just off the coast. I've got it. Looks like an old clipper ship. Yeah, it's almost like traveling back in time. I cannot wait to get down there. I'd advise against that. It's standard protocol to wait until a society develops warp drive before initiating first contact. Those are Vulcan protocols, not human. Starfleet would be wise to adopt them. There's no way to know how our arrival would affect the evolution of their society. So, what are you suggesting we do? Our sensors can gather a great deal of data from orbit. Give me a tighter view of the city, Hoshi. Can you get tight enough to see their faces? Freeze that. They don't look so different. What do you think, Trip? I think you're right, Captain. You'd be recognized immediately as outsiders. Not if we look like them. Starfleet could have sent a probe out here to make maps and take pictures, but they didn't. They sent us... so that we could explore... with our own senses. You okay? The acoustic relay is picking up dozens of languages. I could spend the next 10 years studying this place. Well, let's hear some of it. It'll take a while to work out a translation matrix for all of them. We'll be able to narrow it down for you once we pick a landing site. I did find one word you might want to remember... Akaali. It's the name of their species. A farm? It's remote and sparsely populated. If you're exposed, there's a reduced risk of cultural contamination. This must be why aliens are always landing in cornfields. So... who do we send first? It should stand up to scrutiny. As long as you don't, uh, look too close, hmm? Here. See for yourself. It itches. Uh-uh-uh! You mustn't touch it, Ensign. The irritation will subside. Are you sure I'm the right person for this? If the translator goes down, you'll be able to handle yourself better than any of us. The anterior crests aren't quite symmetrical. I'll just add a little more definition to the right side... We don't need it to be too perfect. Of course, Captain. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Please report to the Bridge. Is there a problem? I'm detecting neutrino emissions from a city on the eastern continent. What's causing it? Possibly an antimatter reactor. These people don't even have indoor plumbing. Maybe some of them are more advanced than others. Or maybe we're not the first visitors. What about nonindigenous bio-signs? I'm not reading any, but at this range it's hard to be certain. Trip, T'Pol, let's head down to Sick Bay. Let the Quartermaster know we'll need three more sets of clothing. My feet would be a lot happier in my own boots. What's this? Identification papers. Everyone in the city has to carry them. T'Pol... T'Pol. Over here. I've got it, too. The reactor's about eight meters under this building. Looks like some kind of curio shop. I guess we'll have to wait till morning. There could be a lot more people around then. Might be easier to get a look at this thing tonight. Except we're on the wrong side of this door. Not for long. 78 light-years to get here... and our first act is eaking and entering. Maybe you don't have to mention this part in your log. Trip. Going as fast as I can. Archer to T'Pol. Go ahead, Captain. I think we've found what we're looking for. Acknowledged. We'll meet you at your coordinates. Back here. The neutrino emissions are off the meter. It's got to be through here. It's some kind of magnetic barrier. Can you disable it? I'll try. Who are you? What did you do to that door? Nothing. Honest. I want to know what you're doing here. You don't need to point that weapon at us. We're... collectors. We're picking up an antique. A real collector would have waited until the shop was open. You're not here to pick up any antiques. I've been watching this shop for weeks. I know all about your evening deliveries. Deliveries? People are getting sick. Some are even dying because of what's going on in here. Did you know that? Move away from the door. Was that necessary? She was armed. Let's try not to shoot anyone else while we're here, okay? I'll try. The reactor signature's coming from the other side of that door, but it's protected by some kind of energy field. We should go. It'll be dawn soon. What about her? We can't just leave her here. Hoshi. Her name's Riaan. She's an apothecary. I'll meet you back at the shuttle. What did you do to me? Nothing. You... just collapsed. That's the second lie you've told me. You're not very good at it. Why did you ing me back here? Did Garos tell you to? Are you working for him? Garos? You don't know who I'm talking about? He owns the shop you oke into. I'm not working for anyone. I just wanted to make sure you got home all right. Wait. If you don't work for him, what were you doing in there? There's something strange going on in that shop. I don't know what exactly, but I'm trying to figure it out. I'm an investigator... from another city. Which city? Who sent you? I can't tell you any more than that. Not right now. I suppose telling me nothing is better than another lie. My colleague's waiting for me. I've got to go. You said something about a sickness. I wanted to come back tomorrow and talk to you about it. Will you be here? You didn't tell me your name. Jon. Jon. How far away is this city? Even if we flatten the building with a torpedo barrage, it probably wouldn't make a dent in that energy field. What about the shop itself? Can you scan underneath it? That's strange. Sensors aren't picking up anything under the shop... no basement, no bedrock. It's like the building's sitting on nothing at all. There must be some kind of dampening field in place. Keep your sensors locked on that shop. If you notice anything else out of the ordinary, let me know right away. Understood. That woman... Riaan... Said something about people getting sick. I think we may have seen some of them. Mottled skin, lesions on their faces. If we can get one of these people to the ship, Dr. Phlox might be able to tell us what's wrong with them. I'd advise against that. If I'm not mistaken, the fear of alien abduction caused a great deal of apprehension on your planet for centuries. Perhaps we should talk to the shopkeeper first. Welcome, gentlemen. If I don't have what you're looking for, I'm certain I can find someone who does. Can I help you? We noticed the antiques in the window. My friend here is an amateur collector. Were you looking for something in particular? Um... These are interesting. You won't find a more varied collection in the entire city. This is the pride of my entire collection. Who's it supposed to be? Draylan, the mythical ruler of the afterworld. Oh... You're not from this province, are you? No. And neither are you. Your DNA doesn't match any other life-form on this planet. Nor does yours. I see why you have a fondness for masks. Who are you? I'm Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We're explorers from the planet Earth. Earth? I've never heard of it. How did you know I was here? We picked up the signature from your reactor. Now that you know who we are, maybe you could tell us what you're doing here. I'm an explorer as well. At least, I used to be. I'm from the Malurian System. Two years ago, I led a survey mission to study the Akaali. We had no plans to remain here, but, after a few months, I found myself quite taken with these people. So, I decided to stay. If you enjoy the simple life so much, why do you have an antimatter reactor in your basement? There's nothing nefarious about it, I assure you. The reactor powers a fa ication device. It allows me to make food and clothing. I don't know if you've heard, but there's an illness spreading through this area. Some people seem to think you're the cause of it. I see you've met our apothecary. You know her? She's been making baseless accusations against me for months. There's a lethal virus spreading among the Akaali, but it's indigenous. I certainly didn't ing it here. Unfortunately, these people don't have the medical technology to cure it. So this woman blames the newcomer, me. If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to take a look at this reactor of yours. Perhaps some other time, Captain. Excuse me. Welcome. If I don't have what you're looking for, I'm certain I can find someone who does. Gentlemen. His reactor's got an awful lot of power for a fa ication device. He could probably feed and clothe half the continent with it. Archer to T'Pol. Go ahead. How soon can you meet us? Yes? Hello again. Hello. Who's your friend? Her name's T'Pol. She's helping me investigate Garos' shop. You two have something in common. T'Pol is a scientist, as well. Your facility is impressive. Would you mind? If you're careful not to touch anything. You two are from the same province? Not exactly. Must be difficult to make friends when you keep so much to yourself. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be evasive. Yes, you do. Turn down that flame, please. I was hoping you could tell us a little bit more about this illness. Why don't you tell me why you were in Garos' shop? We were trying to get into the basement. We think... there's some kind of machine there, something he's not supposed to have. What kind of machine? We're not sure, but it may be indirectly connected to this epidemic. If you tell us what you know, we might be able to help. I can't tell you much. People are dying, and I can't determine why. Drop this in the water, carefully. I learned of the epidemic about 18 months ago. My other was one of the first victims. I'm sorry. At first, I thought it was some kind of airborne contagion. But it never spread beyond this part of the city. I've sampled the soil, the water. I can't find anything out of the ordinary. Why do you believe this Garos is involved? The first cases occurred here... a few hundred meters from his shop. That was just one month after he arrived. You said something about evening deliveries. Every few nights, someone carries crates from his shop to different places outside the city. When I've gone back in the morning, the crates are gone. Hand me that? That's why you were watching his shop? You thought we were there for the crates. What is that? Tea. Would you like some? Jon, may I speak with you? I'd love a cup. Did you get what you need? Mm-hmm. I should return to the ship and begin my analysis. All right, you and the others head back. What about you? I'll stay here, see if I can learn more about Garos and these shipments. The longer you remain, the more you risk cultural contamination. These people are suffering from something a lot worse than cultural contamination. We've got to find out what it is. Enjoy your tea. Quite impressive. Did you say this is a preindustrial society? Yes. Hmm. Her methods may be unrefined, but this woman is using forensic techniques far more sophisticated than I would have expected. Isn't it extraordinary? Thousands of sentient species in our little corner of the cosmos. Each one discovering science in their own unique way. Had this woman been born on Vulcan or Earth, I'm sure she would have made a fine physician. Ah. Ah, here's our culprit. The water sample's contaminated with tetracyanate 6-2-2. I'm not familiar with it. Uh, it's a synthetic compound, primarily used as an industrial lu icant. Usually under the strictest safety protocols. It's quite toxic. Could this be responsible for the epidemic? If it's managed to seep into the groundwater, absolutely. I'll notify the Captain. Samples from three new subjects indicate no... Did you say something? Sorry. I mutter what I'm writing sometimes. It's an old habit. I have a similar one. I talk to my dog. My mother bought me a tusorop ko once, but it tuproya plo dak. What was that? Deshi teeg ti'lat mokel. Proyal nil'shan teeg? Ti'lat. Proyal nil'shan teeg...? Tishik a'plal? Are you all right? All right? I'm all right. Someone was walking this way, but he turned and went around the corner. I thought if we pretended to be... I understand. Vikash nol meton. Putav nol. I want you to head back. Not before I see what's in those crates. Help me open this. Move! Have you ever seen anything like that? Actually... I have. Stay here. Jon! It's all right. He's not dead. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, Jon? If your ship can travel to so many stars, then why would you come here? To meet you. Me? Not you, personally, but your people. Why? We're so backward, compared to you. If you take away our technology, we're not that different. Come on. They're mining some kind of veridium isotope. Veridium is primarily used to manufacture explosives. I'm not surprised. Did you find any traces of tetracyanate? Their drill bits are saturated with it. We've got to shut this all down. The reactor seems to be powering the entire operation, but I can't use my phase pistol. I'd risk blowing up half the city. Captain, let me come down there and take a crack at it. I doubt that we have that much time. Our best shot is the transporter. I'll see what I can do about disengaging that dampening field. Give me a few minutes. Understood. I don't suppose you read Malurian. Can't you use your device? It wasn't designed for that. What are we looking for? There's an energy field surrounding the shop. It's keeping my ship from seeing what's in here. One of these controls should turn it off. Here. What? This is Tengala Street. Here's the shop. This outline could have something to do with the energy field. Wait! What are you doing? If the blue line represents the dampening field, this blue button should control it. What about the yellow dots? What about them? How do we know they don't represent the field? Maybe it's the yellow button. The blue one's lit. That's what worries me. We could debate this all day. Blue or yellow? Blue. There's a ship approaching. From where? It must have been in a geosynchronous orbit on the other side of the planet. I'm picking up multiple weapon platforms. They're armed to the teeth. We're being hailed from the surface. The Captain? I don't think so. On screen. I suggest you leave this system at once or my ship will open fire. I want to speak with Captain Archer. That won't be possible. He's dead. The ship's firing! My vessel is capable of firing ten of those charges simultaneously. Again, I suggest you eak orbit. How did you learn about this facility, Captain? Was it from a somewhat ugly Tellarite merchant perhaps? I told you... we detected your reactor from orbit. I forgot... you're explorers. We're trying to help these people. What you're doing here is contaminating their water supply. There are 500 million Akaali on this planet. A few thousand won't be missed. I'm willing to let you go, provided you promise not to return. We've instructed your ship to send down a launch vehicle to take you and the woman. She belongs here. Believe me, she'll be better off on your ship. Now, step away from the control panel, Captain. If anyone walks through either of these doors, aim this, and pull the trigger. They're recharging weapons. Prepare to leave orbit on my order. Belay that. Keep this ship right where it is. I don't have to reiterate that I outrank you, Mr. Tucker. Ensign. Engineering. Billy, stand by to vent the nacelles on my order. Yes, sir. We're not going anywhere. I didn't say leave orbit. I said prepare to leave orbit. I have no intention of abandoning the Captain, dead or alive. The dampening field's down. Anything? I've got a fix on it. Transfer the coordinates. The forward hull plating's depolarizing. Evasive maneuvers. Keep us within transporter range. I'll try. Return fire. They've got some kind of energy shielding. Our weapons are ineffective. It's the Captain. Put him through. How's it going up there? A Malurian vessel's opened fire. We're taking damage. And the reactor? We're trying to get a lock on it now. Are you all right? He said you'd been killed. Don't worry about me. Just get the reactor. Jon... We've lost lateral thrusters. Commander Tucker, status? This would be a lot easier if you'd stop rocking the boat. How long? I've almost got a lock. I can't shake them. Even if we get the reactor, how are we going to keep them from taking it back? If they want it so badly, perhaps we should give it to them. I've got a lock. Starboard tube's loaded. Stand by to go to full impulse. Now, Commander. Fire. Their shielding is down. Come about, Ensign. Target their weapons array. The oil lamp. What about it? There should be at least a liter of residic oil in the container below it. Residic oil ignites at 398 degrees. You wouldn't happen to have anything that gets that hot? Archer. The reactor's been destroyed, Captain, and we've disarmed the Malurian ship. Should we disable their engines? No. They're about to leave. But first, they need to pick up three passengers. Archer out. I don't think you're going to have time to pack up your shop. Captain's Starlog, July 31, 2151. We've removed the mining equipment from under the shop. As far as we can tell, none of the Akaali knows what really happened... with one exception. Tell them to take the entire dose. Just one? That's all they'll need. What if Garos comes back? I've notified T'Pol's people. They're going to look in on you from time to time. They could stop by for tea. You bet. It's probably best if you... keep all this to yourself. Who'd believe me anyway? Where is your starship headed now? There are lots of inhabited planets to see. But I doubt many will be this memorable. Is your translator oken again? I'm sorry? I don't understand a word you're saying.
Hauled down in the corner of the end zone... touchdown! I'd like to see you make that catch with the gravity plating at Earth sea level. I doubt you could throw the ball ten meters on Earth. One more reason not to go. Did you find out what was causing that vi ation in Module Two? The cargo handlers at Jupiter Station... They didn't balance the load. Shaw and I, we, uh... we trimmed it out. Keep an eye on it. Bridge to Captain Keene. We're under attack, sir. It's the Nausicaans. Drop out of warp, charge the plasma cannon... It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Archer. Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I have an incoming transmission from Starfleet Command. It's Admiral Forrest. Put him through. Yes, sir. Admiral... good to see you. You, too, Jon... what I can make out. We're getting ready to deploy the first subspace amplifier. Should clear up reception a bit. Whatever you have to do to keep those reports coming. The scans of that comet were incredible. Something tells me you didn't call at 4:00 in the morning to talk about comets. I hate to do this to you, Jon, but we're turning you around. Sir? We picked up an automated distress signal from a cargo freighter... The ECS Fortunate. The nearest Starfleet vessel is three weeks away at its maximum warp, but you could be there in a day and a half. What's the problem? We're not sure. They're not responding to hails. I'd like you to check this out give them any assistance they need. We're on our way. Forrest out. I think our day's going to start a little early. The Earth Cargo Ship Fortunate. Y-class freighter, maximum speed: warp 1.8, crew complement: 23. Not counting newborn babies. Ensign? I grew up on a J-class. A little smaller, but the same basic design. And one thing I can tell you is that at warp 1.8, you've got a lot of time on your hands between ports. That's how my parents wound up with me. Do you have any helpful information on this vessel beyond its... recreational activities? For example, what kind of weapons they carry. Well, typically nothing more than a low-yield plasma cannon. But most freight-haulers would've upgraded the first chance they got. Why's that? Think about it. You're a dozen light-years from home with 20 kilotons of dilithium ore in your hold, armed with nothing but a popgun for shooting oncoming meteors. What would you do? I'm reading hull damage. Their warp reactor's off-line and most of their primary systems are down. Any other ships in the region? None, Captain. Open a channel. Fortunate, this is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. Fortunate, please respond. Their com systems may be down. I'm reading 24 bio-signs. Have Dr. Phlox meet us in the Launch Bay. Easy does it. There's a lot of de is out here. Aye, sir. Some of it doesn't appear to be from the Fortunate. On the ight side, I'm only picking up inorganic material... no bodies. Main hatch is damaged. No chance we'll get a positive seal. There should be an auxiliary hatch on the port side. Permission to come aboard. Granted. I'm Matthew Ryan, First Officer. Jonathan Archer, Captain of the Enterprise. Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. What happened here? Nausicaans. They tried to board us. We managed to fight them off, but not before we took a few uises. Nausicaans? Pirates, sir. They've been attacking freighters in this sector for years. My parents had a run-in with them once. They were lucky to come out of it alive. Your parents ran freight? Still do. An old J-class... The Horizon. I've got repair teams standing by. What can we do? Oh, we can handle this ourselves, Captain, but thank you. If you didn't need our help, why did you send out a distress call? One of our younger crew members panicked, hit the emergency beacon. With our com down, we had no way to tell Starfleet to ignore it. Where's your Captain? He was wounded in the attack. I'm in command until he's back on his feet. I'm sorry we took valuable time away from your mission. Mr. Ryan, I'm a physician. If your Captain or anyone else is hurt, it wouldn't be right for me to leave without seeing them. He's got a lot more experience than any freighter medic I know. We've come an awfully long way. It would be a shame to turn around without lending a hand. Is he going to die? Not any time soon. The Nausicaan weapon disrupted his neural pathways. I've started him on a cortical regeneration, but it'll take some time. How long? Two days, maybe three. Since we have to stick around, we... might as well help you get your ship up and running. That's all right. I understand you're used to doing things on your own, but we're here. Use us. We might be able to upgrade your hull plating, your weapons. Couldn't hurt the next time you run into these Nausicaans. The sooner you're back at warp, the sooner that cargo you're hauling gets to where it's supposed to go. You're letting them send over more people? A few engineers, that's all. We can't have people crawling all over the place. We'll keep them where they're supposed to be. And what if they find it? What do you want me to do, throw them off the ship? Anything? Keep at it. I want those codes. Trip will get a kick out of this. It's older than he is. The Quartermaster won't have anything like it, but Engineering should be able to make one for you. We've got our own machine shop. I'm sure your guys have their hands full. We're happy to do it. That's a transporter. Enterprise came with all the trimmings. I've read about them. Have you been through it? Not yet. Most of the crew's afraid, but I'm kind of curious to try it out. They say that for a split second, you can actually feel yourself in both places at once. Why do you think I want to try it? So, you were on the Horizon? I was born on her. Halfway between Draylax and Vega Colony. How do your parents feel about you leaving? I've still got my sister and her husband aboard the Horizon, but I know my dad expected me to take over at some point. Then why'd you leave? I had to figure out where I wanted to spend the rest of my life, and I was pretty sure it wasn't on the Draylax-Vega run. Besides, the Horizon didn't have transporters to play with. These valve seals are shot. We'll have to synthesize some new ones. Give me about 40 minutes? If you want, our resident boomer here can give you a tour. Thanks. I've already seen most of the ship. You missed the best part... The only warp 5 engine in the Fleet. I've heard about it. Once they get installed in the next generation of freighters, they'll change a whole lot of things. Even with a warp 3 engine, you'd be able to cut a five-year cargo run down to six months. Warp 1.8 works just fine for us. Any faster, and there'd be no time to enjoy the trip. Save room for dessert. Homemade ice cream. You eat this well all the time? Chef's the best in Starfleet. I heard the Captain had to call in a lot of favors to get him on board. It's good you stayed away from the resequenced meat loaf. They still haven't gotten that right. Resequenced? This tastes real. That's because it is. Know the last time I had a steak? 18 months ago. All we got left now are hydroponics and nutri-paks. I remember those. What did we used to call them? Mystery Meals. Mystery Meals. My dad was a pretty good cook. He could do magical things with those nutri-paks. Whenever it was someone's birthday and my mother would bake a cake, we knew better than to ask what it was made of. Didn't stop you from eating it. No way. Your parents on the Fortunate? No. They were on the, um, North Star. Were you on board? Yeah, I was one of the survivors. I went to the Fortunate after that. I'm sorry. Running freight's dangerous. You ever think about doing something else? You mean join Starfleet? Food's not bad. Was this premeditated? Buy me lunch and give me the recruiting pitch? No, but you've spent more time in space than most Starfleet Captains. There are three more NX-class ships on the drawing boards. They're going to need experienced people. If Starfleet gets all the good crews, who does that leave to run the freighters? Don't worry. Not everybody's going to go. You did. You think leaving the Horizon was easy for me? That I just took off because I got tired of the food? That ship was my home. So, why'd you leave it? Why did you abandon your family? Being in Starfleet is the best thing that ever happened to me. My parents weren't happy I left, but they respected my decision. Did they? Or were they just saying what you wanted to hear, so you wouldn't feel guilty? Commander Tucker should be done with my valve assembly by now. Thanks for lunch. Come on. Why is power being rerouted from internal sensors to the weapon systems? Maybe you didn't notice. We were in a battle. The battle is over. I'll remove the bypass. Uh, that's all right. You can just leave it. Ready or not, here I come. Have you seen Nadine? No. Have you seen Nadine? I'm sorry, I don't know which child is named Nadine. Thanks. I just told him the truth. T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. The repairs are almost finished, Captain. Acknowledged. But there is something I need to speak to you about in private. Those engine parts Mr. Tucker gave you working out okay? Some of the connections were off by a few microns, but they should be fine. Good. Dr. Phlox tells me Captain Keene's condition is improving. Well, he's still unconscious, but the burns are healing. Thanks to your doctor. Anything else we can do? Thanks, but, uh, we're anxious to get underway. Good-bye, Captain. There's one other question I'd like to ask you. Are there only humans on board your ship? I think one of the kids has a Tenebian skunk as a pet, if that's what you mean. It isn't. T'Pol's scanner picked up a Nausicaan bio-sign. Are you saying we've got a stowaway? You know that's not what we're saying. Why don't you tell us what's going on over there? Well, what are you talking about? My bio-scans indicated this Nausicaan was injured. Okay. Not that it's any of your business, but there is a Nausicaan aboard. He's my prisoner. What gives you the right to take prisoners? They have been attacking our ship for months, stealing our cargo. They nearly killed my Captain. Now, what gives them the right to do that? I want to see him. And what would you do, hmm? Take him back to Nausicaa? They'd probably give him a medal. What do you plan to do with him? That is my business. Starfleet doesn't have any jurisdiction over what goes on aboard my ship. You're right. But there is one thing I do have jurisdiction over. Archer to Tucker. Go ahead, Captain. I want you to remove all the spare parts and equipment you installed on the Fortunate. Sir? You heard me, Trip. You wouldn't do that. Watch me. He's in there. Where? He's tied up over there. I'm reading one bio-sign, but it's not Nausicaan. Don't do this. Get down. Under the circumstances, I defer to your experience. Ryan? You're making a big mistake. Go. Captain, there's a each. Ryan! What was that? What the hell's going on over there? There are four bio- signs on the module. It's the away team. Tucker to Captain Archer. Are you all right? We're fine. I don't want the Fortunate leaving. Understood. Hail them. No response. They're charging weapons. Polarize the hull plating. The Fortunate has fired its weapons. Trip, report. They're getting a little trigger-happy, sir. Stand by. Load starboard tubes three and four. Target their engines. Aye, sir. They've jettisoned our pod. Their warp drive's coming on line. Fire. Enterprise to Archer. How you doing, Trip? We're okay, sir. We didn't take too much damage, but the Fortunate just went to warp. Follow them. Captain, considering our rate of decompression, I'd suggest Enterprise retrieve us as quickly as possible. Belay that, Trip. Send a shuttlepod over here to pick us up. We've sprung a leak. On our way. We're trying to track their warp trail, but their plasma cannon knocked out our long-range sensors. How long till they're back on line? Mr. Tucker says at least four hours. We don't know where they are, but we know who they're looking for. The Nausicaans. Ryan's after revenge, sir. A very primitive emotion, but it would explain his irrational behavior. It's rational to him. Those pirates attacked his ship. That's his family. If we want to find the Fortunate, we need to find the Nausicaans. The frequencies. You're not very skilled at interrogation. I could give you some lessons. Give me the frequencies. You know my shipmates will come for me. I'm counting on it. That wasn't so difficult, was it? You nearly killed him. Remodulate the weapons. What about the Nausicaan? Keep him locked up. We might still need him. We've got what we wanted. Let's just get him off the ship. How? An escape pod. Mm-hmm. So his friends can pick him up? And he could tell them to change their shield modulations? What was the point of all this? I've been asking myself the same question. We've always dealt with the Nausicaans without taking hostages or beating information out of them. If we don't show them that we're serious, they're never going to leave us alone. How would the Captain want us to handle this? I'm responsible for this ship now and I need to know that you're going to help me do whatever it takes to protect her. We've taken enough casualties. It's time we start inflicting some of our own. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've picked up a faint warp trail that could be the Fortunate, but we won't know for sure until our long-range sensors are back on line. Anything? Mmm... no. Try bypassing circuit L-47. Aye, sir. I don't know what's going on with that guy. I can understand taking on those pirates. I probably would have done the same thing. But firing on a Starfleet vessel... He's got a lot more than pirates to worry about now. I never thought I'd see a Y-class running from any ship I was on. When I was growing up on the Horizon, anything that happened on board, you handled yourself. If someone on the crew got into a fight, you just worked it out. You took care of your own. If Starfleet suddenly showed up and told my father what he could and couldn't do on his own ship... Things are changing. Ryan's going to have to figure that out. Maybe he already has and he just doesn't like it. Got it. Sensors are back on line. Come in. Do you have a minute, sir? I think I can squeeze you in. What's on your mind, Travis? Permission to speak freely, sir? Anytime. I'm worried that we're not handling the situation the right way. Go on. You know I'd never question your orders. You served on one of those freighters. I want to hear your opinion. Maybe Ryan's right. Maybe this isn't any of our business. If he doesn't want our help, why force it on him? So you think we should just let Ryan take on the Nausicaans? Don't underestimate a freighter crew, sir. My father never ran into any trouble he couldn't handle himself, Nausicaans included. So, what happens to the Nausicaans? Sir? Suppose Ryan finds the ship that attacked him. Maybe it's been damaged, and the Fortunate is more than a match for them. What do you think Ryan'll do? He'd probably try to blow them out of the sky. I don't know about you, Travis, but that doesn't sit right with me. Human beings have a code of behavior that applies whether they're Starfleet officers or space boomers. And it isn't driven by revenge. Just because someone isn't born on Earth doesn't make him any less human. You're right, sir. I suppose I should understand that more than anyone. Any other orders of mine you'd like to question? Not today, sir. Thank you, sir. Are you sure? I've seen that hull signature enough times. The new shield frequencies? Loaded and standing by. I'll ing the cannons on line. Drop out of warp. They're just sitting there... A hundred kilometers ahead, near a small asteroid. Put it on the viewer. They've seen us. Lay in an intercept course. Full impulse. We're closing. 20 kilometers. Uh, t-they're firing. The hull plating is holding. Can you get a weapons lock? We're out of range. Then get us into range. Ten kilometers. Nine. Cannons locked on target. Return fire. Ah, they've gone behind the asteroid. I've lost the lock. This must be where they off-load stolen cargo. I'm getting us out of here. Hold your course. Ryan...! We still have their shield frequencies. Lock weapons on the first ship, and fire. Again. No effect. Are you sure you programmed the right frequencies? I used the ones he gave us. Go to warp. The reactor is off-line. Full impulse, then. Hull plating to maximum. We've lost impulse! They're hailing us. Our scans show you have one of our crewmen aboard. I assume you're here to return him. He's our prisoner. He won't be for long. They've latched on to us. Captain, long-range scans are detecting weapons fire. Who's doing the shooting? It's difficult to be sure at this distance, sir. Looks like some kind of plasma discharge. I can't rule out our boomer friends. Lay in a course. Aye, sir. They're in the access corridor, Section D. How many? Three. Pass out weapons. We know what they're after. Why not just let them have him? We fought them off before. We can do it again. That was one ship, not three. Weapons. We should pull back! Go! It's the Fortunate, sir, and three smaller ships. Nausicaans. Polarize the hull plating. Drop us out of warp. Are we in range? 200,000 kilometers ahead. Put it up. There are four Nausicaan bio-signs on board the Fortunate and I'm detecting weapon discharges. Hail the Nausicaans. Which ship, sir? Let's see who answers. We'd better get him to the infirmary. He's going to be okay. I told you they'd come for me. Shut... up. We're involved in a rescue operation. There's a lot of firing going on for a rescue. We want our crewman back. He wouldn't be there if you hadn't attacked them in the first place. Perhaps we have an opportunity here to improve relations between your people and mine. We're happy with our relations the way they are. I have a proposal for you. We'll get your man back... and then you'll let the Fortunate continue on her way. You're facing three of my ships. We are not interested in your proposals. We've scanned your ships. Mr. Reed? Fore and aft plasma cannons. I doubt those shields of theirs would hold up to our torpedoes. You're not sneaking up on an old freighter this time. This is an NX-class starship. Take a good look, because you'll be seeing more of them. Now... you can reconsider my offer or you can take your chances. If you think you can convince them to return our crewman, do it quickly. Otherwise we'll be forced to take our chances. Enterprise to Ryan. This is Jonathan Archer. We're 10,000 meters off your starboard bow. I know you can hear me. Why don't you think about what's best for your crew and let us help you? What a relief. Starfleet's come to save the day. I've spoken to the Nausicaan Captain. He's willing to let the Fortunate go if you turn over his crewman. What, and you believe him? What, you believe that they're going to let us just fly away? I've got an armory full of torpedoes that will make sure they do. What about next time, when another freighter gets jumped in the middle of nowhere? What then? You've got a chance to stop this before anyone else gets hurt. I'm dealing with them the only way they understand. One of the Nausicaan ships has locked weapons on us, sir. This has gone on long enough. Now you're putting my crew in danger. Release that hostage. He's my prisoner, and I'm going to handle this my way. What are you going to do, kill him? You again? Sir, with your permission? You think killing one of them is going to accomplish anything? What, did your Captain decide a little boomer-to-boomer talk would persuade me? Just shut up and listen to me. I don't give a damn about you anymore. I'm just thinking about my family. What have they got to do with this? What's going to happen to the next freighter that runs into the Nausicaans? What if it's the Horizon and they have to pay the price for your stubborn stupidity? I'm doing this for them. The hell you are! This isn't about protecting cargo ships. That is just what it's about. Don't kid yourself into thinking you're doing this for some greater good. This is about revenge, nothing else. The Nausicaan ships are firing, sir. Return fire, starboard tubes three and four. You don't like me because I left the Horizon to join Starfleet. You're afraid that if more people do that, there won't be anyone left to run the freighters. Maybe you're right, maybe not. But if you don't let your hostage go, the Nausicaans are going to kill you and your crew. Port tubes one and two. Fire. And then there'll be 23 fewer people out here to run those freighters. No maybes. Hold your fire! Take him! The Nausicaans are powering down their weapons. They're moving off, sir. Need a hand? Just a little stiff. Thank your doctor for me. I've got some Draylaxian whiskey stashed away... if you'd like to join me. I'm on duty. Too bad. If you've never had it, you're missing one of the galaxy's real pleasures. I'm reducing Mr. Ryan's rank to Able Crewman. He gets to spend the rest of the trip purging hydraulic pumps. If you think he's going to be a problem, we could take him back to Earth. No. We take care of our own. Besides, that would leave me a man short. Understood. I made him my First Officer because I trusted him with my ship. It's going to take him quite a while to earn that back. His intentions were good. But someone should teach him to accept help when it's offered. The ones that grew up out here feel they have some special claim, that this particular stretch of space is theirs. If they see another ship within ten light-years, they get jumpy. They're going to be seeing a lot more ships than they're used to. Ships get faster. That's progress, I suppose. My family's been on the Fortunate for three generations. Now I'm going to need at least a warp 3 engine to stay in business. Maybe that's not so bad. At warp 3, help's a lot closer than before. You won't have to go it alone. Going it alone's all we've ever done. For some of us... it's the reason we're out here... a chance to prove ourselves. I think you've already done that. Well... we'll adapt. We always have. But things just... won't be the same. Good luck. Sure you won't join me for that drink? Thanks, but... my crew's anxious to get underway. Next time.
This wasn't part of our agreement. You failed in your last mission. The Klingon Empire is intact. You knew there would be consequences. Please, I won't disappoint you again. We'll restore it, but only if you succeed in your next mission. But... you're disabling me. You won't need enhanced vision where you're going. Proceed with the extraction. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Hold the door. Hey. Where were you last night? I decided to turn in early. Well, you didn't miss much. What'd they show? Night of the Killer Androids. That bad? We've got 50,000 movies in the database. There must be something worth watching. You could always read a book. Lieutenant. Ensigns. Enjoy the show last night? Those were two hours of my life I'd rather have back. Good morning, sir. Morning, Daniels. I thought this was Taylor's shift. I switched with him, if that's all right with you. No problem. Sir, I noticed we changed course. May I ask why? There's a stellar nursery not far from here. We detected several ships inside. We thought we might go say hello. Very good, sir. More orange juice? No, thanks, I'm fine. What have you got? We found one of the ships, sir. Put it up. It appears to be a transport vessel. Hail them. They're responding. Can I help you? My name is Archer. I'm Captain of the Starship Enterprise. We are from Earth. We thought we'd introduce ourselves. Pleased to meet you. What do you want? Nothing. We're new to this region, and we're eager to make contact with other species. Oh. If you don't mind my asking... what ings you here? A job. I'm escorting a group of spiritually minded men on a pilgrimage to the Great Plume of Agosoria. The-the what? Every 11 years, one of the protostars gives out a neutron blast. These gentlemen... believe it's a sacred event. If you ask me, I think it's just another ball of hydrogen. When is this Great Plume due to erupt? Tomorrow. Mind if we join you? It's your time to waste. I'd like to extend an invitation to you and your passengers to visit Enterprise. I'll ask them if they're interested. I prefer to stay with my ship. Understood. Mister...? Fraddock. Captain Fraddock. Looks like we could be having guests. Tell Chef to prepare... something. Seal's good. Welcome aboard. Captain Jonathan Archer. It's customary on Earth to greet someone with a... handshake. I'm Prah Mantoos. May Agosoria em ace you into his cycle of renewal. Thanks. These are my fellow cele ants. We've traveled many light-years, from different worlds to... watch this event. I'm Commander Tucker, Chief Engineer, and this is our Science Officer, Subcommander T'Pol. For you, Captain. It's beautiful. What, uh, exactly is it? A clock. It charts time from the beginning of the universe. Voo-Sinteel. It's a spirit traditionally consumed as the Plume reaches its full illiance. You'll find it enhances the experience. Mm, I'm sure it does. You're very generous. I'm... afraid the only thing we have to offer you is our hospitality. That will be more than enough. Our chef has prepared a meal in your honor. Normally we fast during the time of Agosoria, but in this case, I suppose we can... eak with tradition. Please. Four months, three weeks and... Six days. You've traveled a great distance in a short period of time. Warp 5 will get you where you're going pretty fast. We've, uh, seen a lot since we left Earth, but I have to say that this place is definitely one of the highlights. I'm pleased you appreciate its beauty, Captain. To us, it's more than just a simple stellar nursery. According to our sacred texts, this is where the universe began. And the Great Plume of A... Ago... Agosoria. Agosoria... how does that fit in? It represents the continuing cycle of creation. It's not unlike the Hindu faith, Commander. They also believe that the universe goes through repeated cycles of rebirth. I didn't realize you were familiar with Earth religions, Doctor. Oh, yes. In fact, while I was there, I made it a point to study a number of them. I spent two weeks at a Tibetan monastery, where I learned to sing chords with the high lamas. I attended mass at Saint Peter's Square. I was even allowed to observe the Tal-Shanar at the Vulcan Consulate. I understand Vulcans are a deeply spiritual people. Our beliefs are based on logic and the pursuit of clarity. Do you follow a particular faith, Captain? I guess you could say I... try to keep an open mind. Many who see the Great Plume are often inspired by it. Perhaps you will be, too. Did you get to meet them? Two. Briefly. What were they like? Uh... quiet. They're taking a tour of the ship. Looks like the Captain's going all out. I hope he's not planning to show them the Armory. Don't worry, Lieutenant. They didn't look like the types who'd go around stealing military secrets. Still, we're not familiar with these species. Tactical systems should be off-limits. The starboard targeting sensor is out again. Should I call Engineering? No. I'll take care of it. It'll only take a moment. You have the Bridge, Ensign. Aren't you going to take the chair? What? You're in command. I'm fine right here. Haven't you ever wondered what it's like? I can wait till I'm promoted. Okay. Nice fit. Bridge looks a lot different from here. Think anyone would mind if I fired a torpedo? Permission to take my station? Sorry, sir. The Gravimetric Field Displacement Manifold... Commonly known as the warp reactor. Just think of it as a... great big engine, but, instead of using electricity or chemical fuel, it runs on antimatter. See this swirling light? When matter and antimatter collide it creates a whole lot of energy. We channel that energy through those conduits over there. They lead to the two large glowing cylinders you may have seen on the outside of the ship. The nacelles. That's right. Which contain warp coils that create the subspace displacement field. I see you... already know a thing or two about starship engines. I'm a warp field theorist. Oh. Well... I guess that covers the basics. Any questions? How do you regulate positron flow in your dilithium matrix? Good one. I'll ing up the schematic of the reactor assembly. You can see for yourself. If you'll just come with me. We use a series of magnetic constrictors to align the positron stream. If any stray particles escape, backups automatically kick in. And during one of our training tests, we momentarily lost the primaries and the backups. About a billion positrons cut through the plating on three decks. Nearly caused a hull each. We spent a month redesigning the system. It hasn't given us a single problem since. We're being hailed by Captain Fraddock. He's probably calling about the weather. On screen. You might want to focus your sensors on that plasma lightning up ahead. We're aware of it. You ever been in a plasma storm? Twice. Then you know it can get a little bumpy. I suggest we try and go around it. Agreed. Ensign. I'm already on it. There's your heart, lungs, liver... another heart. Every organ. This imaging device also allows us to examine your genetic structure. Ah. You'll be happy to know you're in perfect health. Who would like to go next? Excuse me. Archer to the Bridge. Report. We're circumnavigating a plasma storm, Captain. It's just turbulence from the outer edge. They're very common in this region. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. That one hit our port bow. Power's down on C-Deck, Subsection 4. No other damage. Ensign. The storm's moving in our direction. I'm having trouble getting around it. What about the transport ship? He's far enough ahead. He made it past. We've got a power surge in the impulse relays. Here's a good example of how we can reroute the energy flow to protect our critical systems. I'm afraid we have to cut the tour a little short. I'll be on the Bridge. Report. We're losing main power. Trip, what's happening? That last bolt struck the warp manifold. We've got an antimatter cascade, sir. If it reaches the warp reactor, we're gonna... I think we're all right, Captain. The cascade stopped in its tracks. Good work, Trip. It wasn't me, sir. Sorry about the bad weather. We're used to it. I'm just grateful there was no serious damage. If any of your group would like to watch the Great Plume from our Mess Hall, they're welcome to come back tomorrow. I'll let them know. Have a great time, Doctor. I plan to, Captain. Thank you for letting me spend the night with these people. I'll expect a full report in the morning. Aye, Captain. Hope to see you tomorrow. Tucker to Captain Archer. Go ahead, Trip. Can you come down to Engineering for a minute? On my way. What is it, Trip? Take a look at this. What? Right up there. You see that conduit? Yeah... It's an antimatter junction. It stopped the cascade from reaching the warp reactor. What are you getting at? Somebody got in here and disconnected it from the primary antimatter feed. If they hadn't, that cascade would have continued right into the reactor core and this ship would have gone up just like the Great Plume of Agosoria. One of your staff? I already asked. Nobody seems to know anything about it. Sounds to me like you've got a hero who's a little reluctant about taking credit. Talk to them again. Whoever did this deserves a commendation. I'm telling you, sir, I don't think it was one of my people. They would have said something. I spoke with every one of them. How about the warp theorist? Him, too. None of them went anywhere near that conduit. If I told you I did it, would there be some kind of reward? Thank you, Captain. Maybe it was the Cycle of Renewal. If anyone comes forward, you'll let me know? Oh, you'll be the first. Sir, I need to speak with you. Why don't you talk to one of my Bridge officers? I'm a little busy right now. It's important. I'm sorry, Daniels, I've got my hands full. It's about the Suliban. What about them? I've reason to believe that one of the pilgrims who came aboard today is a Suliban soldier. His name is Silik. He's the man you fought with on the Helix. How the hell do you know what I did on the Helix? It might be best if we discussed this in private. My ready room. I think it would be better if we went to my quarters. What? You'll understand when we get there, sir. Oh, please, have a seat. I'm sorry about the mess. Sometimes I think my bunk-mate majored in chaos theory. What is that? That doesn't look like Starfleet issue. It's because I'm not a member of Starfleet. Not that I wouldn't be honored to be one, sir, especially after spending time... Who are you? How do you know what happened on the Helix? Did Silik tell you who he was working for? I'm the one asking questions, Crewman. Did he mention the Temporal Cold War? What do you know about that? A great deal more than you do, sir. If you're not a member of Starfleet, then who are you? I work for a different kind of organization. We make sure that people like Silik don't interfere with historical events. I've never heard of a group like that. That's because it doesn't exist yet. So, you're telling me you're some kind of a time traveler? That's one way of putting it. Maybe this will help clear things up. This is how we keep an eye on what's going on. You might call it a Temporal Observatory. I know this must seem a little overwhelming. Overwhelming... doesn't quite cover it. I come from right about, uh... right about here. Approximately 900 years from now. Are you human? More or less. And the people giving Silik orders? They're from an earlier century. From about... here. They can't manifest themselves physically in the past. They can only partially materialize to deliver information. But not you? In the years that followed, we eventually perfected the process. Sounds dangerous. When time travel was first developed, it wasn't long before people realized that laws had to be made. All the species who had the technology agreed that it would only be used for research. But it wasn't... that's what the Temporal Cold War is all about. Look at this. This is a group of anthropologists from 2769 observing the construction of the Great Pyramid at Giza. They're doing it using the proper procedures set forth in the Temporal Accord. But there are factions that ignore those procedures. Why are you telling me all this? Silik is the one who prevented the reactor each. Are you implying Silik was sent here to save my ship? And if he hadn't, we would have been destroyed today? I am not implying anything. All I'm saying is that I was assigned here to capture Silik when he came aboard. He is a threat and I need you to help me capture him. You're from... 900 years in the future and you need my help? The Suliban have been given genetic enhancements that allow them to evade most sensors. They're nearly impossible to detect. I've noticed. I have special equipment that can help track Silik, but it'll be far more effective if I can tie it into your internal sensor grid. I'll need access to Main Engineering and your command codes. We have reason to believe that the 22nd century is a front in this cold war. What happens here could affect millennia to come. It's imperative that we find out who Silik is working for and what they're trying to do. If I decide to help you, I can't do it alone. I need to inform some of my crew. The fewer the better. You're asking me to capture someone who just saved my ship. Why should I trust you? You like your scrambled eggs soft. Have I ever ought them to you any other way? You sure you don't want a glass? I'm sure. The Vulcan Science Directorate has studied the question of time travel in great detail. They found no evidence that it exists or that it can exist. The Suliban woman I spoke with... Sarin... She also used the phrase Temporal Cold War. That's what Daniels called it? The same words. That proves nothing. What about the Suliban's genetic engineering? Phlox says it's far beyond their abilities. That doesn't mean that it was given to them by visitors from the future. Until Daniels can offer you concrete proof, I'd remain extremely skeptical. I'm telling you, he pushed a button on this device and the whole room changed. On the Xyrillian ship, I was in a holographic chamber where I could've sworn I was in a boat at sea. If what Daniels says is true, then Silik saved Enterprise. Maybe we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. If there's even a possibility that this cold war exists, we can't ignore Daniels' request. Bridge to Captain Archer. Yes, Hoshi. We're approaching the protostar, sir. The transport ship is requesting permission to dock. Some of the passengers would like to take you up on your offer and observe it from the Mess Hall. Initiate docking procedures. I'll be right there. One of them might be Silik. We don't have time to debate this any longer. I want you to help Daniels. I always knew we'd be meeting people from other planets, but... other centuries? You're not buying any of this, are you? If Daniels could travel through time, why not simply go back one more day into the past and prevent Silik from boarding this ship in the first place? Maybe that's Plan B. Or maybe he's really not from the future. Then why make up such a crazy story? He could be trying to conceal his true intentions. I thought you scientists were supposed to keep an open mind. There's a difference between keeping an open mind and believing something because you want it to be true. What the hell's that supposed to mean? Roja durana tua teenan, Captain. That is a traditional greeting on the morning of Agosoria. It means, May the Plume light your way. I take it you enjoyed your visit. Oh, it was mesmerizing. Four hours of ritual prayer, followed by the Kaana-sah, a series of exercises designed to purify the body. I think I strained a leg muscle, but it was well worth it. How many decided to join us? 11, I believe. The others wanted to observe the star from their ship. So that leaves... six on the transport? I didn't take a head count, but that sounds about right. Did any of them seem out of place? How do you mean? Did they all take part in the rituals? As far as I could tell, but our eyes were closed most of the time. Is there something wrong, Captain? No. Just curious. You seem a little preoccupied. It's been a long night. I'm glad you had a good time. Enjoy the view. I will. My equipment draws a lot of power. I'll need another 20 megawatts routed to your sensor grid. Commander. The grid can handle it. So I take it your other isn't really an orbital engineer at Jupiter Station. Actually, I don't have a other. And you didn't grow up in Illinois. Oh, I'm from a place called Illinois, sir. Just not the one you're familiar with. It's good to know Earth will still be around in 900 years. That depends on how you define Earth. Beg your pardon? You might want to initialize the grid. I'm ready to download the biometric parameters. Right. What's this? It's very delicate. Please don't... Please don't touch it. You know, we've got a little pool going in Engineering where we try to guess how far the ship will travel each day. I don't suppose you could give me a tip on tomorrow's distance. I'm afraid we don't monitor events quite that closely. One of the power relays is off-line. Must have been damaged during the plasma storm. J-37. It's about three meters behind that bulkhead. I'll take care of it. J-37? Try it now. I know, I know, your eakfast is two hours late. Don't give me that look. If it's any consolation, I missed my eakfast, too. What's the problem? You're not getting any cheese. If you're thinking of calling for help, I'd advise against it. I'm not the one you should be worried about, Jon. What are you doing here? I thought you might want to thank me. I saved your life. The least you could do is return the favor. There's someone here trying to find me. I need to know who it is. I don't know what you're talking about. I detect a tachyon radiation. You don't have anything that emits tachyons. Who's looking for me? I don't know. Did they tell you that ridiculous story about their noble efforts to protect history? The great Temporal Accord? They're lying to you, Jon. None of it is true. Whoever contacted you is working for another faction. They didn't come here to protect history. They came to alter it. Who do you think was responsible for the antimatter cascade that nearly destroyed your ship? It was them. I was sent to prevent it. And why would you want to do that? The first time we met, you tried to kill me. I saved your ship because I was instructed to. By whom? What does Enterprise have to do with your temporal war? I'm not privy to that kind of information, but I can tell you this. Whoever's looking for me is a danger to your crew. If you want to continue on your mission, you'll help me find them. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Archer here. We finished the modifications. Thanks. I'll be there in a few minutes. Mr. Daniels is eager to get started. He'll have to wait a few minutes. Archer out. You've been very helpful, Jon. It's beginning. How long before we see the Plume? Now, that's hard to predict. Every cycle is unique. Would you care to recite the Invocation of Renewal with us? I'd be honored. Goran tonia Agosoria... Yoraya... Yoraya uralan porporo gost. Goran tonia Agosoria Yoraya uralan porporo gost. Totonya tur eeta dura. Totonya tur eeta dura. Tyana mooreeta. Tyana mooreeta. Does this mean it's working? It's working. What is it? Suliban bio-signs. He's somewhere on this deck. I can't isolate him, but he's close. Call Lieutenant Reed. Tell him to seal off C-Deck. And it wouldn't hurt if he could get down here with a security team. What's that? You two should go. We're not leaving. Go! Bring help. Go. - Evacuate Engineering. - Everybody out! Did they tell you that the 22nd Century was going to be your final resting place? Still skeptical? Tucker to Captain Archer. Captain, are you there? He's in his quarters. Tucker to Dr. Phlox. Yes, Commander. Meet us in the Captain's quarters on the double. On my way. Easy, Captain. Aside from a nasty headache, you're going to be fine. You were stunned by a particle weapon. It was Silik. I guess he decided not to try and kill me this time. He wasn't quite as generous when it came to Daniels. He's dead, sir. Have our guests left yet? No. The Plume is just beginning. Enterprise to Captain Fraddock. Fraddock. I'm looking for one of your passengers. Have any of the ones who were here returned in the last hour or so? None. You're sure? The hatch has been sealed the entire time. Thanks. Archer out. Mr. Reed. Yes, sir. We've got a Suliban loose on the ship. I want you to lock down every outer door and exit hatch. Post security teams on all decks. Understood. Do you think you can find him using Daniels' sensors? I can sure as hell try. Get to Engineering. Yes, sir. T'Pol. Thanks, Doc. Captain? It's gone. He took it. Took what? The device I told you about. The one Daniels used to show me all those things. That kind of information could give an advantage to whomever Silik's working for. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Someone just used our com system to transmit a message. What kind of message? It's encrypted, sir. Anything? I'm sorry, Captain. I can't make heads or tails of most of this. These might represent Suliban bio-signs, but I wouldn't bet on it. B-Deck... Service Junction 59. Somebody's trying to bypass the lock-out codes for Launch Bay 2. Tell Malcolm to meet me with a security team. Captain, I've got something that might give you a leg up. It looks like he slipped through here. We could remove these conduits, but it would take some time. Sir? Stay here. Very clever. Careful, Jon. It would be a shame to trigger another antimatter cascade. There'd be nobody here to stop it. Put that device on the floor. It would be in your best interest to let me take it. You keep saying you're here to help us. But I can't stop wondering what kind of genetic enhancements you'll get for inging back that little prize. Eyes in the back of your head? A pair of wings? That's a cynical attitude, Jon. I thought your species was more trusting. There's a vessel approaching. No bigger than a shuttlepod. It's Suliban. I'm not going to ask you again. Put it down. You're going to kill me after I saved your life? You may have endangered your future, Jon. Bridge to Captain Archer. Yeah. A Suliban vessel just took something in and went to warp. Should we go after them? No. Let them go. Come in. The transport ship has left. We're ready to resume course. Have you learned how it works? Not a clue. Starfleet's in store for one hell of a report. I'm not quite sure where to begin. I'd be glad to help. First thing in the morning. I don't know about you, but, uh... I could use a good night's sleep. Agreed. Mr. Reed, assign new quarters to Daniels' roommate and seal off cabin E-14. It's off-limits till further notice. Aye, sir. God knows what else is in there. Let's get back on the road, Travis.
Echo ll is away, sir. A clean launch. It's made contact with Echo I. How long before we get subspace on line? I'd like to send a few test transmissions to cali ate amplifiers. An hour. My guess is we have a lot of people on board waiting to call home. A vessel is dropping out of warp, Captain. 12 kilometers dead ahead. Put it up. Look familiar? I don't recognize the configuration. Good. Hail them. This is the Starship Enterprise. What can we do for you? My name is Jonathan Archer. We're on a mission of exploration from the planet Earth. Hoshi? The channel's open, sir. Do you need assistance? If you don't want to talk, that's fine, but... you dropped in on us. Was it something I said? Did you get anything on sensors? No. No... what? No bio-signs. No propulsion, no weapon signatures. No readings at all. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Are there any inhabited systems nearby? None. Why fly right up to us just to give us the silent treatment? Maybe they got our signal, but it didn't make any sense to them. Our translator is far from perfect. I wouldn't take offense. Not every species has motives that can be understood in human terms. Maybe they checked us out and decided we weren't very interesting. Us? Not interesting? Let's cali ate the subspace amplifier. At least, the people back home want to talk to us. Sir? I tracked them down. It took me all week. Where are they? Kota Baharu. It's in Malaysia. What time is it there? A little after 9:00 at night. That shouldn't be too late. Let's eak in that new amplifier. I'll be in my ready room. Is he all right? He's fine. Is he in some kind of trouble? No, sir. Malcolm's doing a great job. I'm sure you know it's his birthday in a couple of days. Yes... yes, it is. September 2nd. We haven't seen our son on his birthday for quite a few years. He called from San Francisco to let us know he'd been assigned to Enterprise, but we haven't heard from him since. What are Malcolm's duties on your ship, Captain? He's my Armory Officer. Well, his grandfather would be pleased. He was an ordnance officer himself in the Royal Navy. It must be in Malcolm's blood. The Reeds have been navy men for generations. Until Malcolm decided to join Starfleet. I suppose the ocean wasn't big enough for him. He's a long way from home in any case, Mr. Reed. I'd like to do something for his birthday. Make him a special dinner. I was hoping you could tell me what he likes to eat. Captain, Malcolm's never been comfortable making requests. I'm not sure I understand. He always ate whatever was put in front of him. Are you saying he doesn't have a favorite food? Not that he's ever told me. Well... if you happen to think of anything, you can always contact me through Starfleet. Give Malcolm our best. I will. Safe journey, Captain. How'd it go? Could have gone better. Apparently, he hasn't called home since we left Earth. I want you to find out what he likes to eat. Me, sir? But don't let Malcolm know. Maybe this is more in Chef's area. No, we're talking about a delicate assignment, Hoshi. It needs your finesse. Sir, I'm running a diagnostic on our subspace transceiver array. Get some help if you need it, but make this a top priority. That's an order. Yes, sir. Where were you at dinner? I ate in my quarters. Now that we've got the amplifier working, I wanted to answer a few letters. You missed T'Pol's latest bout with chopsticks. Damn. Dinner and a show. I thought you were going to upgrade this. That is the upgrade. Well, if you want, I can change the color. What's the word from home? Oh, the usual... Engineering updates. Oh, and Duvall got promoted. They're giving him the Shenandoah. Duvall got his own command? Thank God we're 100 light-years away. And I got a letter from Natalie. The Natalie? From Pensacola? Yep. Natalie from Pensacola. Looks like we've got a charge imbalance in this manifold. I'll get right on it. Trip? You know, they say long-distance relationships never work. Well, this is about as long-distance as you can get. You okay? Oh, yeah, I just... I just wish I'd have had the chance to say good-bye face-to-face. Let me ask you something. Do you spend much time with Malcolm? I was in the Armory yesterday for a few hours, swapping out some power relays. You talk about anything interesting? Power relays. I talked to his parents this morning. Really? Yeah. Stay here. If I asked your parents what you like to eat, would they be able to tell me? Are you kidding? My mom would give you her recipe for pan-fried catfish, and wouldn't let you go till you promised not to screw it up. Malcolm's parents didn't know what his favorite food was. They didn't even know he was an armory officer. That's strange. It made me think. We don't know that much about Malcolm, do we? Bridge to the Captain. Go ahead. The alien vessel has returned. Guess we weren't so uninteresting after all. They dropped out of warp 500 kilometers, dead ahead. I had to reverse engines to keep from banging into them. Let's try this again. Welcome back. I was hoping we'd have an opportunity to meet again. The primary mission of my ship is to make peaceful contact with other species. If there's anything we can do to assure you of our intentions... Well... it's been nice talking to you. Let's do this again sometime. I'm picking up something. Can you translate it? I don't think it's a language. We're being scanned. Hull plating? It's off-line! Hard about! They've gone to warp, sir. Everybody okay? Damage reports are coming in, sir. No one's been hurt. What the hell was that about? Captain? When they fired their weapon, they dropped their shielding for about two seconds. I was able to take some scans. What did you get? Bio-signs. At least 15, maybe more. Their DNA doesn't match anything in our database. It's a good thing they're gone. I doubt very much our torpedoes could've penetrated their shielding. Stay on long-range scanners. If they come anywhere near us, I want to know. T'Pol. That support frame's bent. We'll need to reinforce it. How bad is it? If that last shot had been about a half-meter higher, we'd be looking at stars. Hold it a minute. There were 13 people working in this section, Captain, including yours truly. If that bulkhead had blown... Did your people run into as many hostile aliens when they first went into deep space? It was a different time. How so? There were fewer warp-capable species. This ship just isn't equipped to handle some of the threats we're coming up against. It's time we do something about that. What are you suggesting? Enterprise was fitted with phase cannon ports. But since we left Spacedock a few weeks ahead of schedule, the cannons were never installed. I think it's time they were. We should head back to Earth. Just give us two weeks, Captain. I know we can do it. Most of the stuff we need is already on the ship. The armory team at Jupiter Station is trained for this kind of work. If we're going to do this, let's do it right. My engineers are just as good as they are. I know that, Trip. But we have other systems that could use overhauls. Look at the ight side. You've got a chance to say good-bye to Natalie. Sir? With your permission, we could at least begin the work. Get a few things started for Jupiter Station. It'll cut down the time we'll have to spend in Spacedock. Do what you can. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead, Captain. We're heading home. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a phase-modulated energy weapon. It's rated for a maximum power output of 500 gigajoules. Enterprise was designed to carry three of them. We have one, and it's only a prototype. Our job is to get it up and running and build two more from scratch. The Captain is taking us back because he thinks this work ought to be done by the boys in Spacedock. Far be it from me to question the Captain's judgment, but Commander Tucker and I believe we can do this ourselves. That means double shifts. By the time we reach Jupiter Station, I don't want their engineers to have a thing to do but give us a wash and a wax. Any questions? Are we expecting another attack, sir? We all signed up for this trip because we wanted to do something no one had ever done before, not because we thought it'd be easy or safe, but we're not here to take foolish risks. The Captain and the rest of the crew are depending on us to keep Enterprise ready for anything. And once we get these phase cannons on line... we'll have a lot more firepower to do just that. So what are you standing around for? He once told me that he loved to eat octopus especially the little suction cups, but I think he was pulling my leg. You can never tell whether my other's joking or not. Can I talk to him? We really would like to keep this a surprise. Oh, right. The dinner. I remember one time... This was at least ten years ago... He went for a whole week without eating. Got by on nothing Really? But water and a little apple juice. Why? Some sort of survival training. Or was it a contest? When he started eating again, do you remember the first thing he wanted? He was so weak he could barely get out of bed. For two days, all he had was protein concentrate. When you two were growing up, he never said, Hey, let's go out for pizza or, Boy, I'd love some Indian food? Not that I remember. Malcolm isn't the easiest person to get to know. I'm figuring that out. When we were training in San Francisco, there was a little restaurant on the Embarcadero he liked to go to. They had a specialty, some kind of fish, I think. What kind? Halibut? Uh, swordfish? No. Mahimahi? Scallops? I had sea bass. Great! And Malcolm? I don't remember. Try. Please. Maureen. Is that a fish? No, she was the waitress. That's why Malcolm wanted to go there. He had a thing for her. I think he hates fish. Thanks. So how's your secret mission coming? I've talked to his sister, his best friend, his Uncle Archie, his two spinster aunts. The most anyone seems to know about his eating habits is that he... occasionally eats. Ensign, if you want to know something about Mr. Reed, perhaps you should ask him. Anyone sitting here? Uh, no. Please. This is the first chance I've had to eat all day. Tell me about it. I haven't set foot outside the Armory since 0700. How's your ravioli? Uh, it's fine. Nothing like a nice plate of pasta. Mm-hmm. You know, I used to love to cook, but I never get a chance to any more the way that Chef protects the galley. One of these nights, I should fix something myself. I'm sorry. You'd love my enchiladas. Enchiladas? If you don't like them, I can fix something else. What's your favorite food? Uh... I appreciate the offer, but it... it really isn't necessary. Aren't you getting a little tired of having to eat whatever Chef happens to serve? No, he's a fine cook. Don't get me wrong, he's terrific. It's just that dinner in the Mess Hall can... lack a certain personal touch. I've got a hot plate in my quarters. That's... very flattering and... I'm just not sure it would be... appropriate. What do you mean? Well, um... we work together, and, uh, it just might be a little... awkward. Serving on the same ship. What does that have to do with...? Oh. No, I didn't, I didn't mean to, um... imply anything other than just making dinner, Lieutenant. Then... It's my mistake, Ensign. No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have... Yeah, I'll-I'll just... No, please, finish your dinner. No, no, no, no. You've got a lot of work to do, so... Captain, I'm detecting a ship, dead astern, 8,000 meters. Let me guess. Our shadow? Closing to 7,000. 6,000. Polarize the hull plating. Reed to Bridge. Armory, report. Get to your stations. Move. Warp drive is off-line. Main power is down. Torpedoes. Tactical systems are down. Why don't you save time and tell me what isn't down? The outer doors in Launch Bay 2 are opening. Seal them. I can't. Get away from those men! Go. Archer to Sick Bay. Phlox here, Captain. Report to E-Deck, Section 7. This is an emergency. On my way. Security to Captain Archer. Go ahead. The aliens are gone, sir. They've launched their shuttle. Bridge, report! The alien vessel has gone to warp, but that last shot damaged our port nacelle. We're venting drive plasma. Doctor? I've stabilized them, but they were subjected to some rather invasive scans. Will they be all right? There could be some residual neurological damage. I'm doing everything I can. Have you ever heard of anything like this? No. Are there any Vulcan records of a species that uses similar tactics? And I don't care how classified they might be. None that I know of, Captain. Find out what you can. Tucker to Archer. Go ahead. We've got the plasma leak under control, but our port nacelle took a lot of damage. How long before we can go to warp? A couple of days. What about impulse power? That's the good news. It should be back on line in a few minutes. I'll take all the good news I can get. Keep me posted, Doctor. There are no Vulcan ships within scanning range. Sir, we could try to contact the Vulcan High Command. They're only two days away at warp 6. I'm sure they'd give us a hand. I'm sure they would. I can't raise Vulcan. It's funny, I ran a diagnostic after the attack. But now Echo ll won't respond. That's because it isn't there. What? There's nothing but de is at the coordinates where we deployed the amplifier. What about Echo I? Destroyed as well. The stabilizer on Cannon Port 2 checks out okay, sir. Port 2 or Port 1? Port 1, sir. Sorry. Get it right! And start on those beam emitters. Yes, sir. Targeting scanners will be on line in an hour. We should be aligning them by now, not installing them. You were a little hard on Eddie. Everyone's busting their tails to get this job done. Ah! You okay? Yeah! Fine. I told them to depolarize these relays! What were you trying to do? Bypass the EPS grid. Why? Well, we could draw power for the cannons directly from the impulse engines. Are you trying to make this blow up in your face? The relays were rated to handle that much power. What if there's a surge? Oh, I've thought of that. These inverters were designed to cut in at the first sign of an overload. We got to do this by the book, or we'll end up blowing a bigger hole in ourselves than the bad guys. I've run a dozen simulations. It's an acceptable risk. When it comes to modifying ship systems, why don't you let the Chief Engineer decide what's an acceptable risk? Sir, if we do this by the book, those aliens are likely to be back before we're done. I want to get this job done as quickly as you do, Lieutenant, but not if it means taking shortcuts that could get our people killed. Yes, sir. Don't you ever rest? You know, I can't sleep without the warp engines on line. If I don't feel those vi ations, something just doesn't seem right. Well, I hope you get them fixed soon because you look like hell. Well, with all due respect, Captain, you shouldn't be talking. How's it coming? They'll be on line by the end of the day tomorrow, guaranteed. Could you check the dilithium alignment for me? Sure. .06 microns. At least we'll be flying home under our own power. Let me know if it drops below .03. I tried to get a message to the Vulcan High Command, but it didn't go through. If it had, we'd be expecting a Surak-class ship tomorrow oh-so-politely offering to help us. Well, the Vulcans would have loved that... Towing the pride of Starfleet back to base. Maybe we should thank our visitors for blowing up the subspace amplifiers. It's holding at .05. Keep an eye on it. Are you looking forward to seeing Earth? Sure. I just didn't think I'd be seeing it so soon. This time, we won't be leaving before we're ready. Are your ears a little pointier than usual? I nev... I never said we didn't belong out here. I just wish we'd have... launched with all our systems on line. Especially weapons. If we hadn't launched when we did, they'd have sent Klaang back to Kronos in a box. I keep reminding myself of that. But I rushed us out of Spacedock because I had something to prove. And I risked the lives of... 81 humans, a Vulcan, and a Denobulan to do it. Don't forget Porthos. Thanks. In the old days, astronauts rode rockets with millions of liters of hydrogen burning under their seats. You think they said, Gee, I'd love to go to the moon today, but it seems a little risky? I think if you asked anyone on board whether they thought this mission was worth the risk, you'd get the same answer from every one of them. Let me know when we're ready to go to warp. Aye, sir. Have you still got those guns of yours hooked up to the impulse engines? I'm just disconnecting them now. Hang on a minute. You're sure this will work? Yes, Commander, I am. Then based on the recommendation of the Armory Officer, the Chief Engineer finds the level of risk acceptable. In that case, if the Chief Engineer wouldn't mind getting his hands dirty, I could use some help. Captain's Starlog, September 1, 2151. It's been two days now with no sign of the alien vessel. My crew has managed to do in 48 hours what would've taken the armory team at Jupiter Station at least a week. To say that I'm proud of them would be an understatement. We're preparing our first test. Everybody has their fingers crossed, including me. You're sure there's nothing down there? Yes, Captain. Not even a microbe? I don't want to blow up something that could evolve into a sentient species in a couple of billion years. There's nothing there. Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Have you got a lock? Yes, Captain. Let's start small. Shave a couple meters off the top of that peak. Acquiring the target. Full power to the primary coils. Phase cannons one and two standing by. Mr. Reed, the honor is all yours. I just asked for a little off the top. Check the cannons! Yes, sir. Be careful down there. The blast yield was ten times what we expected. What happened? Something overloaded the phase modulators. The plasma recoil blew out relays across decks C and D. I'm getting an anomalous reading from Launch Bay 2. Trip, T'Pol. There. What's that? You think that's what's causing the power surge? It's very likely. It's putting out a tremendous amount of energy. Over 600 megajoules. They're toying with us. They want us to know they can destroy us whenever they want. Even with our own weapons. Whatever it is, it's tapped into most of our systems, including internal sensors and communications on every deck. Activate Visual Sensor J-15. I assume you planted that device because you wanted to learn more about us. I'll be happy to give you a quick lesson. We're not here to make enemies. But just because we're not looking for a fight, doesn't mean we'll run away from one. You may think you've left us defenseless. But let me tell you something about humans. We don't give up easily. We'll protect Enterprise... any way we can. Doctor? I'll be with you in a moment, Ensign. I see you released your patients. Mm, they're going to be fine. I sent them back to their quarters to rest. That's good to hear. What can I do for you? You spend a lot of time in the Mess Hall. Have you ever had a meal with Lieutenant Reed? Many times. Any idea what his favorite food might be? Ah, the birthday dinner, hmm... Uh, well, the man loves a good eakfast. Like what? Eggs, I've seen him eat a lot of eggs. How does he like them? Oh, scrambled, poached, over easy. Maybe Chef could make him a big omelet. Oh, and he enjoys pancakes, on occasion. He has the odd habit of spreading peanut butter on them. Uh, sausage, that's another favorite. Oh, bacon, too, come to think of it. Is there any one food in particular? Hmm... Not that I recall. Breaking a Vulcan encryption code would be easier than this. If anything comes to mind, I'll let you know. I don't suppose scanning his taste buds would help? Medically speaking, there's no accounting for taste. Thanks anyway. Mm-hmm. Bromelin! Sorry? I think I can help you, Ensign. Mm, but it would mean going into Mr. Reed's medical records. That information is confidential. I'm under direct orders from the Captain. Couldn't you make an exception? Under the circumstances, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Ah... Ah, I've made it a point to study each crewman's medical history. And I remember noticing that Lieutenant Reed suffers from a number of allergies. Let's see, dust mites, oak, pollen, tropical grasses... ah-ha-ha, here it is! He's averse to various plant enzymes, including omelin. What does all of this have to do with what he likes to eat? Over the last several years, he's been taking regular injections so that his body can tolerate omelin. A plant enzyme? Yes. Found in? Among other things... pineapple. Pineapple! This doesn't mean it's his favorite food. It's close enough. Thank you, Doctor. It's them. Where are they? Closing from astern. 20,000 meters. Fifteen... Should I try evasive maneuvers? No. Come about and hold our position. Bridge to the Armory. Guess who's back? We see them. Both forward cannons are charged and ready. Get a lock and stand by. They've stopped. 11,000 meters. We're being hailed. Put it through. Defenseless. Prepare to surrender your vessel. You are defenseless. Prepare to... Shut it off. You are defen... 10,000 meters. Nine... Mr. Reed... both cannons, fire. I'm reading a fluctuation in their shielding, but it's marginal. 5,000 meters. Is that the best we can do, Lieutenant?! Even if these cannons had been installed at Jupiter Station, they wouldn't be any more effective than they are now. What about yesterday? I saw you blow something up the size of Mount McKinley. Yes, sir, but that was due to an overload. Can you overload them again? Sir, after the damage from the first time, the plasma recoil will probably knock out two decks. Can you overload them again?! I believe so. I'd rather knock out two decks than surrender this ship. But, sir... Hold on a minute. I think there's a way to handle the recoil. How? All that excess energy's got to go somewhere. Why not put it to use? 3,000 meters. If we repolarize the gravity plating to absorb the recoil, then we can shunt the energy to structural integrity. Sounds good to me. The grav-plating wasn't designed to withstand that much force. We all understand the risks. Get started. Aye, sir. 1,000 meters. Malcolm? Stand by. Trip? We're ready, sir. Then fire! Their shields are failing. Torpedoes. Bridge to the Armory. Everything okay down there? We blew out the plasma relays on B-Deck, but it's nothing we can't take care of. What about our friends? I have a feeling their repairs are going to be a little more extensive. How'd the cannons hold up? Fairly well. I'll have them back on line within the hour. The aft cannon should be working by the end of day tomorrow. Good work. Well... I see no reason for us to go back to Jupiter Station now. Do you? No. At least there's one good thing about coming back this far. We can drop another subspace amplifier. Get on it. Travis... resume our previous course. Gladly, sir. To our mysterious friends. I wish I could've seen the looks on their faces. Hear, hear. Don't get too used to drinking on duty. But you did your jobs pretty damn well yesterday. I'd say that deserves a little cele ation. Cheers. If you really want to thank us, how about letting us sleep in tomorrow? Permission granted. Hoshi, what can we do for you? Sorry to interrupt, Captain. I have that component that you asked for. Great, put it down right here. Hmm. As long as we've got you here, Malcolm... Happy birthday. You shouldn't have gone to any trouble. Oh, no trouble at all. Mr. Reed, the honor is yours. Pineapple! That's my favorite... How on Earth did you know? We have our sources.
Good morning, everyone. Be patient. Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah! Someone had a busy night. Don't worry. I didn't forget you. Now... Let's try it without biting my fingers this time, hmm? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. People are getting jealous. You get more letters from home than anyone on this ship. What's her name? It's nothing like that. They're from Dr. Lucas, he's a colleague from the Interspecies Medical Exchange. I didn't know there were humans serving on Denobula. He's the first. He helped me get settled in when I came to San Francisco. I'm trying to return the favor. I had a pen pal once, when I was 12, from Brisbane, Australia. I loved getting her letters. It was like this little window into distant places with strange-sounding names. The curiosity of an explorer, even then. Are we still on for later? Oh, yes. I'm looking forward to it. If you think you're ready, we can tackle gerunds today. I can hardly wait. My dear Dr. Phlox, it's me again, Jeremy. I hope you are well. It's been a hell of a week here... Wall-to-wall emergencies and three midnight deliveries. It's mating season, so you know how that goes. I thought human reproduction was complicated. You Denobulans make us look like single-cell organisms. Dear Dr. Lucas, sorry to hear about your difficult week. I know the rigors of mating season only too well. It might help to bear in mind that a dose of niaxilin can be quite effective in separating the two... combatants. It sounds like you've settled into your new living quarters. That part of the city has some very lively Kaybin bars along the river. Up here, Doc! They're open all night, if I recall. Please, don't venture inside them unescorted. They can be quite disturbing to the uninitiated. He was trying to reroute a nitrogen valve and the seal blew. How bad is it? Oh, it's superficial. Only first degree burns. A little dermaline gel should do the trick. Most of my work is fairly routine... Scrapes and uises, the occasional emergency. And you'll be pleased to hear that the crew finally seems to be growing accustomed to an alien doctor on board. I must admit, I wasn't planning to stay this long, but the opportunity to observe your species on their first deep space venture has proven irresistible. Lieutenant! I saved a seat for you. Another time, Doctor. I'm due back in the Armory. It's a bit daunting at times, trying to socialize with the crew, form friendships, but our profession guarantees that sooner or later, everyone comes to see us. It makes interaction quite a bit easier. It's just a little gastrointestinal distress. He hasn't been himself lately. Well, you've been feeding him cheese again, haven't you? You've got to learn how to say no, Captain. No more dairy products, you hear that? Doctor's orders. - I never thought - I'd meet a species that forges such intimate bonds with lesser creatures. It's surprising, the things you humans choose to invest your emotions in. Sorry to bother you with this. No bother. He was one of my more cooperative patients today. Thanks, Doc. See all the trouble you cause? I've noticed how the Captain seems to anthropomorphize his pet. He even talks to the creature, although I'm fairly certain it has no idea what he's saying. Then again, I've been known to speak to my Pyrithian bat on occasion. We won't be going to America this time, but always, I go with you wherever you go, understand? You go now, Maria. No, I stay with you... No, Maria. What I do now, I do alone. I couldn't do it if you were here. If you go, then I go, too. Don't you see how it is? Whichever one there is... No! No... We can go, if you're bored. No, no. I'd like to stay and see what happens. Shh! You won't be disappointed. The ending's classic. No, not the film. I'm sensing a rising emotional undercurrent in the room. I'm curious to see if it culminates in some kind of group response. They don't have movies where you come from, do they? We had something similar, a few hundred years ago, but they lost their appeal when people discovered their real lives were more interesting. Still, it's nice to take a eak from your life every now and then, don't you think? I suppose it is. Oh. Something in my eye. It's remarkable, Doctor. Even fictional characters seem to elicit human compassion. My shipmates have calmly faced any number of dangers and yet, a simple movie can ing tears to their eyes. Temporal vein. Temporal vein. Internal maxillary. And what is the maxillary connected to? Posterior... auricular? Very good. The external jugular. Oh, uh... Superior vena cava. And that leads to? Oh, easy, the seat of all joy and sadness. Physiologically, it is nothing more than a very efficient pump. What could possibly make you people think it is the source of all emotion? You know, you may know about our cardiopulmonary system, but you have a lot to learn about the human heart. This is me. Good night. Oh, Doctor... I just wanted to thank you. It was fun tonight. You're welcome. Uh, they're showing another one next week. Sunset Boulevard. I think you might like it. I'm sure I will. Um, see you tomorrow? Sorry, I forgot. Denobulans don't like to be touched. It's all right. I'm trying to shed some of my cultural inhibitions. Oh, in that case... Good night. Since we were on the subject of mating, I think Crewman Cutler may be romantically interested in me. I can't be certain, however. The pheromones of human females aren't as potent as Denobulans'. Are there any inhabited systems nearby? There's a Minshara-Class planet less than a light-year away. The ship's not answering our hails, Captain. It's definitely pre-warp, sir. Could be unmanned. Maybe a probe of some kind. Any bio-signs? Two, but they're very faint. Bring it into Launch Bay 2, and tell Dr. Phlox he might have a couple of patients. We... found your ship adrift. We thought we might be able to help. Trenakadula ta? Morana dunnat? I need a little more. I'm Jonathan Archer. You're on the Starship Enterprise. Kandala va gonsh. Yorata vala? Can you understand me? Who are you? What planet? Earth. We are from Earth. This is a warp vessel? Yes. We left Valakis over a year ago, along with three other ships. Why? You must have noticed our condition by now. I detected the illness. 12 million of us died the year before we left. I can only imagine how many have died since. Our doctors can't find a cure, but a more advanced people, people with warp technology like you, your medical science must be more effective. You've encountered other warp-capable species? M'klexa and the Ferengi. They both visited our world. Do you know them? No. Are you the ship's doctor? I am. My people are dying. Will you allow him to help us? Any thoughts? They did come looking for us and considering they've already met two other warp-capable species... the risk of contamination seems... acceptable. See what you can do. Thank you. If this letter arrives later than usual, Doctor, I hope you'll forgive me. I've been presented with a rather unusual case involving a pair of alien astronauts. It may not surprise you that they landed in my Sick Bay through an act of human compassion. I said before that my duties entail the occasional emergency. Emergencies, it seems, come in all shapes and sizes. I was once nearly overwhelmed by 50 patients in a refugee camp on Matalas. Captain Archer is now asking me to take responsibility for over 50 million. Um... It's a nostril? I've noticed you and Crewman Cutler spending a lot of time together. Is there something going on between you two? In Denobulan, please. Um... I believe the word you're searching for is dating. Well, are you? There are ways you can tell. To make physical contact? Well, she did kiss me on the cheek the other night. In Denobulan, Doctor. I beg your pardon? Couple. Cute couple. It's pretty crowded out there. A lot of spacecraft and artificial satellites. Nothing I can't avoid, sir. Put us in a low orbit, Travis. They're expecting us. The Captain has committed all our resources to helping people he didn't even know existed two days ago. Once again, I am struck by your species' desire to help others. It seems the more aggressively we treat the illness, the more resistant it becomes. What's the current rate of infection? One out of three. It's a full-blown epidemic. These are in the most advanced stage. You're treating them with a synthetic antibody? It's effective at first, but the disease mutates. Once it moves into the respiratory system, there's no way of controlling it. Pulmonary failure usually follows in a few days. Captain, treatment with priaxate should ease the symptoms in the sickest patients, at least temporarily. I can easily show the Valakians how to synthesize as much as they need. Go ahead. I'll need all the lab work you have and case histories of patients in every stage of the disease. Certainly. Excuse me. We're the ones that ought him here. Can you tell me how he's doing? Dak mul ahna. I'm sorry. Could you say that again? We should assign some crewmen to watch Dr. Phlox and his equipment. I don't think these people are about to steal anything. Your experience with lesser civilizations is limited, Captain. You might be surprised what a temptation our technology can be. Dak mul ahna. Kal ah ku dah. Dak mul ahna. Kal ah ku dah. Hoshi? Captain, the U.T. can't translate his language. Dukat ah pra kee, Larr. He doesn't speak the same language as you? No, he's Menk. They're not as evolved as Valakians, but they're very hard workers. They're indigenous to this planet? Is that so strange? On most of the planets we've encountered, only one species of humanoids survived the evolutionary process. You two are not from the same planet? No. We may look alike, but the similarity ends there. I don't see any Menk patients here. Where are they being treated? They haven't contracted the disease. Have you looked into their immunity? It was one of the first things we pursued, but Menk and Valakian are physiologically incompatible. Still, it could be significant. I'd like to see your data on the Menk as well. Of course. I had meant to transmit this letter by now, but the Valakian epidemic has been taking up most of my time. Working with the physicians here has been quite fulfilling. I suppose it's the reason we joined the Interspecies Medical Exchange, but I worry about falsely raising their hopes. Despite Captain Archer's confidence in me, I'm afraid the scale of the disaster may outweigh our best intentions. I've decided to enlist Crewman Cutler's help in my task. So what are the Menk like? You'll have the chance to see for yourself. You're a trained exobiologist. I'd find your assistance in the field invaluable. Thank you, Doctor. On a personal note, the affection Crewman Cutler is showing has left me a bit perplexed, so I've decided to discuss it with the one person on board who might understand the complexities of the situation. That's impossible. It's nothing to be ashamed of. My teeth were sealed with a tri-fluorinate compound 23 years ago. Well, normal wear and tear has allowed some decay to sneak in. See for yourself, hmm? There, on your anterior tricuspid. I'm sure you have more pressing concerns. I'll come back later. I'm waiting for the computer to analyze some tissue samples. It'll only take a moment to repair. Open, please. Wider. Um... you've lived among humans for quite some time now, Subcommander. I'm curious, have you ever known them to mate outside their species? Ah! There it is. Are you asking out of personal interest or scientific curiosity? Both, I suppose. There's a crewman on board I've become close with. I think she's attracted to me. In my experience, humans lack the... emotional maturity for interspecies relationships. They tend to be easily infatuated with things they find new. This crewman may simply be satisfying her curiosity at your expense. Open. Subcommander T'Pol has a very pragmatic view of the universe. I admire her logic, although she lacks the instinctiveness that a more emotional response can provide. Somehow, I find this unsettling. There. That wasn't so bad. Thanks for your insights. Be careful. Come in. You asked to see me, Captain? I just got a call from the director of the clinic. He's eager to hear if you've made any progress. Doctor? I've developed a medication to ease the symptoms of the disease. But... But? This epidemic isn't being caused by a virus or bacteria. The proteins that bind their chromosomes are deteriorating. Their illness is genetic. It's been going on for thousands of years, but the rate of mutation has accelerated over the last few generations. Based on my projections, the Valakians will be extinct in less than two centuries. I wish I had better news. What about a cure? Genetic abnormalities on this level are very difficult to reverse. But not impossible. No. I still believe the Menk immunity could be the key to a cure. I plan to study them in more detail. Take all the time you need. When I began to practice medicine, I had no idea it would take me on journeys to other worlds. Every species I encounter allows me to explore a new physiology. At the moment, I find myself in the enviable position of studying two humanoids from the same planet. It's a rare and exciting opportunity. Tell them we'd like to run some tests, take samples of their blood. It will be completely painless. Kuhl toh-bah. Kuhl pra toh-bah aren so l'tee. Y'lyn parum ta see etta'j. He's says they'd be happy to help. As fascinating as the two species are from a biological standpoint, it's their ability to coexist that intrigues me the most. The Valakians are highly evolved, technologically advanced, while the Menk are relatively primitive by comparison. To my surprise, the two seem to be living side-by-side, peacefully. Pra du matta. Pra ducat matta ku mam-pah. Koh u'tah? He wants to know what you're doing. Have you learned enough Menk to explain a molecular bioscan? Doctor... um... e'satta prah ku... ku Valakii. What'd you say? I told him the doctor was looking inside of him. Thank you. Tik-tik. Nan dah. You're welcome. Neek. Ra'sata... Food. Did he just say food? Ra'sata. Food. Have you been teaching him English? No, he must have picked it up by listening to us. Hmm, perhaps we found an assistant com officer. No food. Tik-tik. Tik-tik. Hmm, I haven't seen any crops or livestock. I wonder where they get this. Larr, ku ra'sata gol dach? Pah ku mano. N'da tom-ah. He says the soil here isn't good for planting. Gol dach puu kani Valakii. H'rat ah tyba si ohno. The Valakians don't let them live where the land is fertile. Valakii fora t'let ra'sata kee, akem, pinj erana. The Valakians give them whatever they need: food, clothing, medicine. Menk a'kata y' Valakii. He says the Valakians are good to them. They protect them. Mmm. Despite the Menk's insistence that they're treated well, my human crewmates seem to see things differently. Tik-tik. Well, that's the last one. They think the Menk are being exploited by the Valakians, so their first instinct is to rise to their defense, despite the fact that the Menk don't appear to need or want a defender. Wait a moment. Impressive. What'd he do? He's grouped the samples together by family. Cross-referenced by bloodlines and marriage if I'm interpreting the color codes correctly. Tik-tik. On the surface, the Menk appear to be a primitive species, unsophisticated even by human standards... No offense. But their abilities appear to have been underestimated, even by myself. It seems like a vacation, if I didn't keep remembering why we were here. I'm going to help Larr finish packing up. He's back on duty at the hospital in an hour. This really doesn't bother you. What? The way the Valakians treat them. Why should it? On most worlds with two humanoid species, one would have driven the other to extinction. Here, they've developed a symbiotic relationship that seems to work quite well. They force the Menk to live in compounds. They treat them almost like pets. Their culture is different. It's... their way. Doesn't make it right. Are you married, Crewman? Of course not. I would have told you. I'm married. You are? Three times. So, you have two ex-wives? I have three current wives and they each have two husbands, not counting myself. Is that considered normal for Denobulans? Quite. Why are you telling me this? I've been getting certain signals from you that suggest you may be interested in a romantic relationship with me. Oh... Unless I misinterpreted those signals. You didn't. But I still don't know why you're telling me this. You need to know that my culture is different. That doesn't matter. It doesn't? This culture's different, that seems to matter to you a great deal. Phlox... as far as your extended family goes, I'm not interested in becoming wife number four. I just want to be your friend. What do you mean by friend? Let's just see where it goes. Captain... I'm glad you could come. It was no problem. How are you feeling? The medication you gave us helps with the pain. But my... prognosis hasn't changed. We're trying to do something about that. I have a lot of faith in Dr. Phlox. I wanted to thank you for getting me home before it was too late. It took us a year to get out to where you found us; you ought us home in a day. We started out in ships very similar to yours. Someday you'll be traveling just as fast as we are. Someday may not be soon enough. If your doctor can't help us, we need to keep searching for others that can. We need warp drive. A million more of us will die before our next ship even leaves this system. With warp engines, we won't have to wait for people to find us. We can seek help on our own. You may not find that everyone you meet wants to help you. Still, we have to try. Archer. It's Phlox, Captain. We've collected all the samples. I'll meet you at the shuttlepod. Archer out. Anything to report? We've received 29 hails in the past two hours. From whom? Apparently, word of our arrival has spread quickly. Other clinics are requesting help. Two orbital spacecraft approached us while you were on the planet. They mistakenly believed that we already had a cure. We had to turn them away. Do you have a minute? The Valakians want our warp technology. What did you tell them? That I'd think about it. And? Safe to say I know where you stand on the subject. Even if you give them our reactor schematics, they don't have the technical expertise to build a warp engine. They have no experience working with antimatter. I doubt they even realize how dangerous it is. They're not ready. Then your decision shouldn't be difficult. We could stay and help them. The Vulcans stayed to help Earth 90 years ago. We're still there. I never thought I'd say this, but... I'm beginning to understand how the Vulcans must have felt. Trouble sleeping, Captain? Looks like I'm not the only one. Actually, Denobulans require very little rest. Unless you count our annual hibernation cycle. Am I going to be without my doctor this winter? Only for six days. Maybe I'll join you. Any progress? The research has been challenging to say the least. A cure, Doctor... have you found a cure? Even if I could find one, I'm not sure it would be ethical. Ethical? We'd be interfering with an evolutionary process that has been going on for thousands of years. Every time you treat an illness, you're interfering. That's what doctors do. You're forgetting about the Menk. What about the Menk? I've been studying their genome as well and I've seen evidence of increasing intelligence, motor skills, linguistic abilities... Unlike the Valakians, they appear to be in the process of an evolutionary awakening. It may take millennia. But the Menk have the potential to become the dominant species on this planet. And that won't happen as long as the Valakians are around. If the Menk are to flourish, they need an opportunity to survive on their own. Now what are you suggesting? We choose one species over the other? All I'm saying is that we let nature make the choice. The hell with nature. You're a doctor. You have a moral obligation to help people who are suffering. I'm also a scientist and I'm obligated to consider the larger issues. 35,000 years ago, your species coexisted with other humanoids, isn't that correct? Go ahead. What if an alien race had interfered and given the Neanderthals an evolutionary advantage? Fortunately for you, they didn't. I appreciate your perspective on all of this. But we're talking about something that might happen... might happen... thousands of years from now. They've asked for our help. I am not prepared to walk away based on a theory. Evolution is more than a theory. It is a fundamental scientific principle. Forgive me for saying so... but I believe your compassion for these people is affecting your judgment. My compassion guides my judgment. Captain... Can you find a cure? Doctor? I already have. Two days ago when we first discovered the alien shuttle, I had no idea that I'd be facing a dilemma of this magnitude. For the first time, I find myself in conflict with my Captain. But he is my Captain, and he's placed a great deal of trust in me. I believe I owe him the same. I only hope that he is willing to look beyond his sympathy for these poor people. Doctor. Captain. I'm... going down to the Valakian hospital. Sir... it would go against all my principles if I didn't ask you to reconsider... I have reconsidered. I spent the whole night reconsidering. And what I've decided goes against all my principles. Someday, my people are going to come up with some sort of a doctrine, something that tells us what we can and can't do out here, should and shouldn't do. But until somebody tells me that they've drafted that directive, I'm going to have to remind myself every day that we didn't come out here to play God. I'd like to think, Dr. Lucas, that if I had a chance to talk to you face-to-face, you'd have never let me even consider withholding my findings from the Captain. But I'm ashamed to say, I almost did just that. Phlox tells me this medicine will help ease the symptoms... for a decade... maybe more. A lot can happen in that time. I wouldn't be surprised if you developed a cure on your own. And if we don't? With a warp-capable starship, our chances would be greatly improved. I'm sorry. This will give you detailed instructions on how to synthesize more of the medicine. We appreciate everything you've done. If I hadn't trusted him to make the right choice, I'd have been no better than the Vulcan diplomats who held your species back because they felt you couldn't make proper decisions on your own. I came very close to misjudging Jonathan Archer. But this incident has helped me gain a new respect for him. Happiness and health to you, Doctor. Your, uh... dedicated colleague, Phlox. You wanted to see me? Please. For Dr. Lucas. It'll go out first thing in the morning. Everything all right? Fine. Fine. The past few days have been... taxing. Want my advice? Get out of Sick Bay. Yes. Perhaps you're right. Good night. Good night. Phlox to Crewman Cutler. Go ahead. I, uh, know it's short notice, but... I was wondering if you might like to join me for a little snack in the Mess Hall. I could use a, uh, a friend right about now. Ten minutes? Thank you. Sweet dreams.
You have a ten second firing window. Ready? Ready. Go. Time. Any better? Your hit-to-miss ratio is still below 50 percent. If those had been live rounds, you'd have blown out two or three bulkheads. I never had this much trouble with the EM-33. This is an entirely new weapon. Unlike the EM-33, you don't have to compensate for particle drift. Just point straight at the target. And try and keep your shoulders relaxed. It's hard to aim accurately when you're tense. You all right? Yeah, fine. You'll get the hang of it. Let's try for 20 seconds this time. I thought we were staying at warp for the next few days. Oh, we're approaching a gas giant... Class-9. So much for target practice. We'll pick it up tomorrow. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The probe's entered the outer atmosphere. Can we clean up the signal? I'm trying, sir. There's a lot of EM interference that sounds very strange. Intense magnetic fields often create unique waveforms. Let's hear them. Siren calls. That's what we called them when I was a kid. My dad would put them through the speakers whenever we flew by a gas giant. It gave me nightmares sometimes. Other than keeping Ensign Mayweather up at night, I'm not sure what we expect to accomplish here. There are four gas giants in your own solar system. None of them are Class-9. I think this one's worth a closer look. I'm reading an anomalous power signature in the lower atmosphere. And several bio-signs. Get the probe closer. Aye, sir. We can travel faster than the speed of light. You'd think we could find a cure for the common cold. You should be grateful a human cold is so mild. I once had a patient with the Kamaraazite flu. He sneezed so violently, he nearly regurgitated his pineal gland. I don't see how I could actually catch a cold on a hermetically sealed starship. Oh, you may have picked up a virus from a piece of equipment. It could have been lurking inside a sealed container. I did open a case of plasma coolant. Whoever packed that case was probably nursing a cold. But that was back at Spacedock five months ago. You underestimate the tenacity of a virus, Lieutenant. It can lay dormant for months... adapt to whatever environment it finds itself in. This should ease the symptoms. But the only cure I know of involves bed rest. Oh, no, that'll have to wait. The Captain wants me on the team investigating that shipwreck. Ah. Well, you won't be contagious inside an environment suit. Just try not to sneeze in your helmet. I'll do my best. Come in. Hoshi. Do you have a minute, sir? Of course. What's on your mind? That shipwreck. We have no idea what type of life-forms we'll find on that alien vessel and... there's a lot of interference in the atmosphere. Are you sure the away team won't need a translator? They have their U.T.s. And we'll try to keep an open com link. What about the language on the control panels, the hatches? They might need someone to help them find their way around. Are you trying to tell me something? I realize that I haven't always been the first one in line to volunteer for this type of mission, but I want you to know that I am prepared to go. Took a while, but I think I finally got my space legs. I never doubted that you'd find them. Your timing couldn't be better. T'Pol just asked me to assign you to the team. You'd better get to the Launch Bay before they leave without you. Aye, sir. I thought you were acquainted with the environmental suit. I am. I'm just ushing up on the backup systems. I wouldn't want the emergency oxygen to fail during a hull each. Trust me, Ensign. If there's a hull each, the pressure will crush you into something about this big. I requested you for your skills as a translator, but if you're uncomfortable... I am perfectly comfortable. I used to find the suits a little claustrophobic, but I'm getting used to them. I'll see you in the shuttlepod. It's 100 kilometers below us. Still descending. Gravity's pulling it deeper into the atmosphere. At their current altitude, the pressure is 15,000 GSC. That's well within our hull tolerance. For the moment. But at the rate that vessel is sinking, we'll have an hour at most. You sound uncomfortable, Subcommander. I'm merely stating facts. We'll be on our way back well before we're in any danger. I, for one, have no interest in imploding a valuable shuttlepod. Or three valuable officers. We've entered an eddy of liquid helium. We're clear. That wasn't so bad. 100 meters. Is that a hatch on the port side? I see it. 50 meters. 40... What's that? It's just the proximity alarm. 20 meters. Ten... Engaging docking interface. Nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere. Carbon dioxide levels are high, but nothing's toxic. It's eathable. You first. Perhaps we should leave the helmets on. What is it? You can't smell that? No. This damn cold. Count your blessings. You two might want to take a look at this. It says deck two, red sector. What language? Klingon. I thought you knew Klingon ships. Why didn't you recognize this one from the outside? There are many classes of ships. I'm not familiar with all of them. So, I'm assuming you don't know how many Klingons are on board. I'm reading three bio-signs. That way. All very weak. How weak? They're still alive. We should leave before they regain consciousness. And what if they don't? The atmosphere is going to crush their ship like an eggshell pretty soon. Shouldn't we try to help them? They don't want our help. How do you know? They're Klingons. To die at their post assures them a path to the afterlife. If we rescue them, they'd be dishonored. Well, I, for one, don't intend to just fly off and let these people die, honorable deaths or not. Your compassion is admirable, but misguided. If they awake and find us on their ship, they'll kill us. How many are there? Three on the Bridge. But I'm detecting at least nine more bio-signs on board. You can't tell what happened to them? I'm detecting residual amounts of a carbon- dioxide-based neurotoxin, but it seems to have dissipated. There's not enough to affect us. Stand by. How long is the pod's hull going to hold up? At their present rate of descent... half hour, give or take. T'Pol... Yes, Captain. You've got 20 minutes to see if you can do anything for that crew. Then I want you out of there. Understood? I don't believe there's anything we can do in 20 minutes. I suggest we leave now. You have a margin of safety... Captain? T'Pol to Enterprise. Damn interference. Or we've dropped out of com range. We still have 20 minutes. It doesn't make sense to place ourselves at risk when they'd rather die. There must be something we can do. Maybe they have a distress beacon we can activate. I doubt you'll find one. Klingons don't call for help. What if we carry some of them into the pod? We could save three or four. And if they wake up on the trip back to Enterprise? What's that? It's our shuttlepod taking off. Try it now. Archer to T'Pol. What's your status? They're back in com range. Captain. Shuttlepod 1, respond. Sir, they're heading into open space. We're picking up something. Duj-to! Chak wa kaH Deesh paklah! Kah Deesh paklah! Sounds like Klingon. I'll try to tie in the U.T. chak wa kaH Deesh paklah! KaH Deesh paklah! 'kiv Duj... in range. Respond. We've been attacked by an unknown ship... Designation Enterprise NX-01. Any warships in range, respond. Set a pursuit course. Aye, sir. Bring the grappler on line. We've got it. Bridge to Security. Send a team to Launch Bay 1. Trip. The Bridge is yours, Travis. Yes, sir. Everybody all right? Archer to the Bridge. Mayweather. Have you still got a fix on the shipwreck? Yes, sir. Transfer the coordinates to the Launch Bay. I'm going back for the boarding party. Sir, the alien ship sunk another 2,000 meters. It's below the shuttle's safety limits. Then polarize the hull plating. We'll take Enterprise down. There's got to be some way off this ship. What about escape pods? I don't know about the structural integrity of Klingon escape pods. My guess is we're better off in here. It's irrelevant, Lieutenant. Klingons don't use escape pods. It would be considered an act of cowardice to abandon ship. Maybe we can use their com system to contact Enterprise. I doubt their com will penetrate the EM field any better than our own. If we can access their helm controls, we might be able to put this vessel into a stable orbit. I haven't had much experience at piloting Klingon ships. We have no other choice. Start translating those consoles. Look for anything marked propulsion, helm, navigation. I'll try, but reading Klingon is a lot different than speaking it. We could always try waking one of them to help us. All right. Kolat chack tabak... plasma containment maybe. You're certain? Containment. I'm certain. Pu'DaH dak cha... Something they call photon torpedoes. Photon torpedoes? I never heard of anything like that. What else? This all looks like weapon systems. Torpedoes, tactical sensors, disruptor arrays... What about this one? I recognize pressure. ka'tahl. That can mean wall or barrier? Or hull? Maybe. If I'm reading this correctly, we've got a few hours at most. The hull integrity is failing. Then we better hurry. This appears to be the helm station. I think you're right. Quee nagaH... impulse drive. Good work, Hoshi. Hoshi? It says the pressure's failing in the J'khat baH... fusion manifold. Do you know what that means? To quote our very own Mr. Tucker, it means we're dead in the water. Archer to boarding party. Come in. We read you, Captain. How are you holding up? We're doing okay, sir. It's nice to hear your voice. What's your status? We've been attempting to restart their engines, but they appear to be off-line. Don't worry about it. We're coming to get you. Travis, how much farther? 10,000 meters. But I'm having a hard time getting a fix on them. Too much interference. Is our probe still working? Barely. Try using it to triangulate their position. The probe's gone! Sir, external pressure's at maximum. I'm afraid we've got a little hitch in our rescue plan. The hull plating is failing. We'll be back for you as soon as we can. In the meantime, just sit tight. See what you can do about getting those engines back on line. Captain, you're eaking up. Captain? Release me! Cowards! Let me die on my feet! T'Pol was right. There's a neurotoxin in her bloodstream. Untreated, it could kill her within a day or two. Can you do anything? I'm working on it. T'Pol said the Klingons were unconscious. Why is this one so lively? She's showing the effects of hypothermia. My guess is she took refuge in a low-temperature environment aboard her ship. The cold would have delayed the effects of the toxin. I demand to speak to your Captain. You know, I read if they sense a leader's weak, they'll try to kill him and take command. I'm the Captain. I have never seen your kind before, but you have made an enemy of the Klingon Empire. From what I've noticed, that's not hard to do. You stranded three of my people down there. You raided my vessel! Infected my crew! We didn't infect anyone. We boarded your ship to try and help. Liar. Look... I don't know what happened to your crew, but we had nothing to do with it. Now your vessel is sinking deeper into the atmosphere. Unless we do something, it'll be destroyed. Better that than let it fall into your hands. I've got three very capable people on your ship. Let them help. If you tell them how to get the engines running, they can fly it out of there. And fly it where? Back to your world to steal our secrets? No. When our birds-of-prey arrive, your ship will be destroyed. Remind me to stop trying to help people. I found these schematics in the Vulcan database. It's a Raptor-class scout vessel. How long will it last down there? Its hull's at least twice as thick as ours, reinforced with some kind of coherent molecular alloy. Yeah, it's a tough little ship, but it can't hold up under that pressure forever. What if we use duratanium aces to reinforce a shuttlepod? It won't look pretty, but... it might hold up long enough for us to get our people out. Our only other option is for T'Pol and Malcolm to fix a oken-down Klingon ship and fly it out themselves. I don't think we're going to get any help from our guest in Sick Bay. Get started on those aces. Keep an eye out for any Klingon ships coming this way. Aye, sir. Ah, the one time we need our Chief Engineer is the one time we leave him behind. Come look at this. OonoS Thrott! Nej joS mlch ka Xanant 'ach pagh. Bak Doj diS ko teHa! SeH da bat'lacH. S'taQ paH dena... Q'tahL-Class planet. We destroyed their ship, but we've sustained damage in our port fusion injector. We've descended into the outer atmosphere of a Q'tahL-Class planet to make repairs, in case there are other Xarantine ships in the area. My crew is falling ill and I have been unable to determine why. If we had died when the Xarantine attacked, our honor would be secure, but to fall victim to some disease... to be crushed into nothing... in the depths of this miserable planet... Sounds like we need to find the port fusion injector. Wait, I saw that somewhere. Here. One deck below us. It's in the reactor pit. Reactor pit? Could that be Engineering? Could be. This one? No. That says something about plasma induction. Here it is. Port fusion injector. I think I might have made a tactical error dealing with the Klingon woman. I asked her for help. She could see that as a sign of weakness. You been boning up on your Klingon psychology? We've run into them three times, and every time they've wanted to destroy us. I'd love to figure out why. You know, maybe the best thing is just to steer clear of them. That might not be so easy, but we could use their help right now. If we could reestablish a com signal with T'Pol and the others, the Klingon woman could probably talk them through the repairs, but she's got a thousand generations of instinct telling her not to trust me. Well, maybe it's time you started thinking like a Klingon. Are you okay? Yes! I seem to be getting a little light-headed. Must be the heat. You're dehydrated. You need some water. I saw a galley on the schematics. Deck four, blue sector. I'll see what I can find. You shouldn't go alone. Watch yourselves. Ugh. It's called gagh. It's a Klingon delicacy, but only when they're alive. They look like worms. They are worms. Targs. Klingons prefer their food freshly slaughtered. Are you all right? I promised myself I wouldn't do this. You're in a dangerous situation in an alien environment. Your anxiety is understandable. Don't you mean for a human? You can't deny your nature. This may sound strange... but I envy you sometimes. I know. Another... pesky human emotion. But there are times I wish I could just ignore my feelings, bury them the way Vulcans do. Take my hand. Excuse me? My hand. Close your eyes. Think of yourself on a turbulent ocean. You have the power to control the waves. Whatever it is you're trying to do, it's not working. Focus. The waves are subsiding. The water is growing still. You're in control. That was... amazing. When we return to the ship, I'll teach you how to do it on your own. Thanks. Lieutenant Reed, report. The hull pressure's approaching critical! This ship's about to be crushed! It'll work. If you're wrong, you could destroy the ship. Look, even with Hoshi's help, it could take hours just to find the fusion injector in here. We're out of time. I say we try the weapons. How do you know you can even access the tactical systems? If there's one thing on board this ship I ought to be able to figure out, it's the torpedoes. I'd like to run one more structural diagnostic before you launch. Qapla'. I beg your pardon? Success. I decided to take your advice about thinking like a Klingon. The Vulcan database has about 900 pages on them. Learn anything? Plenty. They're driven by a warrior mentality. They tend to view anyone they meet as a potential enemy. That may explain why our guest is so irritable. They also have a strong sense of duty. Uh, Heh CHo' mruak tah. Death before dishonor. Finish up that diagnostic. I'll be in Sick Bay. Going to go put your homework to use? Something like that. Please relax. If you strain against the straps, you might hurt yourself. What's that? Is that what you used against my crew? Dr. Phlox has developed an antidote to the neurotoxin in your system. Is this how you plan to gain my trust? First poison me, then miraculously cure me? Have you had a drink lately? What? The bio-agent that affected you and your crew was consumed, apparently in alcohol. Specifically, the toxin was bonded to a molecule unique to Xarantine ale. There was a raid. Yes? I can understand your not wanting to talk about it if the raid went badly for you. The Xarantines are no match for us! We attacked their outpost and took what we wanted. And that included some Xarantine ale? Did your whole crew drink it? The triumph belonged to all. I'll take that as a yes. It was that ale that infected you, not us. Think about it. When did your crew start getting sick? Was it right after the raid? After you cele ated your victory? This is a trick. Is it? How do you feel? Better or worse since the injection? We can make enough of this for your entire crew if it's not too late. What if this isn't a trick? What if we're telling you the truth? You'd be letting your crew die a very dishonorable death when you could have saved them. Can you live with that? 1,000 meters... 2,000... 3,000. No effect! We're still sinking. The shock wave dissipated before it reached us. We'll need to detonate one closer next time. The ship's hull is under enough pressure already. If you detonate a torpedo too close... And if I don't? We need to generate a large enough shock wave to push us into a higher orbit. To do that, the blast has to be big and it has to be close. You heard the Subcommander. Load two this time. Sensor resolution's dropping off. This was your plan? To grope in the darkness and hope to stumble across my ship? That's how we found it the first time. What was that? Weapons fire. Where? Bearing 297 mark 261, down about two kilometers. Did it work? We've moved up, but only 200 meters. That's all? A compartment just collapsed, deck three, green sector. This whole damn ship's coming apart. How many torpedoes do we have left? Six. Load two more. It won't be enough. Load the weapons. We already tried... It didn't work. Ensign... She's right. We'll never reach a safe altitude climbing a few hundred meters at a time. The longer we stand around arguing the more ground we lose. Fire them all. What if we detonated all the torpedoes at once? We may gain enough altitude, but I doubt we'd make it in one piece. I don't know about you, but I'm willing to take the chance. We'll detonate at 800 meters. I was thinking more like 500. Look, I didn't come all this way to get crushed in the atmosphere of some anonymous gas giant. Loading ports one through six. Brace yourselves. Torpedoes armed. What is it? Another explosion. There's a shock wave this time. Hang on! T'Pol. What have you been shooting at? We used the shock waves to gain some altitude, but it's only temporary. We'll start sinking again, unless we can come up with a way to get this ship out of here. I ought someone who should be able to help do just that. We're docking now. I believe you've all met Officer Bu'kaH. What's the status of their engines? The Klingon crew made most of the necessary repairs before they were overcome, but the port fusion injector is still damaged. I will tend to my own ship. I didn't ing you down here just so you could die with your shipmates. My crew risked their lives to get this ship out of danger. I don't intend to leave until the job's finished. Sir, there are two ships approaching at high warp. I think they're Klingon. How long till they get here? 16 minutes. We're being hailed. It's the Captain! On screen. This is Klingon Raptor Somraw, hailing Enterprise. Request permission to disembark four passengers. Well, I don't see why not. I kept your seat warm for you. Thanks. Get ready to eak orbit, Travis. I think we've had about enough of this place. Aye, Captain. It's the Raptor, sir. They're hailing us. Calling to say thanks? I doubt it. Put it through. What can I do for you? Prepare to surrender your vessel. Maybe your engineer neglected to tell you, but, uh, we just saved you and your crew. You violated our ship, accessed our weapons. It was either that or stand by and watch you get crushed. Disruptors! They're charging weapons. You wouldn't last ten seconds in a battle with us. You've got multiple hull eaches, your shields are down, and from what I'm told, you're fresh out of torpedoes. If I were you, I'd take what little honor I had left and go home. Fire one shot, and I'll blast you right back to where we found you. They're moving off. Get us out of here before their friends show up. Is someone going to get that? You're closer. T'Pol. This is Dr. Phlox. You'll be happy to know that you're now free of any microbes or parasites. Your captivity in Decon is over. Are you sure, Doctor? Who knows what was living on that ship? What if we picked up something your scans can't detect? Well, I'm quite sure you didn't. I've run every possible test. Maybe you should run them again, Doctor. I believe I'm developing a slight... headache. Of course, if you insist. I wouldn't want to miss anything. Thank you, Doctor. That should buy us at least another half an hour. Oh, I could stay in here all day. Mmm... Went to a spa once in Mexico. The most relaxing place I've ever been, but it doesn't compare to this. Oh, it certainly feels nice to be clean again. It is pleasant. Do you smell that? I don't smell anything. Exactly.
The loss to the Vulcan people is incalculable. P'Jem was one of our most revered sanctuaries. Ambassador... we are very sorry for your loss. But with all due respect, the High Command has to take some responsibility. You were using the monastery as a surveillance station. We were observing a dangerous and aggressive neighbor. The Andorians wouldn't have found the station, if your people hadn't interfered. They've been in space for six months and they've already destabilized an entire sector. I'm afraid I can't agree with that, Ambassador. This was a volatile situation long before Starfleet got involved. Perhaps if you'd been a little more open with us, this tragedy might have been avoided. We warned you something like this would happen. He's too impulsive. Captain Gardner would have made a far more suitable commanding officer. The Vulcan Consulate doesn't make command assignments here. There was a time when your people sought our guidance. I regret that time has passed. I've been recalled to Vulcan for consultation. In the meantime, our joint fleet operations have been suspended. Yes, Admiral? Get me Captain Archer. Aye, sir. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I noticed we changed course overnight. I found a new system in the Vulcan database... Coridan. They're only a few light-years away, so I thought we'd, uh, take a look. Inhabited? Just over three billion humanoids. Apparently, the Vulcans have a mining agreement with them. I had Hoshi send a message to their chancellor and she invited us to visit their capital city. Then I'll start shining my boots. I think I'll just take Hoshi this time. The chancellor asked me to limit the number of people I ing down, until they get to know us better. Oh. It's really too bad. According to the database, they've got the largest starship construction yards in the sector. They're supposed to have ships that can run circles around the Vulcans. Better than 6.5? They say... some Coridan ships have reached warp 7, but, nah, that's just a rumor. Warp 7? You should lend Hoshi your camera. I'll be sure she takes lots of pictures. Ah, you had me going there for a minute! You're just too easy a target. So you're taking me, right? Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. I'm receiving a transmission from Starfleet Command. It's Admiral Forrest, sir. Was anyone killed? The Andorians gave the monks three hours before they started their bombardment. Fortunately, they all got out in time. How are the Vulcans taking this? Not well. I can't really blame the Andorians for reacting this way... Jon... If the roles were reversed, the Vulcans might have done the same thing. The Vulcans may have good reason for keeping an eye on them. I've seen the reports. These Andorian commandos are a dangerous group. That's the same crap the Vulcans used to say about us. Jon, you're doing a lot of good work, but you've got to be more careful. Earth can't be getting involved in interspecies conflicts. I understand. I'm afraid I've got some more bad news. Come in. Have a seat. I just spoke with Admiral Forrest. There's no easy way to say this. The Andorians destroyed the sanctuary at P'Jem. Were there any survivors? Fortunately, the monks... And the intelligence operatives... Were given advance warning. They're fine. Was there time to remove any of the relics? I don't know. The High Command believes we're to blame for this. They're... sending a ship to take you back to Vulcan. It'll be here in two days. I won't have time to complete my scans of this sector. I'll ask Ensign Mayweather to finish them. Maybe I wasn't clear. This isn't a temporary transfer. They're reassigning you. I understand the situation, Captain. I'm certain the High Command will find you a suitable replacement. Am I the only one who has a problem with this? Because you seem perfectly fine. My assignment to the Enterprise was only supposed to last eight days. It was unrealistic to expect it to continue indefinitely. The High Command is looking for a scapegoat... Someone to blame. They can't punish me, so they're taking it out on my Science Officer. Sounds like an emotional reaction, if you ask me. I am largely responsible for what happened. Don't give yourself too much credit. I was the one who found P'Jem in the database, and I led the landing party. I want you to know I'm filing a protest with the High Command. That won't make any difference. You don't know that. Captain... I was assigned to Enterprise not simply as an observer, but to represent the interests of the Vulcan people. It's clear in the eyes of my superiors, I haven't done that. They have no right to do this to you. You're a part of my crew. For another 48 hours. Was there anything else? No. This is just another part of the joke, right? Sorry, Trip, but I've got to take T'Pol on this one. I need to spend some time with her alone. Now I know you're pulling my leg. T'Pol is being transferred. A Vulcan ship's on its way to take her back. What? Meet me for lunch; I'll fill you in. May I? I just heard about your transfer. I'm sorry you'll be leaving us. I'm sure you'll excel at whatever new assignment you're given. I haven't received another assignment. I assumed you were being promoted. My superiors believe that I'm responsible for the destruction of the P'Jem Sanctuary. Do you agree with their assessment? It's the logical conclusion. I'm certain the High Command would reconsider your transfer if they knew everything you've done for this crew. You realize you're not the first Vulcan officer to be posted aboard a human starship. The High Command has tried this before, but none of the others lasted more than a few weeks. They found their crewmates too chaotic and unpredictable. But you've been here more than six months, and you haven't merely tolerated this crew; you've become part of it. Isn't it logical to take pride in that accomplishment? Pride is a human indulgence. I suppose it is. Oh, I have it on good authority that several crew members are planning a gathering in your honor. I believe it's called a going-away party. I'd keep on alert if I were you. So... what do you know about Coridan? There are three billion inhabitants, mostly concentrated in several cities in the equatorial region. I wasn't asking for the statistics. Your people have been coming here for decades. You must know something about their culture... Kinds of food they eat, what they do for fun. The Vulcan database doesn't contain that information. Of course not. I'm uncertain why I was chosen for this mission. These people have never seen humans before. It makes sense for someone with a familiar face to make the introductions. I have a lot of work to complete before the Vulcan ship arrives. Don't worry... I'll get you back in plenty of time. I just... thought you might enjoy one final mission with your Captain. Or maybe I should just take you back to Enterprise. We're only a few minutes from the capital. Returning to the ship now would be a waste of fuel. Enterprise to Captain Archer. Go ahead, Trip. We're reading a ship closing on you fast. I got it. Some kind of fixed-wing aircraft. Did the chancellor say anything about sending an escort? I don't think they're an escort. Alien vessel. Reduce to one-quarter power and adjust heading to 317 mark 5. I'm taking evasive action. Bring the plasma weapons on line. Ready. Fire. Houdini could get out of this. Perhaps you should invite him on your next mission. Harry Houdini was a magician... an escape artist. He was famous for being able to free himself from any kind of restraint... Rope, chains, anything. That seems unlikely. That's why he was called a magician. Some people say he was double-jointed. I don't suppose Vulcans are double-jointed. Unfortunately, not. A Vulcan. What ings you to Coridan? If you want answers, talk to me. You're her superior? That's right. I don't recognize your species. I'm human. From the planet Earth. Never heard of Vulcans taking orders from anyone. There's been a misunderstanding. We're here at the invitation of your chancellor. She's not my chancellor. That government is kept in power by the Vulcans. If you're with them, you're on the wrong side. What kind of weapon is this? If you won't tell me... It's a phase-pistol. We'll put these to good use. I'm curious about your starship. What can you tell me about it? Our protein resequencer can make chicken sandwiches. Stop! He's not a tactical officer. He's the ship's steward. We're here to prepare a banquet for your chancellor. Your people have a reputation for truthfulness. You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Vulcan? Now I understand. You're the Captain, aren't you? Perhaps. Whoever you are, you picked the wrong time for a visit. A steward? We believe your shuttle was forced down by members of a radical faction. But since the attack took place outside our sensor grid, your officers won't be easy to find. You didn't tell us about any factions. They're a small group. We had no idea they were capable of an attack like this. But be assured, Commander, your people are almost certainly still alive. Almost certainly? The radicals will want something in exchange for the hostages. They always do. Side arms, dicobalt explosives. It's important that you don't give them anything. Is this how you protect your visitors? You might have told us about your little war before you invited us down. We're not at war, Commander. This is an isolated incident. I don't care what you call it. We just want to know where are people are. We are doing everything in our power to find them. We're not going to sit on our hands and wait for a ransom note. Start scanning for human and Vulcan bio-signs. There are billions of people down there. It could take days. It might be easier to locate the shuttlepod. I'll try, but if the pod's been powered down, it's almost impossible to pick up its signature. We've got to start somewhere. Ready? Yes. Go. Easy. Come on. Go. Oh! No! I think we got a little higher that time. Only a few centimeters. That's not frustration I hear in your voice? No. Good. Let's try it again. One, two, three. Ready? Yes. Go. I think these are starting to come loose. How about yours? Slightly. If we can turn around, face each other... We might be able to untie these knots. You'd think that Vulcan database might have mentioned these people were fighting a civil war. The database is accurate. The Coridan government doesn't view this as a civil war. I imagine your people are going to want their database back, too. Well, they can have it. Can you reach the knot? I believe so. Without the database, you wouldn't have found this planet... or P'Jem. You're not responsible for what happened. You didn't have any idea that your people had installed a listening post. Or that there were Andorian commandos there. Enterprise had no good reason to visit a Vulcan sanctuary. I had the opportunity to protest, but I chose not to. It's clear that living among humans has caused my reasoning to become compromised. I think I understand. You're running away because you're afraid to become one of us. I am not running away. Then why aren't you fighting this transfer? Your people took something away from my father that meant a lot to him. They're not going to do the same thing to me. Oh... Get his weapon. Stop! It's definitely a ditanium signature. About four kilometers outside the capital. It's practically under their noses. From what we can tell, the entire capital is surrounded by a shantytown. There are almost as many bio-signs on the outskirts as there are inside the city. Looks like these people have a lot to learn about building a free society. Have you found human or Vulcan bio-signs? Not yet. What about the pod's transponder? They must have switched it off. Sir, I've got a rescue team standing by in the Launch Bay. Hold on, Malcolm. We don't even know if this is our pod. I don't want to go down and find it's some alien tractor. It's our shuttlepod. I'm certain of it. All I'm suggesting is we go down and have a look around. Sir, we're being hailed. Audio only. Who is it? I can't tell. Put them through. Is this Enterprise? Yes. And you are? We're holding your Captain and your steward. In exchange for their safe return, we want 40 of your phase weapons. The same type we found aboard your shuttle. You'll be hailed at this time tomorrow. Wait, let me talk to the Captain. I'm sure you wouldn't want any harm to come to her. We'll rely on your full compliance. Hello? They've cut transmission. Were you able to trace it? They were using a triaxilating signal. They called the Captain her. Are we sure they've got the right hostages? At least it sounds like they're still alive. For how long? We don't have 40 phase-pistols. We've got 15. And even if we give them to these people, there's no guarantee they'll keep their word. We know where the shuttle is. We have to send a team down now, while we still have the element of surprise. We're getting another transmission. Probably thought of something else they want. It's not from the planet. It's coming from a Vulcan ship... The Ni'Var. Put it up. Where's Captain Archer? He's not here right now. Can I help you? Inform him that we'll be arriving within the hour. You guys made great time. We weren't expecting you until tomorrow. You obviously made an error in your calculations. Please have Subcommander T'Pol ready to depart when we arrive. We've got a... bit of a problem. She's not here either. She and the Captain were on their way to the capital city when they were kidnapped. How convenient. I'm telling you, they were kidnapped. How do you know this? Maybe the ransom demand we just received gave us a clue. They threatened to kill them both if we didn't give them what they want. It would be irrational to kill the hostages. They would lose their negotiating position. Maybe we're not dealing with the most rational people down there. Did you consider that? Since this situation involves a Vulcan officer, we will take over the investigation. It would be best if you refrained from any foolish endeavors. What the hell's that supposed...? I'm getting real sick of being cut off. Your vessel is ill-equipped to mount a rescue mission. You would most likely become captives yourselves. My team will penetrate their base of operations. What does that mean? Sounds to me like you're planning an assault. Did it ever occur to you that that could get the Captain and T'Pol killed? We've dealt with this sort of threat in the past. Swift, decisive action is the logical response. You're awfully trigger-happy for someone who's repressed his emotions. They've threatened the life of a Vulcan officer. We must discourage any such incidents in the future. This isn't your planet. Maybe the Coridan government has something to say about this. I've already been in contact with the chancellor. She's given me full authority to implement this action. You don't really care what happens to them, do you? You probably wouldn't mind if they got caught in the crossfire. You'd consider it payback for what happened at P'Jem. It's not Vulcan policy to negotiate with terrorists. Not even if it saves lives? Any data you may have on the location of your Captain and the Subcommander would be useful. Sorry, we don't have anything. Warm up the shuttlepod. We can't eat like this. Friendly. Can you pick up yours? No. Dig in, Subcommander. I don't think you'll be able to send this back for some plomeek oth. I'm not hungry. I didn't ask if you were hungry. You need to keep up your strength, so eat. That's an order. Look at this. We're being hailed. It's the Vulcans. Here we go. This is Sopek. Where's Commander Tucker? He's unavailable at the moment. Can I take a message? I want to know where that shuttlepod was going. What shuttlepod is that? The one that left your Launch Bay nine minutes ago. I really wouldn't know, sir. We get shuttlepods coming and going all the time. It's a little like Union Station around here. I want to know where Commander Tucker is. I'm sorry. Your transmission's eaking up. I guess not everyone gets to live in Emerald City. Yeah. You should have listened to the Vulcan. He warned you against doing anything foolish. What the hell are you doing here? Looking out for you pinkskins. If you had gone anywhere near that shuttlepod, you'd have been killed. They left it in the open for you to find. How do you know what Sopek told me? That was a secure transmission. Sopek is the senior Vulcan officer in the sector. Naturally, we keep him under close surveillance. We've been monitoring all Vulcan transmissions and ship deployments since the incident at P'Jem. We know they're preparing for a war against us. I'm no fan of the Vulcans, but they're not warmongers. There's already a war going on and the Vulcans are in the middle of it. Several rebel factions here are working to overthrow their government... A corrupt government that has very close ties to your peace-loving, logical friends. So, you and the rebels figure you both have a common enemy. The hostage-takers have no plans to return your Captain or the female. Once you deliver the weapons, they'll be killed. Fortunately for you, we have a relationship with the downtrodden here. You tried to kill us last time we met. Why are you trying to help us now? I haven't... slept well since our encounter at the Vulcan sanctuary. I don't like being indebted to anyone, least of all your Captain. You're right. You never would have found that spy station without his help. Once he's free, my debt will be repaid in full. Show them. Your people are being held here. These are barracks for the guards. How many? At least four inside the compound, two more up on the wall, here, and two guards outside the gate, all armed with particle weapons. How'd you get this level of detail? We have an operative inside the compound. Unless he's going to take out these guards, you're not going to have an easy time getting all the way to the hostages. It's not your concern. It is if you get the Captain killed. You're outnumbered four to one. Wouldn't you like to improve those odds? They could be useful. Give them their weapons. Captain, can you hear me? Trip. It's me and Malcolm, sir. We're about half a kilometer away. Just the two of you? Not exactly. We met up with some old friends down here... Andorians. Apparently, one of them thinks he owes you a favor. He couldn't have picked a better time. One of the people guarding you is working with them. When he unties you, head for the gate. It's about 20 meters from the building you're in. Until he shows up, just sit tight. That won't be a problem. . ... Cold, isn't it? Andorian ale? It'll warm you up. Who's that? Ah, it's just my friend, nothing to... Get off me! Hey, let me go. What the hell is going on? Get down. Vulcans! Did you know they were planning to do this? You're the ones who have their com system bugged. Our escape plan's shot to hell. We've got to get them out of there. Good to see you, Captain. What's going on? The Vulcans crashed our rescue party. Thanks. I believe this is yours. It's the scanner she gave me from the Vulcan listening post. Seems you went to a lot of trouble to return it. I'm here for only one reason. I need a good night's sleep. My debt is repaid. Your presence here is a violation of the Tau Ceti Accords. You lecture us about treaty violations? Put down your weapons! I know better than to lower my guard around Vulcans. Look, we're all on the same side here. Let's get her to the ship. She's no longer your responsibility. We'll treat her on the Ni'Var. She's still my Science Officer. Is the pod close? Yes, sir. Let's go. You should be the one dying, not her. How is she? Her injuries were quite extensive. Will she live? I wish I could say. I know how you must feel. She saved my life once, too. She can be a real pain in the ass. Stubborn... arrogant... sometimes she makes me angry enough I want to shove her out an airlock. I can understand why the High Command's upset. But it took a lot of courage to step in front of that plasma bullet. Do you really want to take her back home in disgrace? Nothing can excuse what she did at the sanctuary. I'm not asking for anyone to pin a medal on her. All I'm asking is that she be given a second chance. If a respected Vulcan Captain went before the High Command and made a plea on T'Pol's behalf... Told them how she saved the life of a superior officer... Wouldn't they think twice about this transfer? I can't return without her. She suffered extreme trauma. I wouldn't advise moving her for quite some time. I'm meeting with the High Command in three days. Perhaps, if there's time, I'll discuss this matter with them. Thank you. What happened? Whoa, whoa... You were shot. Don't you remember? Captain Sopek? He's all right, thanks to you. I'd like to return to my quar... I'm afraid you're going to have to stay here at least another 24 hours. You made quite an impression on Sopek. I've got a feeling he's going to talk to the High Command about that transfer order. I'd say the odds are pretty good you're going to be with us for a while longer. You should have consulted me first. It's probably not too late if you want to catch up to him. That won't be possible. Leaving Sick Bay would violate my doctor's orders.
The Captain said they'd be mapping this asteroid field, but I can't see head nor tails of them. Maybe it's another asteroid field. No, this is the one. Two primaries... 17 planetesimals. Well, they weren't expecting us back for three days. Maybe they finished and went off to do something else. Well, with our sensor array down, we won't know when they get back until we see them. Any luck with the com? Dead as a doornail. I don't understand it. No doubt you'll have your boys take this pod apart piece by piece, once it's back in the launch bay. I'd feel a lot more comfortable having everything in working order by the time Enterprise gets back. Oh... well, tinker all you like. I've got a copy of Ulysses here. I doubt I'll even be halfway through it by the time the ship gets back. I'd rather realign every microcircuit on this shuttle than try to wade through that baby. British schools have a core curriculum. It serves to provide a well-rounded education. Sometimes I think you North Americans read nothing but comic books and those ridiculous science fiction novels. I'll have you know that Superman was laced with metaphor. Subtext layered on subtext. Oh, if only Dr. Cochrane had been a European, the Vulcans would have been far less reticent to help us. But, no... he had to be from Montana. He probably spent his nights reading about cowboys and Indians. Well, I don't recall any Europeans figuring out how to build a warp engine. Commander... No Brits, no Italians, no Serbo-Croatians... Commander... I think you'd better come and take a look at this. Bring us in closer. Is it a ship? If the damn sensors were only working, we could... Bring us around again. There. Slow down. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Come in. How are the Tesnians doing? Dr. Phlox can only keep 12 of them in the Decon Chamber at a time. What about the other... What is it, 22? He's rotating them. They seem to be doing fine on our atmosphere, but they need at least six hours of boron gas a day. He says we've got enough to get them home. Have you learned their language? Yes, sir. What do they have to say? They're pretty rattled. Most of them had been on that ship for years. It's a lot to digest they lost everything. They're alive. Does the Captain have any idea what happened? No. And he feels terrible about the damage to Enterprise. He has no idea what went wrong. When they approached our docking port, they lost control of their sensor array, and then a few seconds later, their navigation system went out. Thank God their escape pods were working. I saw the wreckage on the asteroid. There wasn't much left. Archer to Mayweather. What's our ETA? We should reach Tesnia in about 20 hours, sir. Good work. That should get us back to our rendezvous coordinates well before Trip and Malcolm get there. Let's drop out of warp for a few minutes. I want to inspect the damage to the launch doors. Aye, sir. Who's in charge of Engineering while Trip's away? Lieutenant Hess. Tell her to get a team working on a new starboard door for Launch Bay 2. Everything else check out all right? Astrometrics detected what could be micro-singularities in the vicinity of the asteroid field. Micro-singularities are a Vulcan myth. There's no scientific evidence that they exist. Our deflectors registered some unusual charged particles at the same time the Tesnian ship began to malfunction. Any similar damage on Enterprise? No. But our hull plating was polarized. Mm-hmm. Micro-singularities. If the Vulcans had their way, they'd blame them for the common cold. How about the lifeboats? They could have launched the lifeboats before the crash. They'd be here. They only go 300 KPH. They'd be right here waiting for us to return. Are we sure there are no survivors? Commander, we have to figure out what we're going to do. We can't just leave. That's Enterprise. At least we should find the black boxes. With what? We have no radio. Nothing to pick up the beacons. What's the range in our distress beacon? It's off-line. I'm talking about the portable one, the one in the away kit. Ten million kilometers... maybe 20. But I highly doubt there'd be a ship anywhere close to that. We've only got ten days worth of eathable air. How far to Echo llI? At impulse? A lot more than ten days. Well, if we could get close enough for it to pick up our distress beacon, it would relay the signal back to Starfleet. I'm afraid the math doesn't work out, Commander. It's going to take weeks, maybe months, for our signal to reach Echo llI. By the time Starfleet got a ship out here, we'd be... we'd be long dead. But at least they'd find us. They'd get their shuttlepod back, a couple of... well-preserved corpses. Sir... Which way? Which way to what? Echo llI. Which way to Echo llI? I told you it's too far. Do you know which direction it is or don't you? Navigation is down. That's not what I asked you. You want me to guess? You come from a long line of Navy men, and you got a real good memory. Look hard at those stars. Find something that looks familiar and tell me which way to go! Sir... That's an order! I don't suppose you have a sextant handy. I left it with my slide rule. Well? That blue giant... we may have gone by it... I'm not sure. That's good enough for me. Take one more low pass over the wreckage... and then set a course. See you around, Captain. Personal Log, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. November 9, 2151. By the time anyone hears this... By anyone, I suppose I mean anyone human... Commander Tucker and I will be long dead. It's my intention to recount the events that led to the destruction of the Starship Enterprise, and to express my deepest feelings regarding my short but memorable service with Starfleet. Tell them I'd love to add my two cents, but I'm trying to get a little work done. Short but memorable service with Starfleet. In order to test the targeting scanners on Shuttlepod 1, Commander Tucker and I had to get at least 20,000 kilometers from Enterprise. During our third trial, we experienced a ief but sizable jolt. And, shortly thereafter, realized that our sensor array had gone off-line. This sensor array is more than off-line. It's totally fried. That our sensor array had gone off-line. We had no choice, but to head back to the asteroid field where Enterprise was involved in a mapping project. We found the ship... destroyed... its de is strewn across a square kilometer of one of the larger asteroids. Had our sensors been working, we certainly would have done everything possible to determine the cause of the disaster, but, as it was, with only a short-range distress beacon and limited air, we had no alternative but to set a course for Echo llI, where, someday, this vessel... And, eventually, this log... Will be found. May God have mercy on our souls. Why don't you cut the crap and get back here and help me? What would you like me to do? I don't know. You could hold this flashlight or turn down the heat. Whatever you want. I'm just getting a little tired of listening to all your pessimism. If there's something you need me to do, I will be more than happy to comply, but I'm afraid pessimism is simply not an accurate description of my log entry. I'm just being realistic, Commander. We've got nine days. We're bound to find someone out here. At warp... perhaps. But at impulse? Vulcans, Klingons, Suliban, Xyrillians, Andorians... God knows who's going to be lurking around the next planet we run into. But that's just it, sir. At impulse, we're not likely to be running into any planets. Not for at least six or seven years. Then somebody can run into us. You ever think of that? Or see us on their sensors. The possibilities are endless. I'll heat up some rations. Unless, of course, you'd rather wait until we run into a vessel serving proper meals. Rations will be fine. What are you in the mood for? Depends. What are you serving? Veal marsala... Chilean sea bass... Moo Goo Gai Pan... Any meat loaf? With gravy and mashed potatoes. Perfect. Kentucky bourbon. Yeah. The Captain was planning to give that to somebody. I can't remember who. Guess it's ours now. What's that? The sea bass. Any good? Mmm. It's lovely. Thank you. Captain Archer claims you told him you weren't even aware that I was serving on Enterprise. I find that difficult to believe considering I wrote you twice in the weeks prior to our departure. Now, it is possible that you never received those letters. You were, I believe, in the process of moving back to Malaysia at the time. But you must have spoken to Aunt Sherry during that period, and I know she received my letters. I would hate to go to my death thinking that either of you felt I was trying to avoid... Malcolm! You've been at it for hours now. Don't you think it's time to give it a rest? As I'm sure you must have heard, that was my esteemed colleague Commander Charles Tucker. Mr. Tucker doesn't share my belief that it is essential to say what must be said... To leave a record... Tie up loose ends. Mr. Tucker is laboring under the false hope that we are going to be miraculously rescued before we both suffocate. Mr. and Mrs. Reed, I realize that you've just begun a period of mourning and that I'll never get an answer to this question, but I got to ask it anyway. Was Malcolm always this cynical? In a few days, when the reality of this situation actually begins to sink in, you might very well decide you want to record some logs of your own. You have my word, I will not interrupt you. I just need to get some sleep, Malcolm! Is that so hard to understand? We have less than nine days of oxygen left. It seems a waste to use it up sleeping. If I don't waste some oxygen sleeping, I'm going to start getting real cranky. And you don't want to spend your last nine days cooped up with me when I'm cranky. So turn that thing off and get some rest! We're back? Lie still, Lieutenant. What happened? How did we...? You're a very ave man, Malcolm. Commander Tucker is going to be fine, thanks to you. I'm afraid I don't understand. Get some rest. There will be plenty of time to explain what happened in the morning. Subcommander? How are you feeling? I'd feel a lot better if I knew what was going on. Captain Archer would be quite annoyed with me if I told you of your heroics. I believe he's looking forward to doing that himself in the morning. Heroics? I had no idea you could be so selfless in the face of such danger. Most males of your species would have given in to their fear. Well, since you're obviously not going to tell me what happened, I suppose a simple good night will have to do. Vulcans could never ignore courage. And this Vulcan will never ignore Lieutenant Malcolm Reed again. I can't say I've ever... ignored you, T'Pol. Is it all right if I call you T'Pol? Yes. May I call you Malcolm? I suppose so. But, if the truth be known, I've never much cared for the name Malcolm. Always seemed a bit too stuffy. I think it's a lovely name. Mol-Kom is the Vulcan word for serenity. Well, then, perhaps I won't change it. Pity, though. I was rather growing fond of the name Stinky. I can't believe you just did that. Did what? You smiled. I saw you smile. Vulcans don't smile. This one does. I saw you. You're mistaken. It was when I said Stinky, wasn't it? You smiled when I said Stinky. Good morning, Stinky. It's a lovely day, isn't it, Stinky? What's that? I got the receiver working, but the transmitter's a lost cause. Who's Stinky? I beg your pardon? You were talking in your sleep. You kept calling for some guy named Stinky. You repaired the receiver? What is that? Is it a ship? The range is very limited. It's probably just white noise... The sound of the galaxy laughing at us. What the hell was that? I don't know, but it felt a little like whatever knocked out the sensor array. We're losing atmosphere. Pressure's down eight percent. Help me. We've got to find the hole! Without sensors, it's not going to be easy to locate the each. Then use your ears. Pressure's down 22 percent. The damn hole's too small! Where is it?! What are you doing? It's nitrogen for the coolant tanks. Just give me a few seconds. Now let's find that leak. I got it. It's over here. There's another one down here. Put your finger on it until we can figure out what to do. We've got some valve sealant in Storage Bin 3. Have we got anything a little closer? Uh... Do you mind passing me your meat loaf? What? Well, I assume you've finished with it. And you came close to criticizing my choice of cuisine. Obviously, whatever hit us went clear through the pod. I'm afraid it did more than just puncture the cabin, Commander. On it's way out, it was kind enough to rupture one of the O-2 cylinders. Great. How much closer to oblivion are we? We've got less than two days of air left. The skin of this pod is designed to deflect a meteor five times the size of this hole. In that case, I'd guess it wasn't a meteor. I wonder if something like it destroyed Enterprise. Hmm. We'll never know. Always the optimist. We have 40 hours of air left. What do you expect me to do, sit here and plan my wedding? I'm confident there'll be a Charles Tucker the Fourth one day. Maybe it's your wedding we should be planning. That's assuming we can find you a ide in the next day and a half. Any suggestions? There was a little bar in Mill Valley where all the Starfleet trainees used to go. The 602 Club. You know it? I was there more times than I can remember. I met the girl of my dreams my first Friday night there. She was the one. There's no doubt about it. We had it all figured out... Where we'd live, how many kids we'd have. Ah, Ruby. Whatever happened to you? Ruby? You don't mean the waitress Ruby? You knew Ruby? I knew her more times than I can remember. Ouch. Seems we have more in common than we thought. Yeah. Would another half day be worth freezing your butt off? What are you talking about? If we lower the thermostat in here, to about minus-five centigrade, we should be able to use that power to enhance the efficiency of the atmosphere recyclers. Our last 2½ days freezing, versus our last two days toasty warm. What a delightful choice. I'd pick freezing. Another half day's another half day. Freezing it is then. And just what are you doing? An officer at his best is always well-groomed. Nice to see you're developing a more positive attitude. Actually, I was thinking about what our corpses would look like when they're eventually found. With no air in the pod, we should remain in fairly good condition. Charming. But you're forgetting one thing, Malcolm. What's that? If I remember my honors biology course correctly, your hair and nails keep growing for quite a while after you're dead. I'm pretty sure that includes your beard. Thanks. Come in. I've analyzed the scans we took of the Tesnian ship right before it crashed. I believe they were hit by a micro-singularity. You still chasing gremlins? This is no myth, Captain. Three of the singularities also hit Enterprise. They collided with our hull plating here, here and here. You telling me these are tiny black holes? They were. The dispersal pattern suggests they dissipated on impact. This could be a significant discovery, Captain. If we could get quantum sensor readings of the three impact points, we could authenticate our findings. I'd be a little less concerned with winning the Nobel Prize right now, and a little more concerned with Trip and Malcolm. Their shuttlepod doesn't have the hull plating we do. They could be in for a rough ride when they get back to the asteroid field. Better hail them. Agree to a new rendezvous point. I never intended to suggest that our crew members were less important than a scientific discovery. Even one of this historic magnitude. Time's a-wasting. My dearest Deborah, by this time I'm certain you've learned of the tragedy that befell the Starship Enterprise. You've also undoubtedly learned that my colleague, Commander Charles Tucker, and I did manage to survive for a few days after the accident. It's during that ief time that I've chosen to correspond with you. Although our relationship was... short-lived and at times tumultuous, I can't help but picture your beautiful smile. It gives me great comfort. Think of me from time to time. Cordially, Malcolm. A ship? It's a little more modulated than the last one, but it could be just a random gamma-ray burst. My dearest Rochelle, by this time I'm certain you've learned... Wouldn't it be easier just to record one message and then add the Dear Whoever afterward? This is your fifth or sixth identical letter. That's not true. There have been subtle differences. I would never refer to Rochelle as having a beautiful smile. With her, it was the eyes. Travis and Hoshi couldn't have been more than 24 or 25 years old. If the Captain were here with us now, I wonder if he'd feel guilty about inging them on this mission. Not for a minute. They died doing what they loved. I don't remember Hoshi loving much about being in deep space. She was coming along. She saved our asses on more than one occasion. I plan on letting her family know just how essential she was. Sounds to me like you do have some letters to record. I'll wait to tell them in person. You know, your treacly optimism is beginning to get just a little bit tiresome. Unlike your heartfelt letters of farewell to half the girls in San Francisco? At least I'm capable of accepting our fate. We're going to be dead in about 33 hours. Whether our beards continue to grow or not is of no concern to me! We will be dead! And unless some ship happens to cross our path, our bearded bodies will be discovered in about three or four years. Is that optimistic enough for you?! What's your problem with having a little hope? What's your problem with facing the truth? You're a regular grim reaper, Malcolm. Anyone ever tell you that? Well, if this little trip is a death sentence, then it would seem to me we're entitled to a last meal. What'll it be? I'm afraid our selection is somewhat limited. I'm not hungry. Well, then how about a drink? I don't drink on duty. Are you serious? We're dead men, remember? What's the matter, Lieutenant? Are you afraid the autopsy will show your blood-alcohol level was too high to pilot a shuttle? Live a little. That's an order. Do you really think that's going to provide any heat? The bourbon will provide the heat. The candle's just for mood. To the ave men and women of the Starship Enterprise. You know that's going to consume oxygen, don't you? We'll probably be dead five or six minutes earlier than we would have been. I can live with that. Anyway, it seems to me, as far as you're concerned, the sooner the better. Is that really how you see me? The eternal pessimist? The grim reaper? I don't want to die. What makes you think I want to die? Because ever since we saw Enterprise spread across that asteroid, you've done nothing but write your own obituary. I lost nearly everyone I cared about on that ship. Those girls I talked about... Rochelle, Deborah, Catelin... None of them worked out, because I could... never get very close to them. Never got very close to my family, either, for that matter. Not that it's any business of yours. But with the crew of the Enterprise, it was different. I was really starting to feel... comfortable with them. And now the only one that's left thinks I'm the bloody angel of death. All of a sudden, five or six more minutes sounds kind of nice. Does that sound modulated enough for you? Modulated? The radio. Or is it just the galaxy giggling at us again? It can giggle all it wants, but the galaxy's not getting any of our bourbon. Hey. What do you think of T'Pol, hmm? Do you think she's pretty? T'Pol? Are you serious? Well, she's a woman, you know? I think she's pretty. You've had too much to drink. Don't tell me you've never looked at her you know, in that way. Nah, she's a Vulcan. I think she's pretty. Oh, God! You ever noticed her bum? What? Her bum. She's got an awfully nice bum. To Subcommander T'Pol. Awfully nice! It's probably nothing, right? It's definitely not nothing. Then that means it's something. What is it? Is it something or someone, because if it's someone... Shh! Sorry. Definitely someone. We have no way to respond, do we? This is like the plane flying over the desert island in a lost-at-sea movie. Malcolm! Sorry. Happy endings. I must think happy endings. Shuttlepod 1... Enterprise. Please respond. That's Hoshi! We are transmitting new... That's impossible! Don't be so pessimistic! It's not impossible! It's Hoshi! They're okay! Enterprise is okay! It's Hoshi! Adjust your heading to the new coordinates. We will rendezvous in two days. Commander, Lieutenant, please respond. Rendezvous! What a beautiful word. What's wrong? They're still two days away. And we only have a little more than one day's air left. And no way to tell them to get here sooner. Are you sure you got the coordinates right? Yes. Not that it matters. Lieutenant. They're probably traveling at, what? Warp 2? Warp 3? Compared to them, we're like a garden snail. Where we go and how fast we get there is irrelevant. If I purge the CO2 filters, it'll give us a little more air. How much? An hour's worth? Probably less. Great. So when they reach us in two days, we'll have been out of air for... 11 hours. You ever try holding your eath for 11 hours? A train leaves New York at 3:00 a.m. heading west while another leaves Chicago at 4:30 heading east. I never could figure those out. Enterprise is going to wonder why we haven't responded, right? Maybe they'll be concerned and increase their speed. Maybe, but if we really want to get them to go to high warp, we're going to have to attract their attention. Something a little more dramatic than not answering their hails. Can they see us on their sensors? Two days away at warp 3? Oh, they can see us, maybe not too clearly, but we should be a nice little blip on T'Pol's viewer. Then we've got to get that blip to tell them to pick up a little steam. What if we fired our weapons? They're nearly a quarter of a light-year away. Our plasma cannons have a range of less than ten kilometers. It would all still look like a single blip. It's going to take a lot more than that. What if we jettison the impulse drive? What good would that do? Well, you could rig a self-destruct. I imagine that would make quite an explosion, maybe even big enough to make that blip do something odd. No, I can't blow up our engine. We'd be adrift, dead in space. What's the difference between that and traveling at a snail's pace? I'm an engineer. I won't blow up our only engine. Then I'll ask you again... Ever hold your eath for 11 hours? I think I have some micro-detonators in here somewhere. How does it feel to be slower than a snail? I saw a great cartoon once. There were these two snails sitting on the back of a big ole turtle, and one snail turns to the other and says, Hold on, Fred. Here we go. If I'm right, I get the rest of the bourbon. Fine. Less than 12 hours, you win. More than 12... and it's mine. Go check the pressure gauge. You check it. I don't think I can move my legs. I can't believe we've been sitting here that long. Come on, let's hear it. How much air is left? Ten hours. That's probably the last bet I'll ever make and I won. I should feel like cele ating, shouldn't I? The whiskey's yours. Now, why don't you give us a toast before you drink it? Ten hours... for two men. If there were only one of us, he'd have 20 hours, wouldn't he? Great idea. Why don't you... climb up into the airlock... and seal yourself in. That's just what I was thinking. Any last words you want me to pass along? Yeah. Tell Captain Archer that it was one hell of an honor serving with him. What are you doing? We don't know whether or not they saw our little display of pyrotechnics, but either way... this'll double your chances. You're crazy. Now, get down from there! Sit down, Lieutenant. If anyone should go up in there, it should be me. You're the Chief Engineer. I'm also in charge of deciding who's going into this airlock. Do I make myself clear? Commander. What are you going to do? Kill me? It's set to stun. I don't want to use it, but I will. Put it down! Go to hell! Stop trying to be a hero. It doesn't suit you. What would you know about being a hero? It takes nothing but a coward to crawl up inside a hole to die. Then go ahead and shoot me, but you better hope we don't make it, because if we survive, the first thing I'm going to do is bust your ass back to Crewman Second Class for insubordination. Be my guest! I could use a little less responsibility. Now, get down here! Who the hell do you think you are? Your Armory Officer, and perhaps your friend. Friends don't shoot each other! You know, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure you use up a lot more oxygen when you shout like that! So what are you saying? That you'd rather have Enterprise find the two of us dead in here? That's exactly what I'm saying. If there's one chance in a thousand that they saw our impulse drive explode, that they increased their speed, I'll take that chance. I've invested far too much time trying to figure you out, Mr. Tucker. I'm not about to accept that it was all for nothing. We're back. How did...? Easy, Malcolm. You fellows had a nice little bout with hypothermia. The Commander. He's going to be fine. It took nearly three hours to get your body temperatures back to normal. You must have seen the explosion. Hard to miss. You know, you guys only had two or three hours of air left. You don't say. We saw de is from Enterprise on one of the asteroids. We assumed... We thought you were all... I'll tell you all about it in the morning. Right now, the Doctor needs to warm you up a few degrees. Subcommander. Yes. Isn't there something you're supposed to say to me? About what? Heroics. Something about heroics. Good night, Lieutenant. Trip? Mind if I call you Trip? Sleep well, my friend.
This textbook is what you wanted me to see? Not exactly. Look familiar? This was my first astronomy book. My father got it for me on my eighth birthday. I used to stare at the cover for hours. The Arachnid Nebula. Who'd ever have thought I would get to see it in person? It's less than a light-year away. We'll be there in a few hours. From the li ary of Admiral Jonny Archer? I had high hopes when I was a kid. Yes? Sir, there's a ship approaching at half impulse. They're hailing us. Do you know who it is? Hoshi says they're using a Vulcan frequency. Doesn't look like any Vulcan ship I've ever seen. This class of vessel hasn't been used for a long time. They're hailing us again. Is this the Earth vessel Enterprise? It is. I'm Captain Jonathan Archer. My name is Tavin, captain of the Vahklas. It's very good to meet you. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I get the feeling you weren't sent out here by the High Command. Not quite. We're a civilian ship. What ings you out this far? I suppose you could say we're on a mission of exploration. From what I'm told, Vulcans aren't that interested in exploring. We're not typical Vulcans. I'd be happy to explain, but first, I'd like to ask a favor. Certainly. Our propulsion and life-support systems are in need of repair. We'd be grateful for any assistance you could offer. We'll see what we can do. We've noticed the High Command looking over our shoulders on several occasions, as well. That's good to know. I was starting to think they'd singled us out. Hmm. Our chef's had a lot of experience lately preparing Vulcan dishes. T'Pol says he's gotten pretty good at it. Uh-uh-uh, what is that? Oh, it's called chicken. Oh, uh... may I? Of course. It's, um... meat, you know. It looks delicious. So... when did you leave Vulcan? Uh, eight years ago. And in those eight years, we've experienced more than most Vulcans will in their lifetime. You said you were explorers? Yes, but it's not space we're exploring, it's ourselves. Mmm! You're V'tosh ka'tur. I'm sorry? Vulcans without logic. It's a name the elders give to anyone who disagrees with the ancestral teachings, but it's not entirely accurate. We haven't abandoned logic. We've simply learned to exist without the need to continually repress our emotions. It's taken years of experimentation, but we've managed to find a balance between the two. That's not possible. Here we are. Logic is an essential part of Vulcan existence. But it has to complement emotions, not exclude them. You must know a great deal about emotion. You live on a human starship. That's not something that many Vulcans would be comfortable with. I am here as an observer. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm not capable of feeling offense. My Chief Engineer tells me your repairs are going to take three or four days. We were going to use that time to explore the nebula, if you don't mind tagging along. Not at all. Mm. I've never seen an engine this far gone. We're going to have to swap out every plasma relay in your reactor. There are a lot of women on your ship. Nearly a third of the crew. Is it true you mate year-round with any of them you choose? You haven't been around humans too much, have you? You are the first we've met. But I've heard a lot of stories. Your people indulge their passions. Do you really eat six meals a day? More like three. And what about sleep? I understand you spend more than half the day in bed. Eight hours. We sleep for eight hours. In my case, about six. Oh. When we're through here, maybe we can get a bite to eat. I might be able to clear up some of your, um... misconceptions. I'd like that, Commander. Eh, call me Trip. They've asked for any medical supplies we can spare and a thousand liters of plasma coolant. Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Tavin has also requested the recipe for Chicken Marsala. Tell him Chef's recipes are usually classified, but we'll make an exception in this case. I thought... you'd be spending a little more time getting to know our guests. I've been busy. Seems to me like... you've been busy avoiding them. I can understand that you might not approve of what they're trying to do, but... for all we know, they're onto something. That's unlikely. Is it. Eight years. That's a pretty good track record. Just because they smile and eat chicken doesn't mean they've learned to master their emotions. Maybe I'm just relieved to finally meet some Vulcans who aren't giving me a hard time. Then again... if they have found this balance... They're not the first ones to attempt this, Captain. Others have tried to reintegrate their emotions. They all failed. What they're doing is dangerous. Unless my instincts are way off, they don't seem very dangerous to me. But I... could be wrong. I can't order you to spend time with them, but I would encourage you to keep an open mind. So this is the Mess Hall. It is. The crew must not have much of an appetite. Most of them are asleep. It's quite late. Could you show me how to operate this? What would you like? I'm not sure. I don't have much experience with human food. What's that? Mint tea. That'll be fine. Mint tea. Hot. Thank you. It has a lot of flavor. You can try something else. No, it's fine. I'm just surprised. Do you like the taste? Their selection of Vulcan beverages is limited. But it can make Vulcan tea. Yes. Interesting. Unless you need further assistance... How long have you lived among humans? I spent two years at the Vulcan Consulate on Earth, and seven months on Enterprise. That's a long time away from home. Living here has obviously affected you in ways that you don't realize. You may be right. On occasion, I also drink chamomile tea. And you have a sense of humor. A concept that most Vulcans can't seem to grasp. You are easily amused. There's that humor again. I'm curious... why do you stay here? Captain Archer needs a Science Officer. Is that the only reason? Maybe you're more attached to these people than you'd care to admit. What makes you say that? Your emotions are much closer to the surface than other Vulcans. They're easier to read. I've yet to mediate this evening. Perhaps that's what you're sensing. This may surprise you, but we still meditate. The balance between emotion and logic requires constant discipline. So you've said. You and your colleagues have chosen a reckless path. Have we? History's shown that Vulcans who attempt to em ace their emotions often revert to their primal nature. That's a myth. Propaganda from 5,000 years ago. Our primal nature, T'Pol, is not as dangerous as you think. Commander Tucker suggests that I try something called pizza. Would you care to join me? I've already eaten. Another time, perhaps. Is it what you imagined, sir? Pictures don't do it justice. It's big. Over eight billion kilometers in diameter. Eight billion? Are you sure? According to sensors. My astronomy book said it was only 6½. We'll have to send our readings to the publisher, so they can put out a revised edition. How long would it take to chart that thing? Several weeks. My vessel is equipped with translinear sensors. We could help you complete the survey a good deal quicker. We should have someone on your ship to monitor the data. Would you mind working from there? No. Glad you dropped by. Take us in, Travis. Look at that. I've never seen anything so beautiful. You'd probably consider that an emotional reaction. Not necessarily. It is aesthetically pleasing. Pleasing? Coming from you, that's practically an outburst. It's curious that people who reject Surak's teachings would display his likeness. We don't reject his teachings. We simply disagree with how they're interpreted. Have you read his original text? He never intended for us to purge our emotions. He wanted us to master them, and then carefully integrate them into our lives. I doubt many would agree with you. That doesn't mean we're wrong. What did you do on Vulcan before you left? I taught literature at the Shirkar Academy. You gave up a great deal to wander the galaxy in a transport. I don't have any regrets. I always knew there had to be more to life than just logic and reason. Haven't you ever felt that way? Not recently. But you did once? Once. I should take these readings back to Enterprise. T'Pol... you said that you meditated each night. Tonight... don't. See what happens. I think you'll find your dreams will be far more interesting. You're a scientist. Consider it an experiment. Where'd you hear that? A Vulcan anthropologist told me he'd seen the ritual during an Earth expedition. They're not trying to kill the quarterback. They're just trying to keep him from throwing the ball or running with it. It's only a game, not a fight to the death. I see. You must think we're a bunch of barbarians. Your species does have a reputation, but I've always suspected the stories were exaggerated. Well, I hope you'll tell all your friends... Set the record straight. Gladly. There's, uh... something I've always wondered about Vulcans. Maybe you could clear it up for me. Please. It's kind of personal. Go ahead. Well, I've learned about your marriage customs, how your parents arrange the whole thing when you're young, stuff like that, but... what about...? You know. Ah, you mean sex! It's not a topic I've heard Vulcans discuss. Well, we do have it, if that's what you're asking. Am I interrupting anything? No. Please join us, Mister...? Reed. Malcolm Reed. Kov. We were just discussing Vulcan mating rituals. Oh. Most of my people are extremely uncomfortable talking about such things. So many inhibitions. Vulcan males are driven to mate once every seven years. Seven years? Frightening. Over the past few years, we've been developing methods to accelerate the mating cycle. You up for seconds? I've had enough, thank you. Back to work. A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Reed. Likewise. Sir, I'm picking up a transmission from Echo llI. Starfleet? It's Admiral Forrest. I'll take it in my ready room. Admiral Forrest. Good to see you. You, too, Jon. I understand you have guests. A Vulcan crew. How'd you know? I got a call from Ambassador Soval about an hour ago. They're aware that you've docked with the Vahklas and they have a favor to ask. A favor from me? A minister at the High Command has a son on that ship... An engineer named Kov. Have you met him? I don't think so. Well, apparently, the two of them had a falling out about nine, ten years ago. His father's tried to contact him several times since then, but Kov won't respond. What do they want me to do? I hear these aren't your garden variety Vulcans. Can I assume you're on friendly terms? Yes. Kov's father is dying, Jon. He'd like to speak with his son. Maybe you can encourage him somehow. I'll see what I can do. The High Command let you keep your Science Officer. It wouldn't hurt to return the favor. Understood. Keep me posted. Our primal nature isn't as dangerous as you think. Do you like the taste? You must have learned a great deal about emotion. Why do you stay here? Hmm... This is more than a simple headache. Your blood pressure's elevated, and I'm reading unusually high synaptic activity. It doesn't appear to be a virus or a bacterial infection. I'd like to run a cranial scan just to be safe. That won't be necessary. It'll only take a moment. I believe I can explain my symptoms. Last night, I neglected to meditate before I went to sleep. As a result, I awoke feeling... agitated. All I need is an injection of inaprovaline. 25 milligrams should suffice. Very well, Doctor. It's, uh, not like you to stray from your routine. This wouldn't have anything to do with our visitors? You've been spending quite a bit of time on their ship. I've become... acquainted with one of them. He suggested that my dreams might be more interesting if I didn't meditate. And? He was wrong. They were unsettling. It was a foolish thing to do. Nothing that a little, uh, inaprovaline can't cure. I can understand why you'd be intrigued by their philosophy. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to dismiss it after one bad experience. There are too many risks. It would be unwise to continue. You're probably right. But, uh, if you do decide to experiment further, keep in mind that they've been working on this for a number of years. You've only known them for two days. Go slowly, hmm? Thank you, Doctor. Come in. Captain. Please have a seat. The repairs to our propulsion system are going well. Mr. Tucker's been very helpful. That's good to hear. Is there a problem? I called you here to pass along a message... from your father. You spoke with him? Actually, it came through a Vulcan ambassador. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your father is... very ill. He wants you to contact him as soon as possible. If you'd like, my Com Officer can arrange the transmission. It's a kind offer, but I'll deal with this myself. Thanks for the message. I know it's none of my business, but... do you plan on contacting him? The last time I spoke with my father, he said I'd ought shame to 15 generations of our family. He's dying, Kov. If it isn't too much trouble, would you please send a message back for me? Tell him that we said good-bye a long time ago. Good morning. Chamomile? Thank you. How did it go? The lateral sensors were out of alignment. I haven't had a chance to scan the disodium layer. I mean last night. Did you take my advice? Yes. And your dreams? I'd rather not discuss them. It will get easier. Tonight will be less disturbing. I plan to resume meditating tonight. You can't give up after one trial. It was a mistake to try in the first place. Wasn't there anything enjoyable about the experience? I'm reading over 20 million cubic meters of disodium, as well as traces of ethylchlorate. We can run the scans later. Tell me about your dreams. Your emotions were closer to the surface. It must have been intense. It involved a memory. I was walking down a street in San Francisco... on Earth. Why did you leave the compound? I was curious about human recreation. I wanted to see it for myself. So you oke protocol? It was late; everyone in the compound had gone to sleep. I didn't see any harm in leaving for a couple of hours. Where did you go? I simply walked... then I heard music. Music? It was unusual, chaotic, but I was drawn to it. Go on. I went into a restaurant... where musicians were playing. I sat at a table. How did you feel? I can't remember. Try. I felt... invigorated. Emotion. You felt emotion. Briefly. They finished playing and I returned to the compound. You could feel that way again, T'Pol. It isn't difficult and it's nothing to be afraid of. I can show you how. You want me to talk to him? From what I hear, you've become fast friends. Maybe you'll have better luck than I did. Well, I'll try, but something tells me, it won't be as simple as fixing an engine. He's got a lot of resentment. Do your best. Aye, sir. What about this Tolaris fellow? Well, I haven't really gotten to know him. He seems kind of quiet, though. A little sullen. T'Pol's been spending a lot of time with him lately. Is that a problem? Two days ago, she couldn't wait to get these people off the ship. I practically had to order her to work with him, now... they're almost inseparable. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a little jealous. If I was the only human on a ship full of Vulcans and we ran into an Earth vessel, I'd be spending as much time with them as I could. She likes being around her own kind. Who doesn't? Well, let me know how it goes with Kov. Yes, sir. Mind-meld? It's an ancient technique. It was abandoned centuries ago. But we've discovered that it can help us access our emotions. How does it work? I'd begin by creating a telepathic link... we would be able to share our, our memories, thoughts... In essence, we would become one mind. It's quite an experience, but... it is profoundly intimate. Are you prepared for that? If you'd like, we could try a more traditional form of guided meditation, but it wouldn't be nearly as effective. Proceed. It's all right. Close your eyes. Try to focus on my voice. My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Our minds are merging. Our minds are becoming one. It's not working. You're resisting. Relax. My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Our minds are merging. Our minds are becoming one. Am I with you? Yes. Can you sense my thoughts? Yes. You're doing well. I want you to think about that night when you left the compound. Imagine yourself walking down that street. Good. Now listen. Can you hear the music? Listen. Now follow it. I can see why you were drawn to this place. It's unlike anything on Vulcan. I'm not surprised it triggered an emotional response. You said you were invigorated... what else? I don't know. Yes, you do. You're just not used to describing your emotions. You experienced other things. Excitement about eaking protocol, apprehension about getting caught, and the music... the music made you feel... elated. Allow yourself to feel these emotions again. Don't hold them back. I have to return to the compound. You're anxious. It's just another emotion. Let me go. Stay with me, T'Pol. No! Stop. No. Stop! This was a mistake. You've made progress. Don't give up now. Please go. T'Pol... Leave! You're feeling anger. Your emotions are eaking the surface. Em ace them! What a shame. T'Pol to Sick Bay. I've already been through this with your Captain. Are you sure you're making the right decision? If you knew my father, you'd understand. I don't mean to put too fine a point on this, but you've got a limited window of opportunity. Once it closes... I consider you a friend, Trip, and I appreciate what you're trying to do, but please don't. I have no intention of contacting him. I test-fired our port thruster last night. It's still off by 12 percent. Oh, probably a faulty injector. Should be easy enough to fix. Do Vulcans dance? You know... Oh. Only when it's part of some tedious ceremony. Hmm. I remember the first dance I ever went to. Bayshore Elementary, Panama City, Florida. A girl I had a crush on, Melissa Lyles, was going to be there. So I spent weeks practicing the two-step with my other. I wanted to... make sure I was ready. She was wearing a red dress that night. Prettiest girl there. All I wanted to do was ask her to dance with me. But I never worked up the courage to go over and talk to her. I caught her looking at me a couple times, but... I ended up just standing in a corner with my buddies. Interesting. But what does that have to do with our thruster problem? It's been more than 20 years and I'm still kicking myself for not asking that girl to dance. You probably don't know this, but... regret is one of the strongest emotions. And... one of the saddest. I have a feeling you haven't had a ush with it yet. But it sounds to me like... you're pretty close. It's something you might want to avoid. Come in. Good morning. Morning. Can I get you something? Coffee? No, thanks. Have a seat. Trip tells me the repairs to your ship are almost finished. You should be on your way pretty soon. Yes. How's that survey coming along? We'll be done this afternoon. That's great news. I wanted to thank you for all of your help. It was the least we could do. Besides, we've enjoyed spending our time here. You have an exceptional crew, Captain. Starfleet's finest. Sleep well last night? Well enough. You? Tossed and turned. Always happens whenever we're exploring... someplace new. I understand. Well, if there's nothing more, Captain, I'm eager to get back to work. We have another 20 million cubic kilometers to chart. Sorry to keep you. I'm... afraid you'll be working alone today. Oh? Subcommander T'Pol's in Sick Bay. From what the doctor tells me, she's in pretty bad shape. That's unfortunate. What happened? You know damn well what happened. She told me about your... What did she call it? mind-meld. She said when she asked you to stop, you got angry. She said she had to force you away. What happened between us is personal. It's not your concern. You assaulted a member of my crew. I did no such thing. Mind-melds can be emotionally turbulent. She simply panicked. Panic doesn't land you in Sick Bay. Our doctor said she could have suffered neurological damage thanks to you. No one forced her to try the meld. She did it willingly. You've been manipulating her ever since you came aboard. I am helping her shed a lifetime of repression. And you, of all people, should understand what I'm trying to do. You're human. I need to go see her. T'Pol's had enough of your help. Stay away from her. She is in a crucial stage of her awakening. She needs guidance. I told you, it's over. I think that's for her to decide. Maybe I'm not making myself clear. Sick Bay's off-limits. You're in my way, Captain. You'd be wise to let me leave. What's wrong, Tolaris? Getting angry? I thought you had that under control. Move aside. T'Pol's right... You've got a temper. Now! Go to hell. You planned this. If I'd known I was going to get thrown across the room that hard, I might have tried a different approach. I think it's time you and your friends went on your merry way. Keep an eye on the intermix pressure. Don't let it drift above 5,000. 5,000. And watch those injector ports. I will. I thought you'd like to know, I got an update on my father. Apparently, his condition's improved. Is that so? The surgeons implanted a vaso-stimulator. They say, with any luck, it'll extend his life a few years. I'm glad to hear it. That'll give you a little more time to think about... making that call. I already did. My father's the one who gave me the good news. Thank you, Trip. Anytime. Come in. Is this a bad time? Not at all. Feeling any better? Has the Vulcan ship left? About 20 minutes ago. Then yes, I'm feeling better. You do this every night? Every night. I think... I finally understand why. I'll see you in the morning. Captain. Do you... dream? Sure. Sometimes they're even in color. Is it enjoyable? Most nights. I envy you. Good night.
We couldn't do this in my ready room? The Captain's got to be in the Captain's chair. Tilt your chin up. Just take the picture. You've got a stanchion growing out of your head. Swivel to the right about ten degrees. Every recruit walking into Starfleet Command is going to see this on the wall. It's a real honor, sir. Seeing those Starfleet Captains every day gave us something to aspire to. Ah, there's a reflection from that status display. Could you kill the monitors in the Situation Room? Come on, T'Pol. The artist in Oakland needs a good picture to paint from. Do Vulcan captains have their portraits hanging at the High Command? Vulcans are revered for their accomplishments, not for the way they look. Except for the really important ones... who get mummified. Why can't they just use a photo from my file? Sir? I'm picking up a small planet on our current heading. I thought there weren't any systems along this course. It's not a system, Captain. It's just a planet. Put it up. Magnify. It's a rogue. A planet that's oken out of its orbit. Lay in a course. Let's take a closer look. Aye, sir. Captain Archer in command. Give it a rest, Trip. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. This planet supports a diverse animal population. How is that possible? Shouldn't the surface be frozen solid? Hot gas is vented from the planet's interior. Most of the life-forms are concentrated in those areas. Oases. Any people? No evidence of humanoid life. We're picking up a power signature near the equator. There's a ship down there. Try to hail them. No response. Maybe they want to be left alone. A single ship on a dark planet? Maybe they're on their honeymoon. Infrared's useless. There's too much heat coming from those thermal vents. We should be right over that ship. I'm scanning for a eak in the canopy. If this is anything like the Amazon, good luck. I used to say I could land a shuttlepod with my eyes closed. Well, the proof's in the pudding, Captain. There's a clearing ahead, 900 meters, but it's not much bigger than the shuttlepod. It doesn't have to be. Captain. Their vessel is that way, 600 meters. Follow me. Why don't you let me play captain for a while, Malcolm? This reminds me of the rain forest in New Zealand. I earned my wilderness merit badge there. You were a Boy Scout, sir? I was an Eagle Scout. Oh. So was I. Really? How many merit badges? 28. You? 26. Oh. That's not bad, sir. Captain... We spot any more creatures like that and we'll earn our exobiology badges. Actually... I already have that one. A campsite, sir. Anyone home! We're from the Starship Enterprise. Is there anyone here! I'm still not detecting any bio-signs, but their ship's less than 200 meters in that direction. You and Malcolm check it out. We'll stay here in case anyone shows up. Did you hear that? Yes. Anything? For a moment, I had a humanoid bio-sign. It's gone. It's not gone. Dhk'trrrr! Siskah trrral p'kaaat! Nahk I'taree. Captain, you all right? Everything's fine. These are the Eska. My name is Damrus. This is T'Pol, my Science Officer, and Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Pleased to meet you. Your friends nearly shot me back there. We're sorry. There are dangerous animals in the forest. We've never seen other humanoids here before. Have we trespassed in your territory? This planet is no one's territory. But it's a special place for us. What are you doing on Dakala? We're just here to explore. We'd like to stay for a while, if that's all right. It's a big planet. We could find another landing site, but I was hoping you might enjoy the company. You aren't exactly roughing it. Drayjin meat is one of life's great pleasures. Mmm! No argument here. I'm curious why our sensors didn't detect you. We use sensing cloaks. They keep the wildlife from spotting us. Are you studying the wildlife here? Not exactly. We're on an, uh, expedition. That drayjin you're eating... We killed it yesterday. You're hunters. Our people have been coming here for nine generations. To kill the indigenous species? Taking wild animals is part of our tradition. There are higher primates here. We don't touch them. Hunting went out of style on Earth over a hundred years ago. That doesn't mean we don't appreciate your hospitality. That gear you carry... seems pretty elaborate to take down a few game animals. Don't underestimate the game on this planet. They often get the better of us. I wonder if I might join one of your hunts. I thought your people didn't approve. You were able to sneak up on us without being detected by our night-vision sensors. I'd like to see how you did that. I promise I won't kill anything, sir. It's, uh, up to our hosts. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Trip and Malcolm are inging Hoshi back to Enterprise and putting together some camping gear to ing back to the surface. If the bugs glow in the dark, at least you can tell when they've crawled into your sleeping bag. One more reason I am happy to spend the night in my own bunk. Anyway, it's the things you can't see that I'd be worried about. Like those bore worms. Bore worms? Apparently, they crawl into your ear to lay their eggs. Have a nice night. We can start with the entomologists, then ing the other bio-science teams down. I'd recommend we limit the number of crewmen on the surface to six at a time. Sensible. Enjoying yourselves? Very much. Thanks for sharing your camp with us. We're heading out in six hours. I suggest you get some sleep if you're still planning to come along. I wouldn't miss it. Good night. Good night. Night. I suppose I'll turn in then. Sounds like a good idea. I think I'll sit up for a while. Have fun. Jonathan. Jonathan. Hello? Is someone there? Jonathan. Who's there? If the Captain says he saw her, he saw her. Are there any others in your hunting party? No. Certainly no human females. You sure she wasn't from your vessel? I'm sure. Archer. Mayweather here, Captain. There are no other ships on the surface or in orbit. Thanks, Travis. Archer out. Nothing. She was young... long blonde hair. She was wearing some kind of a nightgown. A nightgown, sir? Perhaps you were dreaming. It wasn't a dream. She said my name. She knew who I was. And... I think I knew her. Sir? There was something about her. I... I've seen her before. On this planet, it's always night. You're surrounded by things you can hear, but not see. It can, uh... stimulate the imagination. You wouldn't be the first person who looked into the jungle and saw something that wasn't there. She was real. Captain Archer, what are the chances you'd encounter a half-naked woman who you think you know dozens of light-years from your homeworld? Go to sleep. If you're lucky, maybe she'll visit you in your dreams. These can detect infrared. Among other things. What are you going after today? We saw a pack of fire wolves yesterday about six kilometers from here. It's a difficult hike. I'll try to keep up. We'd appreciate it. We only have two days left. What's the hurry? To preserve Dakala, our law states that we're allowed to hunt here for four days each year. Then we have to leave. Hunters often wait decades for a chance to come here. Are those volcanic vents? Yes. That area's particularly active. Mineral springs, steam vents. It's quite spectacular. Could be worth checking out while Malcolm's on his safari. I'll get my camera. Did you sleep well, Captain? Yes, fine. Good. If you see any beautiful females today, you'll be sure to let us know. Drayjin, a female. They're very unpredictable. Reminds me of Yellowstone. It's more like the grottoes of Deneva Prime. I'm detecting a large geothermal shaft, 60 meters in that direction. I'd like to examine it. Sir? Permission granted. Stay in contact. So... she was wearing a nightgown? You think she's real. I wasn't hallucinating. Captain, it doesn't make any sense. I know. Trip... have you ever known me to do anything foolish? I mean, really foolish? I remember a poker game at Jupiter Station once. Other than that... Last night, I walked into an alien jungle, alone... chasing a woman who couldn't possibly have been there. That might qualify. It was like I was being drawn to her. Like I didn't have any control over what I was doing. I can't explain it. She must have been some woman. Wraith! What is it? Is there something out there? It could be a plume of steam. It can fool our thermal scanners. Well, let's find out. No point in all of us chasing a sensor ghost. You two stay on the trail. Damrus! Take care of our guest. We'll catch up. Jonathan. Who are you? How do you know my name? I... need you, Jonathan. You're speaking English. I need you to understand. I know you. How is that possible? If you didn't know me, would you have come? You said you needed me. Why? You're different. Different? What is it? What's wrong? Harm. I don't want to harm you. Not Jonathan. Then who? Who wants to harm you? Captain? Are you all right? Fine. You disappeared on us. What are you doing out here? Just... taking some scans. Hold him! I'm trying. If you can't keep him steady... Burzaan, you're going to be fine, but you have to be still. Archer to Enterprise. What did that? Go ahead, sir. I didn't see it. We split off to follow another trail. Tell Dr. Phlox to stand by. Yes, sir. It was a drayjin. The females can be very aggressive, especially if they're protecting a nest. The wound's deep. Get me the bonding kit. There's no internal damage, but he's lost a great deal of blood. We've got a doctor onboard our ship. I've alerted him to stand by. We're prepared to deal with injuries, here, Captain. We need him for the hunt. If their doctor can help... We only have two more days. Thank you, Captain. Obviously, we want him to have the best treatment. Let's get him back to the shuttlepod. You and Malcolm go with him. You should all return to your ship. We came to this planet aware of its dangers. You didn't. I'm not ready to leave. Lieutenant Reed reports they've docked with Enterprise. Thanks. T'Pol... Come in. I saw her again... near the thermal vents. She spoke to me. What did she say? She said she... needed me. I think... someone may be trying to hurt her. I believe you should reconsider returning to Enterprise. And have Dr. Phlox take a look at me? There are no psychotropic compounds here. I wasn't hallucinating, and I wasn't dreaming. So, the only logical conclusion is that she is a real human woman? I don't know what she is. I know it's not possible for her to be human, but she's appearing to me for a reason, and I'm going to figure out what it is. How? I'm going to find her. I'll go with you. No. A well-armed hunter was nearly killed today. It would be foolish to go into the jungle alone. I have to. She's chosen to communicate with me. I don't know why. But I don't think she'd reveal herself if anyone else was around. Is that your only reason for going by yourself? What? With respect, Captain, I wonder if you would be so determined to find this apparition if it were a scantily-clad man. How's he doing, Doc? It was a simple matter to synthesize his blood type for a transfusion. He'll be back on his feet in a few hours. I'll let the Captain know. Commander, could you, uh, tell me what attacked him? They call it a drayjin. It looks like a big nasty pig. Kind of tastes like one, too. I found cellular residue in the wound. It clearly doesn't belong to this gentleman. I assume it must have come from the animal that mauled him. What am I looking at? The cells are in a state of chromosomal flux. They're mutating. It's as if they're trying to change into something, but can't quite figure out what. That must have been a most unusual pig. Hello? Are you there? I'm alone. Jonathan. You're not a hallucination. You're real. I can touch you. Real. Yes. But... you're not human, are you? Human? Human... like me. We are not like you. We? There are more of you? Where? I haven't seen others. We can become whatever you see... A tree, an animal, water, whatever you see. I see a beautiful woman. Because you want to see a beautiful woman. How do you know what I want? I can see your thoughts. I see what eludes you. You're telepathic. That's how you know my language. I know more than your language. Then you must know why I'm so drawn to you. Why I feel like I know you. You do know me. From where? Why did you choose me? You're different. You said that before. How? Who am I different from? The others. The only ones who have ever come here before you. You mean the Eska. Do you know why they come? To hunt. To hunt us, Jonathan. We are what they prize above all else. Well, you lost the drayjin, but at least you got some scars to show for it. Well, thanks to your doctor, I don't even have that. To the Captain and his fine physician. It was no problem, really. Well, we have to drink to something since we came back empty-handed. To... good hunting tomorrow. To good hunting. Mm-hmm. So, how'd you lose them? Drayjin are migratory. By the time we got back, they moved on. All those imaging sensors and you couldn't see where they went? They're more elusive than you give them credit for. Apparently. Do you hunt on your own world? Yes. Then why travel light-years to hunt here? Seems like a long way to come just to shoot a few wild pigs. We hunt more than wild pigs. The prey here is different. Boar... wolves, some large reptiles. It doesn't seem that different. Imagine hunting something that can get inside your mind, sense your thoughts. Is that different enough? What are you talking about? Wraiths. You mean ghosts? They might as well be. Come on, fellas. That seems pretty farfetched. Does it? You saw one yourself. Your mystery woman. She was undoubtedly a wraith who wandered too close to camp. But she looked human. You don't even know if it was a she. They're shape-shifters. They can look like anything. Even people you know. That's how they trick you. They sound like intelligent, sentient beings. Not the way you or I would measure intelligence. It's an instinctual response. That's why we were tracking you the day you arrived. We thought they'd taken your form. They assume the exact characteristics of whatever they become. They turn into a rock, all you see is a rock. Even on scanners. Before we learned how to spot them, they killed more of us than we did of them. My father came here with eight other hunters. They drove a group of wraiths into a blind canyon. My father was sure that they had them cut off. But when they moved in... the wraiths were waiting. They'd read the hunters' minds. They knew their plan. My father made it out, but only two of his friends survived. How do you catch them? In recent years, we... we learned when you corner them, they panic... especially the young ones. When they're afraid, they emit a chemical signature. Our scanners have been modified to detect it. It gives us an advantage. They know damn well what they're doing. I find this as distasteful as you do, Captain. I'm just not sure how we can stop them. They're well armed, and they know the terrain. I wouldn't want to try and take their weapons from them. We have no right to, in any case. What right do they have to come to this planet and shoot the locals? Hunting wild boar is one thing, but they're killing a sentient species. Even if we stop them, their people will continue to come here and hunt. They've done it for hundreds of years. Unless we find a more permanent solution. Captain? The hunters said the shape-shifters emit a chemical signature when they're afraid. That's what gives them away. You have a sample of their cells. I've been analyzing their mutative ability. Quite remarkable. Can you find a way to mask that chemical? That would shield them from the hunters' scans. I'll start right away. We may not be able to stop them from hunting here, but we could level the playing field. Evening, Captain. Trip. Get you anything? No, thanks. Milk, cold. Do you know any poetry? You mean, besides There was a young lady from Ipswich? When I was a kid, if I had trouble sleeping, my mother would recite a poem to me. There was one I always asked for. Had a funny name... The... Song of the Wandering Aengus. I didn't learn till I was older that it was by Yeats. I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head... Anyway... the man in the poem catches a fish, and it turns into a beautiful woman... with apple blossoms in her hair. She calls his name and then vanishes. And? He spends the rest of his life searching for her. His... vision of perfection, I suppose. Something he could never quite find. It's her. Captain. When I listened to the poem, I must have created an image of that woman in my mind. I haven't thought about it in years. That's why I didn't recognize her at first. She isn't someone that I ever knew. She's someone I imagined as a child. The elusive woman from the poem. Why do you think this shape-shifter reached into your mind and picked an image you'd almost forgotten? I don't know. Maybe that poem's been on your mind more than you realize. Phlox to Captain Archer. Archer. Captain, I may have found something. I'll be right there. She may just be something I envisioned a long time ago. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone shoot her. Are you sure? It's a wraith. I'm not picking up a signature. It was probably just a drayjin. I saw it shift. It's a wraith. Stay with it. Where is it? I'm not picking up anything. It has to be here. There's no way out. Well, if it's cornered, it must be terrified. Why can't we detect it? It may not be afraid now, but it's about to be. I'm all right. Something's wrong. We should have seen it. Maybe our scanners aren't working. All of them? We need to leave. Let's get back to camp. How was the hunt? Any luck? What are you doing here? We wanted to take a few more scans before we left. Is everything all right? We're fine. You sure? You look pretty rattled. Our scanners are malfunctioning. Sorry to hear it. Looks like you won't be taking home any trophies this year. Strange... but we never failed on the hunt before you arrived. I guess we must be bad luck. Are you there? Yes. They're gone. For now. Did you give the others the masking agent? Yes. It'll keep you safe. Thank you. I know who you are. You remembered. Thank you... for reminding me. Never stop seeking what seems unobtainable. Good-bye, Jonathan. Don't forget me. I won't.
Kora noosa? Kora noosa? Irr zoun nagool ahsp. Oht. Cucht eeta ekrajhn-voy? Irr gnales. Nohm setron quetsivoo! NanDi. Vaneeday. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Cucht nee va zeh? Nass. Y-solah-na. Y-solah-na! Krem! Tenda sout bazul. Ningor. Tah. Ningor! Tah. Ooh! Gard-day latinum sou-tah! Lahje! Sapa-moul! Ehj saf-rey tomen-dee. Konah see-oh-mahj irr zoon. Orink! Senpa tah-moy. Lorala rrela. Latinum soun teyvalah. Ulis tenda vool. Shekalai. Sop moepree. La-voy DaiMon. Narool deemo! Mirra. Mirra. Muk lat Ulis. Klaxut. Feesha vou dole. Ree-jahvey. Doc, isn't my time up yet? You said 20 minutes. It's been at least an hour. Getting a little well-done in here. Doctor? Hello? Guzah puh naam. Sel tre-oght da-techt. Ehj ocuuz sahfi? Guzah louz. Ooh... Lam-rouvah tahp! Ooh... Ingala habi. Who are you? Ingala duk habi? I don't understand. Duk habi nakustra? What? Bok, megoron duk what I'm saying? Sit down! Who the hell are you? Who we are is unimportant. Do you command this ship? I'm the Captain. What have you done to my crew? They're sleeping. They won't be harmed as long as you cooperate. What do you want? Where is the location of your vault? Vault? I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe the translator's malfunctioning. He understands. This is a vessel of exploration, not a cargo ship. We don't do any commerce. Whatever it is you're after, you won't find it here. You carry no valuables of any kind? No precious gems, no latinum? I just told you. Liar! Whoever you are... just take what you want and get off my ship. Cousin, maybe we should. We've made some good acquisitions already. There's more here. He's hiding something. I agree with Krem. Let's take what we have and go. What do we have? Scanners, low-grade weapons. Nothing but trinkets. Don't forget about the females. Some of them are worth their weight in latinum. If we leave now, we can make the next slave market on Stameris. Slave market? You're right, Krem. Pick out the females that will ing the best price. I already have. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Wait. You've reconsidered? I'll show you where the vault is... if you let me keep half the gold. Gold-pressed latinum? Gold bars. Hundreds of them. But I keep half. Ten percent. Forty. Fifteen. Thirty-five, and not a bar less. You'll never find the vault without my help. 20 percent... final offer. No deal. I'd rather you take the women and go. 35 percent. That's not a bad offer, Ulis. Maybe we should consider it. No. We'll find the vault ourselves. Krem, start loading the merchandise. Why am I always stuck doing the menial labor? Make him do it. Oh, not there. Over here. If you're going to make a habit out of this, you might want to get a bigger ship. It's not my ship. It's my cousin's. Really. I was getting the impression you were in charge. This is only my first month on the job. How do you like it so far? My cousin's a skillful merchant. I'm learning a lot from him. Oh, you'd better slide that over to make room for the others. What do you need all this for, anyway? You seem to already have plenty of technology. One can never have too much. The Rules of Acquisition say Expand or die. Rules of Acquisition? That's Rule Number 45. I've memorized all 173 including the most important one: A man is only worth the sum of his possessions. Back on my homeworld, that kind of thinking almost destroyed our civilization. You should have managed your businesses better. Come on. We have a lot more moving to do. We? So what do you do? Split the profits equally between the four of you? Oh, my cousin determines the shares. You must get a bigger percentage than your crewmates. Actually, I get the smallest. Oh, that doesn't seem fair. You're the one doing all the work. My cousin knows what's best for me. He manages all my financial transactions. Really? I... don't have the lobes for business. I assume he charges you for his services. Of course. He wouldn't be a very good businessman if he didn't. Never allow family to stand in the way of profit. Another one of your rules? Number Six. My cousin's going to help me acquire my own ship some day. You think you could ing me a glass of water? It comes out of a dispenser in the Mess Hall. I'll be right back. Ooh, do you think you could ing me some food while you're at it? Whatever's left in the serving case. That is, if you haven't already taken everything. You all right, Captain? Never better. You? From what I can tell, you and I are the only ones on the ship still standing. I would've tried to wake some of the others, but there's nothing left in Sick Bay to do it with. I'm not surprised. These aliens are taking everything they can get their hands on. Who are they? I don't know yet. Can you get a phase-pistol? They cleaned out the Armory. There are 14 weapons lockers on this ship. They can't have emptied every one of them. Trust me, Captain, I've already checked. I've got an idea. But you're going to need some help to pull it off. They used a hypospray to wake me up. It's in Launch Bay 2. This is pretty good. Glad you're enjoying it. Maybe we should take your cook with us. Do you mind? Oh. Oh. Um... Commander...? You're going to be fine. Just because a guy's in his underwear, you think the worst. I assume you have an explanation. Dr. Phlox made me clear bio-scan after I got back from that lunar survey. While I was in Decon, something knocked out the entire crew. Aliens are in control of the ship. That artifact you ought back from the lunar surface... It must have been placed there intentionally. When I opened it, the canister released some kind of gas. This female... is different from the others. What species is she? She's a Vulcan. Vulcan. They're really not all that interesting once you get to know them. I'd like to get to know this one. Maybe I won't sell her... not right away. Trust me. She's got no sense of humor. She's always complaining. Krem. Huh? You okay? There are times I wish Vulcans hadn't learned to repress their violent tendencies. Come on, we've got work to do. What about the others? I can't wake anybody else up. This hypospray is empty. Let's go. Unless you want to be sold into slavery. There's nothing here. You're not scanning deep enough. This is their vault. I saw one just like it on a Gavarian ship. Why would they keep a vault in the medical bay? Rule of Acquisition Number 23: Nothing is more important than your health... except for your money. I don't see a locking mechanism. It must use some sort of magnetic seal. I'll need micro-charges to blow it open. Hold on. This is a waste of time. We've only got three hours before they begin to wake. It'll take days to search every hatch. We'll find it, Muk. Be patient. Open those. Empty. Ah! I found something! Gold? No, but it looks like quality merchandise. Oh, splendid craftsmanship. Add it to the pot. Do I look like a Menk to you? This beauty's going in my personal collection. We agreed to split our profits. You said this ship would make us rich. We'll be lucky if we eak even. We had a deal. I'm amending it. Anything I find, I keep. Fine. I'll just deduct it from your share of the gold. What's wrong, Ulis? Can't find your pot of gold? What's all this? Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey! Don't touch. If you're not going to help us, you should return to the ship. And what are you doing? Looking for the vault. They're not going to put it on a map, you idiot. I know that. But look. If I'm not mistaken, these are the Captain's quarters. So? That's where you keep your latinum. Hmm? What's the quickest route? We could take this elevator to this deck and cut through here. It's worth a look. Weapons! Where is it coming from? Over here! Make it stop! Let's get to their Captain's quarters. Where are my scanners? I left them right here! You should be more careful with your acquisitions. Oh, oh! Open your bag. No. Open it. Are you calling me a thief? Everybody knows you'd steal the wax out of your own mother's ears. Please, gentlemen. We're partners. Partners don't rob from each other. Why would I bother taking some worthless scanners? Worthless? I didn't put them there. Oh, really? Then who did? I tell you, I don't know! Maybe they just jumped off the table and crawled inside. Where's the other one? There were three. Don't look at me. Give it back. Get away. Come back here! You heard me, you cheating no-good liar! There. That one. I'm surprised your friend didn't get electrocuted. You can't just yank out an antimatter injector like it was a light bulb. Would you mind? I'll have to take the injector assembly off-line. Warp core parts are in high demand. Hmm. Even if your cousin does find the vault, what makes you think he's going to share the gold with you? We have a contract. If you never see the vault, you'll never know what's in it. He could try to cheat you out of your share. He wouldn't cheat me. What happened to... Never allow family to stand in the way of profit? I've seen the way the others treat you. One of them said you have no talent for business. Why not prove them wrong? I've got a proposition for you. Help me capture your associates and I'll show you where the vault is. We'll split the gold, 50-50. Once they're in the ig, you can fly off a wealthy man. You said you've always dreamed of having your own ship. How do I know you won't double-cross me? You're the one holding the gun. Think about it. No more taking orders... getting stuck with the menial work. I'll even throw in the Vulcan female. So... what'll it be? Opportunities like this don't come along every day. Get back to work. It's your loss. Where is the vault? Do you understand me? I can't lock on to its language. It's a lower life-form, you fool. Probably the Captain's next meal. Don't be so sure. Look at the size of its ears. I could get several bars of latinum for this creature at the Malurzian Zoo. There's nothing here. Let's search the other quarters. I've had enough of vault hunting for one day. You two have fun. Who's there? One of the aliens is awake! Why aren't you asleep? What's next? Where do you expect me to put it? There's hardly any room left on your ship. I think it's time you decided what you really want to keep. Uh, I'll ask Ulis. Can't you make a simple decision by yourself? If you want to run your own ship someday, maybe you should start showing a little initiative. I'm not the one in charge. And you never will be with that attitude. Who's this? My Chief Engineer. Why is he awake? Don't ask me. Are there others? I haven't seen anybody. You? Uh... The anesthesia isn't supposed to wear off for another two hours. Maybe we used the wrong dosage. There could be others awake. We should leave. Not without the gold. Forget the gold. We'll never find it. If you want to leave, take one of their shuttlecraft. I'll be happy to keep your share. You expect me to go empty-handed? You can keep the shuttlecraft and the females. That's not good enough. It'll have to be. You'll regret this, Ulis. Get out. Grish, help me with the women. Wait. I'll show you the vault. Trip... Leave the women here, and I'll let you have the gold. Not another word, Commander. That's an order. I'm not letting them take my wife. Wife? She's not the one with the pointy ears, is she? No. Her name's Hoshi. And you're going to keep your filthy hands off her. Do we have a deal? You take them anywhere near that vault and I'll throw you in the ig for insubordination. You don't give a damn about this crew. All you care about is your precious gold. I'm warning you, Trip. You're a greedy son of a bitch. What's your wife worth? Five bars of gold, maybe six? Let them take Hoshi and I'll give you ten. What?! All right, 15. Enough! I accept your offer. You'll leave the women? You have my word as a businessman. Follow me. Wait here. I'll go. So you can cheat us out of our share? Hide it in the bottom of your bag? I plan to count every bar of that gold myself before it leaves the vault. We'll count it later. Oh, I know you too well, Ulis. If he's going, I'm going. Me, too. We can't all go. Time's running out. Someone has to stay and finish loading the ship. That's Krem's job. I'm tired of doing this job. I don't want to do all the menial work. Krem... It's time that I showed a little... initiative. I have the lobes for business. You just never give me the chance to prove it. Get back to work! Yes, cousin. You... sure told him. Get back to work. My back. What about it? I think I pulled a muscle. It's an old water polo injury. Flares up every now and then. I just need to rest. We don't have any time. If Ulis comes back and we're not finished... Then you'd better get working. Where are we going? Bottom deck. We already looked there. You obviously didn't look in the right place. After you. Have you come to rescue me? How did you wake up? Whatever put the others to sleep didn't affect me in the same way. My body works differently than the humans. Hew-mahns? That's the name of their species. They're a terrible race. Deceitful, cruel. Why do you live with them? It wasn't my choice. I'm a captive here. They've enslaved me. Please, take me with you. You would make... a handsome wife. Do you... know how to perform... oo-mox? I'm well-trained in the arts of pleasure... Oh... but I'm not familiar with oo-mox. My lobes. Stroke... my lobes. Like this? Yes. And this? Oh, yes! Haven't we been through this section? Not yet. I recognize that conduit. We have a thousand conduits like that on this ship. We're going in circles. This way. Isn't there a more direct route? That's the beauty of this thing. It's impossible to find unless you know exactly where you're going. How much further? Keep your shirt on. It's close. Watch your head. Is this your plan... to walk us to death? Is this some kind of trick? Relax. We're here. Oh! The vault? It's all yours. Open it. Open it! You better let me go in first. Why? Knowing Captain Archer, he's probably rigged the place with booby traps. Just... give me a few minutes to check it out. No! You could have a weapon hidden in there. I'll go. Not without me, you won't. You'll fill your pockets with gold... Take your hands off me! We don't have all day! Get away from that hatch! Out of my way! Thief! I want my share! It's mine! Get back, or I'll gnaw your hands off! My gold! My gold! It's a trap! Sorry, fellas... bank must be closed today. Did it work? Perfectly. Do you have the key? Not that interesting. No sense of humor. Always complaining? I'll make it up to you. How? Five bars of gold? Open these things, Subcommander. That's an order. Oh, yes. Yeah, Porthos. Yes. You okay? I'm going to be contacting the Vulcan High Command, as well as Starfleet. If you come within a light-year of any one of our ships, you won't know what hit you. You'll never see us again. If you want to be unshackled, you might think about showing Krem here a little more respect. Vermin! Release me... and I'll forget this ever happened. Later... maybe... if you're nice. Let me go, you idiot! Shut up! Are you sure you want to stay here with the hew-mahns? With my ship and your talents, we could build a vast... fortune. I'll let you have my latinum pen... The one you've always had your eye on. No, thanks. My beetle snuff collection? Makes me sneeze. Name your price. Whatever he offers you, I'll double it. Krem... we're family. I know a Bolian female. I could introduce you.
I thought Cajun food was hot. D'Marr... what did you call that... spice? Haljaran. The warlords on Preenos use it to test their courage. You sure you won't have some? My courage doesn't need testing. I have other items to trade. I can get you some Triaxian silk for, say... another protein resequencer? I bet you'd look good in Triaxian silk. What we really need are engineering supplies. Raw duratanium, dilithium ore. I'm sorry. I prefer to deal in more... exotic goods. But about two days from here there's a small system. You might find what you're looking for there. We haven't detected any inhabited planets on long-range scans. It's not inhabited... not exactly. What do you mean? Mmm! This is excellent. What is it again? Coffee. I can have my chef wrap up a few kilograms for you... if you wouldn't mind telling us where we can find those supplies. Captain, please, this isn't a matter of negotiation. I'm thinking of your safety. Ten kilos? It's pure luck that I even found it. Found what? A ship. Crashed on one of the inner planets. There were no life-signs aboard, so I landed to... claim my rights of salvage. What'd you find? A transport vessel, largely intact. I could have stripped it bare and made a fortune. Why didn't you? The, um... crew objected. You said there weren't any life-signs aboard. There weren't. There wasn't anything alive. What are you saying, the ship was haunted? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The atmosphere is thin, but eathable. Any bio-signs? As the trader said, none. I've located the ship, sir. Let's see it. No power signatures. It appears to be deserted. But are your sensors cali ated for ghosts? So far, D'Marr's batting a thousand. I'm reading duratanium, beryllium and... dilithium. I wonder what caused the crash. There's no way to tell without a closer look. Let's get down there. Are we sure that's a good idea? You're not afraid it's really haunted, are you? We don't know what happened to the crew. That ship could be a tomb. You really think we should be picking through it for spare parts, sir? D'Marr didn't say anything about bodies. Captain, we've taken more damage out here than we ever expected to. There's enough duratanium down there to patch a lot of hull fractures. Let's pay her a visit. If we feel the spirits don't want us there, we'll leave. Malcolm, you have the Bridge. Aye, sir. Travis, you're driving. T'Pol? Nothing. According to D'Marr, Engineering should be that way. You and T'Pol check it out. Com us if you find anything we can use. Or if you... see any signs of the crew. Aye, Captain. Everything okay, Travis? Yes, sir. I was just wondering, if that trader left in such a hurry, why'd he bother to close the hatch behind him? What is it? I heard something. Rats, maybe? No. Well, then you probably imagined it. Vulcans don't imagine things. It's nothing to be ashamed of. A spooky ship, a missing crew, things going bump in the night. It'd give anybody the creeps. The creeps? Yeah. Willies. Heebie-jeebies. What, don't you get frightened every once in a while? No. Not by anything? No. Too bad. Nothing like a good scare. What do you think that trader really saw down here, sir? I don't know. Maybe... someone else wanted to salvage this wreck and they were trying to scare him off. That makes sense. Except scavengers would've stripped this ship to the keel. This isn't turning into one of your famous ghost stories, is it? It would make a good one, sir. What do you think? Computer terminal? Yes, sir. There's no power, but the data modules look intact. Let's get them back to the ship, see if we can find out what happened here. It's dilithium, all right. Huh. Something wrong? No. The crystals are in perfect shape. Wouldn't be that hard to get this ship flying again. What is it? There's someone here. You said there weren't any bio-signs. There aren't. If you're trying to scare me, I appreciate the effort, but... Tucker to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're not alone down here. We're on our way. There's a space behind this bulkhead. Why didn't any of this show up on sensors? There appears to be a dampening field in this section of the ship. What's generating it? I'm reading a power source, but I can't pinpoint its location. Then let's do some pinpointing. Hi. Sorry. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Hey! T'Pol! We were on our way back from our colony on Kotara Barath. We came under attack as we passed this system. Who attacked you? They didn't introduce themselves; they just opened fire. We're a supply ship. We don't carry large weapons. We tried to defend ourselves. The Captain was able to make a crash landing. It's a miracle we all survived. Didn't you send out a distress call? If we had, it would have let the raiders know where we were. So you set up this dampening field to hide. We were afraid they'd come down and finish what they started. How long have you been here? Nearly three years. Three years. You've made quite a home for yourselves here. Well, we didn't have much choice. Well, you do now. Our ship is big enough for all of you. We can take you home. You're very generous, Captain. But our world is over a year away. Well, we can't just leave you here. As you say, we've made a home for ourselves. What about their engines? Their dilithium matrix is stable. They've got plenty of antimatter reserves. I think we can get this ship flying. We've tried, believe me. We have resources you may not have. It's worth a shot. Thank you, Captain. Oh! You startled me. That's twice in one day. You ever say anything? Unless you're unable to say anything... in which case I apologize. Don't touch that! The power's been routed to our living area through that relay. It's very dangerous. Well, I'm glad you finally decided to speak up. Thanks. You're welcome. You, uh... know a lot about your ship's systems? My father's the Engineer. He taught me how things work. Well, stick around then. You can warn me about whatever else I need to keep my hands off of. He's busy. Don't bother him, Liana. It's okay. I could use the company. My daughter has other responsibilities. These relays are cross-circuited. Liana and her father rerouted power where they needed it. See here? They shunted helm control to airponics. Efficient. But I'll need to reconnect the Bridge systems. I'll ask Liana to give you a hand. That's not necessary. It'll go faster. I can take care of it. She knows the ship's systems inside and out. She kept me from getting fried on a live plasma feed. Perhaps she can help you then. What's that supposed to mean? By the way you keep talking about her, you obviously appreciate her technical expertise. She's very competent. So was the female engineer on the Xyrillian ship. You're never going to let that go, are you? I'm simply noting that the last time you found someone this competent, you wound up carrying her child. Am I interrupting? Not at all. Commander Tucker and I were just discussing his previous... repair experience. I thought you might like something to eat. No, thank you. I'm going to remove those power shunts on the Bridge. Are you hungry? Thanks. Mmm. It's delicious. What is it? It's called lorella. We grow it in the airponics bay. Nothing will take root outside. I'm not surprised. It's amazing you were able to survive out here. Why do I feel like it's feeding time at the zoo? Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. Hmm. Please. I wish more women would pay that much attention to me. Do you know a lot of women? Well... nearly a third of the crew is female. What about on... What did you call your planet? Earth. I've got lady friends back there, but... nobody special, if that's what you mean. Not anymore. What about your world? Kantare? What about it? Well, as soon as we get your engines fixed, you'll be going back, seeing your friends. I bet you're looking forward to that. Commander? I hear you've been making progress. Uh, we're getting there. There is something else you might be able to help us with. Your computer core? It controls all the ship's vital functions. Environmental systems. Main power. You might say it keeps us alive. These are optronic relays. Yes, and the system's beginning to degrade. It could fail at any time. I've worked on something like this. On a Xyrillian ship. Then you can fix it? I can try. I'll need some diagnostic gear from Enterprise. Why don't you come along? I could buy you lunch. Thank you, Commander, but we still have a lot to do here. Oh, you've been marooned for three years. A change of scenery for an hour or two couldn't hurt. Another time. Okay. I'll be back before you know it. Why can't I go? You know why. What's wrong with seeing their ship, meeting some of their crew? I think you've met enough of their crew already. These are good people. They want to help us. I promise not to say anything. Here. This is where they say their engines were hit. There's a lot of damage. Impact damage, sir. No scorch marks. No melting. No indications of any weapons fire. Maybe they were hit by some kind of weapon we're not familiar with. It's possible. They also say they haven't sent out a distress call because it'd give away their position. You're not buying that, either. They crashed three years ago, sir. Whoever attacked them has to be gone by now. Why are they still hiding? Just because they're a little skittish doesn't mean they're up to something. There's also their airponics bay. What about it? It's not big enough to feed all the people on that ship, sir. Not by a long shot. How are they surviving down there? It doesn't make any sense. Do we still have their data module? It's in Shuttlepod 1. Have Hoshi download it. Let me know as soon as she has anything. Aye, sir. How many people are on Enterprise? Eighty-three. All humans? Mostly. You met T'Pol. She's Vulcan. And Dr. Phlox is from a planet called Denobula. Can I meet him? Are you kidding? I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't introduce you. And there's Porthos, Captain Archer's dog. Dog? Oh, I guess you don't have a word for that. He's a mammal. Four legs, big ears, kind of cute. What does he do? Not much. He's the Captain's pet. Of course... his pet. I've never seen a dog before. Can we see it? Well, I hope you'll have some time left for me. I don't know. It sounds like I'm going to be very busy. So... tell me about Kantare. It's boring. I want to hear about the places you've been. Our mission's really just getting started. We haven't been to many planets yet. Where are you going next? No idea. That's the fun part. Which planet was your favorite? If I had to choose right now... I'd say this one. Archer to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. Could you come to my ready room? On my way. Billy... could you continue this lady's tour? I still owe you lunch. I'll meet you in the Mess Hall. I hear you've been spending a lot of time with Liana. Did T'Pol say something? Sir... I swear I've been nothing but a perfect gentleman. I'm sure you have, Trip. This doesn't have anything to do with that. Oh. We were wondering if you'd noticed any strange behavior from her or any of the others. Strange behavior? What's going on? Hoshi translated the data module we found on their ship. We were able to reconstruct what happened right before they crashed. They already told us what happened. According to this... they weren't attacked. There was an accident on board. What kind of an accident? There are some gaps in the data, but it looks like some kind of catastrophic malfunction. There was a massive depressurization when the ship went down. Maybe that data module was damaged during the crash. It's not just the data module. When their story didn't check out, the Captain asked me to run some detailed scans of the ship. According to the oxidation rate in the hull plating... that ship's been sitting down there a lot longer than three years. It went down nearly 22 years ago, Trip. That doesn't make any sense. Check the scans yourself. Why wouldn't Liana have told me? The data also shows that they launched a number of escape pods just before the crash. Malcolm found one. It was still in orbit. We're inging it on board. This is obviously someone's final resting place. What do you expect to accomplish by opening it? I'm not quite sure. I don't believe you'll be needing my services. It's Shilat, Captain. I saw him on their ship an hour ago. Alive. Vanilla, huh? There are different kinds? Oh, hundreds. I like Rocky Road. That sounds terrible. Why do they call it that? I never really thought about it. I guess because it's got nuts in it. It's also got marshmallows, but I don't think that's got anything to do with the name. Marshmallows? They're little, um... Uh, they're made of sugar, mostly. You know, I'm not sure what they are. Anyway, did you enjoy the tour? Oh, very much. I think Sick Bay was my favorite. Dr. Phlox let me feed his bat. Oh. He also asked me to lunch. Had I known you were going to be gone so long... I'm sorry, um... Something important came up. What's wrong? Liana, how long have you been on this planet? Captain Kuulan told you. I want you to tell me. Why? Because our scans show your ship crashed 22 years ago. Well, your scans must be wrong. That's what I told Captain Archer. I said there wasn't any reason for you to lie to us. Is there? We found one of your escape pods. I think I should go now. Liana... Take me back. There was a body in it. Been dead for a long time. It was Shilat. Can you explain that to me? I can't. Tell me what's going on. I'm sorry, but I can't. Please take me home. Do you need some help? Not at all. I thought you were repairing the optronic relays. I've done as much as I can do for now. I need to return to Enterprise to analyze the data. If you'll excuse me. Do you need some help? I need to contact my ship. Because of what you found? I don't understand. You were looking where you shouldn't have. Find T'Pol. I'm going to go talk to the Captain. I think it would be better if we stayed together, sir. You don't have to do this. You're not in any danger here. That would be easier to believe if you weren't hiding things from us. Can't you just fix our systems and go? Is that what you really want? How old were you when your ship crashed... five, six? Do you even remember what your home looks like? This is my home. Liana. I didn't tell them anything. No, she didn't. But if you want any more help from us, we're going to need some answers. We don't owe you answers. Take their weapons. Please, just let them leave. That's what you wanted in the first place. When the repairs are completed. Make him stop. He'll listen to you. Go back to your ship. Not without my officers. This isn't a negotiation. Liana. Get to work. Where's T'Pol? Don't worry about her. I'm going to need her help. You can do it on your own. I'm not doing a thing until I see her. Do as I say, or you'll never see her. What's so important about this thing? You'd really kill us to keep it running? You wouldn't understand. I don't care what your big secret is. It doesn't matter if you've been here three years or 30. But you got to think about Liana. We can help you take her home. Just fix those relays. You got a lot to learn about making friends. I've made all the friends I need. I'm sick of hearing that he's doing this for me. I don't believe it anymore. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for your father. He still should have told them the truth. You know he can't do that. He can do whatever he wants. He's not like you. You shouldn't have gone to their ship. You think this is my fault? I saw the way you looked at their Engineer. Are you sure you didn't say anything? No, I didn't. They'll be gone soon and everything will be fine again. We'll set the shuttle down in the foothills south of their ship. Won't they pick us up on sensors? Their dampening field should leave them as blind as we are. Unfortunately, that rules out using the transporter as well. We'll go in through their escape pod ports. That should put us near Engineering and their computer room. And with a bit of luck, near T'Pol and Commander Tucker. That's a pretty neat trick. Here you are watching me with a gun in your hand, while at the same time, your corpse is up on Enterprise. What do you do for an encore? Would you wait outside? I'm not supposed to leave him. It's all right. They do what I ask them to. Then why don't you ask them to let me go? I wish I could. Maybe you can tell me how I'm being guarded by a dead man. Do you think it's possible to tell a lie so many times that you begin to believe it's the truth? You can. I never really understood that until you came. Remember when you said you thought we were ghosts? In a way... you were right. Work your way down the port side. Com us if you find T'Pol. And be careful. Aye, sir. That's why your father needs to keep this running. Yes. You can stop this. You all right? Yeah. Where did he come from? Good question. You have to get them off the ship. Liana, please. If you don't, my friends could die. Please. What happened to your crew? They're gone, Captain. Isn't it obvious? Your real crew. Ah. They didn't seem real to you? I created them. Wasn't easy. Took time. You could touch them. They could make you laugh. Surprise you. They were holograms. They were our friends, our family for over 20 years. They're the only people I've ever known besides my father, until you came. But the ones you based them on... The crew of this ship... Where are they? I buried them out in the hills... the ones I could find after the crash. I killed them, so I buried them. That isn't true. You don't remember. You were a child. We were on our way home, just like Kuulan told you. But we weren't attacked. It was an ion storm. It overloaded our plasma conduits. I was the Chief Engineer. It was my responsibility to start repairs. But it was worse than I thought. Leaking plasma burned through the hull. We were losing atmosphere, so Captain Kuulan set a course for this planet. Sounds like you did everything you could to save the ship. They're all dead. Apparently, I didn't do enough. They died because of me. No. It was my decision. She was in our quarters on the lowest deck. I knew she'd never survive a crash landing down there, so I went to get her. Any father would have done the same thing. I left my station. The plasma leak grew; there was an explosion. Half the crew died instantly... including my wife. A few made it to the escape pods, but... I... can't imagine what making that decision must have been like, but it was a long time ago. You need to consider your daughter now. Why do you think I did this? To retreat into some fantasy? Pretend it never happened? For two years, I tried to repair our ship, and I watched my daughter grow up alone. So, I decided to ing them back... her mother first, then Captain Kuulan and the others. I did everything I could to make it like it was for her. She deserves more. I've given her everything she needs. And when you're gone? Trip, please. Are you going to let her bury you out in the hills? And live the rest of her life with these... people you created? What if the relays burn out again? Then she'll really be alone. She's my daughter. It's not your concern. What if she gets hurt? What do you do then? Program a... holographic doctor? We've survived here successfully. Maybe you have. Ask Liana how she feels. Ask her if just surviving is enough. You all right? We'll finish working on your holographic systems, if that's what you want. But you should be sure that's all the help you need from us. It may be a long time before anyone comes by here again. Come in. Welcome aboard. Thank you, Captain. You have a beautiful ship. Thanks. We're pretty proud of her. May I sit? Of course. I haven't been in space for a long time. It feels strange. Good, just a bit strange. Can I get you something? Some tea...? I'm fine. No, I'm not. Your Engineer is a very plain-spoken man. That's one way of putting it. I've never kept secrets from my daughter. She knows there's more to see beyond our little oasis. But she's never talked about leaving... not once. Now your Engineer thinks we should just pack up and go. 22 years, Captain... I've lived here for 22 years. Now, that ship down there may seem like nothing more than spare parts to you, but to me, it's home. I don't want to leave. I am happy here. Comfortable. But Mr. Tucker wants me to believe that I'm being selfish. He says now that I have the opportunity to leave, I should... That Liana deserves more. Maybe it's time I stopped being so afraid of change. Will you help me take my daughter home? We'll stay as long as it takes to get your ship flying. Thank you, Captain, but all we need are these components. I've got my own crew to do the work, some of them are pretty fair engineers. I saw to that. How's it going? Good. We're about to start realigning the antimatter injectors. That was fast. What's that? It's a protein resequencer. I figured you must be tired of eating the same food all the time. I, uh, programmed it for making ice cream... Only five flavors, but they're good ones. Rocky Road? You didn't think I'd send you off without Rocky Road? Thank you. Are you sure you don't want us to stay for a while, lend a hand? You've got a lot more places to go. So do you. Maybe I'll see you out there. I'd like that.
Captain? Sir? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. How many? I saw at least 30. This place is pretty big. There could be more. Any idea who attacked the shuttle? I didn't exactly have time to get a good look. The energy readings we got from the other side of that moon could have come from the Helix. There's a wall about five meters high. It's looks like it surrounds this entire building. I see something that might be a guard tower, but I can't be sure. Any people? No, sir. You up for another walk? You're the new arrivals. Why are we here? Why are any of us here? Follow me. Thank you, Major. Please, sit down. I can understand why you're upset. No doubt you've had a difficult afternoon. To say the least. I meant to speak to you earlier, but I had some urgent business to attend to. I apologize. We don't see many Starship Captains here. Jonathan Archer? That's right. You must be Travis Mayweather. And you are? I am Colonel Grat. I take it you're the man in charge. I took the liberty to examine the database in your shuttlecraft. So I know that you're from a planet called Earth and that you serve on a vessel called Enterprise. What I don't know is what you were doing within our military zone. Military zone? You entered orbit of our second moon. You must have detected it. We... picked up some unusual energy readings, but we had no idea where they were coming from. We were simply curious. Your curiosity almost got you killed. Fortunately, our patrol ship didn't vaporize your shuttlecraft. You might think about putting up a no trespassing sign. I'll pass that along. Where are we now? This is a detention complex. It's several light-years from where we found you. Does everyone that violates your territory get thrown into a place like this? We're at war with a species that can mimic the appearance of almost any humanoid. We had to make certain that you weren't infiltrators. If you're worried we're Suliban, trust me, we're not. I know. We've already tested your DNA. You're familiar with the Cabal? Unfortunately. Then you must know about their genetic enhancements and how dangerous they can be. Firsthand. I hope you didn't suffer too many casualties. We've been... lucky... so far. We're eager to get back to Enterprise. If you'll take us to our shuttlepod, we'll be on our way. I'm afraid I don't have the authority to release you. We have very strict regulations. You'll have to appear before a magistrate on Tandar Prime. But the hearing should be ief. I'll explain that this was just a... innocent misunderstanding. When's this hearing? A transport will be here in three days. Three days?! I wish I could offer you more comfortable accommodations. Unfortunately, this detention complex is overcrowded at the moment. I would advise you to keep to yourselves. If the Suliban give you any trouble, simply tell one of the guards. I'd like to contact my ship. Let them know we're all right. I can't permit that, Captain. Regulations? But I will call them personally and explain the situation. Escort these gentlemen back to their quarters. Make sure they get a proper meal. I'm sorry we couldn't have met under better circumstances. So am I. They call this a proper meal? I should save it for Commander Tucker. It'd make a good valve sealant. Why don't you get some sleep? I'll take the first watch. This thing doesn't hold much. I'll be right back. How about waiting your turn? I can't believe you'd do this to a child. Do what? She's a little young to be a member of the Cabal. You don't know what you're talking about. I know that you're given genetic tricks as payment. What are they giving her? I don't know who you are, but you're wrong about us. Is that so? We're not genetically enhanced and we're not members of the Cabal. If that's true, then what are you doing here? Didn't Colonel Grat tell you? We're dangerous. All Suliban are dangerous. It's past curfew. We were just on our way back. Sorry, Danik. It's the second time this week. Klev, please. It's only for one night. It's my fault. I'm the one who kept them here. Get back to your cell. Where are you taking him? Isolation. Unless you want to join him, do as I say. Will you make sure she gets back? I'll see you in the morning. Don't worry. I'd like to speak with them. I'm sorry, but regulations forbid that. There's nothing to be concerned about. They've been placed in comfortable quarters and they're perfectly safe. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather hear that from the Captain. I'm afraid that's not possible. May we attend the hearing? Of course. Will they be given legal representation? They're also free to choose their own counsel. When you arrive at Tandar Prime, you'll be contacted by the Central Magistrate's Office. We'll need the coordinates. I'm sending them now. Thank you, Colonel. Good luck to you. Hoshi? I can't trace the signal. He must have scrambled the carrier wave. Keep at it. What are you suggesting we do? Mount a rescue? The thought crossed my mind. It would be a mistake to provoke the Tandarans any further. So, we just sit on our hands? The hearing's in three days. And what if they're found guilty? Sentenced to 30 years in prison? That's unlikely. If you want to explore alien cultures, you'll need to learn to respect their laws. If Captain Archer were here, I'm sure he'd agree. If you'd like, I'll contact the Vulcan High Command. They might be willing to send an arbitrator. A Vulcan lawyer? He'd be better off getting the electric chair. Electric chair? Never mind. Set a course for Tandar Prime. Hello again. I hope isolation wasn't too rough. It gets very cold in there at night. Sometimes I wish I was genetically enhanced. If you've come to apologize, don't. It was just a misunderstanding. Actually, I was hoping to find out what's going on around here. Maybe you should talk to one of the Tandarans. I spoke to Colonel Grat, but I get the feeling he's not telling me the whole story. Archer. My name is Jonathan Archer. More? I've had plenty. Thank you. It was very good. You look like Tandarans. Why don't you go and find your friends? And don't forget curfew. I won't. We're not criminals, Captain, and we're not soldiers. The only thing we're guilty of is being Suliban. They must have tested your DNA. Figured out that you haven't been genetically altered. As far as they're concerned, that doesn't mean anything. You believed I was a member of the Cabal, didn't you? Didn't you? Yes, I did. All that seems to matter is the way we look. Be careful of their wicked smiles, their shining yellow eyes. At night, they'll squeeze right through your door, and everybody dies. The Tandaran children used to tease my daughter with that nursery rhyme. At least here, she doesn't have to hear it anymore. This is an internment camp. Detention Complex 26. I've heard it's one of their nicer ones. Why did this happen? The Cabal began their attacks eight years ago. It wasn't long before the Tandarans started to question the loyalty of all Suliban living in their territory. We were rounded up... relocated as they like to say. They told us it was only temporary. It was for our own safety. Once the Cabal has been destroyed, you will be free to go back to your homes. We're still waiting. There are 89 of us here. Thousands more in other camps. Every one of us used to be citizens on worlds in the Tandar Sector. Did you know that I was born in the same town as one of the guards? Major Klev. I was friends with his other when we were growing up. What about the government on the Suliban homeworld? Don't they have something to say about this? I'm sure they would if they still existed. Our homeworld became uninhabitable 300 years ago. Most Suliban are nomadic, but some of us have assimilated into other cultures. My grandfather made the unfortunate decision to settle on Tandar Prime. Yes? What are they doing here? It's all right. I asked them. This came today. What species are you? We're human. Never heard of them. Sajen, you're being rude. Bad news? It's my wife. We were separated during the relocation. She's in one of the other camps. Her transfer was rejected again. She tried to appeal their decision. But, as usual, they wouldn't listen. I'm sorry. Midday inspection. Try to look your best. Thank you for lunch. Thank you for listening. Why'd you ing them here? Maybe I was tired of talking to you. They could be working with Grat. Hey! Colonel Grat wants to see you. Just him. I understand you were out after curfew last night arguing with a Suliban. It was just a misunderstanding. You should have taken my advice, Captain. I know. I know... it's a big problem with me. I'm just too damn curious. Whenever I meet new people, I can't resist trying to get to know them. I'm certainly getting to know a lot about the Suliban around here. I admire your spirit of exploration, but in this case, it could get you into trouble. Keep to yourself. I'll do my best. Unless you have any more advice... No. But... I do have a question. Have you ever been to Oklahoma? I guess you could say I'm a curious man myself. After you mentioned that you were familiar with the Cabal, I decided to speak with our intelligence agency. They've uncovered some interesting facts. Apparently two Suliban soldiers crash-landed near a town called Broken Bow, Oklahoma. They were chasing a Klingon of all things. I was wondering if you could provide some insight into what they were doing there. I wouldn't know. You'd have to talk to my superiors... Oh, I think you know a great deal. Enterprise took the Klingon back to his homeworld. Isn't that right? Rigel X... you made a detour there. From what I'm told, you contacted a woman named Sarin. Do you remember her? Well, I'll remind you. She was the head of a Suliban resistance cell. She was killed by the Cabal in a firefight at the trade complex. Several of our people saw you there, Captain. I believe you were injured... a shot in the leg. Do I have to ask your superiors about that as well? What exactly do you want? Information. What do you know about the Cabal? What genetic enhancements you've seen. Helix deployments. Who's giving them their orders? You've got plenty of Suliban here. Why not ask them? We both know they wouldn't be very helpful. Then why are they in prison? That's a discussion for another time. There are families here... children. One man hasn't seen his wife in years. Tell me what you know. They don't deserve this kind of treatment. They're here for their own protection. Oh, really? The last thing we wanted to do was build these detention centers, but we had no choice. When the Cabal began their activities, there was a great deal of fear among the Tandarans. There were instances of violence. 14 innocent Suliban were killed in one day alone. We had to find a way to keep them out of danger. Then why not just let them find another place to live? They wouldn't get very far. It's ironic, but once they're out of Tandaran territory, the Cabal will hunt them down and turn them all into soldiers. They're better off here. I've met a few Suliban who disagree. One of the Cabal leaders is a man named Silik. He infiltrated your vessel approximately three months ago posing as a Borothan pilgrim. What did he want? Did he speak of the Temporal Cold War? Answer me! This conversation is taking longer than I expected. I'd hate to see you miss that transport tomorrow morning. The next one won't arrive for another 60 days. I'm afraid the hearing's been postponed. Why? The magistrate assigned to their case is in the middle of a very complex proceeding and it's taking more time than he expected. How much longer are they going to have to wait? Hopefully not more than a few days. If you stay on course for Tandar Prime, I'll arrange for an ambassador to show you our capital city when you arrive. We're not interested in a tour. We just want our people back. I'm doing everything I can. Try to be patient. You'll hear from me soon. I've isolated their carrier frequency. Do you see it? I'm tracing it now. Bearing 178 mark 12. How far? 5.2 light-years. All I'm saying is, we go take a look for ourselves, make sure they're okay. Proceed. Most of the people we meet have been pretty eager to get to know us, but we've had our share of unfortunate encounters. I guess you could say this is one of them. I've lived with Tandarans all my life. They're decent people, for the most part. What about you? What did you do before you ended up here? I was director of research at an engineering institute. It's in the Querella Province. You should see it... assuming your hearing goes well. I've got a feeling we could be here for awhile. Why not tell Grat what you know? Get yourself out of here? I don't like being strong-armed. And I don't like what he's doing to you and the others. Has anyone ever tried to get out of here? You mean escape? Well, a couple of years ago, three men pried open one of the security grates. They tried to get to the Docking Bay. Docking Bay? Yes, it's about a hundred meters away. It's where they keep Suliban ships they've impounded. What happened? Oh, they managed to get inside, but before they could reach a vessel, all three of them were killed. Colonel Grat made a ridiculous... claim that they were armed. They might have succeeded with a little help from the outside. Won't be long before Enterprise comes looking for Mayweather and me. I appreciate the offer, Captain, but I doubt many people here would be willing to take the risk. Have you asked them? How many ships are in that Docking Bay? Writing a letter? It's a journal. Could be valuable someday. People will want to know what happened here. I doubt anyone will ever read this. Then why are you writing it? Why do you care? I see how you look at us. Suliban terrify you. You wouldn't be surprised if I slithered up this wall or turned my face inside out. Cabal... Suliban... It's all the same to you. That's not true. What took you so long? Are you all right? More or less. We're picking up Suliban bio-signs. It's not what you think. Are you sure this is a secure frequency? I'm triaxilating the signal, sir. If we were in the middle of Starfleet Headquarters, no one would pick it up. Good. Where are you? In orbit. It won't be long before we're detected. I'm getting a transporter lock on you now, Captain. Say the word and we'll ing you both home. Hang on, Trip. We're not ready to leave just yet. Those Suliban you detected are prisoners, too. But they're no more guilty than we are. I want to help them get out of here. Captain? Have you ever heard of Manzanar, Subcommander? I'm not familiar with that planet. It's not a planet. It was an internment camp on Earth during the Second World War. Japanese-American citizens were imprisoned there, even though they didn't do anything wrong. The same thing's happening here. I thought you'd decided not to interfere with other cultures. In this case, I'm making an exception. Understood? Yes, Captain. I've met a Suliban who knows this camp inside and out. We've been working on a plan, but we're going to need your help. We'll need a few of your people. Anyone who's had experience with particle weapons. We won't make it ten meters outside the complex before we're shot, like the others. And even if we did get to the ships and managed to lift off, there are patrol vessels in the area. Enterprise can handle them. And once we've made this miraculous escape, where do you expect us to go? All we have to do is get out of Tandaran territory. After that, we can set a course for the Niburon Colonies. I know some people there. They might be willing to help us. It's too dangerous. Would you rather spend the rest of your life in prison? You're placing a lot of trust in people you've only known for three days. For all we know, they've been planted here to stage this revolt, so Grat would finally have a reason to kill all of us. We're not working for the Tandarans. Think of your daughter. Are you willing to risk her life, too? We're getting out of here, Sajen. I'm not going to help you plan our suicide. I hope the others were more enthusiastic. This is the wall that I was telling you about. It's only 40 meters from the Docking Bay. Have you had a chance to reconsider? I'm willing to compromise, Captain. Just tell me what you know about Silik. Well... he's about this tall... a little on the scrawny side... bad teeth. If you're unwilling to discuss the Suliban, maybe you can help me with something else. We detected some unusual energy readings last night. At first we thought it was random interference. But after examining the readings more closely, we discovered they were coming from your quarters. You should check your sensors. They're obviously malfunctioning. I'm told they're working perfectly. Sorry, Captain. We found this in Ensign Mayweather's pocket, but he wouldn't say how it got there. I was hoping you could tell me. Take him to isolation. If I come in low from the east, I should be able to evade their proximity sensors. This appears to be a pulse cannon. It'll be my first target. Bridge to Sick Bay. Phlox here. What's your status? Finishing as we speak. Though I'm not completely happy with the nose. It's almost time. Understood. It's Captain Archer. Put him through. Go ahead, Captain. You seem to be off course. I thought you were headed for Tandar Prime. What ings you here? Where's Captain Archer? If you're thinking about trying to circumvent our legal system, I advise against it. You come any closer to our planet and my patrol ships will open fire. What happened to you? What do you care? Danik's been looking for your Captain. Have you seen him? You might try isolation. Still think we're working with the Tandarans? You know, we could have left this place a long time ago, if we hadn't decided to help you. I never asked for your help. Why? Because we're not Suliban? Because we look a little too much like Tandarans? I'll admit, when I first came here, it wasn't easy to see past my preconceptions about the Suliban, but I did. Why can't you? We're being hailed. It's him. Check your sensors and you'll see two patrol ships headed toward you. We didn't come here to fight. We came to talk with you. They'll have a weapons lock on your vessel in less than one minute. Do you eat meat, Colonel? What? Our chef is preparing a meal in your honor and I was curious whether you're vegetarian. I was hoping you'd join me for dinner. It would give us an opportunity to get acquainted. You have 45 seconds to leave orbit. I can't believe you're really going to destroy our vessel over a trivial incident like this. I can tell you're an enlightened man. All I'm asking for is a chance to show you that we're enlightened as well. We're transmitting a copy of Earth's historical database along with the Starfleet charter and a record of all human contacts with alien species. If you have any doubts about our intentions, this material should lay them to rest. Send him the Vulcan database as well. I think you'll find that my people have a great deal in common with you, too. You're jamming our frequencies. Break off your transmission now! What about dinner? Should I... I'm not going to warn you again. End your transmission and leave orbit! Mr. Tucker. It's done. Those patrol ships are closing fast. Get us out of here. Yes? I understand you're looking for a way out of here. Who are you? Don't you recognize me, Travis? Malcolm? In the flesh. You look worse than I do. What happened? Long story. How'd you get down here? Transporter. I think I'm finally getting used to it. Are you sure you weren't detected? Thanks to Hoshi. She kept their sensors occupied. Congratulations, Ensign. Your case is about to be dismissed. The isolation block is here. He's in one of these cells. I'll find him. The charges? They're in place. Are you up for this? Nightly inspection. I thought you said it wasn't for another 15 minutes. I better get back. See you in orbit. Good luck. Reed to Enterprise. Go ahead. The guards are ahead of schedule. What's your status? We're 200,000 kilometers away. We're going to need you to speed things up a little. We'll do our best. Here they come. Polarize the hull plating. Stand by weapons. Aft torpedoes. Fire. Two direct hits. They're veering off. Take us down. Did they follow us? They took heavy damage. They're both attempting to land. You're clear to launch, Commander. Acknowledged. Go ahead. - He's approaching the compound. - Two minutes. Tell him we're... Get out there! If this happens again, you'll all be spending time in isolation. Major, do you have a second? I don't mean to cause any trouble, but I was wondering if it might be possible to get some better food. No offense, but the meals here are pretty awful. Eat what you're given. I'll try, but I'm not sure I can hold down another bowl of that... What do you call it? It tastes like sawdust. Is that what they make you eat? Because if it is, I'd think about going on a hunger strike. I don't know how you... Enough! Reed to Tucker. The wall's down. I see it. Stand by. Hurry. Go with the others. Hurry! Hurry! Go! Go! Hurry! Father! I'll be there soon, Narra! Go! Go! It's good to see you, Malcolm. How'd you know it was me? You have no idea what you've done. You haven't freed these people. You've condemned them. - Go, go! This way! - Come on! I see it. My father's back at the common area. He needs help. Please! I'll go. No! Wait. Come on. You had no right to interfere. This isn't about my rights. It's about theirs! They have no rights. They lost them the moment the Cabal began attacking us. Do you know how many people the Cabal have murdered? How many ships they destroyed? Colonies? You just gave them 89 new soldiers! What makes you think they'll join the Cabal? These people have nothing left. They're desperate. They'll never be able to resist what the Cabal has to offer. I haven't been here very long, but I seem to know these people a hell of a lot better than you do. Archer to Enterprise. Go ahead, Captain. We're on our way. Where are those patrol ships? They won't pose a threat. And the Suliban? Their vessels are eaking orbit. Good work. We'll see you in a few minutes. Tell the doctor to meet us in Sick Bay. My skin is really starting to itch. I'll let him know. Captain... think they'll make it? Do I think they'll get out of Tandaran space safely? Yes. Do I think they'll be all right?
Captain's Starlog, supplemental. I'm beginning to wonder if inviting the Kreetassans aboard was such a good idea. It's been a challenging morning to say the least. Tostka jstratta yroorcoor! Did you get that? Tostka... insult. Some kind of an insult. He's insulting us or we insulted them? I'm not sure. Tostka! Ask what we did wrong. Kjass... skjask las? Hwajat ajhakjahs! Well? You eat like you mate? You sure that thing's working? Sasooratt! I think they want to leave. That much is obvious. Whatever we've done to offend you... I apologize. Jhaaratun yiitooratt... loorii. Sasooratt! Well, this is one for the books... Briefest first contact. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Does anybody hear that? What? The static? Frequency distortions mixed in with the static. You've got better ears than we do. It's coming from the com system. Have you run a diagnostic? Twice. Guess today is just not my day. How's the translation coming along? Slowly. Hwajat... their word for eat? What about it? With the emphasis on the first syllable, hwa-jat, it means to mate. I can see how that might cause some confusion over dinner. Context is critical in every language, but Kreetassan has the most subtle variations I've ever seen. The same word can have a dozen different meanings. We rely on you to recognize the difference, Ensign. You think it was my fault? I didn't say that. You implied it. I simply noted that linguistic matters fall within your responsibility. For all we know, it was Mr. Tucker's table manners that offended them. But you think if I picked up the language faster, they might have not stormed off the ship. There's no need to react emotionally. Try to learn from failure. It could help your next first contact be more successful. Thanks. Commander, I'm picking up some kind of interference on the com system... a high-frequency distortion. Is it a problem? Mostly just irritating. I'll track it down first thing in the morning. Thanks. Is he in there? Yes. How's his mood? Now might not be the best time. I'll take my chances. It better be important. Prime rib tonight... with real horseradish. Thanks. I'll have the steward send some up. Thought we'd set a course for this own dwarf system. Looks interesting. I can't wait. In the meantime, why don't we shoot a little nine ball? You can eak. Maybe later. I was going to save this for a rainy day, but... Stanford versus Texas. The finals? Fresh out of the subspace mailbag. You've been threatening to teach me the finer points of the game. Unless you're too busy with your own dwarves. What if they just don't like being touched? Remember how uncomfortable they looked when the Captain tried to shake their hands? They looked that way the entire time. Besides, they didn't really lose their temper until they arrived here in the Mess Hall. Are you staying for the movie tonight? What's playing? Uh, Wages of Fear. Classic French film. No, you'll like it. Things blow up. Hmm. Sounds fun. Hoshi? No, thanks. I'm turning in early. We might need a translator. Those subtitles go by pretty fast. I've had enough language problems for one day. We're going to have to sit in the back. One minute. I hate missing the beginning. It's on the computer. You can watch it whenever you want. It's not the same. I don't want to go back and see the first part after you know how it ends. The power just went out on D-Deck. Cargo Bay 2. The lighting grid's down. It's probably just a blown relay. Leave it for the night shift. If it's just a blown relay, it'll take you ten minutes to fix. Here. The com's out, too. 2½ hours? Two hours and 24 minutes. Seems awfully long for a movie about four men in a truck. You'll be on the edge of your seat. You promised me explosions. Don't worry. This is all wrong. Excuse me. Excuse me. Reed to Bridge. Go ahead, Lieutenant. We're trying to watch a movie down here, but instead, we're being treated to a view of you. So unless you're planning on giving us a little song and dance, maybe you could see what's gone wrong. Come on. Come on... Yes! How deep's the pool? Deep enough so that no one can touch the bottom. I didn't know it was such a rough game. Think of it as one part basketball, one part swimming... and one part wrestling. And I thought it was just a bunch of guys screwing around in a pool. Hmm. Engineering. Michael, is that you? Hello? Nice goal! Did you see the way number 12 set him up? He's called the point man, right? Very good. I told you. Best sport in the world. I'll still take a great off-tackle run out of the backfield, but I can see how you can get hooked on this. Thanks for thinking of it. My pleasure. Now keep watching while Texas trounces your sorry California butts. You haven't watched the end of this, have you? Of course not. Hello? What the hell was that? Number eight on Texas just fouled one of my boys. He's going to be ejected for 20 seconds. Is that fair? It gives you guys an advantage. Well, that's the point. I don't suppose it'd be practical to put a pool on the ship. I wouldn't want to be taking a swim if the gravity plating went off-line. No. Kelly to the Captain. Go ahead. Sir, I'm in Cargo Bay 2, and... there's some kind of life-form in here. Life-form? It's got Rostov, sir. He's still conscious, but he can't... Crewman? Weapons to stun. Captain. Sir? Careful. The light. She's alive. Captain? Leave. Crewman? Leave. Captain! Get out of here! Go! This thing appears to be growing. There's no telling if it'll get out of the Cargo Bay. I recommend we evacuate the entire deck. How did it get on board? The last time we opened the airlock, we were docked with the Kreetassans. You think they left us a little souvenir? Our encounter didn't go well, but I doubt we gave them reason to attack us. We're not even certain that the organism's hostile. You didn't see that thing go after the Captain. It seemed hostile enough to me. The Kreetassans might know something about this thing. I can start scanning for their ship, try to pick up their warp trail. We'll need to communicate with them better than last time. I'll do my best. T'Pol to Dr. Phlox. Report. I'm preparing to examine the specimen. Would you care to observe? Yes. Stand by. You'll note that, even though it's been severed from its body, it survives independently, not unlike the common earthworm or the Neethian cradlefish. Do you think that's wise, Doctor? Possibly not, but I'm going to need a tissue sample if I hope to learn more about its physiology. That'll be quite enough. This is no earthworm. Doctor? Look at the synaptic activity. This organism possesses a very sophisticated nervous system. It could be capable of higher mental functions. If it's intelligent, maybe we can communicate with it. The frequency distortions, they look a lot like the phonetic patterns in certain Andorian dialects. With all due respect, Hoshi, we're not talking about nouns and verbs here. It could take you days to learn a language like that, even if it is one. What other choice do we have? Give me a chance. I'm sorry, Ensign, there isn't enough time. Subcommander... We need to neutralize it, quickly. You said phase-pistols had no effect? None that I could tell. Then I suggest you find a method that does. If I may, the organism is highly photo-sensitive. A sustained burst of EM radiation might be enough to stun the creature. Can you assemble some EM emitters? It'll take a few minutes. Why doesn't it just kill us? Take it easy. I'm sure T'Pol and Malcolm are doing everything they can to get us out of here. Can either of you see Crewman Kelly? Yes, sir. How's she look? She's still eathing. Zabel's still unconscious. Captain? Yeah. I imagine in a situation like this, they'd cancel the movie. I imagine so. I really wanted to see it. Yves Montand driving explosives through the mountains. I'll make sure they reschedule it for next week. Thank you, sir. It's working. Bridge, something's wrong. Shut off the emitters. Doctor? Shut them off! Off. What happened? Their nervous systems appear to be linked to the organism's. They're sharing autonomic functions, neural impulses. If we continue firing, we could end up killing our own people. Mr. Reed. Withdraw your team. Understood. The rate of symbiosis is increasing. If we don't find a way to extract them soon, their systems will be too integrated with the creature. I won't be able to separate them. You wanted a chance to communicate. I suggest you begin. How much time do they have? A few hours at most. They're metabolic rates are dropping... Temperature, respiration. There must be some way to cut them out of there. I'm not sure if you appreciate how alien this creature is. It's not attacking our crewmen, it's trying to integrate them into itself. The end result's the same. At some point in the very near future, there won't be six life-forms in that cargo bay... there'll only be one. If that thing continues to grow, we're going to have to find a way to contain it. Do you have a suggestion? Starfleet's been working on creating a stable EM barrier for the last five years. A force field? Right. They just haven't found a way to control the particle density. All the specs are in the database. I've been trying to jury-rig a prototype of my own. And? I've got it stable enough to absorb a phase-pistol blast 60 percent of the time. I think I can improve on that. I suggest you work quickly. I think I found them. Where? .52 light-years from here. Lay in a course. I already have. I've been sending out hails, but we're still out of com range. Let me know as soon as they respond. Any progress? Believe me, you'd be the first to know. I'm sorry. It's frustrating. I'm not having a lot of luck. The situation requires expertise, not luck. Then maybe I don't have the expertise. If you don't, no one else aboard Enterprise does. I'm doing my best. It was your suggestion that we attempt to communicate with it. If you don't think that's possible, we'll have to find another solution. I've made a little progress. But our translation matrix isn't designed for this. Look at it. It's more like a calculus equation than a language. Mathematics is sometimes considered a form of language. What I'm trying to say is... that I could use help from someone with a background in higher mathematics. Perhaps I can assist you. The Texas goalie can't block to his right, because he keeps his hands too deep. How do you know that? Captain... I know it, too... And I don't understand anything about water polo. It's this life-form. It's linking us together somehow. We got to get out! Calm down. This thing's gotten inside our heads! Trip... do... do you know what I'm thinking about? Now is not the time to be thinking about the regionals. Trip... Senior year... North American regionals against Princeton. We... I mean, you were down by two goals under a minute left. And what was I thinking? What was I thinking? You thought... you could win... every game. You always thought you could win. No matter how far behind you were. And we did. We went on to the finals that year. As soon as you give up, the game's lost. How's our little friend? Fast asleep. It appears to have entered a dormant state. Probably a reaction to the shock of being severed from the larger organism. But it's alive? Very much so. Good. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to run a few tests of my own. What kind of tests? I need to determine how much bioelectric stress it can tolerate. May I ask why? I'm trying to create a force field to isolate the Cargo Bay. But if it's going to work, I have to calculate how much of a jolt it will take to repel the organism without killing it, or any of the people it's taken. If you intend to pummel this appendage with EM radiation until it cries for mercy, I'm afraid I can't permit that. Why not? This is more than just a severed limb. It exhibits all the signs of an intelligent being. Intelligent being or not, its big other is in the Cargo Bay strangling the Captain and four other crewmen. If we don't do something to contain it now, it could pose a threat to everyone on board. There are less invasive ways to gather the information you need. Such as? A microcellular analysis. How long would that take? Less than an hour. In less than an hour, that thing could spread across half a deck. I'm willing to help you, Mr. Reed, but not if it means torturing this organism. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't our mission to try to better understand unique forms of life? Not if they're trying to kill the Captain. We don't know anything about this creature's intentions. I admire your interspecies ethics, but until Hoshi tells me she's found a way to communicate with it, I have to assume its intentions are hostile. Now... if you don't mind. If you want information to help you construct your force field, you'll acquire it under my supervision. I'm sure I don't have to remind you, Doctor, I am the ranking officer here. Not in my Sick Bay. Unless the Captain says otherwise. The Captain is in no condition to offer an opinion. Precisely. Fine. Your rules. But we'd better get to it. What if we used a bilateral algorithm? I already tried. Did you compensate for frequency drift? I wouldn't be much of a Com Officer if I didn't. Allowing your emotions to control you won't help solve this problem, Ensign. Neither will questioning everything I do. You asked for my help. I didn't ask for you to keep count of every time I make a mistake or to second-guess all of my decisions. As First Officer, it's my duty to supervise you. This goes beyond duty, Subcommander. You've been looking over my shoulder ever since you came on board... Double-checking my log entries, my translations... It's my job. Is that all we're talking about? You don't think I belong on Enterprise, do you? On the contrary. It would be a great loss to Starfleet if you were not a part of this crew. If you feel I've been unfair to you, I apologize. But I hold you to a high standard, Ensign, because I know you're capable of achieving it. Shall we continue? Yes. Um... why don't we take another look at the subharmonics? I was thinking we could run them through the decryption matrix... See if we can find a pattern. All I see is numbers, codes. Any code can be oken. You hailed us? You speak English. We studied your database. It wasn't difficult. Okay. We have a problem. Yes? There's an alien organism on our ship. Yes? It came aboard around the same time we saw you. We were hoping you might know something about it. Describe this organism. Well, it's big. But it didn't start out that way. It's like a large mass of tendrils. Tendrils? Like a giant web. But it moves... and grows. We have seen this. Where? On its homeworld. Perhaps it attached itself to our ship. It wasn't our fault. Can you tell us where this planet is? Apologize. Excuse me? We will send you the coordinates, but first you must apologize to us for your offense. That's the thing. We don't know what we did to offend you. On your ship, you... put food in your mouths. You mean eat? Yes. Eat. I don't understand. It is like mating. It is very offensive to us. We were just eating. How do you eat? We eat the same way, but not in the presence of others. I see. Okay. Please believe me. We had no idea that would be offensive to you. It was simply a misunderstanding. On behalf of the entire crew, I sincerely apologize. Your apology is accepted. Thank you. Now, could I have those coordinates? Captain... Yeah. I feel you drifting away over there. You aren't feeling much better than I do. Rostov? He's out. When Zefram Cochrane talked about new life and new civilization... do you think this is what he meant? Here, here it is. I found a third set of repetitions. Try it. Just a few more and the UT can start building the syntax. Phlox to T'Pol. Go ahead. I know you're under a great deal of pressure, but Crewman Kelly's metabolic rate has dropped to a critical level. Whatever you're planning to do, you'd better do it soon. Understood. Ready, sir. The particle density's still fluctuating. I think the problem's in the lower left quadrant. Got it, sir. Try again. Better. T'Pol to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead. We've made some progress on the translation, but we're going to need to get into the cargo bay to test it. Is the force field ready? I'm making the final cali ations now. You'll have to do it quickly. Dr. Phlox says our people don't have much time. Understood. Captain? Emitter B's off by 3.2 microns. The force field's working, but I can't guarantee how long it'll hold. Have you done it? We're about to find out. It just sounds like a constant tone. I'm going to create distortions in the tone. Hopefully, the organism will understand what I'm trying to do. Come on, just a little more. I think I've got enough to try something simple. Ask what it wants. It's talking to us. What's it saying? Ensign? Hold on. It's giving us coordinates. Its homeworld? The Kreetassans already gave them to us. These look more like the latitude and longitude. I think it's trying to give us an exact location on the planet. Tell it we're taking it back. Commander Tucker's heart rate is increasing. Is that good or bad? It's good. Crewman Kelly's bio-signs are stabilizing as well. Lower the force field. Lieutenant. Medical Team, report to Cargo Bay 2. Acknowledged. Here. Look at all of them. Not them... it. This is all one organism. The part that got on board... Why did it take our people? Hard to say. When it got separated from itself, perhaps it needed a physical connection with any life-form it could find.
Excuse me? I asked if you... We heard you. What makes you think we're suffering from a lack of sexual activity? Starfleet forbids officers from fraternizing with subordinates. Unless you've been violating regulations... Those regulations don't apply to you. Have... you been suffering? On Vulcan, we mate only once every seven years. That's a hell of a dry spell. Why are you suddenly so curious about this? It's my understanding that your mating ritual is effective in easing tension. That hasn't always been my experience. And you think that we need our tensions eased? Efficiency's down three percent. Mm-hmm. We've all gone about ten months without a eak. I think it's normal for people to get a little sloppy. Perhaps it's time the crew takes shore leave. Well, I like the sound of that. I took the liberty of locating a suitable planet approximately nine days from our present location. It's called Risa. What's your idea of suitable? It's tropical, with an abundance of pristine beaches. You'll find more information in the Vulcan database. Is it, uh, populated? Yes. By a humanoid culture receptive to easing tension. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. If you're wearing that to impress the women on Risa, you may as well stay on board. Rule number one: You've got to be seen to get noticed. And I plan on getting noticed. Don't say she didn't warn you. Figure out your itinerary yet? I think I'm going to pass. Captain, you need this as much as I do. Nobody needs this as much as you do. The ship will be nice and quiet. I've got some astrometric surveys that have been piling up. It'll be a good chance to get some work done. We're going to a planet with over 200 registered Nuvian masseuses and you're going to sit in your cabin with a bunch of starcharts? Mr. Tucker has a point. You think I need a massage? The safety of this ship depends on its Captain being at his most efficient. I suppose I could read those surveys on a nice beach. Incoming transmission from Starfleet Command. Transfer it to my ready room. Her name's V'Lar. She's the Vulcan Ambassador to a planet called Mazar. If you don't mind my asking, Admiral, why is this our problem? Apparently, it's imperative that she be taken off that planet as soon as possible. The nearest Vulcan ship is at least a week away. Do they expect us to take her all the way back to Vulcan? You'll rendezvous with the Vulcan Ship Sh'Raan in three days. They'll take her the rest of the way. Any idea what the emergency is? Well, this may come as a shock to you, Jon, but the Vulcans aren't talking. Imagine that. Thank you for volunteering your quarters. I'm happy to do it. I'm looking forward to meeting her. I imagine she'll spend most of the journey alone, engaged in meditation, but if it seems appropriate, I'll ask if she'll meet with you. Thanks. Well, if there's anything else I can do... If you wouldn't mind, taking that. Ambassador V'Lar is accustomed to a Spartan environment. Hoshi, thanks for giving up your cabin. Just hope it's Spartan enough, sir. Everything set? I believe so. I've prepared this to familiarize the crew with the necessary protocols. We should assign a steward to attend to her needs. Don't address the Ambassador unless spoken to first. Don't offer to shake hands. Refrain from laughing in her presence. Those guidelines are largely precautionary. I doubt the crew will have much opportunity to interact with her. You seem to be pulling out all the stops. I'm simply following the protocols used in dealing with an ambassador of V'Lar's distinction. Well, she'll be here soon enough. Let me know if you need any help. Thank you, Captain. Entering orbit, sir. We're being hailed. It's the Mazarite High Council. Someone's in a hurry. Captain Archer? I'm Jonathan Archer. Are you prepared to receive Ambassador V'Lar? That's why we're here. If you'll transmit your landing coordinates to us, we'll send down a shuttlepod. I'm looking forward to the visit. I regret there won't be time for that. The Ambassador is already on her way to your ship. A small craft's approaching, sir. I assume the Vulcans have informed you of the urgency of this matter. They said it was important that we pick up the Ambassador as quickly as possible. They didn't say why. V'Lar has been expelled for abuse of her position and criminal misconduct. Captain Archer? Ambassador. On behalf of my crew, I'd like to welcome you aboard Enterprise. Thank you. May I take that? That's very thoughtful, Captain. This is Commander Charles Tucker, my Chief Engineer. Pleased to meet you. The pleasure is mine, Commander. And this is my Science Officer, Subcommander T'Pol. T'nar pahk sarat y'rani. T'nar jaral. But please, I've been anticipating the opportunity to practice my English. I hope you like your quarters, Ambassador. T'Pol tried very hard to anticipate your needs. Fortunately, my needs are few, Captain. I am curious, though. Who previously occupied the cabin? The odor. The human scent is difficult to mask. Actually, I was hoping to meet the crew member, in order to thank her for allowing me to disrupt her routine. I prefer not to inconvenience anyone if possible. That philosophy has served me well in the diplomatic service. T'Pol tells me you negotiated the first territorial accords between Vulcan and Andoria. The Andorians required a somewhat firmer hand at the negotiating table. But I was younger then. That was before we even made contact with Earth. That was over 90 years ago. How long have you been a diplomat? Commander Tucker, I understood that on your world, it is considered bad manners to ask a lady her age. Well, I wasn't... um... I, uh... didn't mean to imply that you were... Forgive me, Commander. My attempt at humor. Oh. Suffice it to say, that with T'Pol and myself here, you're almost certainly dining with the two oldest people on this ship. I hope, Ambassador, that you regard the charges against you with less levity. Of course I do. How do you intend to defend yourself? There is no defense. Are you saying you're guilty? T'Pol. It's all right, Captain. A person in my position carries the trust of all Vulcans. The fact that the Mazarites believe that trust has been compromised justifies T'Pol's concern. I'm afraid my age is betraying me, Captain. Would you mind if I retired? Of course not. I've never been to Earth, but I find the humans I have encountered quite unpredictable. I'd be interested in hearing about your experiences there. Another time perhaps. I understand. This is your cabin. I'll say good night. T'Pol... I sense your anger. You presume that my time with humans has left me susceptible to their emotions. They're our emotions as well. We simply hide them better. If you're sensing anything from me, it isn't anger. No. Disappointment. Good night, Ambassador. T'Pol. Captain. Is there a problem I should be aware of? I assume you're talking about Ambassador V'Lar. You were a bit a upt with her. If you believe I was rude, I'll convey my apologies. I don't pretend to understand Vulcans, I never have. But I wouldn't be a very good Captain if I didn't know when something was bothering my Science Officer. It's uncommon for a Vulcan to commit a crime. Uncommon, but not unheard of. Unheard of for a person in Ambassador V'Lar's position. We don't know what she's done. It doesn't matter. If she were innocent, she would have insisted on staying to defend herself. You seem to know a lot about her. I've met the Ambassador before, though she clearly doesn't recall. It was many years ago on Vulcan during my early schooling. She had just negotiated the Treaty of Ka'Tann and I traveled a great distance to see her. Was it worth the trip? The Ambassador inspired me to choose a direction in my own life. A path that led me to the Science Council, and eventually here. I've had a few heroes in my life. It's never easy when one of them lets you down. Vulcans don't have heroes. No, I'm sure they don't. Captain, can you come to the Bridge? On my way. An unidentified vessel, sir, 50,000 kilometers and closing. They're hailing us. Let's find out who they are. What can we do for you? My apologies, Captain. There's been a change of plans regarding Ambassador V'Lar. We... weren't told. We've been having some problems with our long-range communications. What's the change of plans? The magistrate feels that we let the Ambassador go too quickly. She's needed for additional questioning. We don't want to cause you any more inconvenience. If you'll drop out of warp, we can dock with you and take the Ambassador aboard our ship. Your Magistrate seemed in a big hurry to get rid of her. Now he wants her back? I'm just a Transport Captain. I never try to make sense of what government bureaucrats are thinking. I'll have to contact my superiors. There's really no need. I'm just a Starship Captain. You don't think they'd trust me to make these kinds of decisions on my own? We'll wait for you to confirm whatever you have to. Get me Starfleet Command. I can't get through. That ship's jamming all our com frequencies. Just a Transport Captain. They're charging weapons. Polarize the hull plating. What the hell is he doing? Hail him. He's not answering. Port hull plating's off-line. They're closing... fast. Aft torpedoes. Return fire. No effect. They're using some kind of energy shielding. Direct hit to Engineering, Subsection 12. We've taken damage. Would the phase cannons be more effective? Undoubtedly. But we can't fire them at warp. What do you mean we can't fire them at warp? Particle discharge, sir. It would destabilize our warp field and most likely blow out both nacelles. I've been working on the problem, but I haven't quite... Drop to impulse. Deploy the aft cannon. I've got a lock. Fire. Their shields are failing. See what you can do about their engines. They're dead in the water, sir. Not dead enough. Resume course, warp 4. Aye, sir. Any idea what that was all about? Well, I think we know someone who might. We were asked to pick you up and deliver you to a Vulcan ship. No one said anything about getting shot at. You have no idea who they were? Obviously they weren't sent by the Council on Mazar. Then who sent them? I have no answers for you. Ambassador... we're here at the request of the Vulcan High Command. It would be illogical for you to withhold information from us. There are diplomatic matters at stake here, which do not concern you. To tell you any more would only put your ship and your crew at greater risk. How much greater could it get? A few more volleys from that ship would have ruptured our hull. I'm sorry, Captain. So am I. You're leaving me no choice, Ambassador. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead. Change of plans, Travis. Lay in a course back to Mazar. Sir? You heard me. Aye, sir. You're under strict orders to transport me to the Sh'Raan. It's more than two days to the rendezvous point and there could be other hostile ships tracking us. Unless you can convince me why it's worth risking all our lives... The Vulcans are raising holy hell about this, Jon. You could always order me to take her to the rendezvous point. You're out there, I'm not. It's your call. I just want you to know there'll be repercussions. They certainly considered the repercussions. They knew someone was after her. Why risk one of your own ships when you can risk one of ours? Jon... They're doing it to us again, Admiral. Keeping us in the dark. Have you talked to the Ambassador? I've tried. Maybe she ought this on herself. You did say that she admitted the charges against her were true. I don't even know what the charges against her are. Well, I'll talk to Soval, see what I can find out. You really enjoy this, don't you? Replacing power couplings? Hardly. No, I mean having people shoot at us. If you must know, I much prefer the shooting back part. I thought this mission was about peaceful exploration. I need something to do on this ship, Commander. Fair enough. I'm just hoping we don't keep you quite so busy. I read those Nuvian masseuses have 12 fingers. On each hand. Then I'd say Starfleet needs to make its presence known on Risa. Mm-hmm. I hope I'm not interrupting. Not at all. We were just talking about my quarters. I was wondering why they were so sparsely decorated. If you need anything, it can be ought to you. I don't want to be waited on. And since I doubt I'll be traveling to Earth any time soon, I decided to spend a little time with my hosts. Thank you for the use of your quarters. You'll have them back soon enough. Pash tah. Pash tah. Subcommander. Have you tried iced tea? I don't care for it. Captain Archer certainly does. It's flavored with passion fruit. An appropriate ingredient for him, don't you think? It was the Captain that I wanted to speak to you about. He's a most intriguing man. He deserves to be told the truth. Will you join me? Please. We'll be back at Mazar in a few hours. I'd prefer not to waste that time alone. This must be awkward for you. Having a foot in two worlds... loyal to your Captain, yet still a Vulcan. You can make things easier for him. The High Command has requested his assistance. It doesn't seem unreasonable to ask why. You believe Captain Archer can be trusted. Yes. Even though he clearly doesn't trust us? He's... resentful. Why? He believes we held back their development of warp technology. We've kept many things from them, all for good reason. But situations like this only reinforce their resentment. If we expect to continue our relations with humanity, we have to earn their trust. I would not have succeeded at my career for 94 years without earning people's trust. I meant no insult. Of course not. You were simply speaking your mind... as you always have. It was at Vulcana Regar, wasn't it? During the second Ka'Tann conference. You approached me during a recess. You remember. You were not easy to forget. Your questions about my negotiating tactics were quite presumptuous coming from one so young. I apologize if I acted inappropriately. Not at all. In fact, your bluntness made me reconsider some of my positions. Much as it has now. T'Pol, I have something to tell you. Come in. Something wrong? I took the liberty of speaking with Ambassador V'Lar. Go on. Any luck? The Ambassador and I spent the last two hours talking. She's even more remarkable than her reputation suggests. I don't doubt that. But it doesn't affect my decision. I believe it should. She's not guilty of the crime she's been accused of. She told you that? The charges were fa icated to get her off Mazar and divert attention from her actual mission. Which is? She can't reveal that. But she's convinced me that it's critical we help her accomplish it. I'm sorry, T'Pol, but... I'm going to need more than that. She also told me that if we return her to Mazar, she'll be killed. By who? She wouldn't tell me. But you believed her? Yes. Why? I can't accept that she'd sacrifice a lifetime of accomplishments with an act of criminal misconduct. It happens all the time. Not to her. We must take her to the Sh'Raan. You're asking me to put the lives of everyone on board in jeopardy based on your talking to this woman for a couple of hours? Captain... since I've served aboard Enterprise, I've never asked you for anything. I'm asking for this now. Don't return the Ambassador to Mazar. Please. Thank you. Our Mazarite friend, sir, and he ought company. Why didn't we see them coming? Our aft sensors are still out of alignment. They're targeting our engines. We could drop to impulse, use the phase cannons. And go three against one? You're familiar with the Mazarites. What's their top speed? Comparable to Starfleet. I don't believe they've exceeded warp 5. Then let's give them a run for their money. Travis, increase speed to warp 4.8. Aye, sir. Warp 4.8. They're matching our speed and accelerating... warp 4.9. They're closing to 20,000 kilometers. Fifteen. Travis. Warp 4.9. They're holding at 4.9, sir. How far to the rendezvous point? At this speed, a little over two hours, but I don't think we can hold it that long. Can we get a message through to the Vulcans? The Mazarites are still jamming us. Keep trying. That Vulcan ship better not be late. Captain. What's our situation? We're being chased by three Mazarite ships. Will we reach the Sh'Raan before they can do any more damage? I'm not sure. In that case, I need to speak with you. I have to consider the possibility that this mission will fail. You still haven't told me what this mission is. I've been under orders to tell you only what you need to know. But that wasn't the only reason I kept things from you. I didn't trust you. As your Mr. Tucker pointed out, I have been around a long time. I remember when news of your people first reached Vulcan. I was fascinated by humanity, but worried as well. You hadn't even met us. You had just emerged from a global war. The idea that you deemed yourselves ready to join the interstellar community seemed... premature. And a century of good behavior hasn't changed your mind? The Mazarites pursuing us are criminals. They are members of an organization that's infiltrated all levels of government, making themselves wealthy and powerful at the expense of many innocent victims. Their methods include eliminating anyone who stands in their way. And that would include you. Many Mazarites want their government purged of this corruption. They asked the Vulcan Consulate to help them expose these criminals. And that job fell to you? I have been gathering evidence against them. In three months, I will be called to testify. It was decided that until then, I would be safer on Vulcan. Why couldn't you tell us? The investigation was considered too sensitive. And the story of you being recalled in disgrace? It was hoped that, if my reputation were sullied, they would not consider me a credible witness and they might not come after me. Obviously, it didn't work. The corruption ran deeper than I thought. I appreciate... you telling me the truth. I can no longer put you and your crew in danger, Captain. Please drop out of warp. I plan to surrender myself to them. It hasn't gotten to that yet. It's the most logical course of action. If you've learned anything about humans, you'd know... we don't always take the most logical course of action. Captain, report to the Bridge. They're hailing us. What's our status? Holding at warp 4.9, but Commander Tucker doesn't believe we can sustain it for more than another ten minutes. I don't believe they can either, sir. They're releasing drive plasma to keep their warp coils from overloading. Open a channel. Captain. Ambassador. What do you want? Just giving you a friendly warning. Are you aware that your engines are overheating? So are yours. We have no quarrel with you. Give us the Vulcan, and you'll be free to go. I have a better idea. Why don't you slow down before your engines explode? Why would you risk the lives of your crew for this criminal? I've been ordered to deliver her safely to the Vulcans, and that's exactly what I plan to do. They're increasing speed. Warp 4.95. They're re-entering weapons range, sir. Archer to Engineering. Please tell me you're ready to slow down. Sorry, Trip, but we need a little more speed. I don't know how much more I can give you. It's called a warp 5 engine. On paper. We don't have any choice, Trip. Aye, sir. Ambassador. Warp 5. 4.93. .95. Don't take your eyes off that antimatter stream. Yes, sir. 4.97. They're matching our speed. 4.99. Warp 5. They're still gaining on us. How far to the Vulcan ship? Their jamming signal is disrupting our sensors as well. Then use their last-known position and do the math. Take a guess. If we could maintain our present speed, approximately 53 minutes. The Mazarites will be in firing range long before then. What if we could get a message through... Tell them to get here as fast as they can? The Sh'Raan is capable of warp 7. If we could maintain warp 5, we'd reach them in 12 minutes. Hoshi, any way you can get a message through the interference? I don't see how, sir. There's a diplomatic frequency we sometimes use. It's in a lower subspace band. I doubt the Mazarites are aware of it. It's been a few years since I did this. If we do get a message through to the Vulcans, we don't want the Mazarites to see them coming. We could try deflecting their jamming signal, sir. Use it to blind their sensors as well. See what you can do. Aye, sir. Hoshi? We may have gotten a message through to them, sir, but I'm not sure. Wouldn't they respond? Tucker to the Bridge! Go ahead. The port injectors just blew! We've got to slow down, Captain! Hoshi? The com just went down, sir. They're right on top of us. How long? Eight minutes. That's a direct hit to our starboard nacelle. We're dropping to impulse. They're hailing us. How long now? If they received our message, another ten minutes. But it was down to eight. That was before we dropped out of warp. We can't hold off those ships for that long. You've done your best, Captain, and I thank you for it. But it's time for me to turn myself over to them. We just need to buy ten more minutes. Captain... I want you to go to Sick Bay. Sick Bay? I'll explain later. If there was ever a time to start trusting us, this would be it. Put him through. Give us the Vulcan. You know... I honestly didn't think you'd be able to catch us. Just out of curiosity, how fast do your ships go? Put her on a shuttle and ing her to our lead vessel. That could be a problem. Our Shuttle Bay was damaged, thanks to you. I doubt we could launch a shuttlepod until it's repaired. What... What would you have topped out at? Warp 5.5? Warp 6? I can't imagine you could do much more than that. It seemed like your engines were starting to run pretty hot. Prepare to be boarded. Malcolm... I'm counting on you. T'Pol. Okay. Where is she? Your last attack blew out systems across half the ship. Power's down in Engineering. A plasma conduit exploded on E-Deck. I didn't ask for a damage report. Where is she?! I was getting to that. Her quarters are on E-Deck. She was no more than ten meters away when the conduit blew. Her injuries are extensive... Plasma burns, neurological trauma. I want to see her. This is Dr. Phlox. The Vulcan? She's undergoing dermal regeneration. Open it. I will not. I don't know what business you have with this woman, but when she was ought in here, she became my patient. If I remove her from the Imaging Chamber prematurely, she'll die. Open it. Yes? Our sensors just went down, Captain. What's causing it? Enterprise is redirecting our jamming signal. No! Report. Answer me. What's going on? I imagine they have their hands full right about now. I believe that's the Sh'Raan. She's a Vulcan combat cruiser. One of their most powerful, if I'm not mistaken. Sir, the Captain of the Sh'Raan wants to speak to you. Put it up. Captain Archer, are you in any danger? You could say that. Tell the Mazarites to turn their weapons over immediately or we'll destroy their ships. We'll be standing by, Captain. Thank you. We did what we came to do. That's all that matters. I am sorry to disappoint you. I look forward to adding this incident to my testimony at your trial. Captain's Starlog, Fe uary 9, 2152. The Vulcans have allowed the Mazarites to leave. Ambassador V'Lar says there's a good reason for doing so, though she's certainly not sharing it with me. Someday, I'd like to walk into a room without it seeming like a state visit. Occupational hazard? I'll be along in a moment. Thank you, Captain. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you and your crew. We're glad we could help. I sense a great bond between you. A bond of trust and respect. But also... a bond of friendship. I think it bodes well for the future relations of our two peoples. Good-bye, Ambassador. Live long and prosper.
Captain's Personal Log, Fe uary 12, 2152. After a ief detour, we're back on course for Risa. Everyone's looking forward to some much needed shore leave. I've got my eye on a place called Suraya Bay... Villas built right into the cliffs. A perfect spot to enjoy a few good books. Might even do a little diving when I... Computer, pause. Archer. We're picking up a distress call, Captain. It's coming from a vessel approximately two light-years to port. Any idea who it is? No, sir. Should we alter course? Go ahead. I'll be right there. Looks like your walk on the beach will have to wait. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Plasma residue? Your warp injectors were full of it. I must be more diligent about routine maintenance. Unless you enjoy being adrift in the middle of nowhere. I'm sorry to inconvenience you with something this trivial. Be sure to thank Mr. Tucker for his time. He wanted me to thank you. It isn't every day he gets to tinker with alien engines. We also found a microfracture on your starboard hull. They're sealing it now. Your crew is very thorough. We were glad to help. Do you answer every distress call you pick up? If we can. The galaxy could use more people like you. Tomorrow! You'll join me in my home. Bring Commander Tucker. I'll prepare a meal in your honor. It's the least I can do to show my gratitude. That's very generous, but I promised my crew a trip to Risa. That can wait one more day, can't it? If I put them off much longer, I'm going to have a mutiny on my hands. There's going to be a Geskana match. I doubt you've ever seen anything like it. Geskana? Yes, you might want to participate assuming you enjoy competition. I should warn you, Captain, I am easily offended. Send me the coordinates. I'll eak the news to my crew. Dress for warm weather. If it's all the same to you, Captain, I'll sit this one out. It's not like you to pass up an away mission. I'm up to my ears in work. The impulse manifolds need to be purged, the gravity plating on C-Deck still isn't aligned... Trip... The desert, sir? The heat, the dry air... You know how it sucks the life out of me. What about the two weeks we spent in Australia? We had a great time. Survival training in the outback? Drinking recycled sweat and eating snake meat? That's your idea of a great time? It's not going to be like that. I get the feeling, Zo al's a man who likes to indulge his guests. He's promised to roll out the red carpet for us. It'll be more fun than purging impulse manifolds. Well, suit yourself. I'll see if Malcolm's interested. But I was hoping you'd enjoy spending some time with your Captain. Promise we won't have to eat any snake meat? It's hotter than hell out there... 41 degrees. It's a dry heat. Welcome. Good to be here. You remember Commander Tucker. Yes, of course, of course. This is the man who repaired my ship. A illiant engineer. It was just a couple of clogged injectors. Oh, you are far too modest. Well, I hope you're hungry. I've prepared quite a feast. Are there many deserts on your world? Quite a few. But none as big as this one. From orbit, you'd think the entire planet's nothing but sand. Ah, well, we have a handful of lakes and small seas. What about Earth? Two-thirds water. Extraordinary. More wine? Please. What's that called again? Yalasat. It's made from a cactus that grows in the northern foothills. How is your roast teracaq? It's very good. When Trip and I did our survival training... in the desert, we never ate this well. We must have lost about three kilos during that last week. The heat always takes away my appetite. Doesn't seem to be bothering you now. I guess I'm getting acclimated. It must be difficult adjusting to new cultures. It's challenging at times, but... that's why we're out here. Did you ever think of turning back? Only once. We were attacked by a hostile species with a lot more firepower than Enterprise. I set a course back to Earth to upgrade our weapons... but we ended up having to do the repairs ourselves. They haven't bothered us since. Sounds like you've had an eventful journey. It's had its share of surprises. Well, perhaps your visit here will be one of them. Oh, you're going to enjoy this. Looks delicious. What is it? Blood soup. I don't usually eat this well, but I promised your Captain an exceptional meal. What are these, uh... little chunks? The essence of the male... chopped... and seasoned. Beautiful tapestries. Thank you. Which one do you prefer? Uh... well... That one's interesting. It's yours. No, no, no. I couldn't. Please. Consider it a gift. You're far too generous. Besides, I wouldn't have any place to hang it. Something... smaller then. Ah. I know you will appreciate this. A Suliban made it. A Suliban I met several years ago. Interesting people, don't you agree? Thank you. Ah, the Geskana match is about to begin. I'm hoping you will honor us by participating. Now? I just ate a half a teracaq. You will be glad you did. Geskana requires a great deal of strength. Think you're ready? I'll give it a shot, Captain. I can't promise we'll win any trophies. This is an ideal game for men like you. Thanks. We're being hailed. The Captain? No. It's coming from a city on the far side of the desert. Put it through. This is Enterprise. Several hours ago, you launched a small vessel to an encampment in the Cygniai Expanse. Would you tell me why? Our Captain and Chief Engineer were invited. By whom? A man named Zo al. And you are? Chancellor Trellit. Why are you in contact with this man? His ship was damaged and we assisted him. In return, he offered his hospitality. Hospitality? I hope you're aware that most likely you'll never see your Captain or Engineer again. You all right? Never better. So close. Two centimeters to the right and you would've had it. Next time, I'll set you up with a no-look pass. All right. Archer. I need to speak to you, Captain. Well, can't it wait? We're a little busy at the moment. It's urgent. Are you alone? Hold on a minute. It's my Science Officer. She says it's important. Do you mind? Take your time. What's the problem? I've been contacted by a government official in a city about 200 kilometers from where you are now. He claims that you're in danger. What kind of danger? According to him, Zo al and his men are terrorists. They've been responsible for numerous attacks on civilian targets within the city. Maybe I'm wrong, but they don't seem like terrorists to me. Perhaps not. But until we're certain who they are, I suggest you return to the ship. We're on our way. I hope everything is all right. The problem with being a Starship Captain is you're never really off duty. I'm afraid we have to cut our visit short. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What's going on? Problem with the starboard engine. T'Pol says she needs us up there right away. Can't we at least finish this quarter? Remember those impulse manifolds you said needed purging? You were right. Well, thanks for one hell of a game. You must have other people that can correct this problem. I wish we did. As I said, Captain I am easily offended. We'll come back if there's time, I promise. You should not believe the Torothans! I have just been informed that we picked up a lengthy transmission between your vessel and Chancellor Trellit. Whatever he told your Science Officer, it is not true. I wanted this to wait till later, but I beg you, let me explain the real reason why I asked you here. You have a reputation for being fair, a man of great integrity. When you hear what I have to say, I am certain you will want to help us. It is called a yrott. The word means to stand apart. When we lived in the cities, we were forced to wear these whenever we walked in public. I take it those days are over. When the caste system was finally abolished, we were led to believe that everyone would be treated equally. I remember the cele ations... Yrotts being burned in the streets, people saying that we had finally been granted our rights. The Torothan Clan signed the accord, but they never abided by it. They still control the government, the lands, the resources, everything. We spent ten years staging protests, appealing to the courts, until finally we realized there was only one way to get their attention. We have hundreds of camps just like this one, all across the desert. And we are going to keep attacking the Torothans until our voices are heard. They call us terrorists, but the truth is, they have been terrorizing us for centuries. You said you ought me down here for a reason. I have a feeling it wasn't to hear a history lesson. The Torothans have ten times as many soldiers as we do. We won't last much longer without your help. I really don't see what I can do for you. They said you would be humble. I scanned your vessel. You have an arsenal of powerful weapons. But more importantly, I need your wisdom. Our current strategy isn't working. But I am confident that together, we can find one that does. I would be honored to fight alongside you, as would all of my men. What the hell was that? Torothan cruisers. Usually they begin their bombardment after dark. They're getting started early today. I don't know what you've heard about me, but I think you've been misled. What about the Suliban? What about them? You liberated a detention camp, freed thousands of prisoners. Who told you that? A Suliban Transport Captain. He told me of an explorer who was also a great warrior, a man who helped them defeat an entire army... Captain Jonathan Archer. Two cruisers, sir. They've hit one of our pulse cannons. Prepare my ship. This won't last more than a few hours. We'll continue this discussion later. You'll be safe here. If it's all the same to you, we'd rather get back to Enterprise. Your shuttle's thrusters would draw their attention. You'd become an easy target. Please. I wouldn't be a very good host if I allowed you to get killed. There's a number of ships strafing the encampment. Hail the Captain. Archer... Captain, are you all right? We've taken shelter... should be... That's the best I can give you. The entire region is flooded with jamming signals. Well, we can't just leave them down there. What about the transporter? I can't localize their bio-signs. I'll take a shuttlepod and find them myself. In the middle of an assault? See if you can find Chancellor Trellit. Archer to Enterprise. Thanks. Enterprise... respond. Rough game. That damn midfielder knocked me down three times during the last quarter. I must've uised half a dozen ribs. Better have Dr. Phlox take a look at it when we get back. So does the great warrior have any ideas about how we're getting out of here? You're not thinking about helping these people. I was thinking about those Suliban prisoners. If we hadn't helped them escape, we wouldn't be in this situation. T'Pol's ears must be burning. Want your Chief Engineer's advice? What is it? Walk away. They lured us down here under false pretenses. And now they're asking us to help them fight a war? That's a lot different than eaking a few innocent people out of prison. There's just one problem. Zo al. I get the feeling he's not going to take no for an answer. Come on. I don't know about you, but I'd rather take my chances out in that desert. I thought you hated the desert. Not tonight. You neglected to mention that you'd be attacking the encampment. And you assured me your people would be leaving the surface. Why didn't they? Captain Archer wanted to speak with Zo al. Interesting. Where are they now? I don't know. If you'd be willing to end your assault, we could launch a search party. You expect us to stand by while you send more people to join Zo al? If you believe we're assisting the terrorists, you're mistaken. Of course, I forgot. They just went down for the hospitality. Let us find them and we'll leave immediately. That's what you promised before. We'll locate your men ourselves and deal with them accordingly. That's assuming they haven't already been killed. Chancellor... If you attempt to launch another shuttlecraft, we'll have no choice, but to consider it as an enemy vessel. I've lost sensor contact with the surface. Some kind of orbital dispersion field. I can't get any readings below a hundred kilometers. Two men out in the open. You'd think they would have spotted us by now. We're down here! You're going to have to yell a little louder than that. You sure we're going in the right direction? It was east of the camp. We're heading east. How far? About 30 kilometers. Thirty? What if we find more of Zo al's men inside? It looked abandoned. All I saw was sand. I don't remember any buildings. That's because you forgot your survival training. Take a good look on your way in at your surroundings. Didn't they also say something about only walking at night? Yeah... Oh. Can't we wait until it cools down a little? That could be for another eight or nine hours. We need to find shelter. 20 minutes, Captain. Trip. Ten? To cherry-flavored snow cones. What I wouldn't give for one right about now. You hear that? What? Sounds like a ship. I think the heat's getting to you. No. Listen. Over there. A shuttlepod? No. Something a lot bigger. You all right? Yeah. Their dispersion field covers half the continent. But if I disable these three satellites, I think I can get a clear reading of the eastern desert. That might provoke the Torothans. I suggest you try to find a less intrusive way to penetrate their defenses. Why Montana? Of all the places the Vulcans could have landed, they chose Bozeman, Montana. Humanity's first warp drive was developed there. It seemed a logical place to begin. Well, how did they know it wouldn't alarm other nations? An alien species makes contact with the United States. It could have made a lot of other countries nervous. What's your point? It seems to me that we're going to run into similar problems. We get invited to dinner, and before you know it, we're accused of taking sides in a war. Contacting new worlds always involves unexpected risks. The High Command has very specific protocols regarding planetary conflicts. Eventually, Captain Archer will have to create some directives of his own. Come on. Come on. We got to keep moving. Come on. My shift doesn't begin for another six hours. Hey, we're almost there. Where? Where are we going? Nice little place I know. Plenty of shade. Are there blankets down there? I'm freezing. Heat exhaustion. Here. Come here. Here. There you go. Easy, easy. Here, take mine. Go ahead. No, sir. I won't take another man's water. You drink it. That's an order. Got to keep moving. Take the water or I'll knock you on your ass and pour it down your throat. Easy. Thanks. There's a vessel approaching from the surface. It's Zo al. He's hailing us. Open your launch doors, quickly. Is the Captain with you? Commander Tucker? No, no. I'll explain once I'm aboard. Where are they? If I'm not in your Docking Bay in the next 30 seconds, I'll be detected. They'll destroy my ship! Bring him in. How many? There were 89. There were only 89 Suliban, not thousands. Mm. And the army you defeated? I would hardly call it an army. It was more like a few dozen prison guards, and to be honest, they didn't put up much of a fight. Jonathan Archer is an excellent Starship Captain, but he's hardly the invincible warrior described to you. What about his legendary desert tactics? Actually, I'm the Tactical Officer on this ship, and I don't have any experience at waging desert warfare. I'm afraid you've come to the wrong people for help. All this for nothing. What about our people? You have far better sensors than we do. I'm sure you'll find them. Our sensors are being disrupted and the Torothans have threatened to fire on us if we launch a shuttlepod. How did you get here without them seeing you? There is a narrow gap in their orbital detection grid. It occurs once every 46 minutes, but it is only open for less than one minute. I'll need all the pertinent data. You'll need more than that. The maneuvers are extremely difficult. It took us years to learn them. I'm a quick study. You will be shot down before you reach the atmosphere. With you at the helm, our chances would improve. I don't have time! My men are waiting for me! Then they'll have to wait a little longer. You're the one who got our people stranded down there. They are not my responsibility! You're mistaken. The Torothans believe we've joined your cause. If Captain Archer and Commander Tucker are apprehended, they'll undoubtedly be treated as members of your clan. They'll become victims of the same oppression you've been fighting all these years. You should feel as responsible for those two men as you do for your own. Easy. Home, sweet home. I hope you're not planning to hog that all for yourself. Water's off the menu. Now, this... is my idea of a great time. What'd you do... rub two sticks together? I found a new use for the stun setting. It may not taste too good, but I think I boiled away anything that can hurt us. No, thanks. I'm not thirsty. Let's not get into that argument again. Worse than blood soup. You need water. Oh... what I need... is sleep. You got a fever, Trip. Your heart's racing. You got all the symptoms of heatstroke. If you fall asleep, you could lapse into a coma. A coma? That sounds nice. When we get back to Enterprise, you can sleep all you want. But right now, you got to stay with me and drink this water. If I had a needle, I'd give it to you intravenously, but I don't. Come on, sit up. There you go. Good. Yeah... Commander... Aye, Captain. The warp reactor... eak it down for me. What? What are the eight major components? You got to be kidding me. Name them. That's an order. Well... there's the drumsticks... thighs... wings... You got anything to eat around here? Not at the moment. But when we get back to Enterprise, I'll have Chef make you a dinner you'll never forget. What would you like? Anything. Not snake meat. No, Chef doesn't do snake very well. Tell me what you want. Prime rib. Okay, what else? Mashed potatoes... with mushroom gravy... the kind he makes on Wednesday nights. No problem. What kind of vegetables? Hey, vegetables? Broccoli. Dessert? Pecan pie. Take another pass over the Eastern Basin. Our sensors would have detected them. No, there's magnetic deposits below that basin. They could be masking their bio-signs. If we increased our altitude, this would go a lot faster. We would also risk being detected. Geography. Do you know how to play? Geography? You know, you say Amazon River, which ends in an R, and then I say Rhode Island. W... We're going to Rhode Island? No. No, it-it's a game. You're supposed to tell me some place that starts with a D. Oh... D. Uh... Draylax. X? X... There's always... No, no... no, don't tell me yet. I know an X. Xanadu. That's not a real place. It doesn't matter. Of course it matters. You just used an alien planet... Draylax. Easy, easy... easy... Easy, easy. All right, whatever you say. Xanadu's fine. Get your head down! What? Get down! We got to get out of here. Come on. I'm picking up weapons fire on the surface. 19 kilometers due south. A Torothan mortar. Would they be targeting one of your settlements? We don't have any near there. Set a course and prepare to fire. I believe they've located the Captain and Commander Tucker. Come on... come on. I've got a lock. Fire. I see them. Two humans, bearing 115 mark 3. I'm just slowing you down. Go! I don't remember taking orders from you. My launch window opens in nine minutes. I should be going. I hope Commander Tucker is going to be all right. I doubt I'll ever convince him to set foot on another desert, but... he'll be fine. Zo al, even if I were the warrior you thought I was, that's not why we're out here. Captain. Subcommander. What you told him was correct. Decisions to get involved in the conflicts of other worlds should be left to governments, not Starship Captains. I know. The irony is, I have the feeling his cause is worth fighting for.
Captain's Personal Log, Fe uary 18, 2152. It took a while, but we've finally made it to Risa. With any luck, this'll be my last log entry for the next two days. If anything happens, you know where to reach me. I don't anticipate any problems. Well, it's the problems you don't anticipate. The crew is trained to handle emergencies. But I'll alert you immediately if there are any problems. This doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be going down to some pleasure planet while half the crew has to stay on board. Everyone drew lots. You had the same chance as the others. All the same, the crew should come first. Captain, you need a vacation. I'm glad you decided to take some time off, sir. Wouldn't miss it. Do you want to take the helm, Captain? I'm on vacation. Thanks. Enjoy yourselves. I'll ing you a souvenir. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Everyone have big plans? Travis? Rock-climbing, sir. There's a place called Galartha. The cliff face changes pitch while you climb it. That sounds kind of dangerous. Well, if it's easy, what's the point? Just watch yourself. Malcolm. Well, supposedly Risa's very cosmopolitan. There are species visiting from all over. Malcolm and I plan to, uh... oaden our cultural horizons. Is that all you two think about? Well, how we choose to relax is our own business. You watch yourselves, too. I plan on doing something constructive with my time. I have been relying on the Universal Translator far too much. Before I left Earth, I learned 38 languages, and now all I do is push a button and the computer does all the work. Isn't that what it's for? Not this time. I left my translator on Enterprise. You only have two days, Hoshi. If you want to waste your time talking to people... What about you, Captain? I've never been much for vacations, but I've got a little villa overlooking the ocean, and, uh, Porthos and I are going to relax. How long will this last? I usually require six days per year, but two should leave me sufficiently refreshed. I've adjusted the dosage to wake you up in exactly 48 hours. And if someone should require medical attention during your hibernation? Crewman Cutler is a capable medic. I know where the bandages are. You can always wake me if you need to, but, please... only if it's an emergency, hmm? Oh. Well... to bed. Pleasant dreams, Doctor. What do you think, Porthos? Not bad. Come here, let's go. What are you barking at? What about that one? Now I know you've been cooped up on a starship for too long. No, what's wrong with her? Well, nothing, I suppose. I just wouldn't know which eyes to look into. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Now, she's interesting. I don't think she is the right pronoun. Hmm? But if you think it's worth the risk... I don't know... maybe I should have ought my scanner with me. Oh. Thank you. That's a she. Uh-huh. Now, what shall we drink to? To us, and to a well-earned two days and two nights. How'd you get up here? Stop it, you two. Porthos. Come in! I'm sorry to bother you, but I think my dog is on your deck. Please. There you are. I hope she didn't hurt... Porthos. Hello, Porthos. She's been cooped up for weeks. I should have known she'd run off the first chance she got. Oh, no harm done. She probably just came over to make a friend. I'm Jonathan. Keyla. So, is this your first time to Risa? Yes. You? First time. My Science Officer felt I needed to relax, so I decided to do some reading, let Porthos run on the beach... You should always listen to your Science Officer. She'd be the first to agree with you. I was about to go out for dinner. Can you recommend a restaurant? There's this little boat that sails into the bay every evening just after sunset. You wade out, and they serve seafood right off the deck. Sounds great. Well, I'm sorry to disturb you. Thanks again. If you don't have other plans, maybe we could wade out to that little boat together. You're not here with your Science Officer? No. In that case... Oh. No, I'm sorry. I can't tonight. Just a thought. Tomorrow? I look forward to it. So do I. Good-bye, Porthos. Slowly please. Oh. Ravis. Mm-hmm. Oh. That place up the street looked pretty lively. Well, the Vulcan database said no one leaves this club unhappy. How would the Vulcans know? They only mate once every seven years. That's what they say. Do you know something I don't? Come on. Seven years? I doubt even T'Pol could hold out that long. Oh, she's very disciplined. Malcolm, bearing 180. What? Behind you. Anything in that database that could help us get a conversation going? If you wanted to have a cultural dialogue, you should have gone with Hoshi. Hello. Hello. I'm Dee'Ahn, and this is Latia. I'm Trip. I'm Malcolm. Would you join us for a drink? We've been waiting for you to ask. Well, uh, what would you like? These look good. Uh, another round, please. So where are you two from? Our planet's called Earth. Earth? Never heard of it. We're sort of new to the neighborhood. Well, then we'll have to make sure that your first visit to Risa is memorable. Jonathan? You're up late. Just looking at the stars. Don't you get enough of that on your ship? Hmm. Never. Will you show me what you're looking at? Come on up. I wanted to thank you for the little boat with the seafood. Best I've ever had. I'm sorry you had to eat alone. Oh, no problem. I had a nice chat with a couple from Vega Reticuli. It turns out it's their 300th wedding anniversary. Well, they must have a lot of stories. You can't imagine. There it is. What am I looking for? See the ight blue star at the top? Is that your sun? No, look just below. The yellow one. Do you see it? It's so faint. Ah, it's about 90 light-years from here. You're a long way from home. Actually, this is the farthest any of my people have ever gone. You're an explorer. I wouldn't be surprised if they're naming schools after you back on your world. Archer Elementary. It has a nice ring to it. Can you show me where you're from? Oh, I really don't have a very good sense of direction. Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad. I got lost coming back from the lobby today. Well... I can see how that could happen. I mean, it's at least a hundred meters from here. And all the villas look the same. You've just got to notice the subtle differences. Like the numbers on the doors. Now you're catching on. Give me a couple hours I could have you navigating a starship. Why don't you start by telling me about some of the places you've been. We'll get to the starship navigation later. We only had a few hours of air left, so I jettisoned our engine and blew it up. Turned it into a rescue flare. It was my idea. Doesn't matter whose idea it was. It worked. Why don't you tell them about the time you saved Enterprise in your underwear. Yeah, I saved the Captain's life. I thought you were the Captain. We rotate. He's Captain next week. So, Captains... have you seen the subterranean gardens? Subterranean? All the plants that grow there are luminescent. It's beautiful. Mmm. Maybe you could show us. Through here. This is a strange way to get to the garden. They're very secluded. So, how much do starship captains get paid on your world? Excuse me? What kind of valuables do you have? I think there's been a misunderstanding. There's definitely been a misunderstanding. See what they have. I hope this isn't their mating ritual. Be quiet! Nothing! Maybe they have something back in their rooms. It's too risky. We could sell their clothes. Listen... I bet we could make some kind of a deal. Enterprise. It's Travis, Subcommander. Could you send a shuttlepod down? What's the problem, Ensign? I had a little rock-climbing accident. Where are you? In the Central Hospital, but I really want to get back to Enterprise. The fun part is the way the rock face changes. The problem is the handholds change, too. Why didn't you let them finish treating you on the surface? Have you ever been to an alien hospital? Yes. In San Francisco. These people have never treated a human before. I wanted my own doctor. Where's Phlox? He's not available. What do you mean, he's not available? He's... sleeping. Well, wake him up! He's got a patient. The doctor is hibernating. Hibernating? For how long? Just a couple of days. Don't worry. I can handle a oken leg. He said he was having trouble eathing when we were in the pod. Did they give you any medication? Just a hypospray for the pain. Hmm. Is something wrong? Ah, it's probably nothing. Let's get you to Sick Bay. Oh... Morning. I don't know if it was those Risan mai-tais... or getting shot, but my head's killing me. It was probably both. Oh... The sun's up. We've been down here all night. Great. Our shore leave's half over. Hey! We need some help down here! Hello! I already tried it. Club's closed. I don't plan on spending our entire trip tied up in a basement. The Vulcan database didn't mention anything about crime. Well, they said it was very rare. What? It had some warnings, but I didn't think it'd be a problem. Wonderful. You think this is my fault! You were willing to follow two strange aliens into a basement. Gorgeous aliens. Don't forget they were gorgeous. They were male! Not at first! I don't remember twisting your arm. If we don't make it to the landing zone on time, they're going to start scanning for our bio-signs. Do you want the Captain to find us like this? Oh... I feel terrible. Oh, you're having a reaction to the painkiller they gave you. What's his condition? If the swelling gets any worse, it could begin to constrict his airway. I've spoken to the hospital. They've never heard of a reaction like this, but they're not familiar with human physiology. I really think we should wake up Dr. Phlox. I'm sorry. I give up. I never thought that I'd hear a language I couldn't learn. Don't feel bad. You've only been trying for one day. Oh, it only took you one day to pick up English. It is much simpler. And you are a very good... preemari. Teacher. What do you call this? Oh, we don't have anything exactly like it. The closest thing would be a... strawberry. Strawberry. Mm-hmm. And this? Um... it tastes like a kiwi. What? In my language, kee'hwi is, um... What? I don't know the word. May I show you? Sure. Why not? Kee'hwi. Kiss. That's called a... kiss. A kiss. There's a place I was planning to go today. A steam pool. They say it's very... relaxing. Would you like to go? Avec plaisir. That's French. What does it mean? Good morning. Good morning. Come in. I thought we could take our dogs to the beach if you don't have other plans. Sounds great. I just ordered eakfast. Would you like to join me? Certainly. Juice? Please. What are you reading? It's a gift from my Science Officer. Her people think humans are too controlled by their emotions. I knew there was a reason I liked you. Seems like you know a lot about me. Where I'm from, what books I read... I don't even know your dog's name. It's Rhylo. I adopted her when she was a puppy. Anything else? Everything else. What's your planet called? What do you do? Do you have a family? We've been having such a wonderful time. I really don't want to spoil it. How could you spoil it? I did have a family. They were killed. My parents... my other... my husband. I'm sorry. It was our own fault. We'd been warned about the Suliban. We should have gotten out while we had the chance. Suliban? You know about them? Yes. I'm not so sure this is a good idea. There's no need to whisper. He's in a state of deep hibernation. Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. Did you use the correct dosage? Do'sani! Do'sani, yo-to aruda! Phlox? I don't care what it tastes like. Wake up, Doctor. Subcommander. Has it been 48 hours? No. Then why did you wake me? There's a medical emergency. Emergency? Then call the doctor. You're the doctor. Of course. Who's sick? Ensign Mayweather. Who? Ensign Mayweather, our Helmsman. I know who he is. Where is he? He's in Sick Bay. We're not in Sick Bay? We're in your quarters. Well, then... to Sick Bay! I could use some assistance, please. What seems to be the trouble, Captain? It's Travis, Doctor. He's having some kind of anaphylactic reaction. Incredible. What? I've been standing up for almost five minutes. Doctor... Hand me that scanner, Captain. Hmm. Ah, yes, yes. Uh-huh. It's definitely being caused by an antigenic compound in his system. We'll need Regulan bloodworms. What?! They're excellent at filtering toxins. Uh, which container are they in? No! Fresh ones would be better. Set a course for Regulus, maximum warp. Doctor, I think this was a mistake. You should return to your quarters. I appreciate the offer, but it would be best to keep our relationship professional. Uh! Let's go, Doctor. I am the Chief Medical Officer on this ship and I am going to treat Ensign Mayweather. And then I'm going back to bed. Hmm. This was waiting for me when I checked in, compliments of the management. I don't know anything about Risan vintages, but what do you say we throw caution to the wind and give it a try? I'll be adventurous if you will. How's your ankle? Mm, it's getting better. You'd think that guide would have warned us. The water was very shallow. I should have watched where I was stepping. I don't know. That thing was pretty well camouflaged. To... Risan sea turtles? It's a little sweet for my taste. Is something wrong? Camouflaged. We could only see them when they moved. Was there more than one? I'm not talking about turtles. You said you knew who they were. Have you seen them? Did they hurt anyone that you cared about? We've seen them a number of times, but we've been lucky. No one was badly hurt. How do you fight something you can't even see? I was told that they take their orders from the future. Is that right? All their genetic enhancements... They were taught to do that by someone from the distant future. Who told you that? It's no secret. They've attacked dozens of ships, settlements. But where do they come from? Where do they live? I wish I could tell you, but I don't know. What are they planning to do next? Hopefully, neither of us will ever run into them again. You know that isn't true. They keep enlisting more of their people into the... What do they call it? The Cabal. You must know something about them, Jonathan. I realize that they murdered your family and I'm very sorry for that, but I'm not sure what you want me to tell you. Most of what I have learned about them has come from rumors and hearsay, but you have seen them face-to-face. I want you to tell me what you know. Where are their Helixes? Where do they live?! If this wine is too sweet, I think there's another bottle here. It might be different. You're the first person I've met in over a year who's had any contact with them. All right. I don't know much, but I'll tell you what I can. I could use some fresh air. Why don't we take a walk on the beach? Thank you. It's kind of chilly. You might want to go get a sweater or something. I'll be right back. Archer to Enterprise. This is T'Pol. I'm transmitting a bioscan to you. Run it through the computer. I think you'll find a match. You don't sound very relaxed, Captain. Quickly, please. Understood. Ready? Not quite. Your surgeons did a nice job. All the Tandarans I met had a very distinctive feature right here. Tandarans? I don't understand. I took a bioscan. They may be able to change your face, but not your DNA. Did Colonel Grat send you? Who? I suppose it's possible you don't know him. He ran the detention camp I was sent to. It was filled with innocent Suliban. Grat asked me the same questions you've been asking, except he was a little more aggressive. On the other hand, he didn't try to win my sympathy with fictitious tragedies. You're wrong, Jonathan. You're all wrong. I think I should leave. If it wasn't Grat, then who was it? Who sent you here? Who was it?! I'm sorry. You've been very kind to me. I'm going to check out now. I can't have you interfering. Whatever was in that bottle you oke got all over me. It stinks to high heaven. It's not like I had a choice. We needed something to cut through those ropes. Good morning. Morning. Sleep well? Very. Any thoughts about what you'd like to do today? Risa has a lot to offer. I could spend the entire day right here, but I'm afraid the shuttle's coming to pick me up in a few hours. Not a very long vacation. Two days and two nights. That's all we had. I hope you don't think that I... Took advantage of me? Not for a minute. There we go. You're certain? You can check it yourself if you like, Doctor. The analysis clearly shows he was given benzethonium chloride. You're quite allergic to it. This should do the trick. Your bio-signs are stabilizing. It seems to be working. How do you feel? A lot better. Thanks, Doc. What's that smell? I don't smell anything. I'm guessing you two had an interesting couple of days. Fascinating culture, sir. Mm-hmm. What about you, Hoshi? Do anything constructive? As a matter of fact, I learned several new conjugations. Hmm. You look rested, sir. Did you get a good night's sleep? Went out like a light. Next time we take shore leave, instead of just sitting around reading books, you should try to get out. Look for a little excitement... meet new people.
They don't have a problem with us dropping by? On the contrary. The operations foreman said they haven't had visitors in nearly six months. Hmm. Is it really a matriarchal society? I mean, the women make all the decisions? Until recently, but in the last decade, the Paraagan males have made great strides to acquire equal rights. Still, it would probably be best if we didn't get too flirtatious. Probably. I read that this colony started off 20 years ago with just 30 miners. Now there are over 3,000. They've got schools, landscaped communities, even some kind of museum. You think, 20 years from now, there'll be Earth colonies out this far? Human kids growing up on New Sausalito? If my father were alive, he wouldn't doubt it for a minute. We're making history with... Every light-year. You know, I think I've heard you say that at least half a dozen times. Archer here. The Paraagans have given us clearance to enter orbit. Have you received their landing protocols? They're coming in now. We're on our way. This should take a bit longer than usual. It wouldn't be very polite to ignite their atmosphere. When are you supposed to close the plasma ducts? The protocol said 50 kilometers, but, to be on the safe side, I'm going to lock them off at about 75. Although the matriarchal elements of the culture have diminished, it might be best if I were to ask... It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I closed both plasma ducts. I'm certain of it. Are you sure there's nothing left? We could see the colony in full magnification, sir. The ground was scorched for at least a hundred kilometers in every direction. Could one of the dampeners been malfunctioning? I closed both ducts. Any kind of malfunction would have triggered an alarm. Two alarms. There are backups to prevent these kinds of accidents. The ducts were closed. This is no time to be placing blame. A thorough investigation should explain what happened. How is he? He has a mild concussion, but he should be fine. Have you tried hailing the colony? There has to be someone down there. Sir, I tried to explain. There's nothing left. No buildings, no trees, no people. That's impossible. There were 3,600 colonists. Have you finished the diagnostics? I've analyzed six of the pod sensor logs. I have two left. Well, get them done. You've had three hours. What about the Enterprise sensor logs? They must have recorded how much tetrazine was in the atmosphere. Was the concentration greater than the Paraagans specified? Was it present at higher altitudes than it was supposed to be? That's the weird part, sir. The tetrazine levels were less than three parts per million. That's half what the protocol specified. What about the point of ignition? The flash point was directly beneath the shuttle, sir. But it seems to have originated at the starboard plasma duct. A plasma duct you're certain was closed. Every log on the shuttle indicates that both ducts were sealed and locked. Then you'd better start reexamining those logs... because something doesn't add up here. Get me Admiral Forrest. This is not going to be fun. Tetrazine? It's a by-product of their mining operation. It settles between 45 and 50 kilometers in their atmosphere. Exhaust plasma is about the only thing hot enough to ignite it. But you said your plasma ducts were closed. Yes, sir. We're doing everything we can to determine what went wrong, but that's not going to change the fact that there are 3,600 corpses down there. Continue to analyze your logs. I'm going to call an emergency meeting of the Command Council. You realize they'll undoubtedly ing the Vulcans into this. They'll have to figure out who's going to contact the Paraagan homeworld. That should be my responsibility, sir. You're right, it should... but let's take this one step at a time. How do you tell all those families that...? You followed all the protocols that you were given. We came here to meet these people. To learn something about them, not to kill them. You followed the protocols. You've got a crew that's going to be looking to you to figure out how to react to all this. Don't let them down. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I'm sorry, Jon. His behavior has been erratic. He seems to alternate between agitation, despondency and guilt. He spends most of his time alone. I've tried to remind him that this was an accident, but his responses have been illogical. He seems to be ignoring his responsibilities as Captain. Ah, to be Vulcan. It's been my experience that humans have a great deal of difficulty separating emotional despair from what you call responsibility. Nevertheless, as his physician, you should monitor him closely to be certain he remains fit for command. I understand how, um, uncomfortable his behavior must be for you, but... trust me, it would be unnatural for the Captain not to be affected by grief under these circumstances. It's, uh... human nature. He'll be fine. What is it? It's Admiral Forrest, sir. Thank you. The atmospheric analysis of the probe is coming through. Put it up here, would you? What is it? The air near the surface is filled with traces of boro-carbons. When tetrazine is ignited by plasma exhaust, there's only one outcome you can be sure of. Traces of boro-carbons. You got it. I don't care whether that probe picked up traces of ead pudding. Both our plasma ducts were locked down and there were no leaks in the system. Not unless they miraculously mended themselves afterwards. T'Pol... Trip. The mission's been canceled. Canceled?! From what the Admiral tells me, Ambassador Soval will use this to convince Starfleet... that we need another 10 or 20 years before we try this again. 20 years?! Starfleet won't buy that for a minute. Won't they? Tell him he's crazy! Tell him that's guilt talking, not Jonathan Archer! A Vulcan ship will meet us in three days to get you and Dr. Phlox. Please inform Mr. Mayweather to... head for these coordinates. I can't believe you're letting them do this to us. You've waited all your life to command this ship! Dismissed. But, sir... I said you're dismissed. Both of you. You think they've replaced you in Brazil yet? Even if they have, they'd take me back. I'm a prodigy, remember? How about you? After a year on Enterprise, the thought of a cargo ship is pretty unappealing. What if they made you Captain? You're going to be the most famous boomer around, you know? Or maybe infamous. From what Commander Tucker tells me, people back home think that we're doing nothing out here but getting in trouble. Then it's our job to let the people back home know what really happened. Anyone who tries to bad-mouth Captain Archer in front of me is going to get an earful in any language they want. Come in. What was so important it couldn't wait till morning? If you'd prefer, I'll come back. No, I'm sorry. What have you got? Lieutenant Reed and his team have discovered an unidentified EM signature on the ventral hull of Shuttlepod 1. Could be anything. Mr. Reed felt you'd be interested. In what? Does he think that Starfleet Command's going to take a look at this, apologize and send us on our way? Tell him it was a nice try. Is this what humans refer to as feeling sorry for themselves? You're out of line, Subcommander. I apologize. I wish I was simply feeling sorry for myself. But, actually, I'm feeling sorry for a whole lot of people... Every member of Starfleet, in fact. Their futures depended upon my ability to succeed at this mission. As soon as we learned about the consequences of the explosion, I knew the Vulcan High Command would take advantage of the situation. What's your point? You have a responsibility to dispute their recommendation. Starfleet already bought their recommendation, hook, line and sinker. Then you have a responsibility to convince them as well. And how do you suggest I do that? You are very adept at listing the questionable decisions you've made, but there have been other decisions... Many of them that no one would question. I'm willing to try to convince my government of that. Are you willing to try to convince yours? You know... this has got to be the first time a Vulcan... has ever attempted to cheer up a human. I'll see you in the morning. That's all right, Commander. Your company is appreciated, but it would be best if you left the packing to me. I would have thought you'd be a little more upset about leaving Enterprise. Well, I, uh, I did expect this posting would last a while longer, but I'm sure an equally adventurous opportunity will present itself. I wish I had your attitude. Humans seem to be naturally optimistic. I'm surprised you don't share my outlook that something exciting's always waiting around the next nebula. That's just the point. There won't be any nebulas in Starfleet's future. At least not for a decade so. Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that. You're wrong, Doc. You worked with Vulcans. You know what they think of us. Enterprise coming back to Earth with its tail tucked between its legs... It'll be Soval's crowning achievement. They'll probably give the son of a bitch some gaudy medal, and then cart him off to wherever they send bitter old Vulcans to retire. Ambassador Soval's service record contains an impressive list of accomplishments. You have to find something good in everybody, don't you?! I got to tell you, that's one of your unique qualities that drives me crazy. I'll certainly miss your outspoken personality, Mr. Tucker. I'll see you later, Doc. Come on, Porthos. Time for bed. Porthos, up. What's the matter, boy? Don't tell me you're... Porthos? What's going on here? Hello? Sorry to call so late, Captain, but all three inspection pods are getting their weekly overhauls tonight. They tell me they won't be ready until noon. So I figured you might want to sleep in. Might want to sleep in. What do you say to eakfast at 9:30, Spacedock cafeteria? You must be reading my mind. I was just about to suggest the same thing. See you in the morning. If you're trying to tell me the last ten months was a dream, I'm not buying it. I.M.E. Can I help you? This is Captain Jonathan Archer, Starfleet authorization: Alpha-six-four... I know who you are, Captain. What can I do for you? Do you have a Denobulan doctor in the Interspecies Medical Exchange? Yes, a Doctor Phlox. He's assigned to Starfleet Medical here in San Francisco. Would you like me to contact him for you? No, that's all right. Thanks for your help. I didn't even know Phlox existed... before they ought Klaang in. And that was the day... after the... late-night call from Trip. You're not dreaming, Captain. Daniels. This must be very disorienting. I apologize, but I had no choice. Commander Tucker told me you were dead... that Silik killed you. He did... in a manner of speaking. We have to talk, Captain, and it's essential that none of the other factions know about it. I doubt any of them would think I'd ing you here. So, you're... telling me you... ought me back, what, ten months ago? How about Jonathan Archer ten months ago? Where's he? He's you. Then who just climbed into bed aboard Enterprise? That hasn't happened yet. That's a load of crap and you know it. I've had this conversation with half a dozen people. It always ends up the same way. Can't you ever give a straight answer? It depends on the question. All right, try this one. Why am I here? I thought you were supposed to protect the timeline, not screw with it. It's already been... screwed with, Captain. That explosion at the Paraagan colony, it wasn't supposed to happen. Of course, it wasn't. It was an accident. That's not what I mean. History never recorded the disaster. Someone violated the Temporal Accord... someone who doesn't want your mission to succeed. Are you telling me that Enterprise didn't cause that explosion? Do you remember the Temporal Cold War I spoke of? It's kind of hard to forget. Then, listen to me carefully. We don't have much time. All senior staff report to the Situation Room in 15 minutes. Mr. Reed, I'd like you in my quarters immediately. It was just where we detected the EM signature. But I don't understand... It was completely invisible. How on Earth did you know that a phase discriminator would expose it? If I'm not mistaken, you'll find this thing was designed to generate a plasma stream. Put a team together, Trip. I'll need two quantum beacons. They'll have to be positron-based and have an output of 200 gigawatts apiece. Positron-based, sir? Just get started. I'll ing you the specs in a few minutes. We're going to need our com frequencies on the fritz for a day or so. See to it. Aye, sir. Put the Armory on full alert. Turn the ship around, Travis. We're going back to the Paraagan colony. What are you all waiting for? Sir? It wasn't us, Trip. We didn't do it. Whew. Take a look at the dispersal curve here... and here. You'll have to isolate the subassembly tolerances from the emitter algorithms. Whoa, hold on a minute. You're saying the assembly's independent of the emitters? Exactly. That's impossible. Not if you generate a stable flux between the positron conductors. Then all you'll have to do is renormalize the tertiary wave functions. With all due respect, sir, this is a level of quantum engineering that's beyond anything I ever learned. How the hell do you know this? Remember Crewman Daniels? Yeah. I saw him get vaporized by our friend, Silik. Well, for a cloud of vapor, he's one wealth of information. I just spent two hours with him. He's on Enterprise? Not exactly. Listen, I'll explain later. Right now, we've got to get back to building these beacons. Whatever you say. The circuitry in there isn't compatible with our technology. We'll have to create an interface. What for? We're going to be retrieving some Suliban data discs. I have no doubt you'll be able to handle the content, but, before you can do that, we'll have to find a way to access the data. And Daniels claims this is Suliban technology? Everything he's told me has checked out so far. I have no reason to doubt him on this. We'll do our best, Captain. Captain. The Vulcan ship we were headed for... It's no doubt detected we've altered course. Have they tried to hail us? I wouldn't know, sir. Our com is on the fritz. Why did Daniels leave it in his quarters? I don't recall him having much time to pack before he left. No. Well, if it is there, and it contains what he said it does, it could be invaluable to Starfleet. I gave Daniels my word, Malcolm. We download the schematics for the Suliban stealth cruiser... nothing else. Pity. Assuming he's right, and we manage to find the cruiser, what makes you think the Suliban won't come after us? Just like those old Bible movies, It wasn't written. So far, Daniels is batting a thousand. Wait a minute. You see that? They've got schematics on half a dozen different Klingon ships. The stealth cruiser, Lieutenant. Nothing else. There. There it is. Trip? I feel like a chef who's just made a meal with ingredients he's never tasted. You follow the instructions? To the letter. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're approaching the colony. Have Mr. Mayweather locate a binary system 2.5 light-years away and set a course. Understood. Let's get these mounted on the grappler arms. Head for the smaller star... then the inner moon of the second planet. Bridge to Armory. Reed here. Have you plotted all the target points? Aye, sir. Stand by. I'll meet you two in the Launch Bay. If this goes well, I shouldn't be long. Lower the beacons. Modify the viewscreen. Bring up these coordinates. Full magnification. Activate the beacons. Right where they're supposed to be. Aren't we in range of their sensors, sir? They can see us. But they have no idea we can see through their cloak. Just keep on the same course, Travis. Malcolm. The closer, the better, sir. They're charging weapons. Now, Mr. Reed. Their cloaking generator's down. All four weapon banks, as well. Port and starboard engines disabled. Okay, here's the tricky part. Reed to Shuttlepod 2. Archer here. She's all yours, Captain. Good luck. That last shot should have sealed off the two lower decks. If Daniels is right, there shouldn't be more than 20 Suliban for us to deal with. Is that all? The stun grenade's on a three-second delay. Just ten more meters. Go. Which one? Here. Go. Captain. They're all around us. Archer to Reed. Go ahead. We need some help here. I see them. You'd better take cover. Go. What's the problem? I can't release the docking clamps. Ignite the thrusters. Go to full power! Archer to Mayweather. We see you, Captain. Set a course back toward the Vulcan ship. Go to warp 4 as soon as we're aboard. Yes, sir. It took a while before we realized that the three discs had to work in unison. The interface seems to be holding. Hoshi? The stealth cruiser was definitely in orbit of the Paraagan colony when the explosion took place. They were monitoring us very closely. There are sensor logs that tracked our course, our altitude, even our hull temperature. Look at these. I can't believe how close they got. They got a lot closer than you think. Those cloaking devices sure come in handy. They were docked with the shuttlepod for nearly two minutes. Just long enough to attach this and cloak it. Good work. Keep at it. Get me Admiral Forrest. Sounds like pretty solid evidence. Where the hell did you get it? It's all on three data discs we took from a cloaked Suliban cruiser. But how did you know about that cruiser? And if it was cloaked, how could you find it? I've got friends in high places. This is going to be a very interesting de iefing. Get to the Vulcan ship as quickly as you can. I'll let them know what you've got. I can't tell you how pleased I am, Jonathan. After all you've done, I would have hated to see this end. Thank you for believing in us, Admiral. Archer out. They boarded a cloaked vessel and they knew exactly where to find the discs. They weren't acting alone. My ships are fast. We can overtake them and destroy Enterprise. Have your ships ing me Archer. Allow Enterprise to continue. But we need to recover the discs. Archer! You know what happened the last time you failed me. It was ten months ago. He ought me back ten months. But I knew everything I know now. How is that possible? As I've told you, the Vulcan Science Directorate has concluded that time travel is impossible. Well, good for the Vulcan Science Directorate. Maybe they can tell me how I woke up yesterday knowing exactly where that Suliban ship was. Or how I suddenly had the ability to construct a quantum beacon to see through its cloak. And while they're at it, they might as well tell me how I knew where to find those discs. All valid questions. But to conclude that the only answer is that you acquired this information from a dead crewman who transported you back through time is illogical. Why don't you give me another explanation? I can't. Because there isn't one. I got a call from Trip. Something about inspection pods. It was the exact same call I got the day before they found Klaang. Word for word. Perhaps you were dreaming. Listen... I never thought this was possible, either. But... I traveled through time and I need you to believe me. Why? Because it's hard enough trying to fathom all this without having my Science Officer... A colleague who I trust and rely on, the person who got me to stop feeling sorry for myself... Accusing me of being an hallucinating madman. I don't remember accusing you of anything. Bridge to Archer. Yes? We're getting some strange readings, sir. It might not be a bad idea for you to come out here. I've taken the liberty of asking Commander Tucker to join us. What's the problem? We're having trouble balancing the warp field. Looks okay to me. It's odd. It'll be stable one moment, and then, for no reason, it'll go slightly out of alignment. What are you guys doing to my engines? The auto-stabilizers aren't functioning properly. The computer ran its last diagnostic on them less than ten minutes ago. They look fine. Well, they're not. We've had to realign the field a dozen times over the last hour. Load torpedoes. And stand by all weapons. Deploy the beacons, Travis. Modify the viewscreen and aim the beacons aft. Swing them down slowly. It looks like we're in a swarm of cloaked bees. Charge the phase cannons. We're being hailed. Put it through. I wouldn't advise using your weapons, Jonathan. Perhaps if we de-cloak, you'll understand why. Malcolm? They're all armed with high-yield particle weapons, sir. How many could you take out? Before they open fire? Not enough, sir. One of my ships is approaching your starboard docking port. I'd like you to board it immediately. What do you want with me? You have five minutes. If you don't comply, I have permission to destroy Enterprise. How do I know you won't destroy Enterprise either way? You have my word, Captain. And you also have four and a half minutes left. I'm placing you in command. I advise you to maintain your present course and speed. I don't know what's going to happen... but try to keep an open mind. Especially when it comes to things the Vulcan Science Directorate says are... impossible. I'll try. Captain, this is crazy. How do you know what they're going to do? T'Pol's in command now, Trip. Do whatever you can to help her. That goes for all of you. Keep an eye on Porthos for me, would you? Remember... No cheese. Your Captain's playing a very dangerous game, Subcommander. Game? He has 30 seconds left. Did he think I wasn't serious? The turbolift's on E-Deck. It's empty. Where is he? I'm not reading his bio-signs. He must be on the Suliban ship. Captain Archer is no longer aboard Enterprise. Perhaps you should check with the vessel you sent for him. I thought he was smarter than this. He could have saved all your lives. What a waste. The docked ship is moving away. It's targeting our warp core. They're all targeting the warp core. Ten minutes ago, that vista was more beautiful than anything you could imagine. Where am I? I-I had eakfast in that room less than... half an hour ago. Then I was instructed to ing you here. They told me that the timeline wouldn't be safe if you boarded that Suliban ship. Someone was very mistaken. Where is here? You're in the 31st century, Captain, or what's left of it. You said the Suliban wouldn't follow us, that we'd make it safely to the Vulcan ship. As far as I was told, that was exactly what was supposed to occur. So you're telling me, this just happened? It doesn't look like it just happened. No. It looks like it happened a long time ago. If inging me here caused this, then send me back. I'll take my chances with Silik. Y-You don't understand. All our equipment... The time-portals... Have been destroyed. Everything's been destroyed. There's no way to send you back.
Last time on Enterprise... There's nothing left. No buildings, no trees, no people. That's impossible. There were 3,600 colonists. The mission's been canceled. I can't believe you're letting them do this to us. You've waited all your life to command this ship. History never recorded the disaster. Someone violated the Temporal Accord... someone who doesn't want your mission to succeed. Are you telling me that Enterprise didn't cause that explosion? He ought me back ten months. But I knew everything I know now. How is that possible? The Suliban destroyed that colony. We're going back to get proof. Have your ships ing me Archer. T' Captain Archer is no longer aboard Enterprise. I thought he was smarter than this. He could have saved all your lives. It's targeting our warp core. You're in the 31st century, Captain. If inging me here caused this, then send me back. I'll take my chances with Silik. Y-You don't understand. The time portals... They've been destroyed. Everything's been destroyed. There's no way to send you back. And now, the conclusion. He's not on board. You must have sensors that can confirm that. You've lied to me before. If you don't tell me where he is, I'll have no alternative but to... Come see for yourself... or send your soldiers. You'll realize I'm telling the truth. Drop out of warp and prepare to be boarded. Security teams to Docking Ports 1, 2 and 3. This is Subcommander T'Pol. All security teams remain where you are. Are you crazy? How do we know how many Suliban are coming aboard? They could try to take over the ship. There are 30 armed vessels surrounding us. Unless I'm mistaken, their weapons are still targeting our warp core. Mr. Reed? So, unless you have a better suggestion... It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. If this place was destroyed as long ago as it seems to have been, then what are you doing here? You and your watchdog buddies don't exactly fit in with all this. You're thinking of time travel like we're in some H.G. Wells novel. We're not. It's far more complicated. There's no way for you to understand. Try me. Listen, I realize your little utopia is gone and I sympathize, but, if you're telling me the truth, if you've ought me 800 years into the future... Into this future... I think I deserve some answers. I don't have any answers. And you're right. I shouldn't be here. Which means you shouldn't be here, either, but you are. We are. ( laughs) We ought you here to protect the timeline. ( laughs) We did quite a job. What's wrong? It's gone. What's gone? The monument. It was right here... on the same street as the li ary. It was obviously never built. Why is that a problem? Who did it commemorate? Not who. Then what? An organization. A Federation. It doesn't exist for you, not-not yet. But it will? Fine. Keep your missing monument to yourself. Where's this li ary you were talking about? Uh, it should be right down there... if it was ever built. And even it was, it will be of no help. All the data is stored electronically. Books... made with paper. There aren't supposed to be books here. Well, there are. So, I suggest we use some of them to figure out what you did to the last thousand years when you ought me here this morning. They haven't been duplicated. Is he correct? T' Don't you believe your scanners? Is he correct? We didn't have time to make a copy. Leave her alone! Lower your weapon. If we find Captain Archer aboard this vessel, you'll all be... punished for lying to me. He's not here. Unless he's dead. But we did find this. Where? In that lift. It's an hour old, maybe two. When I saw him last, your Captain spoke of a Temporal Cold War. What was he talking about? Captain Archer believed Crewman Daniels was from the future, but if I recall... you killed him. What else? Nothing else. There's a temporal signature in your turbolift. What do you know of that? The last time we saw Captain Archer, he was entering that turbolift. Perhaps you haven't been lying to me. You, shut down all com systems and computer terminals with the exception of Engineering and the Bridge. Confine all of them to their quarters. If anyone resists... Understood. Hey! Under the circumstances, it would be best to do what he says, Commander. They're three days overdue. I told you, Ambassador, Archer said he was returning with proof that they weren't responsible for the tragedy on Paraagan ll. You also told me Starfleet had ordered him to deliver Subcommander T'Pol and his Medical Officer to the Vulcan ship D'kyr. They're three days overdue. The D'kyr has long-range sensors. Have they detected Enterprise? Captain Archer's negligence caused the death of 3,000 colonists. Your superiors instructed them to return to Earth. Their mission is over. They haven't followed those instructions. You didn't answer the Commander's question. Has your ship detected Enterprise? The D'kyr said they were joined by a number of other vessels. They're no longer within sensor range. What kind of vessels? They were at too great a distance to identify. Enterprise has ignored our hails and defied Starfleet's orders. I have no choice but to send the D'kyr in pursuit. Jonathan Archer doesn't report to you. No, he doesn't. But Subcommander T'Pol does. And since she would never comply with his present actions, I have to conclude that she's being held against her will. I know you don't think much of Archer, Ambassador, but he is not in the habit of kidnapping Vulcans. ADMIRAL Fine. You send your ship. Whatever Archer's up to, I'm sure he's got a good reason. He knows what he's doing. Does he really? Have you cycled through the sub-temporal harmonics? He's never failed to respond before. Perhaps he's angry that we didn't return with Archer. Archer wasn't on Enterprise. Why isn't he responding? I need instructions. He said to destroy Enterprise if we couldn't ing him Archer. We should tow them out of the nebula and do it now. That temporal signature, it changes everything. If Archer was pulled through time, we need new instructions. Where is he? If he's angry with you, you'll be punished again. We should destroy Enterprise. Have the surgeons prepare, then ing me the Vulcan. I haven't found a single reference to this Federation you talked about. I doubt you will. Because that monument wasn't there? Because you weren't there. So I disappear one day and all history changes? I've looked through the 21st and 22nd centuries. Everything looks right, up until the Warp 5 Program. After that, nothing looks right. There were a lot of people involved in the Warp 5 Program. We didn't ing a lot of people here this morning. We just ought you. The Romulan Star Empire? What's that? Maybe you shouldn't be reading that. I don't get it. What could I have done that could have been so important? It wasn't just you. It was events you helped set in motion. This timeline... The one you say no longer exists... What can you tell me about it if my mission had continued? It would have led to others. And? ( sighs): Okay. What about this Federation? Was Earth part of it? Was I part of it? Silik wanted you, not the data disks. The people he answered to were more interested in capturing Jonathan Archer than in blaming Enterprise for the destruction of the colony. They obviously knew what role you were going to play in the months or years to come. By taking you away from the 22nd century, I caused exactly what I was trying to prevent. You've lost me. The only chance I have of restoring my century is by getting you back to yours. Sounds like you've got a chicken-or-the-egg problem. You said your time portals are gone... All your technology. There isn't even electricity here. You going to find a bicycle, turn it into a time machine? Maybe we don't need a time machine. Do you have your communicator? And my scanner. May I? The people the Suliban were working for came from about 300 years ago. They couldn't travel through time, but they did develop a way to send back images of themselves... To communicate through time. You can't do that with those. No. It's a little bit more complicated, but not much. We learned how to do it in high school. But we're going to need a few things that might not be too easy to find. What are we waiting for? Where is Archer? I don't know. Who are you working with from the future? The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible. Does Captain Archer agree with that opinion? It's not an opinion. Does Archer agree with that determination? Captain Archer believes Crewman Daniels comes from the future. But Daniels is dead. Captain Archer claims he saw Daniels two days ago. Your Captain is gone. Did Daniels take him into the past or the future? The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible. ( sighs) I can't be sure, but I think that's copper. Well done. I need you to unwrap it and pound it into small strips no more than a millimeter thick. ( static) ( heavily distorted voice) Hello? ( distorted voice) Please repeat. I can't understand. ( distorted voice) I still can't understand you. Try modulating the sub-carrier wave. Malcolm, it's ( static) Can you hear me? Barely. You're going to need to boost the signal. Any better? Yeah. I thought the com was off-line. It is. I'm routing the signal through the EPS grid. I can talk to any doorbell on B-Deck. Are you all right? Same as you, I guess. Locked in tight. And the others? I can't get in contact with T'Pol for some reason and Hoshi and Travis are on C-Deck. Any thoughts about how we're going to get rid of these Suliban? One step at a time. The first thing I need to do is figure out how to tap into the door-coms on C-Deck. I'll get back to you. Sit tight. I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Any luck? I still have the spatial coordinates of Enterprise, but, without a quantum discriminator, it's going to be very tricky to contact the ship on the same day you left. I thought you built these things in high school. Where quantum discriminators were on every desk. Why is the same day so important? What would be wrong with making contact a week before I left or even a month before? I made the biggest mistake in the history of time travel this morning. I don't intend to make it any worse. ( shivering) This is Captain Archer. Can you hear me? T'Pol, this is Captain Archer. Can you hear me? I don't think it's working. ( faintly): I don't know where he is. You don't know where who is? Subcommander, this is Captain Archer. I'm having trouble understanding you. Captain Archer's gone. A temporal reading in the turbolift. I don't know where he is. Daniels ought me to the future. That's what the temporal reading was all about. Are you all right? Science Vulcan Directorate has determined that time travel is... not fair. Whatever you say. Just tell me, are you all right? We're all confined to our quarters. Where are you? I told you, in my quarters. No, I mean Enterprise. Where's Enterprise? There's a Helix out my window. T'Pol, listen to me. I need your help. You're going to have to find a way to get into Daniels' quarters. Do you understand me? You're on the ceiling. Why aren't you on a monitor? There's no technology where I am. I thought you said you were in the future. T'Pol, do you remember when I asked you to keep an open mind? Yes. There's a lot more at stake here than inging me back or the mission. I need you to listen to me very carefully. I need you to trust me. It won't work. We can only access the decoupling pins from outside our quarters. So if we can't pick the locks... what about the shafts that house the EPS conduits? They're adjacent to the air ducts. They were pretty much blocked off when the ship was completed. It would be too tight a squeeze. What's your definition of too tight? You or I couldn't get through them. Maybe a child, or... Or Hoshi? It's possible, but it would be difficult. What do you say, Hoshi? You willing to give it a try? Isn't there some other way that I can help out? Something that needs translating? You know how claustrophobic I am. There's no one else that can get through those crawlspaces unless we could reach Crewman Naiman. She's pretty small. There's no time. If this is going to work, we need to begin now. Ensign Sato? How far would I have to go to get to the doctor's quarters? 40 meters, maybe 45. Then how far to Lieutenant Reed's? It's not that far, Hoshi. You can do it. We need you to do it. ( two knocks) ( three knocks) Hoshi? Good guess. How are you holding up? Great. If you don't mind, I'd just like to get this over with. Good luck. ( eathing heavily) ( grunts) Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it. Just get me a shirt. ( muttering) Third dimension... Timeline, timeline... First... second. Second and... What are you doing? First and third dimension... Stand up, Vulcan. Up! No! No! No! No! Stop! You certainly took your time. He had this pressed against my head. Had to be sure they were preoccupied. You positive you're willing to do this? It could get pretty ugly. I'm positive. You've got 30 minutes. Good luck. If they regain consciousness, don't hesitate to use these. Don't worry. Let's go. ( door opens) ( coughs) Did you think we wouldn't be watching Daniels' quarters? I guess I wasn't thinking. I guess you weren't. But you should be thinking now... Thinking about what will happen to you if you don't answer my questions. Are you thinking about that, Lieutenant Reed? Good. Now tell me what this is. What does it do? I don't know. What does it do? I don't know. Please! Yes? I was told to destroy it. I don't know what it does. Who told you to destroy it? ( choking) Captain Archer... before he left. He didn't want you to find it. And why would that be? He thought you would use it to contact someone. I don't know who. I swear it! Have the Lieutenant returned to his quarters. Ready! Yes. ( alarm bleeping) Engineering. How did this happen? Engineering! ( intercom beeps) ( intercom beeps) What is it? The antimatter stream has been compromised. Shut down the warp reactor. Our engineers aren't responding. I've sent soldiers. Keep me informed. ( electrical crackling) ( alarm beeping) ( intercom beeps) ( intercom beeps) Yes? These humans are greater fools than I thought. They'd rather commit mass suicide than submit to us. Did you correct the problem? It's too late. The reactor's going to each. We can't endanger the Helix. Evacuate your soldiers and have Enterprise towed out of the nebula. There's very little time. Will you alert the tractor teams? You do it. I'm busy. Is that you? Can you hear me? Report, Ensign. The antimatter stream is back to normal. You may have overdone your pyrotechnic display. The scorching on the starboard nacelle is extensive. Well, I'll try to remember that next time we have to fake a reactor each. ( console beeps) Cell Ships. 30 of them. 35. Approaching at high warp. Maintain your course and speed, Ensign. I've tried to reach you. I've tried for two days. I did what you told me, but Archer wasn't on Enterprise. There was some kind of temporal signature. I need instructions. I don't know how to operate this device. I need your help. ( distorted voice): You're an ugly bastard. I hear you, but I don't understand. Repeat what you said. Please. Repeat what you said. I said you're an ugly bastard. You try shape-shifting on me or pulling one of your chameleon routines and I promise you, Silik, I'll blow your head off. Has Enterprise left the nebula? Can you see? I've ought you Archer! He's here! Archer's here! There's no need to punish me. Where's my ship, Silik? They've left. They're gone. How many Cell Ships did you send after them? Silik! I don't know... 20, 30... Well, you're going to call them off. And then you're going to give me those data disks back. Now get up. My soldiers won't let you leave. Shut up! Get going! Hoshi, any sign of the Vulcan ship? Not yet. Hull plating on the port-aft quarter's down. Alter course ten degrees starboard. They're closing. The lead ships are overtaking us. Port hull plating's down. Ventral plating as well. Why'd they stop firing? Why waste ammunition? They have us surrounded. Are long-range sensors still operational? ( console beeping) No Vulcan ship. Subcommander? I see them. Son of a bitch. He did it. ( console beeping) One Cell Ship approaching aft. Stand down weapons. Open a channel. Enterprise to Suliban vessel. Go ahead, Enterprise. Good to hear your voice, Captain. Good to hear yours, too. I feel like I've been away for a thousand years. Is everyone all right? Lieutenant Reed suffered some minor injuries, but he's recovering in Sick Bay. Captain, I'm curious. Why didn't the other Cell Ships try to stop you? I know it's not standard Starfleet procedure, but I took a hostage. By the time he wakes up, we'll be long gone. Request permission to dock. Permission granted. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've joined the Vulcan ship D'kyr. It seems that Starfleet and the High Command are eager to discuss the future of our mission. While your explanation of how you obtained these disks is somewhat implausible, it's obvious that Enterprise was not responsible for the destruction of the colony. It may see somewhat implausible to you, but... Please allow me to finish, Captain. In less than a single Earth year, you've engaged in armed conflicts with over a dozen species. You've escalated the conflict between my people and the Andorians, which included the destruction of one of our most sacred monasteries. You helped 89 Suliban escape from detention. You may claim to be on a mission of exploration. I, however, consider you reckless and irresponsible. A danger to the Quadrant. Regardless of the evidence presented here, I plan to advise the Vulcan High Command not to change its recommendation to Starfleet. Enterprise should be recalled. You guys have wanted to scrub this mission from day one. We proved to you that we didn't kill those 3,600 people, but you don't want to hear it! You're pathetic! That's enough, Commander. No one's more pleased than I am that Enterprise wasn't responsible for the tragedy. But Ambassador Soval's argument may be valid. Starfleet Command has a difficult decision to make here. When I was in my early 20's on a trip to East Africa, I saw a gazelle giving birth. It was truly amazing. Within minutes the baby was standing up... Standing up on its own. A few more minutes and it was walking, and before I knew it, it was running alongside its mother, moving away with the herd. Humans aren't like that, Ambassador. We may come from the same planet as those gazelles, but we're pretty much helpless when we're born. It takes us months before we're able to crawl. Almost a full year before we can walk. Our deep space mission isn't much different. We're going to stumble, make mistakes... I'm sure more than a few before we find our footing. But we're going to learn from those mistakes. That's what being human is all about. I'm sorry you can't see that. Your analogy is very colorful, Captain, but I question whether it addresses the consequences of your actions. T' The concept of learning from one's mistakes shouldn't be difficult for a Vulcan of your wisdom to understand, Ambassador. Our ancestors discovered how to suppress their volatile emotions only after centuries of savage conflict. You spoke of the destruction of the monastery. What about the Vulcan listening post that Captain Archer found there? I would hope that our people have learned from those events that using a sacred sanctuary to spy on others was a dishonorable practice, to say the least. I don't wish to contradict Captain Archer, but learning from one's mistakes is hardly exclusive to humans. Their mission should be allowed to continue. The Command Council will review the evidence and listen to what's been said here today. I'm sure they'll hear from the Vulcans as well. I'll let you know as soon as there's a decision. Good luck, Jonathan. All of you. ( door chimes) Come in. I can't be certain, but Crewman Fuller might have seen me coming in here. She tends to be discreet. ( sighs) What can I do for you? I think you put it over the top. Forrest said none of the others could believe it when you went to bat for us, not to mention that little listening-post lecture you gave to Soval. You spoke to the Admiral? He woke me up in the middle of the night. Can you believe that? I assume with good news. I think you put it over the top. I still don't believe in time travel. The hell you don't.
Say when. When. I didn't know you drank wine. Under the circumstances, I'll allow myself a small indulgence. Make mine a large indulgence. ( chuckles) To our Science Officer. It's been one year to the day since you officially joined our crew. Here's to many more. I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm simply carrying out my assignment. That's no small accomplishment, considering the previous record for a Vulcan serving on a human ship was two weeks. Ten days. I've been filling out your annual crew evaluation... Just a formality. I understand. The High Command has requested my evaluation of you. Just a formality. There's something in your record I've been meaning to ask you about. While you were stationed in Sausalito, you took a five-day leave. Yes? You went to an old mining town in Pennsylvania... Carbon Creek? Seems like an odd place to take a vacation. Vulcans don't take vacations. Then, if I may ask, why'd you go there? Is this part of my evaluation? Just curious. It was a personal matter. You had a personal matter in Carbon Creek, Pennsylvania? Trip, if she doesn't want to tell us... Seems a little unfair. We tell her plenty of stories. You'd like me to tell you a story? If it's a good one. I went to Carbon Creek because I wanted to visit the site of First Contact between humans and Vulcans. Then, you were about 3,000 kilometers off. That took place in Montana. Actually, it didn't. Every school kid knows that Zefram Cochrane met the Vulcans in Bozeman, Montana, on April 5, 2063. I've been there. There's a statue. In fact, the Vulcans visited Earth long before then. My second foremother was one of them. Your who? My mother's mother's mother. Would you like to hear the story? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I can't compensate. The re-fusion pressure is still dropping. If our orbit decays any further, we'll be detected. T' They had gone to Earth to investigate the launch of its first artificial satellite called Sputnik. During their third week of gathering information about humanity, their impulse manifold began to malfunction. They had no choice but to attempt an emergency landing. Try to find an isolated area. Send a distress call to the High Command. 100 kilometers. Deploy the stabilizers. Our landing vector is too steep. ( sparking and sizzling) ( coughing) Are you hurt? I don't think so. Captain. What are your orders? Why did the Vulcans keep this a secret? The incident is well-documented at the Science Directorate and the Space Council. On Vulcan? Of course. Hang on. T'Mir was your great-grandmother? I'd be the last person to question your math, but aren't you missing a few generations? Sputnik was 200 years ago. Don't forget how long Vulcans live. Right. Just how old are you? It's got to be in her record. Trip, that's classified information. Please. Go on. Their subspace transceiver was damaged in the crash. They had no way of knowing if their distress signal had even been transmitted. They'd used up their emergency rations within a week. After five days without food, their situation was growing desperate. ( scanner beeping) Two life-forms. Fascinating. One of those creatures could sustain us for some time. Are you suggesting we eat it? It's logical to take extreme measures to survive. Even resorting to savagery? That may not be necessary. Our scans showed a settlement approximately six kilometers away. If we are exposed, we could contaminate their culture. And when they find our bodies after we starve, will that contaminate their culture? Better to leave them with a mystery than with three living aliens. We should at least investigate the possibilities. It's too dangerous. I'm willing to take the risk. Mestral. Remain here. How do you suggest we proceed? We'll need to disguise ourselves. We're here to find food, nothing else. We'll keep contact with the humans to an absolute minimum. If we must interact with them... I will speak. What is it? I believe you have that garment on... backwards. Prisoners? They don't appear to be restrained. More likely, laborers. It's hard to believe these people were capable of launching an artificial satellite. RADIO and he gets the sign. And... here's the pitch. Dixon hits a scorcher down the right field line. The first baseman makes a stab at it, but no. Ellis is charging hard from right field. He scoops it up and fires. It's gonna be close. There's a collision at the plate, but Wilcox hangs on to the ball, and Thompson is out! ( frustrated groans) Some type of combat, no doubt. I believe it may be an entertainment. ( country music playing on jukebox) A communal gathering place. Do they have food? It appears so. Remember. I won't speak. ( country music playing) In the arms that reach to hold somebody new My yearning heart keeps sayin' you're not mine My troubled mind... So please pick the treasure I have for you and me And take all the love... Another? Nah, I'll settle up. All right. I'm next. ( whispers): Currency. Yes. The paper appears to have value. Thanks, Billy. What can I get you? Do you have anything that doesn't require currency? You mean free? What ings you to Carbon Creek? We had an accident with our vehicle outside your town. Are you okay? We're fine. You folks married? No. We're... business associates. There's a gas station up the road. I'd be happy to give you a lift. No, thank you. Suit yourself. Anybody up for a game? Quarter a ball? I'll play. You better ask your mother, Jackie. Come on, Mom, we could use the money. Go on upstairs and do your homework. I'll ing you up some dinner. I'm up for a game. What are you doing? I told you not to speak to anyone. I can defeat him. You don't even know the rules. It's simple. I thought you didn't have any money. He doesn't. Well, sorry, pal. There's nothing in it for me. It's time for us to go. Wait a minute. We might be able to work something out. If you win, I'll pay up. If I win, your business associate has a drink with me. We accept your terms. We do not. The game is based on simple geometry. It wouldn't challenge a Vulcan child. No. We need their currency. What if you lose? I'll have to... socialize with him. Would you rather die of starvation? Tough eak. The number eight ball... in that pocket. ( bell jingling) Cryogenics. Do you suppose they've experimented with protein replicators? Why didn't you ask the merchant? You seemed willing to engage everyone else in conversation. I think that wine's gone to your head. What are you implying? Two Vulcans stroll into a bar, hustle a few games of pool and walk out with an armload of TV dinners. It sounds like an old episode of The Twilight Zone. ( both laughing) If you're not interested in hearing the rest... Hold on, hold on. We didn't say we weren't interested. They realized they couldn't rely on gambling, so they took whatever employment they could find while they waited for a rescue vessel to arrive. ( grunting) But as the weeks passed, it seemed less likely that their distress call had been received and it became more difficult for them to avoid the humans. TV The test of a nuclear device is designed for tactical use in place of artillery. Zero hour was just after... Nothing like an atomic test to make your day. Doesn't it concern you? The bomb? It scares the hell out of me. I'd hate to see humanity destroy itself. That makes two of us. Want to shoot some eight ball? Jack... I've got a geometry midterm next week. It's good practice. Nice try, but there's better ways to prepare for a math test. Are you interested in mathematics? Oh, it's what I want to study at college. Mechanical engineering... if I get to go. You will. He got a scholarship. Only a partial one. It's still a scholarship and you worked hard for it. Everybody's been pitching in to help pay for his expenses... Books, room and board. You can shoot one rack and that's it. Your eak. ( Western playing on TV) This is the third time this week I've had to fix Mrs. Garrett's sink. Perhaps she enjoys your company. It might be tolerable if her son didn't insist on calling me Moe. Why does he do that? There is a comic actor known as a Stooge with that name. The boy believes we have similar hair. There is a resemblance. This is intolerable. I'm a warp field engineer. Then perhaps you can help me construct a subspace transceiver. I told you, it's impossible. If we remain here, we'll die. This world's on the ink of self-annihilation. I don't believe that. Because your fascination with this species is blinding you. You sit for hours each day in front of this idiotic device. I'm doing research. Perhaps if you spent more time observing human behavior, you might not have such a pessimistic view of them. Open your eyes. They revel in violence. They devote what little technology they have to devising ways of killing each other. So did we centuries ago. They just haven't realized their potential yet. What potential? They have great empathy and compassion. Look how we've been made to feel welcome. ( turns TV off) Only because they believe we're human. If they discovered the truth, do you think they'd be so compassionate? Where are you going? To the ship. Why? This antenna is inadequate. I believe I can use a waveform discriminator to enhance it. It'll be safer to go after dark. You can't risk being followed. I need to go now. I Love Lucy is on tonight. Hi. You're right on time. It was different than seeing it on television, more... invigorating. Well, there's another game next week if you'd like to go. Or we could do something else. Take in a movie? That would be enjoyable. Can I ask you a question? Yes. What are you hiding under that cap, a pointed head? You're not from Mars, are you? Oh, I-I-I didn't mean to make fun of you. I'm not offended. May I ask you a question? Please. What happened to your... mate? You mean my husband? Yes. He left a long time ago. Jack used to get letters from him every now and then. The last we heard, he'd moved to Phoenix. I was hoping he would help with Jack's college, but I guess we're on our own. I can understand why he wouldn't want to have anything to do with me, but... I'm sorry. I'm usually better at keeping a lid on my emotions. It's-it's not always easy. I know. Well, um... I'm due back at the Pine Tree. Will I see you later? Oh, I-I-I didn't mean to. I thought-I thought... Oh, God... Please, I was simply surprised. It was... very pleasant. Pleasant? Wasn't that an appropriate response? Well, it's been a while since I kissed a man, but, still, I was hoping it'd be a little bit more than pleasant. I did say very pleasant. ( nervous chuckle) We've got company. I should go. Thank you again. Waveform discriminator? I went to a baseball game in Doylestown. More research? Maggie invited me. I didn't think it would be a problem. Then why did you lie about it? Because I knew you wouldn't understand. You were engaging in intimate activity. I didn't initiate it. You're to have no further contact with that woman. You can't make that decision. I'm still in command. Command of what? Our mission is over. It's time to accept the fact that we may never leave this world. I was just going to play some pool. I didn't mean to bother you. Um... what are you doing? I was about to meditate. Really? Are you just trying to clear your mind? Or... reach a higher spiritual plane? I spend a lot of time at the li ary. Studying meditation techniques? Uh, different things. Uh, mostly about places I'd like to visit. Uh, like Tibet. The-the Buddhist monks there meditate every day. And in India, they've got these mystics called fakirs. Supposedly they can almost stop their hearts just by using willpower. You'd be surprised what a disciplined mind can accomplish. What else do you study at this li ary? Astronomy, um, literature. Sometimes I'll just pick a book off the shelf and start reading. What about you? What do you like to read? I have an interest in astronomy, as well. Oh, really? Did you know that, uh, minutes after dusk, when the sun is just right, you can see Sputnik with the naked eye. Maybe tomorrow I could show you. I've seen it already. It's amazing. Don't you think? Well, I'll let you get back to your meditating. It was nice talking to you. And you. Mestral! Hello. Hey! I got tickets to the ball game this weekend. It's a double-header. Tim's going, Gavin, Jack... Maggie. I'm afraid I can't. What's wrong with you lately? Maggie says you haven't even... Are you all right, Billy? Yeah. ( men yelling commands and questions) T' Why do you need us here? I'm looking for a particle weapon. The armory case. Help me find it. Why? There's been an accident in the mine. At least 20 men are trapped. It could take the humans days to free them. We can't interfere. They'll die. You'd let them suffocate... even if we could prevent it? What if they see the weapon? We'll be certain they don't. At best, these humans only live to be 60 or 70. Is it worth the risk just to extend their lives a few more years? We can't contaminate their culture. This has nothing to do with contamination. It has to do with compassion. Compassion... is an emotion. They're my friends, and I'm going to help them. Don't try to stop me. ( jackhammers pounding) ( men yelling commands and instructions) ( beeping) Yes. Proceed 22 meters, then turn right at the junction. Understood. In eight meters, you'll find a narrow opening near the ground that leads to an abandoned shaft. can't get anymore guys down there, though. It's all right with three up there. Yeah. ( coughing) There's a stratum of quartz on the wall opposite the opening. I see it. Set your dispersal radius to seven degrees. Two more meters. How far? Approximately 30 meters. MAN ( weakly): Here, over here. ( coughing) T' After rescuing the 12 miners, Mestral became something of a hero that day. Didn't people wonder how he got them out? I'm sure they did, but no one ever discovered the truth. Three months passed, and just as they had resigned themselves to the fact that, in all likelihood, they would never leave Earth... ( beeping) T'Mir. This is Captain Tellus of the Vulcan Survey Vessel D'Vahl. I am responding to your distress signal. We thought it wasn't transmitted. Your signal was received by a Tellarite freighter. It took them some time to forward it to the High Command. We're approaching the system now. Meet us at the crash site in three days. Understood. I hear you're leaving? That's correct. Where to? Home. Up north. I'm going to miss you. You're about the most interesting people I've met in this town. I'm sure you'll meet a lot of interesting people at college. I'm not going. What? Why not? We couldn't come up with the rest of the money. The deadline for the tuition's Friday, so... What will you do? Keep saving, I guess. Find a job. Mom doesn't want me anywhere near the mine, but that's where the work is around here. Can you try again next year for the scholarship? I'll reapply, but there's no guarantee. I'm sure they will offer it to you again. And if not, there's always the li ary. Still a lot of books I haven't read. Good luck up north. Carbon Creek's not exactly a... vacation spot, but... I hope you'll come visit us. Perhaps. He took those college boards... got the highest score of anybody in the county. It's not fair. ( door shuts) So... you're the lady with the invention that's going to change the world. ( Velcro ripping) ( ripping) Morning. Jack?! ( chuckles) Jack?! Didn't you terminate your employment? Yes... but I promised Mrs. Garrett I'd repair this suction device. It's unfortunate that you'll be leaving these people without experiencing one thing they have to offer. Such as... alcohol... frozen fish sticks... the constant threat of nuclear annihilation? There's much more to them. You just refuse to see it. I've seen enough. I haven't. I plan to stay here. If this is your attempt at humor... They're on the verge of countless social and technological advancements. I have the unique opportunity to study an emerging species. That's what you've done, much closer than we anticipated. Your duty is to return to Vulcan and report your findings. There's still more to learn about these people. All of them or just one? ( sighs) This has nothing to do with Maggie. She has helped me appreciate their culture, but I don't intend to remain in Carbon Creek. Where would you go? To one of their larger cities at first. After that, I'm not certain. There's so much to see. The High Command will never allow it. Tell him it's not possible. T'Mir? Perhaps I can arrange for you to be on the next survey ship. In another 20 years, running more statistical scans from high orbit? That's not enough. Where is your Captain? He was killed in the crash. There were four Vulcans aboard your vessel. Mestral died in the crash as well. We cremated their remains. Do you realize you've just rewritten our history books? A footnote, at best. Footnote? This is like finding out Neil Armstrong wasn't the first man to walk on the moon. Perhaps he wasn't. Oh... How long did this Mestral stay on Earth? The rest of his life, presumably. And that would be... what, another 100, 150 years? Possibly longer. ( scoffs) An alien is left on Earth in the 1950s, lives through... what, 30 presidents? Travels the world, and no one notices him? And what happened when he finally kicked the bucket? Did the undertaker just... shrug and ignore his ears? You asked me to tell you a story. ( chuckles) And it was a good one. But did it really happen? As I said, you asked me to tell you a story. Damn, Captain, she put one over on us. You did go to Carbon Creek. If you check my record, you'll note that I also visited Yellowstone Park and the Carlsbad Caverns. I'm a scientist... That includes geology. Thank you for the meal. Uh... my pleasure. You've certainly kept us entertained. Good night.
Come in. Good morning. Captain. Sleep well? Well enough. I wasn't sure what you wanted for eakfast, so I took the liberty of having Chef prepare his famous eggs Benedict. That will be fine, sir. You plan to eat standing up? This isn't a visit to the principal's office, Malcolm. At ease. Oh, thank you, sir. I just wasn't sure whether you called me here to discuss something. No. No business. I just wanted to have a long-overdue meal with my Armory Officer. Ah. I heard that England made it to the finals in the World Cup. I beg your pardon? The World Cup? Soccer? Oh. I'm afraid I don't much follow football, sir. Any sports you do follow? No. Not particularly. Thanks. You're welcome, sir. I've been working on the duty roster, sir. We only have two crewmen assigned to the Armory full-time. If we added a third, Ensign Tanner would be free to begin those upgrades to those torpedo launchers I told you about. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to ing your homework to the table? Sir? This looks fine. ( com beep) Archer. T' I'm sorry to interrupt, Captain, but we've detected an uncharted system along our present course. One of the planets is Minshara-Class. Take us out of warp. I'm on my way. Looks like we'll have to reschedule. Whenever it's convenient. After you, sir. Anybody home? It's uninhabited. What about geographical features? Anything interesting? There's a chain of volcanoes that spans an entire hemisphere. Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I could use some fresh air. Put us in a standard orbit. Aye, sir. Find a volcano with a gentle slope, preferably one that's not erupting. Prep a shuttlepod, Travis. We'll take shifts down to... ( explosion) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Report! It was a thermokinetic explosion on the outer hull, port-forward quarter. Breaches on C-Deck... D-Deck. Bridge to Sick Bay. We need medical assistance. Acknowledged. Emergency bulkheads? They're in place, but eight subsections have decompressed. Was anybody in them? I can't tell, sir... not yet. Find out what happened. Malcolm! I'd give you an answer if I could, sir. The sensor logs aren't showing anything. All systems were functioning normally. Archer to Engineering. Captain, what's going on? I was hoping you could tell me. We've got plasma fires, an overload in the EPS grid, but whatever caused that explosion, I don't have a clue. Weapons fire? An asteroid? Nothing on our sensors. How are your people? A few bumps and uises, but we're all right. Keep me posted. Archer out. Any casualty reports? Figures are coming in, sir. 17 so far, including Hoshi. No fatalities. Get this man into the imaging chamber. What's happening? Are we under attack? I don't know. Doctor! ( console beeping) Captain. Something just struck the ship. Starboard side... upper-aft quadrant. Can you get a visual? There. Just behind the secondary plasma vent. You see it? Some kind of cloaked ship? It's too small. I'm not reading any bio-signs. It's armed with tri-cobalt explosives. I think it's a mine. And judging by the firepower, something similar damaged our ship. Can you tell if it's active? No reason to believe it's not. T' Captain, it's lodged near Impulse Reactor 2. An explosion anywhere near there could disable Enterprise. What if we polarized the adjacent hull plating? We don't know how it's triggered. Somebody has to go out there and defuse it and it should be me. I have the ordnance training. I've never heard of a minefield with just two mines. Are the quantum beacons still mounted on the grappler arm? I believe so. Lower them into position, then modify the viewscreen. Activate the beacon. They were designed to penetrate Suliban cloaking devices. I'll try shifting the phase variance. ( helmet clicking) Lieutenant Reed to the Bridge. I've opened the outer hatch. Wish me luck. I'm detecting something in the gamma spectrum... Phase variant .0075. Its surface is pockmarked. Probably micrometeorite impacts. Seems to have been in orbit for some time. The spikes are magnetic. Two of them have locked onto the hull. Stand by. I'm going to run an internal scan. There are proximity sensors... but they appear to be off-line. It looks like the mine doesn't think it's hit anything. I believe I've found an access panel. I'm going to try and remove it and get a look inside. How bad is it? I can't really tell until we can get into the decompressed sections, but I imagine it's pretty ugly. I've got one piece of good news. I did a head count... We didn't lose anyone. Trip, I'm not sure Malcolm's going to be able to defuse this thing. Couldn't we just detach that section of hull plating? Let it drift away? We'd have to reroute some EPS conduits. There's about 300 bolt couplings. It could be done. How long? Three or four hours. But I wouldn't recommend it, sir. We'd be exposing a good piece of the impulse manifold. Get a team started. I'll consider it a last resort. I'm removing the panel. The arming mechanism's extending. Captain. We see it, Malcolm. Ever see a ship like that? No. It's deflecting our scans. Why didn't the beacons let us see through its cloak? Perhaps the mines use a more primitive cloaking system. Sir, they're hailing us. Uhn Kan'aGANNA! Tehca zuhn ruga'nokTAN! Uhn Kan'aGANNA! The translator's not locking on. Tehca Zuhn! NeeMASTA kan'aGANNA uckWAZTA! Archer to Sick Bay. Yes, Captain. Is Hoshi in any shape to return to the Bridge? It's urgent. I'm afraid not. She suffered a rather severe concussion. Understood. Tell them I'm on my way. You'd be of little help in your present condition, Ensign. KUHN'UKCHTACHT zuhn VOCKWADAI! Any luck? Not yet. ( console beeping) They're charging weapons. They missed our starboard nacelle by less than 20 meters. Not a very subtle warning shot. BAR'AK T'STU ANNANKANA! Can you get us out of here? The orbits of those mines are pretty erratic, sir. It's going to be tricky. We'll give you whatever help we can. Bridge to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead. Our friends seem to be anxious for us to leave. We're going to eak orbit nice and slowly. Understood. If you plan to go to warp, sir, you'll let me know? I'll try to remember. Maneuvering thrusters only. Aye, sir. Activate the beacon. Our friends just vanished. That doesn't mean they're not still close. Lieutenant Reed to Bridge. Go ahead. I've identified four separate detonation circuits. If I can isolate them in the proper sequence, I should be able to deactivate the mine. It'll take some doing. And to be honest, Captain, it's only a theory. How good a theory? The closest thing I'm familiar with that this device resembles is a Triton-class spatial torpedo. I've disarmed at least half a dozen of those. I believe I can do it, sir. I've got Trip working on a backup plan, but I'd prefer not to use it. Right now, you're our best bet. Be careful, Malcolm. I see it. ( screams) ( groaning) Bridge. Go ahead. Another one of those spikes I told you about. What about it? It just magnetized itself to the hull. Is there a problem? On its way... it went through my leg, sir. I'm on my way, Lieutenant. The Bridge is yours. Captain, I should be the one to go out there. I'm the engineer. That's why I need you here, Trip. You'll have to wait in line for my osmotic eel to cauterize your wound. He's getting quite a workout today. Doctor... Ensign... They need a translator. I should be at my post. I realize you're anxious to help, but you wouldn't make it to the turbolift. If you'd like, I could have them ing the com-logs here. Thank you, Doctor. Thought you might need a hand. Actually... I'd prefer a leg. Let's see what we can do with the one you got. Could have been worse. It missed the bone. And it looks like the pressure from the spike is keeping the wound from bleeding too much. You'll be in Sick Bay in no time. These should cut right through it. Actually, sir, I wouldn't do that. My scans show detonation circuits inside the spikes. I would consider letting you amputate, but if Chef got hold of it, he'd be serving Roast Reed for Sunday dinner. Just give me something for the pain and I'll do my best to reach the access panel. Not without doing more damage to that leg. What's more important... My leg or your ship? I intend to save both. I don't see how. The backup plan I was telling you about... I asked Trip to prepare to detach this section of hull plating. Seemed like a good idea at the time. It's still a good idea. Not with you attached to it. I hope that's an anesthetic. Phlox's own recipe. ( relieved sigh) Please, sir, may I have some more? I don't want you too sedated. I'm going to need your help. Someone's got to defuse this thing. You're going to talk me through it. With all due respect, Captain, disarming mines is extremely delicate business. I'm trained for it... you're not. I'm a quick study. It's too dangerous. In case you haven't noticed, Lieutenant, we're sitting about five meters from an impulse reactor. I'm not leaving till we take this weapon off-line. Sir... The way I see it, you don't have much choice. You're sort of stuck here. So, would you let me get started? I hope you've got a steady hand. They're ordering us to leave their system immediately or they'll destroy us. Charming. Could you figure out a way to compose a message back explaining we're going as fast as we can? I can try. And their next message? They say they've annexed this planet in the name of something called The Romalin Star Empire. T' Romulan. It's pronounced Romulan. Romulans? I read about them when I was with Daniels. What'd you find out? Not much. Just the name. He wouldn't let me see anything else. T'Pol? They're rumored to be an aggressive, territorial species, but the Vulcan High Command has never made direct contact with them. Ensign Sato's translation says that they're demanding that we withdraw from this system immediately. That's going to be a little tough to do at the moment. Is there any way you can explain our situation? She believes she'll have a reply prepared within the hour. How's it going out there, Captain? We've taken two of the detonation circuits off-line. Three more to go. Keep me posted. The next one's going to be tricky. Do you see the Y-shaped components surrounding the circuit? There's six of them. Right. Those are timing relays. You'll have to rotate each one counterclockwise 70 degrees. But it has to be done in the proper order. I'll guide you through it. Start with the relay to your upper right. One centimeter... and then turn it 70 degrees counterclockwise. Good. Now pull it out, slowly. Be careful not to touch the housing. Well done. Now complete that set on the diagonal. So, where were we? Sir? This morning at eakfast, before we were interrupted. You said... you didn't follow any particular sport. Well, I'm afraid I haven't started following one since eakfast, sir. ( sighs) Now, go to the relay top-center. But watch that one. I believe it may be damaged. It'll need some extra torque to deactivate it. How about hobbies? Any hobbies? No, not really, sir. I could've sworn I've seen you reading a book or two in the Mess Hall. Sir... do you really think that this is the appropriate time for a chat? It helps me focus. It calms my nerves. Well, it isn't calming mine. Sorry. It made you a little nervous this morning, too, didn't it? Why is that? If you must know... I was honored to be asked to sit at your table. I just wasn't entirely comfortable having a casual meal with my Captain. I was trained not to fraternize with superior officers. Never too late to learn. Frankly, sir, from my point of view, that kind of socializing has no place on a starship. I had a C.O. once, felt the same way. They're your crew, not your friends. I thought about that a lot... when I took this command, but then I realized this is not your typical mission. We could be out here for years. All we have to depend on... is each other. ( sighs) There are two left. Top left first. I appreciate your suggestions, Malcolm. Anything else? Well... since you asked. Bridge protocols have become somewhat lax. Too many people offering opinions. We're here to carry out your orders, sir. You're the Captain. What's the point of having a senior staff if they just sit around with their mouths shut? I'm glad they have opinions. I rely on them. Ahh... ( panting) Keep going. And in the area of security, I sometimes think you could show a little more... caution, sir. I'm aware of your concerns in that area. Not to say that it hasn't been a privilege to have served with you. Uh-uh. Sir? You're talking in the past tense, Lieutenant. Now... reinsert all six relays. But in the reverse order. You're doing fine, sir. Thanks. You've earned yourself a eak, Travis. Ensign Hutchison can cover the helm for a while. Thank you, sir, but I'd prefer to stay at my post. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're clear of the minefield. Maintain course and speed. Understood. This last detonation circuit has an added attraction. I'm seeing something that looks like a backup arming mechanism. We'll have to fool the circuit into thinking it's still on line. How do we do that? There's a hyperspanner... in the equipment case. Take out its power cell and strip off the casing. You must have realized this wasn't going to be your typical armory posting. That my command style lacked a certain... spit and polish. It was obvious... if you don't mind me saying so. ( chuckles) Strange. What's strange, sir? I understand you came from a long line of Royal Navy men. Your father, your grandfather... Why pick Starfleet? Why not continue the family tradition? God knows I tried. What happened? I'll need a circuit probe. ( sighs) So, what happened? I was raised on the water. I knew how to handle a boat before I could ride a bicycle. Studied all the great naval battles... I don't know. I suppose I thought I'd just grow out of it. Grow out of what? Aquaphobia. You're afraid of the water? More precisely, afraid of drowning. So instead of a life on the sea, you chose a life in the vacuum of space? ( sighs) I had a great-uncle who suffered from the same problem. But he faced his fears. Joined the Navy, had a distinguished career. All you have to do... is attach it to the cylinder on your upper right. ( beeping) It's working. Start with the topmost component. Use the caliper to lift it a few millimeters and then turn it clockwise 360 degrees and then gently reinsert it. He was something of a hero to me... my great-uncle. The one with aquaphobia? Indeed. He signed up with the submarine service. Talk about facing your deepest fears. He was a ave man. Wasn't long before he'd worked his way up through the ranks. Made Chief Engineer on the HMS Clement. Do you know the story of the Clement, sir? I don't think... I do. Good. Now, the other five components... repeat the same process on each one, counterclockwise. You were telling me about the Clement. They were on a routine patrol... when they had an accident. Now, there's a beautiful irony for you. They hit a mine... left over from some world war. There they were, trapped underneath an ice shelf, several compartments flooding, including Engineering. Can you imagine? My great-uncle... the man afraid of drowning. The ship was sinking... losing power. According to his Lieutenant, my great-uncle sealed himself in the engine room and kept the reactor on line long enough for his crew to make it to the escape pods. He went down with his ship. He did what he had to do... to save his crewmates. I appreciate what you're trying to tell me, Malcolm, but I was hoping... you'd be able to save your heroics for another time. I just want you to know, sir, that I am prepared. Got you. If we're not able to defuse this mine, the safety of the crew has to... I said I heard you, Lieutenant. I'm afraid we have another problem, sir. What? What is it? I need to use the bathroom. I won't tell a soul. In my EV suit, sir? ( chuckles) Sir! We're being hailed. You've ignored our warnings. We were unable to translate your language until a short time ago. We're trying to defuse a weapon lodged on our hull. I'm well aware of your situation. Our scans show you're prepared to detach the hull segment surrounding the mine. Complete the procedure and leave this system immediately. We've got a man trapped out there. Don't your scans show you that? One crewman. You have 82 others safely aboard. Jettison the hull segment and leave. We will not tolerate espionage. T'Pol, report. They're demanding that we jettison the section of the hull plating and leave. They scanned us, Captain. They know we're ready to detach it. I'm defusing the last detonation circuit. Stand by. It's rearming. Reset that last component! Quickly! Lieutenant? When you deactivated that final circuit, it triggered a sub-detonator. How can we get to it?! We can't. It's too deep inside. We'd have to dismantle the entire mine. Captain, those heroics we spoke about... I think it may be time. You've done all you can, sir. For what it's worth, you'd make a fine Armory Officer. Show me that sub-detonator. I'd prefer a burial at sea if I'm not completely vaporized. I thought you were afraid of the water. Your scanner, Lieutenant. I told you, sir... there's nothing we can do. We'll dismantle this thing piece by piece if we have to. That'll take days. My schedule's open. And these Romulans... They don't seem like the patient types. The longer we stay in this system, the more likely they're going to attack. As much as I appreciate all your efforts, you have to detach the hull plating. It's the only option. I'm not about to leave one of my crew behind. You're putting Enterprise at risk. We're wasting time. Help me figure out a way to get you off of here. That's an order. ( hissing) ( sighing) What the hell are you doing? Great. ( eathing) ( hiss of air) If I were the kind of captain you think I should be, I'd bust your ass back to crewman. Begging your pardon, sir, but if you were that kind of captain, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You'd have cut me loose by now. I'm not going to do that, Malcolm. When we triggered that sub-detonator, why didn't the mine explode right away? How many seconds went by before I rearmed it? Sir? How many seconds? I don't remember. Ten, maybe 12. It felt more like 20. Ten, 20... what's the difference? If it had exploded... how big would the yield have been? Judging by the damage the first mine caused, I'd guess about a quarter of a kiloton. What are you getting at, sir? How close is your team to finishing? They're down to the last few couplings. What's going on out there? We're going to detach the plating. I'm sure you did everything you could, Captain. I'm going with him. Could a shuttlepod hatch withstand a quarter- kiloton blast? Depends how close it was. 20 meters, maybe 25. Yeah, they're reinforced with duritanium alloy. They can take a hell of a beating. What do you got in mind? I need two shuttlepod hatches. Have them ought up here on the double. Sir? On the double. Captain, I assume there's no point in my questioning your plan. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're ready. See you soon. Hang on, fellas. ( thudding and clunking) ( hissing) 600 meters. Another hundred ought to do it. ( console beeps) Subcommander. Hail them. No response. ( warning signal beeps) They're charging weapons! Polarize the hull plating. I'll do what I can, but keep in mind, we're missing some of it. It's rearming! That's it. Let's go. Now, Malcolm! Enterprise to Captain Archer. Captain, respond. Maybe their transmitters were knocked out in the blast. Travis? I see them. Bearing 213 mark 4. Closing in. Open the doors to Launch Bay 2. ( alarm bleeps) The Romulans are locking weapons! Bridge to Dr. Phlox. Go ahead. Meet us outside Launch Bay 2. They're targeting our engines! A hundred meters more. Fifty. I've got them. Sealing Launch Bay doors. Go to warp, Ensign. ( panting) Are you all right? Uh-huh. All things considered. ( chuckles) If I may say so, sir... your style of command does have its advantages. So, how long was it? ( grunting) I counted ten seconds. Ten? It was more like 20. Respectfully, sir... it was ten. I'm not going to argue with you, Malcolm. It was 20. That's an order.
Captain's Starlog, supplemental. It's been almost four days since the incident in the Romulan minefield. Repair teams have been working around the clock. Nerves are definitely frayed. It's incredible we're still in one piece. If that mine had hit another meter to the left... We can't polarize the port bow plating until those eaches are sealed. What's your guess? Assuming we can find some tritanium alloy... three or four months. And with this kind of damage, the best I can give you is... warp 2, maybe 2.1. ( sighs heavily) In other words, we're... a decade away from Jupiter Station. What about the transceiver array? The subspace antenna's damaged. All we've got is short-range. We've answered enough calls for help over the past year. It's time someone returned the favor. You serious? Archer to Ensign Sato. Go ahead, sir. I want you to get started on a... general distress call. Assistance required... minor repairs. Don't go into too much detail. Understood, sir. Archer out. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. You're killing me! ( groaning) Push, Lieutenant. Two more seconds. ( grunts) And rest. ( groaning) It can't be ethical to cause a patient this much pain. It's unethical to harm a patient. I can inflict as much pain as I like. A positive attitude is vital to the healing process. The more you complain, the longer your recovery is likely to take. ( groans) When will I be able to return to duty? Another week, possibly two. Two weeks?! Attitude, Lieutenant. The wound might heal faster if you'd allow me to apply a few more Regulan bloodworms. Oh, you're not putting any more of those things inside my leg. You still haven't found the last one. He'll come out on his own... eventually. ( shudders) ( metallic squeaking) Did you hear that? I don't believe it. Trip told me he fixed that squeak. ( com beeps) Go ahead. T' Captain, we're receiving a response to the distress call. It's a Tellarite freighter. Put them through. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. Thank you for responding. TELLARITE ( staticky): How may we be of assistance? We need help in repairing some hull damage. If you can rendezvous with us, we'd be happy to discuss... Enterp... schedule won't permit... Signal is... I'm sorry, sir, they're barely within range. Can you repeat? Transmitting coordinate... repair station at... Sounded like he said repair station? We have received a set of coordinates. What do you know about these Tellarites? They're not the most agreeable species, but they're usually trustworthy. The coordinates are three and a half days away at warp 2. I think it's worth a look. Aye, sir. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We need to make some repairs. I was told you might be willing to help us. We'd be grateful for any assistance you could offer. Please respond. Nothing. Bio-signs? None that I can detect. Maybe it's abandoned. We might be able to board it... salvage some of the materials we need. Doesn't seem that Enterprise could fit inside those docking berths. What's it look like inside? I'm detecting a liquid helium atmosphere. The temperature's 270 degrees below zero. ( console beeping) A biomolecular probe. Sir... It's reconfiguring to fit the saucer section. The liquid helium is being replaced by a warmer oxygen- nitrogen atmosphere. Still no response to our hails. It appears an invitation's been extended. They need to work a little on their hospitality. I don't see that we have a lot of options. Take us in. They've isolated every hull each, every damaged system... I'll be damned. We scratched the hull right there, a year ago. I bumped it with the inspection pod, remember? I thought I told you to have that repainted. Well, I was getting around to it. Everything's in English. The ship wasn't the only thing they probed. I think that's Malcolm. That's where his left leg was injured. This facility may have the technology to repair Mr. Reed, as well. COMPUTER The analysis of your vessel is complete. Select a method of compensation to begin the repair process. Who am I speaking with? Your inquiry was not recognized. Is there someone here I can speak with? Your inquiry was not recognized. I don't think there's anyone back there. Perhaps the station's automated. Are you saying you can repair all our systems? Select a method of compensation to begin the repair process. We can give them either three warp coils, five deuterium injectors or 200 liters of warp plasma. I wouldn't recommend giving up any hardware we can't replace. Plasma? I think we can spare it. If we agree to these terms, how long will the repairs take? Time to completion: 34.2 Earth hours. I'm telling you, the boys at Jupiter Station would take three months. It's a fair exchange. Select a method of compensation to begin the repair process. Compensation will be due when the repairs are completed. Your vessel will then disengage immediately. All personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction. Look at this. It's the repair schedule. Transmit it to Hoshi and have her inform the crew. ( mechanical whirring in distance) Enterprise to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Some kind of mechanical arms are being attached to the outer hull. It's all right, Travis. Stand by. The recreation facility is now available to all personnel. Enjoy your visit. If this their idea of a recreation facility, we might want to ask for our plasma back. A matter-energy converter. It could be a transporter. An awfully small one. I believe it's a molecular synthesizer of some kind. Similar to a protein resequencer, but far more advanced. Water... cold. I saw a similar device on a Tarkalean vessel. It was capable of replicating almost any inanimate object. If we had one of these in Engineering, we could make all the spare parts we need. I wonder what else is on the menu. One pan-fried catfish. Smells like the real thing. Well? Not bad. I doubt there's a catfish within 130 light-years. Its genome is stored in Enterprise's computer, as is the recipe. The station evidently scanned our database. It would have been nice to have been asked. I can only imagine what else this thing knows about us. Captain, you've got to try this. Thanks, but I'll stick with whatever Chef's serving. I'll be on the Bridge. Hmm. Are you sure this thing knows what it's doing? That's the third time you've asked. You didn't answer me the first two times. It's remarkable. Your cells are regenerating at an exponential rate. Do you see how it's using a cytokinetic enzyme to stimulate the cell division. Lovely. I could certainly use a device like this. Perhaps the Captain could negotiate a trade of some sort. The tissue is completely healed. Even the scar is gone. Try standing up. Any pain? None. ( door chimes) Come in. Repairs are currently underway on C-Deck. Work on Launch Bay 1 is scheduled to begin at 2200 hours. They even fixed the squeak in the floor. I was starting to wonder if we had a gremlin under the deck plating. A mythical creature. British pilots used to blame them for problems they couldn't explain. Perhaps I should scan for one. That won't be necessary. Is Trip happy with how the repairs are going? He says they're exceeding Starfleet specifications. That's good to hear. Anything else? If I may make an observation? Go ahead. You seem troubled. Guess I need to do a better job at repressing my emotions. These repairs are one hell of a bargain at only 200 liters of warp plasma, don't you think? Not every culture is based on the acquisition of wealth. The station's builders could simply have been interested in helping others. What happened to them? They could have at least left a message. Thanks for stopping by. Perhaps they prefer anonymity. Don't you find that a little suspicious? I know you don't put a lot of faith in your feelings, but... I've learned to trust mine. Something doesn't smell right. Honestly, I started to feel a little sorry for the Doctor. There wasn't anything for him to do, but stand there and watch this thing work. I know how he must have felt. I saw an entire transtator assembly replaced in 15 minutes. It would have taken my crew a week. With this kind of technology, Starfleet could build ships that maintain themselves. They wouldn't need Chief Engineers. Or Tactical Officers. A starship without a Tactical Officer? I can't say I see the point. You'd think a computer that can do all this would have to be pretty big. Our computer's the most advanced in the fleet and it's three decks high. Well, I suppose you're right. So, where is it? I don't follow. I ran a scan of the station a few hours ago. These are the docking berths. We're here. This is the diagnostic room. Well, that compartment's the only place it could be. And it's barely half the size of this one. A machine capable of billions of calculations every nanosecond and it can fit inside the proverbial ead box. Hmm. I'd love to get a look at that. Well, you could always ask. I tried. Your inquiry was not recognized. Well, I guess that's that. Not necessarily. This cooling duct... runs all the way to the center of the station. I saw an access port in one of the corridors. This computer might not take kindly to people... snooping around. I haven't seen any no trespassing signs. We're explorers. Where's your spirit of adventure? I left it in a Romulan minefield. Almost... Got it. If the Captain learns about this, we'll both be scrubbing plasma conduits for a month. ( com beeps) Mayweather. Travis, it's the Captain. Would you mind coming down to Launch Bay 1? I thought that section was off-limits, sir. Not anymore. I could use a hand, Ensign. Aye, sir. Are you sure this is the right direction? ( alarm blaring) Evening, Subcommander. Captain? Hello? Hello? ( hissing) Do you know how stupid that little stunt was? You could just have easily been transported out into space. You're senior officers. You're supposed to be setting an example for the rest of the crew. It was my idea, sir. I think Lieutenant Reed is old enough to make his own decisions. You've made it clear to me that you think discipline aboard Enterprise has gotten a little too lax. I'm beginning to agree with you. You're both restricted to quarters until further notice. Dismissed. Yes, sir. Aye, sir. Hold on. Did you notice anything interesting when you were in there? Depends on what you mean by interesting. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Go ahead. You're needed in Launch Bay 1 immediately. What happened? He's dead, Captain. The subcutaneous burns are consistent with an isolytic shock, but I can't be certain until I perform a full postmortem. I'll keep you apprised. It looks like he was trying to tap into the EPS grid when this relay overloaded. Why the hell would he come down here during his off hours and start tampering with the power systems? I don't get it. Travis would have checked with me before doing any maintenance. Did you notify the crew that this section was off-limits? Yes. Well, apparently somebody didn't get the message. What time did he go off duty? 1800 hours. Malcolm and I saw him on the station about a half an hour later. He was having dinner with Hoshi. Talk to her. See if he said anything about this. And go over the com logs. I want to know if he talked to anyone else. It might be a good idea to check his quarters, as well. Post a security detail outside every section that's under repair. Aye, sir. A member of my crew is dead. We don't know what happened. Your inquiry was not recognized. My Helmsman... was killed in Launch Bay 1. We think it happened while that section was off-limits. All personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction. We're aware of that. You must have some... kind of record of what happened. All personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction. I need to talk to a person. Someone who can access your database and tell me what happened. Your inquiry was not recognized. Who built this station? What species? Your inquiry was not recognized. What species?! Any damage to these facilities will be charged to your vessel. Computer, begin recording. Subject's name: Ensign Travis Mayweather. Human male, weight: 72 kilograms, age: 26 Earth years. Far too young to be on this table. Cellular decay suggests that death occurred at approximately 23:30 hours. Preliminary cause of death: ventricular fi illation induced by an isolytic shock. The vascular system appears to have functioned as a conduit for the discharge. The musculature shows extensive necrosis along the conductive pathway. There are subcutaneous burns over approximately... 12 percent of the body. The right phalanges and metacarpus exhibit signs of multiple thermal fractures. Computer, pause. ( computer beeps) Ensign? This is not an ideal time. I wanted to say good-bye. You may find this disturbing. I've seen a body before. 15 of them on that alien ship. It's different when it's someone you know personally. I was hoping it was another one of his practical jokes. Travis called me down to Decon a few weeks ago. He said that he ought some kind of gelatinous life-form aboard. He said it might be sentient. That the Captain needed me to figure out how to communicate with it. Hmm. I don't recall that. There was no life-form. ( laughs): It was only strawberry gelatin. I told him I was going to get him back. I'm sorry. It might comfort you to know he felt very little pain. An isolytic shock instantly impairs the, uh... the nervous... That's odd. What? They're dead. All of them. Excuse me, Ensign. Anything? No. It doesn't look like Travis used the com system last night. Crewman Hayes says she passed him on his way to the Launch Bay, but they didn't speak. She said he seemed to be in quite a hurry. What's this? It's a letter... to his sister. It was on the monitor when I came in. I'm afraid there isn't much here. You mentioned something about canceling eakfast with him. That was... last week. I had to... postpone it. Have we been able to locate his parents? Subcommander T'Pol's working on it, but it could take some time. Cargo ships aren't always easy to track down. ( com beeps) Archer. It's Dr. Phlox, Captain. I need to see you right away. Did you find something? As a matter of fact, I did. This is not Ensign Mayweather. What? It's a nearly perfect replica. I've never seen a life-form duplicated in such extraordinary detail from its epidermis down to its cellular proteins. This is remarkable work. If it's so perfect, how do you know it's not him? Do you recall what happened to Crewman Fisher last month after our visit to Tessik Prime? He came down with Rigelian fever. I inoculated the entire crew to prevent an out eak. Would you mind rolling up your sleeve? The vaccine contained millions of genetically altered microbes. Most of them are still in your bloodstream. They typically survive for, oh, at least several weeks. Every one of the alien microbes in this body is dead. Couldn't they have been killed by the isolytic shock? These microbes thrive on isolytic energy. If anything, they would have multiplied. I believe that someone or something has abducted Ensign Mayweather and left this facsimile in his place. Apparently bulkheads aren't the only thing this station can replicate. It's ironic, in a way. The station can duplicate a dead human body in all its exquisite detail, yet a living, simple one-celled organism is beyond its capability. I've located Ensign Mayweather's parents. We'd better hold off. Their son may still be alive. You and Trip managed to get pretty far inside the station. How close do you think you got to the computer core? We were within 20 meters when we tripped the sensors. Think you could find a way to get past them? I believe so. Our repairs will be complete in 19 minutes. The station's expecting us to depart. Bridge to Engineering. Tucker here. Trip, have you prepared our payment? The canisters are almost ready, sir. Don't be in such a hurry. ( grunts) 200 liters of warp plasma, as promised. Please place your compensation on the transport platform. Hold on. Hold on. There's a couple of problems we need to discuss first. I'm not real happy with the quality of some of your work. You listening to me? Please place your compensation on the transport platform. I've looked at the bolt couplings you used to attach the new hull plating. I'm afraid they're not up to Starfleet specs. And the subspace amplifier you repaired? We're picking up distortion on all the high-band frequencies. Please place your compensation on the transport platform. We're not paying until we sort this out. What guarantee do I have that these duranium pins won't fly out the instant we jump to warp? Your inquiry was not recognized. ( sighs) On my world, we have an expression: The customer's always right. Maybe you should make that part of your program. I want to know how someone files a grievance around here. It's there... about five meters. ( alarm blaring) ( alarm blaring) Sounds like, uh, you've got more important things to deal with. ( alarm continues) Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. I'm detecting one human bio-sign. Are they alive? Their vital organs appear to be functioning... but they've suffered severe neurological damage. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. Their synaptic pathways have been reconfigured, integrated into the computer core. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. Captain. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. ( grunts) ( console beeping) Three of the station's arms have just clamped on to the hull. Polarize the hull plating. There's no effect. Stand by weapons. They're going off-line. The station's tapped into the ship's umbilical ports. It's overriding our command functions. Try to lock out the main computer. I can't. Our access codes have been scrambled. Sir? It's okay, Travis. We're taking you home. Right here. Archer to the Bridge. The com's down. Travis? On his way to Sick Bay. What's our status? It's been better. The station's got us by the thrusters. Impulse engines? Off-line. We're losing main power. Life support's failing. Malcolm, I think it's time we deliver our payment. It did some heavy damage, sir. Power levels are dropping. But the plasma hasn't ignited the O-2 conduits yet. It needs to reach 3,000 degrees, Malcolm. Be patient. Yes, sir. ( distant rumbling) ( console beeping) I'm reading secondary explosions throughout the station. Command functions are coming back on line. Engines? Impulse and thrusters. One of those arms is still locked onto the hull. If we don't disengage soon, we'll be incinerated. Full thrusters. It's no good. And if I fired up the impulse engines, we'd probably tear off half the saucer section. Can you launch a torpedo? At this range, sir, I wouldn't recommend it. I agree, but I don't think we have much choice. One more, Lieutenant! Get us out of here. You look pretty good for a dead guy. How you feeling? Much better, sir. Thank you. The doctor told me what happened. I'm not sure I understand. We're still trying to figure that out for ourselves. I... may be able to shed some light on the subject. It seems to be some kind of interface designed to convert neural impulses into binary code. Essentially, the station was using your ain to enhance its processing power. Why would it do that? T' The cere al cortex is the most sophisticated computer known to exist. What about all those other people? According to T'Pol's scans, most of them had been there for years. The damage to their ains was irreversible. Fortunately, you were removed before any permanent injury occurred. When can I have my Helmsman back? I'd like to observe him for another 24 hours if you don't mind. Captain's Mess, Friday morning, 0800. Don't be late. Sounds good, sir.
Starfleet didn't send us out here to humiliate ourselves. How long were we in orbit, groveling? Six days? Five, sir, and it wasn't exactly groveling. Apologizing... asking forgiveness... just because we ate lunch in front of them on our own ship, months ago. I call that groveling. They were offended. The Kreetassans manufacture plasma injectors. We need one. So we spend six days groveling... Five days. And when they finally agree to talk to us, we go down, and what do they do? They keep us waiting for 12 hours and then send us packing. No explanation, no plasma injector. Just Leave. Go back to your ship! We obviously offended them again. Maybe my hair's parted on the wrong side. I'm exhausted and I've had it with these people. ( com beep) Go ahead. The three of you are clear to go, but I'm afraid I'll need to keep Porthos for a while. What's the problem? He picked up a pathogen of some kind on the surface. Neither decon agent has been effective. What are you going to do? I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know as soon as I've run some tests. Feel better, Porthos. Doc'll have you good as new before you know it. I might even eak the no-cheese rule tonight. ( barks) Sorry, fella. You got to stay. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. We're playing with fire, Captain. It's just a matter of time before this injector gives up the ghost. You've got four more. The ship can run on four. Yeah, but it can't run on three. You know what happens at warp speed when you've only got three plasma injectors on line. What are the odds of us losing another one before we find a replacement? I'm not comfortable with four, Captain. We need five. What the hell happened down there, anyway? T'Pol thinks we insulted them again. How? You didn't eat cabbage before you left. I was a perfect gentleman. We're going to have to go somewhere else to find you your injector, Trip. These people are impossible. Their components are metallurgically sound, dependable... we could look for six months and not find anything half as compatible. You're a trained diplomat... Take the high road. There's got to be some way you can kiss and make up. I'll have T'Pol see if she can find out what we did. But I'm not promising anything. I went to Decon. I thought you were down there with Porthos. Is ev... It's all right to pet him. You'll have to use the isolation gloves. Did you run your tests? His autoimmune system is collapsing. I've isolated the pathogen, oken down its protein sequence. I can't explain it, Captain. It shouldn't be affecting him like this, but it is. So what are you doing? Running more tests. I'm sure I'll come up with something. How sure? Could this be life-threatening? It's too early to tell. Didn't we send his genome to the Kreetassans along with ours? I transmitted them myself before you left Enterprise. So shouldn't they have noticed there's a pathogen in their atmosphere that his immune system can't handle? They should have... assuming they took the time to check. I'm told I've offended these people twice. Once for eating in front of them. The second time, I don't even know what for. But if their carelessness has hurt Porthos, or God forbid, ends up killing him... they're going to find out what being offended is all about. Porthos has no intention of giving up... and neither do I. You hear that, boy? Hmm? We're all pulling for you. Did you reach them? Yes. And? I think we should discuss this in your ready room. Well? Do you recall the stand of trees outside the Hall of Diplomacy? What are you talking about? They're Alvera trees... over 300 years old. That's fascinating. Did you apologize for whatever we did wrong? Are we going to get our plasma injector? The Kreetassans consider the Alvera trees cultural treasures. Apparently Porthos urinated on one of them. And that's what they're insulted about? It is understandable. Well, maybe if they'd have bothered to read the genetic profile we sent, they'd have told us to leave the dog on the ship and then he wouldn't have had an opportunity to pee on one of their precious trees. I conveyed your sincerest apologies to the Chancellery. They're discussing possible acts of contrition. Where the hell do you get off conveying my sincerest apologies? They're the ones who should be sorry. I don't need to remind you that Commander Tucker is relying on us. There are some things more important than plasma injectors. Are you referring to your pride? I'll tell you one thing, Subcommander... if anything happens to Porthos, I'll be the one watering their Alvera trees. ( ball bounces on wall) If you were a married man, I'd be wondering if your wife had thrown you out. I just thought it might cheer Porthos up if I slept here tonight. That is, if it's all right with you. I don't think your dog is in any condition to know whether you're here or not. Well, then, maybe it'll cheer me up. Be my guest. Take your pick. How's Porthos doing? My sub-mammalian database contains no pertinent files on bugles, but, um, there's sufficient information on similar Chordata. Beagles. Yes. Let me ask you a question, Doc, just out of curiosity. Are there any dogs on your homeworld? The Denobulan lemur is highly sought after. It's not exactly a dog, but you could say it's dog-like. It has a tail, fur... most have one head. Did your medical training include any... Captain, please. You needn't be concerned. I hold six degrees in Interspecies Veterinary Medicine. I thought you were just, you know... a people doctor. As a matter of fact, I've also earned degrees in dentistry, hematology, botanical pharmacology... I'm impressed. So, how's he doing? I believe I've eliminated the pathogen. The question is whether the treatment I've devised will stabilize his autoimmune system before... Before what? In a few hours, I'll have a more detailed prognosis. Before what, Doctor? There are many harmless strains of bacteria that can become lethal when the immune system is compromised. But it is too early to be thinking about that. Hmm? Now, we should both try to get a few hours of rest. If there are any changes in his vital signs, the alarms are quite loud. Good night. I would have ought you some cheese, but Dr. Phlox wouldn't have let me give you any. ( sighs) ( electrical buzzing) ( buzzing continues) ( saw buzzing) Doctor, are you all right? I'm sorry, Captain. Did I wake you? Just trimming my toenails. They grow quite rapidly. Have to keep them groomed at least once a week. Just wanted to be sure you're okay. Thanks for your concern. Good night. ( squeaking, cage rattling) ( loud, wet scraping) ( scraping continues) ( loud chirp) ( rustling, chirping) I'm sorry, Captain. Did I wake you again? What the hell's going on? Feeding time. ( chuckles) Don't be greedy! How long was I asleep? Nearly an hour. Does this go on every night? Only when I'm here. They're very demanding when they know I'm in Sick Bay. Great. Porthos? I'll still need at least a couple of hours. Is he comfortable? He's fast asleep. I'm glad to see someone is. I'll check back in a couple hours. How's your dog? Nice of you to ask. We'll know in a couple of hours. ( beeping) ( treadmill whirs faster) ( beeping) ( treadmill whirs faster) Have you heard from your friends on the surface? Not yet. I guess they haven't finished compiling their list of punishments. They're not interested in punishing you. They only want an appropriate apology. I'm sorry! For what? Just practicing. ( beeping) ( treadmill whirs faster) ( beeping) ( treadmill whirs faster) You shouldn't have ought your dog on a diplomatic mission, especially considering we had previously offended the Kreetassans. They knew we were inging him. We even sent his genetic specs. They could have asked us to leave him behind. They didn't! Porthos has the right to a little fresh air. You're once again ignoring the consequences of your actions. What's that supposed to mean? You obviously place more importance on the quality of the air your pet eathes than on the quality of the plasma that drives your ship. What the hell does one have to do with the other? ( panting): Isn't it logical... I could... care about my ship and my dog? I'm not questioning your pluralities. I'm questioning your priorities. I really thought you were beginning to understand something about human feelings. Not when it pertains to primitive quadrupeds who haven't developed the ability to speak or to use a toilet. What's the matter? I obviously can't keep up with you. ( com beep) T'Pol. We've just received a transmission from the Kreetassans. It's their reconciliation demands. The Captain's not going to believe this. You'd be surprised, Hoshi. Captain, I didn't... It's all right, Ensign. We're on our way. ( chuckles) Well, this isn't so bad. I was sure there'd be something in here about standing on one foot with my eyes shut reciting The Night Before Christmas. I'm going back to Sick Bay... See if I can get an hour's sleep before the doctor's results come through. Let me know if this fits with your definition of an appropriate apology. Do we have a chain saw on board? ( alarm blaring) What's happening? He's gone into anaphylactic shock. His body's rejecting the treatment I selected. You said we'd know in a few hours if this would work. Exactly. It's not working. Is he going to die? Fill this with five cc's of tetrasol. It's the blue fluid, second on the right. Five cc's. Five cc's. I don't think so. What? You asked me if he was going to die. ( sighs) Are you trying a different treatment? Let me guess... we'll know in... A couple of hours, yes. How are things progressing with the Kreetassans? They've got a perfectly good plasma injector sitting on a shelf somewhere. But will they share it with us? ( chuckles) Not until I make a fool of myself by going through some series of ritual apologies. The fact that Porthos is on death's doorstep doesn't seem to bother any of them. They're the ones who should be apologizing, not me! T'Pol thinks I care more about my dog than my ship! Isn't that delightful? Why does T'Pol's opinion concern you? She's my Science Officer, my second-in-command. She should know, more than anyone aboard, how dedicated I am to this mission... To every member of my crew. You didn't answer my question. Porthos has one paw in beagle heaven because these jerks didn't bother to look at his genetic profile. Am I supposed to ignore that? I would think you'd be more interested in Commander Tucker's opinion. You've known him for many years, if I'm not mistaken. It would be nice to have all five plasma injectors working, but it's not essential. We can do fine with four. And the fifth one just started to act up. We might get another ten light-years out of it. Have you considered that your anger may encompass more than just Porthos and the Kreetassans? What? How long has it been since you were intimate with a woman? What?! How long has it been... I heard you! I suppose you're going to tell me you have a degree in psychiatry, too. Absolutely. Uh-uh. No way. Not a chance. Porthos is the only patient you're treating right now. You got that? Let me know if there's any change. ( sighs) Why haven't you adjusted your time to our capital city? I apologize. We weren't aware that it was required. It isn't a requirement. It is simply a courtesy... Something your species doesn't seem to understand. I'll explain it to the Captain immediately. You might also explain to your Captain that it's been nearly three hours since he received our transmission. If he has the slightest hope of acquiring any technology from us, he'd be wise to pay us the courtesy of responding. I understand. I'll... I'll let him know. Taa ke mai loo! ( squeaking) Bak! See rem tahlaa! Treyst Berat kara tok ah see! Keep your head down! No matter what I do to secure her cage, she always finds a way to get out. ( sighs) ( squeaking) ( guttural hooting) ( squeaking angrily) ( grunting) ( grunts) Oh! I thought you said your bat was supposed to be terrified of that thing. It should have been. Pyrithian Moon Hawks eat these bats. ( groans) Oh, I know I got the silhouette right. And I mastered the call... years ago. ( coos softly) ( groans) That stuff isn't poisonous, is it? Nah, I'll be fine. What now? We need to find her before we can catch her. She'll stay up high. Have you thought any more about why T'Pol's opinion is so important to you? It's 2:30 in the morning and I'm hunting an escaped bat. That's all I'm thinking about right now, Doctor. That and Porthos. Sexual tension, Captain. There's no doubt in my mind. By the air duct. Do you see it? That's just the filter acket. For the past few months I've noticed increasing friction between you and the Subcommander. You must understand that I'm trained to observe these things. With all due respect to your training, you're wrong. T'Pol and I have been getting along just fine. So, let it alone. When one person believes their sexual attraction toward another is inappropriate, they often exhibit unexpected behavior. Such as inordinate anger toward comparisons made between their ship and their beagle. ( sighs) Listen, Doc... ( gasps) There's no sexual attraction. She's coming back down! ( both grunting) Watch out! Watch out! Don't let her in the corridor! Hey, are you all right? What are they trying to do to you? ( sighs) The Kreetassans called, sir. What for? They're anxious to get your response to their last transmission. It's the middle of the night. They also suggested that we should synchronize our time to their capital city. Did they? It's not a requirement, sir, just a courtesy. Thank you, Ensign. How's Porthos? I'll let you know in a couple of hours. Everything okay? Nothing new. I'll stay with him. Thanks. Unless you'd like to continue our discussion regarding Subcommander T'Pol. We are gathered here today to bid a final farewell to a faithful and kind colleague. A friend who would never hesitate to offer his paw in exchange for a simple smile or a slice of cheese. Like his namesake, this quadruped believed we should stand together: All for one and one for all. When one person believes their sexual attraction toward another is inappropriate, they often exhibit unexpected behavior. ( com beeps) Go ahead. Hoshi, you and the dog are clear to go. But I'm afraid I'll need to keep the other two for a while. What's the problem? You both picked up a pathogen on the surface. We'll have to try another decon agent. Feel better. Tell me, Captain, have you thought any more about why T'Pol's opinion is so important to you? How long has it been since you were intimate with a woman? I dreamt... Porthos died. Let's hope your dream wasn't prophetic. Any indication on how your second treatment's doing? It doesn't appear to be doing very well. An old girlfriend's mother had this beagle I was crazy about. Even after her daughter and I oke up, we stayed in touch. When the dog got pregnant, I was the first one she called. Four males in the litter... the four Musketeers. I've had Porthos since he was six weeks old. I grew up with dogs. Can't remember not having one. You have any pets when you were a kid? My people don't keep pets. I thought you said something about... the Denobulan lemur being highly sought after. Well, very much so. Their kidneys are considered a great delicacy. I thought you might be hungry. How very kind. Was there something on their list about apologizing on a full stomach? You read the Kreetassan's document. Sorry. Sorry, I'm a little on edge. I haven't slept very much, but I'm doing the east I... the best I can. Hmm... I understand. Ensign Sato and I have oken down the reconciliation demands into specific categories. If you're interested in reviewing them... My only concern right now is Porthos. I'm sorry to have interrupted. No... No, it... i-it's okay. When you get back to the Bridge, why don't you send me your lips. Lisp... List! Two Pillarian slips within 30 seconds. Interesting. ( alarm bleeping) What are you doing? My treatment was effective. At least partially. His immune system is stabilizing, but his pituitary gland was severely damaged. It's all but disintegrated. Bring me the small gray cage on the second shelf. The one with the blue top. What's in here? A Calrissian chameleon. Fill this for me. I'll need to alter its DNA to avoid rejection, but its pituitary gland should be compatible with your dog's. You're going to perform a transplant from a lizard? Unless you have a better suggestion. It's a shame, actually. The chameleon secretes a rare toxin that's very useful in treating respiratory infections. She's the last one I have. What's the tank for? I'll need to super-hydrate the canine in order to minimize the shock to his pulmonary system. You're going to drown my dog? Only for an hour, Captain. There should be no problem resuscitating him once the surgery's complete. How many times have you done this before? ( water running) Never. Has anyone done this before? Not to my knowledge. You know, this isn't some guinea pig you're working on here. This is Porthos, my beagle. My pal. And from what you're telling me, the closest thing your people have to pets are furry little things that go well with onions. Perhaps you're right, Captain. Perhaps I'm insensitive to the bond between you and your subservient quadruped. I'll leave the procedure up to you. But whatever your decision, make it quickly. Just for the sake of argument, let's say that some of my anger toward T'Pol had a component of sexual tension to it. I'm not saying it does, but just for the sake of argument. Yes? What do you mean, Yes? You're the psychiatrist. What am I supposed to do about it? Am I supposed to ignore it? Am I supposed to... say something to her? Neither. Neither? If you were ignoring it, you obviously wouldn't be seeking my opinion, especially under these circumstances. As for discussing it with the Subcommander, that's entirely up to you, but I can't imagine an outcome that would do anything but make matters worse. Pass me the auto-suture, please. The yellow one. When will we know if the transplant's working? One step at a time. First we need to resuscitate him. So I can't ignore it, and I can't talk about it. What do you suggest I do? Be aware of it, Captain. Simply be aware of it. You'd be surprised what a difference that'll make. Lower the fluidic temperature 12 degrees. If Porthos pulls through, will he need a special diet or treatments having a chameleon's pituitary gland? You may have trouble finding him. He'll have the ability to blend into his background when frightened. You're kidding. Yes, I am. ( quiet laugh) Does your expertise on sexual tension come from professional training or firsthand experience? I do have three wives. And they each have...? Two husbands besides myself. Sounds very complicated. Very. Why else be polygamous? So, these three wives... Each have three husbands. A total of 720 relationships, 42 of which have romantic possibilities. You told me you had five children. How many are there in this whole extended family? 31, at last count. You must miss them. You've been away for over two years. I'm ready for the synaptic inductor. The small blue one. My children all left the nest years ago, Captain. I would have never guessed. You don't look that old. I'll take that as a compliment. My two daughters, I'm proud to say, followed in my footsteps. One's a surgeon, the other's a biochemist. How about the other three? My eldest son's an artist... A potter, actually. He lives in the same town as his mother. Creates beautiful things. And the other two? My two younger sons and I never saw eye-to-eye. I'm afraid we haven't spoken in, uh... quite some time. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... It's perfectly all right. You asked me if I missed them. The answer is yes. Every one of them... The children, the wives, even the other husbands. But we Denobulans live a long time, Captain, and right now, there is nowhere I'd rather be than serving with the Interspecies Medical Exchange aboard this wonderful vessel of yours. Listen, Doc, however this turns out, I want to apologize for accusing you of being insensitive before. As I recall, you accused my entire species of being insensitive. Then I apologize to you and all your fellow Denobulans. Well, I can't speak for the others, but on behalf of myself, I accept. And to think... T'Pol told me you were incapable of apologizing. pranab boko oor-tah. Deelos takaa... seely estos oor-rah. Tenvla nikot pranab boko oor-tah. Deelos takaa seely estos oor-rah. Tenvla nikot pranab boko oor-tah. ( door chimes) Come in. Subcommander. Mr. Tucker reports that the new plasma injector is operating well within Starfleet parameters. Did he tell you they gave us two spares out of the kindness of their hearts? Evidently, the finesse you exhibited outside the Hall of Diplomacy was appreciated. Since I've been getting so much practice giving apologies, I thought I might give you one. That's not necessary. Yeah, it is. I've been under a lot of stress... lately. I haven't gotten much sleep. My dog... There's no need to apologize. Whatever friction there's been between us, I'd like to try to minimize it. Friction is to be expected whenever people work in close quarters for extended periods of time. I guess that's always been true. Especially when the people... are of the opposite sex. Then it's good that you're my superior officer. That we're not in a position to allow ourselves to become attracted to one another... hypothetically. If we were, the friction that you speak of could be much more... problematic. No apologies, Captain. I promise. I hear things went very well on the surface. I doubt I would have even gone down there if it hadn't been for you, Doc. I owe you one. You'll be pleased to know that, while you were gone, things went very well up here, too. The transplant? Not the slightest sign of rejection. Can I see him? By all means. Hey. It's been one hell of a night, hasn't it? How soon can he leave? Now's as good a time as any. But he's... Unconscious? Nonsense. He's just asleep. Porthos. ( tapping) Come on, boy. Yeah. We're going home. Sick Bay's all yours. You're welcome back anytime, Captain.
( distant voices) Bring them to me. Yeah. We have two types. MALE 2: I'm on it. Down 22 percent. Tell him. ( distant boom) Is it them? I don't know. No. It's not their ship. It's someone else. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. My name is Captain Archer from the Starship Enterprise. We tried to hail you, but there was no response. Our communications are down. That must make it difficult to do business. A Kreetassan merchant told us this was a deuterium facility. He was correct. Our ship took some damage a few weeks ago. We lost most of our reserves. I'm sorry, but we can't help you. Two of our pumps are off-line. You'll have to return later in the season. Our supply will be gone in less than two weeks. There's nothing we can do. Are you certain? You seem to have a large inventory. Our sensors showed over 80,000 liters. You scanned our tanks? I apologize, but when you didn't respond to our hails... You sure you couldn't spare a few hundred liters? We're holding that for someone else. Come back at the end of the season. I'm sure we'll be able to accommodate you. Do you have any experience repairing extraction pumps? Not specifically, but... I could grab some tools and take a look. If we get those pumps operating, we can make our quota. It seems that there might be an opportunity for us to help each other. Follow me. Boom! Boom! ( imitating weapons fire) ( alarm bleeping) ( gasps) ( alarm stops) What are you doing in my chair? Um... I-I didn't touch anything. I just like to look inside the ships that come here. You should have asked. You might have said no. Well... what do you think? Well, it's a little small and your thruster controls are hard to reach. Oh. Well, maybe you need longer arms. How fast can it go? She's designed for one-quarter impulse, but, uh... I've been able to squeeze a little more out of her. You're a pilot? Engineer. Commander Trip Tucker. Q'ell. Nice to meet you. Could you teach me how to fly it? I can drive the crawler that we use to move our drill rigs. Tell you what... I'll be heading back up to the ship later. You can come along if it's all right with your folks. I'll give you a tour. Really?! Two power cells. We need six. We can't spare that many. Maybe three. Do you have any idea how much labor it takes to refine a liter of deuterium? Actually... no. I'd enjoy seeing how your facility works. We have three months of good weather, Captain. Three months to pump all the deuterium we can before the winter. We don't have time to give tours. Five power cells for 200 liters. I can't do any better. Our medical stores are running low. Four power cells... and whatever medical supplies we can spare. All right. But only if you can repair our pumps. Commander Tucker and his team will do the best they can. I expect you to leave orbit in two days. If the pumps are working, you'll leave with your deuterium. If not, you'll leave without it. Are we agreed? Agreed. It's yours, if you'd like it. I wouldn't know what to feed it. Her needs are modest. A nutrient oth every three or four days. Less often when she's working. Working? She'll ingest a little blood while she's healing an injured artery. Thank you, but I'll just take some vascular adhesive. Try this, hmm? Instead. An auto-suture. Mmm! I'm surprised you don't have one. This is a very expensive piece of equipment. I can't... Nonsense. Please. Cardio-stimulator, neural shock kit... I had no idea processing deuterium was such a dangerous business. It can be. I've, uh... only heard of hexatriol being used to treat serious plasma burns. Deuterium can burn almost as hot as plasma when it's ignited. I hope you won't need it. Is there something wrong? No. I'd better get back. Of course. Thank you again. You've been to other colonies that trade deuterium, haven't you? T' Several. Are they all this rustic? Not usually. Their equipment's falling apart. Half these structures look like they're about to collapse. Phlox tells me they don't even have basic medical supplies. Deuterium is a highly valuable commodity. You'd think these people would be better off. We're here to trade with them... Not judge their living conditions. Then why do they need us to finish fixing their pumps in two days? What's the hurry? ( console beeping) Lieutenant, a ship just dropped out of warp. 600,000 kilometers and closing. I see it. It's probably more deuterium customers. I'm reading 12 bio-signs... all Klingon. You'll want to keep an eye on those phase-inverters. They tend to depolarize. ( intercom buzzing) Pump Six. Korok's ship is entering orbit. I thought we had three more days. Secure the pumps. Get everyone inside. Some kind of trouble? Help me close these induction valves. What's going on? Who's Korok? They must realize that you trade with other ships. They believe that we have an exclusive arrangement. If they think anyone's been here before them, they get very angry. Please... don't get involved. We'll talk to them. Archer to Enterprise. Go ahead, Captain. Have the Klingons detected Enterprise yet? No indication, sir. Travis, adjust your orbit. Keep Enterprise out of sight. Aye, sir. My old friend. ( raspy chuckle) We weren't expecting you so soon. We've had trouble with two of our pumps. My crew's hungry. Let's have food and drink. Then we'll discuss business. Your deuterium... we don't have all of it. We did our best, but we need more time. ( indistinct conversation) Can you make out what they're saying? Tessic is explaining that their yield isn't what they'd hoped. Good ears. Without those pumps, we couldn't operate at full capacity. I sense what you're about to say is not going to make me happy. We can give you 80,000 liters. If you'll give us one more week, we'll have the rest. You've had enough time. We'll take all of it. Now. We don't have it. I told you, two pumps were down. They all appear to be working. We were just able to repair them. You're lying! Leave him alone. You'll get your deuterium. Wait, please. I can get deuterium anywhere. I come here because I like you... when you show me hospitality and respect. You take everything we own and you want us to respect you. I'll give you four days. Have it all ready. Hijol! Let's get him inside. So this is your exclusive arrangement? It's not your concern. How long have these bullies been pushing you around? Five seasons. They take all the first yield deuterium we can extract. Hold still. After they leave, we manage to pull a few thousand liters out of the deep strata, but it takes weeks and it's so full of impurities we can barely refine it. It still ings in a decent price. We make enough to get through the winter. Barely. Have you tried contacting your homeworld? It's too far away. You must have weapons... some way to defend yourselves. How many of them are there? Usually seven. Seven?! You've got them outnumbered nine or ten to one. You've never seen a Klingon in battle, have you? We tried to stand up to them once... three seasons ago. Five of us died fighting them. And then they killed three more... to prove their point. One of them was his father. Maybe there's something we can do. Just take your 200 liters and go. If you're here when they come back... they'll kill you. Mr. Reed. The Klingon ship's gone to warp, sir. I'm sending a shuttlepod down. We'll be at the landing site. I'll catch up with you later, Captain. Sorry I never got to give you that tour. I once saw a Kellenite ship with cannons and torpedoes. Most big ships carry weapons. Like Enterprise. Yeah, like Enterprise. You could have fought the Klingons. Beaten them. Maybe. Why didn't you try? It's not that simple. ( door chimes) Come in. The deuterium's been stowed. 200 liters. Should I instruct Ensign Mayweather to eak orbit? So that's it? We just take our deuterium and leave? They work their asses off to provide for their families, and then the Klingons just stroll in and rob them blind. Does that seem right to you? Malcolm tells me that Klingon ship isn't much more than a freighter. I'd lay odds they're no match for Enterprise. And if they withdraw? What will keep them from coming back after we've gone? We could try to contact the Klingon High Council. We saved Klaang from the Suliban. We pulled one of their battle cruisers out of a gas giant. I say they owe us a favor. I doubt these marauders answer to the High Council. I already know where Vulcans stand on interfering with other cultures, but this isn't a culture. 76 settlers are being preyed upon. If this were an Earth colony, I'd be grateful if someone showed up to give me a hand. Captain, this may surprise you... but I agree. However... short of killing the Klingons, any action we take will only make the situation worse. I just... hate the idea of turning our backs. ( grunts) Need a hand? Control arm is jammed. I could use some help with the release valve. Okay. Turn it to the left. This one? Thought you'd be off charting your next start system by now. Sometimes I have a bad habit of overstaying my welcome. Well, you obviously didn't come down here in the middle of the night to help me with this crawler. Seems to me, this crawler's the least of your problems. We've been through this before. It's not your concern. Give it another turn. You said they've been coming here for what... Five seasons? How much longer do you plan on letting this go on... Another five? That's good. Leave it there. Reconnect this coolant line. The intake's above your head. I had a talk with my Tactical Officer. We're confident you have the ability to defend yourselves. We already tried. There are eight people buried not far from here who can attest to that. It would be different this time. We would help you prepare. I don't want your help. I'm responsible for my people, not you. They put their trust in me. They depend on me. I'm supposed to protect them! Look at me... I can barely keep this crawler running. You say you and your Tactical Officer want to help us. Even if you do, once you're gone we'll be alone again, waiting for them to come back. There's a saying on my world: Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach him to fish, and he eats for a lifetime. I was hoping for a bit more to work with. They do a decent job keeping the shib'a lizards from chewing on the power couplings. With a few modifications, these should be effective against more than lizards. You must have a well-stocked armory on board Enterprise. But this battle won't be won with firepower. Deception and surprise can be just as potent as ute force. Klingons are aggressive warriors, but their tactics are crude. They're slow to adapt to changing circumstances. This all sounds very ambitious. What exactly are you expecting us to do? You're going to lure them into a trap. What kind of trap? A very hot one. The deuterium in those wellheads... How much pressure is it under? 3,000, 4,000 millibars? Five. Should create some interesting fireworks. You'll never get the Klingons near that deuterium field. They know it isn't safe. They may be crude, but they're not fools. That's where deception and surprise come in. Did you ing the map I asked you for? It's right here. The structures in the colony... They're mostly modular, right? They're all modular. Most deuterium fields are depleted within three or four years at most. Forces us to be itinerant. So you're saying you could relocate these buildings in a relatively short time. It depends. Where are you suggesting we relocate them? About 50 meters to the south, right here. What good would that do? The terrain there is no different than where the town is now. That's what we're counting on. If we can move the structures and the rigs, everything should look pretty much like it did yesterday. Everything except the wellheads. They'll have to be capped off and camouflaged. We can do that. The gullies on this hillside... Are they deep enough to hide in? If you keep your head down. We'll shuttle small groups to Enterprise for whatever training we have time for, preferably people who have experience with weapons. We've got three days. We should get to work. What are we waiting for? One more meter. Okay, shut her down. You ready? And begin. ( target buzzing at each miss) Shib'a lizards don't move that fast. Do you mind, Lieutenant? I can see your finger tensing on the trigger before you fire. It's throwing off your aim. I used to make the same mistake. Keep your eye on the target and don't squeeze the trigger until you have a clear shot. ( target beeping at each hit) Try again. I think the table was a little bit to the left. ( weary chuckle) Thanks. How are things going with the pumps? It'll be tomorrow before they're all in place. We've started capping off the heads. Let me know... I got it. Thanks. If you need more people. I rigged two ignition sequences. The perimeter and the center are on separate circuits. I thought taking the town apart was tough. But putting it back together... This plan is a long shot... isn't it? You think it's a mistake? I didn't say that. I've never liked bullies, Trip. Not on Earth... and not out here. Klingons carry disrupters, but they prefer to use bladed weapons in combat, the two most common being the bat'leth, a curved, bilateral sword, and the mek'leth, a two-pronged dagger. The bat'leth can decapitate its victim with one stroke, while the mek'leth is typically used to slash the throat or disembowel. I cannot teach you to defend yourselves against these weapons. The Vulcan martial art, Suus Mahna, takes years to master. However, I can teach you a simple evasive technique. Ensign Mayweather. Since I don't have a bat'leth, this will have to suffice. Try to strike me. You won't hurt me. It's not you that I'm worried about. That was called the Navorkot. It isn't difficult to learn. Who would like to try first? Thanks. Lieutenant Reed said I'd have to hide in the canyons when the Klingons come back. He doesn't want you to get hurt. But I want to help. I can shoot a shib'a lizard from 40 meters. Malcolm's got this rule: You've got to be taller than the gun to use it. I don't want to hide. ( sighs) Well... shooting at a lizard is a whole lot different than shooting at a person and, uh... lizards don't shoot back. When those Klingons show up... I want you to do exactly what Lieutenant Reed says. Understood? Yes, sir. ( targets beeping) We had a little trouble moving one of the pumps... but it's in place now. We're ready. I just hope everyone survives this. Your people as well as mine. We left Earth just over a year ago... to explore... to meet people like you. We'd only been out of Spacedock for three days when we found ourselves in a... full-fledged firefight with some pretty nasty characters called the Suliban. I got shot in the leg. Just before I passed out, I remember thinking, This isn't what I signed up for. I should be mapping star clusters or making first contact with friendly species. But when those Suliban started firing at my crew, I knew I didn't have any choice but to fight back. I'm not ashamed to admit I was nervous. I'm nervous now. But I know... we can do this. ( communicator beeps) Archer. The Klingon ship just dropped out of warp, Captain. Acknowledged. Listen. What? The pumps... they're silent. Where's your hospitality? This is no way to treat your friends. ( fires two shots) Show yourselves! Tu'chaH! HI-qem chaH! daH! ( metallic squeak) ( squawking) ( yells) ( grunts) ( speaking Klingon) This will cost you more than deuterium! Pahtk! Ugh! Ah! ( screaming) ( weapon firing) ( fa ic flaps) ( clearing throat) ( grunts) ( indistinct Klingon) ( shots firing) T' Hey! Come on. There. What are you doing? You'll kill us all. Those wellheads, they're under great pressure. If you ignite them, you'll incinerate the whole town. They're making fools of us. They're hiding in the dirt like targ. Gorat kA. They'll learn to show us respect. We'll kill another four. Perhaps the boy as well. Captain. They're too far south. We've got to get them to move 50 meters to our left. Everybody, this way. Pa'chaH So'! Il-Qot lam parHa' Oogh! JoH. Im toroq' A little farther. This is good. A few more meters. ( metallic clang) This shouldn't be here. Now. They're all yours, Tessic. Korok! I wouldn't do that. There's two more wellheads by your feet. Leave here now or we'll ignite them. Pahtk. You'll live to regret this. If you're thinking about coming back, I wouldn't advise it. We'll be ready. We're not afraid of you anymore. We can find deuterium anywhere. Yours isn't fit for a garbage scow. Hijol! ( yelling and laughing) ( cheering) Unless you're planning to join Starfleet, I'm afraid you'll have to give up that chair. I wish you didn't have to leave. Yeah, that's one of the tough things about my job... saying good-bye to people like you and your friends. Oh. Almost forgot. Schematics for Enterprise. You said you like to look at starships. This one'll knock your socks off. Thanks. Do you think you'll come back? ( sighs) Who knows? Our engines need a lot of deuterium. There must be over a thousand liters here. 2,000. Our deal was for 200. Our deal was for power cells, medical supplies and repair work. You provided us with much more than that. Besides, we seem to have a surplus for the moment. Give your crew our thanks. Have a good season.
( console beeps) Subcommander? Yes? Did I wake you? It's all right. Is something wrong? We've located Menos. Where? Less than three days from your present location. Are you certain it's him? Yes. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Come in. Good morning. Captain. Toast? No, thank you. What can I do for you? Admiral Forrest will be calling you this afternoon, sir. Oh, really? ( laughing): And how would you know that? I was contacted by the Vulcan High Command last night. They've requested my services regarding a matter of security. And they've already asked Admiral Forrest? He should be contacting you this afternoon. A matter of security? The Admiral will inform you that Enterprise will be asked to alter course to the Pernaia system where I will need a shuttlepod and a pilot for three to five days. You didn't answer my question. What kind of matter of security? A Vulcan ship will rendezvous with the shuttlepod when my mission is completed. They're sending you to get somebody... somebody you'll be handing over to the Vulcans. Why you? Admiral Forrest will be contacting you this afternoon. Thanks for being so enlightening. Dismissed. Captain's Log, supplemental. As anticipated, I was contacted by Admiral Forrest who has ordered us to accommodate the Vulcans' request. Did you find the coordinates? Pernaia Prime. Yes, sir. Set a course. When we arrive, you'll be piloting the shuttlepod. Where exactly will we be going? Somewhere in the Pernaia system, no doubt. As far as the exact location, Admiral Forrest doesn't even know that. Seems the Subcommander's on a highly classified mission. Is this Pernaia Prime inhabited? The Vulcan database says it has a methane-based atmosphere. So, she's going to another planet in the system. ( laughs) Are we supposed to play some kind of guessing game? No. We're supposed to wait at Pernaia Prime for T'Pol and Travis to finish their mission. And do what in the meantime? I could use a few days to recali ate the torpedo launchers. I could polish all the handles and rails in Engineering. I guess I could... purge the impulse reactors. It's only for a few days. We've got plenty to keep ourselves busy. Is there anything specific you and Travis are going to need? Cold-weather gear. Restraints and phase-pistols. ( crowd cheering) ( door chimes) Come in. If the Vulcan High Command doesn't approve of the water polo match I'm watching, I'd be happy to find another. Your orders to ing me to Pernaia came from Starfleet, not the High Command. What can I do for you? I have a personal matter I'd like to discuss. ( crowd cheering) ( shuts off polo match) Before I joined the Science Directorate, I was assigned to the Ministry of Security. I was trained in reconnaissance and retrieval. Move over, Porthos. Let the lady sit down. Sounds like this is going to be good. Come on, sit down. How long ago are we talking about? I completed my training 17 years ago. Go ahead. Are you familiar with a planet called Agaron? They're close allies with the Vulcans, right? Not always. Agaron was a very corrupt world. When their leaders were first trying to forge an alliance with Vulcan, they asked for our assistance. That was nearly 30 years ago. Hundreds of our agents were surgically altered and sent to infiltrate the most criminal factions of Agaron society. Eventually, they were instrumental in the overthrow of those factions. You're not going to tell me... you're one of those agents. I'm not that old, Captain. After the alliance was formalized, the Vulcan agents were recalled. They all returned voluntarily... all but 19. I guess even Vulcans can fall prey to temptation. The Ministry of Security sent a team of newly-trained operatives to retrieve them. I was only able to apprehend five of the six fugitives assigned to me. So, tomorrow, you get to pick up number six. Why couldn't someone else do it? Why you? The Ministry considers it a matter of honor. How very Vulcan. So... why have you decided to tell me all this? I'd like you to come with me. What? The man I'm being sent to apprehend is extremely dangerous. It would be wise for me to have assistance. You said there's a Vulcan ship coming. I'm sure they can provide all the assistance you'll need. I'd prefer it if you'd come with me, Captain. Why? I need to be with someone I can trust. If you don't wish to help me... I understand. Good night. What's his name? The man we're going to apprehend. Menos. See you in the morning. If you agreed to go with her, you must know something about what she's up to. We'll be back in three to five days, Trip. If that Vulcan ship comes snooping around... the last thing you want to tell them is that I'm with T'Pol. Why's that? Why would you being with her be a problem to them? Three to five days, Trip. Come on, Captain. Last night, you were just as frustrated as I was about having to sit on your hands while she goes off and does... whatever it is she's going off to do. This isn't just a case of curiosity, but what if you get hurt, kidnapped? You put me in charge of this ship. You won't tell me where you're going? How am I supposed to be a good temporary captain if I don't know where my people are? Tell me that. She's got some unfinished business, Trip. I'm not sure why, but she needs me to go along. We'll be okay. There are a lot of definitions of unfinished business. Could you be a little more specific? You're in charge, Commander. Have you given Travis the coordinates? Yes. Have fun. T' Before he was sent to Agaron, the dorsal lobes of his ears were surgically altered. The ridge on his forehead was added sometime afterward. Why didn't he want to come home? He was assigned to infiltrate a cell of smugglers. He learned their craft. He became very proficient at it, amassed a large fortune. Smuggling what? Synthetic bio-toxins used to manufacture transgenic weapons. I spent three months trying to find him. He used his wealth wisely. Whenever I'd get close, I'd find he'd left a day or two before. You never found him? Only once, on Risa. They thought they were invulnerable. They? He. He thought he was invulnerable there, that no one would think to look for him on such a peaceful place. What happened? I got very close... 20 meters... maybe ten. ( panting) T'Pol? I never found him again. No one did... not until now. ( beeping) He's here. Where? Within 30 meters. If he sees T'Pol, he may try to get to his ship. ( coins clattering) ( grunts in irritation) He saw me. Which way? I'm not certain. ( whistles) ( shots firing) ( shot fires) ( grunts) Soljas eekoss! I couldn't agree more. Don't move. You have no jurisdiction here. Follow me. ( door chimes) Come in. Gentlemen, come in. Glad you could join me. Water polo? Very exciting sport. You should learn more about it. Please, sit down. I had Chef prepare a special lunch... Bangers and mash for you and, uh, Denobulan sausage for the doctor. Very nice. Are you sure the Captain wouldn't have a problem with you using his dining room? Well, Acting Captain, Captain's Mess... I don't see a problem. Thank you, Crewman. Enjoy. Thank you. Oh, I detected a lymphatic virus on board this morning. Most likely it sneaked in with one of the, uh, deuterium canisters. We should probably inoculate the crew. Why didn't the bio-scanners detect it? Well, it's a very reliable device, but it's not perfect. The inoculation does have some, um, side effects. What kind of side effects? Mm, headache, nausea, diarrhea, but they would subside in a day or two. Do I have your, uh... permission? I'd hate to be responsible for giving the crew the... the runs. Maybe you should wait till the Captain gets back. I'm afraid the virus will have spread by then. I really need an answer today. ( sighs) Why don't I get back to you later, Doc? Not, uh, too much later, hmm? While we're on the subject of approvals, I promised Captain Archer that I'd recali ate the torpedo launchers. I'll need to divert computer access from Main Engineering. That would mean we'd have to power down the warp core. It'll only be for a day. We're not exactly going anywhere. Well, we're also not at war. I'm just not comfortable taking the engines off-line right now. Is that the Chief Engineer talking... or the Acting Captain? ( sighs) Let me get back to you. ( com beeps) Tucker. We were just hailed by the Vulcan ship Nyran, sir. It's approaching the system at high warp. They're asking to speak with Captain Archer. Tell them, um... the Captain's indisposed at the moment. He'll get back to them in a little while. Yes, sir. The Captain said not to tell the Vulcans he went with T'Pol. He was, um... he was very emphatic about that. It's going to be difficult to convince them he's, uh, indisposed for the next four days. ( com beeps) Go ahead. Captain Tavek says he has a message from Admiral Forrest. He seems very anxious to speak with Captain Archer. What shall I tell him? I'll get back to you. ( sighs) Your warrant is valid, but you won't be able to take him... not for at least four hours. We've begun thermalizing the landing deck. We just need to get him to our ship. There's a half centimeter of xylathoric acid on that deck. I wouldn't recommend it, not if you value those pretty feet of yours. Do you have somewhere we can put him until we leave? Does this look like a prison to you? Any one of these people could be working with him. The Ministry of Security was very clear about that. He works alone. I haven't always. ( panting) You're human. And you as well. They wanted to rehabilitate me. Bring me home... flatten my forehead and re-point my ears. They wanted to teach me to forget the life they had taught me so carefully how to live. They assumed I had become corrupt and that, left to my own devices, I would remain corrupt. Three years in a Vulcan clinic. Rehabilitation. Can you blame me for running? ( sighs) I'm not a thief. I'm not a smuggler. I never was. I worked with smugglers. I worked very close with them for a long time. It's what I had been trained to do. Do you know how I've survived the last 20 years? How I've fed my family? I haul spent warp injector casings... Not a very popular occupation but a necessary one. A doctor on Andoria says that my hemolytic cell count is over 3,000. You don't find too many old men hauling spent injector casings. Uh... in my left front pocket, if you don't mind. I wouldn't. It may be a weapon. It's a hologram... of my family. It won't hurt you. The injector casings are going to take me away from them soon enough. I don't want to die in a Vulcan prison. The information that I was given says that you buy high-grade bio-toxins and sell them to anyone who will meet your price. If all of the Ministry's reports about me were true, I could easily shape-shift and slip out of these restraints or sprout wings and fly to my ship. Why should she believe a fugitive and not her own government? Because her government sent 109 agents to Agaron 30 years ago and they want all 109 accounted for, right or wrong, dead or alive. If you're innocent, I'm sure you'll be given a chance to defend yourself. Well, I'm guilty. I'm guilty of not returning when I was told to. I'm innocent of selling bio-toxins, but I'm guilty of being a fugitive. But I don't deserve to go to prison and I don't deserve to be shot. We're here to take you to Vulcan. No one's going to shoot you. What about her? ( panting) You're a liar. T'Pol! What are you doing? T'Pol? He's not telling the truth. Where the hell are you going? T'Pol! He says he has a ship full of injector casings. But the platform's covered with acid. ( panting) ( panting) ( grunting) Jossen! You're sure? There's no record of them ever having spoken, but I can't be certain. Has he ever been to Earth? If he has, the Vulcan database doesn't mention it. Well, I hope they haven't put Starfleet yearbook photos into that database. Oh... let's get this over with. Captain Tavek, is there... something I can do for you? Captain Archer? Yes? Is there a problem? You seem very young for a Starfleet captain. Healthy living. You have a message from Admiral Forrest? I'm not certain what this means, but the Admiral asked me to inform you that... Cal beat Stanford, seven to three. I'll be sure to tell him. Tell who? Um, I'm afraid it's confidential. Thank you for relaying the message. Archer out. ( sighs) That wasn't too smart. You could have been hurt. What did you find? Spent injector casings. You'll have to go through Decon when we get back. I want to speak to Menos alone. Would you allow me to do that? Come on, Travis. Let's see if we can find something to eat. ( grunts) ( sighs) Who is Jossen? You didn't find what you were looking for, did you? Who is Jossen? If this is your idea of humor... Tell me who he is. Jossen was no different than me. He didn't want to be rehabilitated, either. Where did I meet him? Meet him? On Risa. Jossen and I were on Risa in the Tropical Zone. We were innocent of the crimes the Ministry had accused us of, but we were running all the same. Why do you want me to tell you things you already know? You're telling me lies. No. The truth. I followed you to Risa; no one else. I ibed the Tellarite transport Captain who ought you there. He told me exactly where to find you. I wasn't looking for anyone else. Then why are you asking me about Jossen? He never hurt anyone. He didn't deserve to be hunted down like an animal. ( shot fires) I killed him. Yes. And he didn't deserve to be killed. He was an innocent man, just like I am. You really don't remember. How is that possible? Why did you kill him? He never would have hurt you. Stop talking. You're a Vulcan. You're trained to repress the emotion of killing, not the memory of the act. ( screams) I said stop talking! Look what it's done to you... Taking an innocent life. Bringing me back to Vulcan will be no different. You'll be destroying another life. How will that affect you? Will you conveniently forget what you're about to do to me? Where's Menos? Get back over there. Aye, sir. What happened? There were seven. Seven what? I was sent to ing back seven fugitives, not six. I don't understand. Menos had a partner... or a friend, I'm not sure. His name was Jossen. I followed them both to Risa, not just Menos. The day I told you I saw Menos and lost him, I saw Jossen as well. They tried to escape. Jossen fell to the ground. He began to reach for his weapon. But you fired first? I had forgotten all of it... until today. How? Have you heard of the Fullara? No. It's an obsolete Vulcan ritual where the memory of an event is repressed along with the emotions associated with it. And you had this... Fullara. This Fullara ritual performed? When I returned to Vulcan, I was... unsettled. I resigned my position with the Ministry and sought guidance at the Sanctuary of P'Jem. For months, one of the Elders worked with me to control the guilt, to... restrain the despair of having taken a life, but the feelings remained. Why would you feel guilty if this... Jossen was about to fire at you? I suppose I was never certain what his intentions were. The Elder had no choice but to perform the ritual. When I left the Sanctuary, I didn't remember anything about Jossen or the Fullara. When did it start coming back? When the first call came in about this new mission. Maybe that's why I wanted you with me. What if Jossen wasn't a smuggler? What if he was innocent? Then it wouldn't have mattered whether he intended to use that weapon or not. That doesn't make any sense. What's Menos been telling you? Menos's ship was filled with injector casings, nothing else. He has a family. Our scans should be able to confirm if he's dying of radiation poisoning. What's he been telling you? ( yelling) ( all yelling) He kicked over the table! And you claim you're a peaceful man. Ironic, isn't it? Burning to death on a frozen moon? But I'd rather die here than be ought back and punished for crimes I never committed. T'Pol! Refasten them. Move! Where's Menos? Travis! Come on. Where's his ship? Your mission is to return him to Vulcan, not determine whether he's guilty or innocent. Where's his ship? He's not aboard. Let's be sure. We'll all need to go through Decon now. He's not here. Was that the only way in? Go back to the cockpit, Travis. Aye, sir. Get life support fired up if you can. It's pretty cold. He should've gotten here before us. This ship shouldn't be here. Why risk using his own vessel? He'd know we'd follow him. So, he could've left with any one of those other ships. Any one of them. You seem okay with that. When we return to Enterprise, I'll inform the Vulcan ship that Menos escaped. If the High Command wishes, they can question as many of the vessels that left here as they can find. You're giving up a lot easier than I would've guessed. He's obviously gone. We don't know that. He got to you, didn't he? You're beginning to doubt yourself. He figured if he could get you to question what you did 17 years ago, you'd begin to question what you're doing right now. I may have killed an innocent man 17 years ago. Did Jossen reach for his weapon or not? I don't know. Is that what you remember or what Menos wants you to remember? What's the difference? There's a big difference. He's playing on your guilt. Don't you see that? That's impossible. I went to P'Jem. They performed the ritual... Don't give me that! Your emotional immune system started to collapse again the minute you remembered what happened that day on Risa. Captain. What is it, Travis? There's something funny up here, sir. You think you could take a look? What's up? After I got the board running, I ought life support up to level three. As soon as I got more light in here, I noticed some condensation on this sub-panel. There's a hell of a lot of energy flowing through those circuits. Any idea what they are? Our scanner showed everything powered down. Well, obviously, something's powered up. There's one way to find out what it is. ( equipment powering down) I'm a very patient man, T'Pol. I was simply waiting for you to leave, but... your Captain's curiosity has put an end to that. Would you please lower your weapon? There's some kind of energy field running... I don't want to harm T'Pol, Captain, but I will. Those are violent words for a peaceful man. At the moment, I'm a man who needs to survive. There's a locker right next to you. I want you to both put your weapons down and then walk into it. You won't be hurt. What about her? T'Pol is my guarantee that the two of you will walk quickly and quietly into the locker. Please. The locking code is 1-6-6-1. There's a very specific tone when it's entered properly. ( grunting) You okay? Yes. We don't do quickly and quietly very well, but we are good at arithmetic. Seems there are three of us and only one of you. Stop! Please! I don't trust this guy, Travis. Find something to tie him up with. Aye, sir. What are you doing? Get up! Stop! You're not going to shoot me, T'Pol. You're not going to kill another innocent man. This is none of your concern, Captain. You know nothing about what happened on Risa. Captain? Why did you want me here? Because I trust you. Then trust me. You were sent to apprehend him, not to judge him. ( grunts) He's not going to get out of that too quickly. I think I know why he was so nervous about us firing at him while he was over here. Look at this. ( scanner whirring) Bio-toxins. If one of our weapons had struck this... I guess he was hauling more than injector casings, after all. I guess he was. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. The Vulcan ship Nyran was waiting at the prearranged coordinates. After transferring Menos to their custody, we've returned to Enterprise. What's your status, Trip? Everything's ready to go, Captain. Welcome back. Thanks. We'll be going to warp 3. You got it. Um... now that your secret mission is over, you think you could give your Chief Engineer a little hint about what you were up to? Did I say warp 3? I meant warp 4, Commander. Not even a hint? Warp 4. Aye, Captain. ( door chimes) Come in. Subcommander... am I about to get another call from Admiral Forrest? No, sir. Sorry. Dealing with these memories... it's not going to be easy for you, is it? No, it's not. If you feel you need a leave of absence... That won't be necessary. I was much younger then. You've also spent a lot of time around humans lately. You do have a way of putting questionable actions behind you. When you don't have the ability to repress emotions, you learn to deal with them and move on. Was there something else? If you ever need someone you can trust... I won't forget.
I need to spend more time in the gym. If I'd known there were going to be so many hills, I would have picked a different city to explore. It was worth every step, sir. The architecture alone... I could have spent all day in that temple. With your permission, Captain, I'd like to write the report to Starfleet. It was my first visit to a pre-warp culture. Seems only fitting. I don't suppose it has anything to do with the tactical situation down there. Am I that obvious? ( chuckling) ( chuckling) I can't think of a better man for the job. Welcome home. Any unexpected guests? Not a single parasite, spore or virus. I take it your expedition was productive? Very. You're done here. You know, as interesting as that was, it's always good to get home. The speaker at the political rally... what was his name? Chancellor Kultrey? Kul-ta-rey. You could write a book about him alone. His speech reminded me of Winston Churchill before the Second World War. Something wrong? Malcolm? My communicator... What about it? It's gone. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. It's not in Decon. Any luck? Not yet. What about the Launch Bay crew? Could they have found it while they were securing the pod? I've already spoken to them. I did everything but tear up the floor plating. When was the last time you remember having it? I contacted T'Pol to let her know we'd entered the city. After that, did you have any reason to take it out of your pocket? No. Are you sure? I'd remember. Either I dropped it... or someone picked my pocket. We covered a lot of ground. It could be anywhere. I think I can narrow down the search, Captain. An inverse carrier wave should amplify its power signature. With any luck, I'll be able to isolate it. I'm getting something. I've got it down to two square kilometers. Can you do a little better? I'll try. Didn't you say something about a war ewing down there? We saw a lot of propaganda, but from what we could tell, nobody's started fighting. It's crucial we retrieve the technology. We can't risk contaminating a pre-warp culture. I've isolated the signal to within three city blocks. That's the best I can do, sir. This L-shaped structure... isn't that the fountain... the one with the statues? The tavern was directly across the street... here. The communicator could have slipped out of my pocket when we sat down. It's a good place to start. You've got the Bridge. Tell Dr. Phlox we're going to need his cosmetic services again. You could use another set of eyes down there, Captain. I appreciate the offer, Trip, but the fewer set of eyes the better. I'm a regular bloodhound. Next time. We'll be in range of their surveillance towers in less than two minutes. The hull plating's already been polarized. Your feet ready for another hike? It's not a problem, sir. Captain... my carelessness was inexcusable. I'm prepared for whatever reprimand you feel is appropriate. How about 30 years in the ig? Or maybe a good flogging? Sir... It was an accident, Malcolm. It could have happened to any of us. ( console beeping) Three military aircraft... 72 kilometers off starboard. I suggest you increase our descent vector. That should keep us well below their visual threshold. This was the table? Positive. Try your scanner. ( clearing throat) Welcome back. What would you like? Can you give us a few minutes? Of course. Where's your friend? The young woman. You have a good memory. She was difficult to forget. I'll pass along the compliment. Do you live here? No, we're just visiting. We received a shipment of Allakas malt this afternoon. Sounds good. I've got it. Where? It's in a room... off that corridor. Were you in there? No. ( whispering): There are two people inside. Better wait till they come out. ( door opens) Does this belong to you? What is it? I don't know. What kind of weapon is this? Where's General Gosis? On the Eastern perimeter. Send a level four communiqué and tell him I think we found a pair of enemy spies. Take them to the Complex and put your men on alert. You won't be seeing your friends in the Alliance for a long time. I'm telling you, something's gone wrong. We should hail them. If they're in a public place, the communicator would draw attention. We'll have to take that risk. T'Pol to Captain Archer. The com line's open. Captain, please respond. Close the channel. Did you get a fix on the signal? Somewhere in this district. That's more than 30 kilometers from the tavern. Where's the shuttlepod? It hasn't moved. They couldn't have traveled that far on foot, not that fast. Maybe they took a train or a car. If there was a change of plan, they would've told us. Try to isolate their bio-signs. I want to know exactly where they are. There are nearly 100,000 people in that part of the city. We'd have more luck if we moved into a lower orbit. Any closer and we'd be detected. Do your best. ( groans) Still bothering you? I didn't have time to visit the doctor. I wonder if the guard would ing us some Epsom salts. If I asked politely. Wouldn't count on it. We came down to retrieve my communicator. Now we've lost two of them. Not to mention my phase-pistol and a pair of scanners. Let's just hope they don't find the shuttlepod. If they really think we are spying for this Alliance, perhaps we should consider telling them the truth. I'm not sure anyone would believe us. It couldn't hurt to try. Visitors from another world? There's no way to know how they'd react. ( door opens, footsteps approach) The less we say the better. Understood. Follow me. ( door opens) Which of you is the Captain? Something unexpected happened when I was examining this transmitter. It began to make a sound, so I opened it. Someone calling herself T'Pol seemed very concerned about her Captain's well-being. Which one of you was she trying to contact? I'm the Captain. The Alliance must be growing desperate if they're recruiting military officers as spies. We're not part of the military. I suppose you're the Captain of a pleasure boat. This transceiver? What's its frequency, its range? I don't know. This appears to be a computing instrument. Tell me, how does it work? ( groans) My superiors expect answers. As an officer, I'm sure you can appreciate that. I have no desire to harm you, but I need you to cooperate. I'm sorry. I can't help you. I trust you enjoyed the rally this morning. That's why you're here, isn't it? It's curious, the two of you visiting this city the same day as Chancellor Kultarey. Did you come here to observe his security arrangements? Or perhaps assassinate him? We're aware of your ancestral claims against our city. It must make a tempting target. We're visitors, not spies. This T'Pol who tried to contact you, where is she? ( grunts) ( grunting) You've been surgically altered. General. His blood... it's red. Take them to Temec. Have him perform a full examination. They're here inside this compound. Guard towers, gun emplacements... it's not a hotel. We could take Shuttlepod 2, set it down here. They're being held less than 30 meters away. We'd be back in orbit before anyone knew they were gone. If you were captured, you'd be giving the inhabitants more technology. It would undoubtedly affect the evolution of their society. What if they didn't see us coming? We've still got that Suliban Cell Ship, the one we used to rescue Klaang from the Helix. I've been working on it in my free time. I'm pretty close to figuring out how it works. If I can ing the cloak on line, we can get past their defenses, grab our people, and no one will see a thing. Work quickly. I could use a hand. Aye, sir. I suggest we monitor the communiqués coming from the compound. They may tell us what's happening to the Captain and Mr. Reed. Right away. I don't get it. The power converter's engaged... juice is definitely flowing through these relays. So why can we still see the ship? Maybe this panel isn't the cloaking device. I've identified every other component. That's got to be it. Run the power-up sequence again. This would be a lot easier if there was a button marked cloak. Hold on a minute, Travis. Are you all right? ( groans) Just got the wind knocked out of me a bit. Maybe a little more than that. Hmm. Is there any pain? It tingles a little. Yeah? Can you, uh... move your fingers? How's that? You tell me. They feel all right. What's your scanner say? Very little, I'm afraid. Quantum physics is hardly my specialty, but, uh, I'd guess that you received an intense dose of whatever particle radiation that ship uses to conceal itself. Are you saying I'm permanently cloaked? It's difficult to determine, but, uh, I suspect your appendage will eventually rematerialize on its own. Eventually? Come back in an hour. I'll check on your progress. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? I can't work like this. ( sighs) I'd also recommend a fresh uniform. Thanks. Shall we try this? Some kind of coherent energy pulse. I thought this technology was only theoretical. Our Alliance friends seem to have turned theory into reality. May I? There appears to be another setting. If the Alliance has equipped its troops with these weapons... Make sure the devices are kept under guard at all times. Use men you can trust. What did you find? See for yourself. How is this possible? There's only one explanation. Our prisoners belong to another species. Doctor Temec tells me your deformities are not the work of a surgeon. He found no obvious incisions or scar tissue. You're even more abnormal on the inside. A redundant renal organ and you're missing four thoracic verte ae. Temec can't even begin to explain this mass. As for your red blood, the doctor tells me your hemoglobin is based on iron, a toxic element. He conducted the test four times to be certain. He has a theory about where you came from. I found it difficult to believe until I saw this. One of our surveillance aircraft took this image early this morning. The pilot said the object was traveling at very high speed. Can you explain? None of the other planets in our system are capable of supporting life. Where do you come from? Our scientists tell me it's unlikely that a craft of this size could have traveled from another star system. They suspect a larger ship must be somewhere nearby... Perhaps orbiting our planet. Tell me your orders! Have you made contact with the Alliance? ( grunts) Answer me! ( groans softly) Our intelligence reports... underestimate you, General. ( chuckles) Alien creatures... You're even more delusional than we thought. This isn't a space ship. It's suborbital. A highly experimental aircraft. We've been observing your territory for months. How did you evade our surveillance towers? It's made from a composite alloy. Invisible to any of your... tracking systems. And your biological anomalies? We've been... genetically enhanced. What kind of enhancements? Our immune systems are resistant to chemical and biological weapons. And our internal organs have been modified to increase cellular regeneration by 30 percent. That way our wounds can heal more quickly. Create the perfect soldier. How many of you are there? We're prototypes. The only ones. And your devices, are they prototypes as well? All of them. Take them back. Do you believe them? It's a plausible explanation. The Alliance could have thousands of soldiers with these mutations. We need to verify what they've told us. I ran every imaginable test. If... I were to extract the organs... I could study them in more detail. You'll be in charge of the execution. I'll inform the prisoners. Subcommander, another communiqué. It's from a General Gosis to the Chancellor. He said they've captured two enemy spies. They're going to hang them. Reconnect the diffraction relays and we'll give it another shot. Any change? Still missing in action. Having a cloaked hand could have its advantages. Be useful in a poker match. I could probably become a world-class magician. It might be helpful on movie night... if you ing a date. In case you want to steal some popcorn. Let's try it again. Go ahead. Is it working? Not exactly. Shut her down. The cloaking generator's running at 110 percent and it's still not enough. Let's route more power from the warp relays. Maybe that'll do the trick. ( door opens) How soon can you launch? We're still reconfiguring the power matrix, but I'm pretty confident. You don't have time. They're going to be executed in less than two hours. We'll get it working on our way down if we have to. Look, invisible or not, this Cell Ship could take more of a beating than our shuttlepod. You're about to find out. Prepare it for launch. An upset stomach? Do you really think he'd fall for that? Well, it may be an old trick where we come from, but maybe they haven't heard of it here. Even if we got out of the compound, we'd never make it to the shuttle... not looking like this. Genetic enhancements. Very creative, Malcolm. Thanks. Improvisation isn't my strong suit. You made us sound like the Suliban. What do you suppose Enterprise will do... after we're...? If I know T'Pol... she won't want to leave any contamination behind. It may take some time, but she'll find a way to get everything back. Including our... remains. ( sighs) It's ironic... Giving our lives to protect people who want to kill us. It's a big planet, Malcolm. I'm sure they're not all like that. I'm not afraid, sir. What if we did tell them the truth? You said it yourself, Captain... they'd never believe us. If we show them to the shuttlepod... ing the General up to Enterprise... give them the grand tour... top it off with dinner in the Captain's Mess. We'd probably all have a good laugh over how he almost sent us to the gallows. I've gotten plenty of lectures on cultural contamination. But T'Pol never mentioned anything about sacrificing crewmen to prevent it. If we did tell them who we are... maybe it would do them a world of good. Look what the Vulcans did for Earth. That was different. These people haven't even split the atom yet. The Vulcans waited until we were ready. Until we had the ability to travel to other stars. We're doing the right thing, Malcolm. I'm sorry you won't get a chance to write that report. It could still happen, sir. I'm expecting a rescue party to come barging through that door... any moment. We'll be in range of those surveillance towers in less than two minutes. They'll never see us coming. ( footsteps approaching) ( keys jingling) ( door opens) On your feet. ( alarm bleeping) What was that? There's a power drain in the cloaking generator. Are the warp relays off-line? Primary and backups. The weapon nodes are active. I thought we diverted power from all the secondary systems. We did. They may have been programmed to reactivate when we launched. Three military aircraft off our port side. They're on an intercept course. Travis, can't you hold this thing steady? It'd be a lot easier if they stop firing at us. Commander! Stand by! He's my Tactical Officer. He can tell you everything you want to know about the Alliance's troop deployments, their weapons... Captain. You don't need to kill him. ( hum of power equipment) ( yells) Your ride's here. Sir, the phase-pistol, our equipment. Don't leave without me. ( gunshots) Let's go. ( power hum diminishes) The shuttlepod's right where you left it, sir. We'll be there in two minutes. Captain? Sir, looking for this? ( door chimes) Come in. I've scanned the region ahead. There's a blue giant cluster three light-years from our current position. Any planets? None that are inhabited. Sounds like a nice change of pace. Have Travis set a course. Yes, sir. Was there something else? You took a risk coming down on that Cell Ship. Its cloaking device could have failed. A calculated risk. I'm glad you did it. What's important is that we got everything back... The communicator, the phase-pistol, the shuttlepod. We could have done a lot of damage to those people if we'd left any of it behind. We did do damage to those people. We've changed their perception of the Alliance. They now believe their enemy is capable of creating genetically enhanced soldiers, not to mention particle weapons. And thanks to that Suliban ship, they also think the Alliance has developed invisible aircraft. You don't have to leave technology behind to contaminate a culture. You were willing to sacrifice your life to protect them. I would not have expected that. You are making excellent progress. Yeah? What about this? That's nothing. Maybe nothing to you. Give it time, hmm? Give it time. ( sighs) Thanks, Doc.
T' Science Officer's Log, August 14, 2152. Enterprise remains on course for the trinary system. I've transmitted a distress call, but the nearest Vulcan ship is more than nine days away. By the time they arrive, they may only find de is... if that. Even if Enterprise makes it past the black hole without being destroyed... it seems likely the crew won't survive. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I'm continuing my analysis of the condition that's stricken the crew. But without Dr. Phlox's assistance, I'm not hopeful about reversing its effects. I'm documenting my findings so that Starfleet will at least have a record of what happened. The symptoms began not long after we set a course for the trinary system. That was nearly two days ago. You're sure it's a black hole? A Class-4. According to the Vulcan starcharts, your people have surveyed more than 2,000 of these things. That's correct. But none of them were part of a trinary star system. How close can we get? The gravitational shear between the stars is extreme. We'd have to drop to impulse, but we should be able to approach to within five million kilometers. Close enough to get some nice pictures. How long would it take to reach the system at impulse? Two days. Set a course. Trip. If you've got some free time, I'd love it if you'd take a look at my chair. Sir? The Captain's chair. What about it? You may have noticed that I don't sit in it very much. Is there a problem? It's uncomfortable. When I lean back, I feel like I'm about to slide out of it. I have to sort of... perch on the edge. I always assumed it was the best seat in the house. Take a look at it for me? I was going to purge the impulse manifolds. The chair first, if you don't mind. Aye, aye, sir. Mm. ( door chimes) Come in. Good morning. Morning. Am I interrupting? No, no, just thinking about something. Today's duty roster. Thanks. Lieutenant Reed has a new security protocol he'd like to discuss with you. I'll drop by the Armory. Anything else? Chef didn't report for duty this morning; he's ill. Is it serious? Dr. Phlox said it's a simple virus. He should be fine after a few days' rest. Ensign Sato has offered to take charge of the Mess Hall. Apparently, she spends some of her free time in the galley and is eager for an opportunity to cook for the crew. If it's all right with Chef. Let me ask you a question. I received a manuscript from Earth... a biography of my father. I've been asked to write the preface. Would you mind reading it when I'm done? I'd be happy to. If I can ever get it finished. I've been putting it off for weeks. The next two days should provide you with ample opportunity. It's not that I haven't had the time. They only asked for a page. How am I supposed to sum up my father's life in a page? It would've been easier if they'd asked me to write the book. Perhaps by focusing on one incident, a single event that exemplifies your relationship with your father, you'll be able to condense your thoughts. Logical approach. Maybe... you'd like to write it for me? I'm hardly qualified. Chef was planning to make fried chicken tonight with scalloped potatoes and some of the Minaran spinach we picked up on Risa. The orange spinach? He's convinced there's a way to make it edible. Why don't we let him tackle that when he gets back? I have something else in mind. It's one of my grandmother's specialties. The recipe's been passed down for generations. I'll need a translation before I can program the protein resequencer. Oh, no. You can resequence all the chicken and potatoes you want, but I am making this from scratch. Ensign. Is there something I can do for you? I've got a little headache, nothing serious. Why don't you let me have a look? I was hoping you could just give me something. I'm right in the middle of upgrading the navigation sensors. It would be irresponsible to dispense medication without examining you first. Hmm? Please. Any other symptoms? Dizziness... blurred vision? No. How long have you had it? A couple of days, on and off. Well, I've been meaning to have you drop by Sick Bay in any case. Hmm? To see if you've had any problems since I removed the neural implants you received at the repair station. You think it could have something to do with that? Oh, I never rule out anything. Then again, it could be as innocuous as muscular tension. On the other hand, Terrellian plague starts out with a simple headache... and then all manner of nasty things begin to happen. ( power tool whirring loudly) Commander. ( loud whirring continues) T'POL ( louder): Commander. Push it forward. ( whirring) That's good. Hold it there. Commander! ( whirring stops) Perhaps you could finish that later. This may not be as glamorous as a black hole, but the Captain gave me an order. He also requested detailed sensor readings of this trinary system. I thought Vulcans had all this mental focus and discipline. We also have sensitive hearing. Huh. ( loud whirring resumes) I'll be in my quarters. We'll let you know when we're done. Keep those target discriminators aligned. We don't want a torpedo mistaking one of our own nacelles for an enemy vessel. You asked to see me, Malcolm? I would have come to you, Captain. It's no problem. What's on your mind? I've been reviewing our encounters with hostile species. The crew's response has been admirable, but I feel we can do better, sir. And you have a proposal? I've been thinking about a shipwide emergency alert. Something a bit more comprehensive than battle stations. We're taking far too long to react to potential threats. With a single order from you or an impact to the hull, the plating could be polarized, weapons ought on line, critical systems secured. I appreciate your concern, Malcolm, but this isn't a warship. Well, that's obvious, sir. During our last run-in with the Suliban, we were... unprepared for their boarding parties. When the Mazarites attacked, they disabled our aft sensors with their first shot. The list goes on. I can see that. Run this by the senior officers. Get some feedback, and we'll talk again. Yes, sir. And, Malcolm? ( door opens) Don't call it battle stations. Think of something less... aggressive. How is it? Just great. Condition Red? Huh? What about Condition Red for the new security protocol? Why don't you just call it Security Protocol? Well, that's not very dynamic. Do you think a cup holder's too much? I beg your pardon? For the Captain's chair. He just wanted the seat adjusted, but I figured... as long as I'm working on it. Just what the Captain needs in a crisis... ( chuckling): a place to rest his beverage. I'm also upgrading the status displays. He'll be able to access tactical data from the armrest. If you really want to improve tactical readiness, why don't you help me with this protocol? I'm a little busy right now, Malcolm. It's a chair! It's the Captain's chair. It's just as important as your... Reed Alert. Reed Alert? That's not bad. Enjoying your lunch? ( clears throat) Yeah. Thanks. It was, uh, terrific. It's called oden. Every Japanese family has their own way of preparing it. Well... it seems to be a big hit. Congratulations. Thank you. Lieutenant, you barely touched yours. Uh, it was lovely. I'll get you a fresh bowl. That's not necessary. It's no problem. Please. Not hungry. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with it? Well... it was a bit salty. Salty? Oh, it tastes fine. Well, it just must be me, then. Everybody else seems to be enjoying it. How much longer is this going to take? That depends. On what? Hold still, Ensign. I have to get back to the Bridge. Well, I'm afraid you won't be returning to duty today. The Captain needs those upgrades, Doctor. When it comes to medical matters, my authority overrides the Captain's. I'm keeping you overnight for observation. But your scans didn't show anything! That's what concerns me. Whatever's afflicting you may be laying dormant. I'm going to run a full biomolecular scan to see if we can find where it's hiding. Now, lie... back... and don't move. ( sighs) When I was about eight years old, my father took me on a tour of the Warp 5 Facility outside of Bozeman, Montana. He introduced me to the people he worked with, scientists with names like... Tasaki and... Cochrane. At the time, I didn't realize the significance of those... names or the... the significance of... my father's work. ( barks) Computer, pause. I'll feed you in a minute. Computer, resume recording. In a way, creating a stable... warp field mirrored the... the f-flux of emotions my... father felt when he... embarked on... Computer, pause. Delete the last paragraph. Hell, delete the whole thing. ( barking) Quiet. ( door chimes) Come in. Here's your sensor interface. What's the emergency? This trinary system is emitting some unusual radiation. I'm trying to identify it. You dragged me up here so you could identify radiation? Correct. You said it was urgent. I said it was important. I get it. You're paying me back, making me jump through hoops because I was making too much noise. Well, you'll be happy to know I moved the Captain's chair down to Engineering. So, it's nice and quiet on the Bridge now. I prefer to work here. I'll need your assistance with this. Weren't you listening to me? I don't have time to cater to your whims. You want to get your name immortalized in the Vulcan database, get someone else to help you do it. Are you feeling all right, Commander? I know you don't think this chair is important, but you're wrong. What's the most critical component on this ship? The main computer? The warp reactor? Uh-uh, it's the crew, and the most important member of the crew is the Captain. He makes life-and-death decisions every day, and the last thing he needs to be thinking in a critical situation is, Gee, I wish this chair wasn't such a pain in the ass. Doctor? Shh! When are you going to...? Wait! I have just enough time to shower and get changed. I haven't discharged you, Ensign. I haven't slept all night, and I'm supposed to go on duty in 15 minutes. I need to perform a cere al micro-section. A what? Lie down. No more tests. I have to get to the Bridge. I'm giving you an order. If I don't finish those upgrades, I could get a reprimand. It'll be in my permanent record. You have far more to worry about than a blemish on your record. Do you see there? Hmm?! Your cortical scan shows elevated levels of serotonin and several other neurotransmitters. What does that mean? I'll let you know once I've completed the micro-section. Can't it wait until after my shift? Absolutely not. If the Captain doesn't think I can handle my duties, I'll be scrubbing plasma conduits on D-Deck for the next five years. I could be court-martialed. And what if you're carrying a protocystian spore... hmm? And you infect the rest of the crew? How will that reflect on you, hmm? Or what if you suddenly suffer a seizure at the helm, because you've contracted Andronesian encephalitis? Now, there is something wrong with you, Ensign, and I intend to find out what it is. Not today! Not during my shift! Unless you're ready to tie me to a bio-bed, I'm going back to my helm. At least let me give you an analgesic... for the headache, hmm? Well, that's all I wanted in the first place. ( sighs) If it gets any worse or you suffer any other symptoms... return here immediately. What did you...? I've been working on the new security protocol. Obviously, the reactor must be secured immediately during a Tactical Alert. Tactical Alert? I considered your suggestion... Reed Alert... But, well, it seemed a bit narcissistic. Hand me that hyperspanner, would you? I've also been working on a new alert signal. Tell me what you think. ( three-tone rising pitch wail) Or this one?! ( dropping tone wail) ( signal stops) Well, which do you prefer? For what? A Tactical Alert. They both sound like a bag full of cats. Well, they were designed to get your attention. I'll look this over and get back to you. I also need your help on an emergency shutdown procedure for the EPS grid. I said... I'll get back to you. Fine. Let's hope we don't suffer a catastrophic reactor each in the meantime. Malcolm... one of your boys borrowed my laser micrometer. If you're heading to the Armory, could you get it back for me? Ensign... if we don't serve something soon, we're going to have a riot on our hands. Is this too salty? Something's not right. Hand me the Kreetassan spice. I'll add it to the stock. Oh, I'm out of carrots. There are 25 people... Carrots! With all due respect, you've been cooking the same meal over and over again. I believe I'm in charge of the galley. I understand that... You're relieved. Ma'am... Get out! Lieutenant... I need your assis... Clearance code? I beg your pardon? What is your clearance code? The Armory is a restricted area. Even to the First Officer? How do I know you are the First Officer? We've encountered species that can alter their appearance. They could masquerade as any one of us. I've issued codes to all senior officers to reveal if the ship's been infiltrated by impostors. Part of your new security protocol? It was sent to your console as a voice-encrypted command packet. I haven't been to the Bridge for several hours. As I was saying, I need assistance establishing a sensor interface in my quarters. I've asked Commander Tucker, but he became... agitated. It was uncharacteristic, even for him. Have you noticed anything abnormal about his behavior? Why do you want to access the sensor array... from your quarters? I was asked to run detailed scans of the trinary star system. I wasn't informed. It isn't a tactical issue. Lieutenant... why are you armed? From now on, security personnel are to wear side arms in all restricted areas. Have you cleared this with the Captain? It's in my proposal. Has he approved your proposal? I've been trying to get him to pay closer attention to security since we left Spacedock, but he's more interested in fraternizing with the crew. Inviting them to eakfast, and to watch water polo. I intend to implement some long-overdue changes, and if the Captain won't approve them, then I'll go directly to Starfleet Command. Was there anything else? No. It wasn't long before I realized the odd behavior wasn't limited to Commander Tucker. In fact, everyone I encountered was acting strangely, growing consumed with matters that seemed trivial, at best. I also discovered that, although I appeared to be immune, the Captain was not. What happened to my chair? Did you know that this chair is the exact same model used on Neptune-Class survey ships? Is that why you called me down here? Enterprise is the first warp 5 vessel in human history... The pride of the fleet... And you're sitting in a chair they've been using on warp 2 ships for over a decade. You deserve better, so I'm starting from scratch. I'm going to build you a throne. Stand right there. I need to get a few parametric scans to get your exact dimensions. This baby is going to fit like a glove. Isn't that used for aligning phase coils? You won't feel a thing. Long as I'm down here, maybe I can get your opinion. Don't move. How does one measure a man's legacy? Is it defined by the works he's created, the technological advances that will forever alter the course of human history? Turn around. ( sighs) If so, then no man since Zefram Cochrane, himself, has made a more lasting contribution to the future of humankind than my father, Dr. Henry Archer. All done. What do you think? Sounds good. Let me read you the rest. I really need to get to work on this. It's just a few more pages. How many more? Nineteen. Nineteen?! Are you writing the preface or the book? I've got a lot to say. No kidding. What's that supposed to mean? Well, if I may, sir... it's a little longwinded. You're lucky you're a decent engineer, because you obviously don't know anything about writing. I'm not the only one. ( door opens, closes) I have 83 people to feed, not just senior officers. All I requested was a bowl of plomeek oth. I don't have time for special orders. Anyway, you'll like this better. Where's lunch? It'll be ready in one minute, sir. I don't have a minute. If you're so hungry, fix yourself a sandwich. Captain? May I speak with you? That is a very complex recipe. I will not serve it till it's just right. My family's reputation is at stake! ( alarm blares) REED ( over com): This is a Tactical Alert. All hands report to your stations. ( covers pot) I repeat, this is a Tactical Alert. ( alarm blaring) Report! The crew's response was unacceptable. 38 percent of them failed to report to their stations. Critical systems haven't been secured. I haven't even heard from Engineering. Shut off that damn noise! Shut it off! I don't recall authorizing a tactical drill. Well, it wouldn't be much of a drill if everybody knew about it, sir. One minute and 15 seconds. What? It took you one minute and 15 seconds to reach your post. I'd expect more of our commanding officer given that the crew just might follow his example. Captain? One minute and 49 seconds. You might want to see this, sir. Interactive status displays, secondary helm control. It's even got inertial micro-dampers. The ship could be shaking apart and you'd hardly feel a thing. You ignored a Tactical Alert for this? I want to run some colors by you for the headrest. This is all a big joke to you. Give it a rest. This isn't a bloody pleasure cruise. Without proper discipline on this ship, this mission is doomed. Why don't you go play soldier somewhere else? If this were a military situation, you'd be taken out and shot. Hey, hey, hey, hey... I don't care what color the headrest is or whether it can serve me iced tea. I just want a place to sit when I'm on duty. And if I hear that alarm one more time, I may have you taken out and shot. Unless there's a real emergency... Like a reactor each... I don't want to be disturbed. ( door chimes) Go away. Do I have to start locking my door? You said to interrupt you if there was an emergency. I believe there is. Is that right? The crew's behavior has become erratic. Even by human standards. They've grown distracted. Everyone I've encountered appears to be preoccupied with trivial matters. Ensign Sato's recipe, for example. Your preface. We should declare a medical emergency and have Dr. Phlox examine the crew. I suggest he begin with you. I'm busy. Captain...? Dismissed. Your crew is in danger. I gave you an order. Captain...? I suggest you follow it... or I'll have you confined to your quarters, until... until a Vulcan ship can come and get you. Oh, you're just in time, Subcommander. There's a surgical gown in the compartment by the microscope. This is a rare opportunity to explore the human ain. Was he injured? Oh, headache. At first, I thought it was a simple vascular dilation, but then I discovered... a chemical imbalance in his prefrontal cortex. I'm going to begin by extracting the first 12 millimeters of his parietal lobe. A subcellular analysis of the tissue should shed some light on the mystery. Doctor, you may want to delay the procedure. We have a larger problem. The entire crew is ill. They'll have to wait. You've been affected, as well. Please remove your hand. I won't ask you again. I'll let you know when I've completed the surgery. T' The crew's bio-signs were growing erratic. I began to doubt any of them would survive more than a few hours. Ironically, Dr. Phlox's obsession with Ensign Mayweather's headache has provided some useful data. His cere al scans have helped me determine that the radiation coming from the trinary system is causing... ( console beeping) Computer, pause. Computer, resume log. My radiometric analysis is complete. As I suspected, reversing course won't take us out of danger quickly enough. The radiation appears to extend outward at least half a light-year in every direction except one. If I can chart a course between the stars, we could escape the radiation before the crew succumbs. But I won't be able to pilot the ship alone. Captain? Captain Archer! You're needed on the Bridge. I told you not to disturb me. We have very little time. What are you doing? Your crew may be dying. What? Do you remember that trinary star system? The one with the black hole? It's emitting a dangerous form of radiation. It's affecting your prefrontal cortex. I believe that's why you and the crew have been exhibiting obsessive behavior. Some of the crew's bio-signs are already unstable. If you're exposed to the radiation much longer, you won't survive. ( Archer groans) Do you understand what I'm telling you? Turn it off. Do you understand? Yes... radiation. Tell... Phlox, if the... the crew's sick... tell Phlox... He's been affected as well. But not you? Vulcan physiology seems to be immune. Bring us about. ( grunts) Turn the ship around. ( eathing heavily) It's not that simple. If we go back the way we came, we'll spend two more days in the radiation field. ( groans) I've charted a course that'll have us clear of the radiation in less than 17 minutes. Lousy coffee. But we'll have to pass within two million kilometers of the black hole. There's considerable de is and gravitational shear. Someone needs to pilot Enterprise while I determine the course corrections. ( moans) Travis? He's been sedated. I'm in no condition... to... fly... a starship. We have no other choice. More gravitational shear. We're too far to port. But you said bearing 2.4. 12.4. My mistake. 12... 4. How much longer is this going to take? Six minutes. I'm good for that. Another shear front. You need to rotate our longitudinal axis by 12 degrees and ing our flight vector to 014 mark 27. Hold on, hold on. Zero-what? 014 mark... Mark 27. ( thudding) Just minor de is. The hull plating is holding. Our lateral vector is drifting. Captain! Hang on a second. I feel like I'm in... flight school again. You're doing well. New heading. 006 mark 4. Six... Captain! I see it. We need phase cannons. They take too long to charge. ( loud thud) ( alarm blares) All weapons are on line. It must be part of the new security protocol. Fire! ( grunting) ( alarm blaring) Could you shut that off? ( alarm stops) How much longer? Less than ten seconds. Five more seconds. Any more surprises? Nothing on sensors. ( groans) Did we get some nice pictures of the black hole? How are you feeling? A little tired, but the headache's gone. What'd you do? Very little... fortunately. You're, uh... free to go. Captain. How's the crew? Oh, I'm continuing to monitor vital signs, but I've detected no lingering effects from the radiation. Mostly just rattled nerves, a few uises and sprains from when some of them lost consciousness. I appreciate your intervening, uh, before I got any further with Mr. Mayweather's procedure. I wasn't certain it would work on a Denobulan. It worked quite effectively, I can assure you. What procedure on Mr. Mayweather? The radiation affected my nervous system rather severely. ( clears throat) I'll be with you in a moment. I'll provide you with a full report when I've finished treating the crew. You wanted to see me, Captain? I did. When T'Pol and I were navigating the de is field, your Tactical Alert went off. I heard, sir. I've already deactivated the new protocols. You shouldn't have. They ought the weapons on line right when we needed them. If you have no objection, I'd like to make it standard procedure. No objection, sir. You still need to work on that alarm. I'll get right on it. Doesn't look any different to me. Give it a try. ( sighs) Hmm... It feels better. What did you do? Cross your legs. What did you do? Seems totally different. I lowered it... by one centimeter. ( chuckles) That's all? Didn't have time to install the new status displays or the inertial micro-dampers, but, uh... if you give me a couple of days... I think this will be fine, Commander. Thanks. How about I just attach the cup-holder? This'll be fine. How does this sound?
( wind gusting) These are at least 300 years older than the ones in the last chamber. You sure you can't read any of this? Nope. How about you? Well, I think this says tall guys are popular. Mm, you're a budding linguist. ( chuckles) Let's get a shot of that one. I wonder what happened to them. It is kind of weird. Not a single bio-sign on the entire planet. ( com chirps) Tucker. You about finished down there, Trip? You can't believe these ruins, sir. We've been through two dozen chambers. No telling how many more there are. I'm afraid you're not going to find out today. That storm we told you about hasn't changed course. You and Hoshi are going to need to get back to Enterprise. We'll just finish up with Mr. Tall and Popular. We should back to the shuttlepod in five, six minutes. Don't take any longer than that. Archer out. Captain? We have another storm. Another one? The discharges are more intense. It's a good deal bigger. And stronger. It's pushing the first storm through these mountains at twice the speed it was moving a few minutes ago. They're diamagnetic storms, Captain, saturated with polaric energy. This is the shuttle? Less than ten kilometers from the first storm. You may not be able to see yet, but it'll be coming through the mountain pass to the north. We can see it just fine, Captain. The storms are throwing up too much interference into the atmosphere. The shuttle's out of the question. Captain, these ruins have very thick walls. I'm sure we'll be safe inside. I'm afraid we're not talking about thunder clouds, Hoshi. A polaric burst that could short-circuit a shuttlepod could do a lot worse to your nervous system. But, sir, these buildings are over 4,000 years old. I'm sure they've survived hundreds of these storms. I've sent Malcolm down to the transporter. We're going to need to ing you up one at a time. Couldn't we wait it out inside the shuttle? Polarize the hull plating? That would most likely attract the polaric discharge. You have to do this, Hoshi. There's no choice. I'll need you clear of the structure, one at a time. Understood, Captain. Ah, ladies first. Have you ever done this? No, but the Captain has and Malcolm did it twice. They said there's nothing to it. Your molecules get pulled apart. Then they get put back together again. Do you know how many molecules you're made up of? Lots. All right, how many? A few trillion. That's a pretty big jigsaw puzzle. What if some of the pieces get put in the wrong place? You know, I bet a lot of them look real similar. Starfleet said it's safe. That's good enough for me. Okay, okay, but you go first and if you get to Enterprise in one piece, I'll be right behind you. Fair enough. ( storm raging) Tucker to Enterprise. I read you, Commander. Ready to go. Commander! Safe and sound. I'm on my way, sir. Ensign Sato ready for transport. Welcome to the club. How do those molecules feel? All in the right place? I'll let you know. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( sighs) ( door chimes) Come in. No worse for the wear, Ensign? I guess you could say that, sir. I'll be at my post in a few minutes. I just want to clean up and change. I think you've had enough excitement for one afternoon. The morning will be fine. Thank you. I assume you and Trip will want to finish your survey tomorrow, weather permitting. Sir? You left a shuttlepod down there, remember? Somebody's got to go back and get it. I'm sure Commander Tucker can find someone else to hold the second flash unit. You wouldn't be using the transporter, Hoshi. You'd be taking the other pod. I don't want to get lost. Lost? ( sighs) Too much excitement for one day. I could really use some rest, sir. See you in the morning. so he tells her it was merely a warp imbalance. That's a lie, Malcolm. We all heard it, Commander. There's no use pretending. Come on, Travis... Anyone sitting here? But that's what you said, though! No. ( clears throat) No. Is anyone sitting here? No. Please. So what was it like? Travis, let her eat her supper. It was very unsettling. Didn't you find it unsettling? Well, for a minute or two, but once I counted my fingers and toes... I don't know. I just don't feel right. It was probably that storm. You don't forget things like that too quickly. It's not the storms. It's the transporter. I don't feel like myself since I went through it. You know, I need to check the medical database and find out what happened to the people they used when they were testing that thing. You mean other than Cyrus Ramsey? Cyrus Ramsey? Ah, don't tell me you don't know about poor Cyrus. Am I supposed to? You can't go on a survival overnight without hearing a story about someone seeing Ramsey's molecules rematerializing on a foggy night. Hmm... What happened to him? Next thing you'll tell us you never heard of the Easter bunny. What happened to him? Madison, Wisconsin... May, I think, 2146. He was a test subject for the first long-range transport. Just 100 meters. Something went wrong with the pattern buffer. He never rematerialized. Come on, Hoshi, everybody's heard of Cyrus Ramsey. I must have fallen asleep before the ghost stories. Where did you do your survival training? Death Valley, California. Middle of July, naturally. ( chuckles) You? Captain and I were in the same group: Alice Springs, Australia. Never saw so many flies in my life. ( chuckles) Biting kind. ( com chirps) Tucker. The storms are eaking up. I don't think we'll have any trouble getting you back down in the morning. Travis was just telling me he'd like to see the ruins. Well, I don't think Hoshi will be joining you. I'll need a pallet to ing the other pod back. Travis, it is. I'll see you both in the morning. Archer out. Never say I don't take you anywhere. You don't take me anywhere. ( laughter) ( quietly): See you later. Doctor? Dr. Phlox. Hello? Ah, Ensign. Something I can do for you? I just looked in there. Were you in there? Did you hear me come in? I was feeding my leeches. Are you all right? You didn't hear me? I'm right here, Ensign. Are you not feeling well? No, I'm not feeling well. I dematerialized and then I rematerialized and... no, I'm not feeling well. I heard about your ordeal on the surface. Those storms sounded terrifying. Doctor, I'm not talking about the storms. I'm talking about my molecules. Hmm, come sit down. Let's take a look. It'll take me a while to account for every molecule, but you appear to be in one piece. I don't think you're in danger of becoming the next Cyrus Ramsey. Don't tell me they talk about him on Denobula. Oh, I spent nearly nine months on Earth, remember? I just don't feel right. Ever since the transport, I've been shaky, not myself. Not a single biomolecular anomaly. No? How about this? A subcutaneous pigmentation. It's not where it used to be. It was a good centimeter lower. Well, it looks lovely where it is now. It's not a joke, Doctor. If that machine could move a birthmark, who knows what else it could do. I'm telling you, I don't feel right. I have a lot of animals to feed before bedtime. If I were you, I'd get a good night's sleep, hmm? ( sighs) ( com beeps) Hello? T' You're needed on the Bridge, Ensign. What time is it? 1100 hours. There's been an emergency. 1100 hours, that's impossible. My shift starts at 0800. Now, Ensign. I'm sorry, Captain, I don't know what happened. Tucker and Mayweather have been taken hostage. Trip got off a short message, but we haven't heard anything in the last hour. Taken hostage by who? The people down there didn't like you disturbing their ruins. People? There wasn't a bio-sign on the planet! The chambers you and Mr. Tucker photographed contained sacred relics. How could you possibly know that? Have you found their bio-signs? They're still in the complex. I'm trying to isolate the specific chamber. ( com beep) It's Mayweather's communicator. Go ahead, Travis. Aask-jassoss! Kless-taskossa-moost! Ensign? I need more. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We apologize if we've trespassed. My crewmen didn't mean any harm. Saj-kass-mooratta! Assk-oss! I'm sorry, sir, it's not working. I'm going to need more. Can I speak to one of my officers? Nook-saa! Nook-saa! Joos-ooras-jaaksa! Shoss-tanna-raak-tooka! Mooras-aansanna-taas jaaksa! It's not going to get much better than that. What's the problem? Maybe you should forget about the UT. Just try and talk to them. Asjaal-sookoss...? Slaajoora! Raak-raak-saa! Tanns-raak... ooras-tooranna... Nook-saa! Haasta! If I went back to the universal translator, maybe I could... You already tried that. Talk to them. I can't. Lives are at stake, Ensign. I know. I don't understand what he's saying. I'm... I'm sorry. I'm... sorry. No need to apologize. Why don't you go back to your quarters and get some rest. Captain, I realize I overslept. I don't know how it happened. But, please, I don't want to go back to my quarters. Take the com. Aye, Captain. Malcolm. ( shower running) ( gasps) Anyone sitting here? Subcommander? ( clears throat) Ensign... would you like to join me? Thank you. I would've thought you'd be on the Bridge. Why is that? Commander Tucker, Travis... The hostage situation was resolved. They're back on board. It's only been an hour since I left the Bridge. What happened? Crewman Baird deciphered their language. A simple bimodal syntax. I don't understand how. With the universal translator. That's impossible. I ran every linguistic algorithm. When the Captain agreed to return the soil and rock samples and destroy the photographs that were taken, the hostages were released. If we have decrypted the language, I should get back to the Bridge. It sounds like the Captain might want to speak with them again. Captain Archer has asked that you remain off duty for the time being. Crewman Baird has been placed in charge of communications. After lunch, you should take a look at the secondary couplings. They're going to need to be aligned. Alison. Start on C-Deck, then work your way down. Yes, ma'am. ( silence) ( silence) REED ( distantly): The stream's too unstable. Come on, Hoshi. What? You can do it, Ensign. It's as easy as one, two... ( beep, door closes) ( door opens) Can you see me? Ensign? Can you see me? Is there something in particular you'd like me to look at? Something's wrong, Doctor. Something's very wrong. Ever since I used that transporter, nothing has been the way that it's supposed to be. I couldn't translate a simple bimodal syntax, but Crewman Baird could. Crewman Baird doesn't know the first thing about our linguistic database. And Captain Archer told me to stay in my quarters, but my mirror doesn't want to give me a solid reflection, and my shower can't decide whether to bounce off me or go through me. And nobody wants to talk to me. Sometimes, I think they don't even see that I'm there. The turbolift control won't even respond to me. Well, I see you, Ensign. And the Sick Bay doors responded when you came in. Transporter technology is very new. I'm sure humans were equally frightened when the automobile was introduced, or the airplane. New forms of transport take a while to get used to. I'm not at all surprised at your reaction. You wouldn't catch me using that apparatus. But I... I can promise you one thing. You're in perfect health. You're neither transparent nor porous. You won't put this on my medical record, will you? As far as I'm concerned, I didn't even see you come in here. Not funny, Doctor. I would like to give you a mild sedative, hmm? It'll help you get a good night's sleep. If it's all the same to you, the last thing I need right now is to be medicated. As you wish. But stop by in the morning, all right? First thing. Thank you, Doctor. You're upside down, Ensign. I was taught never to contradict a superior officer. The Captain told me what happened. Did they treat you all right? Didn't even tie us up. As soon as the Captain promised to give them their stuff back, they walked us to the shuttlepods and away we went. I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful trying to translate. I don't know what happened. Well, we're safe and sound. That's all that matters. Have you tried this thing? I get motion sickness, remember? ( chuckles) Have you felt okay since we were transported yesterday? Considering that I've been back down to the surface, kidnapped and released, I've probably had better days. Why, are you not feeling well? I didn't think I was. But the doctor seems to feel my symptoms are psychological. What kind of symptoms? I just haven't been myself. Everything's a little off... ( sighs) even the laws of physics. Well, in that case, you're right. You shouldn't get on this thing. The laws of physics don't apply in here, either. ( panting groan) Sorry. Just trying to cheer you up. It's okay. Phlox promises me I'll be fine. It's going to be a while before any of us gets used to being... taken apart and put back together again. It seems perfectly natural to be anxious about it. I hope it's just a question of being anxious. Well, what else could it be? I saw my reflection become transparent. I saw water pass right through my hand. I'm not convinced that the transporter put me back the way it's supposed to. All the king's horses and all the king's men. I can see why you might imagine the universe unraveling. If you're afraid you haven't been put back together right, why assume anything else makes sense? If I were you, I'd ask the doc for a sedative. Nothing like crawling into bed. You men are all alike. No, wait and see. A night's sleep will do you a world of good. Thank God you're here. I've been stuck in here for hours. The door control is... She was here last night, right over there. Commander. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Have the security details reported back? No sign of her yet. We've covered the forward section of C-Deck. She's not here. Yes, she is. Have you tried the bio-searches again, Captain? Still nothing. Well, I'll go take a look at them. I'm going to maintain our present orbit until Hoshi turns up. T'Pol, meet me in Sick Bay right away. Yes, sir. She came to Sick Bay after the incident with the storm. Then a second time early last night. She wasn't feeling well? She said she felt shaky. You're aware that was the first time she'd ever transported? Quite aware. I believed that was the source of her anxiety. She was convinced her molecules hadn't been reassembled properly. I should've taken her more seriously. These are the biomolecular scans I took during each of her two visits. They seemed perfectly normal at the time. When I heard she was missing, something made me take a closer look. You see these protein filaments? Now look at... this. I'm going to need some help here, Phlox. Look how much her subcellular mem anes have degraded. These scans were taken less than 24 hours apart. It's virtually impossible. What's impossible? Ensign Sato wasn't imagining it. Her molecules are coming apart. It's the secondary phase coils. What about them? They're not aligning. They're not perfectly synchronized. It must've happened right after I came up from the surface. If they're not perfectly synchronized? The resequencing would start to dissipate. Within hours, she'll lose molecular cohesion. She didn't want to go first. I told her I wouldn't leave her alone with that storm coming, but she insisted on going second. She wanted to be sure it was working, that it was safe. I'm the one who should be missing. I told her to go first. She should've listened to me. It wasn't your fault. Take the transporter off-line and figure out what went wrong. Starfleet promised me this sort of thing wouldn't happen. Aye, sir. Captain, if there was a loss of molecular cohesion, I'm afraid we shouldn't be looking for Hoshi per se. What should we be looking for? Subcellular residue. There wouldn't be anything left by now except for subcellular residue. You're wrong, Doctor. I'm still in one piece. You just can't see me. Have the doctor help you recali ate the sensors. Then start scanning for this... residue. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead, sir. Prepare to eak orbit and resume previous course. Aye, Captain. I'll be in... my ready room. There's no way to be certain this is her. Is it Hoshi's DNA or isn't it? It's difficult to tell. The amino acids have oken down. Don't waste your time. It's not me. The internal scan said Access Shaft B7. She's got to be here somewhere. If you spend a little more time trying to figure out what happened to... ( whispery alien voice) Aask-jassoss! TUCKER ( distantly): What's the problem? The stream's too unstable. Lieutenant? You can do it, Ensign. It's as easy as one, two... Here, Doc, over here. What do you think? Try isolating the dipeptides. Now run a comparison with her genetic profile. Why would she have come down here? I doubt we'll ever know, Commander. Well, Captain Archer will want Hoshi's parents to have this. They're both alive, aren't they? Yeah, both alive. You go ahead, Doc. I'm going to... I'm going to stick around for a minute. I understand. ( sighs) Hoshi. You can see me? I should've made you go first. What could I have been thinking leaving you down there? I was the ranking officer and I had no business leaving a subordinate in the path of those storms. Why didn't you listen to me? I told you we'd be safe. And now look what you've done. Aask-jassoss toorat. MALE 2: Raak-sakoss. Aask-kass toorat? Vaas. Captain, I need you to listen to me. There are aliens on board from the surface. They're planting bombs on D-Deck. You've got to hear me. The ship is in danger. ( com beeps) Go ahead. We've located her father, sir. The mother isn't home. What time is it there? 0900. Put him through. Good morning, sir. Captain Archer. Is everything all right? No, sir, everything... is not all right. We've had an accident with our transporting device. Transporting device? What is that? You don't have time for this. A matter-stream converter. It was approved for transporting bio-matter before we left Earth. Got to find something that'll get your attention. We've used it a number of... Bio-matter? What are you referring to, produce or people? I'm just... trying to explain to you that Starfleet told us it was safe. So... Hoshi is safe. No, sir. There was an accident. She began to... Her molecules began to destabilize. Her molecules? What are you talking about, Captain? This isn't easy, sir. I fought to get Hoshi to come on this mission. I'm responsible for her being out here. She's... become a member of our family. Family? We're her family, not you. Why are you calling me? ( faint clicking) To say that she has become a member of your family? I'm sorry, Captain. You are not making any sense. We lost Hoshi today... Mr. Sato. I wish I didn't have to tell you that. You are saying Hoshi is dead? We're all going to be dead I'm sorry, sir. If I can't get him to notice this. Maybe... you could call us back later. This afternoon? How about Morse code? You know Morse Code, don't you? I must have time to speak with Hoshi's mother. Come on, listen. This afternoon. Can you hear it? I'm so sorry. So am I. ( whispers): Come on. ( tapping Morse code) That's right. It's not supposed to be making that noise, is it? Listen, you can hear it. S-O-S. S-O-S... It's a call for help. I need you to hear it. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain? Could you come in here for a minute? Right away. That's right... show it to her. One of you will figure it out. Look at this. I've never heard it make that noise before. A plasma circuit's being interrupted. I'll ask Commander Tucker to take a look at it. Listen to the pattern. Three dots, three dashes, three dots. S-O-S. Dots. Dots and dashes... Morse code. Its been used on Earth for centuries. It's a distress call. Let's see how good your memory is. H... O... It's changed. S... H... It still sounds like Morse code. I. Come on. This plasma circuit is self-contained. No one outside of this room could be using it to send a message. I'm not outside this room, I'm right here. It's been a very difficult day. Perhaps you should try and get some rest. You're right. I'll have Trip look at it tomorrow. Tomorrow's too late! They're going to blow up the ship. Captain! Taskjas-looran nee-jat. Ook'ka-sah. Soorar aht-toss! Sahrrok. Akaasloora-vee-noyanna. Tett. No, wait! TUCKER ( clearly): What's the problem? What? The stream's too unstable. Come on, Hoshi. Come on. You can do it, Ensign. It's as easy as one, two... three. Nice work, Malcolm. See, I told you, piece of cake. Where are they? We've got to stop them. Who? You heard me? You can hear me? Do you see me? Everything's fine, Hoshi. It's not fine. They put bomb on the warp reactor. Who? The aliens from the surface. There's no one on the surface... It's uninhabited. What are you talking about? They kidnapped you and Travis! We've got to stop them! Hoshi, the transporter was affected by the storms. I had some trouble reintegrating your matter stream. Trouble? You were sort of... trapped in the pattern buffer. But only for a few seconds. 8.3 seconds to be precise. Are you saying that I was just on the surface? You insisted on going second. Do you have a mirror? What? Forget it. And I was sure I was going to be the next Cyrus Ramsey. Cyrus who? So you're saying all of that happened in eight seconds? Actually, it probably happened in the last one or two seconds as your matter stream was coalescing. She seems fine. Malcolm is recommending some new transport protocols to Starfleet. He's suggesting we start compressing the transport beam. Well, I hope you don't plan on beaming me anywhere for a long time. But you said you stepped onto the aliens' transporter by choice. I was trying to save Enterprise. Sounds like you overcame your fear. It's all in my head, remember? Does it matter? You were afraid of getting lost, afraid of disappearing... but you still climbed onto that platform. Real or not. If it's all the same to you, sir, I'd like to stick to shuttlepods for the time being. Come on. Let's go to the Bridge. Captain... if you don't mind. ( door opens)
( harmonica playing blues melody) ( engines slowing) Archer to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. I know you're off duty, but we've got visitors. I can see that. Are you up for a little repair work? Sir? Meet me at Docking Port 2. On my way. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Anything serious? They said they were having trouble with one of their life-support systems. Who's they? Retellian cargo pilots. The seal is secure. Welcome aboard. Gracious of you to help us, Captain. We were beginning to think our distress call would never be answered. This is Subcommander T'Pol and my Chief Engineer, Commander Tucker. Our salvation. The Captain said something about life support. We were hired to return a young woman to her homeworld. A few days ago, her stasis pod began to malfunction. Stasis? Is she injured? No, no. She's a passenger. But our ship is designed to haul cargo, not people, and it's a very long journey. Putting her in suspended animation was our only choice. We have another five months ahead of us. If she wakes up, there won't be enough food, air to eathe. If we're forced to abort the mission, we won't get... paid. Commander Tucker is resourceful. I'm sure he'll be able to assist you. Mind if I have a look? Please. You've been very accommodating. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make another request. It's been a long time since we've enjoyed the luxury... of a bath. Oh. I understand. T'Pol will show you to guest quarters. When you're done, I'll have my chef prepare you a meal. This regulates power flow to the bio-pod. Looks very creative. These relays are from an old Ardanan shuttle. They weren't designed to carry this much current. I've got some EPS conduits that might do the trick. This'd be a lot easier if I could read your language. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask our Communications Officer to give me a hand. By all means. Is there a problem? No. No, no problem. I'm going to need some tools from Enterprise. With a little luck, Sleeping Beauty here will never know there was a problem. ( door chimes) Come in. I hope I didn't deplete your water supply. I'm sure we'll manage. Please. T'Pol tells me your vessel can't do much better than warp 2. Warp 2.2. I've been making some calculations. If I'm not mistaken, at warp 4.5, Enterprise can have you at your destination in less than four days. That's a generous offer, but I've already inconvenienced you far too much. It's no inconvenience. We're out here to meet new people. You're heading toward an inhabited world we've never seen. First contacts tend to go more smoothly when a familiar face is making the introductions. I'm sure you'll do fine on your own. You could dock in our Launch Bay. You wouldn't have to worry about that stasis pod. We have plenty of room for you and your passenger. It's not that simple, Captain. This has all been carefully prearranged. Her family is not expecting her for another five months. They're not even on her homeworld at the moment. But I will accept your offer of a meal... if it's not too late. Commander? Hello? Is that the translation? Give or take an adverb. Thanks. At least you don't have to work alone. Hell of a way to travel, isn't it? Who is she? Any idea? I asked Plinn, but he doesn't seem to know too much about her. Said something about studying medicine at a research colony. A doctor? I suppose so. She must have a real passion for it if she's willing to go through all this. Shame we'll never get to meet her. It's not polite to stare, Commander. What's that supposed to mean? Let me know if you have any problems with that translation. I... I wasn't staring. ( thumping) Hoshi? ( thumping continues) ( muffled screaming) Are you all right? ( yelling in alien language) ( soft beeping) Problem? The stasis pod. What about it? It's malfunctioning. If you'll excuse me, Captain. I'll show you to the Docking Port. I know the way. ( screaming) What are you doing?! Help me open this thing! We can't ing her out of stasis. She's suffocating! The release is jammed! Don't bother! I'm sorry about this, but the 02 recycler went off-line. Dulsha-tot! You're going to be all right. Kosh-vahs! ( soft beeping) Yes? There's a minor problem. I'm going to need your assistance. What kind of problem? The malfunction is more complicated than I expected. I'll be there in a moment. I don't mean to be rude. Not at all. Archer to Commander Tucker. Trip, can you hear me? Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Mr. Plinn? That's right. Lieutenant Reed. The Captain asked me to escort you back to your ship. That won't be necessary. I'm afraid I'm under orders. Have I done something wrong? It's just a precaution. I never realized leaving the Captain's table would cause so much concern. He's trying to eak loose. Secure the docking clamps. Report. He hasn't gotten far at warp 2, sir. Hail him. No response. Phase cannons. Target his engines. Direct hit to the port nacelle. He's dropping out of warp. Bring us into grappling range. Hail him again. Captain. T'Pol? Dilithium hydroxls... ionized pyrosulfates. He's moving off. Stay with him. I thought you took out one of his nacelles? So did I. Our warp drive won't engage. That cloud he released, it got into the plasma vents. They'll have to be purged. He's moving out of sensor range. I've lost him. ( groans softly) Tuuvat aat! Oh, what the hell did you do that for? Tuuvat aat! Hold on, hold on. I'm not working with them. Luuvasta eeva! Destass! Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm... I'm from a starship... called Enterprise. Uh... Enterprise. Now... put that thing down and I'll untie you. Your hands... I'll free your hands. Let me help you. Haas travva-duukla. What the hell's going on? Is it repaired? What? The stasis pod. Where's Captain Archer? Your ship is a long way from here. Slovaasa toraya! Repair the pod so we can put her back in stasis. It's going to take a few hours. Work quickly. ( door closes) Am-sohta. Uh... you're welcome? Tuul-ee-bahss? Have you seen a... a little device? Um, it's about this big, it has a... a keypad on it. Um... it's a universal translator. It'll help us understand each other. Hahs-nohs? That's it! It's-It's just so we can talk. I need you to say something. You got to keep talking. Voht tohnni-veh... ah-tyuun ponahs. A little more. Akassa jhorat... fooraya noora teh... fghassa aahna aahanjoora. Can you understand me? Seeraotta-jho! Where's Hoshi when you need her? Who is Hoshi?! That's better. Would you mind telling me what's going on here? How long have I been in stasis? Well, you'd have to ask them. Commander Tucker to Enterprise. Enterprise, do you hear me? You are an officer? Chief Engineer. Feels like we've gone to warp. Explain yourself. What do you know about my abductors? We thought they were cargo pilots. They claimed you were their passenger. I am their prisoner. I was returning from a diplomatic mission when they attacked my transport... murdered my guards. You don't know who I am, do you? Should I? My family is known on hundreds of worlds. Well, I'm afraid Earth isn't one of them. So, I take it you're not a doctor. I am First Monarch of the Sovereign Dynasty of Krios Prime. Oh. Charles Tucker llI. Pleased to meet you. So, what do these guys want? Ransom. No doubt they'll demand a high price for my safe return. Listen, my Captain will be looking for me. All we have to do is get off this ship and let him know where we are. And how do you propose we do that? I saw a shuttle bay earlier. There were a couple of escape pods. You're not going anywhere. I beg your pardon? We'll remain here until they contact the Sovereign Guard. Once the ransom has been paid, we'll be released. Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather take my chances in open space. It's too dangerous. If you leave, it would provoke them. If I remember right, this access tube leads to a junction near the Shuttle Bay. You are not to leave this chamber. With all due respect, I'm not one of your subjects. He's your partner. You must have some idea where he's going. Obviously, I'm his victim as well. Why else would he leave me here? Where were you taking your passenger? Goff had the coordinates. You don't even know what system you were heading for? It wasn't my responsibility. He was piloting the ship, not me. I spent most of my time looking after the cargo. Believe me, Captain, I'm as eager to find my partner as you are. If that's true... then we could work together to track him down. I don't see how. We've got pretty good long-range sensors, but your ship could be anywhere within a half dozen light-years. It'd be a lot easier if we knew your warp frequency. Well, I'm afraid I can't help you with that. I know very little about warp engines. Take him back to Docking Port 2. Put him in the airlock and post a security detail. I'm telling you the truth! We'll keep the outer hatch unlocked. If you decide to leave, you know the way out. Could you hand me that circuit probe? The one with the green handle? You must be one hell of a diplomat. Is your entire species so ill-mannered? No... just me. You know, if you were thinking rationally, you'd be repairing that stasis pod. He did threaten to kill you. That's precisely why I'm getting out of here. I really doubt they're going to keep me around once I fix their problem. You know, I realize someone in your position isn't used to taking advice from a guy like me... but I strongly suggest you come along. He'd never harm me. I'm too valuable to them. I've been involved in a few hostage situations. They rarely turn out the way you expect. You're correct, Mr. Tucker. I don't take advice from people like you. ( pop) You know... that stasis pod won't fix itself. Chances are you're going to spend the next five months tied up in this grimy little cargo hold. Not exactly my idea of a royal voyage. I'll be fine. When I get back to Enterprise, I'll make sure we get a message to your homeworld. Krios...? Krios Prime. Take care. Once you launch an escape pod, what makes you think they won't destroy it? I'm going to reroute their internal sensors. I'll be a million kilometers away before they know I'm gone. I'm much better company. How much farther? Just a few more meters. Are you sure this is the right direction? Keep your voice down. What am I supposed to call you, anyway? First Monarch? Your Highness? Kaitaama. What is that, some kind of a title? It's my name. Oh. What are you doing? These lead to internal sensors. We don't have all day. This is meant for one person. We'll have to make do. Unless you know how to fly one of these things. ( soft groans) What was that? We're crossing the subspace threshold. ( sighs) That wasn't so bad. What do you propose we do next? To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it. I assumed you had a plan. I was only joking. They do have a sense of humor where you come from? Among the commoners. Only joking. Well... it's only a matter of time before they realize we're gone. No doubt they'll come about and look for us. We need a place to hide. Where? If I'm translating this right, there's a system about 90 million kilometers from here. We should be able to reach it in a day or so. What makes you think any of those planets are habitable? Only one way to find out. Permission to set a course, Your Sovereignty? Proceed. Look, this would be a whole lot easier if you'd stop moving around. You're touching me. I'm afraid I don't have much choice. It's inappropriate to touch the First Monarch. You're welcome to step outside until I'm done. Excuse me. There we go. Landing thrusters... Oh, no, wait, they're stabilizers. You have no idea how to control this vehicle. I'm working on it. Even if we do find a eathable atmosphere and you manage to land without killing us, what will we do about food? Water? There could be hostile life-forms on the surface. How will we protect ourselves? Look, I've got less than 24 hours to figure out how to scan a star system and program a descent sequence in a language I don't understand, and I'm not going to get it done with you interrupting me every five seconds. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep quiet until I'm finished. Now, lift your butt. My what? Your behind... Your rear end. I haven't checked that panel yet. Quickly. You know, you were a lot more pleasant in stasis. I think I found the landing thrusters. I understand how difficult this must be for someone of your up inging. But we could be stuck out here for a while. We should find a way to get along. I'm willing to give it a try if you are. My hand. You're sitting on my hand. I'll try. The prisoner, sir... as ordered. Thank you. Will there be anything else, Captain? Not right now, Lieutenant. Dismissed. Have a seat. Why have I been ought here? Sit down. I already told you everything I know. We're not here to talk about your partner. We're here to talk about you. What about me? You're facing some very serious charges, Mr. Plinn. Where we come from, criminals are held accountable for their actions. If they're found guilty, they're punished. This is where your tribunal is going to take place. Tribunal? I am not subject to your laws. That's not for me to decide. Starfleet asked the Vulcan High Command to assign a judicial administrator to Enterprise. Someone who wouldn't be swayed by human emotion... Someone objective, logical. From what I understand, Subcommander T'Pol has already reviewed the evidence. This tribunal is nothing more than a formality. I thought you should be prepared. Her punishments can be... severe. How severe? If you're late for your shift, you might receive a beating. But for more grievous offenses... dereliction of duty, conduct unbecoming an officer... ( sighs) We started out with 83 crewmen on board. We're down to 76. But I haven't done anything wrong. Accessory to kidnapping, resisting arrest, obstruction of an investigation, causing damage to a Starfleet vessel... What damage? When your partner fled, he released a cloud of dilithium hydroxls that clogged our plasma vents. I had nothing to do with that. As I said... I'm not the one you have to convince. ( door chimes) Subcommander. Has the accused been informed of the charges? Yes, ma'am. How much do you weigh? What? Your weight. 72 kilograms. Height? 1.8 meters. Why are you asking these questions? Does your culture observe any postmortem rituals? This is not fair. I demand to speak with someone from my government. He's got a point. We've never tried an alien before. Maybe we should contact the High Command. They've granted me complete autonomy in these matters. If I had to consult my superiors every time I made a ruling, it would defeat my purpose here. We'll convene at 1800 hours. As you wish. You can't allow this. There's nothing I can do. But you're the Captain! ( sighs) She owes me a few favors. I can't promise anything, but I... I'd be willing to ask for leniency. Of course, I'd want something in return. We still haven't found a way to locate your vessel. If you could remember that warp frequency...? Are there any provisions? I'm hungry. You might check that storage compartment above your head. You do it. I'm busy. If you find any water up there, I could use some. Thanks. Allow me. I'm not contagious. Is it edible? Well, depends how hungry you are. Reminds me of my first car. Car? A four-wheeled vehicle. Wasn't much bigger than this. All we're missing is the ocean eeze coming off the Gulf. I used to drive out to a place called Chatkin Point... park along the shoreline and stare at the moon with my girlfriend. Don't worry. I won't make a pass at you. The Sovereign Guard would cut off one of your hands. You must be a fun date. The First Monarch doesn't socialize with the opposite sex. You've never been on a date? Four years ago, before I was selected to ascend to First Monarch, I was courted by young men from many noble families. Now I spend my personal time in the company of my father's advisors. Sounds kind of lonely. You haven't finished your work. It's all water. There's a chain of islands near the equator. Will we be able to eathe? Oxygen, nitrogen, a trace of methane. Nothing we can't handle. Do you detect any life-forms? If I could figure out how to use the bio-sensors. Are you certain we have the correct planet? It's the only one with an atmosphere. You may begin our descent. Let's hope I get this right. We're entering the thermosphere. ( alarm bleeping) The port stabilizer's down. Can you repair it? No, but the starboard one should keep us on course. Mr. Tucker! So far so good. 8,000 meters. I think they're meters. 7,000. I'm pretty sure the aking thrusters are firing. 5,000 meters. You might want to grab hold of something. 2,000 meters. 1,000... Hold on. You all right? What is that? Damned if I know. ( birds calling, insects buzzing) This heat is unbearable. It's nothing compared to a summer in the Everglades. At least there aren't any mosquitoes. Where are we going? Over there. Looks like a good place to set up camp. Your vessel will never find us here. Don't underestimate Captain Archer. You're bleeding. It's just a scratch. Remove your uniform. I'll take care of it later. We have no idea what microbes live in this environment. It could become infected. I said later. You're my only hope of surviving here, Mr. Tucker. I don't intend to let you die. This one. Hold still. The provisions won't last for more than a day. It sounds like there's plenty of wildlife. I grew up in a place kind of like this. I don't think we're going to starve. And I can use the thruster assembly from the pod to start a fire, boil some water. Thanks. You're welcome. That's the best you could do? There's very little dry wood. Keep looking. What are you waiting for? I'm not your servant. You're the one who was raised in a primitive environment. You find the wood. What's that supposed to mean? You're obviously better suited to physical labor. In case you haven't noticed, we're not in a palace. You said it yourself. You won't survive without my help, so it seems to me that I'm the one in charge. The king of the swamp! Now get your ass out there and don't come back without an armful of dry wood! I should have you imprisoned for speaking to me that way. You should give me a medal. You'd be dead if it weren't for me! I'm beginning to think that would be preferable. I doubt the commoners back home would complain. How dare you! You're the one who took a swing at me! You insulted the First Monarch! I'm just a petty commoner, remember? Raised on a primitive... ( beeping sound) ( beeping continues) What's wrong? A homing beacon. Unless I'm way off, someone just locked on to it. Your vessel? No way to tell. ( laughs) ( grunting) ( growling) Leave him. Let's find his weapon. There's someone else here. Trip? This a bad time? Captain's Starlog, September 12, 2152. We've rendezvoused with a Krios battle cruiser, which has taken the kidnappers into custody. So, when do you ascend? 246 days. It's a long shot, but maybe Enterprise will get the chance to visit Krios Prime before then. Of course, from what you've told me, I doubt your family would let me see you. I doubt they would. But once I've been made First Monarch, I'll have the authority to change the rules. What kind of changes? Come visit me. ( softly): Perhaps you'll find out.
Captain's Starlog, September 18, 2152. We've entered orbit of an uninhabited planet. Our scans show it's teeming with all sorts of plant and animal life. I'll be leading a survey team to the surface. There's a gorge on the southern continent five times deeper than the Grand Canyon. What have you got in mind? How about a little river rafting? T'Pol says it only gets dark four days a month because of the binary suns. We'll have plenty of daylight left after we're done working every night. It's going to take at least a week to complete the survey. Should be enough time to sneak in some R&R. T' Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We've got an alien vessel approaching. They're hailing us. Put them through to Shuttlepod 1. Yes, sir. New planet, new aliens... banner day. We're very relieved to see you. I'm Rellus Tagrim. This is my crew. Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. Something we can do for you? Considering the circumstances, we would like permission to come aboard as soon as possible. What circumstances? The neutronic wave front... it's almost here. Nothing on sensors. You should detect the storm in a few minutes. It's traveling at high warp. Once we're aboard, I suggest that you go to warp 7 immediately. Our top speed is warp 5. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. T' The wave front spans more than half a dozen light-years. A Vulcan starship encountered a Class-5 over a century ago. The vessel was... nearly destroyed. How long until it hits? Approximately four hours. If we reinforce structural integrity, we should be able to weather it without too much trouble. Enterprise may survive. The crew is another matter. The storm is saturated with radiolytic isotopes. If the crew is exposed, they'll be dead within three minutes. Sick Bay is the most heavily shielded section. It's possible that some of the crew could survive there. We can't fit 83 people into Sick Bay. And I'm not about to draw lots. What about the Catwalk? You know, the maintenance shaft running the length of each nacelle. They are heavily shielded... some kind of osmium alloy, if I remember. You're proposing we take refuge in a crawl space? It'll be a tight squeeze, but there's no reason we can't fit 83 people in there. And whatever supplies we need. Doctor? Do you know the absorption depth of this alloy? At least 20,000 particles per micron. It should be adequate. There's just one other problem. It gets kind of toasty in there when the warp coils are on line... about 300 degrees. We'd have to shut down the main reactor. I don't see that we have any choice. We'll use the Catwalk. Set up a command station in one of the compartments. Aye, Captain. You'll be in charge of the evacuation. Take us out of orbit, Travis. Maybe we should open a window. You think it's stuffy now, wait till we get 83 people in here. Don't forget Porthos and all the doctor's animals. You ever been through a storm as bad as this? We ran into a Class-3 once. Had to take shelter in the ship's core. We were down there for six weeks. Six weeks? ( sighs) Any idea about a latrine? Oh, I never thought about that. There are some storage lockers in the aft compartment. We ought to be able to convert a couple of them. This'll be our Bridge. We're going to have to jury-rig these panels, tap them into command functions. Not much room for a Captain's chair. That storm must've been pretty scary. We only got worried when the generators went down. We lost the grav-plating, life support... I'll never forget that look in my father's eyes. He knew we were in trouble. Sorry to keep you in there so long. Please... We understand. My Science Officer tells me you're from the Takret system. That's a long way from here. Our work often takes us far from home. We're stellar cartographers. Really? Once we get out of the storm, maybe you could help us update our starcharts. We'd be pleased. This way. You're behind schedule. Do you need help? I understand you've allotted 15 cubic meters for medical supplies? That's correct. That means there's only enough room for two-thirds of these cages. ( sighs) Perhaps some of your creatures could share. They'll eat each other. They're vital to my work and the health of this crew. I'm not accustomed to making emotional appeals. Please... don't ask me to choose between them. All right. 20 cubic meters. My Edosian slugs thank you. I'm afraid these aren't first class accommodations. They'll be fine, Commander. We're grateful for your hospitality. We're going to have a lot of time to get to know each other. If you need anything, I'll be right over here. I don't know the first thing about stellar cartography. Guri... What if they begin to ask questions? ( door chimes) Come in. I didn't expect it to be beautiful. Too bad we don't have time to run some scans. We'll be inside the phenomenon for nearly eight days. We can run all the scans we want. Lieutenant Reed has completed his modifications. I'm a little nervous about shutting down the power grid. A single neutronic surge could overload the grid and damage critical systems. I did a little research in the Vulcan database. That Class-5 storm a century ago... it involved the Starship T'Plana. Apparently, they couldn't outrun the wave front. It was lost with all hands. I thought you said it was nearly destroyed. I must've remembered incorrectly. Bridge to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. Ready for the handoff? Give me a second. Standing by, Captain. We're in the driver's seat. See you in a few minutes. Archer out. Let's close up shop. Done a head count? The entire crew's accounted for including one quadruped. Would you like to try out the Captain's chair? Maybe later. Where's the com? All hands, this is the Captain. This Catwalk is going to be our home for a while; a week, maybe more. You may not be comfortable, but you'll be alive. We have the best crew in the fleet and the sturdiest ship. I promise you, we'll get through this. Time? One minute, five seconds. Polarize the hull plating. 30 seconds. Travis? Spatial turbulence. 20 seconds. Fifteen. Ten. All hands, ace for impact. Aft stabilizers aren't engaging. Try them again! Grav-shear's dropping. That should be the worst of it, sir. At least for now. Yours? Looks like you're almost finished. You wouldn't know who was the first Vulcan ambassador to Earth? Six letters, ends with an R. Solkar... I think. Thanks, Captain. Don't mention it. ( sighs) How you holding up? Pretty well, sir. A few days in this place should cure anyone of claustrophobia. Your quarters will probably feel like a ballroom after this. You're the Captain. Can't you order the storm to calm down a little? I'll see what I can do. How're they doing? Well, your guess is as good as mine. One of them came out a few hours ago. Told us we were making too much noise. I've been real friendly... even asked them to join the game. Doesn't seem like they want to have anything to do with us. Let's give them a little time to adjust. You know, I bet by now we'd have set up camp on the rim of that canyon... had a fire going. There'll be other canyons. Lieutenant, are you passing through or is there something I can help you with? Actually, there is something. Yes? ( clears throat) I assume I can depend on doctor-patient confidentiality. This wouldn't have anything to do with gastrointestinal distress? Is it that obvious? Not at all. There's a notation in your medical file. Something about an unfortunate incident during zero-G training? The EV simulator at Lunaport. Or as Starfleet trainees call it... The Vomitorium. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I've treated a number of crewmen this afternoon for motion sickness. That should last for about 12 hours. Oh. Thank you, Doctor. Feeling all right, Malcolm? Uh... never better. Any problems with the crew? Oh, a few bumps and uises from the turbulence. Nothing too serious. I could see about moving some of this to the aft section. Nonsense! I have plenty of room. I find the close quarters rather comforting. It reminds me of home. I didn't realize space was at a premium on Denobula. 12 billion people sharing one continent. Let me know if you change your mind. ( hatch opens) Travis? We've got a cluster of plasma eddies about 80,000 kilometers ahead. I should be able to steer clear of them. Wake me if there's a problem. Aye, Captain. When we're past those eddies, try and get some rest yourself. Ensign Tanner can relieve you. Thank you, sir. Good night. Night. Hey... Hey, you. Go on. Go to sleep. ( low volume) Yeah... Phew! Oh! Is this bothering you? Only slightly. ( turns off padd) ( sighs) ( padd beeping) Am I disturbing you? Only slightly. You know, there's a ight side to all of this. Really? It's inging the crew closer together. If you forget about the storm outside, this is almost like going on a camping trip. Perhaps we can sing a few songs later. Haven't you ever gone camping? In a manner of speaking. I once participated in the kahs-wan ritual. I was taken to the desert and left to survive for 10 days. Sounds fun. You haven't left the command area much today. You might want to wander around, get to know the crew. I'm familiar with every one of them. There's a lot more to these people than just their names. It'd be good for you to fraternize a little. Is that an order? Does it have to be? I'm not skilled at fraternizing. Here's a chance to learn. I'll see your strawberry shortcake... and I'll raise you one pineapple cobbler. Mm... Broccoli? I'm out of desserts. Call. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a shower right about now. When this hand's over, maybe you could look into building one. Would you like a sauna while I'm at it? ( chuckles) You knew we'd be stuck in here for over a week. You might've given a little thought to making it tolerable! I only had four hours, Malcolm. You're lucky we've got a toilet. Well, I obviously overestimated your people's abilities when it comes to indoor plumbing. You want to take a shower? Build one yourself. Thanks, Chef. Thanks, Chef. Pot roast! Oh, come on. That's the third time in three days. Anyone know what they're showing tonight? The Day the Earth Stood Still. We're having movie night in here? Captain's orders. I set up a monitor in Compartment 5. The screen's a little small, but... Who's picking these movies? Shouldn't we all get a vote? I think something's burning. Are you aware you're sitting on top of a plasma manifold?! You gotta turn that thing off! I apologize, Commander. We should've spoken with you first. That might've been a good idea. We've had trouble digesting your food. Archer to Tucker. Go ahead. I need you in the command area right away. I'll be right there. I'll talk to Chef. Maybe he can... heat that up for you. We may have a problem in Engineering. The antimatter injectors have come on line. That can't be right. Probably just a glitch. Think you've got room for one more sleeping bag in here? Not happy with your bunk mates? I caught them throwing a barbecue next to a plasma manifold. Now, I understand we're explorers... We're supposed to keep an open mind about different cultures, but these guys are driving me crazy. They only need to sleep once a week. So they've kept us up the last two nights with their strange rituals: chanting, walking in circles. They've practically taken over the compartment! Don't forget they're the ones who warned us about the storm. We owe them. Be patient. I'm trying. Looks like the matter injectors and the antimatter injectors are on line. Two sensor glitches? A power surge could've triggered both circuits. Do you have any idea what the odds are of that happening? Can you shut them down? Not from here. Someone's gonna have to go to Engineering. ( sighs) Remember, the suit will protect you for only 22 minutes. It'd be best not to take the scenic route. ( door latch clanks) ( footsteps descending) ( alarm beeping) ( door opening) We've searched every deck. There's no sign of the fugitives. What about the crew? It appears they have deserted the ship. These humans. They've traveled over a hundred light-years from their homeworld. Captain's Starlog, Fe uary 9, 2152. The Vulcans have allowed the Mazarites to leave. Ambassador V'Lar says there's a... Archer and his crew must've taken refuge in a nearby system. They may intend to return. What's the status of the warp engines? I'm having difficulty with the dilithium matrix. Make it a priority. 2152. We've responded to a distress call from a vessel in the... They're immune to radiolytic isotopes. The storm was never any threat to them. Funny. You didn't mention that. We were in danger. Our ship is less durable than yours. We would've been destroyed by the storm! Who are they? What are they doing here? Captain, I assure you we don't know these men. They just happened to find Enterprise in the middle of a Class-5 neutronic storm? Where three members of their own species just happened to be taking refuge? T' We're more than 20 light-years from your homeworld. It's an unlikely coincidence. I get the feeling they must be looking for you! Answer me! I told you we shouldn't have come here. Guri. They're officers of the Takret Militia. They've been pursuing us for weeks. We thought we could evade them by hiding aboard your ship. They must've detected our vessel in your Launch Bay. What do they want with you? We used to be members of the militia in the lower ranks, but, after a year, we realized that the commanding officers were corrupt. They seize alien vessels without provocation. They murder the crews, take anything of value. They're little more than criminals. We tried to resign our commissions, but they wouldn't allow it. You're deserters. We had no choice. We would've told you the truth, but we weren't sure that you would help us. If they find us, we'll be executed. Captain, I apologize for the difficult position that we've put you in, but I know these men. Even if they found us, I doubt they'd simply leave. They've captured vessels far less impressive than yours. They're trying to re-initialize the warp reactor, sir. Seems to me they've already decided to help themselves to Enterprise. They obviously don't realize we're in the Catwalk. If they learn we're here, it would undoubtedly endanger the crew. What're you suggesting? We just... sit on our hands until they fire up the engines? You're assuming these three are telling the truth. They've already lied to us! We're not lying. These men are dangerous. Paltani to Captain. Yes. The dilithium matrix is active. We're ready to initialize the warp reactor. Stand by. Do we have helm control? The navigation relay is still not responding. I think they've been rerouted. How much longer? I'm not certain. Bring the warp engines on line and report to the Bridge. Acknowledged. We may outnumber them, but we only have three EV suits. I could take a security team and ing back more. I doubt you'd get very far. The Launch Bay's crawling with them. Even if we could get the suits, we only have 22 minutes in the radiation. Hard to believe we could retake the ship in that am... How long do we have? It'll take a while for the warp coils to charge. How long? 20 minutes... tops. Remember, Junction 42-Alpha. Understood. Third panel, starboard side, and be careful. There's a lot of current running through those circuits. I really ought to be the one doing this, Captain. The doc said I was only out there for 13 minutes. Forget it, Trip. You've already been exposed. I've isolated your com frequencies. They won't hear a thing. Tell Travis to wait for my signal. Any progress? Not yet. We could lose our ship by staying here. We should take what we can and leave. Keep working. I want helm control. I'll see you back at the Catwalk. Don't be late. Aye, Captain. T'Pol? We're in position. All right. First, you're going to have to disrupt the antimatter stream. Do you see the blue conduit to the left of the power-transfer module? Go ahead. Start by locking down the flow regulators. Stand by. ( beeping) We're being hailed. Another ship? No. It's coming from within this vessel. Answer it. You're in my chair. Captain Archer. I didn't realize you were still aboard. Where's the rest of your crew? They're dead. Killed by the storm. I'm sorry. Thanks for your condolences. Now, why don't you... get the hell off my ship?! I'm afraid I can't do that. We detected a vessel in your Launch Bay that belongs to three fugitives. I've been watching you... ( gasping) I know you're trying to take Enterprise. I'm not going to let you. You're in no position to do anything about it. I am in command of this Bridge. Your vessel has been impounded under the authority of the Takret Militia. When we return, you'll be charged with criminal conspiracy. I don't recognize your authority! I answer to Starfleet Command! And I'm under orders to use any means necessary to keep my ship from falling into enemy hands! I have soldiers searching every deck. It's only a matter of time before they find you. You're leaving me... ( labored eathing) no choice. I'll destroy Enterprise. Earth's first warp-5 starship? Your father's engine? I've been reading about you, Captain. I doubt very much if you'll do anything to damage this vessel. You'd be surprised. Can you trace his signal? He's somewhere on the fifth deck. You have men there. Alert them! Go ahead. It's time to change course, Travis. Head straight for that plasma eddy. It'll take a minute, sir. Try to keep us in one piece. I'm on my way back. Archer out. We've altered course. Where's he taking us? What's the problem shutting down the reactor? We're having trouble with the dilithium sequencers. It's taking longer than we expected. I don't mean to rush you, but it's getting pretty warm in here. He's steering us toward a plasma eddy! How long? Less than eight minutes. Get me helm control! It'll take me much longer than that. We should evacuate. No! You heard what he said. He's willing to destroy his own ship. The temperature just went up another six degrees. Subcommander, how's it coming? We're disabling the final sequencer. The warp reactor has shut down. Spatial disturbance. We're four minutes from the eddy. Unless you've found a way to turn this ship around, I strongly suggest we abort the mission. Three minutes. Soldiers, report to the docking hatch immediately. I repeat... report to the docking hatch! Report. We're too close to the eddy. We've got to veer off. Maintain your course. Another one like that will split us in two! They could still be on board. We've got no choice. T' Maintain your course. That's an order. ( com beeps) Go ahead. Travis, I hope you're not still heading for that eddy. Our friends are gone. Ensign. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We seem to have passed through the worst part of the storm, but it'll still be a while before we can leave the Catwalk. The crew's in relatively good spirits, considering they haven't had a change of uniform in eight days. Did that guy shoot one of his own men? It's hard to tell them apart in those ridiculous hats. The dead man was secretly working for Sheriff Boggs. How do you know that? Isn't it obvious? All hands, this is the Captain. Thanks to some fine piloting by Travis Mayweather, we're going to be moving out of the storm a little earlier than expected. We should be clear in a few minutes. ( cheers and applause) Glad you could join us, Subcommander. We have movie night every Tuesday... if you're interested. I apologize for the trouble we've caused. Where are you headed next? The Gyrannan system. We should be safe there. Good luck. That's everyone.
Chief Engineer's Log, supplemental. This turned out to be the perfect spot to test the autopilot upgrades. ( sighs) The gas giant has dozens of moons. It's like a... gravitational jigsaw puzzle. Watch out, Travis. These modifications are working so well, pretty soon we won't need pilots anymore. Archer to Shuttlepod 1. Captain? Looks like you're about to have some company, Trip. Sensors are picking up a small... ( transmission fades to static) Say again, Captain. I'm picking up a lot of interference. ( staticky, fading): There's a small vessel approaching your position... ( console beeping) This is Commander Charles Tucker. Tucker to Enterprise! Mayday! I'm losing power. Mayday! If you can hear me, I'm making an emergency landing, thrusters only. I take it back, Travis. I could use a flesh-and-blood pilot right about now. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Enterprise to Shuttlepod 1. Commander Tucker, do you read me? Malcolm? I detected weapons fire and then both ships... just disappeared. Last known position? Approximately 50,000 kilometers, bearing 003... mark 27, I think. I can't be more specific. It's the damned interference. Many of these moons have atmospheres that contain selenium isotopes. That's most likely what's affecting our sensors. Trip's a good pilot. If he was near one of those moons, he most likely set down on it. How many are there? Sixty-two. Then we'd better start looking. Travis. Aye, sir. We'll scan every moon even if we have to do it with binoculars. Keep hailing him. ( heavy sigh) Chief Engineer's Log, supplemental. For the record... I was attacked by a small craft. ( groans softly) I don't know what I did to provoke them. Then something in this moon's atmosphere neutralized my engines and I was forced to make an emergency landing. ( sighs) Looks like I took some damage on impact. Main power's still off-line. I don't think I'll be flying out of here. First things first. I'll try and get the transceiver working... contact Enterprise. ( quietly): Damn it. ( rustling) ( rustling) Va'dz-ra tahn-szuk! ( panting) Son of a bitch stole my transceiver. Who are they? An Arkonian military vessel. You've dealt with them? No, but I'm aware of their reputation. If we're in their territory, we should proceed with extreme caution. ( console beeps) They're hailing us. You are on an unauthorized course. Leave immediately. And you are? Captain Khata'n Zshaar. I have orders to destroy any vessel that violates our territory. I'm Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We weren't aware that this system was claimed by anyone. Why is there a Vulcan on your Bridge? Subcommander T'Pol is my Science Officer. Turn your ship around. A member of my crew is missing. We believe he exchanged weapons fire with a small vessel. Was it one of yours? We sent a patrol ship to intercept your shuttle. We have also lost contact. Then maybe we can look for them together. Once we've recovered our crewman, we'll be more than happy to leave. If your shuttle did encounter my patrol ship, your crewman is already dead. Either way, we're not going anywhere until we know what happened. Now, it seems to me we have a similar problem. Two missing people and 62 moons. It'll go a lot faster if we use both our ships to coordinate the search. The sooner we get started, the sooner we'll be out of your territory. It's him. I recognize his shuttlecraft. And he seems about as bad off as I am. Whatever knocked out my engines probably did the same to his. ( sighs) If I'd ought a universal translator along, I'd be able to explain to this guy that I'm just trying to get out of here like he is. One piece of good news. It's starting to warm up a little. Dawn is coming. Va'dz-RA! ( frustrated groan) Adz'ahe kun'tnck, tnee'kha. ( Tucker's faint voice): I'm coming out now. I know you don't understand me. Please don't fire. I want to talk. I'm not armed. I won't hurt you. We need to talk. You have something that belongs to me. I want it back. If you understand anything that I'm saying to you, I want you to listen very, very closely. Mary had a little lamb. Its fleece as white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. ( voice continues faintly) ( alarm bleeping) ( both grunting) Now... maybe we can introduce ourselves. Askaas tooratt yzarra! Nice to meet you, too. Now, I don't want to hurt you. I just want my transceiver back. ( grunts) ( groans) Tsunsana ahn-szuk... Gahn thak! Gahn thak! I'm no good until I've had my coffee. ( groaning) Tnee'kha. Tsunsana kha'n a'haba? You wouldn't have a universal translator on you? Tnee'kha! I don't understand a word you're saying! Va'dz-RA m'Kush'ka! I can't make it work! It's oken. You know, oken. I was trying to make repairs when you stole it. Kush'ka rooratta, tsunsana! What? Kush'ka rooratta! You want me to fix your transceiver. Is that a yes or a no? Kush'ka! Kush'ka to you, too! Araat! You kill me and I can't fix anything. You're going to have to untie me. I need my hands. Kutku ncatta ackzatche. I try anything, I'm a dead man. I get the message. Any progress? We've searched five of the moons. No sign of Commander Tucker or the Arkonian ship. And the Arkonians? It appears they've made no progress either. They're continuing to search the moons they agreed to. This is their territory. They could have called for more ships to help search. I'm afraid they don't trust us... primarily because I'm a Vulcan. What's the bad blood? We made first contact nearly a hundred years ago, not long after the Arkonians developed warp drive. But from the beginning, our relations were difficult. Your people accepted Vulcan guidance... open to diplomatic and cultural exchanges. The Arkonians were suspicious and deceitful. Eventually, the High Command withdrew its contingent. Well... maybe we'll have better luck with them. It doesn't appear promising. They agreed to work with us. For now. I'd advise you to remain cautious. Arkonians are unpredictable. They're prone to hostility. I'll keep that in mind. Let me know when we reach the next moon. Damn it! Damn it! Well... looks like we've made some headway in our first contact between humans and, um... whatever you are. Unfortunately, your first word is something you wouldn't want to use in polite company. Gha'za't kba tu'nu'n Damn it. No. I'm Trip. Trip. Trip. Zho'Kaan. Zho'Kaan. Great. Now that we've been properly introduced... how about some water, Zho'Kaan? It's getting... kind of hot. Thirsty. You know... drink... water. Trip! Thanks. What the hell is that? Va'dz-RA maastass! Sorry. I have water in my shuttle. Water! Something I can drink. Dza't ku'mnuchta... Trip. Dza't... Dza't. There's a medkit in my shuttlepod. What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? That was quite a trick. Dza't. Dza't ku'mnuchta! All right, all right. I can't fix this thing. It's a lost cause. Maybe if you vomit on it, it'll fix itself. Come over here. I want you to see this. Here. Come here. It's like talking to Porthos. See this? I tried bypassing the induction coil, but it didn't work. See? In here. ( moaning) I can't fix this. I need to get back to my ship. My ship. Now, pick 'em up. Pick them up! Kuuratt jhaza. Ah, same to you. Now, let's get going. What have you got? See for yourself. I'll need a little help here. It's a thermokinetic analysis of the moons. Each of them undergoes extreme temperature variations during their orbits. Go on. At night, it can drop to five or even ten degrees below zero. Doesn't sound so bad. During the day, the temperature can rise to as high as 170 degrees. We better hope that Trip landed on the night side. And that we find him before the sun rises. Don't give me that look. You started this. You want some food? Food. ( hacking) Nohkto. Nohkto... I couldn't agree more. T'mna khenna v'dhoze. V'dhoze. You want food from your ship? V'dhoze... that means food? V'dhoze. V'dhoze... ship. Ship. Sorry, but eakfast is going to have to wait. I've figured out a way to get us out of here. I got a pretty good look at your com configuration back there. I think I can cannibalize the power supply from your transceiver... and use it to get mine working. Maybe get a message off. Got it. Almost there. I think this is going to work. Nohkto. No, not nohkto. Good. Good. That's right. We're getting out of here. Once we get back to Enterprise, and we can finally understand each other, the first words out of your mouth better be thank you. ( hissing laughter) You think that's funny? Huh? You going to laugh now? Tucker to Enterprise. Enterprise, do you read me? Come on, Hoshi. Tucker to Enterprise. This terrain, it's all volcanic. Igneous rock is heavy in diamagnetic minerals. It's interfering with the transmission. I think I know what we need to do. The transceiver, um, the, the tsunsana... it's bad down here. Nohkto. But if we take it to higher ground, we could avoid some of the interference. I'm going to need help. You and me, together. See? ( gun clatters on ground) I'm not going to hurt you. And you... are not going to hurt me. We'll work together. Hrtyanna. Before we start, we'll get some food from your ship. Your v'dhoze. ( growling) ( grunting) Easy. ( hissing) ( grunts) ( grunting) ( panting) Is that the best you can do? Jhasskoss. We can fight some more if you want. Or we can try to get the hell out of here. ( panting) What's it going to be? Come on. Captain, I'm picking up a transmission. Trip? I can't tell yet. I'm trying to get a lock. Chief Engineer's Log, supplemental. It's been two hours since we started signaling Enterprise. No response yet. The sun's not even up yet and it's already hotter than hell. My sparring partner doesn't look too good. I can't be sure, but I don't think his species can sweat. For the record, I have learned one thing about him... His name's Zho'Kaan. Anything you want to say to the folks back home? Nohkto. Yeah. That means bad. You would be proud of me, Hoshi. I've picked up about a dozen words in his language. A couple of them are real tongue-twisters. Yraat'a. Hey. Zho'Kaan. ( snorts) I thought I lost you there. Tsunsana... Enterprise... krtat? No... no Enterprise. Damn it. Don't worry. I'll get Phlox to cook up a new batch for you once we're aboard Enterprise. He's great with that kind of thing. ( groaning) Stay with me, Zho'Kaan. Gahn thak! Don't die on me now! Understand? All right. SATO ( staticky): Enterprise... Tucker... See? I told you. Hoshi, is that you? Do you read me? We read you, Trip. You're just in time, Captain. It's starting to get a little hot down here. We're getting a lock on your position now. Don't send a shuttlepod. There's something in this atmosphere that'll affect the engines. It's selenium isotopes. But we don't think it will interfere with the transporter. I'm not alone, Captain. We know. The Arkonians helped us find you. How are you and their pilot getting along? Uh, just like old friends. I'm a little worried, though. He's gotten very dehydrated. Stand by, Trip. Prepare the transporter. I wouldn't do that, Captain. What's the problem? I've been analyzing the Arkonians' physiology. Their endocrine system is extremely sensitive to temperature fluctuations. If that pilot is suffering from dehydration, it's no doubt causing an acute cellular eakdown. Meaning? Transporting him will most likely be fatal. Archer to Commander Tucker. I'm still here, Captain. Trip, we can ing you aboard, but we can't transport the Arkonian. Dr. Phlox says it will kill him. We'll try to find a way to get him back to his ship. But in the meantime, I'm getting you out of there. No way, Captain. I'm not leaving him here. The surface temperature is rising quickly, Commander. I estimate it will reach 130 degrees within the next hour. Let's get you home, then we'll worry about your friend. I'm sorry, sir, but I can't do that. Maybe there's another way. We know our pods can't make it... but I got a good look at the circuitry inside the Arkonian shuttle. One of theirs could be modified. How? If they take a look at their intake manifolds, I think they could realign them to filter out the isotopes. We'll talk to them, but I won't let you stay down there much longer. Understood. Archer out. Tucker to Enterprise. Enterprise, respond. Some of these relays have fused. ( sighing) Must be the heat. Hey. Gahn thak. ( groaning) I don't suppose the Captain'll trust me to go out on my own for a while. I wouldn't be surprised if he knocked me down to Steward. Your orange juice, sir. Jam or marmalade, sir? But I tell you I wouldn't trade my time on Enterprise. Not for anything. I've seen things I could never imagine back home. I saw the Great Plume of Agosoria and I saw the ringed moons of Matalas Prime. And I stood on an asteroid crater twice as high as Everest and went diving in the ice caves of Etheenia. Rode in a Suliban Cell Ship. Spent the night... I spent the night with a princess. ( chuckling) Oh, and I... I even got pregnant once. Now there's a story. I'm sure you have stories, too. That's why we chose this life, right? See things we've never seen before. Hell of a ride, though. Hell of a ride. Zho'Kaan. ( coughing) V'dhoze. ( door chimes) Come in. I just got a report from my doctor. Your pilot's responding well. He'll be ready to go home in a few hours. And your crewman? He's tired and a bit sunburned, but he's doing fine. If I discover that my pilot fired on your shuttle without provocation, he'll be disciplined. It was a misunderstanding. I hope we can avoid them in the future. I expect you to leave this system immediately, as agreed. I guess we won't be adding the Arkonians to our list of friends. The encounter was less volatile than I expected. ( chuckling) You managed to establish better relations in a single day than the Vulcans have in a century. Let's hope it stays that way. How's he doing? Why don't you ask him yourself? The universal translator is on line. They, uh, told me another ten minutes of sunshine and we'd have been cooked. Tarratt-aash. I thought you said the UT was working. I believe you promised me some tarratt-aash. You mean the own stuff you were drinking. Won't take a minute. Anything else while I'm at it? Our chef is making something called chicken marsala tonight. Tarratt... Tarratt-aash. Got you. Trip. When I fired at your vessel... I'm grateful I didn't destroy it. That makes two of us.
Your neurolytic enzymes are considerably higher than last month. The treatment's no longer effective? I told you it was just a matter of time before we'd need supplemental medications. This conference is a perfect opportunity. Some of your finest physicians will be there. It's essential that I speak with them. It's too great a risk. I'd be taken off Enterprise. I think I can question them without revealing that you're infected. It's too great a risk. I'm afraid we have no choice. Without further treatment, you could very possibly die. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've entered orbit of Dekendi llI where the Interspecies Medical Exchange is hosting a conference. We'll be picking up a neutron microscope, but more importantly, we'll get a chance to meet one of Phlox's wives. How long's it been, Doc? Oh, I haven't seen Feezal for nearly four years. What's the point of having three wives if you never get to see them? Denobulans are renowned for their patience. Welcome, my beloved! My beloved. ( both sniffing) Captain Archer, I'd like you to meet my second wife, Feezal. It's a pleasure to have you aboard. Thank you. And this is our Chief Engineer, Commander Tucker. Ma'am. I look forward to helping you install the microscope. We can hold that off till later. I'm sure the two of you are eager to spend some time together. Nonsense, Captain. We've been apart for four years... another hour, another day. As I said, we are very patient. Well, in that case, why don't we have some lunch while the microscope's being unloaded? I'd be honored. Won't you be joining us, Commander? I'd love to, but I think I should make sure your equipment gets up to Sick Bay in one piece. Then I'll see you after lunch? You bet. ( buzz of many voices) FEMALE ( on P.A.): The Coridan Genome Conference has been rescheduled for 1400 hours in Auditorium 6. It seems odd, doesn't it, that a Denobulan physician would be interested in a Vulcan disease? One of my colleagues on Denobula has been studying Pa'nar Syndrome for some time. Its pathology is quite similar to thymic sclerosis. Thymic sclerosis? It's a nonfatal illness, which we've had very little success treating. I promised him, my colleague back home, that I'd inquire about any recent advances in its treatment. We're hesitant to discuss Pa'nar Syndrome, Doctor. This illness is unique to a subculture, a small percentage of our population. Their behavior is neither tolerated nor sanctioned. My friend is well aware of that. Unfortunately, thymic sclerosis is found in all strata of Denobulan society. Developing a cure is of paramount importance. Do you have any literature on this disease? As I told you, I'm currently serving on a Starfleet vessel. Humans are not susceptible to it. I could contact my colleague, but it would take at least five days before we'd receive a response. I'm afraid we'll have returned to Vulcan by then. Anything you could provide me with would be instrumental in helping the Denobulan people. We'll have to discuss your request, Doctor. When we've reached a decision, we'll contact you aboard your ship. Thank you for your time. If the reflectometer is supposed to amplify the neutron stream, shouldn't it be installed before the emitters? It's collimating the neutrons, not amplifying them. If you read the instructions, you'll find it's all very clear. Oh, I've tried to read the instructions and they are anything but clear. I don't want to ag, but I can take apart and put back together just about any piece of equipment I've ever met. It's one of the reasons Captain Archer picked me for this mission, because I'm really good at following instructions. But these are in... Denobulan, I understand. That's why I'm here. So let's go through it slowly. Do you see the threads on the aperture ring? Here. Exactly. Take the smaller condenser lens and screw it on. Now remodulate the emitter frequency. That'll initiate the neutron stream. Which one? You're going to have to help me with this one. It's very simple. Insert the thick end into this opening. It'll automatically program the frequency. You can pull it out now. The stream should be initiated. I think I'm getting the hang of it. Maybe if you explain the next few steps, I could try and get through some of this on my own. By all means. You're a very confident young man, aren't you? I try to be. You're going to need to come a little closer to see this. Have you spoken to Phlox since he got back? I wasn't aware he was gone. You must've not seen him yesterday morning. He was champing at the bit to get down to that conference. Brought back a wish list of medical instruments. It is the first IME conference he's attended in over a year. He said there was a Vulcan contingent. You might want to go down for a visit. You may know one of them. There are over one million physicians on Vulcan. I would think you'd enjoy spending time with members of your own species. ( com beeps) Archer. A Vulcan transport has requested permission to dock, sir. They've already left the surface. Speak of the devil. Looks like you won't have to go anywhere. I'll meet them at Docking Port 2. They've asked that the doctor join you and Subcommander T'Pol. Let 'em know, okay? Right away, sir. You have any idea what this is about? I haven't spoken to anyone on the surface. You can bet they're not coming up for coffee and doughnuts. Can I get you something? Thanks to Subcommander T'Pol, our chef has learned to make some pretty decent plomeek soup. We appreciate your hospitality, Captain, but we've come to speak to your doctor... with your permission. Absolutely. If you need anything, just let me know. We would appreciate it if T'Pol would remain. Subcommander. We've discussed your request. Unfortunately, we are still hesitant to share data regarding Pa'nar Syndrome. Subcommander T'Pol is not aware of my request. I'm curious why you asked her to stay. You're requesting information about a Vulcan disease, and you didn't discuss it with your Vulcan Science Officer? That's correct. As far as I know, her expertise does not include medicine. Are you familiar with Pa'nar Syndrome, Subcommander? Of course. Would you mind describing it? You're physicians. Why would you need me to define an illness? Please, indulge us. It's an incurable degradation of the synaptic pathways. It also affects the endocrine and immune systems. An impressive definition. Could you tell us how the disease is transmitted? Through a telepathic practice. And what practice would that be? Mind-melds. They cause a disruption of neuro-electric impulses in the mid- ain, which can lead to the early stages of the Syndrome. Do you condone these acts, Subcommander? These mind-melds? I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me why you asked me here. As would I. Your questions to T'Pol seem inappropriate. Dr. Phlox has asked for data regarding the treatment of Pa'nar Syndrome. Did you have anything to do with that request? I believe I was very clear about that. Yes, your colleague on Denobula. Forgive us, Doctor, but since there's a Vulcan serving on your ship, a fact that you neglected to mention to us, we had to consider other possible motives for your inquiry. What motive are you suggesting? Are you familiar with any of these names? They're Vulcan. I'm not familiar with any of them. They're melders. Vulcans with the ability to transfer thoughts and memories to each other. Do you know any melders, Subcommander? T' Not well, but I've met a number of them. Then I'll ask you again. Do you condone their behavior? I don't understand what your questions have to do with the Doctor's request. We find their behavior unacceptable. And since Pa'nar Syndrome is transmitted by these people, its cure is not a priority. Are you saying there is no additional research? None that we'd care to disseminate. I'm sorry. You traveled up from the surface to tell Dr. Phlox you wouldn't help him? If you'll please show us to the airlock. Is it definitive? Unmistakably. She's suffering from the Syndrome. Now watch. A simple strand of protein molecules can be enlarged... and enhanced... to where we can clearly see a single nucleotide. Amazing. Look at that. Are those...? Carbon atoms. Now you try it. First I reinitialize the neutron stream. Precisely. Very good. Now, align the quantum filters. This is a bitch. Excuse me? Oh, not you. Th-the microscope. Has Vesena forgiven Groznik yet? Absolutely not. Groznik has only apologized twice. I doubt he'll be forgiven for another two years. Well, at least he has his other wives. Not wives... wife. Kessil moved to Teerza Prime to be with her third husband. Did I do this right? Why is there no image? You forgot to enter the frequency parameters. Which one was her third husband? Oh, was that Klaban? Bogga. Klaban was Forlisa's husband. Her first, I think. There you go. Why isn't it sharp? You forgot to stabilize the aperture. That's just a reflection from the imaging filament. That's all right. We'll reinitialize the neutron stream and start again. Forlisa. ( chuckles) Forlisa. Oh, my, my. I thought about asking Forlisa to be my second wife. Turned out she already had three husbands. Archer to Dr. Phlox. Yes, Captain. Could you report to my ready room? Certainly. I'll be back as soon as I can, my beloved. Commander. ( door chimes) Come in. Yes, Captain. I wanted to see both of you. It's been a while since I was embarrassed by a Vulcan dignitary. Sir? I just spoke to Dr. Oratt. It seems you requested some medical data regarding a Vulcan illness... for a colleague... on Denobula. Yes, sir. And both of you said that T'Pol had nothing to do with that request. Are you both going to lie to me like you lied to them? I have no intention of lying to you, Captain. And when were you going to tell me that you've contracted a serious illness? Sir? They handed you something... A padd, I think. Does that ring a bell? You left a fingerprint. It was enough for them to run tests. Why did you lie to them? It's none of their concern. It sure as hell is if they can help you. How long have you known about this? Nearly a year. And you never thought that maybe you should come to me and let me know that one of my officers has a potentially fatal disease? I believe your culture em aces the concept of doctor-patient confidentiality. The disease is not contagious. If we had told you, there's nothing you could have done. You still haven't explained to me why you lied to the Vulcans. And why would you think they would be more apt to help you if you said it was for a Denobulan colleague? Pa'nar Syndrome is an illness that carries a stigma on Vulcan. If the High Command was to learn that I was infected, I would most likely lose my commission. For having a disease? It's not about the disease. It's about the people who are capable of transmitting it. Go on. There are certain Vulcans, a small minority, who are born with the ability to perform a very intimate form of telepathy. Intimate? A melding of minds. That ship of Vulcans who were experimenting with emotions. They are part of the telepathic minority. One of the reasons why they left Vulcan was to escape prejudice. Their behavior is considered unnatural. They're seen as a threat. You belong to that minority. No. Then...? Only members of the minority can initiate a mind-meld, but any Vulcan can be the recipient. Why would you take that risk? It wasn't by choice. One of the men on that ship... You were attacked. I remember. I'm sure the High Command will understand. I have no intention of telling them. Why not? I have my reasons. How serious is it? I've kept it in check, but the symptoms have progressed. That's why I requested the most current research. Well, your request was accompanied by a lie and whatever your reasons might have been, you're no longer welcome at the conference. The Vulcans have seen to that. I understand. My number one priority here is the health of my First Officer. If these doctors have data that can help her... I plan to get it. ( sighs) I'm sorry, did we keep you waiting? Actually... you did. What can we do for you, Captain? Subcommander T'Pol and my doctor have explained the situation to me. Oh. It's unfortunate that T'Pol is ill. Doctor Phlox assures me that he was only trying to protect her privacy. He doesn't make a habit of lying. I certainly hope not. I'm having a little difficulty understanding why you won't share your research, especially now that you know it could help T'Pol's condition. I can't believe you're withholding it to punish Dr. Phlox. Our decision has nothing to do with that. Then what does it have to do with? Pa'nar Syndrome is a disease that's unique to an undesirable segment of our population. Thankfully, there are very few of them. And because you find them undesirable... they're not entitled to medical care? We don't condone the intimate acts that these people engage in. They defy everything our society stands for. Intimate acts? You're talking about mind-melds. We take great pride in our ability to contain emotions. Sharing them is offensive. Now, if you'll excuse me, we have a great deal of work to do before the conference ends. If you're not going to help her, the least you could do is show a little discretion. The High Command doesn't need to know about this. It's not for us to decide what the High Command needs to know. You have her genetic profile. You must realize she's not a member of this minority. Nonetheless. There's only one way to contract Pa'nar Syndrome. Good day. ( com beeps) Yes. There's a message for you coming from the surface. Transfer it here. Right away. ( door chimes) Come in. Ah. I was just about to call you. Sit down. I'm sorry. I didn't have much luck down there. They seem pretty... pigheaded when it comes to Pa'nar Syndrome. And I got the distinct feeling they're not going to keep this to themselves. I just received a message from Dr. Yuris. Which one is he? The youngest. He asked me to meet him in a northern section of the city. I believe he wants to help. Help. That seems like the last thing these doctors want to do. He asked me to come alone. Subcommander. This may be of use to you. What is it? The research your doctor asked for. You've taken a great risk by inging this to me. One that I'm more than willing to take. Why? There's more intolerance today than there was a thousand years ago. It has to stop. Why jeopardize your career to help someone you despise? If I despised you, I'd be despising myself. I'm part of the minority. You know I'm not a member of the minority. As far as my colleagues are concerned, you might as well be. Anyone who chooses to perform a mind-meld is worthy of contempt. What if I didn't choose? You were coerced. You should tell them. They'll be far more sympathetic. Are you infected? No. Only a small percentage are. If they ask my opinion, I won't be able to condone what you did. I hope you understand. You can't jeopardize your position. I have to return. Tell them what happened. Tell them before they contact the High Command. Thank you for this. It doesn't make any sense. Why not? We're orbiting an alien world, and most of the crew are free to go down and visit. Why would anyone want to stay on board and watch a movie? Are you kidding? They're showing The Black Cat. Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi. It sounds like you're the one picking the movies. Me? Who else would choose an obscure horror film? Why not something a little more... I don't know, romantic? I'm going down to the surface. Wh-What's the rush? You... you haven't even finished your dinner. There's a shuttle leaving at 1800 hours. You've got plenty of time. Try the cobbler... Chef outdid himself. Okay, but I have to leave in a few minutes. May I join you? Please. I'm Hoshi Sato. I've been meaning to introduce myself. Feezal Phlox. You're the language wizard. My husband speaks very fondly of you. ( speaking Denobulan) I'm getting a little paranoid here. You're not talking about me, are you? Matter of fact, we were. Ensign Sato barely has an accent. She was telling me how attractive she thinks you are. She's pulling your leg, sir. I was only talking about grammar. It's okay, Hoshi. I've got to go. It was very nice to meet you. I wasn't exactly pulling your leg, was I? No, not exactly. Look, uh... ( chuckles) I'm very flattered, but aren't you a married woman? I'm a woman, that's all that matters, isn't it? Uh... I'm afraid I've got to go, too. Um, Captain asked me to write a synopsis of tonight's movie. Save me a seat. You probably wouldn't like it. It's very scary, and, uh, you've got to... You've got to be human to appreciate horror films. I'll see you in the morning. She's at it again! I don't know about you, but I find her quite attractive. Come on, Malcolm, this is serious! What if Phlox finds out? You haven't done anything to make her think that you... Of course not! Maybe I should tell the doc. Tell him what? That his wife is trying to seduce you? Not a good idea. But I've got to spend the next two days with her working on the microscope. ( sighs) I really think I should speak to Phlox. It might be a lot easier to avoid her advances than get Phlox angry. I once saw him lose his temper when one of his creatures bit him. ( chuckling): It wasn't a pretty sight. ( sighs) This is far from a cure, but it should slow down the progression of the disease. It's surprising. I assumed your Science Directorate would've made more progress than this. As we've seen, they're not very motivated to develop a cure. Hmm, with this research, I should be able to get closer than they have. ( door opens) How useful is it? Very. It will allow me to improve my course of treatment long before her symptoms get worse. Have you figured out why Dr. Yuris gave it to you? No, I haven't. You spoke with them. A few minutes ago. They've decided to recall you. Do they have the authority to do that? Dr. Oratt does. He's a ranking member of the Council of Physicians. They plan on taking you back to Vulcan when the conference is over. Have they notified the High Command? Not till you reach Vulcan. You've got to tell them, T'Pol. Tell them what happened. They won't do a thing to you once they know it wasn't voluntary, that he did it against your will. I won't do that. Why the hell not?! I have Pa'nar Syndrome. Doesn't make a difference how I contracted it. It makes a lot of difference! You're not a member of this minority. He forced himself on you. You said it yourself! He's right, T'Pol. You should tell them. He's not right. If I use that as a defense, as a way to keep from being taken off Enterprise, I'd be condoning their prejudice, and in the process, indicting every member of the minority. I won't do that. Where's Oratt? Dr. Oratt isn't available. Perhaps I can help you. Perhaps you can't. You're going to have to leave. I need to talk to you! I told him you were busy. What can I do for you, Captain? You have no right to take my Science Officer. You're mistaken. I have every right. You can't dismiss someone just because you don't agree with the way they conduct their personal lives! I am not dismissing T'Pol. I'm simply returning her to Vulcan. The High Command will decide whether she is fit for duty. Fit?! You're saying a single mind-meld is enough to destroy her career? Or is it that she contracted the disease? That's why you're so hesitant to find a cure, isn't it? Why bother to help people you don't approve of? I'm sorry you don't understand the complexities of our culture, Captain. Please have the Subcommander ready to depart in 36 hours. Not so fast. You know what this is... Doctor? My Communications Officer got it from the Vulcan database. It's the protocols of the Council of Physicians. It says that anyone accused of ethical misconduct is entitled to a hearing before the ranking medical officer in the province or territory where the accusation was first made. If I'm not mistaken, that would be you. The accusation against T'Pol stands. It's not open for debate. Where I come from, everything's open for debate. And if I read these protocols correctly, so is the accusation you made against my Science Officer. You're wasting your time. It's mine to waste. Very well. But I will not delay our departure. The hearing will take place tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon... fine. It's the Dekendi's favorite sport. Just because they asked you to participate doesn't mean you had to. They said it was an honor. It looked easy enough. You're lucky this creature didn't strike a bit lower. If I may ask, what is the purpose of this, uh... sport? They've got these fargans... They're kind of like cows with humps, and they love melons. I think they're melons. So, four guys get into this big circle filled with fargans and throw these melons back and forth. They use sticks with metal baskets at the end. Do you play monkey-in-the-middle on Denobula? I don't believe so. Anyway, after a while, the fargans start figuring out what's going on... Got a minute, Doc? Are you not feeling well, Commander? No, I'm fine. I just, uh... I need to talk to you for a minute. By all means. What's on your mind? Uh, actually, I was kind of hoping to talk to you alone. Ah. I think we're about done here. It would be best if you avoided fargans for a few days. Thanks, Doc. Commander. See you, Travis. Malcolm said this was a bad idea, but... I... I think it's the right thing to do. What's that? Feezal... I mean, Mrs. Phlox... is a lovely woman. And she's very smart. She knows more about quantum optics than anyone I've ever met. She is remarkable. Remarkable... yeah, she sure is. Was there something else? Yeah, there is. You got to understand I've been a perfect gentleman. Absolutely nothing's happened. She's trying to... She's... she's, um... making advances, if you know what I mean. Sexual advances? I'm afraid so. Has she offered to give you a rose petal bath? No, no, nothing like that. Oh, any man would be a fool to ignore the romantic overtures of a healthy Denobulan woman. Don't you find her attractive? Oh, sure. I mean, no, she's your wife. What does that have to do with it? She's your wife. Oh, nonsense. Nonsense. You're too concerned with human morality. I thought you wanted to learn about new cultures. Isn't that why you joined Starfleet? Why, of course it is. But I was ought up believing you don't play around with another man's wife. I don't think I'm ever going to change my mind about that. As you wish. Your loss. ( door chimes) Come in. Lieutenant Reed told me you went to the surface. I spoke to Dr. Oratt. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to try and talk me out of it. I assume you were unsuccessful. Not exactly. Before I left, I got the medical protocols from Hoshi. It seems they owe you a hearing. They'll never agree. They already did. I have no interest in challenging their decision. If you're not going to defend yourself, the least you can do is speak for this minority you're so eager to protect. You said you didn't want to condone the attitude of these doctors. Your silence would do just that. You need to understand... I won't tell them how I got the disease. I'll go along with that. I promise. But you've got to understand, I'm not going to give you up without a fight. The fact that she has Pa'nar Syndrome is not the reason she's being recalled. No. It has to do with how she got infected. A mind-meld... over a year ago. When it took place is not pertinent. So, what you're saying is that if a Vulcan... Even an officer in the Science Directorate... Engages in this exchange of thoughts and memories, they're condemned for it? As you've been told, Captain, mind-melds are practiced by a subculture. Vulcans who have elected to conduct themselves in an unacceptable manner. They haven't elected to do anything. They're born with this ability. Exactly. They're genetic aberrations who prey on people like you. People foolish enough to experiment with abhorrent behavior. You humans are too volatile, too irrational, too narrow-minded. That's what I heard for years, from every Vulcan I met. But we don't hold a candle to you when it comes to narrow-minded. We got rid of bigotry nearly a century ago. We're not afraid of diversity. We don't persecute it, we em ace it. If you call yourselves enlightened, you have to accept people who are different than you are. This is pointless. Our culture is governed by rules. We're not about to ignore them. There are no rules telling you to oppress minorities. You'd rather let them spread their infections. That's exactly why you're being recalled. No, I'm being recalled because you're afraid of anything that doesn't conform to your idea of acceptable behavior. Unfortunately, you don't know what you're talking about. The decision's been made. We should end this inquiry. She knows exactly what she's talking about. Are you questioning our judgment? There is nothing abhorrent about the way we lead our lives. We? There is no simple definition of intimacy. Those of us capable of mind-melds are no different than you are. You realize that you're jeopardizing your reputation, your career. We share our thoughts differently. We shouldn't be punished for that. The High Command will determine whether you should be punished... Both of you. She's not guilty of anything. She was violated. You gave me your word. The mind-meld was performed against her will. Can you verify this? Why? So you can perpetuate your double standard? Condemn the infected when they meld by choice, and sympathize with them when they don't? What do you know of this, Captain? Seems my Science Officer doesn't want to discuss it. That's good enough for me. She told me herself. She made me promise to stay silent. I'm sorry. I had to tell them the truth. You should do the same. I have nothing to say to them. Feezal tells me it can be quite temperamental. I think I've got it figured out. Just let me know when it starts acting up. Have you got the activation sequence down? My beloved. Mm... Mm... I certainly hope it's not another four years until I see you again. So do I. Now remember, your other wives are anxious to see you, too. Commander Tucker assures me he'll keep your beautiful microscope in perfect running order. As his doctor, I hope you'll keep Commander Tucker in perfect running order. Perhaps that will motivate me to visit more often. It's a shame you two didn't get to... know each other better. Well, I've got to get back to my warp engine. The... plasma's running a little hot. I know how it feels. Pleasure meeting you. Humans. ( both laughing) ( door chimes) Come in. Dr. Yuris has been suspended. That was to be expected. They offered him a hearing, but he refused. Oratt said he'll lose his standing with the Medical Exchange when they get back to Vulcan. Also to be expected. One good thing did come out of this. They believed him when he said you were forced. You're not going to be recalled. With your permission, I'll be contacting the High Command. I don't intend to let Yuris be dismissed without a fight. Permission granted. I know you must be very disappointed that he oke his promise to you. But on a selfish note, I'm glad he did. I didn't want to lose you. Maybe this incident will encourage others to speak out. Let's hope so.
( weapons fire) Report. The Imperial Guard will die at their posts. I know my men are willing to die. I want to hear their chances of surviving. We're holding our positions for now, but the enemy has deployed new units here and here. They're looking for our weakness. They may have found it. We've taken more casualties. I've received a communiqué. The Vulcans want to discuss terms for a cease fire. Have you ever known a Vulcan who wouldn't lie to get what he wanted? There is another option... Someone I've dealt with... A pinkskin. He's proven to be quite evenhanded in dealing with Vulcans. His name is Archer. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. You're sure he wants me? Ambassador Soval said your presence is crucial to resolving the crisis. What's this planet called again? The Vulcan name is Paan Mokar. The Andorians call it Weytahn. It's on the frontier between their systems. Both sides claim it belongs to them. They've nearly gone to war over it twice in the past century. How do they expect me to help settle a conflict they haven't been able to resolve in 100 years? Soval says you'll be fully iefed when you arrive. Jonathan, this is the first time the Vulcans have asked for our help. You're the closest thing we have to an ambassador out there. You know how important this could be. We'll get there as fast as we can. I don't like pushing the engines this hard. The injectors are running at 110 percent. They're rated for 120. And my underwear is flame-retardant. That doesn't mean I'm going to light myself on fire to prove it. I think we'll make it in one piece, Trip. I've been reading about Paan Mokar in the Vulcan database. It doesn't say a lot. Class-D, not much bigger than Earth's moon. Claimed by the Vulcans in 2097. Class-D? That's uninhabitable. Why are you fighting over it? When the Andorians first arrived a century ago, they began to terraform the planet. Once an atmosphere was developed, they established a settlement. If it was unclaimed at the time, why would there be a problem? Its sole value is its strategic location near Vulcan space. They were setting up a military base? It was the only logical conclusion. Was there any evidence? How much evidence would you need if the Klingons decided to set up a colony on Pluto? That's not the same thing. The Andorians refused to let the High Command inspect the colony, so they annexed Paan Mokar to protect their territory. What happened to the Andorian colonists? They were removed. By force. They left the High Command little choice. A surveillance satellite was put into orbit to monitor the agreement. The planet's been deserted for nearly a century. Until now. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. In the three days it's taken us to reach Paan Mokar, the situation has grown considerably more tense. Unbelievable. I damn near burn up the warp reactor getting here, and they make us wait. Welcome aboard, Ambassador. Thank you, Captain. This is Subcommander Muroc. T'Pol has been filling me in on the situation here, but I still have a lot of questions. If you don't mind, Captain, I have a question of my own. Why would an officer of the Andorian Imperial Guard personally request your involvement? I don't understand. I was told you asked for me. I'm involved in extremely difficult and dangerous negotiations. I don't consider your presence here an asset. If that's how you feel... we'll gladly continue with our mission. Six days ago, an Andorian regimental commander named Shran landed a force on Paan Mokar and occupied the settlement. Shran. Naturally, we attempted to enforce the Treaty of 2097. Naturally. We've regained control of half the colony, but two dozen Vulcans have been wounded and three have been taken hostage. Shran has agreed to discuss terms for their safe return, but only if you act as mediator. For some reason, he finds you trustworthy. You're asking for my help? Yes, Captain, I'm asking for your help. I'll see what I can do. Forgive my candor, but that's hardly reassuring. The last time you dealt with the Andorians, a Vulcan intelligence site was compromised and a priceless monastery destroyed. Subcommander Muroc will accompany you to represent our interests. Obviously, I'm here at the request of the Andorians. Shran believes he can trust me. I don't intend to prove him wrong by going down there with a Vulcan officer in tow. If you insist I ing a Vulcan along, I'll take the one I know I can trust. You wanted to see me, Doc? Yes. This planet is home to a rather pernicious mutagenic pathogen, and I'll need to bombard your immune system with analeptic radiation to protect you while you're on the surface. Bombard? It's quite painless, I assure you. What about T'Pol? Vulcan physiology isn't affected by the pathogen. Shall we? This should only take a moment. If I may ask, how did your first meeting with the Vulcans go? Warm and friendly as ever. Ironic. They weren't overly enthusiastic about you taking command of Enterprise in the first place, and now your presence is crucial to their interests. It's crucial to ours, too. Maybe we're not out here to just scan comets and meet new species. Maybe... we're out here to prove that humanity's ready to join a much larger community. I intend to do that whether the Vulcans like it or not. All finished. Captain... I served as a medic in the Denobulan infantry. If I learned anything from that experience, it's that battlefields are unpredictable places, even under a flag of truce. Be careful. ( alarm bleeps) We've lost the navigational sensors... and the com. It's the Andorian jamming signal. I'm entering the landing coordinates they gave us. Let's hope they're accurate. Did you have a chance to read the Territorial Compromise? I glanced at it. The Compromise is at the heart of this dispute. It's worth your attention. It's 1,200 pages long. Did you glance at any of the other materials I sent to your quarters? V'Lar's treatise on negotiating tactics is the definitive text on the subject. I got all of it... V'Lar's treatise, the Revised Intersystem Agreement, the High Command iefing on the Border Incursions of 2112. I was up till 2:00 a.m. Glancing. Are you trying to tell me something? That maybe I'm not prepared for this? Ambassador Soval clearly believes you'll fail. I was hoping some advance preparation would help you prove him wrong. Thanks. But I doubt I'm going to impress Shran by quoting Vulcan treaties. I assume you have a strategy? The first thing is to convince Shran that he can trust me. And then? We're just going to have to play it by ear. ( distant explosions and weapons fire) Are you sure these are the coordinates? Yes. Don't move, Vulcan. Captain. We're not armed. ( weapons charging) I'm Captain Jonathan Archer. I'm here to see Commander Shran. He's expecting you... without a Vulcan escort. I wasn't told to come alone. This is my Science Officer. She helped expose the Vulcan listening post at P'Jem. I thought Shran might enjoy seeing her again. I imagined my first diplomatic mission would involve sitting around a big table, toasting with champagne, signing things with lots of pens... The pinkskin sense of humor. My apologies for the security precautions. We can never be too vigilant when it comes to Vulcans. They say the same thing about you. I'm sure they do. We're... aggressive, illogical. Prove them wrong. That's why you're here, Captain... To help us do just that. I've dealt with the Vulcans twice before where you were involved. Both times you handled the situation without prejudice. I hope I can help again. But the first thing I need is to see the hostages. Hostages? Criminals take hostages. Kidnappers looking for ransom take hostages. I assume you're referring to the enemy soldiers we captured. The Vulcans want to know they're all right. They haven't been harmed. Are you all right? When they attacked us, two of my men were badly wounded. They're lucky we didn't kill them. You provoked this situation when you violated the Territorial Compromise. Only a Vulcan could call a hundred years of oppression a compromise. You annexed a planet that belongs to us, herded our people into refugee camps. After you set up a military outpost here. As you can see, Captain, even after a hundred years, this situation still evokes anger... on both sides. We will release our prisoners on the following conditions... Immediate withdrawal of all Vulcan military forces; the so-called Compromise is to be rescinded; and the Vulcans must concede irrevocable sovereignty of Weytahn to Andoria. You don't expect them to agree to all that. I told you, he's a puppet of the Vulcans. For the record, the Vulcan High Command doesn't like me very much, and frankly, the feeling is mutual. If all you need is someone to deliver your list of demands, find somebody else. I've got other things to do. The Vulcans always say they're ready to talk, but it amounts to nothing... Treaty negotiations that drag on for years. I want to speak to Soval... Somebody who can deal with the situation without having to check with his superiors. I'll see what I can do. Here! On my terms. That might be a little difficult. This is pointless. But not impossible. The thing is... he's going to want something in return. Haven't they already taken enough? I'm talking about a gesture... something to show you're serious. I came down here to see about the hostages. Why don't you let them go? And give away our only advantage? No. Release two of them, then. Keep the other one until after you've met with Soval. One. As a show of our good faith. Unacceptable. You got one of your men back. And in exchange, you'll deliver me into their hands? I'm sure the Andorians were impressed with your negotiating skills. They want to talk to you, not kidnap you. If I agree to a meeting, it simply legitimizes their position. And if you don't, these negotiations end before they begin. That may happen sooner than you realize. While you were on the surface, we detected three Andorian vessels approaching. They'll be here in less than five hours. They probably intend to resupply their troops on the surface. We won't allow that. Engaging an Andorian vessel could be construed as an act of war. That will be their decision. Both sides are responsible for what happens here. You don't understand the complexities of this situation. With all due respect, Ambassador, why did you agree to let me go down there if you won't listen to my advice? I didn't request your help, Captain, and I don't feel obliged to accept it. You claim the Andorians are inflexible. At least they're willing to sit down and talk. The ball's in your court now. It's a human expression. It means the next move is yours. This isn't wise... the colony hasn't been secured. Didn't you hear the Captain? The ball is in our court. I don't like this. With all the interference, you won't be able to contact the ship if something goes wrong. They're expecting us. We'll be fine. Those Andorian ships'll be here in four hours. I plan on being back long before then. T'Pol said that Territorial Compromise they were talking about took eight years to work out. I'll try to speed things up this time. Bring them here as soon as they land, and treat the Vulcan with respect. Yes, sir. If I may speak? You don't have to. I know what you're going to say. We discovered this planet. We made it livable, it belongs to us. Don't worry, it'll be ours again. How? By talking? We've been trying that for a hundred years, and it's gotten us nowhere. They stall and lie and make promises they never intend to keep. We came here to fight... Why back down now? I'm willing to give Archer another chance. You put too much faith in these pinkskins. We don't know anything about them except that they're friends of the Vulcans. Not always. I've seen that for myself. If we attack now, we can have the Vulcans on the defensive before our ships arrive. Your recommendation is noted. Our troops are ready. There's no reason to wait. Enough! I value your opinion, Tarah, but that does not allow you to question my commands. Dismissed. They'll send some soldiers to meet us. I'm afraid they'll want to blindfold you. It's just a security precaution. Thank you for the reassurance. Now, if you don't mind, I'll need a few moments of silence to prepare myself. Of course. T'Pol? Weapons fire. I can't pinpoint the source. Archer to Enterprise. We're still within their jamming range. I suggest we cancel the negotiations and return to your ship. For once, we're in full agreement. Direct hit to our starboard engine. Main power's off-line. Now you see who you're dealing with, Captain? If you don't mind, Ambassador... We're losing altitude. 200 meters. I'm going to ing us in on thrusters. 100 meters. 50. We need to reduce our speed. The ground is going to do that for us. Brace yourselves. Any idea where we are? The southeast quadrant. Near the old spaceport. I told you I negotiated the last accord. I also served here. You were with the occupation force? As an intelligence officer, a long time ago. Our current deployment has a base of operations that way about two and a half kilometers. I appreciate your help, Ambassador, but we're looking for the Andorians. Circumstances have altered our plans. I gave my word to Shran. I intend to keep it. Shran just tried to kill us. We don't know that. I suppose you think our troops are responsible for this? Sensors and communications are off-line. There's weapons fire flying all over the place. We don't know what happened. Are you that naive? Shran is using you. This is a man who couldn't sleep because he thought he owed me something. I don't believe he asked me to come a dozen light-years just so I could lead you into a trap. ( whoosh of missile passage) And right now, it seems like the best thing to do is to get a cease fire in place. The Andorians won't agree to that until they talk to you... In person. I managed to keep us on course most of the way in. We can't be more than a kilometer from Shran's landing coordinates. How would you know? We can't pick up anything through the interference. Our scanners are more sophisticated than yours. We detected weapons fire coming from the surface. Then your shuttle appeared to make an emergency landing somewhere in the colony. Where? We haven't been able to pinpoint their landing site, but our units on the ground are already searching. The High Command instructed me to take steps to recover Ambassador Soval. And our officers? Of course. We want to be involved in any rescue operation. We have more experience in these matters. I know. I once saw one of your commando units blast the hell out of a rebel compound during a rescue mission. We won't allow this provocation to continue. You don't even know where they are. Do you really think it's a good idea to go down there, guns blazing? Our response will be appropriate. I'll keep you informed, Commander. Any luck? I'm trying, sir, but if the Vulcans can't find them... See what you can do. Yes, sir. How far away are those Andorian ships? Three hours at their present speed. That shuttle was to be left alone. I gave specific orders. And they were followed. Then who fired those shots? The Vulcans, I suppose, trying to kill their own ambassador. Is that so unlikely? Some of my men saw weapons fire coming from their positions. It's Vulcan subterfuge... I'm sure of it. What better way for them to justify an invasion than to blame us for killing their envoy? They are devious, but I doubt even they would go that far. You act as if they have some moral code. They have no conscience, only their precious logic. They'll do anything to drive us off this planet. We should never have agreed to negotiate. You're not happy with the way I've handled this situation? Of course I am, sir. The Sector Two report, sir. Put our positions on alert. I want Soval and the pinkskin ought to me... alive. If they're looking for an excuse to attack, we won't give it to them. I'll see to it myself. Perhaps you were farther off-course than you thought. You've been here before. I don't suppose you'd care to help. It's been almost a hundred years. I thought Vulcans had exceptional memories. This is the old residential quarter. According to our latest intelligence, the Andorians control the settlement west of here. If we keep moving this way, we should be... ( weapons fire) Down. Not quite the warm welcome you expected, Captain? They're not shooting at us. The Vulcan units must be advancing their positions. We should try to make contact with them. I don't recommend sticking your neck out right now. What do you recommend? Wandering through these ruins until we find an Andorian soldier and trust he's been informed not to shoot us on sight? ( weapons fire continues) I'll take a look. Stay here. Captain. That's an order. No offense, but my ears are less likely to draw fire than yours. What is their fixation with our ears? I believe they're envious. Do you realize you've picked up a slight human accent? You were one of the most promising members of my staff, T'Pol. If you'd stayed in San Francisco, you'd be the Assistant Counsel by now. You might even have a diplomatic posting of your own. I'm aware of that. Then why have you remained on Enterprise? We believed they needed our help when they first developed warp drive. That hasn't changed. Captain Archer's record is evidence of that, but there are others who can assist them. I find the work gratifying. Gratification is an emotional indulgence. You disagreed with our recommendation that Archer's mission be canceled after the tragedy at Paraagan ll. Why? I was on board Enterprise at the time. I felt my opinion would be welcomed. You believed you knew better than the High Command? That sounds a great deal like another emotion... Arrogance. Perhaps it's time for you to consider another assignment. Just because Captain Archer has earned my respect, doesn't mean I've been contaminated by his emotions. Did you make contact? No, but they're pulling back. Let's keep moving. Empty. They're probably trying to reach the Vulcans. No. The pinkskin will want to keep his part of the bargain. They'll be looking for Shran. ( console beeping) Commander. You have something? I can't be sure. You see this EM differential here? That's the Captain? It's definitely a bio-sign. I'm 90 percent sure it's human. At least we know he's alive. Where is he? I need another hour. What's the status on those Andorian ships? They just dropped out of warp. They'll be here in 13 minutes. I think the Vulcans see them, too. They're eaking orbit. Probably giving themselves room to maneuver. Put the ship on Tactical Alert. Get down! Go. ( cries out) Over there! Those are Andorian weapons. Hold your fire! How is he? It isn't life-threatening, but he needs medical attention. We ought the Vulcan Ambassador to meet with Commander Shran! Looks like two of them... One on top of... that structure... And the other on the ground. If I can work my way around... I might be able to come up from behind them. What do you expect me to do with this? Make sure they don't see me. I haven't fired a weapon in 50 years. You don't have to hit anything. Just keep them occupied. Really occupied or I'm not going to get very far. Hey. Range. 50,000 kilometers. They're still heading right for the Vulcan ships. The Vulcans are charging weapons. The Andorians as well. Travis, lay in a new course. I want you to put us right between them. Aye, sir. If you don't mind me asking... What do you have in mind? ( steady weapons fire) Drop your weapon. I've never fired one of these before. I'm not sure if it's set on stun. T'Pol, cease fire! It doesn't have a stun setting. ( weapon clatters to ground) You fired on my shuttle. You're trying to kill Soval... Undermine everything that Shran is trying to do here. Why? Do you want a war with the Vulcans? All we want is a chance to fight for what's ours before cowards like Shran negotiate it away. You can take that up with him. Let's go. ( grunting) ( communications beep) We're being hailed by the Vulcans... and the Andorians. Put 'em both on. This is Commander Tucker. Captain Telev of the Imperial Guard. Commander, I strongly recommend you withdraw to a safe distance. I agree. We wouldn't want your vessel to be damaged by de is from the Vulcan ships. We will not allow the Andorians to land additional troops on Paan Mokar. It's called Weytahn and our personnel there have been attacked. We'll provide whatever support they need. Any vessel attempting to enter orbit will be fired upon. That includes yours, Subcommander. We appreciate your support, Commander Tucker. Don't. I'll open fire on any ship that makes an aggressive move. Phase cannons? Locked and ready. This is not a Starfleet matter. As long as my Captain is stuck in the middle of your war zone, it is. The Andorians have made it impossible for us to recover Captain Archer. By now, he's most likely a casualty. Don't count him out so fast. We've managed to isolate his bio-signature. Now... why don't you both give him and Ambassador Soval a chance to do their jobs before we start a war up here? He was ready to kill me. You saw for yourself. Apparently, these pinkskins aren't as honorable as you thought. Are you all right? I suppose I shot the Ambassador to make my story more convincing. Why would my Lieutenant, a loyal member of the Imperial Guard, lie to me? Commander, it seems you're willing to resolve this situation through peaceful means. Do all your officers feel the same? Have you considered there might be Andorians who would want a war with Vulcan? How long have I served with you? Followed your orders when it could have meant my life? She's not the only one who risked their life. I said I'd ing Soval to meet you and we damn near got killed getting him here. I came because you asked me... because you thought I could be trusted. Check Soval's wound. Check our shuttle. You'll find Andorian weapons signatures. Is this true? Answer me! What did you expect me to do? Follow my orders! Orders to do nothing while you betray us? It's not too late to redeem yourself... to make a stand. I intend to. Take her. There are others who feel this way. You'll see. See to the Ambassador's wounds. We have a lot to discuss. The Vulcan ships are eaking formation. They're heading for the planet. The Andorians are following, sir. Arm the forward phase cannons. See if you can target their weapons. We're being hailed from the surface. It's the Captain. Hold off, Malcolm. Put him through. Captain... Nice to hear your voice, Trip. What's going on down there? Are you okay? T'Pol and I are fine. We're at the Andorian command post. Ambassador Soval's been injured, but Shran's medics are treating him. Did you say Shran's medics? He's just being a good host. The Andorians are allowing the Vulcan ships to move in and pick up their people. Glad you let us know. Did you run into any problems up there? Nothing we couldn't handle. I'll fill you in later. We had a pretty rough landing. We'll need a ride back to the ship. I'll send Travis down in Shuttlepod 2. Acknowledged. Archer out. Put us back in orbit, Travis, and cancel the Tactical Alert. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Ambassador Soval has begun talks with the Andorians. They've been... difficult, but productive. The Imperial Council will not be satisfied until Vulcan recognizes our claim to Weytahn. I believe someone once defined a compromise as a solution that neither side is happy with. In that case, these talks have been extremely successful. I consider any negotiation that averts war to be a success. Join me... in a drink to cele ate our mutual dissatisfaction. Vulcans don't drink. But this occasion merits an exception. To the cease fire. It wouldn't have been possible without the help of our human friends. And to the successful continuation of these talks on Andoria. I trust there'll be more accomplished than just talk. With your permission, I'll escort Ambassador Soval to the airlock. Of course. Captain... your presence here has not been... overly meddlesome. I think he likes you, pinkskin. I wouldn't go that far.
Bio-signs? None that I can detect. But its hull seems to be scattering our sensors. Any idea what happened? I'm not reading any weapons signatures. Possibly some sort of accident. Bring it into Launch Bay 2. There's no windows. I'm not sure whether this end's the bow... or the stern. Captain. This might be a hatch. If it is, it's been fused shut. With your permission, sir. ( coughing) ( coughs) ( scanner beeping) He's human. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. This was a human male. A microcellular scan should tell us his age at the time of death. Apparently, you're not the first humans out this far. Whoever this is, he's rewritten our history books. Can you get a DNA sample? The tissue damage is extensive, but I should be able to isolate a few fragments. If he's a member of Starfleet, his genetic profile is probably in our database. Run a comparison as soon as you can. Absolutely. There aren't any ships or inhabited systems for several light-years. I wonder... if this could be Zefram Cochrane. They say he was piloting a one-man vessel when he disappeared. How could he have traveled this far? There were a lot of rumors after he was lost. One of them said he was testing some kind of experimental warp ship. Any markings on the hull or control panels? We haven't found any. The hull seems to absorb EM radiation. Without all this damage, it never would have shown up on our sensors. Some kind of stealth ship. So what do you think, Travis? Could this pilot have been a cargo hauler? We're more than 30 light-years from the nearest trade route. I don't see how he could have made it out this far. Maybe he got a ride from someone. That's got to be a world record for hitchhiking. I still can't find any plasma exhaust ports. Not even a thruster quad. There's nothing here that looks like a power source. How did this thing make it into deep space without an engine? Could be an escape pod. Even an escape pod would need some kind of propulsion system. Any new mission you haven't told us about? I wish there was. It's possible the ship you found was launched from Vega Colony, but they're a long way behind you. The Earth Cargo Authority may have more information. Phlox has sent a request to Doctor Cochrane's family. They're transmitting his genetic profile. A hundred light-years from Earth, and you might have solved the greatest missing person case of the century. If we haven't, we've discovered an even bigger mystery. ( grunting) Commander. Registers as some kind of... biomatter. Organic circuitry? Maybe we should get Phlox to come down and take a look. Not a bad idea. ( grunting) What's this? Malcolm? I see it. Good. Means I'm not hallucinating. How can a ship be bigger on the inside than the outside? It could be a hologram. Hand me that hyperspanner. ( clanging) You're not going down there. Got to get my spanner back. We should call the Bridge first. Let them know... Say again, Malcolm? This gives space exploration a whole new meaning. I've read a few papers on spatial geometry... but I never heard a theory that would explain this. The Captain will never believe us. He's going to have to see this for himself. What do you think? A warp reactor? You're the engineer. Looks like a each... or an overload of some kind. I'm picking up an energy signature. It's very faint. ( console beeps) Sir... a vessel's dropped out of warp. They're on an intercept course. It's Suliban. Let's see it. T' Minimal weapons. I don't believe it's a combat ship. We're being hailed. You have something that belongs to us. I don't believe I've had the pleasure... We have a salvage claim on the vessel in your Launch Bay. One of our Cell ships discovered it three days ago. We were sent to retrieve it. That ship's an Earth vessel. The pilot's human. I'm not interested in the corpse. Decompress your Launch Bay and release the vessel. I'm curious. What's your interest in that ship? There's not much left. The vessel. Now. They're charging weapons. You might want to contact your superiors. Ask for a man named Silik. He'll tell you I don't respond well to threats. ( grunting) This could be a release pin. ( clicking) Let's get it to Engineering. Forward plating is holding. Bring us about, Travis. Power the phase cannons. See what you can do about their weapons. Tucker to the Bridge. The com's down. Commander! Someone's trying to open Launch Bay 2. Lock them out! I can't. Archer to Trip. Send a security team down there. Return fire. Their weapons have been disabled. Target their engines, and ing the grappler on line. Sir. They wanted that ship pretty badly. I'd like to know why. They're moving off. Stay with them. I've lost them, sir. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've contacted the Vulcan ship Tal'Kir. They've agreed to meet us in three days to take the craft back to Earth. Hopefully, we won't have another visit from the Suliban before we reach the rendezvous point. It was heavily shielded. Whatever this thing is, it must be pretty important. What's your guess? It might be the black box. It could tell us what happened. Maybe even who built the vessel. That's assuming we can get it working. It seems to use the same organic circuitry as the rest of the ship. Captain, I got to take you down into that chamber. You're not going to believe your eyes. Bigger on the inside? Oh... Sick Bay to Captain Archer. Archer. I need to see you immediately. I managed to find only a few undamaged cells, but they were enough to complete a genetic analysis. Any match in the Starfleet database? No, but I did discover that our guest is no ordinary human. I found an unusual deviation in this nucleotide sequence. At first I thought I was looking at some kind of mutation, but there was something familiar about the chromosome structure, so I widened my search to include the interspecies database. This nucleotide sequence... is Vulcan. How did a human end up with Vulcan DNA? The likeliest explanation is that he had at least one Vulcan ancestor... Further back than a great-grandparent. That's not possible. We haven't known the Vulcans long enough. I also found genetic material belonging to several other species. This sequence is Terrellian. There's another I can't identify. I believe this individual is the result of several generations of interspecies eeding. Thank you, Doctor. T'Pol. A database from the future? Our time-traveling friend Daniels left it in his quarters. I'm not certain Daniels would approve of this. We'll keep it to ourselves. A Vulcan cruiser. I don't recognize the configuration. That's because it hasn't been built yet. Few Vulcans have ever chosen to mate with another species. Worried about contaminating your genome with a little human DNA? There are significant biological differences between the species. It's unlikely we could reproduce. Humans and Vulcans. That could be it. The dorsal section is the wrong shape. If a human and a Vulcan did have a child, I wonder if he'd have pointed ears. There. I think that's it. Look at the commission date. That's almost 900 years from now. Daniels talked about historians from the future. People who traveled back to study the past. That could be what this pilot was doing. This says it's powered by a temporal displacement drive. If the Suliban get their hands on this, they'll take it apart. Maybe learn how the engine works. That could change the course of the Temporal Cold War. Assuming the vessel is from the future, why haven't they retrieved it? ( com beeps) Archer. Sir, another alien vessel's approaching at high warp. Suliban? No, sir. We can't identify them. 20,000 kilometers and closing. T'Pol? The vessel's Tholian. They're extremely xenophobic. The High Command's had limited contact with them. Captain, it's unusual for Tholians to travel this far from their system. I'm getting unusual thermal readings. It's awfully warm inside that ship... More than 200 degrees. They're believe to be a nonhumanoid species. Open a channel. This is Captain Archer of the Starship... ( high-pitched squeals and grunts) MALE Jonathan Archer... ( clicks, squeals and pops) Please establish communication. Is there something we can do for you? ( squeals and clicks) We were sent to retrieve the vessel. I'd like to know how you heard about that ship. ( squeal) It is dangerous to you... ( clicking and squealing) temporal radiation. Thanks for the warning. But we can't give it to you. ( high-pitched squeal) They've locked on to us with a tractor beam. We're losing speed. Hull plating. Arm the aft torpedoes. That beam's interfering with our targeting scanners. Release us, or I'll destroy the ship in our Launch Bay. Do you hear me? ( squeals and grunts) What did he say? I don't know. But I don't think he was paying you a compliment. ( sighs) I wonder if there's anyone else who thinks they have a claim on that ship. May I join you? Please. I found another nucleotide sequence in the pilot's genome. It appears to be Rigelian. That corpse is full of surprises. Mm. I didn't realize how late it was until my stomach reminded me it was time to eat. Ah, you seem to be engrossed in your work as well. The Captain asked me to perform a metallurgical analysis of the vessel's hull. Anything noteworthy? I have discovered several unusual alloys... One of them is in a semi-fluidic state. More mysteries. To say the least. ( chuckles) I understand Captain Archer believes that the vessel traveled here from the future. That's his theory. Genetic anomalies, unexplainable alloys, the evidence seems to be mounting. Perhaps. Ah, the Vulcan Science Directorate. They've always been rather reluctant to em ace unorthodox ideas. After they review our findings, I have a feeling they might reconsider their opinion of time travel. It's not an opinion. It's simple logic. There was a time when Denobulans believed they were the only intelligent species in the galaxy. Needless to say, it was quite a surprise when the B'Saari made first contact. Many refused to accept the truth even with the evidence standing right in front of them. It took some time, and it wasn't easy, but eventually we were forced to reevaluate our beliefs. Are you saying you believe time travel is possible? Surprises, Subcommander. I believe in em acing surprises. I prefer to em ace logic. If you'll excuse me, Doctor. Good night. All right, let's start reinitializing the power grid. Assuming that is the power grid. It boggles the mind if you think about it. What does? That ship could be from the 31st century. When I was young, I always wanted to build a time machine... see the future. You're probably the kind of person that jumps to the end of a book before you read it. Don't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like... How our mission will turn out. Wondering about the future and knowing it are two different things. If Daniels came here and offered you a chance to go to the 31st century... you wouldn't take it? Some things are better left a mystery. And you call yourself an explorer. Where's the fun in exploring if you know how it all turns out? Hand me that micro-caliper. Suppose you could look into some future book and find out the name of the woman you're going to marry. Would you want to know it? Absolutely. Think of all the awkward first dates I could avoid. Fine. So one day you meet Jane Doe. You go out a few times, and you pop the question. She says I do, and the two of you live happily ever after. Sounds perfect. Now, did you marry her for love, or because some book told you to? If we're happily ever after, what difference does it make? We've got power. Now I've got to figure out how to tap into these organic circuits. They're similar to the ones in the cockpit. Hmm. We might be able to salvage some of them. Build an interface. Now, if I had a chance to see the past, I'd jump at it. I always wanted to meet a stegosaurus. He'd probably make a quick meal of you. The stegosaurus was an herbivore. If I could travel back in time, I know exactly what year I'd pick... 1588. What happened in 1588? England defeated the Spanish Armada. I'm sure someone named Reed had a lot to do with that. Now, if I had a chance to see the past, I'd jump at it. I always wanted to meet a stegosaurus. He'd probably make a quick meal of you. The stegosaurus was an herbivore. It seems like we were just in here. If I could travel back, I know exactly what year I'd pick... 1588. 1588? How'd I know you were going to say that? I think we're spending far too much time together. Now, if I had a chance to see the past, I'd jump at it. I always wanted to meet a stegosaurus. He'd probably make a quick meal of you. The stegosaurus was a herbivore. It was the weirdest thing. When we were standing next to the ship, it felt like we were having the same conversation over and over again. Hmm, I can't find anything wrong with either of you. We didn't imagine what happened. T' Captain, the craft is emitting some type of high-energy particles. This may be the temporal radiation the Tholians warned us about. We spent a fair amount of time around that ship. The particle density is quite low. It's unlikely to have any lasting effects. How do you explain what happened? The radiation could have affected your perception of time. Or... maybe they really were reliving the same moment. Seal off Launch Bay 2 and evacuate the surrounding sections. I don't want to take any chances. How are you coming with the black box? The power's on line, but we still can't access the data. Let me know as soon as you find anything. Dismissed. Can I speak with you? The radiation could spread to other sections... affect more systems. We'll keep an eye on it. The Vulcans are only a few hours away. I'm not certain we'll survive that long. We've attracted the attention of two hostile species. It's logical to assume they're searching for us. I'm pretty sure we can steer clear of them. Perhaps you should destroy the vessel. I'm not going to do that. I'm tired of these factions interfering with our century. It's time we took a more active interest in this war. Gathered some intelligence ourselves. Assuming for the moment the Temporal Cold War exists... I believe we shouldn't get involved. Like it or not, we've been involved since we left Spacedock. Daniels hinted that there were other factions in this conflict. Maybe the Tholians are working for one of them. Your curiosity is placing Enterprise in unnecessary danger. This is the first chance we've had to get some answers. I'm not going to pass it up. The Vulcans can get that ship back to Earth in a few weeks. Starfleet'll take it from there. Captain... I told you... I've made my decision. If the Suliban return, they may be cloaked. I recommend we go to Tactical Alert. What do you have? It's what we don't have. This isn't a black box. We thought it was a data storage matrix, but after we got the power running, it started generating a subspace signature. I think it's a micro-transmitter. Some kind of emergency beacon. T' Bridge to Captain Archer. Several Suliban vessels are approaching. On my way. Acknowledged. The ships will be within weapons range in 20 seconds. Go to maximum warp. They're matching our speed. How long to the rendezvous point? Less than three minutes. Contact the Tal'Kir. Let them know we're inging company. No response. We're being hailed by the Suliban. I see you ought some friends with you. Drop out of warp and prepare to be boarded. Or what? You're not going to risk any more damage to that ship. They're charging weapons. Take a look at your long-range sensors. There's a Vulcan combat cruiser a few million kilometers from here. Unless you want to upset them, I suggest you turn around. The Vulcans won't risk their ship for an Earth vessel. Aft cannon. Return fire. We're losing ventral plating. The Vulcans? 600,000 kilometers. Direct hit to the Launch Bay doors. They're trying to blast them open. Hold your course and speed. 200,000 kilometers. Take us out of warp. Bio-signs? The crew's alive. The vessel is disabled. Their com system's down. ( console beeping) Captain... Take us back to warp. Engines are down. Weapons? They're off-line, too. The hull plating's depolarizing. The Cell ships have dropped out of warp. Never thought I'd be glad to see the Suliban. Trip, we could use warp engines right about now. The antimatter injectors are fused. I'll need a few hours to replace them. How about weapons? Every power relay on the ship's been scrambled. Then forget everything else. Get that beacon working. Sir? Whoever built that ship might be able to send help. Aye, Captain. Even if you're correct, it's unlikely help will arrive in time. How long would it take to remove one of the torpedo warheads, arm it manually? Four minutes. Less if I had some help. I recommend moving the warhead as little as possible once we remove it. Then we'll ing the torpedo to the Launch Bay, work on it there. You have the Bridge. I'm going to hold you to that four minutes. It was only an estimate, sir. They don't make this easy, do they? I'm going to release the couplings. You'll need to disconnect the power conduits. The blue and red ones first. Turn the release counterclockwise until you feel it detach. ( whirring) ( whirring) Commander? I need that power module. Yes, sir. All right, hand me a micro-caliper. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. The Suliban have lost more than half of their ships. You don't have much time. We're working as fast as we can. Stand by. Sir, if you'll hold it by the locking ace. I'm going to hold you to that four minutes. It was only an estimate, sir. It's happening again. We've had this conversation before. You're right. How far do you think we got last time? I'm not certain. I think we may have removed the warhead. If time's not repeating outside the Launch Bay, the Tholians could be close. We'd better hurry. The red and blue conduits, right? ( whirring) The Cell ships... they've been destroyed. How many? All of them. The Tholians are on an intercept course. ( communication beep) They're hailing us. ( squeals and clicks) Give us the vessel. We're prepared to surrender it to you. But our Launch Bay doors took heavy damage. We're going to need more time. I have a repair team working on it, but they estimate it will take... ( squeals and clicks) Two of their ships are approaching the saucer section. 80 meters. Forty... They've locked on to both docking ports. Seal the hatches and send security teams. Get to the control room. I'll take it from here. Aye, Captain. I'm going to hold you to that four minutes. It was only an estimate, sir. How many times do you think we've done this? At least twice, maybe more. Let's hope we've got it down by now. ( whirring) They're cutting through the doors. Control room. ( device beeping) Let's get those doors open. Now. I'd recommend putting more distance between us and that ship. Now! ( console beeping) T'Pol to Captain Archer. They've neutralized the warhead. On our way. Sir, it's gone. Gone? It dematerialized. And it's not aboard the Tholian ships. ( console beeping) They're disengaging. Why didn't they fire on us? Good question. They may have only wanted the vessel. The Vulcans? Their warp drive is damaged, but life support is stable. Let's see if we can give them a hand. Prep a shuttlepod. Have Doctor Phlox meet us in Launch Bay 1. Aye, sir. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. A Vulcan transport is en route to tow the Tal'Kir. Fortunately, there were no casualties. Our long-range scanners show no sign of Tholians or Suliban in our vicinity. I wish we'd had more time to explore that ship. Who knows how many other rooms were down there? Looks like they sent the whole kit and caboodle back to the 31st century. There's no evidence to support that. Well, there's no evidence to contradict it, either. What I don't understand is... how quickly everything disappeared. That beacon was on line for less than a minute. You're forgetting that time is irrelevant to these people. Irrelevant? If that vessel was from the future, whoever sent it had plenty of time to locate the signal and then travel back to any point in time to retrieve it. Hmm. Well, unfortunately, time isn't irrelevant in my Engine Room. I've got repairs to finish. See you later. Mm-hmm. Subcommander. I'm going to contact the High Command, apologize for the trouble we caused them. As the Captain of the Tal'Kir pointed out, a ship can be replaced. I also need to thank them for helping us out. I'm sure the gesture would be appreciated. The High Command has asked me to prepare a report on this incident... with your permission. By all means. I wonder if they'll believe that humans and Vulcans will be... swapping chromosomes one day? They're more likely to believe in time travel.
Enterprise to Shuttlepod 1. Enterprise to Shuttlepod 1. Captain Archer, please respond. Enterprise to Shuttlepod 1. Captain Archer, please respond. Lieutenant? They took some weapons fire. Main power's off-line. Gravity plating, life support. Bio-signs? None. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Trip and I have left Keto-Enol, where we had a successful first contact with the Enolians. We also found time to squeeze in a little R&R. There's only one more log entry after that. Something about a pan zan match. Pan zan? It's a sporting event. The Captain said it was the closest thing to water polo he'd seen since we left Earth. Sensor logs? Too badly damaged to be much help. If I may, I've been running a forensic analysis. There are traces of human blood on the deck and bulkheads... Both the Captain's and Commander Tucker's. Lieutenant Reed believes they were abducted. If they were, they didn't go without a fight. Set a course for Keto-Enol. I'll be right back. ( hushed): Captain. Are you in charge here? If you're not, I need to speak to your superior officer. ( gasps) Captain. I'm okay. I'd stay quiet if I were you. The guards don't like questions. Do you know where they're taking us? I heard something about Canamar. I assume that's where we're going. It's a penal colony. Is this how your justice system works? Ship people off to prison without a trial? There's a processing station in orbit. You'll be tried, sentenced and sent down to the surface. What if you're not guilty? We're all guilty as far as they're concerned. Why did they take you? They think we're smugglers. I wouldn't want to be accused of smuggling. They'll probably make an example of you. We're on an exploratory mission. We believe our Captain and Chief Engineer were abducted after visiting your planet. Abducted by whom? We don't know. We're the busiest trading outpost in this system. We get thousands of visitors every day. Unfortunately, that attracts just as many thieves and smugglers. As you might imagine, my officers are kept quite busy. I wish I could help you. Let us send you their descriptions. Perhaps you could find out if any of your officers have seen them. Anything else on the menu? If you don't like it, give it to me. I like it just fine. Give it to me. Eat your own. You don't listen too well. Then why don't you save yourself the trouble and stop talking to me? ( growls) ( gasps) ( groans) Thanks. ( gasps) You should be careful with the Nausicaans. Nasty tempers. Thanks for the advice. What were you smuggling? Latinum? Enolian spice wine? We're not smugglers. I'm the Chief Engineer of a starship and he's my Captain. Captain of a starship... interesting. I should have tried that when they took me. It might have helped. Captain Zoumas. A patrol ship intercepted their shuttle as it was leaving orbit. Where are they? On board one of our transports. They were carrying what appeared to be contraband, so they were taken into custody. Are your patrols in the habit of arresting innocent people? Smuggling is rampant in this system. My men have orders to board unfamiliar vessels. Mistakes can be made. You certainly made one this time. I've contacted the transport. They're expecting you. These are the coordinates. I trust you'll accompany us to ensure there are no further mistakes. What if Enterprise doesn't find the shuttlepod? Hopefully, there'll be a judge or... someone on that processing station we can talk to. And if not? You might want to make friends with that Nausicaan. ( hatch opens) Are you Archer? You're being released. Ship's coming to retrieve you. Released? Why? We're not criminals. ( all laugh) How much did they pay you to let them go? Quiet. I'm innocent, too. I'll pay you. I said quiet. We're all innocent! How much?! ( gasps) That's enough! ( all shouting) ( frenzied shouting) ( shouting continues) Release me! I can help you! Keep still! All of you. If you want to get out of here. ( restraints click) ( alarm blaring) ( yelling) ( grunts) ( door opening) I told you we needed the pilot. He's alive. Does he look like he's in any condition to fly this ship? He tried to get a weapon. Just watch them! What about the rest of us? You'll be released soon enough. When?! Where are we going? Be patient. You'll find out. I'm sure we're all grateful for your courageous effort, but we've been in these restraints for three days. Couldn't you just...? Quiet! I'll see if I can access navigation. You ever fly a warp ship before? It's harder than you think. He's right. You hit the wrong control, you could overload the plasma manifolds or shut down the antimatter containment field. We'd all end up a cloud of ionized gas. You're a pilot? A damn good one. I'm a smuggler, remember? Come with me. My partner's an engineer. I could use his help. Just you. I thought you were a pilot. Every ship's different. Just give me some time. These look like landing thrusters. Attitude control. Warp stabilizers. Navigation? Navigation. There's a binary system four light-years from here. This one? Set a course. Which planet? I'll tell you that when we get there. We're not going to get very far in a stolen... Just get me to that system. ( engines engaging) You know what happens if he dies. If you get him medical attention, it'll work in your favor. I'll tell the magistrate you showed compassion. ( groaning) The guard said you were going to be released. Why? Because we're innocent. I have friends who wanted to keep doing business with me. They made a few discreet payments and now... I'm innocent. I would have been off this ship by now if you hadn't staged your little revolt. I hope you've thought this through. Every detail. I'm curious. How'd you get out of those restraints? You couldn't have a lockpick... The guards would have found it. Would they? Subdermal implants. They depolarize triburnium alloys. How did you know you were going to need them? I served seven years on Canamar before I escaped. I don't intend to go back. So, I left prepared. I don't know what you've got in mind, but I'm involved now. I don't want to go to Canamar any more than you do. If we run into trouble, my partner could help. What is that? Subspace transceiver. I hope you're not trying to send a message. I'm taking it off-line. It leaves a subspace signature even when it's not transmitting. Someone could track us. Now it's off-line. ( console beeps) I'm picking up an automated distress signal. That's one of our frequencies. Your transport vessel? We have hundreds of ships. I don't know the signatures for every one. The signal originated near our rendezvous coordinates, but they've stopped transmitting. Try hailing them. No response. Increase our speed to warp 4.2. We're still several hours away, but we have patrol ships in that area. Contact them. Have you ever tried tojal? What? There's nothing like it, but you have to eat it before it cools, otherwise it'll congeal. Sounds terrific. It's the first thing I'm going to have when we're off this ship. Where do you think they're taking us? Ask him. I'll just wait and see. The Enolians won't stop looking for us. We'll be fugitives. I was thinking of having my face reconfigured. There's a surgeon on Burala Prime who can do it. He could help you as well. I'll take my chances with my own face. Have you ever been to Burala Prime? Can't say I have. If you ever go, avoid the polar islands. The people are friendly, but the cold is unbearable. Nothing but ice and glaciers. I was stranded there for three months when some colleagues of mine decided to leave without me. Imagine that. The day I got lost, that was the worst. 14 hours... it took me 14 hours to find my way back to the outpost. I lost three toes to frostbite. I've walked with a slight limp ever since, not that you'd notice. I'm going to get that surgeon to do some work on my foot as well. Maybe he can replace the missing toes. Excuse me. Can I change seats? ( chuckles) I'm surprised we haven't crossed paths before. We're new to this region. We used to work mostly in the Sol system. Sol? It's our sun. Our homeworld is called Earth. ( alarm bleeps) What is it? Two vessels approaching from aft. Let me see them. Enolian patrol ships. They've found us. More quickly than I expected. When you were taking the transceiver off-line, you didn't activate it accidentally...? You think I sent a distress call? I told you we should have gotten rid of this ship. It's too easy to track. ( alarm bleeps) They're charging weapons. Do the same! Those are heavily armed patrol ships. We're only a transport. We have weapons... use them! We're outgunned! I'd rather take my chances on Canamar. And I'd rather not. Now charge the weapons. They're targeting our engines. Return fire! No. I'm warning you... We don't have the firepower. If we attack those ships, they'll destroy us. I think I can get us out of this... but I'll need Tucker's help. ( grunts) ( yells) What's happening?! If those are patrol ships, you're going to be recaptured. Shouldn't we be getting to the escape pods? The next person who speaks goes out the airlock! He needs to concentrate. Trip, what's your status? Almost there! Let us go! I don't want to die, tied up like an animal! ( yells in pain) ( groans) Ready when you are! Cease fire! Cease fire! We surrender. Pressurize your docking port and prepare to be boarded or our next shot will each your hull. Acknowledged. Now! The plasma vents are open! They've taken damage. Propulsion is down on both ships. Lock weapons. We should get out of here while we can. Target their warp reactors! There's no need. As soon as they repair their damage, they'll come after us again. Do you think the Enolians are just going to give up if we destroy two of their ships? All I'm wanted for is smuggling. I don't need to add murder charges to it. Let me get us out of here. All right. Is this really necessary? I just saved your skin and you still don't trust me? Do you know how much power flows through those plasma circuits? How much? A lot. I could have been electrocuted. Ah, the least you could do is say thanks. Thanks. That was nice. It reminds me of the time I was... Shut up! Both our ships were disabled before the transport escaped. My superiors don't want our patrols taking any more chances. They've issued orders to destroy the prison transport. Are your superiors aware that there are two innocent humans aboard? They're more concerned with the man who planned this escape. They were able to match his voice-print to a prisoner named Kuroda Lor-ehn. He was responsible for many crimes, some of them utal. They're determined to stop him. And we're determined to get our people back. Then I suggest you find them before our patrols do. That was a clever trick, igniting the plasma. I used it once before... outrunning a customs vessel near Coridan. You obviously ran out of clever tricks, otherwise you wouldn't be here. What happened? Every ship leaving Keto-Enol was being boarded and searched. To get through the checkpoint, I said I was a starship captain and Tucker was my engineer. I made quite a point about how I was on a peaceful mission of exploration. They didn't believe you? What do you think? They turned our shuttle inside out... found my cargo, and we wound up here. My good fortune. You should consider coming with us. Your partner, too. Doing what? I have some business I wasn't able to finish before I was arrested. It could be profitable. I'm a smuggler; I'm not good at much else. Trust me, you'll be very interested when you find out what I have in mind. It's not as if I have a lot of options right now. But if we're going to work together... I'd like to know where we're headed. The fourth planet. There's a trading outpost called Tamaal. And then? A ship's going to meet us there. This transport draws too much attention. Once you get past the texture, they really don't taste that bad. The fun part is keeping them in your mouth. They jump around until you crunch down on them... Enough! Is something wrong? No. I love hearing how delicious Melvaran mud fleas are or about the time you spent two hours with an Orion slave girl or the miracles doctors can perform these days, getting rid of Fluvian fungus. Well, what makes you think I want to hear your stories? I haven't told you any! You won't let me get a word in edgewise! I can't even put my fingers in my ears. Ten minutes... That's all I'm asking. Just ten minutes of silence. I didn't realize I was being so annoying. We seemed to be getting along so well. I just thought it might be nice to have a pleasant conversation before I spend the next ten years on a penal colony. Look... I'm sorry I snapped at you... but this isn't exactly the best place to socialize. This thruster assembly took a lot of damage. We should have Tucker take a look at it. Don't bother. You're not the one who has to fly this thing. It won't be flying much longer. ( door opening) I'm not hungry. You haven't eaten for two days. I can wait. Don't be a fool. I said I'm not hungry! ( door opening) Prison rations! It's better than nothing. You obviously never spent time on a penal colony. I was 14 when I first tasted those rations. I've had enough for one lifetime. Sounds like you started your career early. I was young... but I was no criminal. No? My father and I were working at a transport yard on Keto-Enol. The supervisor accused me of stealing a ace of latinum. I had nothing to do with it, but they couldn't find anyone else to blame. I was sentenced to five years at Duronom. That sounds pretty severe. Enolian Guards are known for their severity. Haven't you seen that by now? I learned far more in prison than my father could have ever taught me. After I was released, I chose to put my new skills to use. I suppose I should be grateful. If it wasn't for the Enolian Guard, my life... would have been quite dull. Welcome to Tamaal. Where are your friends? They'll be here. Do you have landing coordinates? We're not landing. They're going to dock with us. What about the others? Are you going to let them go to prison? No. Before we leave, you're going to set this ship on a decaying orbit. It'll be incinerated. As far as anyone will be able to tell, we crashed trying to land. Why kill all these people? Just leave them. No one will be looking for us if they think we're dead. If you don't like it, you can always go back to your seat. I may not know how to fly this ship, but I'm sure I can figure out how to crash it. ( console beeping) The transport's dropped out of warp. It's entered a binary system. It looks like they're heading for the fourth planet. Tamaal... it's a large trading outpost with over two million inhabitants. A good place to get lost in the crowd. Drop to impulse. Take us into the system. Any human bio-signs? Two. It's them. I recommend we use the transporter once we're in range. You're forgetting that's a prison ship. It's heavily shielded. Where are you going? The docking hatch was damaged by the patrol ships. Kuroda wants Tucker to see if he can repair it. Nice of you to visit. Who are we docking with? Your guess is as good as mine. He's taking us off on a shuttle... then he plans to crash the ship. I hope you've got something else in mind. We can't wait for Enterprise. We've got to try to take control. Think you can handle him? Yeah, piece of cake. ( console beeping) There's a small vessel dropping out of warp. Patrol ship? I don't think so. Four bio-signs. They're all Enolian. It's not one of our ships. Magnify. Where's it heading? The fourth planet. They're trying to hail the prison transport. They're not getting a response. They may have come to rescue Kuroda. How heavily armed is it? Fore and aft particle cannons... Nothing we can't handle. My friends will be here soon. Lay in a descent course. Their ship might be big enough to hold everyone here. Why don't we take them along? We have already discussed this! Trip... how's that docking port coming? ( grunts) ( panting) I need a minute. ( sighs) It's a big job. Do your best. ( sighs) Listen... I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot. No hard feelings. But now that we're friends, I could use a hand. You're the engineer. True. But I'm having trouble getting the intake valve open. I guess I don't have the muscle for it. Unless I'm mistaken, Kuroda wants this hatch repaired. That one... if you could turn it counterclockwise. Down a little more. It's got to go at least 90 degrees. ( grunting with effort) That's it. ( grunting) You almost got it. What are you doing?! They said they were going to let us go! They lied. They're planning to kill you... all of you. How do you know that? You're going to get us sent to Canamar! Keep it down! ( alarm blaring) Stay here. Watch out! Do you know how to repair that docking hatch? It's not easy. We're in a decaying orbit! Shoot me, and you'll die with the others. Get to work. You don't have to kill these people. Move! ( groaning quietly) You should thank me. What? Where's Archer? He's with them, repairing the docking hatch. They said there's a shuttle coming for us. I'm sorry I had to intervene, but you didn't give me much choice. You're lucky they didn't kill you. Kuroda was furious. But everything's fine now. They're going to set us free. You're welcome. ( docking port engaging) They've docked. ( outer hatch opening) ( yells) I see my message got through. Loud and clear, sir. Captain? Would you mind? Who are these people? This will open the restraints. Get everyone on that shuttle! ( all yelling) Free me. Let's go! Let's go! Come on! Come on! Let's go. Let's go. We got to get out of here. Let's go, everybody. Come on. Move out, move out. Go! Go, go now! Let's go! Don't leave anyone behind. Anything I can do? Unless you have a spare thruster assembly. Is everyone off? Just about. I'll be right there. Captain! Travis says he can't maintain the docking seal much longer. He won't have to! Let's go! ( yelling) We need to eak orbit! It's too late! We've lost thrusters! You're lying! We've got to get out! ( roaring) Kuroda! It's over! I won't go back! It's now or never, sir! ( panting) ( alarm bleeping) We've got some men in there who could use your help. And you? I'll be fine. On behalf of the Enolian government, I'd like to extend our apologies for this inconvenience. My superiors will... Trip. Uh, Captain... Captain, my superiors will want a report... I'll give you one right now. Kuroda's dead, the other 11 prisoners are under guard. As you're aware, my Engineer and I were falsely arrested. We almost wound up in Canamar. Makes me wonder how many others don't belong there. You wanted a report? You've got one.
Sensors can't identify its hull composition. There doesn't even seem to be a warp signature. It's approaching at warp 6. How big is it? It's big. More than 500 meters across. We're in visual range. Put it up. Look familiar? It's not in the Vulcan database. Try hailing them. No response, sir. I'm not even detecting a transceiver on board. They're gaining on us, sir. What the hell is that? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Tactical Alert. Weapons aren't charging, sir. They're off-line. Phase cannons... torpedoes... Tucker to the Bridge! Go ahead. What's going on, Captain? The engines just went down. Warp or impulse? Both. Hold on, Trip. Have they dropped out of warp? There's no way to tell. Our sensors can't penetrate their hull. What about our life support? Fully operational. That's one piece of good news. Any bio-signs out there? None that I can detect. Rotate the dorsal camera. Hold it there. Tilt up about 30 degrees. Get closer. T' The vapor doesn't contain any elements our sensors can identify. Any atmosphere? Mostly helium, trace amounts of xenon. Prep a shuttlepod. Trip, meet me and Malcolm in Launch Bay 1. Aye, sir. You're in charge. Keep a channel open. ( scanner beeping) Captain... look at this. The atmosphere's changing. 76 percent nitrogen, 21 percent oxygen. Somebody seems to know what we like to eathe. What's the temperature? 18 degrees. Florida in November. Let's see what we can find. Look at that. I'm not reading anything. It's like they're not there. They sure look there to me. If there aren't any life-forms here, then who modified the atmosphere? I doubt it's a coincidence. Captain... We may not be detecting any bio-signs, but those things sure look alive to me. ( gasps) Are you okay? Trip? ( groans) ( panting) Whoa. What the hell happened? That's what I was about to ask you. I think I was up on the ceiling with those things. I was... looking down at the three of us, but... not with my eyes. I can't explain it. We should get him back to the ship. I was in Tarpon Springs, too, swimming with Lisa. She was afraid it was getting too dark. Sounds like you were dreaming, Commander. I know the difference between a dream and something really happening. We're 150 light-years from Earth, Trip. I'm telling you, I was there. I'm not detecting any parasites or life-forms or, uh, wisps of smoke. He seems in perfect working order. He said he had some kind of out-of-body experience. Don't forget Florida, Captain. I don't care how far away it is. I was there. ( shuts off com) It's a very common hallucination... Returning to a familiar place. ( no audio) What happened to the com? You three talking about me? ( opens com) You're clear, Commander. Free to go. Thanks, Doc. You sure you're all right? I'm fine. You can't believe how amazing it was. I'd prefer to keep you in Sick Bay for a few days, but I can't afford to. I need you to get those engines back on line. I'll see what I can do. Let me know if you... take another trip to Tarpon Beach. Tarpon Springs. I'll keep you posted. I want those weapons back on line, too. I'll see what I can do. ( door chimes) Come in. It's like we're in the belly of the beast. We have no reason to believe their motives are hostile. They're holding my ship hostage. We don't know that. We don't? Look out there. Do you see any stars? Our engines are off-line, our weapons. Seems kind of hostile to me. I suppose it depends on how you look at it. Is there something you wanted to see me about? Ensign Sato is trying to communicate with the life-forms. And? Nothing yet. I've spoken to a number of officers. They say the crew is concerned... but remaining calm. I've got to get them out of here. I tried reinitializing the plasma flow, but the power grid isn't charging. Commander? Are you all right, sir? Can I get you something? I'm fine. Good-bye, sir. Rostov to Captain Archer. Go ahead. I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but I think there might be something wrong with Commander Tucker. What do you mean, wrong? He was confused, and, uh... seemed to think I was his superior officer. I'll be right down. He's not here, sir. He left Engineering. Did he say where he was going? No, sir. I'm afraid not, Captain. Archer to Commander Tucker. Find him. Commander. Commander Charles Tucker llI. Hungry? Yes. It's all very good. Have you ever tried this? It's called ead. You've never eaten it before? I've never eaten anything before. Where's Commander Tucker? I'm here. Charles Tucker llI. Where's the man who used to be Charles Tucker? He's exploring another realm... my realm. But he'll be back. I want him back now. Please trust me. He's experiencing things he never thought he could. Where is he? It's not a question of where. He's no longer corporeal. But he will be again, I assure you. When we were outside, we saw a wisp of vapor penetrate him. Did you have anything to do with that? Wisp. An interesting word. Wisp. Wisp. Yes, I suppose you could call us that. Wisp. Where do you come from? We live in subspace. We travel through it. We're explorers, like you. Why did you take Commander Tucker? It's been a long time since we've encountered corporeal beings. After we performed the first crossing with your Commander, we realized we were compatible. You're very interesting... Trapped in bodies that need maintenance. You have gender. You require mates to reproduce. You eat... food. We were like you once, but we evolved. Now we can learn how our ancestors lived. I want my crewman, and I want my ship released. Captain. Your crewman will be returned. You claim to be an explorer, Captain. Open your mind to new possibilities. What about Tucker? I've enjoyed my time with you. Sir. ( gasps) Wow. Wow what? I was riding right alongside Hopalong Cassidy... chasing some bad guys. Then I was with Lisa again, except this time, we were snow sailing in New Zealand. Then I was eight years old, maybe nine... picking up leaves with my dad. But it wasn't a dream, Captain. It was as real as I'm sitting here. They told me you can try it. Anyone on the crew. Who told you? They did... the ones I was with. I thought you were with Hopalong Cassidy and your girlfriend. ( chuckling) I was, but... oh... it's hard to explain. You should try it. You'll understand what I'm talking about. You all should try it. Take him to Sick Bay. Captain, I'm fine. We'll let the Doctor decide how fine you are. Commander. Something smells funny. They've released the ship and Commander Tucker. They've done everything you've asked. Have you considered they may have been telling the truth when they said they were just curious about us? Captain's Starlog, supplemental. Now that the Doctor has given Trip a clean bill of health, my primary concern is getting Enterprise out of here. But Trip tells me it'll be awhile before he can get the engines on line. From what we can tell, these life-forms have no mass. Noncorporeal beings... That's got to be a first for Starfleet. T'Pol thinks they just want to get to know us. Maybe she's right. Maybe I don't trust them because they're so different. I'd hate to think that was the case. ( door chimes) Computer pause. Come in. I hope I'm not disturbing you. Everything all right? I'm not certain. One of those beings appeared in Sick Bay a few minutes ago. It entered me... right here. But my physiology must not have been compatible. It left almost immediately. Are you sure you're all right? I'm fine. But it was disturbing. The life-form was trying very hard to reach me. I'm going to B-Deck. B-Deck is fine. Are you a female? Sir? Your gender... you are a female, correct? Last time I checked. I am a male. I'm aware of that, Lieutenant. There seem to be a number of... anatomical differences. Sir. ( door chimes) Come in. Subcommander. Is there something I can do for you? You are very beautiful. Are you aware that you are the most attractive woman on board this ship? Do you think it's appropriate for you to be here at this hour? Would you mind taking off your clothing? I'd like to learn more about your anatomy. Have you been drinking? If we are to engage in mating, it would be easier if you disrobed. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Would you please come to my quarters with a security team. We're on our way. Are you afraid of me? You shouldn't be. I'm capable of defending myself. What is it like being a female? Is it much different? I wouldn't know. If you'd allow the crossing, you'd find out. I don't understand. If you came to us, you could experience what it's like to be male. Wouldn't that be helpful to you? I've never thought about it. You should. We're capable of letting you experience anything you wish for. It would be a shame not to take advantage of that. This isn't Lieutenant Reed. Enough! Humans don't like doing things without their consent. When are you planning to return Malcolm Reed? That depends. Oh, does it? Let's see how much you enjoy experiencing the human condition locked in Reed's quarters. ( com beeps) Tucker. They've got Malcolm. I need the ship ready to go on my command. They're going to give him back, aren't they? We'll see. What did you do with the, uh...? A security detail locked him in Malcolm's quarters. Get it done, Trip. Right away, sir. You heard him. Let's try to prime the deuterium pumps and fire up the injectors. Tucker to Ensign Cook. Yes, sir. I need you and two other engineers down here right away. I'll see who I can find. Commander! Quickly please. Tucker out. Something wrong? Run into a problem? Problem? No, everything's fine. Did you have any luck priming the pumps? I have no idea how to do that. This engine is very complex. Stay here. Be right back. Tucker to the Captain. Go ahead, Trip. It's Rostov, sir. I think you need to get Malcolm... I mean, whoever's running security down here right away. Hoshi, get a security team to Engineering. Have them put Crewman Rostov in his quarters. Aye, sir. Captain, we've been getting reports from all over the ship. Some of the crew are acting very strange. Then we're going to need more than one security team. Find out who's acting strange and have them confined to their quarters. How do we know the security officers are okay? For the moment, we're going to have to hope they are. Start working on a way to figure out who's themselves and who's not. Maybe Phlox can help you. Commander. Run into a problem? No, sir. Just ready to cali ate the dilithium matrix. Great. Wait till I give you the signal. We polarized the hull plating as soon as we detected that ship. Obviously it didn't do any good. What's keeping them from taking all of us? ( com beeps) Archer. You've got impulse engines back, Captain. Thanks, Trip. Hold our position. I thought you said we needed to get out of here. They've got Malcolm, and God knows how many others. Until we find a way to get them back, we're not going anywhere. What's the big secret? We thought it best not to discuss this over the com. We don't know who's been taken. What have you got? It was simpler than I thought. Elevated acetylcholine levels in the autonomic nervous... Doctor, whatever you've got, we need to put it to work. The Subcommander programmed the medical computer. It's modifying this hand-scanner as we speak. Get to work as soon as you're ready. Tucker to Ensign Mayweather. Go ahead, sir. I'm a little short-handed, Travis. Think I could get you to go back to the starboard nacelle and repolarize the warp coils? No problem, sir. Call me when you get to the Catwalk. I'm on my way. There are two here. Ensign Cole... and Crewman Rossi. Mayweather to the Bridge. Go ahead. One of those things just followed me up the starboard strut, but when I got into the Catwalk, it didn't come through. There must be something keeping it from getting in here. Then you better stay where you are. Aye, aye, sir. Archer to Commander Tucker. Yes, Captain? Is there some kind of shielding in the nacelles that might keep these aliens from getting in? The Catwalk's reinforced with osmium alloy, but... it's hard to say if that would do it. Travis thinks it will. I need you to stop whatever you're doing and transfer all command functions to the Starboard Catwalk. We're going to have to get everybody in there. I'm on it. I want you and T'Pol to get the crew up there as quickly as you can. Hoshi. It would be best if they stayed where they were. What? We're offering them a great opportunity. They may never get another chance to experience existence as we do. Security to the Bridge. You're taking over my crew. Why? I understand how you may be frightened by all this. Losing your substance... existing as perceptive energy... but you'll be grateful once you've made the crossing, I promise you. We're kind of fond of our substance. We're not very anxious to give it up. Those who've preceded you are safe and happy. You'll understand. Are you doing this for our benefit or for yours? Escort Ensign Sato to her quarters. You'll understand. How many? 58, including us. And outside? 24 locked in their quarters, and Dr. Phlox. You okay, Travis? I'm fine, sir. Thank you. Trip? I saw him down near the Command Compartment. Thanks. We need to learn more about these life-forms. What we need is to get our people back. It's illogical to believe we can do that without learning more about the aliens' intentions. Do you have something in mind? I'd like your permission to leave the Catwalk. You wouldn't have a chance. One of those things would take you before you got back to the saucer section. Not necessarily. If a life-form attempts to exchange its consciousness with mine, I believe I can prevent it. What makes you think that? No offense, Captain, but the Vulcan mind is far more disciplined than yours. It can resist temptations, emotions, and, I believe, invasions by these life-forms. Even if you're right, what would you accomplish? If an alien attempts this transfer, there may be a ief period when our minds are conjoined. It's possible I could ascertain their motives. It's too dangerous. I won't let you do it. There's no other choice. And if you're wrong? It's a risk I'm willing to take. Well, I'm not. They've already taken 24 people. I'm not going to give them another one. You've told me you trust my judgment. Trust it now, unless you have another suggestion. ( com beeps) Sick Bay. SATO'S There's been an accident. Hoshi? Hoshi Sato's been injured. I don't know how to repair the damage to her body. What happened? Her leg is fractured. She's in considerable pain. She needs assistance. I'm armed. If you're near the door, step away. She's on the floor. She can't move. There's nothing the matter with you. I need to find the rest of your crew. Where are they?! I'm glad I ought you along. ( com beeps) Dr. Phlox. Is everything going all right, Doc? More or less. Good. T'Pol and I are going to need your help. Subcommander? T'Pol? Have you succeeded? Phlox to Captain Archer. Did you find her? I'm with her now. She's not acting like the others, but she's certainly not herself. Doesn't sound like that's the outcome she expected. Her neural pathways are hyperstimulated. Damn it. You better take her to her quarters. Yes, Captain. Come with me. Everything will be all right. I'm afraid I have to insist. I promise you... T'Pol! What is my name? Subcommander! They're lying to us. My name. We don't have time for this, Phlox! I have to get to the Captain. Their ship is deteriorating, and they have no way to repair it. They can't survive in space. So they are doing this to save themselves. 82 of them are. One for every crewman on Enterprise. How many of them are there? Hundreds. The rest will try to find another vessel of corporeal beings. Where's Commander Tucker? I'm not sure. Please find him. If the Commander can find a way to shield Enterprise, we can leave the Catwalk and go to warp. And lose a third of the crew. Two-thirds will survive. Unacceptable. We're going to find a way to get them back. That may be difficult. Can they survive in a host that's dead? It would be no different than being exposed to space. They'd die. Archer to Phlox. Yes, Captain. Are you doing all right? We're okay. How long do you think we'll be in here, Ensign? I'm sure the Captain will get us out as soon as he can. Has anyone seen Commander Tucker? No, sir. Not for a while. I think he was down there. Thanks. We'll have to purge the carbon dioxide within 20 seconds of respiratory failure. That'll give you enough time to resuscitate them? Oh, yes, it's enough time. Don't forget to close off the ventilation to the starboard nacelle. We wouldn't want the gas to affect you and the others. Understood. Sorry, Captain, I can't find Commander Tucker. Has anyone opened either of the ventral hatches? Not since we sealed them. You must've missed him. I'll look again. Four... five... six... seven. All right. Does it have an ID tag? Junction 4-1-Alpha, Atmospheric Recycling Manifold. Good. Do you see the releases on either side? Yes. There are... four of them... two blue... two... silver. Open them, the silver ones first. Done. Now pull the panel off. What should I do with it? Whatever you want. Lay it down on the floor. Very well. Ah! Right where you said it was, Captain. ( chuckles) Find the control panel. It's right here. It has six green lights. Each of them should have a switch next to it. About five centimeters to the left. Now, before we can release the gas into central ventilation, you're going to have to reroute the transfer lines to the carbon dioxide tanks. And how do I go about doing that? Those six switches control the feed. You're going to have to recali ate them in sequence for CO-2. I'll guide you through it. Commander, I've been looking all over for you! Are you all right, sir? I'm fine. The Captain asked me to find you. He needs you in the Command Compartment. Commander! You can't go out there, sir. It's not safe! What are you doing?! I've reached the access tube, Captain. Good. Now pull off the panel. ( straining) It's not coming off. It'll come off. You just need to use a little muscle. ( grunting) I've used every muscle I've got; it won't budge. Try using your foot for leverage. ( straining) Good suggestion. Okay. Now, the next part's a piece of cake. We've got a problem, Captain. Stand by, Doc. What happened? Commander Tucker... he just went out the forward hatch. What?! I tried to stop him, sir. He didn't look like himself. I think one of those things got inside him. If he knows what we're doing... We're going to have to speed things up, Doc. Trip's been taken. He left the Catwalk a few minutes ago. If he tries to let his buddies out of their quarters, we don't have any guards down there to stop him. Tell me what to do. You'll have to purge the osmotic filters. The valves are right behind the control circuit. You're going to have to get two fingers through the upper holes in the support plate. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, but wearing those gloves could make it difficult. Back home, I'm known for my fine motor skills. I doubt a pair of EV gloves will deter me. There are two solenoids behind the openings. When you tap them simultaneously, the plate should retract. Did you say there were two? About three centimeters apart. ( grunts) Got it. You should be looking at two rotary valves and a lever. I see them. Open both valves all the way, then turn the lever to the three o'clock position. That should do it. T' The nine o'clock position will vent the gas when we're finished. ( coughing) ( gasping for air) Phlox to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Mission accomplished. I'm monitoring Commander Tucker. Good job. ( gasping and gagging) It's left Commander Tucker. Vent the gas. In a moment, Captain. I need to be certain the CO-2 level is consistent throughout the ship, that all the life-forms are gone. Ready, Travis? Yes, sir. It's done. Full impulse! They're in pursuit. Stand by. Now! ( takes deep eath) What's going on, Doc? Just eathe deeply. You'll be fine. I was just at a barbecue. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I've never seen so many ribs! Follow me, Commander. We have a lot of doors to unlock.
Bring in the prisoner. ( chanting): Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! ( chanting dies away): Jagh! Jagh... You stand accused of conspiring against the Klingon Empire. How do you respond? I'm not guilty. ( scoffing and laughter) When this tribunal convenes tomorrow, you will be given a chance to prove your innocence. If you cannot, there is only one punishment. Jagh! It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( footsteps approaching) You have five minutes. Glad you could drop by. How are you? I've been better. I wasn't sure if I'd find you alive. They promised me a trial before the execution. Something wrong? Xenopolycythemia can be highly contagious. I'm surprised they haven't put you in isolation. Any residual symptoms? Fever, dizziness? Just a scratchy throat. Let's have a look. When did you get here? Two days ago, but they refused to let us see you. Enemies of the state aren't allowed visitors. Mm. T'Pol was finally able to convince them that your condition necessitated a visit from your doctor. Very thoughtful of her. She sends her regards. And she wanted me to assure you that Starfleet, and the Vulcan High Command, are doing everything possible to get you released. Aren't they having any luck? Not yet. But she and Commander Tucker have begun exploring other options for regaining your freedom. When this is over... Whatever the outcome... I'm counting on them to get Enterprise safely out of Klingon territory. I'll let them know. How are your accommodations? Not so bad. Can't say I'm a big fan of Klingon cuisine. It may not appear appetizing, but it seems like a good source of protein. I suggest you eat it. Is he infectious? I don't believe so. Then return to your ship. I'd like to run some more tests. You're not here to treat him. Thanks for the house call, Doc. I'm sure I'll see you soon. I'm Kolos, your Advocate. Jonathan Archer. Hmm. The tribunal's about to begin. We haven't even discussed what happened. I'm familiar with the charges. Well, I'm not familiar with your justice system. What can I expect out there? Now that you've been charged, the evidence against you will be presented. When do I get a chance to testify? I will conduct your defense. How can you do that when you haven't heard what really happened? I know what happened. You mustn't speak during the tribunal. I'll speak for you. ( chanting): Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh... What are they saying? Enemy. I hope they're not the jury. There is no jury. ( shouting) Who's that? Prosecutor Orak. His success is well known. What about you? What's your success rate? I perform my duty. ( yelling) This tribunal is convened. Strength to the Empire! Prosecutor Orak, you may proceed. I call Duras, son of Toral. Captain Duras, tell the tribunal about your encounter with the accused. I am no longer a captain. Explain. I am... a Second Weapons Officer serving on the Ty'Gokor defense perimeter. The Duras I called to testify is Commander of the Battle Cruiser Bortas. I was recently reduced in rank. A distinguished Klingon warrior, stripped of his command. Did the accused have anything to do with your disgrace? Yes. Go on, Weapons Officer Duras. A group of rebels had fled the Klingon protectorate at Raatooras. I was commanded to ing these traitors to justice. We'd followed their warp trail to a system just outside Klingon territory. They're near the fifth planet. Another vessel is docked with them. Show me. What kind of ship is that? Unknown. But they've taken the rebels aboard. Armaments. Torpedo launchers fore and aft. Low-yield particle cannons. We can defeat them easily. Intercept. They're signaling us. Viewer. Identify yourself. Captain Archer of the Battle Cruiser Enterprise. The people aboard your ship are wanted for treason. Surrender them immediately. By whose authority? The Chancellor of the Klingon High Council. I don't know your Chancellor, and I don't give a damn what he wants. I've formed an alliance with these people, and I'm going to support their revolt. Give them to me now! Or I'll destroy your vessel. Fire one shot, and you'll be joining your ancestors in the afterlife. He refused to surrender the rebels. Yes. I didn't say any of those things. Can't you object? It's not important. And how did you respond to Archer's defiance? I pitied him. He was about to die in defense of these wretched traitors. They weren't traitors. Advocate, haven't you informed the prisoner of the rules of this tribunal? My apologies, Magistrate. Be silent! Or you will be removed. Continue. I showed him more patience than he deserved. But obviously, he wanted blood to be spilt. Don't be a fool. Your ship is inferior. You won't survive a battle with us. Death to the Empire. Return fire! They're heading for the ring system. The coward thinks he can hide. Pursue them! Where are they? Answer me! De is is interfering with sensors! There! Target their engines! All weapons! We've lost sensors. Shields are down! Manual targeting! Fire! They're leaving orbit! Follow them! Our engines are down. ( roars) It took us three hours to repair our warp drive. But, of course, by that time, they were gone. You're fortunate your First Officer didn't kill you for such a failure. You're dismissed. You're not going to question him? He'd say nothing that would help you. Do you have any further evidence to present? No, Magistrate. Duras' testimony is clear. He was attempting to carry out his mission... To ing enemies of the Empire to justice... But this aggressor, this human, conspired with them to disgrace a proud warrior and foment rebellion. There can be no doubt that he is our enemy as well. ( shouts of agreement) Captain Archer claims to be innocent! Innocent of what? ( shouting) This tribunal has already been far too lenient. We haven't accused his crew, or his government. He's fortunate we haven't dispatched a fleet of warships to his homeworld! But we do demand that he be held responsible for the crimes he has committed. We demand that he receive the most severe punishment our laws decree! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Jagh! Do you have a response? No, Magistrate. Then I will consider the evidence and deliver my verdict... I'd like a chance to defend myself. You have been warned. He's distorting the truth! Be silent! Those people weren't rebels. And I wasn't trying to start a rebellion. I am not your enemy! ( groans) This tribunal is in recess. What is this? Targ. It's a little underdone. I told you to remain silent. You should have listened to me. Sorry if I interfered with your legal strategy. My strategy may yet spare your life. I've spoken with the Magistrate. He's willing to show you mercy if you cooperate. How? Tell him where to find the rebels. I told you, they're not rebels. It doesn't matter what you believe. They're subject to the laws of the Empire. There's nothing you can say that will change that. I haven't been able to say anything. Where did you take them? Another ship? A planet? Do you understand what will happen if you don't tell them? I have a pretty good idea. I'm offering you a way to save your life. Let's say I did cooperate. What would happen to these people? They would be charged with treason. And end up in a court like this one? Tell the Magistrate I'm going to pass on his offer. Only a fool would sacrifice himself for people he barely knows. I know them well enough. They're good people. And I won't turn them over. If you'd let me testify, tell my side of the story, it might become clear why I helped them. But from what I've seen, you're all perfectly happy to ignore what you don't want to hear. Don't be so quick to accuse me of sharing their interpretation of the law. No? What's your interpretation? I became an Advocate many years ago. They were different times. Better or worse? The courts were more willing to listen. Then maybe... you should remind them of those different times. Nothing like a good history lesson. I'm an old man. Too old to challenge the rules. Even if your client's life depends on it? I get the feeling you're as frustrated as I am. That you want to stand up to them. But... you've given up. You're afraid of them. I'm not afraid. Then prove it. Challenge them. Show them what a real trial is like. Strength to the Empire. ( shouting) Have you informed the accused of our offer? I have. And does he wish to address this tribunal? He does. He wishes to testify in his own defense. I object! The time for testimony is over. With respect to Magistrate, no verdict has been reached. Irrelevant! I urge you to end these proceedings. I'm within my rights to present further testimony. You're speaking of archaic rights. Surely, I don't need to remind the Magistrate, the Judicial Charter of Koloth states: an Advocate is entitled to challenge the charges at any point during the tribunal. To my knowledge, that charter has not been cast aside. From the time of Kahless, our courts have stood as a forum where justice is dispensed with honor. Now... will my case be heard, or will it not? Call your witness. ( all shouting) Identify yourself. I'm Captain Jonathan Archer of the Earth Starship Enterprise. Do you admit, Captain Archer, that you gave aid and comfort to a vessel fleeing the Empire? We answered a distress call. They were starving. Their life support was failing. Their health isn't at issue here. You helped them to escape! Will my client be allowed to testify, or not? Prosecutor, you will show the Advocate the same respect he has shown you. Continue. Recount for this tribunal your recollection of the events. As I said, we had received a distress call. Magnify. Bio-signs? Twenty-seven. Any response? No, sir. Malcolm? Main propulsion's off-line. Life support is failing. They're in a bad way, sir. Can you dock with them? Their port engine is venting reactor coolant. I could try to come in on the starboard side, but it'll be tricky. Do your best. Our warp drive failed three weeks after we left. We tried to set a course for the nearest system at impulse, but main power went down. How long ago was that? I don't know. Six weeks. Maybe more. We diverted auxiliary power to life support, but it wasn't enough. Food processors failed, water recylers... I've put them all on protein supplements, but two of them are in serious condition. When we left, there were 54 aboard. What ought you out here? Several years ago, our colony was annexed by a species we had never seen before. They said they'd provide for us in exchange for our allegiance. That we'd become a part of their Empire. But they stripped us of our resources, left us with nothing. We waited for them to return. They said they'd ing food, fuel... They never came back. You knew they were fleeing the Empire. We knew that their colony had been abandoned. And you chose to show them compassion. They were starving. They wouldn't have lasted another week. They were subjects of the Empire. Their welfare was not your concern. Apparently it wasn't yours, either. ( shouting) You see the contempt these humans have for us. He still believes he did nothing wrong. And Prosecutor Orak has yet to prove that he has. He aided these rebels. And now he refuses to help us ing them to justice! ( shouting) I will hear what the accused has to say. Continue. My Chief Engineer had determined that their vessel was beyond repair. Some of the crew will have to double up, but I think we can accommodate all of them. I've already given the order. Considering the alternative was to set the ship adrift, I anticipated your decision. Where do you plan to take them? They were headed for a system a few light-years from here. That should keep them safe from the Klingons. Empires tend to expand. They may eventually discover they haven't traveled far enough. Captain, please report to the Bridge. Looks like they didn't abandon the colonists after all. Perhaps they're inging the supplies they promised. It's a D-5 Battle Cruiser. I doubt it's inging supplies. How long before they get here? 17 minutes. Are all the refugees aboard? Yes, sir. Cut their ship loose and go to Tactical Alert. So, you were preparing for battle. I was preparing to defend my ship. As any good Klingon commander would be. The accused has already admitted that he knew the rebels were subjects of the Empire! They may have been subjects of the Empire, but it sure as hell looked like you had abandoned them. And he knew the Bortas was coming to retrieve them. Yet he launched a deliberate attack against an Imperial vessel! This human is guilty of more than inciting rebellion, he has committed an act of war! ( all shouting) I don't suppose there's any chance of outrunning them. Their maximum speed is warp 6. If we could disable their engines... Sustained fire from our phase cannons should be able to penetrate their armor, but I doubt they'd sit still long enough to give us the chance. What's the composition of those rings? Nothing unusual. Methane ice, isolytic plasma. Diamagnetic dust. When we pulled that Klingon ship out of the gas giant, did you get a look at their sensor array? Pretty standard multispectral sensors, not too different from ours. If we could ignite the plasma in those rings... would it disrupt their sensors? For a few seconds. A few seconds will have to do. Can you modify a torpedo? I believe so. How long? How long do I have? The Klingon ship will be here in less than 11 minutes. Get moving. So, you laid a trap for the Bortas. We had no intention of firing first. Oh, such a noble human. I was assured the accused would be allowed to speak without interruption. By all means. I find his version of events extremely entertaining. ( laughter) The Bortas had dropped out of warp with their weapons charged. They're on an intercept course. 200,000 kilometers and closing. Hail them. Identify yourself. I'm Jonathan Archer, Captain of the Starship Enterprise. You're harboring fugitives. Surrender them. I wasn't aware they'd committed any crime. They're wanted for inciting rebellion. From what I can tell, they are in no condition to incite anything. Apparently their colony was abandoned by your... Turn over the rebels, now! What do you intend to do with them? That's none of your concern. I'm sorry, but I'm not prepared to hand them over without a little more information. If I could speak to someone in your government. I speak for the Empire. Fair enough. Let's sit down and try to... Hull plating's at 80 percent. No damage to the Klingon ship. Head into the rings. They're pursuing. 10,000 meters. We're approaching a large fragment 600 meters in diameter, bearing 227 mark 4. Put us behind it. They're closing, sir. 4,000 meters. Stand by. 3,000 meters. 2,000. 800 meters. Fire! Our sensors are down. Let's hope theirs are, too. Get us out of here. You say the Bortas fired first. Yes. And you tried to reach an accommodation with Captain Duras? He refused. Duras was under no obligation to accommodate this human. So you were simply defending your ship when you attacked the Bortas? Yes. And then what happened? We left the system and took the refugees with us. You could have destroyed the Bortas. Why didn't you? Because Captain Duras is not my enemy. Not your enemy! I submit to this tribunal that Captain Archer is guilty. ( yelling) Guilty of meddling in Klingon affairs on more than one occasion. In fact, I've discovered his name is well known to the High Council. The accused once stood before the Chancellor himself and exposed a Suliban plot that would have thrown the Empire into civil war. That is absurd. The facts are on record. Perhaps the Prosecutor has grown complacent with his research. The records of the Imperial Fleet also mention this man. His ship was instrumental in the rescue of the Klingon Raptor, the Somraw from the dense atmosphere of a gas giant. Even if this is true, it has nothing to do with this case! It has everything to do with this case. It shows a pattern in Archer's behavior that was repeated in his encounter with Captain Duras. Yes, he may be self-righteous, but his meddling has saved a Klingon ship and perhaps the fate of the Empire itself. If Captain Archer is guilty, he is guilty of nothing more than being a nuisance and hardly worth the attention of this tribunal, and if he must be punished, let the punishment fit that crime. How long should it take for a verdict? It usually doesn't take long at all. I must have been more persuasive than I thought. ( chuckles) Thanks... for what you've done for me. Oh... don't thank me yet. The odds are still very much against us. What is it? Bloodwine. It should help make the wait more pleasant. What's it the blood of? ( chuckles) Don't feel badly if you can't stomach it. I didn't say that. How many cases have you won? Oh, I'm not sure. Over 200. But that was a long time ago when the tribunal was a forum for the truth and not a tool for the warrior class. There are other classes? You didn't believe all Klingons were soldiers? I guess I did. ( growls) My father was a teacher... my mother, a biologist at the university. They encouraged me to take up the law. Now, all young people want to do is take up weapons as soon as they can hold them. They're told there's honor in victory, any victory. But what honor is there in a victory over a weaker opponent? Had Duras destroyed that ship, he would have been lauded as a hero of the Empire for murdering helpless refugees. ( sighs) We were a great society not so long ago, when honor was earned through integrity and acts of true courage, not senseless bloodshed. For thousands of years, my people had similar problems. We fought three world wars that almost destroyed us. Whole generations were nearly wiped out. What changed? A few courageous people began to realize... they could make a difference. I have weighed the evidence carefully. Advocate Kolos has made an impressive case, much to the surprise of this tribunal. Based upon his arguments, I am inclined to believe that the accused was a victim of his own foolishness. He was not fomenting rebellion, but... as Prosecutor Orak has made clear, the laws of the Empire have been violated and Captain Archer must be held accountable for his actions, regardless of his intent. I therefore find the accused guilty as charged. ( yelling) However! However... this tribunal cannot ignore his actions assisting the Klingon people. Therefore, the sentence of death is commuted. ( angry yelling) Silence! Jonathan Archer, you are condemned to the dilithium mines on the penal colony of Rura Penthe for the remainder of your life. ( pounds gavel) Remove the prisoner. I protest. I wouldn't protest too loudly, Prosecutor. You've won your case. And I compliment the Magistrate on his just ruling. But the sentence for these crimes must be death. The sentence is death. You condemn this man to Rura Penthe. What is the life expectancy of a prisoner there? Six months? A year at the most? And you expect us to believe that this is an act of mercy. This court has shown you a great deal of patience, Advocate. Don't test my limits any further. I ask for no special treatment. Only that my client be judged fairly, as any Klingon would be judged. But it has been many years since anyone stood in this chamber and received justice. Watch your words. You insult the honor of this tribunal. Honor?! You acknowledge that Captain Archer acted with conviction and integrity. And how do you reward him? With this grand public display of compassion before sending him to his death in a frozen cave. Enough! Forgive me if I fail to see the honor in that. You are in contempt of this tribunal. Since you have such admiration for the prisoner, you will join him on Rura Penthe for a period of one year. ( pounds gavel) Remove them both. The Vulcan High Command will continue to lobby for the Captain's release. So what do we do? The Klingons have only allowed us to remain here during the trial. We're to leave immediately. And abandon the Captain? We don't have a choice. What's this Rura Penthe like? It's quite inhospitable. They're going to have to get there. T' We're deep inside Klingon territory. A rescue attempt is out of the question. I'm willing to risk it. The Captain isn't. He made it clear he didn't want us to endanger the crew on his behalf. So you're saying we just forget about him? I'm saying a rescue isn't an option. But there are diplomatic channels. We tried diplomatic channels. Not all of them. I've dealt with several Klingon bureaucrats in the past. Some of them can be persuaded. Mr. Mayweather... take us out of orbit. ( wind whistling) You, get back to work! ( grunting) ( labored eathing) You all right? ( eathlessly): Perhaps I... spent too much time in the law li ary and not enough in the battlefield. Not all Klingons are warriors. Remember? ( screams) Our ships run on dilithium, not talk. ( groans) Leave him alone. Get back to work. ( groans) ( yells in pain) ( growls) ( yells) ( groans) Any more trouble from you and you'll spend the night on the surface. ( groans loudly) You're a fool. You're welcome. Haven't you learned your lesson? This is why you were sent here in the first place... For interfering in affairs that have nothing to do with you. We have a saying on You don't kick a man when he's down. So... are all humans like this? Like what? Fair? Stupid. ( laughing) ( coughing) It's in our nature. ( laughing) Stand up. We have work to do. Unless you want to sleep on the surface. ( hatch opening) Follow me, this way. New arrivals. Prosecutor Orak has been busy. Stay away from us. We have nothing you want. Captain! It's all right. He's from my ship. It's good to see you, sir. You, too. Lieutenant Reed, this is Kolos, my Advocate. ( grunts) Pleasure. How'd you get here? T'Pol knows a few Klingon officials from her days in the Ministry of Security. One of them put us in touch with a corrections officer who was willing to look the other way for the right price. I came on one of the dilithium barges. We ibed the Captain to ing us here and take us back to Enterprise. Is there room for one more? I imagine so. But we have to hurry. Come on. I can't go with you. Why not? I've been an Advocate for 50 years. And I spent the last 20 of them standing in that tribunal, playing my part, holding my tongue, and all the while, honorable men were being sent to places like this without the benefit of a defense. And then I was assigned your case. You told me that on your world, a few courageous people made a difference. I'm not sure I have the courage, but I know I'll never be able to restore honor to my people living as a fugitive. You realize what that means. You said most prisoners here don't survive a year. Most prisoners here have very little to live for. Captain? Go. Go! Thank you.
Bridge to Mayweather. Mayweather. The Captain wants you to report to the Bridge. Admiral Forrest called a few minutes ago. We're reversing course. I'm on my way. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. T' The planet's orbit has shifted, taking it between two gas giants. Their gravitational pull is causing its core to superheat. Starfleet thinks it'll be covered with erupting volcanoes by the end of the week. This system's almost 30 light-years behind us. Admiral Forrest assures me it's only a temporary detour. Some geologic fireworks. Could be fun. Set a course. Aye, sir. ( door chimes) Come in. Do you have a minute, sir? Several, actually. Please. What's on your mind? I was wondering if I could make a personal request. Of course. My family's ship, the Horizon? We're going to be passing close to it. I wouldn't mind going by for a visit. It's about ten hours off our flight path. Enterprise can still get to the planet with time to spare. You could pick me up on the way back. I think we can manage without you for a few days. Thank you, sir. Your folks will be surprised to see you. My father's been ill for a few months. Nothing serious, I hope. My mother said he'll be fine. She's the ship's Medic. I thought you told me your mother was the Chief Engineer. She's both. I guess they have to wear a lot of hats to keep those old ships running. My grandfather held the record... Five jobs at one time, two of them on the Bridge. There was a time when I gave serious thought to serving on a cargo ship. You, sir? It was a few years before Starfleet was chartered. Why didn't you sign up? Long story. I'll tell you the next time we have eakfast. After we dock, I'll have Phlox go over with you, have him take a look at your father. I'd appreciate that, sir. You'll be glad to hear the thermal scanners are up and running. And the imaging relays? Yup. We'll drop six of them in high orbit. That should give us a bird's-eye view of every volcano on the planet. You know, there's not going to be a lot to do once we get there. Sensors will record everything automatically. You should have plenty of time to practice your harmonica. I've talked Chef into doing something special. Starting Tuesday, it's going to be movie night every night. Thought you might be interested, seeing how you enjoyed that Western. We're going to be showing the three greatest horror movies ever made. Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein and Son of Frankenstein. We might even throw in Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein. I have no interest in horror movies. How do you know if you've never seen one? You don't have to see all of them, just... come the first night. I promise you'll like it. Reanimated life-forms... Science run amok... They're right up your alley. Four years isn't so long. My last family reunion was almost a decade ago. Starfleet really ought to think about putting families on starships. You must be joking. No one would ever get homesick. Yes. Well, they'd better post a psychologist on board, because I'd need one if my parents were roaming the corridors. On a cargo ship, you can't walk ten meters without running into your baby-sitter or... a great-aunt. ( com beep) Bridge to Ensign Mayweather. Go ahead. We've gotten a response from the Horizon. It's your mother. Thanks, Hoshi. Put it through to my quarters. Captain's Personal Log, January 10, 2153. We're on course for our rendezvous with the Horizon. Unfortunately, I've just received word that Ensign Mayweather's family is facing an unexpected tragedy. Mind if I join you? Of course not. I haven't been up here since we launched. Come here a lot? Every now and then. Commander Tucker told me what happened. I'm sorry. My mother sent a message to Starfleet six weeks ago... but I never got it. The civilian channels can be... pretty slow. I should have called him. We were in com range a few months ago. I guess I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. He wasn't very happy with me when I joined Starfleet. He'd been grooming me for his job... since I was a kid. I'm sure... it wasn't easy for him when you left. But I know for a fact... that he was proud of you. With all respect, sir, I'm not so sure he was. Did he ever tell you about the letter he sent me? It was almost two and a half years ago. There were a few candidates I was looking at for Helm Officer. I was having a little trouble deciding, so I contacted their former COs hoping for a more personal evaluation. What did he say? He wrote the shortest recommendation. Just one sentence. He said... he'd never met a more natural stick and rudder man in his life and I'd be a fool if I didn't choose you. When I saw how you handled yourself at the helm... I knew he was right. I wish... he would have told me that. As I suspected. It's nothing more than a simple headache. I was hoping for something more serious. Oh? I've been coerced into watching tonight's movie. If you're looking for a medical excuse, I'm afraid you're out of luck. If it's any consolation, I'll be there as well. I agree this form of entertainment is rather crude, but it can often provide an enlightening glimpse into human behavior. Don't be surprised if you see me here again afterwards. I have little doubt my headache will return. Just a quick tour of the Engine Room, that's all I'm asking. The Horizon's 50 years old. I'm sure you've seen far more impressive warp reactors. Zefram Cochrane designed that engine himself. I've heard rumors that he personally signed the inside of each reactor casing. Oh, uh... almost forgot. What's this? A few family photos. I downloaded every picture I've taken since we left Spacedock. Thought your mom might like to see what her boy's been up to. Thank you, sir. You bet. I wouldn't call it a dangerous mission. We've gotten into a few skirmishes, but nothing we couldn't handle. I got a letter from your sister. She said you mentioned a close call with some kind of storm. We ran into a small wave front a few months ago. The crew had to squeeze into one of the nacelles for a couple of days. She probably made it sound worse than it was. She also mentioned something about alien soldiers forcing their way aboard. It was really just a misunderstanding. They thought Enterprise had been abandoned. Captain Archer convinced them to leave. I guess there's no point in asking you about the Romulan minefield. How'd you know about that? I've been serving on cargo ships for a long time. I've made a few contacts here and there. Stand by to go to warp. Charlie must be at the helm. What makes you say that? His warp jumps were always a little rough. ( laughs) Where are we headed? Deneva Station. Just a quick run to pick up supplies. We'll have you back in plenty of time. Watch your step, ma'am. Travis? Hey! Haven't seen you for a while. Did you lock yourself in a cargo container again? Do you always have to ing that up? It's good to see you. If you're not busy tonight, stop by the Mess. I will. Did you forget your way? Guest quarters are over here. You're not assigned to guest quarters. I thought my room had been reassigned. It was, but they didn't mind giving it up for a few days. We don't get VIPs very often. I found some of your old things. Thought you might feel more at home. I can't believe you kept this. You stayed up all night for a month, mapping every system you planned to visit when you grew up. I've still got a ways to go. I'm glad you're home. Me, too. We're going to get through this, Mom. ( sighs) Those plasma injectors aren't going to align themselves. I should go. Oh, after you've settled in, come by the Engine Room. Some people want to say hello. Transfer these canisters over to Module 4. Mm-hmm. Are you sure you're old enough to drive that thing? An Ensign ought to salute before addressing a Captain. Acting Captain. Don't let it go to your head. I'll catch up with you in a few minutes. The jacket looks good on you. Thanks. Didn't think I'd be wearing it this soon. Business must be good. I've never seen this module so full. The biggest problem these days is keeping track of everything. Dad kept a lot of the inventory in his head. I'm trying to reconstruct the database. We still can't find the stromatopod larvae we're supposed to be delivering to the Demerians. I only hope it didn't end up in cold storage. If you need me to help out with anything... Thanks... but we can handle it. You're on leave. I'm not going to put you to work. See you at dinner? Travis. You might want to change into something a little less conspicuous. I've deployed the imaging relays. How long until the show begins? Approximately 30 hours. The holometric camera still needs to be cali ated. I can help with that. Get started. I'd like to share our pictures with Starfleet. Give Admiral Forrest a front-row seat. Echo llI's within range. It shouldn't be too hard to set up a downlink. So, you coming tonight? If these sensors are cali ated by then. Well, you better make up your mind. Seats are gonna fill up fast. According to the database, Frankenstein is also a work of literature. Mary Shelley wrote it; the wife of a famous poet. Perhaps a dramatic reading would be more illuminating. You expect a Mess Hall full of crewmen to sit still while someone reads to them? They'd be more likely to appreciate the author's true intent. You want to start a book club, go right ahead. You're gonna be there tonight, aren't you, sir? Wouldn't miss it. Well, I'll save you some popcorn. Might be a good idea for you to go, too. It might be fun, and a little fraternizing couldn't hurt. I don't understand how sitting silently in a darkened room constitutes fraternizing. It's a... communal experience. Tell you what. Let's make a night of it... Dinner in the Captain's Mess, 1800, movie at 1930. You'll be my date. I beg your pardon? I'll be a perfect gentleman. And if you don't like the movie, I'll never ask you to sit through another one. All right... try it now. ( console beeps) Mm-hmm. I've increased the range of the navigation sensors. The helm will make course corrections a lot quicker. What's wrong? I'm just working on a few upgrades. I don't remember asking for any upgrades. You were busy. I didn't want to bother you. You're going to love this. You know those port stabilizers that were always acting up? Before I left, I spoke with Commander Tucker. Commander Tucker? Our Chief Engineer on Enterprise. He showed me how to reconfigure the spatial discriminators. They shouldn't give you any more trouble. What's going to happen if these improvements of yours go off-line? You'll be back on your Starfleet ship, out of com range. Who's going to fix it? I'd prefer it if you didn't modify any more systems without discussing it with me. Whatever you say, sir. Maybe you can stop by Engineering... build us a warp 5 engine. ( door buzzes) Come in. I heard we had a visitor. Word travels fast. ( laughing) I still can't believe he's gone. I'm so sorry, Travis. Thanks. Aren't you a little old for this? I don't know. I thought it might be fun to regress for a while. What do you say we turn off the grav plating and jump on the bed? And get grounded again? That wouldn't look too good on your Starfleet record. ( both laugh) How's Enterprise? Keeps us busy. We've gone a 150 light-years. Seen 22 inhabited worlds. In 18 months? You can't believe what's out there. Columbus, Magellan, Travis Mayweather. ( laughing) How long are you home for? Just a few days. Any chance of getting an extended leave? I'm afraid not. I doubt Magellan got much time off, either. What's wrong? I don't mean to spoil your visit, but... things haven't exactly been running like clockwork since your father died. What do you mean? We missed a rendezvous with an Orion freighter two weeks ago. The Cargo Authority wasn't too pleased. We're also low on deuterium. We've had to dip into the reserves twice this month. Morale's been better, Travis. Horizon's lost its Captain, and some of the crew are starting to wonder if Paul's ready for the job. You might have noticed he's been a little on edge. He's always on edge. More than usual. My mother hasn't mentioned any of this. I guess she didn't want to worry you. He's only been in command a few weeks. Give him a chance. He'll grow into it. I hope you're right. I'm sure this is the last thing you wanted to hear right now. I thought you should know. Thanks. Charlie at the helm? Just a little spatial turbulence. You've gotten spoiled on Enterprise. That's no turbulence. Hull fracture in Module 3. We're venting atmosphere. Seal it off. Try hailing them again. They're still not responding. What's going on? We're under attack. By who? I don't know. Should I arm the plasma turrets? No. Transfer reserve power to the hull plating. We need to get out of their weapons range. Go to maximum warp. You're hauling 30,000 metric tons. You're not going to be able to outrun them. You heard me. Yes, sir. Warp 1.6... 1.7... Warp 1.8... They're still closing. A little more... 1.85... They're moving off. Reduce speed to 1.5. They attached something to the hull. Show me. It's emitting a subspace signal. Could be some kind of beacon. Call Engineering. Tell them to get someone out there to pry it off. I wouldn't recommend that. This is a dicobalt signature... a high-yield explosive. If anyone gets too close, it might decide to go off. The Constellation sent us this. This ship attacked them eight weeks ago and it planted a beacon on their hull. A day later, this cruiser showed up and demanded their cargo. The Constellation tried to drive them off, but the aliens got aboard and killed three of their crew. Then they took the entire shipment. What kind of weapons does the Constellation have? Two plasma turrets... same as us. There has to be a way to remove that beacon. I wouldn't risk it. If it detonates, you could lose the nacelle. If we jettison a few tons of that ore, can we increase to warp 2? I don't see why not. That should allow us to reach Deneva Station ahead of schedule. It's well-armed, we should be safe there. What happens if they come back before we arrive? There's no other choice. We can't shoot our way out of this. I've seen this kind of engine configuration before. It's not that different from a Mazarite ship. Mazarite? We had some trouble with them. We managed to knock out their engines with our phase cannons. We don't have phase cannons. I can tie the plasma turrets directly into the impulse engines. Lieutenant Reed did that and it increased our yield by 80 percent. I'm not going to risk all of our lives by getting into a fight we can't win. If they reach us before we make it to Deneva, we'll give them what they want. If there's one thing I've learned from Captain Archer, it's that you don't give in to people like this. You're only going to encourage more attacks, not just against you, but other cargo ships. I appreciate the advice, but this isn't your problem. You're not part of this crew anymore. Jettison that ore and increase our speed. Even your father had to make compromises. The safest thing to do is give them what they want. Cargo can be replaced. Fool, if this storm develops as I hope, you will have plenty to be afraid of before the night's over. Go on, fix the electrodes. This storm will be magnificent. All the electrical secrets of heaven. This time we're ready. Eh, Fritz? Ready. ( thunder rumbling) What are you doing? Reviewing this morning's sensor data. I thought you were going to give this a chance. Just a few stitches. Look, here's the final touch. A ain you stole, Fritz. Think of it, the ain of a dead man. This Dr. Frankenstein, his technique is not dissimilar to a practice on B'Saari ll. They successfully used an isolytic current to reanimate the bodies of the recently deceased. ( flat): Really. Mm-hmm. Of course, the revived individuals weren't capable of more than basic cellular metabolism. However, the B'Saari have developed a procedure that shows promise in repairing the synaptic... We can stop the film if it's disturbing your conversation. ( electricity crackling) ( thunder rumbling) In 15 minutes, the storm should be at its height. Then we'll be ready. ( knocking) What's that noise? ( knocking) Captain? Looks like someone's rerouting the impulse relays. Where? Module 5. You have the Bridge. I thought I made myself clear. If those aliens come back, you'll thank me. I told you, I'm not going to take this ship into battle. You may not have a choice. I didn't ask for your opinion, and I didn't approve your modifications. Stop what you're doing. Paul... You heard me. I didn't mean to undermine your authority. Really? But you're being unreasonable. I just want us to be prepared. Us? You keep talking as if you're a part of this crew. It's still my home. You turned your back on us a long time ago. Is that what this is about, me leaving? If you want to be an effective Captain, you've got to set your personal feelings aside, listen to what other people have to say. More words of wisdom from Starfleet? No, your father. He said that to me a long time ago. If he was here now, he'd tell you the same thing. You quoting Dad? You never listened to him. If you had, you wouldn't have abandoned your family. You barely spoke to him for the last four years. You weren't even here when he died. That isn't fair. You knew he was sick. But you didn't really care. You only decided to stop by because it was convenient for you. Hostile aliens aren't our problem, it's Starfleet and people like you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find new crewmen? No one wants to run freight anymore. They all want to be explorers, cruising around on state-of-the-art ships with their personal chefs. You want to stand around feeling sorry for yourself, go ahead. I've got better things to do. Take those upgrades off-line. I'll confine you to quarters if I have to. I'm just trying to help you, Paul. In case you haven't noticed, you could use a little help right now. I don't want your help. You want to take them off-line? Do it yourself. I understand you made a few modifications to the impulse relays. Next time, you might want to check with me. I am the Chief Engineer. I knew how Paul would react and I didn't want to drag you into it. ( chuckles): I've played referee between you and your other for a long time. Never thought I'd actually miss these. Nutri-paks? Not just any nutri-pak... Strawberry shortcake. The first time I tasted real shortcake was in San Francisco. It just wasn't the same. ( chuckles) I think they've ruined your taste buds. I wouldn't mind eating like this again. I'm thinking about asking for an extended leave. I'm sure Captain Archer would approve, considering. How long would you stay? As long as I'm needed. But you're needed on your ship. I'm not the only Helm Officer. Even if your Captain agrees, it could be a long time before Enterprise is back this way again. There's a lot for me to do here. I can help upgrade the guidance and warp systems. With a little luck, we could make Horizon the fastest J-Class in the fleet. You're going to give up your career, move back home and take orders from your other? My career's the last thing on my mind right now. Congratulations. Now you know what it's like to be a parent. I could spend every waking minute worrying about you two. But I'd never get any work done. He's not ready, Mom. You should've seen your father when he took over. He was a year younger than Paul is now. He was an engineer. He didn't know the first thing about running a Bridge. We fell so far behind schedule, he almost lost his ECA license. He wanted to quit, I wouldn't let him. Your other just needs some time. You don't think I should stay? Didn't we have this conversation? It was right here in this room, four years ago, when you first thought about joining Starfleet. A lot has changed in four years, Mom. That's true, and a lot more's going to change. Will we be talking about this again in another four years? You're the Helmsman of the first warp 5 starship. I'm proud of you. Everyone here is. Even Paul, though he won't admit it. If you'll indulge a little motherly advice... Don't let your guilt over leaving guide your decision. I'll try to keep that in mind. Good night. Night. I find it hard to believe that no one on Vulcan's ever heard of a horror movie. There is something similar... a discipline known as tarul-etek. It uses disturbing imagery to provoke an emotional response. They try and scare you... to see how well you suppress your emotions. I don't understand why humans would feel compelled to frighten themselves. Gets the heart pumping. Cardiovascular activity would be more efficient. You never did give us your opinion of the movie. There were many medical inaccuracies. What did you think of the story? I thought the protagonist was interesting. Dr. Frankenstein? No, his creation. From my perspective, this was the story of an individual persecuted by humans because he was different. That's one way of looking at it. In many ways, the film seemed quite prophetic. The reaction of the villagers, for example. It was similar to the reception Vulcans received after landing on Earth. What... Uh, I don't recall anyone greeting the Vulcan Ambassador with torches and pitchforks. Nevertheless, many humans reacted with fear and anger. They didn't know what to expect. I'm going to recommend that Ambassador Soval watch the film. You're kidding. I believe it would help Vulcans who've recently arrived on Earth. Maybe inviting her to movie night wasn't such a great idea. On the contrary. I'm looking forward to Bride of Frankenstein. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. You might want to look out the window, sir. Thermal shear... some of those eruptions are getting close to Enterprise. Take us up another 5,000 kilometers. Aye, sir. Captain... I'm reading bio-signs on the planet. To quote Dr. Frankenstein, It's alive. I thought it was uninhabited. T' It appears that several microbial species which live underground are being unearthed by the volcanic activity. See what you can learn about them. Full power to the hull plating. ( console beeping) We're being hailed. This is Captain Mayweather of the ECS Horizon. Prepare to surrender your vessel and evacuate the crew. I'll give you our cargo, but not our ship. You won't be harmed if you cooperate. Drop out of warp. We're dozens of light-years from our homeworld. There has to be some compromise we can... ( console beeping) They're charging weapons. Bring the weapon upgrades on line. Still think you can disable their engines? If I can get a clear shot. But I can't do that as long as they're behind us. ( alarm blaring) They've hit Module 5. It's going to be tough to maneuver with 30 kilotons of cargo. We've got to cut it loose. Engineering, stand by to release the primary clamps. You do remember how to fly this ship. I'm sure it'll come back to me. Take us out of warp. Release the clamps. They're closing. 40 meters... Thirty... Just a few more clamps... Ten meters... Starboard plating's down. Travis! Hull plating's gone. I'm coming around again. Their weapons are going down. Keep our turrets locked on them. Open a channel. This is Captain Mayweather. I'd think twice before attacking any of our ships again. Redock with the cargo section. Then get us out of here. Aye, Captain. ( door buzzes) Come in. All packed? Wouldn't want to wear out my welcome. I got a message from Enterprise. They're running ahead of schedule. We'll be docking in about 20 minutes. If you like, I'll speak with Lieutenant Reed. I'm sure he can help you remove that alien beacon. Thanks. So, did you ever make it to Trelkis llI? What? Trelkis llI... the planet with the multicentric rings. You used to talk about it when we were growing up. We haven't traveled quite that far. Well, when you do... how about sending me a subspace postcard? You can count on it. Well, I'd better get back to the Bridge. See you in another four years? Maybe sooner. I'd like that. Welcome back. Thank you, sir. How's your family? They're okay. We spotted some damage on their port cargo modules. Probably an old meteorite impact. You sure everything's all right? Never better, sir.
Feeding time? When isn't it? ( groans softly) What is that? It won't bite. It's called a tribble. It was extremely difficult to acquire. They're outlawed on most worlds. Why? Is it dangerous? Oh, far from it. All it's capable of doing, really, is eating and eeding. The problem is they eed quite prodigiously. ( squealing) The only thing that keeps their population in check is the abundance of reptiles on their homeworld. Are you feeling all right, Ensign? I just came by to give you this transmission. It's from the Denobulan Science Academy. Marked urgent. Thank you. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. These caverns go on for 50 kilometers. They've mapped 50 kilometers. No one knows exactly how far they extend. What were these scientists of yours doing down there? Oh, this cave system is known for its mineral formations. The speleothems are supposed to be particularly unusual. They've been underground for six months. The Denobulan Science Academy lost contact with them three weeks ago. The planet's called Xantoras. The government's been politically unstable for several years. In the last few weeks, a militant faction has taken control. They're demanding that all off-worlders leave. Anyone who fails to comply could face imprisonment or possibly worse. Then why don't the Denobulans evacuate their own scientists? They can't get here in time. Enterprise is less than a day away. We've been asked to pick them up. First we have to find them. You've had some caving experience. There are some pretty steep inclines here, but I think I can handle it. What about you and Malcolm? Don't worry, Captain. I'm sure Travis is an excellent teacher. Get some gear together. Aye, sir. I realize this was... an unusual request, Captain. I want to thank you. Happy to help, Doctor. Pitons? All here. Ration packs? A week's worth. Flex-cable? Mmm, 500 meters. Waste disposal units? What are these for? We take out everything we ing in. I just spoke to the Xantoras regional governor. He's issued a general order. You have to get them out of there in three days. That's not much time. The military's preparing search patrols to arrest any stray off-worlders when the deadline arrives. If you haven't found them in a day and a half, I want you to turn around and head back. No arguments here. What's the problem? One of the transports leaving the planet just declared an emergency. Their reactor casing's ruptured. The Captain's asking the Xantorans for permission to go back down. Can you put it on speaker? Several compartments have flooded with radiation. I have injured passengers and crew. XANTORAN Your request has been denied. Leave orbit immediately. Our situation is critical! We're tracking your vessel. If you attempt to land, we will commen... Where are they? In a low orbit. 600 kilometers below us. Set a course. Open a channel. I want to speak to their Captain. There could be internal bleeding. Run a hemostatic scan. Treat these with dermalin gel and give him two cc's of inaprovaline for the pain. You're going to be fine. He was working near the reactor when it ruptured. Doctor? Get him into the imaging chamber. ( scanner whirring) What have you got? Nothing but three humans. One of which is not entirely convinced we're going in the right direction. Ah, make that two. This is the nearest entrance to their campsite. I'd be willing to bet they came this way. Watch your footing. There's a lot of loose rock. The last cave I was in had handrails... and a gift shop and a snack bar. There's an opening. Over here. Still willing to bet they came this way? Yes, sir. Isn't there a beginners cliff we can start on? Don't worry, I'll go first. How's it going? These two are doing well. His injuries were more extensive. His body absorbed a heavy dose of radiation. I've stabilized him for now, but he's going to need intracellular regeneration. What are his chances? It's a complex procedure, but I'd say the odds are in his favor. Where am I? You're on my ship, Enterprise. I'm Captain Archer. What happened? There was an accident on your transport. What's he doing here? He's our doctor. Keep him away from me. You need his help. I'd rather die than be treated by him. Our two species have a complicated history. We've gone to war with the Antarans on several occasions. Recently? On the contrary. It's been 300 years since our last conflict. And there's still bad blood between you? They've been particularly bitter disputes. If you explain to him that he won't survive without your help, maybe he'd set the past aside for a few hours. I seriously doubt it. He insisted I leave the room. I don't think you realize how much bad blood there is. You could always sedate him and perform the treatment. I have to respect his wishes. Even if he wishes to die? The will of the patient is the cornerstone of Denobulan medical ethics. Don't you believe if you can help someone, you're ethically bound to do so? Hippocrates wasn't Denobulan. This is an Earth ship, Doctor. I won't let that man die in my Sick Bay if it can be prevented. Without his consent, there is nothing I can do. I'm giving you an order. I'm sorry, Captain... but I'm afraid I can't follow it. ( sighs) Watch your footing, sir. Thanks. Travis! Stay calm. ( grunting) Commander, are you all right? Just testing the rope. Why don't you take a eak? I'll see what's below. ( sighs) Hey... what's that? I think it's Denobulan. I've seen characters like these in Phlox's medical books. You don't suppose Denobulans carry out everything they ing in? Rock samples. Looks like we're on the right track. How are you feeling? I'd like to return to my ship. Your ship was damaged by the reactor leak. It'll be a few days before you can go back aboard. You were exposed to high levels of radiation. You need treatment. I prefer to be treated by another physician. If you don't let Phlox operate, you won't survive more than two days. I understand there's a troubled history between your peoples, but I can assure you Phlox is an excellent doctor. Our history is much more than troubled. Did your doctor tell you that their battle tactics resulted in 20 million Antaran casualties? He wasn't that specific. I imagine not. They've been very successful at putting it behind them. ( sighs) Do you... want to become a casualty of a war that ended 300 years ago? Phlox has been my Chief Medical Officer for nearly two years. I've never questioned his skill or his integrity. It's quite possible he's a proficient surgeon, but I don't intend to find out. You'd rather die? I'm the first Antaran to even see a Denobulan in six generations. If you spent some time with him... it might change your perception of them. A few hours in our historical archives might change yours. I prefer to make my judgments based on firsthand experience. I respect your history and the sacrifice your people made. But I can tell you that the Denobulans you're describing are not the people I've met. Don't sacrifice your life based on preconceptions. Why haven't you ever mentioned this? It wasn't our proudest moment, but we've done our best to put it behind us. Do you know you're the first Denobulan he's ever met? And he is the first Antaran I've ever met. Doesn't that seem odd to you? That in 300 years, neither side has tried to reconcile. Maybe you put it behind you too quickly. As I said before, the situation is complicated. From childhood, every Antaran is taught that Denobulans are enemies to be feared, reviled. This is your chance to prove them wrong. I doubt I could. Set aside your preconceptions. I made some headway with him, but I won't be the one holding the scalpel. Show him that he can trust you. Do you believe I can earn his trust in less than 36 hours? All I'm asking is that you try. Your ethics might keep you from treating him against his will, but nothing's stopping you from talking to him. You're a doctor. He's your patient. Find a way to help him. Toss a coin? ( scanner whirring) They went that way. How can you tell? Well, look at those. If I was a geologist, that's the way I'd go. Stay close to the wall. I don't have much choice. It's getting steeper. Let me lock off. Check your safety, Commander. ( yells) ( grunting) ( screaming) ( groaning) ( yelling) ( yelling) ( screams) ( groaning) ( moaning) ( panting) I can't reach it! ( grunting) Almost. ( pants): I can't hold this much longer. Stand by. We'll try again. Let's swing together. You ready? On three. One... ( groans) two... three! The rope's slipping! ( groans) ( panting) We're all right! ( pants) ( scanner whirring) ( Mayweather panting) Is it oken? Yeah. You tore a couple of ligaments, too. ( sighs) We need to keep moving. Just give me something for the pain. Sorry, Travis. You're not going anywhere. I can make it, sir. We're already behind schedule, Ensign. We can't have you slowing us down. Thanks for getting us this far. You'll be all right. Respectfully, sir, it's not me that I'm worried about. ( chuckles) Give me some light on this, Malcolm. What are you doing? Checking your bio-signs. Nothing else. Very diligent. What a dedicated healer you must be. You're a long way from home. What ought you here? Practicing your bedside manner? I enjoy a good challenge. You haven't answered my question. I'm a teacher of xenomythology. I study the legends of alien species. Well, I imagine the diverse population on this planet made it ideal for your research. Enterprise is here to pick up three Denobulan scientists. They also found this world uniquely suited to their fieldwork. How delightful that we have so much in common. Why do you want to save my life? I'm a doctor. Do you believe that saving one Antaran will assuage your guilt for killing millions? I haven't killed anyone. Now you finally have your chance. I assure you, the regeneration procedure is quite safe. If you'll allow me to proceed... You must know a great deal about our anatomy... after what your doctors did to us. Tell me, were you raised listening to stories about my people, the evil Antarans? Did they give you nightmares? I could ask you the same question about my people. Do you have children, Doctor? Why? Did you tell those stories to them? Did you teach them to hate Antarans just like you were taught? My children have nothing to do with this. Don't they? If they were here right now, what would they think about their father talking to an Antaran? Enough. Would you even let them in the same room with me? I have tried to treat you with respect, but I refuse to listen to these insults. You're the reason we haven't been able to put the past behind us. You have kept this hatred alive. No Denobulan would want to be in the same room with you. May I join you? Actually, I'm not in the mood for company, Subcommander. Wait, I'm sorry. Sit down. If you wish to be alone... Sit. Please. Please. How are the repairs to the transport coming? Slowly. The damage was extensive. How is your patient? Dying. But that seems to be his wish. That's unfortunate. I've had patients refuse treatment before, but usually in the final stages of an illness. But this man seems determined to die just to prove a point. It's painful to admit, but I understand why. When I was quite young, I wanted to take a trip to an arboreal planet near our system. It was a park of sorts with a great variety of exotic animal life. Some friends and I had planned the journey for months, but the week before I was supposed to leave one of my grandmothers took me aside and told me I couldn't go. Why not? She said the planet was tainted. Antarans had lived there once. Even though they'd been gone for years, she believed the place had been spoiled by their presence. Did you go? No. But when I had children of my own, I took them there. I was determined not to raise them as I was raised. Your children were fortunate to have a father who taught them to em ace other cultures. I certainly tried. Are you all right? Thanks for your company. Good night. Can you see anything? ( grunts) More of the same. Are you sure this is the way they came? I didn't see any other passage. We'll give it another half hour, then we're turning back. ( scanner beeping) Three bio-signs. Denobulan. How far? About 50 meters. Who are you? Commander Tucker of the Starship Enterprise. This is Lieutenant Reed. I hope you won't think I'm rude, but there are many other caverns here to explore. We're not geologists. The Denobulan Science Academy asked us to find you. Why? The Xantorans, they've given all the off-worlders three days to leave and that was two days ago. Then you'd better hurry. You don't understand. We've been ordered to take you out of here. We've got a lot of hard climbing ahead of us, so you'd better decide how much of this gear you can do without. We're sorry you came all this way, but we're not leaving. We're not leaving without you. You've warned us about the situation, Commander. You've accomplished your mission. Not quite. Your Science Academy will hold us responsible if we come back alone. If the Academy knew the progress we were making, they'd never have sent you. You don't get it. When the Xantorans get their hands on you, they'll throw you in prison. They may even execute you. All the more reason for us to stay down here where we're safe. You can't stay here forever. I doubt we'll need to. The government changes hands so often, everything will probably be cleared up by the time we're finished. I realize your work is important, but you can't risk your lives for these rocks. Rocks? This is the most remarkable collection of speleothems we've ever seen. There's calcite, aragonite, botyroidal flowstone. I've spent 14 years searching for tractosites this perfect. These samples could provide clues to prevent seismic disasters on Denobula. How much longer do you need? Two weeks, maybe three. Three weeks? I've spent the last two days falling down cliffs and getting stuck in lava tubes all just to find you. Now, I've got an injured man waiting for us. And we have just enough time to get out of here before we end up in front of a Xantoras firing squad. My orders are to ing you back, and I promise you, that's what I'm going to do. You can't force us to leave. Want to bet? We didn't risk our lives just to hear you say, Thanks, but no thanks. So pack up whatever you need because I swear, I'll tie you up and drag you out by your ankles if that's how you want it. We have a lot of samples. We'll need your help. Fine. I'd prefer to spend my last few days alone. That's your decision, but, if my knowledge of Antaran life spans is correct, your last days won't come for about 60 years. What are you talking about? Once the intracellular regeneration is complete, you should be able to... I refused your treatment. I need to take you off the pain medication before I begin the procedure. Get away from me. I was told your principles prevented you from treating me against my will. Or don't your ethics apply to Antarans? I did have nightmares. What? You asked me if I had heard stories as a child about the Antarans. My grandmother lived through the last war. I would lay in my bed at night thinking about her stories, terrified that one of those evil Antarans would climb through my window. I hope your confession makes you feel better, Doctor, but it doesn't change a thing. You also asked me if I have children. I have five. And no, I never told them my grandmother's stories. When they asked me about the Antarans, I told them the truth, as best as I knew it. I told them about our military campaigns against your people. About how we had demonized you, turned you into a faceless enemy. I wanted them to learn to judge people for what they really are, not what the propaganda tells them. How would you know who we really are? I don't. But I am proud to say that my children would consider my grandmother's attitude archaic. All of them but one. We have grown more open-minded since the last war, but there are still Denobulans who fear Antarans, even hate them. My youngest son, Mettus, was seduced by those people. I did my best to convince him he was mistaken. I told him I wouldn't tolerate the values he was em acing. It created a rift between us. Maybe I didn't do enough to reach him. The last time we spoke was nearly ten years ago. You wanted to know what my children would think if they were here now. I can tell you what Mettus would think. He would be happy to have me grant your request and let you die. But that is not the example I tried to set for my children. Why not live? Set an example for yours. ( sighs) What's wrong? Nothing. Then keep moving. What's the problem?! I don't know. Come on, let's go. I just need a moment. We don't have a moment. What are you doing up there? Are those rock samples? We can't carry any more. It took us six weeks to extract these from the rock bed. If you don't start moving in the next five seconds, I'm going to take my phase-pistol and shoot you in the ass. These are priceless! One, two... ( rumbling) Go! ( gasps) ( rumbling) Could be some kind of seismic activity. Feels like weapons fire to me. Pretty high yield by the sound of it. We've still got two hours until the deadline. You better get your climbing gear on. We don't have any... climbing gear. You mean to tell us that you climbed down that rock face without any ropes, any safety equipment at all? Exactly. Well, in that case, after you. ( loud rumbling) Get against the wall! ( coughing) Everyone all right? I'm fine. Yes. Let's keep moving before we get trapped down here. Captain. Is that the Governor? He says his time is precious. So is mine. Captain Archer, I thought I made myself clear. You did. Which makes me wonder why you're attacking my people. What do you mean? One of your patrols has opened fire in the vicinity of the caves. Your general order doesn't go into effect for another hour and a half. I assure you, they're not targeting your crewmen or the Denobulans. Then who are they shooting at? Soldiers from the previous regime. They refuse to accept the shift in power. That's not my concern. You're endangering my people. You've got to wait until they're in the clear. I'm afraid that's impossible. It's what we agreed to. We agreed to give you three days, nothing more. Target the patrol that's firing at those caves. If you attack us, we'll retaliate. We're locked on to the coordinates. Charge weapons. Do you really want to be at war with us, Captain? The question is: Do you want to be at war with us? Sounds like you've got your hands full already. Stick to our original agreement and you won't find yourself fighting on two fronts. ( distant booms and rumbles) Commander, the bombing seems to have stopped. We need to get out of here before it starts up again. You wanted to see me? What you said... about your son... You seem sincere in your desire to set an example for your children. I wish more Denobulans felt that way. Many do. Perhaps if you met more of us... That seems unlikely. Is that all you wanted to say to me? You made me think about my own family. I have children as well. I've decided to accept your treatment. My speleothems! Forget about them. Fortunately, I have some other samples in my case. Try them again. Enterprise to Commander Tucker. Please respond. Prep Shuttlepod 1. Have a security team meet me in the Launch Bay. The Xantorans have mobilized their military patrols. They'll detect a shuttle launch. Noted. ( over com): Tucker to Enterprise. You're cutting it pretty close, Trip. The deadline passed two hours ago. Better late than never. ARCHER ( over com): The Denobulans? All aboard. Along with some very rare speleothems. Captain, there's a small craft closing on the shuttlepod. It's a patrol ship. You've got company, Trip. I see them. Bearing 184 mark 27. Minimal damage. They're using low-power particle beams. Do you need assistance? Stand by. I think they're just trying to give us a little kick in the pants. How is he? He'll be a bit groggy when he comes out of the anesthesia. But the procedure was successful. I'm glad you didn't defy my orders. I wasn't looking forward to throwing you in irons. Neither was I. How did you convince him? You must be familiar with the principle of doctor/patient confidentiality. Of course, you could always order me to tell you. Dr. Phlox wanted to see you off, but he's busy treating one of my crewmen who was injured on the surface. That's all right, Captain. The Doctor and I spent more than enough time together. It's too bad your research on Xantoras was cut short. The time I spent on your ship was an education in itself. Thank you for your help. You do know we came here to rescue three Denobulan geologists? Phlox told me. I understand they'll be heading home on your transport. I hope that won't be a problem. Have they been informed that I'll be traveling with them? I had a talk with them. And what was their response? They're willing... if you are. Computer, begin recording. Dear Mettus, I know it's been some time since I've written, and I know chances are slim that you'll respond to this letter. However, something has happened that compels me to try to reach you again. I've had an experience that has opened many old wounds. As painful as it's been, it's also changed something in me. I hope, if you're willing to listen, it might begin to change something in you.
It's losing mass at an extraordinary rate. How long before it goes supernova? A hundred years, maybe two. Too bad we won't be around. It's going to be one hell of an explosion. Speak for yourself. I might very well be around. Can't forget Vulcan longevity, Captain. A hundred years from now? How old would that make you? No Earth ship has ever been within ten light-years of a hypergiant. ( sighs) How much farther can we move in? Our hull temperature is approaching 1,100 degrees. It would be unsafe to get any closer. Then we'll have to run our scans from here. Tell Astrometrics to get going. I'm sure they're champing at the bit. ( console beeping) We may not be able to get any closer, but someone else has. You found a ship? Bearing 261 mark 4. They must be at least 20,000 kilometers farther in than we are. Let's see her. Recognize it? No. Hail them. The interference is pretty heavy, sir. Then try audio. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. I assume you've detected us. Captain Drennik. Where have you traveled from? The Sol system. And you? We come from a system called Vissia, more than 25 light-years from here. We saw you arrive yesterday. I assume you're here to study the hypergiant. My species has never seen one up close. It is quite a sight. Have you measured its rate of nucleosynthesis? I'm afraid we haven't developed the technology to do that. If you don't mind eliminating the development stage, I'd be more than happy to help you modify your sensors. Thank you. I'm not sure we have anything to offer you in return. You could invite us to visit your ship. Meeting new species is one of our primary goals. It's one of ours as well. We'd be honored to have you join us for dinner. We'll be there within the hour. I look forward to it. It'll be nice to have a first contact where no one's thinking about charging weapons. Hmm. Tell Chef we're going to have some visitors. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Trinesium can withstand temperatures up to 18,000 degrees. We've been using it to construct our hulls for over a century. You must be able to get down into the photosphere of most G-type stars. We can get even deeper with our stratopod. It's got twice the shielding. Flying into stars is a long way off for us. Your technology will evolve. What's important is that you're explorers. We have gone farther than any other humans. You might enjoy going even farther. I'm taking the stratopod into the hydrogen layer tomorrow. I'd be pleased to have you join me. I am an explorer. This is called vanilla and this is chocolate. Give it a try. Oh, no. Wait. You've got to eat the cherry first. This. Why? Well... you just do. A human tradition? Exactly. Aren't you going to introduce me? This is Malcolm Reed, our Armory Officer. This is Traistana, a xenobiologist, and Veylo is a tactical officer. Very pleased to meet you. Why don't you sit down? The Captain did ask us to mingle. Indeed. I was just speaking with their Chief Engineer and his wife. Maybe you should say hello. See you later. I'm told you're the Chief Engineer. Commander Tucker. Lieutenant Reed pointed you out. Please, sit down. Thank you. This is my wife, Calla. I'm glad you invited us here. Are you enjoying your food? Oh, very much. I hope you get the chance to sample our food. It's more fragrant than yours. I look forward to it. I'd also like to get a peek at your Engine Room. By all means. Trip Tucker. Welcome aboard. Hello. It has no name. It's our cogenitor. Cogenitor? We're hoping to have a baby. Ah. Our warp core emits omicron radiation. I recommend you speak with your doctor about an inoculation. Sure thing. This should do it. So... you've heard of these cogenitors. Not all species are limited to two sexes. In fact, I, uh... have it on good authority that the Rigelians have four or was it five? So you're saying that this man or woman or whatever is a third sex? That's exactly what I'm saying. And she... it... is part of the impregnation process. Precisely. I'm pretty familiar with how it works with two sexes, but... Multi-gender techniques aren't always the same, but in this case, I imagine the cogenitor provides an enzyme, which facilitates conception. What do you mean by provides? Well, first, the female has to... No. No, no, no, don't tell me. I don't think I want to know. Oh, well. I have pictures. Uh, I think I'll pass. So how long is this going to last? I might want to stay there for a while. It should protect you from omicron radiation for about 12 years. That should be enough. Thanks, Doc. Keep an open mind, Commander, hmm? You came on this mission to meet other species, no matter how many genders they may have. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Where'd you hear that? Hamlet, Act One, Scene Five. Your Communications Officer was kind enough to provide us with some of your literature. I assumed you approved. Absolutely, but I didn't think you'd be quoting it the next day. We retain most of what we read. And you obviously read pretty quickly. After I finished Shakespeare last night, I began reading the plays of Sophocles. What do you recommend after that? Seems like you're picking the good ones all by yourself. That's got to be ionized hydrogen. It's generating magnetic currents. I've got friends back at home who are not going to believe this. I have friends who'll be equally impressed with Macbeth. We're almost into the chromosphere. The antimatter stream is compressed before the deuterium's injected into the core. So you don't need magnetic confinement. Let me ing up the schematics. Where we come from, Earth... there are only two genders. That's true of most worlds. I don't mean to pry, but... does every family have a cogenitor? That wouldn't be very efficient. They are only needed when a couple's trying to have a child. Oh. And... when they're not? The cogenitor is assigned to another couple. They make up about three percent of our population, which seems to be a perfect ratio. Nature has a way of finding the right balance. Is the one I met the only one on your ship? The only one. Once Calla and I are finished with it, I doubt it'll be needed before we return home. Hmm. Would you like to take a closer look at the plasma converters? I would. Thanks. So... does it live with you and your wife? We keep it in our quarters, yes. What does it do when you're not...? It eats... sleeps. There's not much else for it to do. What about school? They only serve one purpose. Sending them to school would make no sense. Why are you so... curious about them? Humans are very curious. Hmm. You might find this difficult to believe, but this polymer is composed of over 200 naturally occurring elements. That's impossible. I read in your database that you've discovered only 92. I understand how this might seem unnerving. A lot of things around here do, but, uh, I'm trying to keep an open mind. How long will you be gone? Close to three days. The circumference is nearly a billion kilometers. We'll be scanning surface features that are undetectable from higher altitudes. Three days is a long time to be confined to such a small craft, especially with a person you've just met. I think I'll survive. These people are fascinating, T'Pol. They have a lot to offer us. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Which reminds me. They've asked us for a sampling of films. I put together a few suggestions. I'll see to it. You're in charge. Of the ship or the movies? Commander. Captain left yet? He'll be gone for three days. He asked that you download these films and transfer them to the Vissians' database. ( sighs) Did you meet their Engineer? Briefly. He and his wife are trying to have a baby. How interesting. There was someone else with them. They called her a cogenitor. You know what that is? A third gender. Why do you call it her? Well, she looks more like a her than a him. They treat her like a pet. Kept in a room, not taught to read or write, no name. Porthos has a name. It's not our place to judge the customs of other cultures. We're not talking about taking your shoes off when you walk into someone's house. This cogenitor's treated like one of Phlox's leeches. You pull it out of its tank when you need it, then you throw it back in. Tri-gender reproduction is not uncommon. That's not what I'm talking about. This is a question of... human rights. They're not human. Captain Archer hopes to develop a productive relationship with this species. It might be best if you kept your opinions to yourself. It's good advice. Mating habits are often quite personal, hmm? Some species aren't comfortable discussing them. I'm not interested in discussing their habits. I'm concerned with the way they treat this cogenitor. They're most likely one and the same. Yeah, well, that doesn't make it right. It's not a question of right or wrong. You scanned them when they came on board. Don't you always do that? Yeah. They weren't carrying any pathogens that would be dangerous to our crew. Is there anything you can tell me about the mental capacity of this cogenitor? Is it any different than the males and females? I'm afraid I didn't take any neural scans. Is that something I could do? Why would you want to? Just curious. I suppose you could. Fruit and cheese often complement each other. So cheese comes in eight varieties? I'd say there are hundreds, maybe thousands. What made you choose these? They have the strongest smells of anything we have on board. You said our food was aromatically bland. I thought this might change your mind. Try some. Mild... but very nice. How about... this one? The odor is a little spicier. What's it called? Stilton. Chef says it's pretty pungent. Haven't you ever tried it? Not for a long time. Here. Well, I'd say that's more than a little spicy. Mmm. And what's this called? Alsatian Muenster. Interesting. Don't you find it sensual? Very. Can we visit the Armory later? I'm anxious to see your tactical array. There's an old Earth expression: I'll show you mine if... ( chuckles) you show me yours. Your father. That's hard to imagine. The men who developed warp drive on my world lived nearly a thousand years ago. I'm surprised your ancestors never made it to Earth. We don't believe in traveling great distances. There's far too much to see close to home. Well, maybe now you have a reason to visit us. It's not that far. I'm sure we can make an exception. I'm going to take us down to the edge of the photosphere. It might get a little turbulent. Fine with me. When the engine reaches critical mass, a mixture of positrons and neutrinos is injected into the chamber. Watch. Hmm. The efficiency is up over 30 percent. Pretty impressive. It's possible this technology could be modified for Enterprise. We'd be very grateful. We don't have any married couples on Enterprise. Do they give you special quarters? The Captain's very generous. Oh, I wish ours was. I've got a room not half the size of this one. I'd love to get a look at your quarters sometime. If I could describe it to Captain Archer, he might consider expanding my living space. Oh, why don't you join us for dinner tonight? You did agree to try our food. Are you telling me you have a dining room? We'll try not to prepare anything too pungent. Mmm. It's pretty mild, considering the, um... smell. For us, the aroma is far more important than the taste. This must have taken you all day. If I had all day, I would have prepared a far more scented meal. Calla's in charge of the Microgravity Lab. We usually don't have much time for cooking. Will your cogenitor be joining us? It rarely eats more than one meal a day. Oh, so in our Mess Hall... Bringing the cogenitor to your ship was an exception. Too bad. I was hoping to say hello. Why would you want to do that? Commander Tucker is very curious about our reproductive process. Humans are bi-gendered. I'll see if it's awake. Which one's the cogenitor? Right here. Her synaptic density and neural mass are almost identical to the other two. Your cogenitor appears to be no more or less intelligent than the male and female. I wouldn't mind taking a turn at the helm. Our navigation controls are not like yours. They're based on five spatial axes. I've been watching you. I think I can handle it. ( sighs) You obviously have some experience. A little. There's a pretty big flare forming below us. I think I can loop around it, let you get a better scan. It's giving off a lot of magnetic flux. It may cause false readings in the navigation sensors. I'll keep an eye on it. So by rotating the quantum inverters, you've tripled the antimatter flux? Exactly. Three more and I'll be finished. I haven't eaten anything since this morning. If you don't mind, I'll go to your Mess Hall, see what they're serving. If you wait until I'm done, I'll show you how to get there. I'll be all right; I'm sure I can find the way. See you in a little while. ( door bleeps) ( door bleeps) They're not here. I came to see you. Why? I ought you this. It'll teach you how to read. Now you try it. I don't understand. You just touch the word, then you'll hear it pronounced. Go ahead, try it. COMPUTER Today. That's right. Now go to the next one. Today we're... Good. Again. Why are you doing this? It's not right for me to read. Who told you that? You shouldn't be here. ( sighs) You're as capable as they are... as smart as they are. That's not true. They need me to have children. It's not a question of what they need. You have the same rights... To learn, to choose how you're going to live, to have a name. That may be true on your world but not on mine. When Calla gives birth, who's going to raise the baby? Who's going to take care of it? They will. Why? You're just as crucial in creating the child as they are. You don't understand. Okay, maybe. But we took scans... My doctor says you have the same potential as they do. The only thing that sets you apart is your gender. You're no more different than they are from each other. Haven't you ever wished you could read? It won't hurt you, you know. There's nothing to be afraid of. COMPUTER Today we're going... Today we're going to... Today we're going to read. I'm starting to get the hang of this. I could take us down a little closer if you'd like. Another 10,000 meters and I'll be able to get a particle count of the photosphere. Aye, aye, Captain. 10,000 meters it is. Are you all right? Absolutely. If you can keep us at this altitude a little while longer... No problem. Are these armed with photonic warheads? Photonic? I'm not familiar with that. I'm afraid our weapons are somewhat more sophisticated than yours. This technology must seem pretty antiquated to you. Where I come from, antiquated can be very quaint. Is that how you see us? Quaint? And charming. What sort of power source do these use? Sarium micro-cells. I suppose that's very quaint, too. Not at all. We charge our weapons the same way. Maybe you'd like to see the phase cannon assembly. Please. After you. It has multiphasic emitters... and a maximum yield of 80 gigajoules. Impressive. I'm sorry it's so cramped in here. Don't be. I wanted to get a little closer to you all day. Really? I was hoping to spend some intimate time with you. Maybe we could sleep together tonight. ( loud thud) Oh! On Earth... it's customary to ask a woman to dinner first... before spending the night with her. It's very different on Vissia. It's only when a woman enjoys her intimate time with a man that she'll join him for dinner. The Didiron mountain range runs through the upper planes of the Great Continent. Amazing. The text describes far more impressive peaks. I don't mean the mountains, I mean your reading. The fauna and flora vary greatly on either side of the central plateau. Look how much you've accomplished in a single day. And reading's just the tip of the iceberg. You could study all sorts of things. History, science... Engineering's not bad. You don't have to sit in this room all day. They would never let me learn those things. Then you've got to convince them. It's not just learning. It's... it's experiencing things. Music, swimming in the ocean... You do have oceans on your planet? Yes. And how about those Didiron mountains? Reading about them is one thing; climbing them is another. I'd like to climb a mountain. There you go... that... that's the right attitude. You keep at it. I've got to get back. They think I'm at the Astrometrics Lab. But I'll see you as soon as I can. Trip? Yeah? I'd like my name to be Trip, just like yours. Actually, my name is Charles. Then I would like my name to be Charles. I'm flattered. There's a flare forming ahead. I don't see it. You will. Turn the axis 40 degrees to port. I think we can bank around it. It's too big. Take us up. Try to get over it. We're not going to make it. Increase speed. It won't be enough. What are you doing? If you can't get over a wave, you got to dive through it. Where did you learn to do that? North shore of Oahu. Body surfing. I think it's time you took the helm back. Would you be punished if they find out you've ought me here? Punished? No, but they might get a little angry. I would be punished. Maybe I should take you back. No, no, I want to see more. Okay. We'll just have to be sure no one spots us. This is our transporter. It turns things into a matter stream that can be sent just about anywhere, within 2,000 kilometers or so. Then it gets... reassembled. Could it send a Vissian? I don't see why not. I'd like to try. I don't think that would be a good idea. Could I see where you work? Sure. Follow me. Coast is clear. That's our main engine. Fastest one in Starfleet. I've had it up to warp 5.1. I think my ship has something like this, but I've never seen it. ( laughs): Your ship has an engine that's a lot more sophisticated than this one. Do you live here? Uh, no. My quarters are on B-Deck. Have you ever seen a movie? It's not easy picking a movie for somebody who's never seen one before. What would you think about a Western? No, not a Western. I don't think a musical would be right, either. Got it. The Day the Earth Stood Still. Nothing like a little science fiction to eak you in. It's a story about your planet? Yeah, but it's fiction. The Earth never really stood still. Sit down. You're going to love this. Why were the humans so afraid of Klaatu and his android? Well, before we made first contact with the Vulcans, the people of Earth were pretty violent. They had a hard time trusting things they didn't understand. The characters in the film knew nothing about Klaatu... Who he was, where he came from... So... they tried to kill him. I understand. Does this mean I've won? No one's beaten me at this in the last two years. Tell me about Westerns. Maybe I could watch a Western next. It's getting late. We better get you back before they realize you're gone. I have been told you're no longer welcome aboard the Vissian ship. Why? I wasn't exactly where I was supposed to be. No, you weren't. You told them you were going to the Astrometrics Lab. They tried to contact you, but you weren't there. Then they tried their Mess Hall. You weren't there either. I was with the cogenitor. Where? At first, in her quarters. Actually, they're not her quarters. They belong to the Chief Engineer and his wife. She gets a room to sleep in and if she's real good, she can use their living space. Why were you there? I'm teaching her how to read. Her education is not your concern. What education? Where else did you go? I ought her here. Gave her a little tour. Showed her a movie. It appears you're doing everything you can to undermine the Captain's wishes. One day, that's all it took her. In one day she was reading a geography text. First contacts are important to the Captain. You may very well have damaged this one irreparably. You're not listening to a word I'm saying. ( clears throat) Oh, I didn't see you. How you doing? You all right? They don't want to help me. They don't want me to climb mountains. Don't worry, they will. Give it time. They're angry with you. They'll leave as soon as our Captain returns. They won't help me. But you can. I want to stay here, please. ( sighs) Archer to Enterprise. T' Go ahead. That was one hell of a ride. I'll tell you about it in a couple of hours. We've got a lot of data to download into their computers. I think it would be best if you come back immediately, sir. There's been an incident. Where is she? It's not exactly a she, sir. Where?! In my quarters. How long ago did this happen? Last night after supper. They demanded that she be returned immediately. I did exactly what you'd do, Captain. It's not like I had much choice. I wasn't going to just... Will you excuse us, Subcommander? I might have expected something like this from a first-year recruit. But not you. You did exactly what I'd do? If that's true, then I've done a pretty lousy job setting an example around here. You're a senior officer on this ship. You're privy to the moral challenges I've had to face. You know I've wrestled with the fine line between doing what I think is right and interfering with other species. So don't tell me you know what I would have done when I don't even know what I would have done. I didn't think it would hurt to teach her how to read. Then you didn't think hard enough. We're out here to meet new species, not tell them what to do. Teaching her to read is no different than you giving them books or movies. Giving them books is a lot different than suggesting they defy their culture. And they asked me for the books. Did she ask you to teach her how to read? No, sir. And sneaking into her quarters, inging her on Enterprise, lying about where you were going, why? Come with me. You don't understand. I can't go back. Just until we resolve this. Trip said I have the same rights as they do. It's not our place to tell you what rights you have. I'm sorry. Are you going to force me to leave? Some men can work together for years without creating the friendship and bond that we did in only two days. I'm certain we can resolve this. I'm afraid it may not be that simple. On my world, when someone asks for asylum, it has to be given serious consideration. We're not on your world. And I doubt whether this person truly understood what your Engineer was suggesting. I've been told this person is just as capable of understanding as any of you are. Why are we debating this? The cogenitor belongs on our ship. Or are you suggesting my wife and I abandon our plans to have a child? I've been asked to give sanctuary to someone who believes she's been treated unfairly. I can't ignore that. We're the ones being treated unfairly. Do you know how long we've waited to be given a cogenitor? Given? You sound like you're talking about some inanimate object. You have no right to judge us. You know nothing about our culture. What if one of your stewards, the men who are forced to serve you food... what if they should ask us for asylum? They're not forced to do anything. I apologize. But it's easy to misunderstand someone when you know nothing about their culture. You can't expect me to ignore someone when they ask for my protection. We're in no rush to leave. Take your time. Consider what we've said. You shouldn't have misgivings. You've made the right choice. ( classical music playing) ( door chimes) ( shuts off music) Come in. Captain Archer. I'm afraid Shakespeare only wrote 36 plays. So it might be best if you take your time memorizing them. By all means. I hope yesterday's unfortunate incident won't interfere with future relations between our people. You sure you don't have an extra stratopod you could spare? I'm sure your Starfleet will develop one soon enough. Good-bye, Captain. Safe journey. Time to say good-bye to the hypergiant. Prepare to get underway, Travis. ( intercom beep) Go ahead. There's a call coming in from the Vissian Captain, sir. He sounds upset. Put him through. ( door chimes) Come in. ( door opens, closes) You wanted to see me, Captain? I was just told that the Vissian cogenitor died. What? How? Suicide, Trip. She killed herself. That can't be... Why...? It's my fault. I'm responsible. You're damn right you are. And it's not just her. There's a child who won't be conceived because of this... at least not for a long while. It's time you learned to weigh the possible repercussions of your actions. You've always been impulsive. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. I understand. Do you? I'm not so sure you do. You knew you had no business interfering with those people. But you just couldn't let it alone. You thought you were doing the right thing. I might agree if this was Florida, or Singapore... but it's not, is it? We're in deep space and a person is dead. A person who'd still be alive if we hadn't made first contact. I guess I haven't been very successful at getting through to you. If I had, you would have thought a lot harder before doing what you did. You're not responsible... Dismissed. Captain?
I think this is the place. Take a look around. ( scanner beeping) Over here! It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Definitely humanoid, but I don't recognize the species. Seems very well preserved. Getting him out of here's going to be a delicate operation. Drake to Arctic One. Go ahead. Set up a base camp. Get Alpha Team started. Acknowledged. Contact Starfleet. Tell Commander Williams he owes me a bottle of scotch. Sir? He'll know what it means. Drake out. I'm picking up EM traces a few dozen meters under the glacier. There's a lot more here than we're seeing. We've got another one! I give up. What is it? An arm. It's his. You're joking. From what I can tell, it was integrated into his circulatory and nervous systems. He could probably operate it like it was his own flesh and blood. I met a Vulcan scientist who wore a prosthesis. He lost his forearm. It's pretty sophisticated, but it doesn't compare to this. Take a look at the eyepiece. Judging by the optics, I'd say he could see most of the EM spectrum. Did you run a genetic analysis? That's even more interesting. They don't have much in common. They belong to two different species. Transmit your findings to Starfleet. Maybe they'll find a match in their database. Right away. Sir, I've run every test in the book. I still can't identify this alloy. What about this? I thought it was simple thermal damage until I found signs of antimatter residue. Maybe their warp drive overloaded. That could explain why there's not much de is. I did find some carbon traces. Could you date them? This de is's been here for about a hundred years. ( whirring) Take a look at this. Do you see those devices? They're repairing the cell mem anes. What are they? I believe you're looking at a form of nanotechnology. I found thousands of these in both aliens. They're not just regenerating the damaged tissue, they're repairing the mechanical components as well. As far as I can tell, this arm's as good as new. The Denobulans have experimented with nanotechnology, but they have nothing like this. Maybe we should move the bodies to Module Three. Put them back in cold storage with the other samples. That way we can examine them later under controlled conditions. Couldn't the bodies be damaged if we freeze them again? I guess it's possible. Then we should leave them here. Let the regeneration process continue. What if it revives more of their systems? We don't know anything about this species or what they were doing here a hundred years ago. There's no reason to assume they're hostile. ( chuckles) They don't exactly look friendly. Starfleet has asked us to find out everything we can. Keep them here for now, we'll see what happens. Anything? Oh! Plenty. You seem a little jumpy. Cybernetic corpses, digging through frozen remains in the middle of the night, why would I be jumpy? I'd be more worried about the polar bears. I've identified 22 fragments of the outer hull. Each one has the same curvature. I think this ship was a perfect sphere. How big? About 600 meters in diameter. The de is field could be a lot more extensive than we thought. We might want to get another excavation team out here. ( beeping) What is it? A warp signature. Help me with this. ( grunting) Just what the doctor ordered. Thanks. How are your friends? A little on the quiet side. There's a oken heating unit in Module Three. They've asked me to take a look. Will you be all right here? Go ahead. I'll be fine. Okay. ( mechanical clicking) Feeling better? Deuterium residue. Might be some kind of warp coil. Seems too small for a ship this size. I'd like to ing it back to the lab, take a closer look. ( monitor beeping) ( gasps) ( screaming in distance) Here, here. ( gasping softly) Get me a medical kit. ( gasps) Admiral, there's a problem with the A-6 excavation team. The Science Council hasn't heard from them in three days. Get a shuttle ready. The Admiral thinks that they're humanoids, enhanced with technology. He believes they abducted the research team. We're a long way from the Arctic. What can we do? Earth tracking stations spotted the transport leaving orbit at warp 3.9. That's impossible. Those transports can't exceed 1.4. I think it's safe to assume these aliens reconfigured the engines using technology from their own ship. Does Starfleet know where the vessel is now? Not exactly... but their heading puts them within a half dozen light-years of our current position. We've been ordered to find the ship. It shouldn't be difficult to isolate their warp signature. We'll start searching at... these coordinates. Go to Tactical Alert. Lay in a course. Aye, sir. Buried in the ice for a century. Hard to believe anything could survive. Handsome devil. You wanted to see me, Lieutenant? Yes. The researchers gathered a great deal of biometric data on these aliens, but... I'm having trouble making heads or tails of it. How can I help? Well, this arm might contain some sort of weapon. If I can determine its yield, we'll have a better idea of what we're facing. What sort of people would replace perfectly good body parts with cybernetic implants? You of all people should be open-minded about technology. I don't have a problem with it, so long as it stays outside of my skin. If your heart was damaged, would you want me to replace it with a synthetic organ, or would you rather die? That's different. Mm. There's a species I once encountered in the Beta Magellan system... The Bynars. When they're born, a surgeon removes the child's parietal lobe and replaces it with a synaptic processor. I saw the procedure performed once. It was very impressive. Yeah, I'm sure it was. Anything? I don't see any evidence of a weapon. The research team was heavily armed. How did these aliens manage to overpower them? T' Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're receiving an automated distress call. It's from a Tarkalean freighter. There's a lot of interference. To any ship within range, we're under attack by an unknown species. Request immediate assistance. That's it, sir. How long to reach them? About an hour. Set a course. Open a channel. This is Captain Archer of the Starfleet vessel Enterprise. Stand down your attack, or we'll open fire. They're charging weapons. Some kind of proton burst. Those transports aren't normally armed. Obviously, the engines aren't the only system they've upgraded. Any human bio-signs? Nine on the arctic transport. The readings are erratic. Can you disable their weapons? I believe so. ( console beeping) Their weapons are down. They're going to warp. Is there anyone alive on the Tarkalean ship? Two bio-signs on their upper deck. I'm reading minimal life support. Hold our position. Get a shuttlepod ready. You have the Bridge. The Tarkaleans should live... but the nanoprobes have infiltrated their autonomic systems. Their renal glands have been replaced with devices like this. Essentially, these individuals are being transformed into some sort of cybernetic hy id. You said the human bio-signs were erratic. It's likely the researchers are going through a similar transformation. Can you remove the nanoprobes? Not surgically. These devices are multiplying at an extraordinary rate. I could never extract them all. I'm attempting to slow their progress with a modified retrovirus, but so far I haven't been very successful. Perhaps you should isolate them in the Decon Chamber. If you do that, I won't be able to treat them as effectively. I don't believe they're a danger to the crew. I'm not so sure. I'll have Malcolm post a guard. Keep me updated. ( door chimes) Come in. I've contacted Tarkalea. I told them we're doing everything we can for their crewmen. Any sign of the transport? Nothing. There was something familiar about all this, but I couldn't put my finger on it until I found this speech Zefram Cochrane made 89 years ago. When I was a kid, I read everything I could about him. It took me a while, but I finally found it in the database. He was giving a commencement address at Princeton when he started to talk about what really happened during first contact. He mentioned a group of cybernetic creatures from the future who tried to stop his first warp flight when he was living in Montana. He said they were defeated by a group of humans... who were also from the future. As I recall, Cochrane was famous for his imaginative stories. He was also known to be frequently intoxicated. No one took him seriously, and he recanted the whole thing a few years later, but you have to admit, there are similarities. He said their ultimate goal was to enslave the human race. If he was right... they might be heading back to their homeworld... so they can try again. ( groaning) ( gasping) Who are you?! My name is Phlox. I'm a physician. You are aboard a starship. We responded to your distress call. What did you do to me?! Your vessel was attacked. I'm doing my very best to treat you. ( pained grunting) I'm going to sedate him. ( moaning) ( overlapping collective voices) ARCHER ( distantly): Doctor? Phlox. What happened? We were attacked. I've been infected with the nanoprobes. One of the aliens injected me, some sort of tubules. Captain. They left through here. Seal off the maintenance shafts. Post teams at every access point. When you find them, put them in Decon, maximum security. Aye, sir. Use extreme caution, Lieutenant. Their physical strength has been enhanced. It's critical that you don't let them touch you. You haven't been infected. Thanks, Doctor. Stay here in case there are any more problems. Understood. Call the Bridge if you need anything. Actually, it's feeding time for my Edosian slugs. They're quite partial to boiled rootleaf. I usually pick some up from the galley, but under the circumstances... I'll have it ought down. They've modified most of the primary systems... Engines, hull plating. These look like weapons nodes. I don't even want to guess what this thing's for. Doesn't look like they've enhanced the aft plating yet. If we can punch through it here, we should be able to knock out this EPS manifold, take down their main power. One or two torpedoes ought to do it. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Go ahead. I've located the transport on long-range sensors. They're traveling at warp 4.8. How far are they? Less than two light-years. I need you to coax a little more power out of the engines. I'll give it a shot. Travis, lay in a course. Warp 4.9. Aye, sir. They've doubled their top speed in less than 12 hours. Let's hope they didn't have time to upgrade their weapons. ( scanner beeps) Stop what you're doing! I'll fire if I have to. I said step away. Maximum setting. Fall back. Reed to the Bridge. Go ahead. They're in Maintenance Shaft C, Junction 12. They appear to be modifying systems. What's in that junction? Warp plasma regulators. Can you stop them? Our weapons were useless. They're equipped with some kind of energy shielding. Sir, our warp field's destabilizing. It's them. Isn't there an outer hatch in that junction? Yes. Malcolm, get out of that section and seal it off. Understood. Come on, go. Take us out of warp. We're clear, Captain. Subcommander. The junction's empty. Close the hatch and repressurize. Malcolm, I want you to work with Trip. Find out what they were doing in there. Aye, sir. Resume course and speed. You had no choice. Room service. What's this? Rootleaf lettuce for your slugs, Vulcan sandworms for the bat and angel hair pasta for the ship's physician. It's best if I avoid food for the time being. You need to keep up your strength. If I eat, my cellular metabolism will accelerate. The nanoprobes could spread further. Well, it's right here if you change your mind. Why are you wearing a phase-pistol? Oh, it's Lieutenant Reed's idea. If you come near me, I'm supposed to shoot you. I hope you'll use the stun setting. It's going to be a few hours before we catch up with that transport. I'm sure that Captain Archer wouldn't mind if I stayed for a little while, kept you company. I appreciate the offer, but it may not be safe to be near me right now. I'm armed, remember? You've looked after me more times than I can count. I want to return the favor. The technology could assert itself at any moment. I don't know what will happen if it does. I underestimated these nanoprobes once. I don't intend to make the same mistake twice. Do you mind if I feed your animals before I go? They did a real number on these circuits. It could take days to get all this junk out. What do you think they were doing here? I don't know. But they almost overloaded the plasma regulators. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Why blow up the ship if you're still on it? Hand me that, will you? That shielding of theirs was impressive. We might as well have been firing holographic bullets. Too bad you didn't get a closer look. That kind of technology could come in handy. There's got to be a way to get through those shields with phase-pistols. If I cross-polarize the power cells, it might increase the particle yield. I'll be in the Armory. ( door opens) Coffee with cream. I believe Crewman Cunningham is in the galley if you'd like something else. This will be fine. Is this seat taken? Please. Lieutenant Reed informed me that you plan to disable the transport when we find it. He thinks we can knock out the power systems without causing too much damage. So you still intend to rescue the humans? That's the general idea. If they've already been transformed, that could be difficult. I want to take these people home... The humans and the Tarkaleans... No matter what state they're in. There are 29 life-forms on that transport. It's logical to assume they've all been infected. We could endanger Enterprise if they're ought aboard. Perhaps you should reconsider. Are you saying we shouldn't go after that ship? I'm saying we destroy it. Phlox to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Would you please come to Sick Bay? On my way. I'm not ready to declare them a lost cause. How are you feeling? Better than I anticipated. The nanoprobes seem to be having trouble with my immune system. But they're persistent little fellows. It won't be long before they adapt. Any progress finding a treatment? Possibly. I've been attempting to treat the infection as if it were... well, an infection. Then it suddenly occurred to me, this isn't a biological problem. I need to think like an engineer, not a physician. I extracted several of the devices and subjected them to different forms of radiation. Their intramolecular processors appear to be vulnerable to omicron particles. But if one of the nanoprobes survives, it will start to multiply again. So I'll need to program a rather excessive dose. The side effects will not be pleasant, to say the least. You may want to keep this in the event I'm unsuccessful. What is it? A cure of sorts. It contains a neural toxin that will terminate my synaptic functions within a matter of seconds. Aren't you jumping the gun a little? I have no intention of turning into one of those cybernetic creatures. Increase power another five megajoules. Fire. Keep it going. Increase to seven megajoules. Try eight. Nine. The density's holding. Bring it up to ten. That should do it. We'll reach that transport in less than an hour. Let's modify as many of these as we can. The vessel's mass has increased by three percent. They've improved their defenses since we last saw them. They're accelerating. Warp 4.96... 98... Increase speed. We're closing. Target that EPS manifold. They're dropping to impulse. ( console beeping) They're sending a transmission, some kind of activation sequence. Block it. I can't. Tucker to the Bridge. These cybernetic circuits just lit up like a Christmas tree. They're disrupting our plasma network. Main power is failing. We're losing weapons. They set us up. ( beeping) They're hailing us. Audio only. This is Captain... ( deep voice): You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile. Hull plating's down to 81 percent. Trip, we could use weapons. It's going to be a few minutes. Plating's down another 12 percent. Is the transporter still on line? For the moment. Then you're with me. Captain... I'm counting on you to pull us out of there. ( indistinct, overlapping collective voices) Doctor? I've programmed the irradiation sequence, but I'll need you to activate it once the chamber's sealed. All you have to do is press this. ( groaning) ( panting) I've doubled the particle yield. It may take a few seconds to recharge after each shot. Put us as close as you can to their EPS manifold. Aye, sir. ( scanner whirring) Hull plating is at 23 percent. This was one of the researchers. Was? Look at these bio-signs. They're not human anymore. Sir. ( alarm blaring) We've been boarded. Six bio-signs, C-Deck. Alert security. Bridge to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. How much longer? I think I've isolated one of the power relays. Stand by. Another human? Same as the others. ( gagging) ( scanner beeping) That's it. Captain! We've lost hull plating. They're cutting into the hull. E-Deck, starboard forequarter. Evacuate that section. They've adapted. Hurry, Malcolm! Archer to Enterprise. Stand by transporter. Acknowledged. Now. Tucker to the Bridge. T' Go ahead. The alien circuits are losing power. Do we have weapons? They're coming on line now. Report. Our engines and weapons are back on line. The transport's been disabled, so has the alien circuitry. Did you find the research team? There isn't anyone on that ship we can help anymore. ( console beeps) Sir... something's happening on the transport. Their systems are being restored. They're charging weapons. Target their warp core. Hit them with everything we've got. Get me Admiral Forrest. Captain's Starlog, March 1, 2153. Repairs to the ship are underway, and we've resumed our previous heading at low warp. Dr. Phlox is confident he'll make a complete recovery. Aren't you supposed to be in bed? I'm merely catching up on some paperwork. Nothing too strenuous, I assure you. It's vital to keep the mind occupied during the healing process. They say doctors make the worst patients. ( chuckles softly) Captain, there's something you should know. I had a rather strange experience while I was infected. I believe I was connected with the aliens... Possibly through some form of telepathy. Do you think they were trying to communicate with you? Not precisely. It felt as though I was part of a group consciousness. You were under extraordinary physical stress. You may have imagined it. It seemed quite real. I couldn't understand most of what I was hearing, but I got the distinct impression they were trying to send a subspace message. They transmitted a numerical sequence. I heard it over and over again. ( door chimes) Come in. The computer analyzed Phlox's numbers. They're pulsar frequencies with geometric light-year measurements. Spatial coordinates. They told their homeworld how to find Earth. Did you learn where the message was sent? Somewhere deep in the Delta Quadrant. Then I doubt there's any immediate danger. It would take at least 200 years for a subspace message to reach the Delta Quadrant, assuming it's received at all. Sounds to me like we've only postponed the invasion, until what... the 24th century?
It could be a phantom reading. Background radiation. Even your scientists have confirmed the existence of dark matter. Never in such dense concentrations. That's the point. If it really is a dark-matter nebula, we'd be the first to directly observe one. Even with modified sensors, there wouldn't be much to see. I've heard of Vulcan experiments where they were able to excite dark matter by bombarding it with metrion particles. Those tests involved very small quantities. This structure is nearly ten million kilometers in diameter. Could you rig some kind of spatial charges? Something that would spread the metrion particles over a wider area? Well, if I can, it should put on a hell of a show. Sorry to interrupt, Captain. It's Admiral Forrest. Get to work on those charges. Aye, Captain. This is good timing, Admiral. We just picked up some very interesting sensor readings. I'm afraid I've got some bad news, Jon. It's A.G. He was back on Mount McKinley. There was an accident. He was killed. I'm sorry. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. You've got six spatial charges. I rigged them myself. What are their ranges? If there's any dark matter within 500 kilometers, you'll know. Thanks. You sure you don't want some company? If this nebula exists, we don't know what effect it could have on the shuttlepod. All the more reason to ing your Engineer along. Not this time, Trip. I still can't believe it. All the close calls he had flying warp trials. And he gets himself killed climbing Mount McKinley. I've ought some sensor enhancements. Thanks. We'll find them useful in mapping the nebula if it's there. We? This is a scientific mission. It's only logical to ing your Science Officer. I'd prefer to handle this myself. Commander Tucker obviously didn't remind you that Starfleet regulations prohibit the Captain from leaving the ship unaccompanied. We should reach the edge the phenomenon in two hours, 46 minutes. I can pass the time by meditating, but if you'd prefer to talk... Go ahead and meditate. Would you like to join me? You seem quite unsettled since your call from Admiral Forrest. I'm fine. Commander Tucker was reluctant to discuss it as well though he did mention... an old colleague had died. A Starfleet Captain. A.G. Robinson. I wouldn't be out here if it weren't for him. I'm somewhat familiar with Starfleet history. I've never heard of a Captain Robinson. I'm sure there's a paragraph about him in the Vulcan database. We were in the NX-Test Program, trying to eak the warp 2 barrier. There were just a few of us. Gardener, Duvall, A.G. and me. We all wanted the first flight, and I was cocky enough to think I'd be the one to get it. ( door chimes) Come in. Sorry I'm late, Commodore. I came straight from the test bay. At ease, Commander. I heard your got the warp reactor up to 90 percent today. Ninety-two. Sir... you didn't call me here to ask about an engine test. We all know the assignment's about to be handed out. I'm guessing this is either really good news or... We're going with Commander Robinson. A.G. is a fine pilot. It wasn't an easy decision. You'll be backup. Sounds good. You know, I've spent more time in the simulator than anyone. If I can do anything to help A.G. prepare for... Jon. It's your father's engine. I know how important this was to you. The most important thing to me is that we succeed. Is there anything else? No, Commander. Dismissed. ( bluesy guitar music playing) ( buzz of conversation) Thanks, Ruby. You all right? Sure. Why? The last time you had this much to drink was the day Caroline moved to New Berlin. My guess is, Forrest gave out the assignment today. Sherlock Holmes has nothing on you. They'll need a pilot for the next flight. You remember what Buzz Aldrin said when he stepped on the moon? No. Nobody does. Because Armstrong went first. Congratulations. You mean that? Of course not. I'm waiting for Forrest to realize what a horrible mistake he made. ( laughter) Until then... let me buy you a drink. No, I'll buy you one. Consolation prize. Two more, Leo. To Commander A.G. Robinson. We all worked hard to get this flight, but in the end, the best pilot won. Just ask him. ( laughter) To A.G. To A.G. Hear, hear. Take it easy, Commander. You're doing the simulator at 0700. First flight's in two weeks. You know why you didn't get this assignment? I bet you're going to tell me. You tried too hard. You did everything by the book. You burned the midnight oil in that simulator. 18, 20-hour days. You shut everything and everyone out of your life just so you could be the first. And? You still don't understand. Starfleet doesn't just want a great pilot. They want a great captain. You said Captain Robinson was a close friend. That's right. From what you've told me, your relationship seemed... adversarial. Only one of us was going to get to fly that ship. Nothing wrong with a little healthy competition. He did have a point. It does take more than piloting ability to command a starship. I agree. Fortunately, you seem to have developed the necessary skills. Was that a compliment? An observation. I assume Captain Robinson's flight was successful? Not exactly. He was lucky to come out of it in one piece. ROBINSON ( over com): NX Control, I thought we built a warp ship so we could go to warp. Maintain your orbit. We're trying to run down a problem with the stabilization protocols. I just saw Italy go by again. If this is going to take much longer, maybe you could send up some food. What can I get you? How about some of those deep fried mushrooms from the 602? I'll send Ruby up to take your order. We are clear on the stabilization protocols. Restart countdown at 30 seconds. Good news, A.G. I just got word from the powers that be that you're good to go. Acknowledged. WSP is nominal. APUs are good. Warp field initialization in 20 seconds. I'm eaking orbit. At least the thrusters work. I did get a little variance on the RCS. We noticed that here. Do you want to ing her back to the garage? Not on your life. We've got a stable warp field. NX-Control to NX-Alpha. You have permission to go to warp. See you in a few light-years. Warp 1. 1.5. That little bump you just felt was warp 2. Congratulations. Now, let's see if you can get it up to 2.1. She's getting a little shaky. Are you sure you got that stabilization problem ironed out? ( console beeping) Field integrity's down to 20 percent. The warp field won't hold. A.G., we're getting some pretty unusual telemetry down here. We need you to go sublight until we get it sorted out. ( alarm bleeping) ( alarm buzzing) Did you hear me? I'm at 2.1. I think I can get a little more out of her. Negative; abort. Warp 2.15. This is Forrest. Drop to impulse. That's an order! 2.2. The field's collapsing! A.G., you've got to get out of there. We've lost telemetry. NX-Control to NX-Alpha, come in. A.G. Can you hear me? The particle density is increasing. We should be entering the nebula. The readings could be misleading. As Dr. Phlox would say, Optimism. Optimism doesn't alter the laws of physics. Time to put Trip's charges to the test. Three seconds. Anything? We need to move deeper into the nebula... if it exists. What happened? The field emissions on the charges could have been too low. Or maybe we're just on a wild-goose chase. I was referring to Captain Robinson. His test flight. He made the record books for being the first person to deploy an escape pod at warp. But he lost one of two NX prototypes. Nearly derailed the entire program. Are you all right? A little shaky. Trust me, you don't want to pass through the warp barrier in one of those. Should make a nice addition to the Starfleet museum. What went wrong? I'm not sure, sir. The closer I got to 2.2, the more trouble I had keeping the field stable. You were ordered to abort. The abort call was premature. We had some instability on the previous tests, but it always settled down. Your engine design is obviously unsound. There's nothing wrong with that engine. You have something to add, Lieutenant...? Tucker, sir. I'm on Captain Jefferies' Engineering Team. We've never pumped this much antimatter through the injectors before. It's going to take us a little time to get the intermix right. That's precisely the point. Your program is moving too quickly. Just because it took you a hundred years to crack warp 2 doesn't mean it'll take us that long. Lieutenant! Sorry, sir. He's right. This is a new engine. It's bound to have a few bugs to work out. Those bugs just scattered your ship across 5,000 kilometers of space, and nearly killed your pilot. We're not going to get anywhere without taking some risks. I know where you stand on this, Commander. We've got a lot of data to analyze before we know what happened. We should be grateful we only lost the ship. Cyrus. Cyrus? Who's Cyrus? It was my great- grandfather's name. Keep trying, Tucker. Chester. How about Rosalie if it's a girl? Come on, give me a hint. She's had names for her kids picked out since she was ten. Says she'll marry the first man to guess them. What's your name, Lieutenant? Charles Tucker, sir, but everybody calls me Trip. Trip? My dad's Charles Tucker, and so was his dad, and that makes me the third, so, triple... Trip. Thanks for your help today with our... Vulcan friends, Trip. My father would have appreciated it. I don't get it. It's... it's like they want us to fail. I gave up trying to figure out the Vulcans a long time ago. Commodore. At ease. May I? Of course. ( clearing throat) Can I, uh... buy you a drink, sir? It's the least you could do after that outburst today. I'm sorry, sir, I-I didn't mean to... I'll have a beer, Mr. Tucker. It's been a while since I've been in here. I see it hasn't changed much. Is there something on your mind, sir? I came here to tell you... at the urging of the Vulcan Advisory Council, that Starfleet Command has decided to put the NX-Program on hold. For how long? Indefinitely. Gentlemen? One beer. What do you mean, indefinitely? They want to go back to the drawing board, Jon. Develop a new engine from scratch. We have an engine that works now. If we start over, it'll be decades before we get into deep space. Starfleet's made its decision. Permission to speak freely, sir? It's your father's engine. His life's work. You can't let them do this. Bourbon, straight-up. I suppose you heard? This is really going to throw a wrench in my career plans. Thanks. Last call; anything else? I'll have another. Where have you been all day? De iefing. After the flight surgeons were done with me, I got hauled in front of the Starfleet senior staff and the Vulcans. What did you tell them? What do you think? The subspace field destabilized at warp 2.2. Primary flight controls failed, resulting in the loss of the vehicle. Aren't you forgetting something? What? The possibility of pilot error. I'm not interested in your opinion, Lieutenant. You should be. The Vulcans have been leaning on Starfleet for years to rein in this program. You walked in there today, ruled out pilot error, and told them just what they wanted to hear... Our engine doesn't work. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Archer, but it doesn't work. The engine's sound. We just need more time to balance the intermix. We need more than time. I agree. We need a pilot who listens to orders. If you'd aborted, we'd still have a ship and probably another chance. Another chance to what, get killed? At the first sign of trouble, you should've throttled down. It wouldn't have made a damn bit of difference. I guess we'll never find out. You weren't in that cockpit. There's nothing wrong with that ship! There's plenty wrong. You just refuse to see it. What the hell's that supposed to mean? Every time there's a problem with this project, you blame it on pilot error or gravitational anomalies or some technical malfunction. Well, you're going to have to face the truth this time, because there's nothing left to point a finger at. Your father designed a lousy engine. That's enough! Do something! Come on, come on, eak it up! Break it up! You think this is going to get either of you any closer to warp 5? The fight was interrupted? Not before I got two uised ribs and a cracked molar. I suppose we'll never know. Who would have won. ( console beeping) Main power is fluctuating. That's all right. Auxiliary's kicking in. There was a surge in the EPS grid. We must be getting close. Trip said the dark matter might affect the shuttle's systems. He'll be happy to hear he was right. It was probably nothing more than a simple malfunction. I don't think so. Our prelaunch checks were all fine. Something else caused that surge. I'm not detecting any dark matter. Have a little faith, T'Pol. Even if you're right, it may be dangerous to proceed. Another surge could disable life support. One thing I learned from A.G.: You're never going to get anywhere without taking risks. You obviously admired this man. Quite a bit. And yet he cracked your molar? Yeah, humans can have funny ways of forming friendships. To say the least. He would have loved it out here. Too bad he never got the chance. God knows he earned it. I thought you said he was responsible for nearly ending the program. He was also responsible for getting it back on course. With a little help from me and Trip. I see you're not losing any time. We're done flying. No use hanging around. Here you go. I'm not clearing out just yet. Suit yourself. I've been thinking about what you were saying last night. About my father's engine. Look, I was out of line. You were right. I wanted to see this thing fly so badly, it kept me from being objective. That's good of you to admit, but... doesn't really matter now. It may. I got my hands on the telemetry from your flight. It looks like Tucker was right about the intermix, but I think we can compensate for it. You heard Forrest. The program is on hold indefinitely. We can take this to Starfleet. Make a case to get off the ground again. What about the Vulcans? They'll look at your data and say we need to run computer simulations for another ten years to prove that you're right. Commodore Forrest will back us up. Forrest answers to Starfleet Command. It's out of his hands. Even if his two senior pilots insist that this ship can fly? If the three of us go in there together, we might be able to change their minds. You just went faster than any human being ever has. And now you're going to walk away? Let them put the ship in mothballs when we're so close to eaking warp 3. You're always talking about taking risks. What have we got to lose? If you want to convince the Vulcans, you'll have to do a lot better than showing them a bunch of antimatter calculations. I'm open to suggestions. We only lost one ship. Still have one left. They'll never give us clearance. Can you think of a better way to prove it'll fly? You want to talk about taking risks? You're a great pilot. Maybe as good as me. But you're never going to get out into deep space by playing it safe. When the first warp 5 starship is built, its captain won't be able to call home every time he needs to make a decision. He won't be able to turn to the Vulcans. Unless he decides to take one with him. ( console beeps) We should be 20,000 kilometers inside the nebula. Let's load up two more charges. The history of your early warp flights is well-documented, but I've never read anything about two Starfleet pilots stealing the warp 3 prototype. It wasn't the kind of thing Starfleet Command wanted to advertise. Don't you believe me? I have no doubt it happened, though I find difficult to believe you had to be convinced to participate. Well... you didn't know me then. I was a little more by-the-book. The particle density has nearly doubled. Shall we try again? Perhaps we should head back. We still have two more charges; let's keep looking. Was your test flight successful? Promise you won't put this into the Vulcan database? We decided on a night launch. I've routed the intermix controls to the Engineering station. If it becomes unstable, you'll be able to adjust it manually. Thanks. If I came along, I could monitor the antimatter flow. I'll keep an eye on it. You're going to have your hands full. I'm going to need you down here. Don't worry. You'll get out there someday. If I had my own ship, I'd sign you up in a second. I'm going to hold you to that. Thanks, Trip. No response from the auxiliary APUs. That's because they haven't been installed yet. How's it coming, Trip? I've disabled the tracking sensors. But I'll need a minute to divert the telemetry. How long? Don't wait for me. I'll be ready by the time you eak orbit. Acknowledged. Not too late to call this off. Head over to the 602 for a beer. Not on your life. Anyone notice we're gone yet? As far as they know, the doors are closed and the lights are out. But New Berlin should be picking you up in about six minutes. By the time they figure out what's going on, we'll be halfway to Jupiter. ( door chimes) Come in. You're working late. We just got a call. New Berlin's detected the NX-Beta. What? Internal sensors show it's still in the hangar. Has anyone bothered to look? Warp field is stable. Something wrong? Why don't you take it? What? I had the last flight. You're due up. Besides... you could use the practice. Hope you and Tucker were right about that intermix. We're about to find out. ( com beeps) ( over com): This is Forrest. What the hell is going on? Just running an engine test, sir. Archer? Turn around right now, and I'll do what I can to keep you out of prison. If you knew... Archer! Perfect. That's warp 2. Here we go again. I'm reading fluctuations in the intermix. We see it. ( alarm sounding) Your warp field's destabilizing! Warp 2.15. You better get that intermix locked down, 'cause I'm not backing off till I eak your record. You got it? Almost. Come with us, Lieutenant. NX-Beta, do you read? ARCHER ( over com): NX-Beta to Commodore Forrest. You might want to check your sensors. You'll see we're holding steady at 2.5. Congratulations. Now get the hell back here. Not only was it in violation of a direct order, it was utterly reckless, irresponsible and maybe even criminal. Sir... I'm not done, Commander! You are both suspended from duty pending an inquiry. And by the time Starfleet Command gets through with you, you're going to wish that you had never come back. You're supposed to represent the best that Starfleet has to offer. Keeping this program on track is hard enough without our own officers undermining it. What did you think that this stunt of yours would accomplish? That just because you didn't get yourselves killed that we'd ignore the data we've collected, the testing we've done, the recommendations of the Vulcan Advisory Council? If we follow all their recommendations, we'll never make it into deep space. No one is suggesting that your warp program be dismantled. Only that Starfleet proceed with more restraint. Get Lieutenant Tucker in here. Ask any engineer on the project. They'll tell you this ship can fly. Archer and I just proved it. We're ready to go... now. That's not your decision to make. With all due respect, it's not yours either. You're right, sir. We were reckless. We knew there'd be consequences. We knew we'd probably be thrown out of Starfleet. You may have been right. A.G. and I may never fly again, but it's a small sacrifice to make if it keeps this project going. We didn't build this engine to make test runs around Jupiter. We built it to explore! If my father were alive today, he'd be standing here asking, What the hell are we waiting for? You obviously weren't dismissed from Starfleet. They must have found your argument convincing. Convincing enough. We managed to avoid a court-martial, but they grounded us for three months. Still, the NX-Program continued. Eventually. The Vulcans had us run every simulation they could think of for over a year before they finally admitted the engine would probably work. Eight months after that, Duvall oke warp 3 in the NX-Delta. Five years later, we laid the keel for Enterprise. You know the rest. ( console beeping) The particle density has increased again. I'd hate to see those last two charges go to waste. Anything on sensors? It appears so. Fascinating. This data will certainly cause a debate at the Science Directorate. T'Pol... come up and look at this a minute. I have to monitor the quantum field. Let the sensors do it. That's why A.G. and I worked so hard to get out here. Captain Robinson clearly wanted to command Enterprise as much as you did. He wasn't alone. But by the end, A.G. and I were the only two candidates left. They made the final selection six months before we launched. Maybe I just got lucky. Thanks. Congratulations, Captain. To Jonathan Archer, first skipper of the Starship Enterprise. And one lucky S.O.B. Luck had nothing to do with it. It couldn't have been talent. I'm just waiting for Forrest to realize what a horrible mistake he made. ( chuckling) Still... they could've done a lot worse. Anyway, I'd rather wait for the NX-02. Let you make all the mistakes so I'll have an easier time of it. To the first skipper of the NX-02. Got to go. I'm catching a shuttle to Alice Springs at 0600. More survival training. 'Night, Ruby. Good luck, Jon. Hey. I'll see you out there. T' Captain. We should start back if we're going to make our rendezvous. Right. Welcome back. How'd it go? Your charges were effective. Was it a good show? You should've been there. I'll remember to ask you next time. I believe there's a human custom that says when you discover something of merit, you earn the right to name it. What would you suggest... The T'Pol-Archer Nebula? I was thinking the Robinson Nebula would be more appropriate.
Captain's Starlog, March 21, 2153. After three days exploring an uninhabited planet, Commander Tucker and I have been called back to Enterprise to greet an unexpected visitor. Maybe you were light-headed from the altitude. I didn't slip. That overhang gave way the moment I put my foot on it. I walked on the same rocks you did. Well, maybe you loosened them. You do weigh a few kilos more than I do. Report. They dropped out of warp 30 minutes ago and the pilot sent a ief audio message. He insisted on speaking with you right away. Any idea what he wants? He wouldn't say, but I did manage to find his ship design in the Vulcan database. It's Tellarite. T'Pol's mentioned them. Open a channel. This is Jonathan Archer of the Enterprise. What can I do for you? You can start by telling me what you're doing here. I didn't get your name. Captain Skalaar of the Tellarite Mining Consortium. We're studying this planet. I have three science teams on the surface. We're also here for a little shore leave. Shore leave? Vacation. It's been a while since we've had a chance to relax. In that case, I recommend you visit the equatorial range. The view from the north summit is inspiring. You've been here before? Many times. I prefer to think of it as my own personal retreat. You mustn't leave until you've experienced the hydrothermal pools of Ren-gham. Mmm... Where are they? The polar island chain, 227 kilometers from the southern tip of the Rykos shoreline. Look for the pyroclastic de is field then follow the lava tubes... Sounds like we could use a guide. I'd be happy to show you. Sure we're not intruding? Not at all. I'll meet you at your Starboard Docking Port. I'll help you plan your shore leave. T'Pol says they're not the most agreeable species. Apparently they enjoy a good argument. It's considered a sport on their planet. I've got an old girlfriend this guy might like to meet. ( laughing) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. ( console beeping) I'm picking up weapons fire on E-Deck. Starboard airlock. Send a security team. Bridge to Captain Archer. The Tellarite ship's trying to undock with the seals locked. Engage the emergency clamps. He's going to warp. Pursuit course. He's disabled our starboard nacelle. We can't follow him, sir. Get those teams up from the surface. We're having trouble isolating his signature. He must have done something to mask it. How long until we have warp drive? Less than an hour. I'm on my way to the Bridge. Acknowledged. I'm afraid you're not going anywhere for the moment. We ought a stowaway with us... A rather unusual microbe. Is it contagious? I'll have to run some more tests. To be safe, we should both go through Decon. What do you want? I asked you a question. ( groans) I'd stay clear of those emitters, if I were you. The very latest technology. I installed them last month. I doubt this ship of yours will be a match for Enterprise. I've taken appropriate countermeasures. We won't be seeing any more of your starship. I want to know where you're taking me. My crew's not going to give up until they find me. If you take me back, I'd be willing to forget this ever happened. You can either be quiet or spend the rest of this trip unconscious. Which do you prefer? Hmm. This microbe is more resilient than I thought. It doesn't seem to be vulnerable to theta radiation. Perhaps you can increase the dosage. That wouldn't be advisable. We'd both suffer permanent cellular damage. There must be something else you can try. Decon gel E may neutralize the microbe, but it will be several hours before we know if it's effective. I can't stay here several hours. You have little choice. This organism appears to be infectious and humans would be far more vulnerable to it than you or I. Commander Tucker is quite capable. If he needs your help, he knows where to find you. Fortunately, no one else on the surface was exposed to the microbe. I suspect you and I were contaminated when we climbed into the second ravine. Considering the quantity of fauna down there, I'm not at all surprised. We were probably infected by the marsupials I found. I told you to leave them alone. Their saliva is a natural anticoagulant. I couldn't return to the ship without a sample. I could use your assistance. I wasn't aware a curtain was installed. Not everyone's comfortable with the idea of disrobing in front of others. An odd attitude for a physician. It's a characteristic of Denobulan males. We're more inhibited than our women. It's, uh, well, led to a number of awkward moments. The Starfleet physical was an experience I never hope to repeat. If you wouldn't mind. ( console beeping) The sensors are picking up a faint warp signature. Can you get a fix on it? Bearing 071 mark 32. It's erratic, but it matches our Tellarite friend. Set a course. Maximum warp. You're speaking on a secure channel. I'm trying to reach Captain Goroth. It's very important that I speak with him. We're attempting to transfer you. Stand by. This is Goroth. What do you want? I have the fugitive. He's in your custody? He's standing about five meters from me. You'll be pleased to know he's still alive. I'm inging him to Kronos as we agreed. No. I'm transmitting rendezvous coordinates. Be there in two days. I trust you'll have the full payment. You'll get what was promised. Pleasure doing business with you, Captain. As always. How much are they paying you? You mentioned the Klingon homeworld, Kronos. I assume this has something to do with my escaping prison. You don't even know what I'm accused of. You're right, and I don't care to. The signature's holding steady. Looks like he's orbiting a G-type star. Go to Tactical Alert. Appears to be a beacon of some kind. It's generating a warp signature identical to the Tellarite's. A decoy. Anything on sensors? We're gonna have to start all over. We're getting too much interference from that device. It's throwing off our scans. Then get rid of it. With pleasure, sir. I have no idea what the Klingons are paying you, but whatever it is, Starfleet will double it. I don't take ibes from criminals. I'm not a criminal. Klingon Judiciary says that you are. My crime was helping a ship full of refugees. Well, that was very noble of you. You'll think twice before doing that again. ( chuckling) It's pretty clear I'm never going to get the chance. I was sentenced to life in prison on Rura Penthe. Ever heard of it? I'm familiar with Rura Penthe. The Magistrate isn't going to be so lenient next time. I'll probably be executed. That's not my concern. You don't care that you're sending an innocent man to his death? I've captured dozens of fugitives. Every one of them claimed to be an innocent man. If the Klingons wanted them, they probably were. You don't have to do this! Goroth already knows you're aboard. If I don't deliver you, he'll offer a reward for both of us. I've learned never to cross a Klingon. It must be difficult... working for people like them. I don't answer to those savages. I work for myself. That's not how it looks from in here. If you knew how much they were paying me, you'd understand. This has nothing to do with you. I'm sure you're not a bad person. Just an unlucky one. ( scanner whirring) You are making it difficult to meditate. You've developed a slight fever. And I'm also reading elevated dopamine levels. The microbe may be affecting your limbic system. I can't concentrate under these conditions. I don't mean to be intrusive... The Captain's been abducted. He may even be dead. My place is on the Bridge. Subcommander! Where are you going? ( eathing deeply) Open it! You'll spread the infection. I'll go to my quarters! If I seal off the ventilation system, it should minimize the risk of exposing anyone. Your quarters are on C-Deck. By the time you reach them, you'll contaminate half the ship. Unlock this door. I gave you a direct order. I'm sorry, but I can't obey it. I can have you court-martialed. I doubt that very... Open it! I apologize. I am having trouble suppressing my emotions. We'll know in a few hours whether the gel is working. Until then... perhaps a mild sedative may help. The Klingons are paying 9,000 darseks. That's more than enough to get Tezra back. You're not being realistic. I already have the human in custody. The reward is guaranteed. You've made this promise before. In two days, you'll see I'm telling the truth. Even if you get the money, which I doubt, it wouldn't change my decision. Do you want to scrub plasma injectors the rest of your life? I'm giving you a chance to... Oh... Who's Tezra? Tezra's not a person. It's a cargo ship. Far more impressive than this antique. You're going to use the reward to buy your ship back? You'd be wise to keep quiet. The Klingons pay me the same whether you're alive or dead. ( console bleeping) A vessel's approaching. I wouldn't get too optimistic. It's not your starship. You have something I want. Always one step behind me, eh, Kago? Drop out of warp and surrender the prisoner. Why would I do that? Don't force me to take action. Goroth told you where I was, didn't he? You had two months to find the human. Goroth contacted me because you obviously weren't going to succeed. You're incompetent! If I was incompetent, Archer would be aboard your ship, wouldn't he? The human... now. Or what? You'll destroy my shuttle? Can't collect on Archer if he's a cloud of vapor. You may want to hold on to something. Let me out. I can help you. You must think I'm a fool. You can't maneuver the ship and make repairs at the same time. I'm a pilot! Let me take the helm. If you try to escape... This is the warp field regulator... the impulse throttle. Navigation sensors? There! There's an L-Class planet in this system. I'm taking us out of warp. What? We can't outrun him, but he may not be able to navigate as well as we can in the planet's atmosphere. This ship wasn't designed for these maneuvers. We've lost the aft cannons. What about forward cannons? Still on line. What are these? Subspace beacons. They generate a false warp signature. I used one of them to evade your vessel. Get ready to launch them. What good will that do? He's flying on sensors just like we are. He'll only have a one in three chance of targeting us. Ready. Now. We knocked out his engine. He's making an emergency landing. Don't cele ate yet. Our reactor's leaking. The warp drive's off-line. I'm never going to make the rendezvous. Isn't that a shame? The reactor also powers life support. Then you'd better get to work. It can only be accessed from the outer hull. Then we should set down here. But Kago's on the surface. We'll land 1,000 kilometers away. What are you doing? You said we'd need another treatment. Not for three hours. Is there any harm in starting now? I can apply it myself. Thank you. Perhaps you need another sedative. Rest is not what I need. Subcommander, this behavior is hardly appropriate. My name is T'Pol. You don't find me attractive? Of course I do, but that is not the issue. I'm familiar with Denobulan sexuality. I know that your marriages aren't exclusive. You and I are colleagues. It's against regulations. Starfleet regulations. There's no reason to be restrained by human morality. It's obvious you're not well. Please. You have no idea what you're denying yourself. Your endorphin and hormonal levels are dangerously high. You don't understand. I'm not ill. These are hardly normal readings. They're normal for a Vulcan in my condition. You know what's wrong with you? It's not something we discuss with others. I believe it's time for you to amend that policy. You have my assurance it will remain between us. We call it the Pon farr, the cycle of mating. Have you gone through this before? It's not time. It's possible the infection acted as a catalyst. What caused it doesn't matter. If I don't mate with a male, Vulcan or otherwise, I'll die. That ship you mentioned, the Tezra, sounds pretty important to you. More than you know. If Kago collects the reward, he'll probably waste it on Orion slave girls. Not me. I'm going to do something useful with it. I don't understand why you want a cargo ship. Doesn't seem practical in your line of work. You think I've been chasing fugitives my entire life? No, once I get the money, I'll have enough to pay off the impound fees. I'll be a freighter Captain again. My Helmsman used to run freight. Two of you would probably have a lot to talk about. The Tezra isn't like any other cargo ship. She was the first of her class, the fastest ever built. She could haul a million metric tons at warp 4.5. Even your starship isn't capable of that. I retrofitted her engines myself. You never told me why it was impounded. My other and I were hauling a shipment of fire salt. I thought I could trim two or three days off our journey by cutting across the most insignificant corner of Klingon space. I learned very quickly there's no such thing as an insignificant corner of Klingon space. We were lucky to escape with our lives. Though we did pay a price. They took your ship. And its cargo, too. My other never forgave me. I've been trying to find a way to get the Tezra back ever since. What are you doing?! Did you really think I wanted this engine fixed? You're taking me to be executed. Don't worry. We'll meet Goroth on time. Feeling any better? I'm hungry. Our meals will be here soon. I wasn't referring to food. I'm working as quickly as I can. This serum should help alleviate most of your symptoms. There's a far simpler treatment. I'd prefer to explore a more conventional approach. You have the cure. It's unethical for you to withhold it, Doctor. This mating cycle of yours was artificially induced. We can't be certain that a... physical encounter would help. I'm willing to try. Subcommander... Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you. ( tubes clank) You are disturbing my serum. Obviously, you need to be sedated again. No more hyposprays! ( com beeps) One of us should probably answer that. It could be news about the Captain. This is Phlox. Anyone hungry in there? I ought you some supper. Just in the nick of time, Commander. It would be best if you remained here. How are you two holding up? Well enough. Have you been able to locate Captain Archer? We're tracking another warp signature. Hopefully this one's the real thing. Are those the ones you wanted? Yes. Thank you. Is that food? Yeah. I had Chef make you some... Is she all right? She's developed a slight fever, nothing to be concerned about. Bridge to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. We're approaching the coordinates. On my way. Call if you need anything. What have you got? Two matching warp signatures, both in the upper atmosphere. More subspace beacons. There is a ship on the surface. It seems to have suffered engine damage. But it's not Tellarite. Bio-signs? One. Open a channel. Yes. Sorry to bother you, but we're looking for a Tellarite shuttle. Have you seen one? How much did the Klingons offer you? Klingons? Look... there must be some sort of misunderstanding here. We're looking for our Captain. Your Captain, he's got a price on his head. He's probably halfway to Klingon space by now. Travis, how close are we to Klingon space? Less than six light-years. If that Tellarite's looking to collect some kind of reward, we better find him before he gets there. Set a course. Take us back to warp. Aye, sir. What are you doing here? I need your help. You shouldn't have ought him. You think I would've come here if I had a choice? I need an antimatter injector. And I suppose you have no way of paying for it. Do you know who this is? He's the only prisoner who's ever escaped from Rura Penthe. The Klingons are offering a fortune to get him back. Tell him. Tell him! If I give you the injector, you have to promise never to come back here. Of course I'm coming back. You're going to be my First Officer. That was years ago. I work here now. Scrubbing plasma injectors? Is that how you want your children to see you? It's better than hunting criminals. You think that I enjoy spending my time with vermin like him? I have work to do. Please, don't turn your back on me again. We can reclaim the Tezra. You won't want that ship after you see it. Why not? The Klingons cannibalized her. Every power relay, every conduit. The engines? They're gone. I'll give you the injector. But after that, I want you to leave. What do you plan to do now? Get that injector and install it. And then? I suppose you'll turn me over to the Klingons. I'll be... disemboweled with one of those nasty-looking swords of theirs. And you'll collect your 9,000 darseks. But it won't get you the Tezra back. What are you trying to say? The Klingons took your freighter, your livelihood... damaged your relationship with your other. And what do you get in exchange? 9,000 darseks. Doesn't seem like a very fair trade to me. What choice do I have? I told you, if I let you go, they'd kill me. Maybe not. Have you ever been aboard Goroth's ship? Twice. Why? T'POL ( muttering): Tiar merra... tiar merra... tiar merra... I beg your pardon? Let me out. You know I can't do that. The heat! It's unbearable! If I lower the temperature, the serum will start to congeal. I don't want your serum! Open the door! I assure you you're going to feel much better in just a few minutes. Open it! This will only take a moment. Your biochemical imbalance is growing worse. If we don't treat it now, the damage to your limbic system could be irreversible. You said it yourself, T'Pol. It could kill you! Stay away from me. One injection, that's all I ask. ( grunts) Very well. You're free to go. 4-2-8-6-4. That's the locking code. Denobulan medical ethics prevent me from treating patients against their will. 4-2-8-6-4! ( beeps denial) ( beeps denial) ( frustrated grunt) ( groaning) Phlox to the Bridge. Tucker here. You may want to evacuate D-Deck. She's still in this section. The doctor says she's irrational, so use caution. Yes, sir. Malcolm! ( eathing heavily) I need your assistance. We've been very worried about you, Subcommander. Let's get you back to the doctor. I can't return to the doctor. He's refusing to treat me. How long has it been? I beg your pardon? Since you've mated? I've seen the way you look at me... on the Bridge. Why don't we discuss this in Decon? My quarters would be more comfortable. Dr. Phlox was very insistent. ( grunts) Follow me, Subcommander. Tiar merra! Welcome! The Empire never forgets its enemies. Taka! What about my payment? 6,000 darseks. We agreed to nine. Did we? That's blood money, Skalaar. Hope you enjoy it. ( com beeps) We're being hailed, Commander. It's the Tellarite ship. What? Put him through. ( click) ( clicking) ( beeping) ( tumblers clicking) ( alarm blaring) ( groaning) ( grunts) I've got them. Bearing 226 mark 71. Set a course. Go to Tactical Alert. ( hatch opens) ( groaning) ( buzzes denial) ( buzzes denial) Where do you think you'll go, human?! There isn't a planet within 50 light-years! He won't get far. Drop out of warp. Should I charge weapons? No. I want him alive. I see him. 800,000 kilometers. What about the Klingons? They're closing in on him. They're charging weapons. Return fire! Deploy the grappler! They're not making it easy. Malcolm? I'm doing the best I can, sir. Their weapon ports are heavily shielded. Got it. Bring him in! Their weapons are down. The pod? Safe and sound. Launch Bay 2. Let's get the hell out of here. You'll be pleased to know the microbe's been eliminated from your system. Your premature mating cycle has ended. Did I do anything inappropriate? I've had patients treat me far worse. Did we? Oh, Denobulan males aren't comfortable discussing such topics. I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to anyone. I'd never violate a patient's privacy. Rough ride? What's the status of the Klingons? We damaged their port nacelle. They're limping back to Kronos. Where's T'Pol? Uh, she's in Decon with Dr. Phlox. What happened? It's a long story. ( com beeps) You're being hailed, Captain. I see you made it back safely. Do you think the Klingons know you gave me that lock pick? I don't see why they would. What are you going to do with your reward? I'm not sure. If you know of an old freighter for sale... I'll keep my eyes open. Be careful, Captain. It's likely the Klingons will double their bounty. I hope you won't be the one to collect it. No promises.
( eerie whooshing) ( power pulsing) It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Twice! Twice he's been captured, and twice he's escaped. Our Magistrate should never have shown him mercy. He should have been executed for his crimes. You had a simple mission, locate the rebels that Archer was harboring and return them to the Empire. But you failed. Archer made a fool of you. We are offering you a chance to regain your command and your honor. I will not fail. It has to be something pretty serious. What's going on? Captain wants to talk to us. About what? He's speaking to Admiral Forrest. It's the third time in the last hour. Well, something's obviously up. I can't remember the last time he asked me to join the senior staff for a iefing. Maybe it has something to do with the... ( door opens) There's been an attack on Earth. What do you mean attack? A probe. They don't know where it came from. It fired a weapon that cut a swath 4,000 kilometers long... from Florida to Venezuela. There may have been a million casualties. A million? We've been recalled. Did they say why? I didn't ask. It'll take a while to get back, sir. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. It's Admiral Forrest, sir. Understood. Set a course, Travis. Warp 5. ( door chimes) Come in. Excuse me, Captain. Trip? When you spoke to Admiral Forrest, did he say what part of Florida was hit? No, I'm sorry. ( softly): Ah, she may have been away. Architects take a lot of trips. Older or younger? My baby sister. When we were in school... I made sure all the boys in her class got a good look at me. None of them ever messed with her. Maybe she was away. ( clears throat) Anything you can tell me about what the Admiral said? The number of casualties has been revised. It's up to three million. Why would someone do this? ( door chimes) Come in. I spoke with Ambassador Soval. And? A Vulcan transport located the pod in Central Asia. They retrieved it and ought it to Starfleet Headquarters. What do they know? Very little. There was a pilot killed on impact. Who the hell was he? What species? They don't know. Did they say anything about what part of Florida was hit? No. Trip's sister lives in Florida. ( com beeps) Archer. Captain, we've got Suliban ships, eight of them, approaching at high warp. Just what we need. Tactical Alert. Hail them. They're not responding. Try again. The Captain! ( door opens) There's someone who needs to speak with you. Silik! I knew you'd have something to with this. Do with what? Millions of people... You killed millions of people! I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. That wouldn't be wise, Captain. What the hell am I doing here? There's someone who needs to speak with you. He has information you should find helpful. Don't worry, you won't be harmed. Information about what? Something to do with your species... it's in great danger. He can see you more clearly if you move closer. Who is he? He wants to talk to you. It would be foolish to ignore him. What do you want? Your planet was attacked. I'm aware of that. What you're not aware of is why. The probe was sent by the Xindi. They learned that their world would be destroyed by humans in 400 years. How would they know what's going to happen in 400 years? They were told by people from the future. People who can communicate through time. Are they the ones the Suliban are working for? The Suliban work for me. So you're the one who tried to start a civil war in the Klingon Empire. The one who's manipulated my mission from day one. The people who have contacted the Xindi belong to another faction. The probe was only a test. The Xindi are building a far more powerful weapon. When it is completed, they will use it to destroy Earth. Annihilate us before we can annihilate them. Why are you telling me this? The Xindi were not supposed to learn about their future. If they deploy this weapon, it will contaminate the timeline. You must not let that happen. Why should I believe you? You have no choice but to believe me. If this time traveler is trying to protect humanity, why didn't he tell you all of this before millions of people were killed? He didn't think we'd believe him. He's probably right. I'm sure Starfleet and the High Command will find a far more logical explanation of who attacked Earth. He may be telling the truth. If he is, I need your support, not your damn skepticism. Captain's Starlog, April 24, 2153. The journey home has been very difficult. We've now learned that over seven million people were lost. Captain. That's our sun. ( console beeping) A vessel's dropping out of warp. Where? 200 kilometers off port. Who are they? They've fired some kind of... That one took out both forward phase cannons. You still have torpedoes. It's a Klingon bird-of-prey. They want you, sir. They're saying they won't destroy Enterprise if you surrender to them. Archer's an enemy of the Empire. He must be ought to justice if honor's to be regained. Duras. Both their nacelles are crippled. Weapons? Their cannons are down. Cease firing. Prepare a boarding party. Three ships approaching. Earth vessels. Return fire! Shields are failing! Are they off-line? No, sir! Then keep firing! We've lost disruptor banks three and four. ( vicious yell) Withdraw! Go to warp speed. It's Captain Ramirez, sir, on the Intrepid. What the hell was that all about? A Klingon named Duras. He's not very fond of me. Welcome home, Captain. I wish it was under better circumstances. I told Command every word you said. They're having a hard time buying it. Do they have a better idea of who did this? And how about the Vulcans? I suppose you think I'm hallucinating. Our Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible. Are you willing to risk a second attack? All I'm asking is to take Enterprise and find these Xindi. What do we have to lose, a single starship? Seems like a small price to pay if there's one chance in a million that he's right. Do you know where these coordinates he gave you are? At warp 5, about a three-month trip. They're inside the Delphic Expanse. What's that? A region of space nearly 2,000 light-years across. Vulcan ships have entered it, but only a few have returned. Sounds like you're talking about the Bermuda Triangle. There have been reports of fierce and dangerous species, unexplained anomalies. In some regions, even the laws of physics don't apply. 20 years ago, a Klingon vessel emerged from the Expanse. Every crewman on board had been anatomically inverted, their bodies splayed open, and they were still alive. You'd be more than foolish to pursue this course of action. It's a risk I'm willing to take, and I imagine most of my crew would be with me. This is typical of your impulsiveness. You'd be putting your crew's lives at stake when you have no evidence that anything you were told is true. We've lost a lot of people already, Jon. Starfleet Command would need some kind of proof before they'd let you go. I'm not sure the person I spoke to... was from the future or not, but he knew this would be the reaction that I'd get. So... he did give me proof. Jon? This is quantum- dating the de is. Take a look. The principal alloy in this piece was synthesized within the last four years. This one, about a year earlier. What exactly are you trying to show us, Captain? 12 years for this piece. Your point, Jonathan? I'm getting to it. You might find this interesting. Your scanner's not working properly. Why is that, sir? The quantum date reads -420. What's wrong with that? Quantum dating always registers in positive numbers. Then I guess this one's not working, either. You said he told you this faction from the future could only communicate through time, so how do you suggest they got this component to the Xindi? I haven't the slightest idea. But that doesn't change what's on these scanners. This fragment's from the future. Unless you have another explanation. A lack of another explanation doesn't make your assumption correct. I'll speak with Command. I'd like to take a look in there. Are you suggesting this is a Xindi? I sure as hell would like to find out. This is Dr. Fer'at. I don't have a lot of time. What's up? The Vulcan research team detected traces of pyritic radiation in the alien de is. Why didn't Starfleet catch it? Some of our technology is still more advanced than yours. We're going to need to treat anyone who got close to the wreckage. Dr. Fer'at is here to determine the extent of your exposure. It shouldn't take long. Please have a seat. Have you experienced any nausea or dizziness? No. Numbness in your extremities? I feel fine. I was told that you think a piece of the wreckage came from the future. I know... Vulcans don't believe in time travel. Some of us do. Tell me, this time traveler you met, was he humanoid? How do you know about that? I was iefed before coming here. He seemed humanoid, but I couldn't see him that well. Have you encountered people from the future before? A number of times. Does this have anything to do with the radiation? I was just curious. It must be very difficult to have so many people question your story. Does it upset you? Doesn't help. But how does it make you feel? I told you, it doesn't help. I can sense some anger when you talk about this. It's kind of strange that a Vulcan would be so interested in my feelings. Just curious. Your exposure seems minimal. You'll require very little treatment. I imagine you must have felt very anxious after meeting someone from the future. Why would you imagine that? I'm afraid this examination is over. I'm nearly finished. You are finished. I just checked the Vulcan database. There's only one Dr. Fer'at listed, and he's not a pathologist, he's a psychiatric analyst. Soval sure is persistent. What did he want you to do, come back with proof that I'm out of my mind? You come to my Sick Bay under false pretenses? Where are your medical ethics?! I'm just doing what I was told to. Well, I'm telling you to get the hell off my ship. If you wouldn't mind, Phlox, I'd like you to escort our guest to the airlock. Gladly. I'm so sorry. The house was over there. Less than a kilometer. See over there? That was the old movie theater. When we were kids, if I didn't take my sister with me, she'd scream like a banshee. Are you certain she was here when this happened? Someone would have heard from her if she wasn't. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. After days of debate, Starfleet's finally informed me that we're to proceed with our new mission. The NX-02. She'll be ready to launch in 14 months. A long time. Hopefully you'll be back well before then. Hopefully. What kind of armaments will she have? The same complement of weapons that you'll have once the retrofit is done. Have you told your crew? This morning. How many are staying aboard? Some haven't decided yet, but... I don't think more than eight or nine will be leaving. I talked to General Casey a few hours ago. His team should be arriving at 1800 hours. I was surprised you asked for them. You think you'll be comfortable with the military on board? I don't have a problem with non-Starfleet personnel. The General tells me these are the best he has. I'm going to need all the muscle I can get when we cross into the Expanse. You weren't told where in this Expanse you were supposed to look? Not even a hint. This weapon they're building... did he say how long it was going to take them? I don't think he would have warned us if we didn't have a chance of stopping them. ( door opens, closes) Subcommander. Is there something I can do for you? Are you confident with your decision, Doctor? What decision would that be? To remain on Enterprise. Crewman Fuller just told me a shuttle's on its way with 200 snow beetles. They could be for my replacement. There isn't a doctor in Starfleet that would have the slightest idea of what to do with them. And, uh... what about you? The High Command has made it clear that they don't want me to enter the Delphic Expanse. I'm more interested in hearing what you want. It's not my place to disobey the High Command. Nonsense. You've done it before. It's interesting. You and I... the only aliens on board this vessel. To go or to stay. For me, it was a simple question of loyalty toward the Captain and the sad realization that he'll need me more than ever on such a crucial mission, but for you, it's a more difficult decision. Does your allegiance lie with the High Command or with Captain Archer? This just arrived, Doctor. Ah. Thank you, Doctor. ( Phlox chirping) Photonic torpedoes. Their range is over 50 times greater than our conventional torpedoes, and they have a variable yield. They can knock the com array off a shuttlepod without scratching the hull, or they can put a three-kilometer crater into an asteroid. How long is it going to take to reconfigure the tubes? Well, we've got three teams working on it. They promise me it'll be done before we leave Spacedock, but I've got to start integrating them into the power grid. Let's go. Is there going to be some kind of service? For Lizzie? If you're talking about a funeral, it's kind of pointless when there's nothing left. I guess I was talking about a memorial. My sister wasn't big on memorials. I read there was a day of remem ance for all the victims a couple of months ago. I'm sorry you missed it. Why are you so obsessed with memorials? I'm not obsessed. She's dead. So are seven million others. She was no more important than any of them. She was more important to you. There's nothing wrong with admitting that. I'm getting real tired of you telling me what I can and can't do. And while we're at it, I don't need you to remind me that Elizabeth was killed. So just let it alone. Maybe you should pay more attention to upgrading your weapons, so you can blow the hell out of these bastards when we find them. With all due respect, Admiral, what is the point of me watching this? Is it supposed to frighten me, make me change my mind about commanding this mission? It's important for you to see what you'll be facing. The Vaankara was in the Delphic Expanse for less than two days when we received a distress call. This transmission arrived six hours later. ( muttering and screaming) ( muttering and screaming continue) Less than an hour later, the Vaankara was destroyed. There was no indication of a malfunction or an attack. Are you suggesting the crew was responsible? I'm suggesting you reconsider this mission. Is there anything else, sir? I need to speak with you, T'Pol. If all goes well, you should be able to return to your duties on Earth within a year. That is, if you're still interested. You haven't been back to Vulcan for some time. You may find your assignment at the Ministry of Information refreshing. I don't understand why I can't stay in San Francisco. You've spent far too much time with humans. It would be best if you return home for a while. You thought it was crucial to place a Vulcan on Enterprise during its first mission. Why not now? You were there to provide logic to a crew of humans who insisted on leaving before they were ready, but logic can't help them inside the Delphic Expanse. Can you be certain of that? The High Command was quite specific. You're to return to Vulcan. I believe that should be my decision. This is not a matter of choice. Defying the High Command would mean immediate dismissal. You know that. Soval agreed to let us take her back to Vulcan if it's all right with you. It's not that far out of your way. How's that last refit team doing? Scheduled to be done by 0600. I could tell you... there are a lot of people counting on you. But I don't need to do that, do I? No, sir. Good luck, Jon. Have they gone to warp? Not yet. Charge weapons... and prepare to ing them on line. It's bad enough one of us is up in the middle of the night. How's Porthos holding up? If no people have returned from the Delphic Expanse, I doubt any dogs have. He must be doing better than we are. He's fast asleep. Have you picked a new Science Officer? No. You're gonna miss her, aren't you? When they first assigned her, I felt like strangling Soval. Ah, she does kind of grow on you. I would think you'd be the first one to show her to the airlock. Nah. ( sighs) To Henry Archer. I wonder what he would have thought if he knew his engine was going to help save the human race. When I got this job, commanding the first warp 5 ship was about as big a responsibility as I could have imagined. Then we began running into so many... bad guys, and I had to start thinking more about the safety of 83 people. And now the stakes have gotten a lot bigger. Weight of the world, Trip. Literally. I can't wait to get in there, Captain. Find the people who did this... And tell me we won't be tiptoeing around. None of that noninterference crap T'Pol's always shoving down our throats. Maybe it's a good thing she's leaving. We'll do what we have to, Trip. Whatever it takes. ( explosion) It's Duras. You've been wanting to test those new torpedoes. What yield? Start low. We just want to get them off our backs. What was that?! Antimatter warheads! Increase shielding and target their weapon ports. They're still on our backs, sir. Bring the yield up... 50 percent. I told you to target the weapon ports! Their hull plating's been enhanced! Our warp drive is failing. ( growls quietly) They're dropping to impulse. Stand down weapons, sir? How long will it take them to repair their engines? Impossible to determine. Give me an educated guess. Three hours, possibly more. What's our speed? Warp 3, sir. Go to 4.5. If we can make it to Vulcan space before they get their engines back, they'll think twice about giving us any more trouble. ( door chimes) Come in. Ensign Mayweather says we're two days from Vulcan. Why don't you sit down. Just think, in two days, you'll be eating real Vulcan food. Chef's done an adequate job of approximating Vulcan cuisine. Well, you... never did care for the way we smell. At least you won't have to put up with that anymore. I've gotten used to it. How about all those emotions we bombard you with every day? I've grown accustomed to that as well... somewhat. You're not making this easy. There's got to be something you're looking forward to back home. I don't wish to return to Vulcan. What? I want to remain aboard Enterprise if you'll allow me to. It's not a question of my allowing you. ( sighs) The High Command would never agree to it. I've decided to resign my commission. Why? You've worked so hard, T'Pol. You're taking Enterprise into a very dangerous place. This is no time for me to leave. We'll be all right. You need a Science Officer... whether she's a member of the High Command or not. I've been thinking about who to promote. You need me, Captain. ( door opens) Keeping away from those Klingons isn't going to be as easy as we thought. Sir? We're not going to Vulcan. Mr. Mayweather... set a course for the Delphic Expanse. Aye, sir. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've been traveling at warp 5 for seven weeks. The crew is anxious to begin our mission. Distance? Nearly a million kilometers. Looks a hell of a lot closer than that. A common mistake when viewing something of this size. Magnify. Not very helpful. It's not that dense all the way through, is it? The Vulcans said the Expanse is surrounded by thick layers of thermobaric clouds. When their last ship went in, it took them almost six hours to get through it. Anything on long-range sensors? Nothing beyond the perimeter. .2 impulse, Travis. Let's head in. Anything? Nothing yet. We've been in here for more than six hours. Let's be patient. We launched the communications buoy, sir. We got a test signal through to Starfleet. Keep them apprised of our position. Aye, sir. ( console beeps) Got something? Yes. Probably the buoy. Not unless you launched three of them. The targeting scanners won't lock on! Then get closer. I thought you said the Klingons wouldn't go into the Expanse! We're not in the Expanse yet. Hold your course. Go to full impulse. I wouldn't recommend that, Captain. The intake manifolds are having a tough enough time as it is. You heard me, Travis. They're keeping up with us, sir. ( alarm bleeping) We're being hailed! Put it up. Surrender or be destroyed. Go to hell! You're outgunned, Archer. Come about and prepare to be boarded. If you don't obey my orders, I'll... The perimeter cloud is dissipating. I'm detecting clear space ahead. That's why Duras wants us to come about. He's afraid of the Expanse. Increase speed, Travis. ( console beeping) The other ships are going to turn back. Cowards! We'll do it ourselves. We're too close to the Expanse! ( grunts) Only one left, sir. Keep firing. The Expanse is less than five minutes away. Maybe he'll turn around like his friends. I wouldn't bet on it. Your new torpedoes aren't having the same effect as last time. Duras has transferred his aft shields forward. Our weapons can't penetrate them. ( groaning) We just lost three antimatter injectors, Captain. Any more and we're in big trouble. If he's transferred his shielding forward, what's protecting his stern? Does it matter? He's chasing us. What's protecting his stern? Minimal shielding. You think you can pull off an L-4 at this speed? I can try, sir. Then look for the densest cloud formation you can find. Captain Archer to all hands, hold on! Captain. Looks good to me. Where are they? Fire. ( yelling) Nice going, Travis. I hope you don't ask me to do that too often, sir. ( sighs) The Expanse is ahead, Captain. Did you lose any more of those injectors? No, sir. We're good to go. Sure you still want to tag along? It's only logical. Straight and steady, Mr. Mayweather. Let's see what's in there.
Last time on Enterprise... There's nothing left. No buildings, no trees, no people. That's impossible. There were 3,600 colonists. The mission's been canceled. I can't believe you're letting them do this to us. You've waited all your life to command this ship. History never recorded the disaster. Someone violated the Temporal Accord... someone who doesn't want your mission to succeed. Are you telling me that Enterprise didn't cause that explosion? He ought me back ten months. But I knew everything I know now. How is that possible? The Suliban destroyed that colony. We're going back to get proof. Have your ships ing me Archer. Captain Archer is no longer aboard Enterprise. I thought he was smarter than this. He could have saved all your lives. It's targeting our warp core. You're in the 31st century, Captain. If inging me here caused this, then send me back. I'll take my chances with Silik. Y-You don't understand. The time portals... They've been destroyed. Everything's been destroyed. There's no way to send you back. And now, the conclusion. He's not on board. You must have sensors that can confirm that. You've lied to me before. If you don't tell me where he is, I'll have no alternative but to... Come see for yourself... or send your soldiers. You'll realize I'm telling the truth. Drop out of warp and prepare to be boarded. Security teams to Docking Ports 1, 2 and 3. This is Subcommander T'Pol. All security teams remain where you are. Are you crazy? How do we know how many Suliban are coming aboard? They could try to take over the ship. There are 30 armed vessels surrounding us. Unless I'm mistaken, their weapons are still targeting our warp core. Mr. Reed? So, unless you have a better suggestion... It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. If this place was destroyed as long ago as it seems to have been, then what are you doing here? You and your watchdog buddies don't exactly fit in with all this. You're thinking of time travel like we're in some H.G. Wells novel. We're not. It's far more complicated. There's no way for you to understand. Try me. Listen, I realize your little utopia is gone and I sympathize, but, if you're telling me the truth, if you've ought me 800 years into the future... Into this future... I think I deserve some answers. I don't have any answers. And you're right. I shouldn't be here. Which means you shouldn't be here, either, but you are. We are. We ought you here to protect the timeline. We did quite a job. What's wrong? It's gone. What's gone? The monument. It was right here... on the same street as the li ary. It was obviously never built. Why is that a problem? Who did it commemorate? Not who. Then what? An organization. A Federation. It doesn't exist for you, not-not yet. But it will? Fine. Keep your missing monument to yourself. Where's this li ary you were talking about? Uh, it should be right down there... if it was ever built. And even it was, it will be of no help. All the data is stored electronically. Books... made with paper. There aren't supposed to be books here. Well, there are. So, I suggest we use some of them to figure out what you did to the last thousand years when you ought me here this morning. They haven't been duplicated. Is he correct? Don't you believe your scanners? Is he correct? We didn't have time to make a copy. Leave her alone! Lower your weapon. If we find Captain Archer aboard this vessel, you'll all be... punished for lying to me. He's not here. Unless he's dead. But we did find this. Where? In that lift. It's an hour old, maybe two. When I saw him last, your Captain spoke of a Temporal Cold War. What was he talking about? Captain Archer believed Crewman Daniels was from the future, but if I recall... you killed him. What else? Nothing else. There's a temporal signature in your turbolift. What do you know of that? The last time we saw Captain Archer, he was entering that turbolift. Perhaps you haven't been lying to me. You, shut down all com systems and computer terminals with the exception of Engineering and the Bridge. Confine all of them to their quarters. If anyone resists... Understood. Hey! Under the circumstances, it would be best to do what he says, Commander. They're three days overdue. I told you, Ambassador, Archer said he was returning with proof that they weren't responsible for the tragedy on Paraagan ll. You also told me Starfleet had ordered him to deliver Subcommander T'Pol and his Medical Officer to the Vulcan ship D'kyr. They're three days overdue. The D'kyr has long-range sensors. Have they detected Enterprise? Captain Archer's negligence caused the death of 3,000 colonists. Your superiors instructed them to return to Earth. Their mission is over. They haven't followed those instructions. You didn't answer the Commander's question. Has your ship detected Enterprise? The D'kyr said they were joined by a number of other vessels. They're no longer within sensor range. What kind of vessels? They were at too great a distance to identify. Enterprise has ignored our hails and defied Starfleet's orders. I have no choice but to send the D'kyr in pursuit. Jonathan Archer doesn't report to you. No, he doesn't. But Subcommander T'Pol does. And since she would never comply with his present actions, I have to conclude that she's being held against her will. I know you don't think much of Archer, Ambassador, but he is not in the habit of kidnapping Vulcans. Fine. You send your ship. Whatever Archer's up to, I'm sure he's got a good reason. He knows what he's doing. Does he really? Have you cycled through the sub-temporal harmonics? He's never failed to respond before. Perhaps he's angry that we didn't return with Archer. Archer wasn't on Enterprise. Why isn't he responding? I need instructions. He said to destroy Enterprise if we couldn't ing him Archer. We should tow them out of the nebula and do it now. That temporal signature, it changes everything. If Archer was pulled through time, we need new instructions. Where is he? If he's angry with you, you'll be punished again. We should destroy Enterprise. Have the surgeons prepare, then ing me the Vulcan. I haven't found a single reference to this Federation you talked about. I doubt you will. Because that monument wasn't there? Because you weren't there. So I disappear one day and all history changes? I've looked through the 21st and 22nd centuries. Everything looks right, up until the Warp 5 Program. After that, nothing looks right. There were a lot of people involved in the Warp 5 Program. We didn't ing a lot of people here this morning. We just ought you. The Romulan Star Empire? What's that? Maybe you shouldn't be reading that. I don't get it. What could I have done that could have been so important? It wasn't just you. It was events you helped set in motion. This timeline... The one you say no longer exists... What can you tell me about it if my mission had continued? It would have led to others. And? Okay. What about this Federation? Was Earth part of it? Was I part of it? Silik wanted you, not the data disks. The people he answered to were more interested in capturing Jonathan Archer than in blaming Enterprise for the destruction of the colony. They obviously knew what role you were going to play in the months or years to come. By taking you away from the 22nd century, I caused exactly what I was trying to prevent. You've lost me. The only chance I have of restoring my century is by getting you back to yours. Sounds like you've got a chicken-or-the-egg problem. You said your time portals are gone... All your technology. There isn't even electricity here. You going to find a bicycle, turn it into a time machine? Maybe we don't need a time machine. Do you have your communicator? And my scanner. May I? The people the Suliban were working for came from about 300 years ago. They couldn't travel through time, but they did develop a way to send back images of themselves... To communicate through time. You can't do that with those. No. It's a little bit more complicated, but not much. We learned how to do it in high school. But we're going to need a few things that might not be too easy to find. What are we waiting for? Where is Archer? I don't know. Who are you working with from the future? The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible. Does Captain Archer agree with that opinion? It's not an opinion. Does Archer agree with that determination? Captain Archer believes Crewman Daniels comes from the future. But Daniels is dead. Captain Archer claims he saw Daniels two days ago. Your Captain is gone. Did Daniels take him into the past or the future? The Vulcan Science Directorate has determined that time travel is impossible. I can't be sure, but I think that's copper. Well done. I need you to unwrap it and pound it into small strips no more than a millimeter thick. Hello? Please repeat. I can't understand. I still can't understand you. Try modulating the sub-carrier wave. Malcolm, it's Can you hear me? Barely. You're going to need to boost the signal. Any better? Yeah. I thought the com was off-line. It is. I'm routing the signal through the EPS grid. I can talk to any doorbell on B-Deck. Are you all right? Same as you, I guess. Locked in tight. And the others? I can't get in contact with T'Pol for some reason and Hoshi and Travis are on C-Deck. Any thoughts about how we're going to get rid of these Suliban? One step at a time. The first thing I need to do is figure out how to tap into the door-coms on C-Deck. I'll get back to you. Sit tight. I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Any luck? I still have the spatial coordinates of Enterprise, but, without a quantum discriminator, it's going to be very tricky to contact the ship on the same day you left. I thought you built these things in high school. Where quantum discriminators were on every desk. Why is the same day so important? What would be wrong with making contact a week before I left or even a month before? I made the biggest mistake in the history of time travel this morning. I don't intend to make it any worse. This is Captain Archer. Can you hear me? T'Pol, this is Captain Archer. Can you hear me? I don't think it's working. I don't know where he is. You don't know where who is? Subcommander, this is Captain Archer. I'm having trouble understanding you. Captain Archer's gone. A temporal reading in the turbolift. I don't know where he is. Daniels ought me to the future. That's what the temporal reading was all about. Are you all right? Science Vulcan Directorate has determined that time travel is... not fair. Whatever you say. Just tell me, are you all right? We're all confined to our quarters. Where are you? I told you, in my quarters. No, I mean Enterprise. Where's Enterprise? There's a Helix out my window. T'Pol, listen to me. I need your help. You're going to have to find a way to get into Daniels' quarters. Do you understand me? You're on the ceiling. Why aren't you on a monitor? There's no technology where I am. I thought you said you were in the future. T'Pol, do you remember when I asked you to keep an open mind? Yes. There's a lot more at stake here than inging me back or the mission. I need you to listen to me very carefully. I need you to trust me. It won't work. We can only access the decoupling pins from outside our quarters. So if we can't pick the locks... what about the shafts that house the EPS conduits? They're adjacent to the air ducts. They were pretty much blocked off when the ship was completed. It would be too tight a squeeze. What's your definition of too tight? You or I couldn't get through them. Maybe a child, or... Or Hoshi? It's possible, but it would be difficult. What do you say, Hoshi? You willing to give it a try? Isn't there some other way that I can help out? Something that needs translating? You know how claustrophobic I am. There's no one else that can get through those crawlspaces unless we could reach Crewman Naiman. She's pretty small. There's no time. If this is going to work, we need to begin now. Ensign Sato? How far would I have to go to get to the doctor's quarters? 40 meters, maybe 45. Then how far to Lieutenant Reed's? It's not that far, Hoshi. You can do it. We need you to do it. Hoshi? Good guess. How are you holding up? Great. If you don't mind, I'd just like to get this over with. Good luck. Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it. Just get me a shirt. Third dimension... Timeline, timeline... First... second. Second and... What are you doing? First and third dimension... Stand up, Vulcan. Up! No! No! No! No! Stop! You certainly took your time. He had this pressed against my head. Had to be sure they were preoccupied. You positive you're willing to do this? It could get pretty ugly. I'm positive. You've got 30 minutes. Good luck. If they regain consciousness, don't hesitate to use these. Don't worry. Let's go. Did you think we wouldn't be watching Daniels' quarters? I guess I wasn't thinking. I guess you weren't. But you should be thinking now... Thinking about what will happen to you if you don't answer my questions. Are you thinking about that, Lieutenant Reed? Good. Now tell me what this is. What does it do? I don't know. What does it do? I don't know. Please! Yes? I was told to destroy it. I don't know what it does. Who told you to destroy it? Captain Archer... before he left. He didn't want you to find it. And why would that be? He thought you would use it to contact someone. I don't know who. I swear it! Have the Lieutenant returned to his quarters. Ready! Yes. Engineering. How did this happen? Engineering! What is it? The antimatter stream has been compromised. Shut down the warp reactor. Our engineers aren't responding. I've sent soldiers. Keep me informed. Yes? These humans are greater fools than I thought. They'd rather commit mass suicide than submit to us. Did you correct the problem? It's too late. The reactor's going to each. We can't endanger the Helix. Evacuate your soldiers and have Enterprise towed out of the nebula. There's very little time. Will you alert the tractor teams? You do it. I'm busy. Is that you? Can you hear me? Report, Ensign. The antimatter stream is back to normal. You may have overdone your pyrotechnic display. The scorching on the starboard nacelle is extensive. Well, I'll try to remember that next time we have to fake a reactor each. Cell Ships. 30 of them. 35. Approaching at high warp. Maintain your course and speed, Ensign. I've tried to reach you. I've tried for two days. I did what you told me, but Archer wasn't on Enterprise. There was some kind of temporal signature. I need instructions. I don't know how to operate this device. I need your help. You're an ugly bastard. I hear you, but I don't understand. Repeat what you said. Please. Repeat what you said. I said you're an ugly bastard. You try shape-shifting on me or pulling one of your chameleon routines and I promise you, Silik, I'll blow your head off. Has Enterprise left the nebula? Can you see? I've ought you Archer! He's here! Archer's here! There's no need to punish me. Where's my ship, Silik? They've left. They're gone. How many Cell Ships did you send after them? Silik! I don't know... 20, 30... Well, you're going to call them off. And then you're going to give me those data disks back. Now get up. My soldiers won't let you leave. Shut up! Get going! Hoshi, any sign of the Vulcan ship? Not yet. Hull plating on the port-aft quarter's down. Alter course ten degrees starboard. They're closing. The lead ships are overtaking us. Port hull plating's down. Ventral plating as well. Why'd they stop firing? Why waste ammunition? They have us surrounded. Are long-range sensors still operational? No Vulcan ship. Subcommander? I see them. Son of a bitch. He did it. One Cell Ship approaching aft. Stand down weapons. Open a channel. Enterprise to Suliban vessel. Go ahead, Enterprise. Good to hear your voice, Captain. Good to hear yours, too. I feel like I've been away for a thousand years. Is everyone all right? Lieutenant Reed suffered some minor injuries, but he's recovering in Sick Bay. Captain, I'm curious. Why didn't the other Cell Ships try to stop you? I know it's not standard Starfleet procedure, but I took a hostage. By the time he wakes up, we'll be long gone. Request permission to dock. Permission granted. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We've joined the Vulcan ship D'kyr. It seems that Starfleet and the High Command are eager to discuss the future of our mission. While your explanation of how you obtained these disks is somewhat implausible, it's obvious that Enterprise was not responsible for the destruction of the colony. It may see somewhat implausible to you, but... Please allow me to finish, Captain. In less than a single Earth year, you've engaged in armed conflicts with over a dozen species. You've escalated the conflict between my people and the Andorians, which included the destruction of one of our most sacred monasteries. You helped 89 Suliban escape from detention. You may claim to be on a mission of exploration. I, however, consider you reckless and irresponsible. A danger to the Quadrant. Regardless of the evidence presented here, I plan to advise the Vulcan High Command not to change its recommendation to Starfleet. Enterprise should be recalled. You guys have wanted to scrub this mission from day one. We proved to you that we didn't kill those 3,600 people, but you don't want to hear it! You're pathetic! That's enough, Commander. No one's more pleased than I am that Enterprise wasn't responsible for the tragedy. But Ambassador Soval's argument may be valid. Starfleet Command has a difficult decision to make here. When I was in my early 20's on a trip to East Africa, I saw a gazelle giving birth. It was truly amazing. Within minutes the baby was standing up... Standing up on its own. A few more minutes and it was walking, and before I knew it, it was running alongside its mother, moving away with the herd. Humans aren't like that, Ambassador. We may come from the same planet as those gazelles, but we're pretty much helpless when we're born. It takes us months before we're able to crawl. Almost a full year before we can walk. Our deep space mission isn't much different. We're going to stumble, make mistakes... I'm sure more than a few before we find our footing. But we're going to learn from those mistakes. That's what being human is all about. I'm sorry you can't see that. Your analogy is very colorful, Captain, but I question whether it addresses the consequences of your actions. The concept of learning from one's mistakes shouldn't be difficult for a Vulcan of your wisdom to understand, Ambassador. Our ancestors discovered how to suppress their volatile emotions only after centuries of savage conflict. You spoke of the destruction of the monastery. What about the Vulcan listening post that Captain Archer found there? I would hope that our people have learned from those events that using a sacred sanctuary to spy on others was a dishonorable practice, to say the least. I don't wish to contradict Captain Archer, but learning from one's mistakes is hardly exclusive to humans. Their mission should be allowed to continue. The Command Council will review the evidence and listen to what's been said here today. I'm sure they'll hear from the Vulcans as well. I'll let you know as soon as there's a decision. Good luck, Jonathan. All of you. Come in. I can't be certain, but Crewman Fuller might have seen me coming in here. She tends to be discreet. What can I do for you? I think you put it over the top. Forrest said none of the others could believe it when you went to bat for us, not to mention that little listening-post lecture you gave to Soval. You spoke to the Admiral? He woke me up in the middle of the night. Can you believe that? I assume with good news. I think you put it over the top. I still don't believe in time travel. The hell you don't.
Say when. When. I didn't know you drank wine. Under the circumstances, I'll allow myself a small indulgence. Make mine a large indulgence. To our Science Officer. It's been one year to the day since you officially joined our crew. Here's to many more. I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm simply carrying out my assignment. That's no small accomplishment, considering the previous record for a Vulcan serving on a human ship was two weeks. Ten days. I've been filling out your annual crew evaluation... Just a formality. I understand. The High Command has requested my evaluation of you. Just a formality. There's something in your record I've been meaning to ask you about. While you were stationed in Sausalito, you took a five-day leave. Yes? You went to an old mining town in Pennsylvania... Carbon Creek? Seems like an odd place to take a vacation. Vulcans don't take vacations. Then, if I may ask, why'd you go there? Is this part of my evaluation? Just curious. It was a personal matter. You had a personal matter in Carbon Creek, Pennsylvania? Trip, if she doesn't want to tell us... Seems a little unfair. We tell her plenty of stories. You'd like me to tell you a story? If it's a good one. I went to Carbon Creek because I wanted to visit the site of First Contact between humans and Vulcans. Then, you were about 3,000 kilometers off. That took place in Montana. Actually, it didn't. Every school kid knows that Zefram Cochrane met the Vulcans in Bozeman, Montana, on April 5, 2063. I've been there. There's a statue. In fact, the Vulcans visited Earth long before then. My second foremother was one of them. Your who? My mother's mother's mother. Would you like to hear the story? It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I can't compensate. The re-fusion pressure is still dropping. If our orbit decays any further, we'll be detected. They had gone to Earth to investigate the launch of its first artificial satellite called Sputnik. During their third week of gathering information about humanity, their impulse manifold began to malfunction. They had no choice but to attempt an emergency landing. Try to find an isolated area. Send a distress call to the High Command. 100 kilometers. Deploy the stabilizers. Our landing vector is too steep. Are you hurt? I don't think so. Captain. What are your orders? Why did the Vulcans keep this a secret? The incident is well-documented at the Science Directorate and the Space Council. On Vulcan? Of course. Hang on. T'Mir was your great-grandmother? I'd be the last person to question your math, but aren't you missing a few generations? Sputnik was 200 years ago. Don't forget how long Vulcans live. Right. Just how old are you? It's got to be in her record. Trip, that's classified information. Please. Go on. Their subspace transceiver was damaged in the crash. They had no way of knowing if their distress signal had even been transmitted. They'd used up their emergency rations within a week. After five days without food, their situation was growing desperate. Two life-forms. Fascinating. One of those creatures could sustain us for some time. Are you suggesting we eat it? It's logical to take extreme measures to survive. Even resorting to savagery? That may not be necessary. Our scans showed a settlement approximately six kilometers away. If we are exposed, we could contaminate their culture. And when they find our bodies after we starve, will that contaminate their culture? Better to leave them with a mystery than with three living aliens. We should at least investigate the possibilities. It's too dangerous. I'm willing to take the risk. Mestral. Remain here. How do you suggest we proceed? We'll need to disguise ourselves. We're here to find food, nothing else. We'll keep contact with the humans to an absolute minimum. If we must interact with them... I will speak. What is it? I believe you have that garment on... backwards. Prisoners? They don't appear to be restrained. More likely, laborers. It's hard to believe these people were capable of launching an artificial satellite. And he gets the sign. And... here's the pitch. Dixon hits a scorcher down the right field line. The first baseman makes a stab at it, but no. Ellis is charging hard from right field. He scoops it up and fires. It's gonna be close. There's a collision at the plate, but Wilcox hangs on to the ball, and Thompson is out! Some type of combat, no doubt. I believe it may be an entertainment. A communal gathering place. Do they have food? It appears so. Remember. I won't speak. In the arms that reach to hold somebody new My yearning heart keeps sayin' you're not mine My troubled mind... So please pick the treasure I have for you and me And take all the love... Another? Nah, I'll settle up. All right. I'm next. Currency. Yes. The paper appears to have value. Thanks, Billy. What can I get you? Do you have anything that doesn't require currency? You mean free? What ings you to Carbon Creek? We had an accident with our vehicle outside your town. Are you okay? We're fine. You folks married? No. We're... business associates. There's a gas station up the road. I'd be happy to give you a lift. No, thank you. Suit yourself. Anybody up for a game? Quarter a ball? I'll play. You better ask your mother, Jackie. Come on, Mom, we could use the money. Go on upstairs and do your homework. I'll ing you up some dinner. I'm up for a game. What are you doing? I told you not to speak to anyone. I can defeat him. You don't even know the rules. It's simple. I thought you didn't have any money. He doesn't. Well, sorry, pal. There's nothing in it for me. It's time for us to go. Wait a minute. We might be able to work something out. If you win, I'll pay up. If I win, your business associate has a drink with me. We accept your terms. We do not. The game is based on simple geometry. It wouldn't challenge a Vulcan child. No. We need their currency. What if you lose? I'll have to... socialize with him. Would you rather die of starvation? Tough eak. The number eight ball... in that pocket. Cryogenics. Do you suppose they've experimented with protein replicators? Why didn't you ask the merchant? You seemed willing to engage everyone else in conversation. I think that wine's gone to your head. What are you implying? Two Vulcans stroll into a bar, hustle a few games of pool and walk out with an armload of TV dinners. It sounds like an old episode of The Twilight Zone. If you're not interested in hearing the rest... Hold on, hold on. We didn't say we weren't interested. They realized they couldn't rely on gambling, so they took whatever employment they could find while they waited for a rescue vessel to arrive. But as the weeks passed, it seemed less likely that their distress call had been received and it became more difficult for them to avoid the humans. The test of a nuclear device is designed for tactical use in place of artillery. Zero hour was just after... Nothing like an atomic test to make your day. Doesn't it concern you? The bomb? It scares the hell out of me. I'd hate to see humanity destroy itself. That makes two of us. Want to shoot some eight ball? Jack... I've got a geometry midterm next week. It's good practice. Nice try, but there's better ways to prepare for a math test. Are you interested in mathematics? Oh, it's what I want to study at college. Mechanical engineering... if I get to go. You will. He got a scholarship. Only a partial one. It's still a scholarship and you worked hard for it. Everybody's been pitching in to help pay for his expenses... Books, room and board. You can shoot one rack and that's it. Your eak. This is the third time this week I've had to fix Mrs. Garrett's sink. Perhaps she enjoys your company. It might be tolerable if her son didn't insist on calling me Moe. Why does he do that? There is a comic actor known as a Stooge with that name. The boy believes we have similar hair. There is a resemblance. This is intolerable. I'm a warp field engineer. Then perhaps you can help me construct a subspace transceiver. I told you, it's impossible. If we remain here, we'll die. This world's on the ink of self-annihilation. I don't believe that. Because your fascination with this species is blinding you. You sit for hours each day in front of this idiotic device. I'm doing research. Perhaps if you spent more time observing human behavior, you might not have such a pessimistic view of them. Open your eyes. They revel in violence. They devote what little technology they have to devising ways of killing each other. So did we centuries ago. They just haven't realized their potential yet. What potential? They have great empathy and compassion. Look how we've been made to feel welcome. Only because they believe we're human. If they discovered the truth, do you think they'd be so compassionate? Where are you going? To the ship. Why? This antenna is inadequate. I believe I can use a waveform discriminator to enhance it. It'll be safer to go after dark. You can't risk being followed. I need to go now. I Love Lucy is on tonight. Hi. You're right on time. It was different than seeing it on television, more... invigorating. Well, there's another game next week if you'd like to go. Or we could do something else. Take in a movie? That would be enjoyable. Can I ask you a question? Yes. What are you hiding under that cap, a pointed head? You're not from Mars, are you? Oh, I-I-I didn't mean to make fun of you. I'm not offended. May I ask you a question? Please. What happened to your... mate? You mean my husband? Yes. He left a long time ago. Jack used to get letters from him every now and then. The last we heard, he'd moved to Phoenix. I was hoping he would help with Jack's college, but I guess we're on our own. I can understand why he wouldn't want to have anything to do with me, but... I'm sorry. I'm usually better at keeping a lid on my emotions. It's-it's not always easy. I know. Well, um... I'm due back at the Pine Tree. Will I see you later? Oh, I-I-I didn't mean to. I thought-I thought... Oh, God... Please, I was simply surprised. It was... very pleasant. Pleasant? Wasn't that an appropriate response? Well, it's been a while since I kissed a man, but, still, I was hoping it'd be a little bit more than pleasant. I did say very pleasant. We've got company. I should go. Thank you again. Waveform discriminator? I went to a baseball game in Doylestown. More research? Maggie invited me. I didn't think it would be a problem. Then why did you lie about it? Because I knew you wouldn't understand. You were engaging in intimate activity. I didn't initiate it. You're to have no further contact with that woman. You can't make that decision. I'm still in command. Command of what? Our mission is over. It's time to accept the fact that we may never leave this world. I was just going to play some pool. I didn't mean to bother you. Um... what are you doing? I was about to meditate. Really? Are you just trying to clear your mind? Or... reach a higher spiritual plane? I spend a lot of time at the li ary. Studying meditation techniques? Uh, different things. Uh, mostly about places I'd like to visit. Uh, like Tibet. The-the Buddhist monks there meditate every day. And in India, they've got these mystics called fakirs. Supposedly they can almost stop their hearts just by using willpower. You'd be surprised what a disciplined mind can accomplish. What else do you study at this li ary? Astronomy, um, literature. Sometimes I'll just pick a book off the shelf and start reading. What about you? What do you like to read? I have an interest in astronomy, as well. Oh, really? Did you know that, uh, minutes after dusk, when the sun is just right, you can see Sputnik with the naked eye. Maybe tomorrow I could show you. I've seen it already. It's amazing. Don't you think? Well, I'll let you get back to your meditating. It was nice talking to you. And you. Mestral! Hello. Hey! I got tickets to the ball game this weekend. It's a double-header. Tim's going, Gavin, Jack... Maggie. I'm afraid I can't. What's wrong with you lately? Maggie says you haven't even... Are you all right, Billy? Yeah. Why do you need us here? I'm looking for a particle weapon. The armory case. Help me find it. Why? There's been an accident in the mine. At least 20 men are trapped. It could take the humans days to free them. We can't interfere. They'll die. You'd let them suffocate... even if we could prevent it? What if they see the weapon? We'll be certain they don't. At best, these humans only live to be 60 or 70. Is it worth the risk just to extend their lives a few more years? We can't contaminate their culture. This has nothing to do with contamination. It has to do with compassion. Compassion... is an emotion. They're my friends, and I'm going to help them. Don't try to stop me. Yes. Proceed 22 meters, then turn right at the junction. Understood. In eight meters, you'll find a narrow opening near the ground that leads to an abandoned shaft. Can't get anymore guys down there, though. It's all right with three up there. Yeah. There's a stratum of quartz on the wall opposite the opening. I see it. Set your dispersal radius to seven degrees. Two more meters. How far? Approximately 30 meters. Here, over here. After rescuing the 12 miners, Mestral became something of a hero that day. Didn't people wonder how he got them out? I'm sure they did, but no one ever discovered the truth. Three months passed, and just as they had resigned themselves to the fact that, in all likelihood, they would never leave Earth... T'Mir. This is Captain Tellus of the Vulcan Survey Vessel D'Vahl. I am responding to your distress signal. We thought it wasn't transmitted. Your signal was received by a Tellarite freighter. It took them some time to forward it to the High Command. We're approaching the system now. Meet us at the crash site in three days. Understood. I hear you're leaving? That's correct. Where to? Home. Up north. I'm going to miss you. You're about the most interesting people I've met in this town. I'm sure you'll meet a lot of interesting people at college. I'm not going. What? Why not? We couldn't come up with the rest of the money. The deadline for the tuition's Friday, so... What will you do? Keep saving, I guess. Find a job. Mom doesn't want me anywhere near the mine, but that's where the work is around here. Can you try again next year for the scholarship? I'll reapply, but there's no guarantee. I'm sure they will offer it to you again. And if not, there's always the li ary. Still a lot of books I haven't read. Good luck up north. Carbon Creek's not exactly a... vacation spot, but... I hope you'll come visit us. Perhaps. He took those college boards... got the highest score of anybody in the county. It's not fair. So... you're the lady with the invention that's going to change the world. Morning. Jack?! Jack?! Didn't you terminate your employment? Yes... but I promised Mrs. Garrett I'd repair this suction device. It's unfortunate that you'll be leaving these people without experiencing one thing they have to offer. Such as... alcohol... frozen fish sticks... the constant threat of nuclear annihilation? There's much more to them. You just refuse to see it. I've seen enough. I haven't. I plan to stay here. If this is your attempt at humor... They're on the verge of countless social and technological advancements. I have the unique opportunity to study an emerging species. That's what you've done, much closer than we anticipated. Your duty is to return to Vulcan and report your findings. There's still more to learn about these people. All of them or just one? This has nothing to do with Maggie. She has helped me appreciate their culture, but I don't intend to remain in Carbon Creek. Where would you go? To one of their larger cities at first. After that, I'm not certain. There's so much to see. The High Command will never allow it. Tell him it's not possible. T'Mir? Perhaps I can arrange for you to be on the next survey ship. In another 20 years, running more statistical scans from high orbit? That's not enough. Where is your Captain? He was killed in the crash. There were four Vulcans aboard your vessel. Mestral died in the crash as well. We cremated their remains. Do you realize you've just rewritten our history books? A footnote, at best. Footnote? This is like finding out Neil Armstrong wasn't the first man to walk on the moon. Perhaps he wasn't. Oh... How long did this Mestral stay on Earth? The rest of his life, presumably. And that would be... what, another 100, 150 years? Possibly longer. An alien is left on Earth in the 1950s, lives through... what, 30 presidents? Travels the world, and no one notices him? And what happened when he finally kicked the bucket? Did the undertaker just... shrug and ignore his ears? You asked me to tell you a story. And it was a good one. But did it really happen? As I said, you asked me to tell you a story. Damn, Captain, she put one over on us. You did go to Carbon Creek. If you check my record, you'll note that I also visited Yellowstone Park and the Carlsbad Caverns. I'm a scientist... That includes geology. Thank you for the meal. Uh... my pleasure. You've certainly kept us entertained. Good night.
Come in. Good morning. Captain. Sleep well? Well enough. I wasn't sure what you wanted for eakfast, so I took the liberty of having Chef prepare his famous eggs Benedict. That will be fine, sir. You plan to eat standing up? This isn't a visit to the principal's office, Malcolm. At ease. Oh, thank you, sir. I just wasn't sure whether you called me here to discuss something. No. No business. I just wanted to have a long-overdue meal with my Armory Officer. Ah. I heard that England made it to the finals in the World Cup. I beg your pardon? The World Cup? Soccer? Oh. I'm afraid I don't much follow football, sir. Any sports you do follow? No. Not particularly. Thanks. You're welcome, sir. I've been working on the duty roster, sir. We only have two crewmen assigned to the Armory full-time. If we added a third, Ensign Tanner would be free to begin those upgrades to those torpedo launchers I told you about. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to ing your homework to the table? Sir? This looks fine. Archer. I'm sorry to interrupt, Captain, but we've detected an uncharted system along our present course. One of the planets is Minshara-Class. Take us out of warp. I'm on my way. Looks like we'll have to reschedule. Whenever it's convenient. After you, sir. Anybody home? It's uninhabited. What about geographical features? Anything interesting? There's a chain of volcanoes that spans an entire hemisphere. Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I could use some fresh air. Put us in a standard orbit. Aye, sir. Find a volcano with a gentle slope, preferably one that's not erupting. Prep a shuttlepod, Travis. We'll take shifts down to... It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Report! It was a thermokinetic explosion on the outer hull, port-forward quarter. Breaches on C-Deck... D-Deck. Bridge to Sick Bay. We need medical assistance. Acknowledged. Emergency bulkheads? They're in place, but eight subsections have decompressed. Was anybody in them? I can't tell, sir... not yet. Find out what happened. Malcolm! I'd give you an answer if I could, sir. The sensor logs aren't showing anything. All systems were functioning normally. Archer to Engineering. Captain, what's going on? I was hoping you could tell me. We've got plasma fires, an overload in the EPS grid, but whatever caused that explosion, I don't have a clue. Weapons fire? An asteroid? Nothing on our sensors. How are your people? A few bumps and uises, but we're all right. Keep me posted. Archer out. Any casualty reports? Figures are coming in, sir. 17 so far, including Hoshi. No fatalities. Get this man into the imaging chamber. What's happening? Are we under attack? I don't know. Doctor! Captain. Something just struck the ship. Starboard side... upper-aft quadrant. Can you get a visual? There. Just behind the secondary plasma vent. You see it? Some kind of cloaked ship? It's too small. I'm not reading any bio-signs. It's armed with tri-cobalt explosives. I think it's a mine. And judging by the firepower, something similar damaged our ship. Can you tell if it's active? No reason to believe it's not. Captain, it's lodged near Impulse Reactor 2. An explosion anywhere near there could disable Enterprise. What if we polarized the adjacent hull plating? We don't know how it's triggered. Somebody has to go out there and defuse it and it should be me. I have the ordnance training. I've never heard of a minefield with just two mines. Are the quantum beacons still mounted on the grappler arm? I believe so. Lower them into position, then modify the viewscreen. Activate the beacon. They were designed to penetrate Suliban cloaking devices. I'll try shifting the phase variance. Lieutenant Reed to the Bridge. I've opened the outer hatch. Wish me luck. I'm detecting something in the gamma spectrum... Phase variant .0075. Its surface is pockmarked. Probably micrometeorite impacts. Seems to have been in orbit for some time. The spikes are magnetic. Two of them have locked onto the hull. Stand by. I'm going to run an internal scan. There are proximity sensors... but they appear to be off-line. It looks like the mine doesn't think it's hit anything. I believe I've found an access panel. I'm going to try and remove it and get a look inside. How bad is it? I can't really tell until we can get into the decompressed sections, but I imagine it's pretty ugly. I've got one piece of good news. I did a head count... We didn't lose anyone. Trip, I'm not sure Malcolm's going to be able to defuse this thing. Couldn't we just detach that section of hull plating? Let it drift away? We'd have to reroute some EPS conduits. There's about 300 bolt couplings. It could be done. How long? Three or four hours. But I wouldn't recommend it, sir. We'd be exposing a good piece of the impulse manifold. Get a team started. I'll consider it a last resort. I'm removing the panel. The arming mechanism's extending. Captain. We see it, Malcolm. Ever see a ship like that? No. It's deflecting our scans. Why didn't the beacons let us see through its cloak? Perhaps the mines use a more primitive cloaking system. Sir, they're hailing us. Uhn Kan'aGANNA! Tehca zuhn ruga'nokTAN! Uhn Kan'aGANNA! The translator's not locking on. Tehca Zuhn! NeeMASTA kan'aGANNA uckWAZTA! Archer to Sick Bay. Yes, Captain. Is Hoshi in any shape to return to the Bridge? It's urgent. I'm afraid not. She suffered a rather severe concussion. Understood. Tell them I'm on my way. You'd be of little help in your present condition, Ensign. KUHN'UKCHTACHT zuhn VOCKWADAI! Any luck? Not yet. They're charging weapons. They missed our starboard nacelle by less than 20 meters. Not a very subtle warning shot. BAR'AK T'STU ANNANKANA! Can you get us out of here? The orbits of those mines are pretty erratic, sir. It's going to be tricky. We'll give you whatever help we can. Bridge to Lieutenant Reed. Go ahead. Our friends seem to be anxious for us to leave. We're going to eak orbit nice and slowly. Understood. If you plan to go to warp, sir, you'll let me know? I'll try to remember. Maneuvering thrusters only. Aye, sir. Activate the beacon. Our friends just vanished. That doesn't mean they're not still close. Lieutenant Reed to Bridge. Go ahead. I've identified four separate detonation circuits. If I can isolate them in the proper sequence, I should be able to deactivate the mine. It'll take some doing. And to be honest, Captain, it's only a theory. How good a theory? The closest thing I'm familiar with that this device resembles is a Triton-class spatial torpedo. I've disarmed at least half a dozen of those. I believe I can do it, sir. I've got Trip working on a backup plan, but I'd prefer not to use it. Right now, you're our best bet. Be careful, Malcolm. I see it. Bridge. Go ahead. Another one of those spikes I told you about. What about it? It just magnetized itself to the hull. Is there a problem? On its way... it went through my leg, sir. I'm on my way, Lieutenant. The Bridge is yours. Captain, I should be the one to go out there. I'm the engineer. That's why I need you here, Trip. You'll have to wait in line for my osmotic eel to cauterize your wound. He's getting quite a workout today. Doctor... Ensign... They need a translator. I should be at my post. I realize you're anxious to help, but you wouldn't make it to the turbolift. If you'd like, I could have them ing the com-logs here. Thank you, Doctor. Thought you might need a hand. Actually... I'd prefer a leg. Let's see what we can do with the one you got. Could have been worse. It missed the bone. And it looks like the pressure from the spike is keeping the wound from bleeding too much. You'll be in Sick Bay in no time. These should cut right through it. Actually, sir, I wouldn't do that. My scans show detonation circuits inside the spikes. I would consider letting you amputate, but if Chef got hold of it, he'd be serving Roast Reed for Sunday dinner. Just give me something for the pain and I'll do my best to reach the access panel. Not without doing more damage to that leg. What's more important... My leg or your ship? I intend to save both. I don't see how. The backup plan I was telling you about... I asked Trip to prepare to detach this section of hull plating. Seemed like a good idea at the time. It's still a good idea. Not with you attached to it. I hope that's an anesthetic. Phlox's own recipe. Please, sir, may I have some more? I don't want you too sedated. I'm going to need your help. Someone's got to defuse this thing. You're going to talk me through it. With all due respect, Captain, disarming mines is extremely delicate business. I'm trained for it... you're not. I'm a quick study. It's too dangerous. In case you haven't noticed, Lieutenant, we're sitting about five meters from an impulse reactor. I'm not leaving till we take this weapon off-line. Sir... The way I see it, you don't have much choice. You're sort of stuck here. So, would you let me get started? I hope you've got a steady hand. They're ordering us to leave their system immediately or they'll destroy us. Charming. Could you figure out a way to compose a message back explaining we're going as fast as we can? I can try. And their next message? They say they've annexed this planet in the name of something called The Romalin Star Empire. Romulan. It's pronounced Romulan. Romulans? I read about them when I was with Daniels. What'd you find out? Not much. Just the name. He wouldn't let me see anything else. T'Pol? They're rumored to be an aggressive, territorial species, but the Vulcan High Command has never made direct contact with them. Ensign Sato's translation says that they're demanding that we withdraw from this system immediately. That's going to be a little tough to do at the moment. Is there any way you can explain our situation? She believes she'll have a reply prepared within the hour. How's it going out there, Captain? We've taken two of the detonation circuits off-line. Three more to go. Keep me posted. The next one's going to be tricky. Do you see the Y-shaped components surrounding the circuit? There's six of them. Right. Those are timing relays. You'll have to rotate each one counterclockwise 70 degrees. But it has to be done in the proper order. I'll guide you through it. Start with the relay to your upper right. One centimeter... and then turn it 70 degrees counterclockwise. Good. Now pull it out, slowly. Be careful not to touch the housing. Well done. Now complete that set on the diagonal. So, where were we? Sir? This morning at eakfast, before we were interrupted. You said... you didn't follow any particular sport. Well, I'm afraid I haven't started following one since eakfast, sir. Now, go to the relay top-center. But watch that one. I believe it may be damaged. It'll need some extra torque to deactivate it. How about hobbies? Any hobbies? No, not really, sir. I could've sworn I've seen you reading a book or two in the Mess Hall. Sir... do you really think that this is the appropriate time for a chat? It helps me focus. It calms my nerves. Well, it isn't calming mine. Sorry. It made you a little nervous this morning, too, didn't it? Why is that? If you must know... I was honored to be asked to sit at your table. I just wasn't entirely comfortable having a casual meal with my Captain. I was trained not to fraternize with superior officers. Never too late to learn. Frankly, sir, from my point of view, that kind of socializing has no place on a starship. I had a C.O. once, felt the same way. They're your crew, not your friends. I thought about that a lot... when I took this command, but then I realized this is not your typical mission. We could be out here for years. All we have to depend on... is each other. There are two left. Top left first. I appreciate your suggestions, Malcolm. Anything else? Well... since you asked. Bridge protocols have become somewhat lax. Too many people offering opinions. We're here to carry out your orders, sir. You're the Captain. What's the point of having a senior staff if they just sit around with their mouths shut? I'm glad they have opinions. I rely on them. Ahh... Keep going. And in the area of security, I sometimes think you could show a little more... caution, sir. I'm aware of your concerns in that area. Not to say that it hasn't been a privilege to have served with you. Uh-uh. Sir? You're talking in the past tense, Lieutenant. Now... reinsert all six relays. But in the reverse order. You're doing fine, sir. Thanks. You've earned yourself a eak, Travis. Ensign Hutchison can cover the helm for a while. Thank you, sir, but I'd prefer to stay at my post. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're clear of the minefield. Maintain course and speed. Understood. This last detonation circuit has an added attraction. I'm seeing something that looks like a backup arming mechanism. We'll have to fool the circuit into thinking it's still on line. How do we do that? There's a hyperspanner... in the equipment case. Take out its power cell and strip off the casing. You must have realized this wasn't going to be your typical armory posting. That my command style lacked a certain... spit and polish. It was obvious... if you don't mind me saying so. Strange. What's strange, sir? I understand you came from a long line of Royal Navy men. Your father, your grandfather... Why pick Starfleet? Why not continue the family tradition? God knows I tried. What happened? I'll need a circuit probe. So, what happened? I was raised on the water. I knew how to handle a boat before I could ride a bicycle. Studied all the great naval battles... I don't know. I suppose I thought I'd just grow out of it. Grow out of what? Aquaphobia. You're afraid of the water? More precisely, afraid of drowning. So instead of a life on the sea, you chose a life in the vacuum of space? I had a great-uncle who suffered from the same problem. But he faced his fears. Joined the Navy, had a distinguished career. All you have to do... is attach it to the cylinder on your upper right. It's working. Start with the topmost component. Use the caliper to lift it a few millimeters and then turn it clockwise 360 degrees and then gently reinsert it. He was something of a hero to me... my great-uncle. The one with aquaphobia? Indeed. He signed up with the submarine service. Talk about facing your deepest fears. He was a ave man. Wasn't long before he'd worked his way up through the ranks. Made Chief Engineer on the HMS Clement. Do you know the story of the Clement, sir? I don't think... I do. Good. Now, the other five components... repeat the same process on each one, counterclockwise. You were telling me about the Clement. They were on a routine patrol... when they had an accident. Now, there's a beautiful irony for you. They hit a mine... left over from some world war. There they were, trapped underneath an ice shelf, several compartments flooding, including Engineering. Can you imagine? My great-uncle... the man afraid of drowning. The ship was sinking... losing power. According to his Lieutenant, my great-uncle sealed himself in the engine room and kept the reactor on line long enough for his crew to make it to the escape pods. He went down with his ship. He did what he had to do... to save his crewmates. I appreciate what you're trying to tell me, Malcolm, but I was hoping... you'd be able to save your heroics for another time. I just want you to know, sir, that I am prepared. Got you. If we're not able to defuse this mine, the safety of the crew has to... I said I heard you, Lieutenant. I'm afraid we have another problem, sir. What? What is it? I need to use the bathroom. I won't tell a soul. In my EV suit, sir? Sir! We're being hailed. You've ignored our warnings. We were unable to translate your language until a short time ago. We're trying to defuse a weapon lodged on our hull. I'm well aware of your situation. Our scans show you're prepared to detach the hull segment surrounding the mine. Complete the procedure and leave this system immediately. We've got a man trapped out there. Don't your scans show you that? One crewman. You have 82 others safely aboard. Jettison the hull segment and leave. We will not tolerate espionage. T'Pol, report. They're demanding that we jettison the section of the hull plating and leave. They scanned us, Captain. They know we're ready to detach it. I'm defusing the last detonation circuit. Stand by. It's rearming. Reset that last component! Quickly! Lieutenant? When you deactivated that final circuit, it triggered a sub-detonator. How can we get to it?! We can't. It's too deep inside. We'd have to dismantle the entire mine. Captain, those heroics we spoke about... I think it may be time. You've done all you can, sir. For what it's worth, you'd make a fine Armory Officer. Show me that sub-detonator. I'd prefer a burial at sea if I'm not completely vaporized. I thought you were afraid of the water. Your scanner, Lieutenant. I told you, sir... there's nothing we can do. We'll dismantle this thing piece by piece if we have to. That'll take days. My schedule's open. And these Romulans... They don't seem like the patient types. The longer we stay in this system, the more likely they're going to attack. As much as I appreciate all your efforts, you have to detach the hull plating. It's the only option. I'm not about to leave one of my crew behind. You're putting Enterprise at risk. We're wasting time. Help me figure out a way to get you off of here. That's an order. What the hell are you doing? Great. If I were the kind of captain you think I should be, I'd bust your ass back to crewman. Begging your pardon, sir, but if you were that kind of captain, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You'd have cut me loose by now. I'm not going to do that, Malcolm. When we triggered that sub-detonator, why didn't the mine explode right away? How many seconds went by before I rearmed it? Sir? How many seconds? I don't remember. Ten, maybe 12. It felt more like 20. Ten, 20... what's the difference? If it had exploded... how big would the yield have been? Judging by the damage the first mine caused, I'd guess about a quarter of a kiloton. What are you getting at, sir? How close is your team to finishing? They're down to the last few couplings. What's going on out there? We're going to detach the plating. I'm sure you did everything you could, Captain. I'm going with him. Could a shuttlepod hatch withstand a quarter- kiloton blast? Depends how close it was. 20 meters, maybe 25. Yeah, they're reinforced with duritanium alloy. They can take a hell of a beating. What do you got in mind? I need two shuttlepod hatches. Have them ought up here on the double. Sir? On the double. Captain, I assume there's no point in my questioning your plan. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We're ready. See you soon. Hang on, fellas. 600 meters. Another hundred ought to do it. Subcommander. Hail them. No response. They're charging weapons! Polarize the hull plating. I'll do what I can, but keep in mind, we're missing some of it. It's rearming! That's it. Let's go. Now, Malcolm! Enterprise to Captain Archer. Captain, respond. Maybe their transmitters were knocked out in the blast. Travis? I see them. Bearing 213 mark 4. Closing in. Open the doors to Launch Bay 2. The Romulans are locking weapons! Bridge to Dr. Phlox. Go ahead. Meet us outside Launch Bay 2. They're targeting our engines! A hundred meters more. Fifty. I've got them. Sealing Launch Bay doors. Go to warp, Ensign. Are you all right? Uh-huh. All things considered. If I may say so, sir... your style of command does have its advantages. So, how long was it? I counted ten seconds. Ten? It was more like 20. Respectfully, sir... it was ten. I'm not going to argue with you, Malcolm. It was 20. That's an order.
Captain's Starlog, supplemental. It's been almost four days since the incident in the Romulan minefield. Repair teams have been working around the clock. Nerves are definitely frayed. It's incredible we're still in one piece. If that mine had hit another meter to the left... We can't polarize the port bow plating until those eaches are sealed. What's your guess? Assuming we can find some tritanium alloy... three or four months. And with this kind of damage, the best I can give you is... warp 2, maybe 2.1. In other words, we're... a decade away from Jupiter Station. What about the transceiver array? The subspace antenna's damaged. All we've got is short-range. We've answered enough calls for help over the past year. It's time someone returned the favor. You serious? Archer to Ensign Sato. Go ahead, sir. I want you to get started on a... general distress call. Assistance required... minor repairs. Don't go into too much detail. Understood, sir. Archer out. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. You're killing me! Push, Lieutenant. Two more seconds. And rest. It can't be ethical to cause a patient this much pain. It's unethical to harm a patient. I can inflict as much pain as I like. A positive attitude is vital to the healing process. The more you complain, the longer your recovery is likely to take. When will I be able to return to duty? Another week, possibly two. Two weeks?! Attitude, Lieutenant. The wound might heal faster if you'd allow me to apply a few more Regulan bloodworms. Oh, you're not putting any more of those things inside my leg. You still haven't found the last one. He'll come out on his own... eventually. Did you hear that? I don't believe it. Trip told me he fixed that squeak. Go ahead. Captain, we're receiving a response to the distress call. It's a Tellarite freighter. Put them through. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. Thank you for responding. How may we be of assistance? We need help in repairing some hull damage. If you can rendezvous with us, we'd be happy to discuss... Enterp... schedule won't permit... Signal is... I'm sorry, sir, they're barely within range. Can you repeat? Transmitting coordinate... repair station at... Sounded like he said repair station? We have received a set of coordinates. What do you know about these Tellarites? They're not the most agreeable species, but they're usually trustworthy. The coordinates are three and a half days away at warp 2. I think it's worth a look. Aye, sir. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We need to make some repairs. I was told you might be willing to help us. We'd be grateful for any assistance you could offer. Please respond. Nothing. Bio-signs? None that I can detect. Maybe it's abandoned. We might be able to board it... salvage some of the materials we need. Doesn't seem that Enterprise could fit inside those docking berths. What's it look like inside? I'm detecting a liquid helium atmosphere. The temperature's 270 degrees below zero. A biomolecular probe. Sir... It's reconfiguring to fit the saucer section. The liquid helium is being replaced by a warmer oxygen- nitrogen atmosphere. Still no response to our hails. It appears an invitation's been extended. They need to work a little on their hospitality. I don't see that we have a lot of options. Take us in. They've isolated every hull each, every damaged system... I'll be damned. We scratched the hull right there, a year ago. I bumped it with the inspection pod, remember? I thought I told you to have that repainted. Well, I was getting around to it. Everything's in English. The ship wasn't the only thing they probed. I think that's Malcolm. That's where his left leg was injured. This facility may have the technology to repair Mr. Reed, as well. The analysis of your vessel is complete. Select a method of compensation to begin the repair process. Who am I speaking with? Your inquiry was not recognized. Is there someone here I can speak with? Your inquiry was not recognized. I don't think there's anyone back there. Perhaps the station's automated. Are you saying you can repair all our systems? Select a method of compensation to begin the repair process. We can give them either three warp coils, five deuterium injectors or 200 liters of warp plasma. I wouldn't recommend giving up any hardware we can't replace. Plasma? I think we can spare it. If we agree to these terms, how long will the repairs take? Time to completion: 34.2 Earth hours. I'm telling you, the boys at Jupiter Station would take three months. It's a fair exchange. Select a method of compensation to begin the repair process. Compensation will be due when the repairs are completed. Your vessel will then disengage immediately. All personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction. Look at this. It's the repair schedule. Transmit it to Hoshi and have her inform the crew. Enterprise to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Some kind of mechanical arms are being attached to the outer hull. It's all right, Travis. Stand by. The recreation facility is now available to all personnel. Enjoy your visit. If this their idea of a recreation facility, we might want to ask for our plasma back. A matter-energy converter. It could be a transporter. An awfully small one. I believe it's a molecular synthesizer of some kind. Similar to a protein resequencer, but far more advanced. Water... cold. I saw a similar device on a Tarkalean vessel. It was capable of replicating almost any inanimate object. If we had one of these in Engineering, we could make all the spare parts we need. I wonder what else is on the menu. One pan-fried catfish. Smells like the real thing. Well? Not bad. I doubt there's a catfish within 130 light-years. Its genome is stored in Enterprise's computer, as is the recipe. The station evidently scanned our database. It would have been nice to have been asked. I can only imagine what else this thing knows about us. Captain, you've got to try this. Thanks, but I'll stick with whatever Chef's serving. I'll be on the Bridge. Hmm. Are you sure this thing knows what it's doing? That's the third time you've asked. You didn't answer me the first two times. It's remarkable. Your cells are regenerating at an exponential rate. Do you see how it's using a cytokinetic enzyme to stimulate the cell division. Lovely. I could certainly use a device like this. Perhaps the Captain could negotiate a trade of some sort. The tissue is completely healed. Even the scar is gone. Try standing up. Any pain? None. Come in. Repairs are currently underway on C-Deck. Work on Launch Bay 1 is scheduled to begin at 2200 hours. They even fixed the squeak in the floor. I was starting to wonder if we had a gremlin under the deck plating. A mythical creature. British pilots used to blame them for problems they couldn't explain. Perhaps I should scan for one. That won't be necessary. Is Trip happy with how the repairs are going? He says they're exceeding Starfleet specifications. That's good to hear. Anything else? If I may make an observation? Go ahead. You seem troubled. Guess I need to do a better job at repressing my emotions. These repairs are one hell of a bargain at only 200 liters of warp plasma, don't you think? Not every culture is based on the acquisition of wealth. The station's builders could simply have been interested in helping others. What happened to them? They could have at least left a message. Thanks for stopping by. Perhaps they prefer anonymity. Don't you find that a little suspicious? I know you don't put a lot of faith in your feelings, but... I've learned to trust mine. Something doesn't smell right. Honestly, I started to feel a little sorry for the Doctor. There wasn't anything for him to do, but stand there and watch this thing work. I know how he must have felt. I saw an entire transtator assembly replaced in 15 minutes. It would have taken my crew a week. With this kind of technology, Starfleet could build ships that maintain themselves. They wouldn't need Chief Engineers. Or Tactical Officers. A starship without a Tactical Officer? I can't say I see the point. You'd think a computer that can do all this would have to be pretty big. Our computer's the most advanced in the fleet and it's three decks high. Well, I suppose you're right. So, where is it? I don't follow. I ran a scan of the station a few hours ago. These are the docking berths. We're here. This is the diagnostic room. Well, that compartment's the only place it could be. And it's barely half the size of this one. A machine capable of billions of calculations every nanosecond and it can fit inside the proverbial ead box. Hmm. I'd love to get a look at that. Well, you could always ask. I tried. Your inquiry was not recognized. Well, I guess that's that. Not necessarily. This cooling duct... runs all the way to the center of the station. I saw an access port in one of the corridors. This computer might not take kindly to people... snooping around. I haven't seen any no trespassing signs. We're explorers. Where's your spirit of adventure? I left it in a Romulan minefield. Almost... Got it. If the Captain learns about this, we'll both be scrubbing plasma conduits for a month. Mayweather. Travis, it's the Captain. Would you mind coming down to Launch Bay 1? I thought that section was off-limits, sir. Not anymore. I could use a hand, Ensign. Aye, sir. Are you sure this is the right direction? Evening, Subcommander. Captain? Hello? Hello? Do you know how stupid that little stunt was? You could just have easily been transported out into space. You're senior officers. You're supposed to be setting an example for the rest of the crew. It was my idea, sir. I think Lieutenant Reed is old enough to make his own decisions. You've made it clear to me that you think discipline aboard Enterprise has gotten a little too lax. I'm beginning to agree with you. You're both restricted to quarters until further notice. Dismissed. Yes, sir. Aye, sir. Hold on. Did you notice anything interesting when you were in there? Depends on what you mean by interesting. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Go ahead. You're needed in Launch Bay 1 immediately. What happened? He's dead, Captain. The subcutaneous burns are consistent with an isolytic shock, but I can't be certain until I perform a full postmortem. I'll keep you apprised. It looks like he was trying to tap into the EPS grid when this relay overloaded. Why the hell would he come down here during his off hours and start tampering with the power systems? I don't get it. Travis would have checked with me before doing any maintenance. Did you notify the crew that this section was off-limits? Yes. Well, apparently somebody didn't get the message. What time did he go off duty? 1800 hours. Malcolm and I saw him on the station about a half an hour later. He was having dinner with Hoshi. Talk to her. See if he said anything about this. And go over the com logs. I want to know if he talked to anyone else. It might be a good idea to check his quarters, as well. Post a security detail outside every section that's under repair. Aye, sir. A member of my crew is dead. We don't know what happened. Your inquiry was not recognized. My Helmsman... was killed in Launch Bay 1. We think it happened while that section was off-limits. All personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction. We're aware of that. You must have some... kind of record of what happened. All personnel are required to vacate areas that are undergoing reconstruction. I need to talk to a person. Someone who can access your database and tell me what happened. Your inquiry was not recognized. Who built this station? What species? Your inquiry was not recognized. What species?! Any damage to these facilities will be charged to your vessel. Computer, begin recording. Subject's name: Ensign Travis Mayweather. Human male, weight: 72 kilograms, age: 26 Earth years. Far too young to be on this table. Cellular decay suggests that death occurred at approximately 23:30 hours. Preliminary cause of death: ventricular fi illation induced by an isolytic shock. The vascular system appears to have functioned as a conduit for the discharge. The musculature shows extensive necrosis along the conductive pathway. There are subcutaneous burns over approximately... 12 percent of the body. The right phalanges and metacarpus exhibit signs of multiple thermal fractures. Computer, pause. Ensign? This is not an ideal time. I wanted to say good-bye. You may find this disturbing. I've seen a body before. 15 of them on that alien ship. It's different when it's someone you know personally. I was hoping it was another one of his practical jokes. Travis called me down to Decon a few weeks ago. He said that he ought some kind of gelatinous life-form aboard. He said it might be sentient. That the Captain needed me to figure out how to communicate with it. Hmm. I don't recall that. There was no life-form. It was only strawberry gelatin. I told him I was going to get him back. I'm sorry. It might comfort you to know he felt very little pain. An isolytic shock instantly impairs the, uh... the nervous... That's odd. What? They're dead. All of them. Excuse me, Ensign. Anything? No. It doesn't look like Travis used the com system last night. Crewman Hayes says she passed him on his way to the Launch Bay, but they didn't speak. She said he seemed to be in quite a hurry. What's this? It's a letter... to his sister. It was on the monitor when I came in. I'm afraid there isn't much here. You mentioned something about canceling eakfast with him. That was... last week. I had to... postpone it. Have we been able to locate his parents? Subcommander T'Pol's working on it, but it could take some time. Cargo ships aren't always easy to track down. Archer. It's Dr. Phlox, Captain. I need to see you right away. Did you find something? As a matter of fact, I did. This is not Ensign Mayweather. What? It's a nearly perfect replica. I've never seen a life-form duplicated in such extraordinary detail from its epidermis down to its cellular proteins. This is remarkable work. If it's so perfect, how do you know it's not him? Do you recall what happened to Crewman Fisher last month after our visit to Tessik Prime? He came down with Rigelian fever. I inoculated the entire crew to prevent an out eak. Would you mind rolling up your sleeve? The vaccine contained millions of genetically altered microbes. Most of them are still in your bloodstream. They typically survive for, oh, at least several weeks. Every one of the alien microbes in this body is dead. Couldn't they have been killed by the isolytic shock? These microbes thrive on isolytic energy. If anything, they would have multiplied. I believe that someone or something has abducted Ensign Mayweather and left this facsimile in his place. Apparently bulkheads aren't the only thing this station can replicate. It's ironic, in a way. The station can duplicate a dead human body in all its exquisite detail, yet a living, simple one-celled organism is beyond its capability. I've located Ensign Mayweather's parents. We'd better hold off. Their son may still be alive. You and Trip managed to get pretty far inside the station. How close do you think you got to the computer core? We were within 20 meters when we tripped the sensors. Think you could find a way to get past them? I believe so. Our repairs will be complete in 19 minutes. The station's expecting us to depart. Bridge to Engineering. Tucker here. Trip, have you prepared our payment? The canisters are almost ready, sir. Don't be in such a hurry. 200 liters of warp plasma, as promised. Please place your compensation on the transport platform. Hold on. Hold on. There's a couple of problems we need to discuss first. I'm not real happy with the quality of some of your work. You listening to me? Please place your compensation on the transport platform. I've looked at the bolt couplings you used to attach the new hull plating. I'm afraid they're not up to Starfleet specs. And the subspace amplifier you repaired? We're picking up distortion on all the high-band frequencies. Please place your compensation on the transport platform. We're not paying until we sort this out. What guarantee do I have that these duranium pins won't fly out the instant we jump to warp? Your inquiry was not recognized. On my world, we have an expression: The customer's always right. Maybe you should make that part of your program. I want to know how someone files a grievance around here. It's there... about five meters. Sounds like, uh, you've got more important things to deal with. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. I'm detecting one human bio-sign. Are they alive? Their vital organs appear to be functioning... but they've suffered severe neurological damage. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. Their synaptic pathways have been reconfigured, integrated into the computer core. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. Captain. Incursion detected in primary data core. Vacate this section, or your vessel will be compromised. Three of the station's arms have just clamped on to the hull. Polarize the hull plating. There's no effect. Stand by weapons. They're going off-line. The station's tapped into the ship's umbilical ports. It's overriding our command functions. Try to lock out the main computer. I can't. Our access codes have been scrambled. Sir? It's okay, Travis. We're taking you home. Right here. Archer to the Bridge. The com's down. Travis? On his way to Sick Bay. What's our status? It's been better. The station's got us by the thrusters. Impulse engines? Off-line. We're losing main power. Life support's failing. Malcolm, I think it's time we deliver our payment. It did some heavy damage, sir. Power levels are dropping. But the plasma hasn't ignited the O-2 conduits yet. It needs to reach 3,000 degrees, Malcolm. Be patient. Yes, sir. I'm reading secondary explosions throughout the station. Command functions are coming back on line. Engines? Impulse and thrusters. One of those arms is still locked onto the hull. If we don't disengage soon, we'll be incinerated. Full thrusters. It's no good. And if I fired up the impulse engines, we'd probably tear off half the saucer section. Can you launch a torpedo? At this range, sir, I wouldn't recommend it. I agree, but I don't think we have much choice. One more, Lieutenant! Get us out of here. You look pretty good for a dead guy. How you feeling? Much better, sir. Thank you. The doctor told me what happened. I'm not sure I understand. We're still trying to figure that out for ourselves. I... may be able to shed some light on the subject. It seems to be some kind of interface designed to convert neural impulses into binary code. Essentially, the station was using your ain to enhance its processing power. Why would it do that? The cere al cortex is the most sophisticated computer known to exist. What about all those other people? According to T'Pol's scans, most of them had been there for years. The damage to their ains was irreversible. Fortunately, you were removed before any permanent injury occurred. When can I have my Helmsman back? I'd like to observe him for another 24 hours if you don't mind. Captain's Mess, Friday morning, 0800. Don't be late. Sounds good, sir.
Starfleet didn't send us out here to humiliate ourselves. How long were we in orbit, groveling? Six days? Five, sir, and it wasn't exactly groveling. Apologizing... asking forgiveness... just because we ate lunch in front of them on our own ship, months ago. I call that groveling. They were offended. The Kreetassans manufacture plasma injectors. We need one. So we spend six days groveling... Five days. And when they finally agree to talk to us, we go down, and what do they do? They keep us waiting for 12 hours and then send us packing. No explanation, no plasma injector. Just Leave. Go back to your ship! We obviously offended them again. Maybe my hair's parted on the wrong side. I'm exhausted and I've had it with these people. Go ahead. The three of you are clear to go, but I'm afraid I'll need to keep Porthos for a while. What's the problem? He picked up a pathogen of some kind on the surface. Neither decon agent has been effective. What are you going to do? I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know as soon as I've run some tests. Feel better, Porthos. Doc'll have you good as new before you know it. I might even eak the no-cheese rule tonight. Sorry, fella. You got to stay. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. We're playing with fire, Captain. It's just a matter of time before this injector gives up the ghost. You've got four more. The ship can run on four. Yeah, but it can't run on three. You know what happens at warp speed when you've only got three plasma injectors on line. What are the odds of us losing another one before we find a replacement? I'm not comfortable with four, Captain. We need five. What the hell happened down there, anyway? T'Pol thinks we insulted them again. How? You didn't eat cabbage before you left. I was a perfect gentleman. We're going to have to go somewhere else to find you your injector, Trip. These people are impossible. Their components are metallurgically sound, dependable... we could look for six months and not find anything half as compatible. You're a trained diplomat... Take the high road. There's got to be some way you can kiss and make up. I'll have T'Pol see if she can find out what we did. But I'm not promising anything. I went to Decon. I thought you were down there with Porthos. Is ev... It's all right to pet him. You'll have to use the isolation gloves. Did you run your tests? His autoimmune system is collapsing. I've isolated the pathogen, oken down its protein sequence. I can't explain it, Captain. It shouldn't be affecting him like this, but it is. So what are you doing? Running more tests. I'm sure I'll come up with something. How sure? Could this be life-threatening? It's too early to tell. Didn't we send his genome to the Kreetassans along with ours? I transmitted them myself before you left Enterprise. So shouldn't they have noticed there's a pathogen in their atmosphere that his immune system can't handle? They should have... assuming they took the time to check. I'm told I've offended these people twice. Once for eating in front of them. The second time, I don't even know what for. But if their carelessness has hurt Porthos, or God forbid, ends up killing him... they're going to find out what being offended is all about. Porthos has no intention of giving up... and neither do I. You hear that, boy? Hmm? We're all pulling for you. Did you reach them? Yes. And? I think we should discuss this in your ready room. Well? Do you recall the stand of trees outside the Hall of Diplomacy? What are you talking about? They're Alvera trees... over 300 years old. That's fascinating. Did you apologize for whatever we did wrong? Are we going to get our plasma injector? The Kreetassans consider the Alvera trees cultural treasures. Apparently Porthos urinated on one of them. And that's what they're insulted about? It is understandable. Well, maybe if they'd have bothered to read the genetic profile we sent, they'd have told us to leave the dog on the ship and then he wouldn't have had an opportunity to pee on one of their precious trees. I conveyed your sincerest apologies to the Chancellery. They're discussing possible acts of contrition. Where the hell do you get off conveying my sincerest apologies? They're the ones who should be sorry. I don't need to remind you that Commander Tucker is relying on us. There are some things more important than plasma injectors. Are you referring to your pride? I'll tell you one thing, Subcommander... if anything happens to Porthos, I'll be the one watering their Alvera trees. If you were a married man, I'd be wondering if your wife had thrown you out. I just thought it might cheer Porthos up if I slept here tonight. That is, if it's all right with you. I don't think your dog is in any condition to know whether you're here or not. Well, then, maybe it'll cheer me up. Be my guest. Take your pick. How's Porthos doing? My sub-mammalian database contains no pertinent files on bugles, but, um, there's sufficient information on similar Chordata. Beagles. Yes. Let me ask you a question, Doc, just out of curiosity. Are there any dogs on your homeworld? The Denobulan lemur is highly sought after. It's not exactly a dog, but you could say it's dog-like. It has a tail, fur... most have one head. Did your medical training include any... Captain, please. You needn't be concerned. I hold six degrees in Interspecies Veterinary Medicine. I thought you were just, you know... a people doctor. As a matter of fact, I've also earned degrees in dentistry, hematology, botanical pharmacology... I'm impressed. So, how's he doing? I believe I've eliminated the pathogen. The question is whether the treatment I've devised will stabilize his autoimmune system before... Before what? In a few hours, I'll have a more detailed prognosis. Before what, Doctor? There are many harmless strains of bacteria that can become lethal when the immune system is compromised. But it is too early to be thinking about that. Hmm? Now, we should both try to get a few hours of rest. If there are any changes in his vital signs, the alarms are quite loud. Good night. I would have ought you some cheese, but Dr. Phlox wouldn't have let me give you any. Doctor, are you all right? I'm sorry, Captain. Did I wake you? Just trimming my toenails. They grow quite rapidly. Have to keep them groomed at least once a week. Just wanted to be sure you're okay. Thanks for your concern. Good night. I'm sorry, Captain. Did I wake you again? What the hell's going on? Feeding time. Don't be greedy! How long was I asleep? Nearly an hour. Does this go on every night? Only when I'm here. They're very demanding when they know I'm in Sick Bay. Great. Porthos? I'll still need at least a couple of hours. Is he comfortable? He's fast asleep. I'm glad to see someone is. I'll check back in a couple hours. How's your dog? Nice of you to ask. We'll know in a couple of hours. Have you heard from your friends on the surface? Not yet. I guess they haven't finished compiling their list of punishments. They're not interested in punishing you. They only want an appropriate apology. I'm sorry! For what? Just practicing. You shouldn't have ought your dog on a diplomatic mission, especially considering we had previously offended the Kreetassans. They knew we were inging him. We even sent his genetic specs. They could have asked us to leave him behind. They didn't! Porthos has the right to a little fresh air. You're once again ignoring the consequences of your actions. What's that supposed to mean? You obviously place more importance on the quality of the air your pet eathes than on the quality of the plasma that drives your ship. What the hell does one have to do with the other? Isn't it logical... I could... care about my ship and my dog? I'm not questioning your pluralities. I'm questioning your priorities. I really thought you were beginning to understand something about human feelings. Not when it pertains to primitive quadrupeds who haven't developed the ability to speak or to use a toilet. What's the matter? I obviously can't keep up with you. T'Pol. We've just received a transmission from the Kreetassans. It's their reconciliation demands. The Captain's not going to believe this. You'd be surprised, Hoshi. Captain, I didn't... It's all right, Ensign. We're on our way. Well, this isn't so bad. I was sure there'd be something in here about standing on one foot with my eyes shut reciting The Night Before Christmas. I'm going back to Sick Bay... See if I can get an hour's sleep before the doctor's results come through. Let me know if this fits with your definition of an appropriate apology. Do we have a chain saw on board? What's happening? He's gone into anaphylactic shock. His body's rejecting the treatment I selected. You said we'd know in a few hours if this would work. Exactly. It's not working. Is he going to die? Fill this with five cc's of tetrasol. It's the blue fluid, second on the right. Five cc's. Five cc's. I don't think so. What? You asked me if he was going to die. Are you trying a different treatment? Let me guess... we'll know in... A couple of hours, yes. How are things progressing with the Kreetassans? They've got a perfectly good plasma injector sitting on a shelf somewhere. But will they share it with us? Not until I make a fool of myself by going through some series of ritual apologies. The fact that Porthos is on death's doorstep doesn't seem to bother any of them. They're the ones who should be apologizing, not me! T'Pol thinks I care more about my dog than my ship! Isn't that delightful? Why does T'Pol's opinion concern you? She's my Science Officer, my second-in-command. She should know, more than anyone aboard, how dedicated I am to this mission... To every member of my crew. You didn't answer my question. Porthos has one paw in beagle heaven because these jerks didn't bother to look at his genetic profile. Am I supposed to ignore that? I would think you'd be more interested in Commander Tucker's opinion. You've known him for many years, if I'm not mistaken. It would be nice to have all five plasma injectors working, but it's not essential. We can do fine with four. And the fifth one just started to act up. We might get another ten light-years out of it. Have you considered that your anger may encompass more than just Porthos and the Kreetassans? What? How long has it been since you were intimate with a woman? What?! How long has it been... I heard you! I suppose you're going to tell me you have a degree in psychiatry, too. Absolutely. Uh-uh. No way. Not a chance. Porthos is the only patient you're treating right now. You got that? Let me know if there's any change. Why haven't you adjusted your time to our capital city? I apologize. We weren't aware that it was required. It isn't a requirement. It is simply a courtesy... Something your species doesn't seem to understand. I'll explain it to the Captain immediately. You might also explain to your Captain that it's been nearly three hours since he received our transmission. If he has the slightest hope of acquiring any technology from us, he'd be wise to pay us the courtesy of responding. I understand. I'll... I'll let him know. Taa ke mai loo! Bak! See rem tahlaa! Treyst Berat kara tok ah see! Keep your head down! No matter what I do to secure her cage, she always finds a way to get out. Oh! I thought you said your bat was supposed to be terrified of that thing. It should have been. Pyrithian Moon Hawks eat these bats. Oh, I know I got the silhouette right. And I mastered the call... years ago. That stuff isn't poisonous, is it? Nah, I'll be fine. What now? We need to find her before we can catch her. She'll stay up high. Have you thought any more about why T'Pol's opinion is so important to you? It's 2:30 in the morning and I'm hunting an escaped bat. That's all I'm thinking about right now, Doctor. That and Porthos. Sexual tension, Captain. There's no doubt in my mind. By the air duct. Do you see it? That's just the filter acket. For the past few months I've noticed increasing friction between you and the Subcommander. You must understand that I'm trained to observe these things. With all due respect to your training, you're wrong. T'Pol and I have been getting along just fine. So, let it alone. When one person believes their sexual attraction toward another is inappropriate, they often exhibit unexpected behavior. Such as inordinate anger toward comparisons made between their ship and their beagle. Listen, Doc... There's no sexual attraction. She's coming back down! Watch out! Watch out! Don't let her in the corridor! Hey, are you all right? What are they trying to do to you? The Kreetassans called, sir. What for? They're anxious to get your response to their last transmission. It's the middle of the night. They also suggested that we should synchronize our time to their capital city. Did they? It's not a requirement, sir, just a courtesy. Thank you, Ensign. How's Porthos? I'll let you know in a couple of hours. Everything okay? Nothing new. I'll stay with him. Thanks. Unless you'd like to continue our discussion regarding Subcommander T'Pol. We are gathered here today to bid a final farewell to a faithful and kind colleague. A friend who would never hesitate to offer his paw in exchange for a simple smile or a slice of cheese. Like his namesake, this quadruped believed we should stand together: All for one and one for all. When one person believes their sexual attraction toward another is inappropriate, they often exhibit unexpected behavior. Go ahead. Hoshi, you and the dog are clear to go. But I'm afraid I'll need to keep the other two for a while. What's the problem? You both picked up a pathogen on the surface. We'll have to try another decon agent. Feel better. Tell me, Captain, have you thought any more about why T'Pol's opinion is so important to you? How long has it been since you were intimate with a woman? I dreamt... Porthos died. Let's hope your dream wasn't prophetic. Any indication on how your second treatment's doing? It doesn't appear to be doing very well. An old girlfriend's mother had this beagle I was crazy about. Even after her daughter and I oke up, we stayed in touch. When the dog got pregnant, I was the first one she called. Four males in the litter... the four Musketeers. I've had Porthos since he was six weeks old. I grew up with dogs. Can't remember not having one. You have any pets when you were a kid? My people don't keep pets. I thought you said something about... the Denobulan lemur being highly sought after. Well, very much so. Their kidneys are considered a great delicacy. I thought you might be hungry. How very kind. Was there something on their list about apologizing on a full stomach? You read the Kreetassan's document. Sorry. Sorry, I'm a little on edge. I haven't slept very much, but I'm doing the east I... the best I can. Hmm... I understand. Ensign Sato and I have oken down the reconciliation demands into specific categories. If you're interested in reviewing them... My only concern right now is Porthos. I'm sorry to have interrupted. No... No, it... i-it's okay. When you get back to the Bridge, why don't you send me your lips. Lisp... List! Two Pillarian slips within 30 seconds. Interesting. What are you doing? My treatment was effective. At least partially. His immune system is stabilizing, but his pituitary gland was severely damaged. It's all but disintegrated. Bring me the small gray cage on the second shelf. The one with the blue top. What's in here? A Calrissian chameleon. Fill this for me. I'll need to alter its DNA to avoid rejection, but its pituitary gland should be compatible with your dog's. You're going to perform a transplant from a lizard? Unless you have a better suggestion. It's a shame, actually. The chameleon secretes a rare toxin that's very useful in treating respiratory infections. She's the last one I have. What's the tank for? I'll need to super-hydrate the canine in order to minimize the shock to his pulmonary system. You're going to drown my dog? Only for an hour, Captain. There should be no problem resuscitating him once the surgery's complete. How many times have you done this before? Never. Has anyone done this before? Not to my knowledge. You know, this isn't some guinea pig you're working on here. This is Porthos, my beagle. My pal. And from what you're telling me, the closest thing your people have to pets are furry little things that go well with onions. Perhaps you're right, Captain. Perhaps I'm insensitive to the bond between you and your subservient quadruped. I'll leave the procedure up to you. But whatever your decision, make it quickly. Just for the sake of argument, let's say that some of my anger toward T'Pol had a component of sexual tension to it. I'm not saying it does, but just for the sake of argument. Yes? What do you mean, Yes? You're the psychiatrist. What am I supposed to do about it? Am I supposed to ignore it? Am I supposed to... say something to her? Neither. Neither? If you were ignoring it, you obviously wouldn't be seeking my opinion, especially under these circumstances. As for discussing it with the Subcommander, that's entirely up to you, but I can't imagine an outcome that would do anything but make matters worse. Pass me the auto-suture, please. The yellow one. When will we know if the transplant's working? One step at a time. First we need to resuscitate him. So I can't ignore it, and I can't talk about it. What do you suggest I do? Be aware of it, Captain. Simply be aware of it. You'd be surprised what a difference that'll make. Lower the fluidic temperature 12 degrees. If Porthos pulls through, will he need a special diet or treatments having a chameleon's pituitary gland? You may have trouble finding him. He'll have the ability to blend into his background when frightened. You're kidding. Yes, I am. Does your expertise on sexual tension come from professional training or firsthand experience? I do have three wives. And they each have...? Two husbands besides myself. Sounds very complicated. Very. Why else be polygamous? So, these three wives... Each have three husbands. A total of 720 relationships, 42 of which have romantic possibilities. You told me you had five children. How many are there in this whole extended family? 31, at last count. You must miss them. You've been away for over two years. I'm ready for the synaptic inductor. The small blue one. My children all left the nest years ago, Captain. I would have never guessed. You don't look that old. I'll take that as a compliment. My two daughters, I'm proud to say, followed in my footsteps. One's a surgeon, the other's a biochemist. How about the other three? My eldest son's an artist... A potter, actually. He lives in the same town as his mother. Creates beautiful things. And the other two? My two younger sons and I never saw eye-to-eye. I'm afraid we haven't spoken in, uh... quite some time. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... It's perfectly all right. You asked me if I missed them. The answer is yes. Every one of them... The children, the wives, even the other husbands. But we Denobulans live a long time, Captain, and right now, there is nowhere I'd rather be than serving with the Interspecies Medical Exchange aboard this wonderful vessel of yours. Listen, Doc, however this turns out, I want to apologize for accusing you of being insensitive before. As I recall, you accused my entire species of being insensitive. Then I apologize to you and all your fellow Denobulans. Well, I can't speak for the others, but on behalf of myself, I accept. And to think... T'Pol told me you were incapable of apologizing. Pranab boko oor-tah. Deelos takaa... seely estos oor-rah. Tenvla nikot pranab boko oor-tah. Deelos takaa seely estos oor-rah. Tenvla nikot pranab boko oor-tah. Come in. Subcommander. Mr. Tucker reports that the new plasma injector is operating well within Starfleet parameters. Did he tell you they gave us two spares out of the kindness of their hearts? Evidently, the finesse you exhibited outside the Hall of Diplomacy was appreciated. Since I've been getting so much practice giving apologies, I thought I might give you one. That's not necessary. Yeah, it is. I've been under a lot of stress... lately. I haven't gotten much sleep. My dog... There's no need to apologize. Whatever friction there's been between us, I'd like to try to minimize it. Friction is to be expected whenever people work in close quarters for extended periods of time. I guess that's always been true. Especially when the people... are of the opposite sex. Then it's good that you're my superior officer. That we're not in a position to allow ourselves to become attracted to one another... hypothetically. If we were, the friction that you speak of could be much more... problematic. No apologies, Captain. I promise. I hear things went very well on the surface. I doubt I would have even gone down there if it hadn't been for you, Doc. I owe you one. You'll be pleased to know that, while you were gone, things went very well up here, too. The transplant? Not the slightest sign of rejection. Can I see him? By all means. Hey. It's been one hell of a night, hasn't it? How soon can he leave? Now's as good a time as any. But he's... Unconscious? Nonsense. He's just asleep. Porthos. Come on, boy. Yeah. We're going home. Sick Bay's all yours. You're welcome back anytime, Captain.
Bring them to me. Yeah. We have two types. - I'm on it. - Down 22 percent. Tell him. Is it them? I don't know. No. It's not their ship. It's someone else. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. My name is Captain Archer from the Starship Enterprise. We tried to hail you, but there was no response. Our communications are down. That must make it difficult to do business. A Kreetassan merchant told us this was a deuterium facility. He was correct. Our ship took some damage a few weeks ago. We lost most of our reserves. I'm sorry, but we can't help you. Two of our pumps are off-line. You'll have to return later in the season. Our supply will be gone in less than two weeks. There's nothing we can do. Are you certain? You seem to have a large inventory. Our sensors showed over 80,000 liters. You scanned our tanks? I apologize, but when you didn't respond to our hails... You sure you couldn't spare a few hundred liters? We're holding that for someone else. Come back at the end of the season. I'm sure we'll be able to accommodate you. Do you have any experience repairing extraction pumps? Not specifically, but... I could grab some tools and take a look. If we get those pumps operating, we can make our quota. It seems that there might be an opportunity for us to help each other. Follow me. Boom! Boom! What are you doing in my chair? Um... I-I didn't touch anything. I just like to look inside the ships that come here. You should have asked. You might have said no. Well... what do you think? Well, it's a little small and your thruster controls are hard to reach. Oh. Well, maybe you need longer arms. How fast can it go? She's designed for one-quarter impulse, but, uh... I've been able to squeeze a little more out of her. You're a pilot? Engineer. Commander Trip Tucker. Q'ell. Nice to meet you. Could you teach me how to fly it? I can drive the crawler that we use to move our drill rigs. Tell you what... I'll be heading back up to the ship later. You can come along if it's all right with your folks. I'll give you a tour. Really?! Two power cells. We need six. We can't spare that many. Maybe three. Do you have any idea how much labor it takes to refine a liter of deuterium? Actually... no. I'd enjoy seeing how your facility works. We have three months of good weather, Captain. Three months to pump all the deuterium we can before the winter. We don't have time to give tours. Five power cells for 200 liters. I can't do any better. Our medical stores are running low. Four power cells... and whatever medical supplies we can spare. All right. But only if you can repair our pumps. Commander Tucker and his team will do the best they can. I expect you to leave orbit in two days. If the pumps are working, you'll leave with your deuterium. If not, you'll leave without it. Are we agreed? Agreed. It's yours, if you'd like it. I wouldn't know what to feed it. Her needs are modest. A nutrient oth every three or four days. Less often when she's working. Working? She'll ingest a little blood while she's healing an injured artery. Thank you, but I'll just take some vascular adhesive. Try this, hmm? Instead. An auto-suture. Mmm! I'm surprised you don't have one. This is a very expensive piece of equipment. I can't... Nonsense. Please. Cardio-stimulator, neural shock kit... I had no idea processing deuterium was such a dangerous business. It can be. I've, uh... only heard of hexatriol being used to treat serious plasma burns. Deuterium can burn almost as hot as plasma when it's ignited. I hope you won't need it. Is there something wrong? No. I'd better get back. Of course. Thank you again. You've been to other colonies that trade deuterium, haven't you? Several. Are they all this rustic? Not usually. Their equipment's falling apart. Half these structures look like they're about to collapse. Phlox tells me they don't even have basic medical supplies. Deuterium is a highly valuable commodity. You'd think these people would be better off. We're here to trade with them... Not judge their living conditions. Then why do they need us to finish fixing their pumps in two days? What's the hurry? Lieutenant, a ship just dropped out of warp. 600,000 kilometers and closing. I see it. It's probably more deuterium customers. I'm reading 12 bio-signs... all Klingon. You'll want to keep an eye on those phase-inverters. They tend to depolarize. Pump Six. Korok's ship is entering orbit. I thought we had three more days. Secure the pumps. Get everyone inside. Some kind of trouble? Help me close these induction valves. What's going on? Who's Korok? They must realize that you trade with other ships. They believe that we have an exclusive arrangement. If they think anyone's been here before them, they get very angry. Please... don't get involved. We'll talk to them. Archer to Enterprise. Go ahead, Captain. Have the Klingons detected Enterprise yet? No indication, sir. Travis, adjust your orbit. Keep Enterprise out of sight. Aye, sir. My old friend. We weren't expecting you so soon. We've had trouble with two of our pumps. My crew's hungry. Let's have food and drink. Then we'll discuss business. Your deuterium... we don't have all of it. We did our best, but we need more time. Can you make out what they're saying? Tessic is explaining that their yield isn't what they'd hoped. Good ears. Without those pumps, we couldn't operate at full capacity. I sense what you're about to say is not going to make me happy. We can give you 80,000 liters. If you'll give us one more week, we'll have the rest. You've had enough time. We'll take all of it. Now. We don't have it. I told you, two pumps were down. They all appear to be working. We were just able to repair them. You're lying! Leave him alone. You'll get your deuterium. Wait, please. I can get deuterium anywhere. I come here because I like you... when you show me hospitality and respect. You take everything we own and you want us to respect you. I'll give you four days. Have it all ready. Hijol! Let's get him inside. So this is your exclusive arrangement? It's not your concern. How long have these bullies been pushing you around? Five seasons. They take all the first yield deuterium we can extract. Hold still. After they leave, we manage to pull a few thousand liters out of the deep strata, but it takes weeks and it's so full of impurities we can barely refine it. It still ings in a decent price. We make enough to get through the winter. Barely. Have you tried contacting your homeworld? It's too far away. You must have weapons... some way to defend yourselves. How many of them are there? Usually seven. Seven?! You've got them outnumbered nine or ten to one. You've never seen a Klingon in battle, have you? We tried to stand up to them once... three seasons ago. Five of us died fighting them. And then they killed three more... to prove their point. One of them was his father. Maybe there's something we can do. Just take your 200 liters and go. If you're here when they come back... they'll kill you. Mr. Reed. The Klingon ship's gone to warp, sir. I'm sending a shuttlepod down. We'll be at the landing site. I'll catch up with you later, Captain. Sorry I never got to give you that tour. I once saw a Kellenite ship with cannons and torpedoes. Most big ships carry weapons. Like Enterprise. Yeah, like Enterprise. You could have fought the Klingons. Beaten them. Maybe. Why didn't you try? It's not that simple. Come in. The deuterium's been stowed. 200 liters. Should I instruct Ensign Mayweather to eak orbit? So that's it? We just take our deuterium and leave? They work their asses off to provide for their families, and then the Klingons just stroll in and rob them blind. Does that seem right to you? Malcolm tells me that Klingon ship isn't much more than a freighter. I'd lay odds they're no match for Enterprise. And if they withdraw? What will keep them from coming back after we've gone? We could try to contact the Klingon High Council. We saved Klaang from the Suliban. We pulled one of their battle cruisers out of a gas giant. I say they owe us a favor. I doubt these marauders answer to the High Council. I already know where Vulcans stand on interfering with other cultures, but this isn't a culture. 76 settlers are being preyed upon. If this were an Earth colony, I'd be grateful if someone showed up to give me a hand. Captain, this may surprise you... but I agree. However... short of killing the Klingons, any action we take will only make the situation worse. I just... hate the idea of turning our backs. Need a hand? Control arm is jammed. I could use some help with the release valve. Okay. Turn it to the left. This one? Thought you'd be off charting your next start system by now. Sometimes I have a bad habit of overstaying my welcome. Well, you obviously didn't come down here in the middle of the night to help me with this crawler. Seems to me, this crawler's the least of your problems. We've been through this before. It's not your concern. Give it another turn. You said they've been coming here for what... Five seasons? How much longer do you plan on letting this go on... Another five? That's good. Leave it there. Reconnect this coolant line. The intake's above your head. I had a talk with my Tactical Officer. We're confident you have the ability to defend yourselves. We already tried. There are eight people buried not far from here who can attest to that. It would be different this time. We would help you prepare. I don't want your help. I'm responsible for my people, not you. They put their trust in me. They depend on me. I'm supposed to protect them! Look at me... I can barely keep this crawler running. You say you and your Tactical Officer want to help us. Even if you do, once you're gone we'll be alone again, waiting for them to come back. There's a saying on my world: Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach him to fish, and he eats for a lifetime. I was hoping for a bit more to work with. They do a decent job keeping the shib'a lizards from chewing on the power couplings. With a few modifications, these should be effective against more than lizards. You must have a well-stocked armory on board Enterprise. But this battle won't be won with firepower. Deception and surprise can be just as potent as ute force. Klingons are aggressive warriors, but their tactics are crude. They're slow to adapt to changing circumstances. This all sounds very ambitious. What exactly are you expecting us to do? You're going to lure them into a trap. What kind of trap? A very hot one. The deuterium in those wellheads... How much pressure is it under? 3,000, 4,000 millibars? Five. Should create some interesting fireworks. You'll never get the Klingons near that deuterium field. They know it isn't safe. They may be crude, but they're not fools. That's where deception and surprise come in. Did you ing the map I asked you for? It's right here. The structures in the colony... They're mostly modular, right? They're all modular. Most deuterium fields are depleted within three or four years at most. Forces us to be itinerant. So you're saying you could relocate these buildings in a relatively short time. It depends. Where are you suggesting we relocate them? About 50 meters to the south, right here. What good would that do? The terrain there is no different than where the town is now. That's what we're counting on. If we can move the structures and the rigs, everything should look pretty much like it did yesterday. Everything except the wellheads. They'll have to be capped off and camouflaged. We can do that. The gullies on this hillside... Are they deep enough to hide in? If you keep your head down. We'll shuttle small groups to Enterprise for whatever training we have time for, preferably people who have experience with weapons. We've got three days. We should get to work. What are we waiting for? One more meter. Okay, shut her down. You ready? And begin. Shib'a lizards don't move that fast. Do you mind, Lieutenant? I can see your finger tensing on the trigger before you fire. It's throwing off your aim. I used to make the same mistake. Keep your eye on the target and don't squeeze the trigger until you have a clear shot. Try again. I think the table was a little bit to the left. Thanks. How are things going with the pumps? It'll be tomorrow before they're all in place. We've started capping off the heads. Let me know... I got it. Thanks. If you need more people. I rigged two ignition sequences. The perimeter and the center are on separate circuits. I thought taking the town apart was tough. But putting it back together... This plan is a long shot... isn't it? You think it's a mistake? I didn't say that. I've never liked bullies, Trip. Not on Earth... and not out here. Klingons carry disrupters, but they prefer to use bladed weapons in combat, the two most common being the bat'leth, a curved, bilateral sword, and the mek'leth, a two-pronged dagger. The bat'leth can decapitate its victim with one stroke, while the mek'leth is typically used to slash the throat or disembowel. I cannot teach you to defend yourselves against these weapons. The Vulcan martial art, Suus Mahna, takes years to master. However, I can teach you a simple evasive technique. Ensign Mayweather. Since I don't have a bat'leth, this will have to suffice. Try to strike me. You won't hurt me. It's not you that I'm worried about. That was called the Navorkot. It isn't difficult to learn. Who would like to try first? Thanks. Lieutenant Reed said I'd have to hide in the canyons when the Klingons come back. He doesn't want you to get hurt. But I want to help. I can shoot a shib'a lizard from 40 meters. Malcolm's got this rule: You've got to be taller than the gun to use it. I don't want to hide. Well... shooting at a lizard is a whole lot different than shooting at a person and, uh... lizards don't shoot back. When those Klingons show up... I want you to do exactly what Lieutenant Reed says. Understood? Yes, sir. We had a little trouble moving one of the pumps... but it's in place now. We're ready. I just hope everyone survives this. Your people as well as mine. We left Earth just over a year ago... to explore... to meet people like you. We'd only been out of Spacedock for three days when we found ourselves in a... full-fledged firefight with some pretty nasty characters called the Suliban. I got shot in the leg. Just before I passed out, I remember thinking, This isn't what I signed up for. I should be mapping star clusters or making first contact with friendly species. But when those Suliban started firing at my crew, I knew I didn't have any choice but to fight back. I'm not ashamed to admit I was nervous. I'm nervous now. But I know... we can do this. Archer. The Klingon ship just dropped out of warp, Captain. Acknowledged. Listen. What? The pumps... they're silent. Where's your hospitality? This is no way to treat your friends. Show yourselves! Tu'chaH! HI-qem chaH! daH! This will cost you more than deuterium! Pahtk! Ugh! Ah! Hey! Come on. There. What are you doing? You'll kill us all. Those wellheads, they're under great pressure. If you ignite them, you'll incinerate the whole town. They're making fools of us. They're hiding in the dirt like targ. Gorat kA. They'll learn to show us respect. We'll kill another four. Perhaps the boy as well. Captain. They're too far south. We've got to get them to move 50 meters to our left. Everybody, this way. Pa'chaH So'! Il-Qot lam parHa' Oogh! JoH. Im toroq' A little farther. This is good. A few more meters. This shouldn't be here. Now. They're all yours, Tessic. Korok! I wouldn't do that. There's two more wellheads by your feet. Leave here now or we'll ignite them. Pahtk. You'll live to regret this. If you're thinking about coming back, I wouldn't advise it. We'll be ready. We're not afraid of you anymore. We can find deuterium anywhere. Yours isn't fit for a garbage scow. Hijol! Unless you're planning to join Starfleet, I'm afraid you'll have to give up that chair. I wish you didn't have to leave. Yeah, that's one of the tough things about my job... saying good-bye to people like you and your friends. Oh. Almost forgot. Schematics for Enterprise. You said you like to look at starships. This one'll knock your socks off. Thanks. Do you think you'll come back? Who knows? Our engines need a lot of deuterium. There must be over a thousand liters here. 2,000. Our deal was for 200. Our deal was for power cells, medical supplies and repair work. You provided us with much more than that. Besides, we seem to have a surplus for the moment. Give your crew our thanks. Have a good season.
Subcommander? Yes? Did I wake you? It's all right. Is something wrong? We've located Menos. Where? Less than three days from your present location. Are you certain it's him? Yes. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Come in. Good morning. Captain. Toast? No, thank you. What can I do for you? Admiral Forrest will be calling you this afternoon, sir. Oh, really? And how would you know that? I was contacted by the Vulcan High Command last night. They've requested my services regarding a matter of security. And they've already asked Admiral Forrest? He should be contacting you this afternoon. A matter of security? The Admiral will inform you that Enterprise will be asked to alter course to the Pernaia system where I will need a shuttlepod and a pilot for three to five days. You didn't answer my question. What kind of matter of security? A Vulcan ship will rendezvous with the shuttlepod when my mission is completed. They're sending you to get somebody... somebody you'll be handing over to the Vulcans. Why you? Admiral Forrest will be contacting you this afternoon. Thanks for being so enlightening. Dismissed. Captain's Log, supplemental. As anticipated, I was contacted by Admiral Forrest who has ordered us to accommodate the Vulcans' request. Did you find the coordinates? Pernaia Prime. Yes, sir. Set a course. When we arrive, you'll be piloting the shuttlepod. Where exactly will we be going? Somewhere in the Pernaia system, no doubt. As far as the exact location, Admiral Forrest doesn't even know that. Seems the Subcommander's on a highly classified mission. Is this Pernaia Prime inhabited? The Vulcan database says it has a methane-based atmosphere. So, she's going to another planet in the system. Are we supposed to play some kind of guessing game? No. We're supposed to wait at Pernaia Prime for T'Pol and Travis to finish their mission. And do what in the meantime? I could use a few days to recali ate the torpedo launchers. I could polish all the handles and rails in Engineering. I guess I could... purge the impulse reactors. It's only for a few days. We've got plenty to keep ourselves busy. Is there anything specific you and Travis are going to need? Cold-weather gear. Restraints and phase-pistols. Come in. If the Vulcan High Command doesn't approve of the water polo match I'm watching, I'd be happy to find another. Your orders to ing me to Pernaia came from Starfleet, not the High Command. What can I do for you? I have a personal matter I'd like to discuss. Before I joined the Science Directorate, I was assigned to the Ministry of Security. I was trained in reconnaissance and retrieval. Move over, Porthos. Let the lady sit down. Sounds like this is going to be good. Come on, sit down. How long ago are we talking about? I completed my training 17 years ago. Go ahead. Are you familiar with a planet called Agaron? They're close allies with the Vulcans, right? Not always. Agaron was a very corrupt world. When their leaders were first trying to forge an alliance with Vulcan, they asked for our assistance. That was nearly 30 years ago. Hundreds of our agents were surgically altered and sent to infiltrate the most criminal factions of Agaron society. Eventually, they were instrumental in the overthrow of those factions. You're not going to tell me... you're one of those agents. I'm not that old, Captain. After the alliance was formalized, the Vulcan agents were recalled. They all returned voluntarily... all but 19. I guess even Vulcans can fall prey to temptation. The Ministry of Security sent a team of newly-trained operatives to retrieve them. I was only able to apprehend five of the six fugitives assigned to me. So, tomorrow, you get to pick up number six. Why couldn't someone else do it? Why you? The Ministry considers it a matter of honor. How very Vulcan. So... why have you decided to tell me all this? I'd like you to come with me. What? The man I'm being sent to apprehend is extremely dangerous. It would be wise for me to have assistance. You said there's a Vulcan ship coming. I'm sure they can provide all the assistance you'll need. I'd prefer it if you'd come with me, Captain. Why? I need to be with someone I can trust. If you don't wish to help me... I understand. Good night. What's his name? The man we're going to apprehend. Menos. See you in the morning. If you agreed to go with her, you must know something about what she's up to. We'll be back in three to five days, Trip. If that Vulcan ship comes snooping around... the last thing you want to tell them is that I'm with T'Pol. Why's that? Why would you being with her be a problem to them? Three to five days, Trip. Come on, Captain. Last night, you were just as frustrated as I was about having to sit on your hands while she goes off and does... whatever it is she's going off to do. This isn't just a case of curiosity, but what if you get hurt, kidnapped? You put me in charge of this ship. You won't tell me where you're going? How am I supposed to be a good temporary captain if I don't know where my people are? Tell me that. She's got some unfinished business, Trip. I'm not sure why, but she needs me to go along. We'll be okay. There are a lot of definitions of unfinished business. Could you be a little more specific? You're in charge, Commander. Have you given Travis the coordinates? Yes. Have fun. Before he was sent to Agaron, the dorsal lobes of his ears were surgically altered. The ridge on his forehead was added sometime afterward. Why didn't he want to come home? He was assigned to infiltrate a cell of smugglers. He learned their craft. He became very proficient at it, amassed a large fortune. Smuggling what? Synthetic bio-toxins used to manufacture transgenic weapons. I spent three months trying to find him. He used his wealth wisely. Whenever I'd get close, I'd find he'd left a day or two before. You never found him? Only once, on Risa. They thought they were invulnerable. They? He. He thought he was invulnerable there, that no one would think to look for him on such a peaceful place. What happened? I got very close... 20 meters... maybe ten. T'Pol? I never found him again. No one did... not until now. He's here. Where? Within 30 meters. If he sees T'Pol, he may try to get to his ship. He saw me. Which way? I'm not certain. Soljas eekoss! I couldn't agree more. Don't move. You have no jurisdiction here. Follow me. Come in. Gentlemen, come in. Glad you could join me. Water polo? Very exciting sport. You should learn more about it. Please, sit down. I had Chef prepare a special lunch... Bangers and mash for you and, uh, Denobulan sausage for the doctor. Very nice. Are you sure the Captain wouldn't have a problem with you using his dining room? Well, Acting Captain, Captain's Mess... I don't see a problem. Thank you, Crewman. Enjoy. Thank you. Oh, I detected a lymphatic virus on board this morning. Most likely it sneaked in with one of the, uh, deuterium canisters. We should probably inoculate the crew. Why didn't the bio-scanners detect it? Well, it's a very reliable device, but it's not perfect. The inoculation does have some, um, side effects. What kind of side effects? Mm, headache, nausea, diarrhea, but they would subside in a day or two. Do I have your, uh... permission? I'd hate to be responsible for giving the crew the... the runs. Maybe you should wait till the Captain gets back. I'm afraid the virus will have spread by then. I really need an answer today. Why don't I get back to you later, Doc? Not, uh, too much later, hmm? While we're on the subject of approvals, I promised Captain Archer that I'd recali ate the torpedo launchers. I'll need to divert computer access from Main Engineering. That would mean we'd have to power down the warp core. It'll only be for a day. We're not exactly going anywhere. Well, we're also not at war. I'm just not comfortable taking the engines off-line right now. Is that the Chief Engineer talking... or the Acting Captain? Let me get back to you. Tucker. We were just hailed by the Vulcan ship Nyran, sir. It's approaching the system at high warp. They're asking to speak with Captain Archer. Tell them, um... the Captain's indisposed at the moment. He'll get back to them in a little while. Yes, sir. The Captain said not to tell the Vulcans he went with T'Pol. He was, um... he was very emphatic about that. It's going to be difficult to convince them he's, uh, indisposed for the next four days. Go ahead. Captain Tavek says he has a message from Admiral Forrest. He seems very anxious to speak with Captain Archer. What shall I tell him? I'll get back to you. Your warrant is valid, but you won't be able to take him... not for at least four hours. We've begun thermalizing the landing deck. We just need to get him to our ship. There's a half centimeter of xylathoric acid on that deck. I wouldn't recommend it, not if you value those pretty feet of yours. Do you have somewhere we can put him until we leave? Does this look like a prison to you? Any one of these people could be working with him. The Ministry of Security was very clear about that. He works alone. I haven't always. You're human. And you as well. They wanted to rehabilitate me. Bring me home... flatten my forehead and re-point my ears. They wanted to teach me to forget the life they had taught me so carefully how to live. They assumed I had become corrupt and that, left to my own devices, I would remain corrupt. Three years in a Vulcan clinic. Rehabilitation. Can you blame me for running? I'm not a thief. I'm not a smuggler. I never was. I worked with smugglers. I worked very close with them for a long time. It's what I had been trained to do. Do you know how I've survived the last 20 years? How I've fed my family? I haul spent warp injector casings... Not a very popular occupation but a necessary one. A doctor on Andoria says that my hemolytic cell count is over 3,000. You don't find too many old men hauling spent injector casings. Uh... in my left front pocket, if you don't mind. I wouldn't. It may be a weapon. It's a hologram... of my family. It won't hurt you. The injector casings are going to take me away from them soon enough. I don't want to die in a Vulcan prison. The information that I was given says that you buy high-grade bio-toxins and sell them to anyone who will meet your price. If all of the Ministry's reports about me were true, I could easily shape-shift and slip out of these restraints or sprout wings and fly to my ship. Why should she believe a fugitive and not her own government? Because her government sent 109 agents to Agaron 30 years ago and they want all 109 accounted for, right or wrong, dead or alive. If you're innocent, I'm sure you'll be given a chance to defend yourself. Well, I'm guilty. I'm guilty of not returning when I was told to. I'm innocent of selling bio-toxins, but I'm guilty of being a fugitive. But I don't deserve to go to prison and I don't deserve to be shot. We're here to take you to Vulcan. No one's going to shoot you. What about her? You're a liar. T'Pol! What are you doing? T'Pol? He's not telling the truth. Where the hell are you going? T'Pol! He says he has a ship full of injector casings. But the platform's covered with acid. Jossen! You're sure? There's no record of them ever having spoken, but I can't be certain. Has he ever been to Earth? If he has, the Vulcan database doesn't mention it. Well, I hope they haven't put Starfleet yearbook photos into that database. Oh... let's get this over with. Captain Tavek, is there... something I can do for you? Captain Archer? Yes? Is there a problem? You seem very young for a Starfleet captain. Healthy living. You have a message from Admiral Forrest? I'm not certain what this means, but the Admiral asked me to inform you that... Cal beat Stanford, seven to three. I'll be sure to tell him. Tell who? Um, I'm afraid it's confidential. Thank you for relaying the message. Archer out. That wasn't too smart. You could have been hurt. What did you find? Spent injector casings. You'll have to go through Decon when we get back. I want to speak to Menos alone. Would you allow me to do that? Come on, Travis. Let's see if we can find something to eat. Who is Jossen? You didn't find what you were looking for, did you? Who is Jossen? If this is your idea of humor... Tell me who he is. Jossen was no different than me. He didn't want to be rehabilitated, either. Where did I meet him? Meet him? On Risa. Jossen and I were on Risa in the Tropical Zone. We were innocent of the crimes the Ministry had accused us of, but we were running all the same. Why do you want me to tell you things you already know? You're telling me lies. No. The truth. I followed you to Risa; no one else. I ibed the Tellarite transport Captain who ought you there. He told me exactly where to find you. I wasn't looking for anyone else. Then why are you asking me about Jossen? He never hurt anyone. He didn't deserve to be hunted down like an animal. I killed him. Yes. And he didn't deserve to be killed. He was an innocent man, just like I am. You really don't remember. How is that possible? Why did you kill him? He never would have hurt you. Stop talking. You're a Vulcan. You're trained to repress the emotion of killing, not the memory of the act. I said stop talking! Look what it's done to you... Taking an innocent life. Bringing me back to Vulcan will be no different. You'll be destroying another life. How will that affect you? Will you conveniently forget what you're about to do to me? Where's Menos? Get back over there. Aye, sir. What happened? There were seven. Seven what? I was sent to ing back seven fugitives, not six. I don't understand. Menos had a partner... or a friend, I'm not sure. His name was Jossen. I followed them both to Risa, not just Menos. The day I told you I saw Menos and lost him, I saw Jossen as well. They tried to escape. Jossen fell to the ground. He began to reach for his weapon. But you fired first? I had forgotten all of it... until today. How? Have you heard of the Fullara? No. It's an obsolete Vulcan ritual where the memory of an event is repressed along with the emotions associated with it. And you had this... Fullara. This Fullara ritual performed? When I returned to Vulcan, I was... unsettled. I resigned my position with the Ministry and sought guidance at the Sanctuary of P'Jem. For months, one of the Elders worked with me to control the guilt, to... restrain the despair of having taken a life, but the feelings remained. Why would you feel guilty if this... Jossen was about to fire at you? I suppose I was never certain what his intentions were. The Elder had no choice but to perform the ritual. When I left the Sanctuary, I didn't remember anything about Jossen or the Fullara. When did it start coming back? When the first call came in about this new mission. Maybe that's why I wanted you with me. What if Jossen wasn't a smuggler? What if he was innocent? Then it wouldn't have mattered whether he intended to use that weapon or not. That doesn't make any sense. What's Menos been telling you? Menos's ship was filled with injector casings, nothing else. He has a family. Our scans should be able to confirm if he's dying of radiation poisoning. What's he been telling you? He kicked over the table! And you claim you're a peaceful man. Ironic, isn't it? Burning to death on a frozen moon? But I'd rather die here than be ought back and punished for crimes I never committed. T'Pol! Refasten them. Move! Where's Menos? Travis! Come on. Where's his ship? Your mission is to return him to Vulcan, not determine whether he's guilty or innocent. Where's his ship? He's not aboard. Let's be sure. We'll all need to go through Decon now. He's not here. Was that the only way in? Go back to the cockpit, Travis. Aye, sir. Get life support fired up if you can. It's pretty cold. He should've gotten here before us. This ship shouldn't be here. Why risk using his own vessel? He'd know we'd follow him. So, he could've left with any one of those other ships. Any one of them. You seem okay with that. When we return to Enterprise, I'll inform the Vulcan ship that Menos escaped. If the High Command wishes, they can question as many of the vessels that left here as they can find. You're giving up a lot easier than I would've guessed. He's obviously gone. We don't know that. He got to you, didn't he? You're beginning to doubt yourself. He figured if he could get you to question what you did 17 years ago, you'd begin to question what you're doing right now. I may have killed an innocent man 17 years ago. Did Jossen reach for his weapon or not? I don't know. Is that what you remember or what Menos wants you to remember? What's the difference? There's a big difference. He's playing on your guilt. Don't you see that? That's impossible. I went to P'Jem. They performed the ritual... Don't give me that! Your emotional immune system started to collapse again the minute you remembered what happened that day on Risa. Captain. What is it, Travis? There's something funny up here, sir. You think you could take a look? What's up? After I got the board running, I ought life support up to level three. As soon as I got more light in here, I noticed some condensation on this sub-panel. There's a hell of a lot of energy flowing through those circuits. Any idea what they are? Our scanner showed everything powered down. Well, obviously, something's powered up. There's one way to find out what it is. I'm a very patient man, T'Pol. I was simply waiting for you to leave, but... your Captain's curiosity has put an end to that. Would you please lower your weapon? There's some kind of energy field running... I don't want to harm T'Pol, Captain, but I will. Those are violent words for a peaceful man. At the moment, I'm a man who needs to survive. There's a locker right next to you. I want you to both put your weapons down and then walk into it. You won't be hurt. What about her? T'Pol is my guarantee that the two of you will walk quickly and quietly into the locker. Please. The locking code is 1-6-6-1. There's a very specific tone when it's entered properly. You okay? Yes. We don't do quickly and quietly very well, but we are good at arithmetic. Seems there are three of us and only one of you. Stop! Please! I don't trust this guy, Travis. Find something to tie him up with. Aye, sir. What are you doing? Get up! Stop! You're not going to shoot me, T'Pol. You're not going to kill another innocent man. This is none of your concern, Captain. You know nothing about what happened on Risa. Captain? Why did you want me here? Because I trust you. Then trust me. You were sent to apprehend him, not to judge him. He's not going to get out of that too quickly. I think I know why he was so nervous about us firing at him while he was over here. Look at this. Bio-toxins. If one of our weapons had struck this... I guess he was hauling more than injector casings, after all. I guess he was. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. The Vulcan ship Nyran was waiting at the prearranged coordinates. After transferring Menos to their custody, we've returned to Enterprise. What's your status, Trip? Everything's ready to go, Captain. Welcome back. Thanks. We'll be going to warp 3. You got it. Um... now that your secret mission is over, you think you could give your Chief Engineer a little hint about what you were up to? Did I say warp 3? I meant warp 4, Commander. Not even a hint? Warp 4. Aye, Captain. Come in. Subcommander... am I about to get another call from Admiral Forrest? No, sir. Sorry. Dealing with these memories... it's not going to be easy for you, is it? No, it's not. If you feel you need a leave of absence... That won't be necessary. I was much younger then. You've also spent a lot of time around humans lately. You do have a way of putting questionable actions behind you. When you don't have the ability to repress emotions, you learn to deal with them and move on. Was there something else? If you ever need someone you can trust... I won't forget.
I need to spend more time in the gym. If I'd known there were going to be so many hills, I would have picked a different city to explore. It was worth every step, sir. The architecture alone... I could have spent all day in that temple. With your permission, Captain, I'd like to write the report to Starfleet. It was my first visit to a pre-warp culture. Seems only fitting. I don't suppose it has anything to do with the tactical situation down there. Am I that obvious? I can't think of a better man for the job. Welcome home. Any unexpected guests? Not a single parasite, spore or virus. I take it your expedition was productive? Very. You're done here. You know, as interesting as that was, it's always good to get home. The speaker at the political rally... what was his name? Chancellor Kultrey? Kul-ta-rey. You could write a book about him alone. His speech reminded me of Winston Churchill before the Second World War. Something wrong? Malcolm? My communicator... What about it? It's gone. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. It's not in Decon. Any luck? Not yet. What about the Launch Bay crew? Could they have found it while they were securing the pod? I've already spoken to them. I did everything but tear up the floor plating. When was the last time you remember having it? I contacted T'Pol to let her know we'd entered the city. After that, did you have any reason to take it out of your pocket? No. Are you sure? I'd remember. Either I dropped it... or someone picked my pocket. We covered a lot of ground. It could be anywhere. I think I can narrow down the search, Captain. An inverse carrier wave should amplify its power signature. With any luck, I'll be able to isolate it. I'm getting something. I've got it down to two square kilometers. Can you do a little better? I'll try. Didn't you say something about a war ewing down there? We saw a lot of propaganda, but from what we could tell, nobody's started fighting. It's crucial we retrieve the technology. We can't risk contaminating a pre-warp culture. I've isolated the signal to within three city blocks. That's the best I can do, sir. This L-shaped structure... isn't that the fountain... the one with the statues? The tavern was directly across the street... here. The communicator could have slipped out of my pocket when we sat down. It's a good place to start. You've got the Bridge. Tell Dr. Phlox we're going to need his cosmetic services again. You could use another set of eyes down there, Captain. I appreciate the offer, Trip, but the fewer set of eyes the better. I'm a regular bloodhound. Next time. We'll be in range of their surveillance towers in less than two minutes. The hull plating's already been polarized. Your feet ready for another hike? It's not a problem, sir. Captain... my carelessness was inexcusable. I'm prepared for whatever reprimand you feel is appropriate. How about 30 years in the ig? Or maybe a good flogging? Sir... It was an accident, Malcolm. It could have happened to any of us. Three military aircraft... 72 kilometers off starboard. I suggest you increase our descent vector. That should keep us well below their visual threshold. This was the table? Positive. Try your scanner. Welcome back. What would you like? Can you give us a few minutes? Of course. Where's your friend? The young woman. You have a good memory. She was difficult to forget. I'll pass along the compliment. Do you live here? No, we're just visiting. We received a shipment of Allakas malt this afternoon. Sounds good. I've got it. Where? It's in a room... off that corridor. Were you in there? No. There are two people inside. Better wait till they come out. Does this belong to you? What is it? I don't know. What kind of weapon is this? Where's General Gosis? On the Eastern perimeter. Send a level four communiqué and tell him I think we found a pair of enemy spies. Take them to the Complex and put your men on alert. You won't be seeing your friends in the Alliance for a long time. I'm telling you, something's gone wrong. We should hail them. If they're in a public place, the communicator would draw attention. We'll have to take that risk. T'Pol to Captain Archer. The com line's open. Captain, please respond. Close the channel. Did you get a fix on the signal? Somewhere in this district. That's more than 30 kilometers from the tavern. Where's the shuttlepod? It hasn't moved. They couldn't have traveled that far on foot, not that fast. Maybe they took a train or a car. If there was a change of plan, they would've told us. Try to isolate their bio-signs. I want to know exactly where they are. There are nearly 100,000 people in that part of the city. We'd have more luck if we moved into a lower orbit. Any closer and we'd be detected. Do your best. Still bothering you? I didn't have time to visit the doctor. I wonder if the guard would ing us some Epsom salts. If I asked politely. Wouldn't count on it. We came down to retrieve my communicator. Now we've lost two of them. Not to mention my phase-pistol and a pair of scanners. Let's just hope they don't find the shuttlepod. If they really think we are spying for this Alliance, perhaps we should consider telling them the truth. I'm not sure anyone would believe us. It couldn't hurt to try. Visitors from another world? There's no way to know how they'd react. The less we say the better. Understood. Follow me. Which of you is the Captain? Something unexpected happened when I was examining this transmitter. It began to make a sound, so I opened it. Someone calling herself T'Pol seemed very concerned about her Captain's well-being. Which one of you was she trying to contact? I'm the Captain. The Alliance must be growing desperate if they're recruiting military officers as spies. We're not part of the military. I suppose you're the Captain of a pleasure boat. This transceiver? What's its frequency, its range? I don't know. This appears to be a computing instrument. Tell me, how does it work? My superiors expect answers. As an officer, I'm sure you can appreciate that. I have no desire to harm you, but I need you to cooperate. I'm sorry. I can't help you. I trust you enjoyed the rally this morning. That's why you're here, isn't it? It's curious, the two of you visiting this city the same day as Chancellor Kultarey. Did you come here to observe his security arrangements? Or perhaps assassinate him? We're aware of your ancestral claims against our city. It must make a tempting target. We're visitors, not spies. This T'Pol who tried to contact you, where is she? You've been surgically altered. General. His blood... it's red. Take them to Temec. Have him perform a full examination. They're here inside this compound. Guard towers, gun emplacements... it's not a hotel. We could take Shuttlepod 2, set it down here. They're being held less than 30 meters away. We'd be back in orbit before anyone knew they were gone. If you were captured, you'd be giving the inhabitants more technology. It would undoubtedly affect the evolution of their society. What if they didn't see us coming? We've still got that Suliban Cell Ship, the one we used to rescue Klaang from the Helix. I've been working on it in my free time. I'm pretty close to figuring out how it works. If I can ing the cloak on line, we can get past their defenses, grab our people, and no one will see a thing. Work quickly. I could use a hand. Aye, sir. I suggest we monitor the communiqués coming from the compound. They may tell us what's happening to the Captain and Mr. Reed. Right away. I don't get it. The power converter's engaged... juice is definitely flowing through these relays. So why can we still see the ship? Maybe this panel isn't the cloaking device. I've identified every other component. That's got to be it. Run the power-up sequence again. This would be a lot easier if there was a button marked cloak. Hold on a minute, Travis. Are you all right? Just got the wind knocked out of me a bit. Maybe a little more than that. Hmm. Is there any pain? It tingles a little. Yeah? Can you, uh... move your fingers? How's that? You tell me. They feel all right. What's your scanner say? Very little, I'm afraid. Quantum physics is hardly my specialty, but, uh, I'd guess that you received an intense dose of whatever particle radiation that ship uses to conceal itself. Are you saying I'm permanently cloaked? It's difficult to determine, but, uh, I suspect your appendage will eventually rematerialize on its own. Eventually? Come back in an hour. I'll check on your progress. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? I can't work like this. I'd also recommend a fresh uniform. Thanks. Shall we try this? Some kind of coherent energy pulse. I thought this technology was only theoretical. Our Alliance friends seem to have turned theory into reality. May I? There appears to be another setting. If the Alliance has equipped its troops with these weapons... Make sure the devices are kept under guard at all times. Use men you can trust. What did you find? See for yourself. How is this possible? There's only one explanation. Our prisoners belong to another species. Doctor Temec tells me your deformities are not the work of a surgeon. He found no obvious incisions or scar tissue. You're even more abnormal on the inside. A redundant renal organ and you're missing four thoracic verte ae. Temec can't even begin to explain this mass. As for your red blood, the doctor tells me your hemoglobin is based on iron, a toxic element. He conducted the test four times to be certain. He has a theory about where you came from. I found it difficult to believe until I saw this. One of our surveillance aircraft took this image early this morning. The pilot said the object was traveling at very high speed. Can you explain? None of the other planets in our system are capable of supporting life. Where do you come from? Our scientists tell me it's unlikely that a craft of this size could have traveled from another star system. They suspect a larger ship must be somewhere nearby... Perhaps orbiting our planet. Tell me your orders! Have you made contact with the Alliance? Answer me! Our intelligence reports... underestimate you, General. Alien creatures... You're even more delusional than we thought. This isn't a space ship. It's suborbital. A highly experimental aircraft. We've been observing your territory for months. How did you evade our surveillance towers? It's made from a composite alloy. Invisible to any of your... tracking systems. And your biological anomalies? We've been... genetically enhanced. What kind of enhancements? Our immune systems are resistant to chemical and biological weapons. And our internal organs have been modified to increase cellular regeneration by 30 percent. That way our wounds can heal more quickly. Create the perfect soldier. How many of you are there? We're prototypes. The only ones. And your devices, are they prototypes as well? All of them. Take them back. Do you believe them? It's a plausible explanation. The Alliance could have thousands of soldiers with these mutations. We need to verify what they've told us. I ran every imaginable test. If... I were to extract the organs... I could study them in more detail. You'll be in charge of the execution. I'll inform the prisoners. Subcommander, another communiqué. It's from a General Gosis to the Chancellor. He said they've captured two enemy spies. They're going to hang them. Reconnect the diffraction relays and we'll give it another shot. Any change? Still missing in action. Having a cloaked hand could have its advantages. Be useful in a poker match. I could probably become a world-class magician. It might be helpful on movie night... if you ing a date. In case you want to steal some popcorn. Let's try it again. Go ahead. Is it working? Not exactly. Shut her down. The cloaking generator's running at 110 percent and it's still not enough. Let's route more power from the warp relays. Maybe that'll do the trick. How soon can you launch? We're still reconfiguring the power matrix, but I'm pretty confident. You don't have time. They're going to be executed in less than two hours. We'll get it working on our way down if we have to. Look, invisible or not, this Cell Ship could take more of a beating than our shuttlepod. You're about to find out. Prepare it for launch. An upset stomach? Do you really think he'd fall for that? Well, it may be an old trick where we come from, but maybe they haven't heard of it here. Even if we got out of the compound, we'd never make it to the shuttle... not looking like this. Genetic enhancements. Very creative, Malcolm. Thanks. Improvisation isn't my strong suit. You made us sound like the Suliban. What do you suppose Enterprise will do... after we're...? If I know T'Pol... she won't want to leave any contamination behind. It may take some time, but she'll find a way to get everything back. Including our... remains. It's ironic... Giving our lives to protect people who want to kill us. It's a big planet, Malcolm. I'm sure they're not all like that. I'm not afraid, sir. What if we did tell them the truth? You said it yourself, Captain... they'd never believe us. If we show them to the shuttlepod... ing the General up to Enterprise... give them the grand tour... top it off with dinner in the Captain's Mess. We'd probably all have a good laugh over how he almost sent us to the gallows. I've gotten plenty of lectures on cultural contamination. But T'Pol never mentioned anything about sacrificing crewmen to prevent it. If we did tell them who we are... maybe it would do them a world of good. Look what the Vulcans did for Earth. That was different. These people haven't even split the atom yet. The Vulcans waited until we were ready. Until we had the ability to travel to other stars. We're doing the right thing, Malcolm. I'm sorry you won't get a chance to write that report. It could still happen, sir. I'm expecting a rescue party to come barging through that door... any moment. We'll be in range of those surveillance towers in less than two minutes. They'll never see us coming. On your feet. What was that? There's a power drain in the cloaking generator. Are the warp relays off-line? Primary and backups. The weapon nodes are active. I thought we diverted power from all the secondary systems. We did. They may have been programmed to reactivate when we launched. Three military aircraft off our port side. They're on an intercept course. Travis, can't you hold this thing steady? It'd be a lot easier if they stop firing at us. Commander! Stand by! He's my Tactical Officer. He can tell you everything you want to know about the Alliance's troop deployments, their weapons... Captain. You don't need to kill him. Your ride's here. Sir, the phase-pistol, our equipment. Don't leave without me. Let's go. The shuttlepod's right where you left it, sir. We'll be there in two minutes. Captain? Sir, looking for this? Come in. I've scanned the region ahead. There's a blue giant cluster three light-years from our current position. Any planets? None that are inhabited. Sounds like a nice change of pace. Have Travis set a course. Yes, sir. Was there something else? You took a risk coming down on that Cell Ship. Its cloaking device could have failed. A calculated risk. I'm glad you did it. What's important is that we got everything back... The communicator, the phase-pistol, the shuttlepod. We could have done a lot of damage to those people if we'd left any of it behind. We did do damage to those people. We've changed their perception of the Alliance. They now believe their enemy is capable of creating genetically enhanced soldiers, not to mention particle weapons. And thanks to that Suliban ship, they also think the Alliance has developed invisible aircraft. You don't have to leave technology behind to contaminate a culture. You were willing to sacrifice your life to protect them. I would not have expected that. You are making excellent progress. Yeah? What about this? That's nothing. Maybe nothing to you. Give it time, hmm? Give it time. Thanks, Doc.
- Science Officer's Log, - August 14, 2152. Enterprise remains on course for the trinary system. I've transmitted a distress call, but the nearest Vulcan ship is more than nine days away. By the time they arrive, they may only find de is... if that. Even if Enterprise makes it past the black hole without being destroyed... it seems likely the crew won't survive. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. I'm continuing my analysis of the condition that's stricken the crew. But without Dr. Phlox's assistance, I'm not hopeful about reversing its effects. I'm documenting my findings so that Starfleet will at least have a record of what happened. The symptoms began not long after we set a course for the trinary system. That was nearly two days ago. You're sure it's a black hole? A Class-4. According to the Vulcan starcharts, your people have surveyed more than 2,000 of these things. That's correct. But none of them were part of a trinary star system. How close can we get? The gravitational shear between the stars is extreme. We'd have to drop to impulse, but we should be able to approach to within five million kilometers. Close enough to get some nice pictures. How long would it take to reach the system at impulse? Two days. Set a course. Trip. If you've got some free time, I'd love it if you'd take a look at my chair. Sir? The Captain's chair. What about it? You may have noticed that I don't sit in it very much. Is there a problem? It's uncomfortable. When I lean back, I feel like I'm about to slide out of it. I have to sort of... perch on the edge. I always assumed it was the best seat in the house. Take a look at it for me? I was going to purge the impulse manifolds. The chair first, if you don't mind. Aye, aye, sir. Mm. Come in. Good morning. Morning. Am I interrupting? No, no, just thinking about something. Today's duty roster. Thanks. Lieutenant Reed has a new security protocol he'd like to discuss with you. I'll drop by the Armory. Anything else? Chef didn't report for duty this morning; he's ill. Is it serious? Dr. Phlox said it's a simple virus. He should be fine after a few days' rest. Ensign Sato has offered to take charge of the Mess Hall. Apparently, she spends some of her free time in the galley and is eager for an opportunity to cook for the crew. If it's all right with Chef. Let me ask you a question. I received a manuscript from Earth... a biography of my father. I've been asked to write the preface. Would you mind reading it when I'm done? I'd be happy to. If I can ever get it finished. I've been putting it off for weeks. The next two days should provide you with ample opportunity. It's not that I haven't had the time. They only asked for a page. How am I supposed to sum up my father's life in a page? It would've been easier if they'd asked me to write the book. Perhaps by focusing on one incident, a single event that exemplifies your relationship with your father, you'll be able to condense your thoughts. Logical approach. Maybe... you'd like to write it for me? I'm hardly qualified. Chef was planning to make fried chicken tonight with scalloped potatoes and some of the Minaran spinach we picked up on Risa. The orange spinach? He's convinced there's a way to make it edible. Why don't we let him tackle that when he gets back? I have something else in mind. It's one of my grandmother's specialties. The recipe's been passed down for generations. I'll need a translation before I can program the protein resequencer. Oh, no. You can resequence all the chicken and potatoes you want, but I am making this from scratch. Ensign. Is there something I can do for you? I've got a little headache, nothing serious. Why don't you let me have a look? I was hoping you could just give me something. I'm right in the middle of upgrading the navigation sensors. It would be irresponsible to dispense medication without examining you first. Hmm? Please. Any other symptoms? Dizziness... blurred vision? No. How long have you had it? A couple of days, on and off. Well, I've been meaning to have you drop by Sick Bay in any case. Hmm? To see if you've had any problems since I removed the neural implants you received at the repair station. You think it could have something to do with that? Oh, I never rule out anything. Then again, it could be as innocuous as muscular tension. On the other hand, Terrellian plague starts out with a simple headache... and then all manner of nasty things begin to happen. Commander. Commander. Push it forward. That's good. Hold it there. Commander! Perhaps you could finish that later. This may not be as glamorous as a black hole, but the Captain gave me an order. He also requested detailed sensor readings of this trinary system. I thought Vulcans had all this mental focus and discipline. We also have sensitive hearing. Huh. I'll be in my quarters. We'll let you know when we're done. Keep those target discriminators aligned. We don't want a torpedo mistaking one of our own nacelles for an enemy vessel. You asked to see me, Malcolm? I would have come to you, Captain. It's no problem. What's on your mind? I've been reviewing our encounters with hostile species. The crew's response has been admirable, but I feel we can do better, sir. And you have a proposal? I've been thinking about a shipwide emergency alert. Something a bit more comprehensive than battle stations. We're taking far too long to react to potential threats. With a single order from you or an impact to the hull, the plating could be polarized, weapons ought on line, critical systems secured. I appreciate your concern, Malcolm, but this isn't a warship. Well, that's obvious, sir. During our last run-in with the Suliban, we were... unprepared for their boarding parties. When the Mazarites attacked, they disabled our aft sensors with their first shot. The list goes on. I can see that. Run this by the senior officers. Get some feedback, and we'll talk again. Yes, sir. And, Malcolm? Don't call it battle stations. Think of something less... aggressive. How is it? Just great. Condition Red? Huh? What about Condition Red for the new security protocol? Why don't you just call it Security Protocol? Well, that's not very dynamic. Do you think a cup holder's too much? I beg your pardon? For the Captain's chair. He just wanted the seat adjusted, but I figured... as long as I'm working on it. Just what the Captain needs in a crisis... a place to rest his beverage. I'm also upgrading the status displays. He'll be able to access tactical data from the armrest. If you really want to improve tactical readiness, why don't you help me with this protocol? I'm a little busy right now, Malcolm. It's a chair! It's the Captain's chair. It's just as important as your... Reed Alert. Reed Alert? That's not bad. Enjoying your lunch? Yeah. Thanks. It was, uh, terrific. It's called oden. Every Japanese family has their own way of preparing it. Well... it seems to be a big hit. Congratulations. Thank you. Lieutenant, you barely touched yours. Uh, it was lovely. I'll get you a fresh bowl. That's not necessary. It's no problem. Please. Not hungry. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with it? Well... it was a bit salty. Salty? Oh, it tastes fine. Well, it just must be me, then. Everybody else seems to be enjoying it. How much longer is this going to take? That depends. On what? Hold still, Ensign. I have to get back to the Bridge. Well, I'm afraid you won't be returning to duty today. The Captain needs those upgrades, Doctor. When it comes to medical matters, my authority overrides the Captain's. I'm keeping you overnight for observation. But your scans didn't show anything! That's what concerns me. Whatever's afflicting you may be laying dormant. I'm going to run a full biomolecular scan to see if we can find where it's hiding. Now, lie... back... and don't move. When I was about eight years old, my father took me on a tour of the Warp 5 Facility outside of Bozeman, Montana. He introduced me to the people he worked with, scientists with names like... Tasaki and... Cochrane. At the time, I didn't realize the significance of those... names or the... the significance of... my father's work. Computer, pause. I'll feed you in a minute. Computer, resume recording. In a way, creating a stable... warp field mirrored the... the f-flux of emotions my... father felt when he... embarked on... Computer, pause. Delete the last paragraph. Hell, delete the whole thing. Quiet. Come in. Here's your sensor interface. What's the emergency? This trinary system is emitting some unusual radiation. I'm trying to identify it. You dragged me up here so you could identify radiation? Correct. You said it was urgent. I said it was important. I get it. You're paying me back, making me jump through hoops because I was making too much noise. Well, you'll be happy to know I moved the Captain's chair down to Engineering. So, it's nice and quiet on the Bridge now. I prefer to work here. I'll need your assistance with this. Weren't you listening to me? I don't have time to cater to your whims. You want to get your name immortalized in the Vulcan database, get someone else to help you do it. Are you feeling all right, Commander? I know you don't think this chair is important, but you're wrong. What's the most critical component on this ship? The main computer? The warp reactor? Uh-uh, it's the crew, and the most important member of the crew is the Captain. He makes life-and-death decisions every day, and the last thing he needs to be thinking in a critical situation is, Gee, I wish this chair wasn't such a pain in the ass. Doctor? Shh! When are you going to...? Wait! I have just enough time to shower and get changed. I haven't discharged you, Ensign. I haven't slept all night, and I'm supposed to go on duty in 15 minutes. I need to perform a cere al micro-section. A what? Lie down. No more tests. I have to get to the Bridge. I'm giving you an order. If I don't finish those upgrades, I could get a reprimand. It'll be in my permanent record. You have far more to worry about than a blemish on your record. Do you see there? Hmm?! Your cortical scan shows elevated levels of serotonin and several other neurotransmitters. What does that mean? I'll let you know once I've completed the micro-section. Can't it wait until after my shift? Absolutely not. If the Captain doesn't think I can handle my duties, I'll be scrubbing plasma conduits on D-Deck for the next five years. I could be court-martialed. And what if you're carrying a protocystian spore... hmm? And you infect the rest of the crew? How will that reflect on you, hmm? Or what if you suddenly suffer a seizure at the helm, because you've contracted Andronesian encephalitis? Now, there is something wrong with you, Ensign, and I intend to find out what it is. Not today! Not during my shift! Unless you're ready to tie me to a bio-bed, I'm going back to my helm. At least let me give you an analgesic... for the headache, hmm? Well, that's all I wanted in the first place. If it gets any worse or you suffer any other symptoms... return here immediately. What did you...? I've been working on the new security protocol. Obviously, the reactor must be secured immediately during a Tactical Alert. Tactical Alert? I considered your suggestion... Reed Alert... But, well, it seemed a bit narcissistic. Hand me that hyperspanner, would you? I've also been working on a new alert signal. Tell me what you think. Or this one?! Well, which do you prefer? For what? A Tactical Alert. They both sound like a bag full of cats. Well, they were designed to get your attention. I'll look this over and get back to you. I also need your help on an emergency shutdown procedure for the EPS grid. I said... I'll get back to you. Fine. Let's hope we don't suffer a catastrophic reactor each in the meantime. Malcolm... one of your boys borrowed my laser micrometer. If you're heading to the Armory, could you get it back for me? Ensign... if we don't serve something soon, we're going to have a riot on our hands. Is this too salty? Something's not right. Hand me the Kreetassan spice. I'll add it to the stock. Oh, I'm out of carrots. There are 25 people... Carrots! With all due respect, you've been cooking the same meal over and over again. I believe I'm in charge of the galley. I understand that... You're relieved. Ma'am... Get out! Lieutenant... I need your assis... Clearance code? I beg your pardon? What is your clearance code? The Armory is a restricted area. Even to the First Officer? How do I know you are the First Officer? We've encountered species that can alter their appearance. They could masquerade as any one of us. I've issued codes to all senior officers to reveal if the ship's been infiltrated by impostors. Part of your new security protocol? It was sent to your console as a voice-encrypted command packet. I haven't been to the Bridge for several hours. As I was saying, I need assistance establishing a sensor interface in my quarters. I've asked Commander Tucker, but he became... agitated. It was uncharacteristic, even for him. Have you noticed anything abnormal about his behavior? Why do you want to access the sensor array... from your quarters? I was asked to run detailed scans of the trinary star system. I wasn't informed. It isn't a tactical issue. Lieutenant... why are you armed? From now on, security personnel are to wear side arms in all restricted areas. Have you cleared this with the Captain? It's in my proposal. Has he approved your proposal? I've been trying to get him to pay closer attention to security since we left Spacedock, but he's more interested in fraternizing with the crew. Inviting them to eakfast, and to watch water polo. I intend to implement some long-overdue changes, and if the Captain won't approve them, then I'll go directly to Starfleet Command. Was there anything else? No. It wasn't long before I realized the odd behavior wasn't limited to Commander Tucker. In fact, everyone I encountered was acting strangely, growing consumed with matters that seemed trivial, at best. I also discovered that, although I appeared to be immune, the Captain was not. What happened to my chair? Did you know that this chair is the exact same model used on Neptune-Class survey ships? Is that why you called me down here? Enterprise is the first warp 5 vessel in human history... The pride of the fleet... And you're sitting in a chair they've been using on warp 2 ships for over a decade. You deserve better, so I'm starting from scratch. I'm going to build you a throne. Stand right there. I need to get a few parametric scans to get your exact dimensions. This baby is going to fit like a glove. Isn't that used for aligning phase coils? You won't feel a thing. Long as I'm down here, maybe I can get your opinion. Don't move. How does one measure a man's legacy? Is it defined by the works he's created, the technological advances that will forever alter the course of human history? Turn around. If so, then no man since Zefram Cochrane, himself, has made a more lasting contribution to the future of humankind than my father, Dr. Henry Archer. All done. What do you think? Sounds good. Let me read you the rest. I really need to get to work on this. It's just a few more pages. How many more? Nineteen. Nineteen?! Are you writing the preface or the book? I've got a lot to say. No kidding. What's that supposed to mean? Well, if I may, sir... it's a little longwinded. You're lucky you're a decent engineer, because you obviously don't know anything about writing. I'm not the only one. I have 83 people to feed, not just senior officers. All I requested was a bowl of plomeek oth. I don't have time for special orders. Anyway, you'll like this better. Where's lunch? It'll be ready in one minute, sir. I don't have a minute. If you're so hungry, fix yourself a sandwich. Captain? May I speak with you? That is a very complex recipe. I will not serve it till it's just right. My family's reputation is at stake! This is a Tactical Alert. All hands report to your stations. I repeat, this is a Tactical Alert. Report! The crew's response was unacceptable. 38 percent of them failed to report to their stations. Critical systems haven't been secured. I haven't even heard from Engineering. Shut off that damn noise! Shut it off! I don't recall authorizing a tactical drill. Well, it wouldn't be much of a drill if everybody knew about it, sir. One minute and 15 seconds. What? It took you one minute and 15 seconds to reach your post. I'd expect more of our commanding officer given that the crew just might follow his example. Captain? One minute and 49 seconds. You might want to see this, sir. Interactive status displays, secondary helm control. It's even got inertial micro-dampers. The ship could be shaking apart and you'd hardly feel a thing. You ignored a Tactical Alert for this? I want to run some colors by you for the headrest. This is all a big joke to you. Give it a rest. This isn't a bloody pleasure cruise. Without proper discipline on this ship, this mission is doomed. Why don't you go play soldier somewhere else? If this were a military situation, you'd be taken out and shot. Hey, hey, hey, hey... I don't care what color the headrest is or whether it can serve me iced tea. I just want a place to sit when I'm on duty. And if I hear that alarm one more time, I may have you taken out and shot. Unless there's a real emergency... Like a reactor each... I don't want to be disturbed. Go away. Do I have to start locking my door? You said to interrupt you if there was an emergency. I believe there is. Is that right? The crew's behavior has become erratic. Even by human standards. They've grown distracted. Everyone I've encountered appears to be preoccupied with trivial matters. Ensign Sato's recipe, for example. Your preface. We should declare a medical emergency and have Dr. Phlox examine the crew. I suggest he begin with you. I'm busy. Captain...? Dismissed. Your crew is in danger. I gave you an order. Captain...? I suggest you follow it... or I'll have you confined to your quarters, until... until a Vulcan ship can come and get you. Oh, you're just in time, Subcommander. There's a surgical gown in the compartment by the microscope. This is a rare opportunity to explore the human ain. Was he injured? Oh, headache. At first, I thought it was a simple vascular dilation, but then I discovered... a chemical imbalance in his prefrontal cortex. I'm going to begin by extracting the first 12 millimeters of his parietal lobe. A subcellular analysis of the tissue should shed some light on the mystery. Doctor, you may want to delay the procedure. We have a larger problem. The entire crew is ill. They'll have to wait. You've been affected, as well. Please remove your hand. I won't ask you again. I'll let you know when I've completed the surgery. The crew's bio-signs were growing erratic. I began to doubt any of them would survive more than a few hours. Ironically, Dr. Phlox's obsession with Ensign Mayweather's headache has provided some useful data. His cere al scans have helped me determine that the radiation coming from the trinary system is causing... Computer, pause. Computer, resume log. My radiometric analysis is complete. As I suspected, reversing course won't take us out of danger quickly enough. The radiation appears to extend outward at least half a light-year in every direction except one. If I can chart a course between the stars, we could escape the radiation before the crew succumbs. But I won't be able to pilot the ship alone. Captain? Captain Archer! You're needed on the Bridge. I told you not to disturb me. We have very little time. What are you doing? Your crew may be dying. What? Do you remember that trinary star system? The one with the black hole? It's emitting a dangerous form of radiation. It's affecting your prefrontal cortex. I believe that's why you and the crew have been exhibiting obsessive behavior. Some of the crew's bio-signs are already unstable. If you're exposed to the radiation much longer, you won't survive. Do you understand what I'm telling you? Turn it off. Do you understand? Yes... radiation. Tell... Phlox, if the... the crew's sick... tell Phlox... He's been affected as well. But not you? Vulcan physiology seems to be immune. Bring us about. Turn the ship around. It's not that simple. If we go back the way we came, we'll spend two more days in the radiation field. I've charted a course that'll have us clear of the radiation in less than 17 minutes. Lousy coffee. But we'll have to pass within two million kilometers of the black hole. There's considerable de is and gravitational shear. Someone needs to pilot Enterprise while I determine the course corrections. Travis? He's been sedated. I'm in no condition... to... fly... a starship. We have no other choice. More gravitational shear. We're too far to port. But you said bearing 2.4. 12.4. My mistake. 12... 4. How much longer is this going to take? Six minutes. I'm good for that. Another shear front. You need to rotate our longitudinal axis by 12 degrees and ing our flight vector to 014 mark 27. Hold on, hold on. Zero-what? 014 mark... Mark 27. Just minor de is. The hull plating is holding. Our lateral vector is drifting. Captain! Hang on a second. I feel like I'm in... flight school again. You're doing well. New heading. 006 mark 4. Six... Captain! I see it. We need phase cannons. They take too long to charge. All weapons are on line. It must be part of the new security protocol. Fire! Could you shut that off? How much longer? Less than ten seconds. Five more seconds. Any more surprises? Nothing on sensors. Did we get some nice pictures of the black hole? How are you feeling? A little tired, but the headache's gone. What'd you do? Very little... fortunately. You're, uh... free to go. Captain. How's the crew? Oh, I'm continuing to monitor vital signs, but I've detected no lingering effects from the radiation. Mostly just rattled nerves, a few uises and sprains from when some of them lost consciousness. I appreciate your intervening, uh, before I got any further with Mr. Mayweather's procedure. I wasn't certain it would work on a Denobulan. It worked quite effectively, I can assure you. What procedure on Mr. Mayweather? The radiation affected my nervous system rather severely. I'll be with you in a moment. I'll provide you with a full report when I've finished treating the crew. You wanted to see me, Captain? I did. When T'Pol and I were navigating the de is field, your Tactical Alert went off. I heard, sir. I've already deactivated the new protocols. You shouldn't have. They ought the weapons on line right when we needed them. If you have no objection, I'd like to make it standard procedure. No objection, sir. You still need to work on that alarm. I'll get right on it. Doesn't look any different to me. Give it a try. Hmm... It feels better. What did you do? Cross your legs. What did you do? Seems totally different. I lowered it... by one centimeter. That's all? Didn't have time to install the new status displays or the inertial micro-dampers, but, uh... if you give me a couple of days... I think this will be fine, Commander. Thanks. How about I just attach the cup-holder? This'll be fine. How does this sound?
These are at least 300 years older than the ones in the last chamber. You sure you can't read any of this? Nope. How about you? Well, I think this says tall guys are popular. Mm, you're a budding linguist. Let's get a shot of that one. I wonder what happened to them. It is kind of weird. Not a single bio-sign on the entire planet. Tucker. You about finished down there, Trip? You can't believe these ruins, sir. We've been through two dozen chambers. No telling how many more there are. I'm afraid you're not going to find out today. That storm we told you about hasn't changed course. You and Hoshi are going to need to get back to Enterprise. We'll just finish up with Mr. Tall and Popular. We should back to the shuttlepod in five, six minutes. Don't take any longer than that. Archer out. Captain? We have another storm. Another one? The discharges are more intense. It's a good deal bigger. And stronger. It's pushing the first storm through these mountains at twice the speed it was moving a few minutes ago. They're diamagnetic storms, Captain, saturated with polaric energy. This is the shuttle? Less than ten kilometers from the first storm. You may not be able to see yet, but it'll be coming through the mountain pass to the north. We can see it just fine, Captain. The storms are throwing up too much interference into the atmosphere. The shuttle's out of the question. Captain, these ruins have very thick walls. I'm sure we'll be safe inside. I'm afraid we're not talking about thunder clouds, Hoshi. A polaric burst that could short-circuit a shuttlepod could do a lot worse to your nervous system. But, sir, these buildings are over 4,000 years old. I'm sure they've survived hundreds of these storms. I've sent Malcolm down to the transporter. We're going to need to ing you up one at a time. Couldn't we wait it out inside the shuttle? Polarize the hull plating? That would most likely attract the polaric discharge. You have to do this, Hoshi. There's no choice. I'll need you clear of the structure, one at a time. Understood, Captain. Ah, ladies first. Have you ever done this? No, but the Captain has and Malcolm did it twice. They said there's nothing to it. Your molecules get pulled apart. Then they get put back together again. Do you know how many molecules you're made up of? Lots. All right, how many? A few trillion. That's a pretty big jigsaw puzzle. What if some of the pieces get put in the wrong place? You know, I bet a lot of them look real similar. Starfleet said it's safe. That's good enough for me. Okay, okay, but you go first and if you get to Enterprise in one piece, I'll be right behind you. Fair enough. Tucker to Enterprise. I read you, Commander. Ready to go. Commander! Safe and sound. I'm on my way, sir. Ensign Sato ready for transport. Welcome to the club. How do those molecules feel? All in the right place? I'll let you know. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Come in. No worse for the wear, Ensign? I guess you could say that, sir. I'll be at my post in a few minutes. I just want to clean up and change. I think you've had enough excitement for one afternoon. The morning will be fine. Thank you. I assume you and Trip will want to finish your survey tomorrow, weather permitting. Sir? You left a shuttlepod down there, remember? Somebody's got to go back and get it. I'm sure Commander Tucker can find someone else to hold the second flash unit. You wouldn't be using the transporter, Hoshi. You'd be taking the other pod. I don't want to get lost. Lost? Too much excitement for one day. I could really use some rest, sir. See you in the morning. So he tells her it was merely a warp imbalance. That's a lie, Malcolm. - We all heard it, Commander. - There's no use pretending. Come on, Travis... Anyone sitting here? But that's what you said, though! No. No. Is anyone sitting here? No. Please. So what was it like? Travis, let her eat her supper. It was very unsettling. Didn't you find it unsettling? Well, for a minute or two, but once I counted my fingers and toes... I don't know. I just don't feel right. It was probably that storm. You don't forget things like that too quickly. It's not the storms. It's the transporter. I don't feel like myself since I went through it. You know, I need to check the medical database and find out what happened to the people they used when they were testing that thing. You mean other than Cyrus Ramsey? Cyrus Ramsey? Ah, don't tell me you don't know about poor Cyrus. Am I supposed to? You can't go on a survival overnight without hearing a story about someone seeing Ramsey's molecules rematerializing on a foggy night. Hmm... What happened to him? Next thing you'll tell us you never heard of the Easter bunny. What happened to him? Madison, Wisconsin... May, I think, 2146. He was a test subject for the first long-range transport. Just 100 meters. Something went wrong with the pattern buffer. He never rematerialized. Come on, Hoshi, everybody's heard of Cyrus Ramsey. I must have fallen asleep before the ghost stories. Where did you do your survival training? Death Valley, California. Middle of July, naturally. You? Captain and I were in the same group: Alice Springs, Australia. Never saw so many flies in my life. Biting kind. Tucker. The storms are eaking up. I don't think we'll have any trouble getting you back down in the morning. Travis was just telling me he'd like to see the ruins. Well, I don't think Hoshi will be joining you. I'll need a pallet to ing the other pod back. Travis, it is. I'll see you both in the morning. Archer out. Never say I don't take you anywhere. You don't take me anywhere. See you later. Doctor? Dr. Phlox. Hello? Ah, Ensign. Something I can do for you? I just looked in there. Were you in there? Did you hear me come in? I was feeding my leeches. Are you all right? You didn't hear me? I'm right here, Ensign. Are you not feeling well? No, I'm not feeling well. I dematerialized and then I rematerialized and... no, I'm not feeling well. I heard about your ordeal on the surface. Those storms sounded terrifying. Doctor, I'm not talking about the storms. I'm talking about my molecules. Hmm, come sit down. Let's take a look. It'll take me a while to account for every molecule, but you appear to be in one piece. I don't think you're in danger of becoming the next Cyrus Ramsey. Don't tell me they talk about him on Denobula. Oh, I spent nearly nine months on Earth, remember? I just don't feel right. Ever since the transport, I've been shaky, not myself. Not a single biomolecular anomaly. No? How about this? A subcutaneous pigmentation. It's not where it used to be. It was a good centimeter lower. Well, it looks lovely where it is now. It's not a joke, Doctor. If that machine could move a birthmark, who knows what else it could do. I'm telling you, I don't feel right. I have a lot of animals to feed before bedtime. If I were you, I'd get a good night's sleep, hmm? Hello? You're needed on the Bridge, Ensign. What time is it? 1100 hours. There's been an emergency. 1100 hours, that's impossible. My shift starts at 0800. Now, Ensign. I'm sorry, Captain, I don't know what happened. Tucker and Mayweather have been taken hostage. Trip got off a short message, but we haven't heard anything in the last hour. Taken hostage by who? The people down there didn't like you disturbing their ruins. People? There wasn't a bio-sign on the planet! The chambers you and Mr. Tucker photographed contained sacred relics. How could you possibly know that? Have you found their bio-signs? They're still in the complex. I'm trying to isolate the specific chamber. It's Mayweather's communicator. Go ahead, Travis. Aask-jassoss! Kless-taskossa-moost! Ensign? I need more. This is Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. We apologize if we've trespassed. My crewmen didn't mean any harm. Saj-kass-mooratta! Assk-oss! I'm sorry, sir, it's not working. I'm going to need more. Can I speak to one of my officers? Nook-saa! Nook-saa! Joos-ooras-jaaksa! Shoss-tanna-raak-tooka! Mooras-aansanna-taas jaaksa! It's not going to get much better than that. What's the problem? Maybe you should forget about the UT. Just try and talk to them. Asjaal-sookoss...? Slaajoora! Raak-raak-saa! Tanns-raak... ooras-tooranna... Nook-saa! Haasta! If I went back to the universal translator, maybe I could... You already tried that. Talk to them. I can't. Lives are at stake, Ensign. I know. I don't understand what he's saying. I'm... I'm sorry. I'm... sorry. No need to apologize. Why don't you go back to your quarters and get some rest. Captain, I realize I overslept. I don't know how it happened. But, please, I don't want to go back to my quarters. Take the com. Aye, Captain. Malcolm. Anyone sitting here? Subcommander? Ensign... would you like to join me? Thank you. I would've thought you'd be on the Bridge. Why is that? Commander Tucker, Travis... The hostage situation was resolved. They're back on board. It's only been an hour since I left the Bridge. What happened? Crewman Baird deciphered their language. A simple bimodal syntax. I don't understand how. With the universal translator. That's impossible. I ran every linguistic algorithm. When the Captain agreed to return the soil and rock samples and destroy the photographs that were taken, the hostages were released. If we have decrypted the language, I should get back to the Bridge. It sounds like the Captain might want to speak with them again. Captain Archer has asked that you remain off duty for the time being. Crewman Baird has been placed in charge of communications. After lunch, you should take a look at the secondary couplings. They're going to need to be aligned. Alison. Start on C-Deck, then work your way down. Yes, ma'am. The stream's too unstable. Come on, Hoshi. What? You can do it, Ensign. It's as easy as one, two... Can you see me? Ensign? Can you see me? Is there something in particular you'd like me to look at? Something's wrong, Doctor. Something's very wrong. Ever since I used that transporter, nothing has been the way that it's supposed to be. I couldn't translate a simple bimodal syntax, but Crewman Baird could. Crewman Baird doesn't know the first thing about our linguistic database. And Captain Archer told me to stay in my quarters, but my mirror doesn't want to give me a solid reflection, and my shower can't decide whether to bounce off me or go through me. And nobody wants to talk to me. Sometimes, I think they don't even see that I'm there. The turbolift control won't even respond to me. Well, I see you, Ensign. And the Sick Bay doors responded when you came in. Transporter technology is very new. I'm sure humans were equally frightened when the automobile was introduced, or the airplane. New forms of transport take a while to get used to. I'm not at all surprised at your reaction. You wouldn't catch me using that apparatus. But I... I can promise you one thing. You're in perfect health. You're neither transparent nor porous. You won't put this on my medical record, will you? As far as I'm concerned, I didn't even see you come in here. Not funny, Doctor. I would like to give you a mild sedative, hmm? It'll help you get a good night's sleep. If it's all the same to you, the last thing I need right now is to be medicated. As you wish. But stop by in the morning, all right? First thing. Thank you, Doctor. You're upside down, Ensign. I was taught never to contradict a superior officer. The Captain told me what happened. Did they treat you all right? Didn't even tie us up. As soon as the Captain promised to give them their stuff back, they walked us to the shuttlepods and away we went. I'm sorry I wasn't more helpful trying to translate. I don't know what happened. Well, we're safe and sound. That's all that matters. Have you tried this thing? I get motion sickness, remember? Have you felt okay since we were transported yesterday? Considering that I've been back down to the surface, kidnapped and released, I've probably had better days. Why, are you not feeling well? I didn't think I was. But the doctor seems to feel my symptoms are psychological. What kind of symptoms? I just haven't been myself. Everything's a little off... even the laws of physics. Well, in that case, you're right. You shouldn't get on this thing. The laws of physics don't apply in here, either. Sorry. Just trying to cheer you up. It's okay. Phlox promises me I'll be fine. It's going to be a while before any of us gets used to being... taken apart and put back together again. It seems perfectly natural to be anxious about it. I hope it's just a question of being anxious. Well, what else could it be? I saw my reflection become transparent. I saw water pass right through my hand. I'm not convinced that the transporter put me back the way it's supposed to. All the king's horses and all the king's men. I can see why you might imagine the universe unraveling. If you're afraid you haven't been put back together right, why assume anything else makes sense? If I were you, I'd ask the doc for a sedative. Nothing like crawling into bed. You men are all alike. No, wait and see. A night's sleep will do you a world of good. Thank God you're here. I've been stuck in here for hours. The door control is... She was here last night, right over there. Commander. T'Pol to Captain Archer. Go ahead. Have the security details reported back? No sign of her yet. We've covered the forward section of C-Deck. She's not here. Yes, she is. Have you tried the bio-searches again, Captain? Still nothing. Well, I'll go take a look at them. I'm going to maintain our present orbit until Hoshi turns up. T'Pol, meet me in Sick Bay right away. Yes, sir. She came to Sick Bay after the incident with the storm. Then a second time early last night. She wasn't feeling well? She said she felt shaky. You're aware that was the first time she'd ever transported? Quite aware. I believed that was the source of her anxiety. She was convinced her molecules hadn't been reassembled properly. I should've taken her more seriously. These are the biomolecular scans I took during each of her two visits. They seemed perfectly normal at the time. When I heard she was missing, something made me take a closer look. You see these protein filaments? Now look at... this. I'm going to need some help here, Phlox. Look how much her subcellular mem anes have degraded. These scans were taken less than 24 hours apart. It's virtually impossible. What's impossible? Ensign Sato wasn't imagining it. Her molecules are coming apart. It's the secondary phase coils. What about them? They're not aligning. They're not perfectly synchronized. It must've happened right after I came up from the surface. If they're not perfectly synchronized? The resequencing would start to dissipate. Within hours, she'll lose molecular cohesion. She didn't want to go first. I told her I wouldn't leave her alone with that storm coming, but she insisted on going second. She wanted to be sure it was working, that it was safe. I'm the one who should be missing. I told her to go first. She should've listened to me. It wasn't your fault. Take the transporter off-line and figure out what went wrong. Starfleet promised me this sort of thing wouldn't happen. Aye, sir. Captain, if there was a loss of molecular cohesion, I'm afraid we shouldn't be looking for Hoshi per se. What should we be looking for? Subcellular residue. There wouldn't be anything left by now except for subcellular residue. You're wrong, Doctor. I'm still in one piece. You just can't see me. Have the doctor help you recali ate the sensors. Then start scanning for this... residue. Archer to Mayweather. Go ahead, sir. Prepare to eak orbit and resume previous course. Aye, Captain. I'll be in... my ready room. There's no way to be certain this is her. Is it Hoshi's DNA or isn't it? It's difficult to tell. The amino acids have oken down. - Don't waste your time. - It's not me. The internal scan said Access Shaft B7. She's got to be here somewhere. If you spend a little more time trying to figure out what happened to... Aask-jassoss! What's the problem? The stream's too unstable. Lieutenant? You can do it, Ensign. It's as easy as one, two... Here, Doc, over here. What do you think? Try isolating the dipeptides. Now run a comparison with her genetic profile. Why would she have come down here? I doubt we'll ever know, Commander. Well, Captain Archer will want Hoshi's parents to have this. They're both alive, aren't they? Yeah, both alive. You go ahead, Doc. I'm going to... I'm going to stick around for a minute. I understand. Hoshi. You can see me? I should've made you go first. What could I have been thinking leaving you down there? I was the ranking officer and I had no business leaving a subordinate in the path of those storms. Why didn't you listen to me? I told you we'd be safe. And now look what you've done. Aask-jassoss toorat. Raak-sakoss. Aask-kass toorat? Vaas. Captain, I need you to listen to me. There are aliens on board from the surface. They're planting bombs on D-Deck. You've got to hear me. The ship is in danger. Go ahead. We've located her father, sir. The mother isn't home. What time is it there? 0900. Put him through. Good morning, sir. Captain Archer. Is everything all right? No, sir, everything... is not all right. We've had an accident with our transporting device. Transporting device? What is that? You don't have time for this. A matter-stream converter. It was approved for transporting bio-matter before we left Earth. Got to find something that'll get your attention. We've used it a number of... Bio-matter? What are you referring to, produce or people? I'm just... trying to explain to you that Starfleet told us it was safe. So... Hoshi is safe. No, sir. There was an accident. She began to... Her molecules began to destabilize. Her molecules? What are you talking about, Captain? This isn't easy, sir. I fought to get Hoshi to come on this mission. I'm responsible for her being out here. She's... become a member of our family. Family? We're her family, not you. Why are you calling me? To say that she has become a member of your family? I'm sorry, Captain. You are not making any sense. We lost Hoshi today... Mr. Sato. I wish I didn't have to tell you that. You are saying Hoshi is dead? We're all going to be dead I'm sorry, sir. If I can't get him to notice this. Maybe... you could call us back later. This afternoon? How about Morse code? You know Morse Code, don't you? I must have time to speak with Hoshi's mother. Come on, listen. This afternoon. Can you hear it? I'm so sorry. So am I. Come on. That's right. It's not supposed to be making that noise, is it? Listen, you can hear it. S-O-S. S-O-S... It's a call for help. I need you to hear it. Archer to T'Pol. Yes, Captain? Could you come in here for a minute? Right away. That's right... show it to her. One of you will figure it out. Look at this. I've never heard it make that noise before. A plasma circuit's being interrupted. I'll ask Commander Tucker to take a look at it. Listen to the pattern. Three dots, three dashes, three dots. S-O-S. Dots. Dots and dashes... Morse code. Its been used on Earth for centuries. It's a distress call. Let's see how good your memory is. H... O... It's changed. S... H... It still sounds like Morse code. I. Come on. This plasma circuit is self-contained. No one outside of this room could be using it to send a message. I'm not outside this room, I'm right here. It's been a very difficult day. Perhaps you should try and get some rest. You're right. I'll have Trip look at it tomorrow. Tomorrow's too late! They're going to blow up the ship. Captain! Taskjas-looran nee-jat. Ook'ka-sah. Soorar aht-toss! Sahrrok. Akaasloora-vee-noyanna. Tett. No, wait! What's the problem? What? The stream's too unstable. Come on, Hoshi. Come on. You can do it, Ensign. It's as easy as one, two... three. Nice work, Malcolm. See, I told you, piece of cake. Where are they? We've got to stop them. Who? You heard me? You can hear me? Do you see me? Everything's fine, Hoshi. It's not fine. They put bomb on the warp reactor. Who? The aliens from the surface. There's no one on the surface... It's uninhabited. What are you talking about? They kidnapped you and Travis! We've got to stop them! Hoshi, the transporter was affected by the storms. I had some trouble reintegrating your matter stream. Trouble? You were sort of... trapped in the pattern buffer. But only for a few seconds. 8.3 seconds to be precise. Are you saying that I was just on the surface? You insisted on going second. Do you have a mirror? What? Forget it. And I was sure I was going to be the next Cyrus Ramsey. Cyrus who? So you're saying all of that happened in eight seconds? Actually, it probably happened in the last one or two seconds as your matter stream was coalescing. She seems fine. Malcolm is recommending some new transport protocols to Starfleet. He's suggesting we start compressing the transport beam. Well, I hope you don't plan on beaming me anywhere for a long time. But you said you stepped onto the aliens' transporter by choice. I was trying to save Enterprise. Sounds like you overcame your fear. It's all in my head, remember? Does it matter? You were afraid of getting lost, afraid of disappearing... but you still climbed onto that platform. Real or not. If it's all the same to you, sir, I'd like to stick to shuttlepods for the time being. Come on. Let's go to the Bridge. Captain... if you don't mind.
Archer to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. I know you're off duty, but we've got visitors. I can see that. Are you up for a little repair work? Sir? Meet me at Docking Port 2. On my way. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. Anything serious? They said they were having trouble with one of their life-support systems. Who's they? Retellian cargo pilots. The seal is secure. Welcome aboard. Gracious of you to help us, Captain. We were beginning to think our distress call would never be answered. This is Subcommander T'Pol and my Chief Engineer, Commander Tucker. Our salvation. The Captain said something about life support. We were hired to return a young woman to her homeworld. A few days ago, her stasis pod began to malfunction. Stasis? Is she injured? No, no. She's a passenger. But our ship is designed to haul cargo, not people, and it's a very long journey. Putting her in suspended animation was our only choice. We have another five months ahead of us. If she wakes up, there won't be enough food, air to eathe. If we're forced to abort the mission, we won't get... paid. Commander Tucker is resourceful. I'm sure he'll be able to assist you. Mind if I have a look? Please. You've been very accommodating. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make another request. It's been a long time since we've enjoyed the luxury... of a bath. Oh. I understand. T'Pol will show you to guest quarters. When you're done, I'll have my chef prepare you a meal. This regulates power flow to the bio-pod. Looks very creative. These relays are from an old Ardanan shuttle. They weren't designed to carry this much current. I've got some EPS conduits that might do the trick. This'd be a lot easier if I could read your language. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask our Communications Officer to give me a hand. By all means. Is there a problem? No. No, no problem. I'm going to need some tools from Enterprise. With a little luck, Sleeping Beauty here will never know there was a problem. Come in. I hope I didn't deplete your water supply. I'm sure we'll manage. Please. T'Pol tells me your vessel can't do much better than warp 2. Warp 2.2. I've been making some calculations. If I'm not mistaken, at warp 4.5, Enterprise can have you at your destination in less than four days. That's a generous offer, but I've already inconvenienced you far too much. It's no inconvenience. We're out here to meet new people. You're heading toward an inhabited world we've never seen. First contacts tend to go more smoothly when a familiar face is making the introductions. I'm sure you'll do fine on your own. You could dock in our Launch Bay. You wouldn't have to worry about that stasis pod. We have plenty of room for you and your passenger. It's not that simple, Captain. This has all been carefully prearranged. Her family is not expecting her for another five months. They're not even on her homeworld at the moment. But I will accept your offer of a meal... if it's not too late. Commander? Hello? Is that the translation? Give or take an adverb. Thanks. At least you don't have to work alone. Hell of a way to travel, isn't it? Who is she? Any idea? I asked Plinn, but he doesn't seem to know too much about her. Said something about studying medicine at a research colony. A doctor? I suppose so. She must have a real passion for it if she's willing to go through all this. Shame we'll never get to meet her. It's not polite to stare, Commander. What's that supposed to mean? Let me know if you have any problems with that translation. I... I wasn't staring. Hoshi? Are you all right? Problem? The stasis pod. What about it? It's malfunctioning. If you'll excuse me, Captain. I'll show you to the Docking Port. I know the way. What are you doing?! Help me open this thing! We can't ing her out of stasis. She's suffocating! The release is jammed! Don't bother! I'm sorry about this, but the 02 recycler went off-line. Dulsha-tot! You're going to be all right. Kosh-vahs! Yes? There's a minor problem. I'm going to need your assistance. What kind of problem? The malfunction is more complicated than I expected. I'll be there in a moment. I don't mean to be rude. Not at all. Archer to Commander Tucker. Trip, can you hear me? Archer to Lieutenant Reed. Mr. Plinn? That's right. Lieutenant Reed. The Captain asked me to escort you back to your ship. That won't be necessary. I'm afraid I'm under orders. Have I done something wrong? It's just a precaution. I never realized leaving the Captain's table would cause so much concern. He's trying to eak loose. Secure the docking clamps. Report. He hasn't gotten far at warp 2, sir. Hail him. No response. Phase cannons. Target his engines. Direct hit to the port nacelle. He's dropping out of warp. Bring us into grappling range. Hail him again. Captain. T'Pol? Dilithium hydroxls... ionized pyrosulfates. He's moving off. Stay with him. I thought you took out one of his nacelles? So did I. Our warp drive won't engage. That cloud he released, it got into the plasma vents. They'll have to be purged. He's moving out of sensor range. I've lost him. Tuuvat aat! Oh, what the hell did you do that for? Tuuvat aat! Hold on, hold on. I'm not working with them. Luuvasta eeva! Destass! Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm... I'm from a starship... called Enterprise. Uh... Enterprise. Now... put that thing down and I'll untie you. Your hands... I'll free your hands. Let me help you. Haas travva-duukla. What the hell's going on? Is it repaired? What? The stasis pod. Where's Captain Archer? Your ship is a long way from here. Slovaasa toraya! Repair the pod so we can put her back in stasis. It's going to take a few hours. Work quickly. Am-sohta. Uh... you're welcome? Tuul-ee-bahss? Have you seen a... a little device? Um, it's about this big, it has a... a keypad on it. Um... it's a universal translator. It'll help us understand each other. Hahs-nohs? That's it! It's-It's just so we can talk. I need you to say something. You got to keep talking. Voht tohnni-veh... ah-tyuun ponahs. A little more. Akassa jhorat... fooraya noora teh... fghassa aahna aahanjoora. Can you understand me? Seeraotta-jho! Where's Hoshi when you need her? Who is Hoshi?! That's better. Would you mind telling me what's going on here? How long have I been in stasis? Well, you'd have to ask them. Commander Tucker to Enterprise. Enterprise, do you hear me? You are an officer? Chief Engineer. Feels like we've gone to warp. Explain yourself. What do you know about my abductors? We thought they were cargo pilots. They claimed you were their passenger. I am their prisoner. I was returning from a diplomatic mission when they attacked my transport... murdered my guards. You don't know who I am, do you? Should I? My family is known on hundreds of worlds. Well, I'm afraid Earth isn't one of them. So, I take it you're not a doctor. I am First Monarch of the Sovereign Dynasty of Krios Prime. Oh. Charles Tucker llI. Pleased to meet you. So, what do these guys want? Ransom. No doubt they'll demand a high price for my safe return. Listen, my Captain will be looking for me. All we have to do is get off this ship and let him know where we are. And how do you propose we do that? I saw a shuttle bay earlier. There were a couple of escape pods. You're not going anywhere. I beg your pardon? We'll remain here until they contact the Sovereign Guard. Once the ransom has been paid, we'll be released. Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather take my chances in open space. It's too dangerous. If you leave, it would provoke them. If I remember right, this access tube leads to a junction near the Shuttle Bay. You are not to leave this chamber. With all due respect, I'm not one of your subjects. He's your partner. You must have some idea where he's going. Obviously, I'm his victim as well. Why else would he leave me here? Where were you taking your passenger? Goff had the coordinates. You don't even know what system you were heading for? It wasn't my responsibility. He was piloting the ship, not me. I spent most of my time looking after the cargo. Believe me, Captain, I'm as eager to find my partner as you are. If that's true... then we could work together to track him down. I don't see how. We've got pretty good long-range sensors, but your ship could be anywhere within a half dozen light-years. It'd be a lot easier if we knew your warp frequency. Well, I'm afraid I can't help you with that. I know very little about warp engines. Take him back to Docking Port 2. Put him in the airlock and post a security detail. I'm telling you the truth! We'll keep the outer hatch unlocked. If you decide to leave, you know the way out. Could you hand me that circuit probe? The one with the green handle? You must be one hell of a diplomat. Is your entire species so ill-mannered? No... just me. You know, if you were thinking rationally, you'd be repairing that stasis pod. He did threaten to kill you. That's precisely why I'm getting out of here. I really doubt they're going to keep me around once I fix their problem. You know, I realize someone in your position isn't used to taking advice from a guy like me... but I strongly suggest you come along. He'd never harm me. I'm too valuable to them. I've been involved in a few hostage situations. They rarely turn out the way you expect. You're correct, Mr. Tucker. I don't take advice from people like you. You know... that stasis pod won't fix itself. Chances are you're going to spend the next five months tied up in this grimy little cargo hold. Not exactly my idea of a royal voyage. I'll be fine. When I get back to Enterprise, I'll make sure we get a message to your homeworld. Krios...? Krios Prime. Take care. Once you launch an escape pod, what makes you think they won't destroy it? I'm going to reroute their internal sensors. I'll be a million kilometers away before they know I'm gone. I'm much better company. How much farther? Just a few more meters. Are you sure this is the right direction? Keep your voice down. What am I supposed to call you, anyway? First Monarch? Your Highness? Kaitaama. What is that, some kind of a title? It's my name. Oh. What are you doing? These lead to internal sensors. We don't have all day. This is meant for one person. We'll have to make do. Unless you know how to fly one of these things. What was that? We're crossing the subspace threshold. That wasn't so bad. What do you propose we do next? To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it. I assumed you had a plan. I was only joking. They do have a sense of humor where you come from? Among the commoners. Only joking. Well... it's only a matter of time before they realize we're gone. No doubt they'll come about and look for us. We need a place to hide. Where? If I'm translating this right, there's a system about 90 million kilometers from here. We should be able to reach it in a day or so. What makes you think any of those planets are habitable? Only one way to find out. Permission to set a course, Your Sovereignty? Proceed. Look, this would be a whole lot easier if you'd stop moving around. You're touching me. I'm afraid I don't have much choice. It's inappropriate to touch the First Monarch. You're welcome to step outside until I'm done. Excuse me. There we go. Landing thrusters... Oh, no, wait, they're stabilizers. You have no idea how to control this vehicle. I'm working on it. Even if we do find a eathable atmosphere and you manage to land without killing us, what will we do about food? Water? There could be hostile life-forms on the surface. How will we protect ourselves? Look, I've got less than 24 hours to figure out how to scan a star system and program a descent sequence in a language I don't understand, and I'm not going to get it done with you interrupting me every five seconds. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep quiet until I'm finished. Now, lift your butt. My what? Your behind... Your rear end. I haven't checked that panel yet. Quickly. You know, you were a lot more pleasant in stasis. I think I found the landing thrusters. I understand how difficult this must be for someone of your up inging. But we could be stuck out here for a while. We should find a way to get along. I'm willing to give it a try if you are. My hand. You're sitting on my hand. I'll try. The prisoner, sir... as ordered. Thank you. Will there be anything else, Captain? Not right now, Lieutenant. Dismissed. Have a seat. Why have I been ought here? Sit down. I already told you everything I know. We're not here to talk about your partner. We're here to talk about you. What about me? You're facing some very serious charges, Mr. Plinn. Where we come from, criminals are held accountable for their actions. If they're found guilty, they're punished. This is where your tribunal is going to take place. Tribunal? I am not subject to your laws. That's not for me to decide. Starfleet asked the Vulcan High Command to assign a judicial administrator to Enterprise. Someone who wouldn't be swayed by human emotion... Someone objective, logical. From what I understand, Subcommander T'Pol has already reviewed the evidence. This tribunal is nothing more than a formality. I thought you should be prepared. Her punishments can be... severe. How severe? If you're late for your shift, you might receive a beating. But for more grievous offenses... dereliction of duty, conduct unbecoming an officer... We started out with 83 crewmen on board. We're down to 76. But I haven't done anything wrong. Accessory to kidnapping, resisting arrest, obstruction of an investigation, causing damage to a Starfleet vessel... What damage? When your partner fled, he released a cloud of dilithium hydroxls that clogged our plasma vents. I had nothing to do with that. As I said... I'm not the one you have to convince. Subcommander. Has the accused been informed of the charges? Yes, ma'am. How much do you weigh? What? Your weight. 72 kilograms. Height? 1.8 meters. Why are you asking these questions? Does your culture observe any postmortem rituals? This is not fair. I demand to speak with someone from my government. He's got a point. We've never tried an alien before. Maybe we should contact the High Command. They've granted me complete autonomy in these matters. If I had to consult my superiors every time I made a ruling, it would defeat my purpose here. We'll convene at 1800 hours. As you wish. You can't allow this. There's nothing I can do. But you're the Captain! She owes me a few favors. I can't promise anything, but I... I'd be willing to ask for leniency. Of course, I'd want something in return. We still haven't found a way to locate your vessel. If you could remember that warp frequency...? Are there any provisions? I'm hungry. You might check that storage compartment above your head. You do it. I'm busy. If you find any water up there, I could use some. Thanks. Allow me. I'm not contagious. Is it edible? Well, depends how hungry you are. Reminds me of my first car. Car? A four-wheeled vehicle. Wasn't much bigger than this. All we're missing is the ocean eeze coming off the Gulf. I used to drive out to a place called Chatkin Point... park along the shoreline and stare at the moon with my girlfriend. Don't worry. I won't make a pass at you. The Sovereign Guard would cut off one of your hands. You must be a fun date. The First Monarch doesn't socialize with the opposite sex. You've never been on a date? Four years ago, before I was selected to ascend to First Monarch, I was courted by young men from many noble families. Now I spend my personal time in the company of my father's advisors. Sounds kind of lonely. You haven't finished your work. It's all water. There's a chain of islands near the equator. Will we be able to eathe? Oxygen, nitrogen, a trace of methane. Nothing we can't handle. Do you detect any life-forms? If I could figure out how to use the bio-sensors. Are you certain we have the correct planet? It's the only one with an atmosphere. You may begin our descent. Let's hope I get this right. We're entering the thermosphere. The port stabilizer's down. Can you repair it? No, but the starboard one should keep us on course. Mr. Tucker! So far so good. 8,000 meters. I think they're meters. 7,000. I'm pretty sure the aking thrusters are firing. 5,000 meters. You might want to grab hold of something. 2,000 meters. 1,000... Hold on. You all right? What is that? Damned if I know. This heat is unbearable. It's nothing compared to a summer in the Everglades. At least there aren't any mosquitoes. Where are we going? Over there. Looks like a good place to set up camp. Your vessel will never find us here. Don't underestimate Captain Archer. You're bleeding. It's just a scratch. Remove your uniform. I'll take care of it later. We have no idea what microbes live in this environment. It could become infected. I said later. You're my only hope of surviving here, Mr. Tucker. I don't intend to let you die. This one. Hold still. The provisions won't last for more than a day. It sounds like there's plenty of wildlife. I grew up in a place kind of like this. I don't think we're going to starve. And I can use the thruster assembly from the pod to start a fire, boil some water. Thanks. You're welcome. That's the best you could do? There's very little dry wood. Keep looking. What are you waiting for? I'm not your servant. You're the one who was raised in a primitive environment. You find the wood. What's that supposed to mean? You're obviously better suited to physical labor. In case you haven't noticed, we're not in a palace. You said it yourself. You won't survive without my help, so it seems to me that I'm the one in charge. The king of the swamp! Now get your ass out there and don't come back without an armful of dry wood! I should have you imprisoned for speaking to me that way. You should give me a medal. You'd be dead if it weren't for me! I'm beginning to think that would be preferable. I doubt the commoners back home would complain. How dare you! You're the one who took a swing at me! You insulted the First Monarch! I'm just a petty commoner, remember? Raised on a primitive... What's wrong? A homing beacon. Unless I'm way off, someone just locked on to it. Your vessel? No way to tell. Leave him. Let's find his weapon. There's someone else here. Trip? This a bad time? Captain's Starlog, September 12, 2152. We've rendezvoused with a Krios battle cruiser, which has taken the kidnappers into custody. So, when do you ascend? 246 days. It's a long shot, but maybe Enterprise will get the chance to visit Krios Prime before then. Of course, from what you've told me, I doubt your family would let me see you. I doubt they would. But once I've been made First Monarch, I'll have the authority to change the rules. What kind of changes? Come visit me. Perhaps you'll find out.
Captain's Starlog, September 18, 2152. We've entered orbit of an uninhabited planet. Our scans show it's teeming with all sorts of plant and animal life. I'll be leading a survey team to the surface. There's a gorge on the southern continent five times deeper than the Grand Canyon. What have you got in mind? How about a little river rafting? T'Pol says it only gets dark four days a month because of the binary suns. We'll have plenty of daylight left after we're done working every night. It's going to take at least a week to complete the survey. Should be enough time to sneak in some R&R. Bridge to Captain Archer. Go ahead. We've got an alien vessel approaching. They're hailing us. Put them through to Shuttlepod 1. Yes, sir. New planet, new aliens... banner day. We're very relieved to see you. I'm Rellus Tagrim. This is my crew. Captain Archer of the Starship Enterprise. Something we can do for you? Considering the circumstances, we would like permission to come aboard as soon as possible. What circumstances? The neutronic wave front... it's almost here. Nothing on sensors. You should detect the storm in a few minutes. It's traveling at high warp. Once we're aboard, I suggest that you go to warp 7 immediately. Our top speed is warp 5. It's been a long road Getting from there to here It's been a long time But my time is finally near And I will see my dream come alive at last I will touch the sky And they're not gonna hold me down no more No, they're not gonna change my mind 'Cause I've got faith Of the heart I'm going where my heart will take me I've got faith to believe I can do anything I've got strength of the soul No one's gonna bend or eak me I can reach any star I've got faith I've got, I've got, I've got I've got faith Faith of the heart. The wave front spans more than half a dozen light-years. A Vulcan starship encountered a Class-5 over a century ago. The vessel was... nearly destroyed. How long until it hits? Approximately four hours. If we reinforce structural integrity, we should be able to weather it without too much trouble. Enterprise may survive. The crew is another matter. The storm is saturated with radiolytic isotopes. If the crew is exposed, they'll be dead within three minutes. Sick Bay is the most heavily shielded section. It's possible that some of the crew could survive there. We can't fit 83 people into Sick Bay. And I'm not about to draw lots. What about the Catwalk? You know, the maintenance shaft running the length of each nacelle. They are heavily shielded... some kind of osmium alloy, if I remember. You're proposing we take refuge in a crawl space? It'll be a tight squeeze, but there's no reason we can't fit 83 people in there. And whatever supplies we need. Doctor? Do you know the absorption depth of this alloy? At least 20,000 particles per micron. It should be adequate. There's just one other problem. It gets kind of toasty in there when the warp coils are on line... about 300 degrees. We'd have to shut down the main reactor. I don't see that we have any choice. We'll use the Catwalk. Set up a command station in one of the compartments. Aye, Captain. You'll be in charge of the evacuation. Take us out of orbit, Travis. Maybe we should open a window. You think it's stuffy now, wait till we get 83 people in here. Don't forget Porthos and all the doctor's animals. You ever been through a storm as bad as this? We ran into a Class-3 once. Had to take shelter in the ship's core. We were down there for six weeks. Six weeks? Any idea about a latrine? Oh, I never thought about that. There are some storage lockers in the aft compartment. We ought to be able to convert a couple of them. This'll be our Bridge. We're going to have to jury-rig these panels, tap them into command functions. Not much room for a Captain's chair. That storm must've been pretty scary. We only got worried when the generators went down. We lost the grav-plating, life support... I'll never forget that look in my father's eyes. He knew we were in trouble. Sorry to keep you in there so long. Please... We understand. My Science Officer tells me you're from the Takret system. That's a long way from here. Our work often takes us far from home. We're stellar cartographers. Really? Once we get out of the storm, maybe you could help us update our starcharts. We'd be pleased. This way. You're behind schedule. Do you need help? I understand you've allotted 15 cubic meters for medical supplies? That's correct. That means there's only enough room for two-thirds of these cages. Perhaps some of your creatures could share. They'll eat each other. They're vital to my work and the health of this crew. I'm not accustomed to making emotional appeals. Please... don't ask me to choose between them. All right. 20 cubic meters. My Edosian slugs thank you. I'm afraid these aren't first class accommodations. They'll be fine, Commander. We're grateful for your hospitality. We're going to have a lot of time to get to know each other. If you need anything, I'll be right over here. I don't know the first thing about stellar cartography. Guri... What if they begin to ask questions? Come in. I didn't expect it to be beautiful. Too bad we don't have time to run some scans. We'll be inside the phenomenon for nearly eight days. We can run all the scans we want. Lieutenant Reed has completed his modifications. I'm a little nervous about shutting down the power grid. A single neutronic surge could overload the grid and damage critical systems. I did a little research in the Vulcan database. That Class-5 storm a century ago... it involved the Starship T'Plana. Apparently, they couldn't outrun the wave front. It was lost with all hands. I thought you said it was nearly destroyed. I must've remembered incorrectly. Bridge to Commander Tucker. Go ahead. Ready for the handoff? Give me a second. Standing by, Captain. We're in the driver's seat. See you in a few minutes. Archer out. Let's close up shop. Done a head count? The entire crew's accounted for including one quadruped. Would you like to try out the Captain's chair? Maybe later. Where's the com? All hands, this is the Captain. This Catwalk is going to be our home for a while; a week, maybe more. You may not be comfortable, but you'll be alive. We have the best crew in the fleet and the sturdiest ship. I promise you, we'll get through this. Time? One minute, five seconds. Polarize the hull plating. 30 seconds. Travis? Spatial turbulence. 20 seconds. Fifteen. Ten. All hands, ace for impact. Aft stabilizers aren't engaging. Try them again! Grav-shear's dropping. That should be the worst of it, sir. At least for now. Yours? Looks like you're almost finished. You wouldn't know who was the first Vulcan ambassador to Earth? Six letters, ends with an R. Solkar... I think. Thanks, Captain. Don't mention it. How you holding up? Pretty well, sir. A few days in this place should cure anyone of claustrophobia. Your quarters will probably feel like a ballroom after this. You're the Captain. Can't you order the storm to calm down a little? I'll see what I can do. How're they doing? Well, your guess is as good as mine. One of them came out a few hours ago. Told us we were making too much noise. I've been real friendly... even asked them to join the game. Doesn't seem like they want to have anything to do with us. Let's give them a little time to adjust. You know, I bet by now we'd have set up camp on the rim of that canyon... had a fire going. There'll be other canyons. Lieutenant, are you passing through or is there something I can help you with? Actually, there is something. Yes? I assume I can depend on doctor-patient confidentiality. This wouldn't have anything to do with gastrointestinal distress? Is it that obvious? Not at all. There's a notation in your medical file. Something about an unfortunate incident during zero-G training? The EV simulator at Lunaport. Or as Starfleet trainees call it... The Vomitorium. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I've treated a number of crewmen this afternoon for motion sickness. That should last for about 12 hours. Oh. Thank you, Doctor. Feeling all right, Malcolm? Uh... never better. Any problems with the crew? Oh, a few bumps and uises from the turbulence. Nothing too serious. I could see about moving some of this to the aft section. Nonsense! I have plenty of room. I find the close quarters rather comforting. It reminds me of home. I didn't realize space was at a premium on Denobula. 12 billion people sharing one continent. Let me know if you change your mind. Travis? We've got a cluster of plasma eddies about 80,000 kilometers ahead. I should be able to steer clear of them. Wake me if there's a problem. Aye, Captain. When we're past those eddies, try and get some rest yourself. Ensign Tanner can relieve you. Thank you, sir. Good night. Night. Hey... Hey, you. Go on. Go to sleep. Yeah... Phew! Oh! Is this bothering you? Only slightly. Am I disturbing you? Only slightly. You know, there's a ight side to all of this. Really? It's inging the crew closer together. If you forget about the storm outside, this is almost like going on a camping trip. Perhaps we can sing a few songs later. Haven't you ever gone camping? In a manner of speaking. I once participated in the kahs-wan ritual. I was taken to the desert and left to survive for 10 days. Sounds fun. You haven't left the command area much today. You might want to wander around, get to know the crew. I'm familiar with every one of them. There's a lot more to these people than just their names. It'd be good for you to fraternize a little. Is that an order? Does it have to be? I'm not skilled at fraternizing. Here's a chance to learn. I'll see your strawberry shortcake... and I'll raise you one pineapple cobbler. Mm... Broccoli? I'm out of desserts. Call. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a shower right about now. When this hand's over, maybe you could look into building one. Would you like a sauna while I'm at it? You knew we'd be stuck in here for over a week. You might've given a little thought to making it tolerable! I only had four hours, Malcolm. You're lucky we've got a toilet. Well, I obviously overestimated your people's abilities when it comes to indoor plumbing. You want to take a shower? Build one yourself. Thanks, Chef. Thanks, Chef. Pot roast! Oh, come on. That's the third time in three days. Anyone know what they're showing tonight? The Day the Earth Stood Still. We're having movie night in here? Captain's orders. I set up a monitor in Compartment 5. The screen's a little small, but... Who's picking these movies? Shouldn't we all get a vote? I think something's burning. Are you aware you're sitting on top of a plasma manifold?! You gotta turn that thing off! I apologize, Commander. We should've spoken with you first. That might've been a good idea. We've had trouble digesting your food. Archer to Tucker. Go ahead. I need you in the command area right away. I'll be right there. I'll talk to Chef. Maybe he can... heat that up for you. We may have a problem in Engineering. The antimatter injectors have come on line. That can't be right. Probably just a glitch. Think you've got room for one more sleeping bag in here? Not happy with your bunk mates? I caught them throwing a barbecue next to a plasma manifold. Now, I understand we're explorers... We're supposed to keep an open mind about different cultures, but these guys are driving me crazy. They only need to sleep once a week. So they've kept us up the last two nights with their strange rituals: chanting, walking in circles. They've practically taken over the compartment! Don't forget they're the ones who warned us about the storm. We owe them. Be patient. I'm trying. Looks like the matter injectors and the antimatter injectors are on line. Two sensor glitches? A power surge could've triggered both circuits. Do you have any idea what the odds are of that happening? Can you shut them down? Not from here. Someone's gonna have to go to Engineering. Remember, the suit will protect you for only 22 minutes. It'd be best not to take the scenic route. We've searched every deck. There's no sign of the fugitives. What about the crew? It appears they have deserted the ship. These humans. They've traveled over a hundred light-years from their homeworld. Captain's Starlog, Fe uary 9, 2152. The Vulcans have allowed the Mazarites to leave. Ambassador V'Lar says there's a... Archer and his crew must've taken refuge in a nearby system. They may intend to return. What's the status of the warp engines? I'm having difficulty with the dilithium matrix. Make it a priority. 2152. We've responded to a distress call from a vessel in the... They're immune to radiolytic isotopes. The storm was never any threat to them. Funny. You didn't mention that. We were in danger. Our ship is less durable than yours. We would've been destroyed by the storm! Who are they? What are they doing here? Captain, I assure you we don't know these men. They just happened to find Enterprise in the middle of a Class-5 neutronic storm? Where three members of their own species just happened to be taking refuge? We're more than 20 light-years from your homeworld. It's an unlikely coincidence. I get the feeling they must be looking for you! Answer me! I told you we shouldn't have come here. Guri. They're officers of the Takret Militia. They've been pursuing us for weeks. We thought we could evade them by hiding aboard your ship. They must've detected our vessel in your Launch Bay. What do they want with you? We used to be members of the militia in the lower ranks, but, after a year, we realized that the commanding officers were corrupt. They seize alien vessels without provocation. They murder the crews, take anything of value. They're little more than criminals. We tried to resign our commissions, but they wouldn't allow it. You're deserters. We had no choice. We would've told you the truth, but we weren't sure that you would help us. If they find us, we'll be executed. Captain, I apologize for the difficult position that we've put you in, but I know these men. Even if they found us, I doubt they'd simply leave. They've captured vessels far less impressive than yours. They're trying to re-initialize the warp reactor, sir. Seems to me they've already decided to help themselves to Enterprise. They obviously don't realize we're in the Catwalk. If they learn we're here, it would undoubtedly endanger the crew. What're you suggesting? We just... sit on our hands until they fire up the engines? You're assuming these three are telling the truth. They've already lied to us! We're not lying. These men are dangerous. Paltani to Captain. Yes. The dilithium matrix is active. We're ready to initialize the warp reactor. Stand by. Do we have helm control? The navigation relay is still not responding. I think they've been rerouted. How much longer? I'm not certain. Bring the warp engines on line and report to the Bridge. Acknowledged. We may outnumber them, but we only have three EV suits. I could take a security team and ing back more. I doubt you'd get very far. The Launch Bay's crawling with them. Even if we could get the suits, we only have 22 minutes in the radiation. Hard to believe we could retake the ship in that am... How long do we have? It'll take a while for the warp coils to charge. How long? 20 minutes... tops. Remember, Junction 42-Alpha. Understood. Third panel, starboard side, and be careful. There's a lot of current running through those circuits. I really ought to be the one doing this, Captain. The doc said I was only out there for 13 minutes. Forget it, Trip. You've already been exposed. I've isolated your com frequencies. They won't hear a thing. Tell Travis to wait for my signal. Any progress? Not yet. We could lose our ship by staying here. We should take what we can and leave. Keep working. I want helm control. I'll see you back at the Catwalk. Don't be late. Aye, Captain. T'Pol? We're in position. All right. First, you're going to have to disrupt the antimatter stream. Do you see the blue conduit to the left of the power-transfer module? Go ahead. Start by locking down the flow regulators. Stand by. We're being hailed. Another ship? No. It's coming from within this vessel. Answer it. You're in my chair. Captain Archer. I didn't realize you were still aboard. Where's the rest of your crew? They're dead. Killed by the storm. I'm sorry. Thanks for your condolences. Now, why don't you... get the hell off my ship?! I'm afraid I can't do that. We detected a vessel in your Launch Bay that belongs to three fugitives. I've been watching you... I know you're trying to take Enterprise. I'm not going to let you. You're in no position to do anything about it. I am in command of this Bridge. Your vessel has been impounded under the authority of the Takret Militia. When we return, you'll be charged with criminal conspiracy. I don't recognize your authority! I answer to Starfleet Command! And I'm under orders to use any means necessary to keep my ship from falling into enemy hands! I have soldiers searching every deck. It's only a matter of time before they find you. You're leaving me... no choice. I'll destroy Enterprise. Earth's first warp-5 starship? Your father's engine? I've been reading about you, Captain. I doubt very much if you'll do anything to damage this vessel. You'd be surprised. Can you trace his signal? He's somewhere on the fifth deck. You have men there. Alert them! Go ahead. It's time to change course, Travis. Head straight for that plasma eddy. It'll take a minute, sir. Try to keep us in one piece. I'm on my way back. Archer out. We've altered course. Where's he taking us? What's the problem shutting down the reactor? We're having trouble with the dilithium sequencers. It's taking longer than we expected. I don't mean to rush you, but it's getting pretty warm in here. He's steering us toward a plasma eddy! How long? Less than eight minutes. Get me helm control! It'll take me much longer than that. We should evacuate. No! You heard what he said. He's willing to destroy his own ship. The temperature just went up another six degrees. Subcommander, how's it coming? We're disabling the final sequencer. The warp reactor has shut down. Spatial disturbance. We're four minutes from the eddy. Unless you've found a way to turn this ship around, I strongly suggest we abort the mission. Three minutes. Soldiers, report to the docking hatch immediately. I repeat... report to the docking hatch! Report. We're too close to the eddy. We've got to veer off. Maintain your course. Another one like that will split us in two! They could still be on board. We've got no choice. Maintain your course. That's an order. Go ahead. Travis, I hope you're not still heading for that eddy. Our friends are gone. Ensign. Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We seem to have passed through the worst part of the storm, but it'll still be a while before we can leave the Catwalk. The crew's in relatively good spirits, considering they haven't had a change of uniform in eight days. Did that guy shoot one of his own men? It's hard to tell them apart in those ridiculous hats. The dead man was secretly working for Sheriff Boggs. How do you know that? Isn't it obvious? All hands, this is the Captain. Thanks to some fine piloting by Travis Mayweather, we're going to be moving out of the storm a little earlier than expected. We should be clear in a few minutes. Glad you could join us, Subcommander. We have movie night every Tuesday... if you're interested. I apologize for the trouble we've caused. Where are you headed next? The Gyrannan system. We should be safe there. Good luck. That's everyone.