Captain's personal log February 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.
[Deleted scene - Mess hall]
(In orbit of Risa.)
RISAN: It'd be a shame to deprive any of your people.
ARCHER: We appreciate your hospitality, but a minimal number of
crewmembers need to stay on board.
RISAN: If you add a few days to your stay, you could give everyone a
chance to enjoy themselves. The additional charge would be minimal.
ARCHER: It's tempting, but we need to keep some dilithium to run our
RISAN: Don't be so sure. After two days and nights on Risa you may
never want to leave. I see your crew has chosen a wide variety of
locales and activities that should keep them very entertained, but I
see you won't be joining us, Sub-Commander.
T'POL: I've visited Risa before. It seemed appropriate to give someone
else a chance.
RISAN: Well, I'm sorry. As I'm sure you remember, we have many
diversions designed for our Vulcan guests.
TUCKER: So, this covers everything?
RISAN: The package is all-inclusive.
TUCKER: Everything? You know, food, drinks, souvenirs.
RISAN: Trust me, Mister Tucker. (takes dilithium container) No one will
go away disappointed.
ARCHER: (in casual clothes) If anything happens,
you know where to reach me.
T'POL: I don't anticipate any problems.
ARCHER: Well, it's the problems you don't anticipate.
T'POL: The crew is trained to handle emergencies, but I'll alert you
immediately if there are any problems.
(They arrive at the turbolift.)
ARCHER: This doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be going down to some
pleasure planet while half the crew has to stay onboard.
T'POL: Everyone drew lots. You had the same chance as the others.
ARCHER: All the same the crew should come first.
T'POL: Captain, you need a vacation.
(Porthos runs in and gazes at his master. Archer follows.)
(Hoshi has let her hair down, and is wearing a red
HOSHI: I'm glad you decided to take some time off,
ARCHER: Wouldn't miss it.
ROSTOV: Do you want to take the helm, Captain?
ARCHER: I'm on vacation.
(Rostov takes his bag.)
T'POL: Enjoy yourselves.
(Tucker is in that Hawaiian shirt.)
TUCKER: I'll bring you a souvenir.
(The two shuttlepods launch.)
ARCHER: Everyone have big plans? Travis?
(Wearing a bright checked shirt and huge grin.)
TRAVIS: Rock-climbing, sir. There's a place called Galartha. The cliff
face changes pitch while you climb it.
HOSHI: That sounds kind of dangerous.
TRAVIS: Well, if it's easy, what's the point?
ARCHER: Just watch yourself. Malcolm.
(In a plain burgundy shirt.)
REED: Well, supposedly Risa's very cosmopolitan. There are species
visiting from all over.
TUCKER: Malcolm and I plan to broaden our cultural horizons.
HOSHI: Is that all you two think about?
TUCKER: Well, how we choose to relax is our own business.
ARCHER: You watch yourselves, too.
HOSHI: 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 thirty eight languages and now all I do is push a button and
the computer does all the work.
ROSTOV: Isn't that what it's for?
HOSHI: Not this time. I left my translator on Enterprise.
TUCKER: You only have two days, Hoshi. If you want to waste your time
talking to people.
TRAVIS: What about you, Captain?
ARCHER: I've never been much for vacations, but I've got a little villa
overlooking the ocean, and Porthos and I are going to relax.
T'POL: How long will this last?
PHLOX: I usually require six days per year, but two should leave me
CUTLER: I've adjusted the dosage to wake you up in exactly forty eight
T'POL: And if someone should require medical attention during your
PHLOX: Crewman Cutler is a capable medic.
CUTLER: I know where the bandages are.
PHLOX: You can always wake me if you need to, but please, only if it's
an emergency. (Cutler injects him) Well, to bed.
T'POL: Pleasant dreams, Doctor.
(Sunlit, airy, plenty of pot plants)
ARCHER: What do you think, Porthos? Not bad.
(He finds a note and a package on a table. The note says 'to help you
relax - T'Pol. The package is a book, the Teachings of Surak, English
translation. He goes onto the balcony overlooking an azure blue bay,
and other villa balconies down the cliff face. A
Hairless Chinese Crested dog is
KEYLA: Come here, let's go. What are you barking
(A blonde woman with interesting Trill-style spots on her body,
wearing a swimming costume, picks up the hairless dog and gazes up into
eyes, then goes indoors.)
(The boys have changed into different shirts, with
jackets, and are checking out the ladies.)
TUCKER: What about that one?
REED: Now I know you've been cooped up on a starship for too long.
TUCKER: What's wrong with her?
REED: Well, nothing, I suppose. I just wouldn't know which eyes to look
into. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Now, she's interesting.
TUCKER: I don't think she is the right pronoun, but if you think it's
worth the risk.
(He waves at whoever and points at Reed.)
REED: I don't know. Maybe I should have brought my scanner with me.
(He takes drinks from a tray.)
REED: Thank you.
TUCKER: That's a she.
REED: What shall we drink to?
TUCKER: To us, and to a well-earned two days and two nights.
(Reading by the light of two full moons, he goes
inside to refresh his drink and dashes back out when he hears Porthos
barking. The hairless dog and Porthos are staring at each
ARCHER: How'd you get up here? Stop it, you two. Porthos. (doorbell
chimes) Come in!
(Archer picks up Porthos and goes to open the door.)
KEYLA: I'm sorry to bother you, but I think my dog is on your deck.
KEYLA: There you are.
(She picks up her dog.)
KEYLA: I hope she didn't hurt
KEYLA: Hello, Porthos. She's been cooped up for weeks. I should have
known she'd run off the first chance she got.
ARCHER: No harm done. She probably just came over to make a friend. I'm
(She holds out her hand and they shake.)
ARCHER: So, is this your first time to Risa?
KEYLA: Yes. You?
ARCHER: First time. My science officer felt I needed to relax so I
decided to do some reading, let Porthos run on the beach.
KEYLA: You should always listen to your science officer.
ARCHER: She'd be the first to agree with you. I was about to go out for
dinner. Can you recommend a restaurant?
KEYLA: 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
ARCHER: Sounds great.
KEYLA: Well, I'm sorry to disturb you. Thanks again.
ARCHER: If you don't have other plans, maybe we could wade out to that
little boat together.
KEYLA: You're not here with your science officer?
KEYLA: In that case. Oh, no, I'm sorry. I can't tonight.
ARCHER: Just a thought.
ARCHER: I look forward to it.
KEYLA: So do I. Goodbye, Porthos.
(The majority of the dialogue is in Risan with
HOSHI: Tikara. (Hello)
HOSHI: It's a beautiful night.
MAN: You've obviously never been here before.
HOSHI: Why do you say that?
WOMAN: The nights are always beautiful.
HOSHI: Slowly please. I'm just learning Risan.
WOMAN: Really? Most people wouldn't bother.
HOSHI: When I go someplace I like to learn the language.
WOMAN: How long will you be here?.
HOSHI: Just today and tomorrow.
MAN: You've never spoken Risan before today?.
HOSHI: Na. No. How am I doing?
WOMAN: Exceptionally. You hardly have any accent.
HOSHI: Sara. (Thank you)
WOMAN: It's been nice talking to you.
MAN: We're attending the Festival of the Moons tonight. You should go
if you have the time.
HOSHI: Thank you, I'll try.
(The couple leave and a young man comes to Hoshi's
RAVIS: Ikara. (Hello)
RAVIS: I don't mean to be rude, but I overheard your conversation.
RAVIS: You're very adept at languages
HOSHI: It's my job. I'm the Communications Officer on a starship.
Shikara Hoshi. My name is Hoshi
(They shake hands.)
RAVIS: May I? (he sits) How many languages do
HOSHI: About forty.
RAVIS: Have you ever heard one you couldn't learn?
HOSHI: Not yet. Klingon was hard. It took me months to master the
RAVIS: Do you think you could learn my language?
HOSHI: Where are you from?
RAVIS: (some complete gobbledygook)
HOSHI: That's the name of your planet? Say it slower.
RAVIS: You can't say it slower. It changes the meaning.
HOSHI: Try it again.
RAVIS: Don't feel bad. My own people can barely speak it properly.
HOSHI: I'm not ready to give up. Will you teach me?
RAVIS: It could take a while. I was about to have dinner. Will you join
REED: (getting drunk) That place up the street
looked pretty lively.
TUCKER: Well, the Vulcan database said no one leaves this club unhappy.
REED: How would the Vulcans know? They only mate once every seven
TUCKER: That's what they say.
REED: Do you know something I don't?
TUCKER: Come on, seven years? I doubt even T'Pol could hold out that
REED: Oh, she's very disciplined.
TUCKER: Malcolm, bearing one eight zero.
TUCKER: Behind you.
REED: Anything in that database that could help us get a conversation
TUCKER: If you wanted to have a cultural dialogue you should have gone
DEE'AHN: (brunette in brown) Hello.
DEE'AHN: I'm Dee'Ahn, and this is Latia.
(Another brunette in a floral bra.)
TUCKER: I'm Trip.
REED: I'm Malcolm. Would you join us for a drink?
DEE'AHN: We've been waiting for you to ask.
REED: Well, what would you like?
LATIA: These look good.
TUCKER: (to waitress) Another round, please.
DEE'AHN: So, where are you two from?
REED: Our planet's called Earth.
LATIA: Earth? Never heard of it.
TUCKER: We're sort of new to the neighbourhood.
DEE'AHN: Well, then we'll have to make sure that your first visit to
Risa is memorable.
(Keyla is on her own balcony.)
KEYLA: Jonathan? You're up
ARCHER: Just looking at the stars.
KEYLA: Don't you get enough of that on your ship?
KEYLA: Will you show me what you're looking at?
ARCHER: Come on up.
(He's looking through a triangular telescope when
she comes in.)
ARCHER: I wanted to thank you. The little boat with the seafood?
Best I've ever had.
KEYLA: I'm sorry you had to eat alone.
ARCHER: No problem. I had a nice chat with a couple from Vega Reticuli.
It turns out it's their three hundredth wedding anniversary.
KEYLA: Well, they must have a lot of stories.
ARCHER: You can't imagine. There it is.
(He gestures to her to look through
KEYLA: What am I looking for?
ARCHER: See the bright blue star at the top?
KEYLA: Is that your sun?
ARCHER: No, look just below. The yellow one. Do you see it?
KEYLA: It's so faint.
ARCHER: It's about ninety light years from here.
KEYLA: You're a long way from home.
ARCHER: Actually, this is the farthest any of my people have ever gone.
KEYLA: You're an explorer. I wouldn't be surprised if they're naming
schools after you back on your world.
ARCHER: Archer Elementary. It has a nice ring to it. Can you show me
where you're from?
KEYLA: Oh, I really don't have a very good sense of direction.
ARCHER: Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad.
KEYLA: I got lost coming back from the lobby today.
ARCHER: Well, I can see how that could happen. I mean, it's at least a
hundred metres from here.
KEYLA: And all the villas look the same.
ARCHER: You've just got to notice the subtle differences.
KEYLA: Like the numbers on the doors.
ARCHER: Now you're catching on. Give me a couple hours I could have you
navigating a starship.
KEYLA: Why don't you start by telling me about some of the places
you've been. We'll get to the starship navigation later.
TUCKER: (to Dee'Ahn) We only had a few hours of
air, left so I jettisoned our engine and blew it up. Turned it into a
REED: It was my idea.
TUCKER: Doesn't matter whose idea it was. It worked.
REED: Why don't you tell them about the time you saved Enterprise in
TUCKER: I saved the captain's life.
LATIA: I thought you were the captain.
TUCKER: We rotate. He's captain next week.
DEE'AHN: So, captains, have you seen the subterranean gardens?
LATIA: All the plants that grow there are luminescent. It's beautiful.
TUCKER: Maybe you could show us.
LATIA: Through here.
REED: This is a strange way to get to the garden.
DEE'AHN: They're very secluded. So, how much do starship captains get
paid on your world?
REED: Excuse me?
LATIA: What kind of valuables do you have?
TUCKER: I think there's been a misunderstanding.
(The girls morph into butch looking aliens with bony ridged faces and
big pointed ears.)
REED: There's definitely been a misunderstanding.
(They try to run but fail.)
ALIEN 1: See what they have.
TUCKER: I hope this isn't their mating ritual.
ALIEN 2: Quiet! Nothing.
ALIEN 1: Maybe they have something back in their rooms.
ALIEN 2: It's too risky. We could sell their clothes.
TUCKER: Listen, I bet we could make some kind of a deal.
(Alien 1 stuns them with his ray gun.)
TRAVIS [OC]: It's Travis, Sub-Commander. Could you send a shuttlepod
T'POL: What's the problem, Ensign?
TRAVIS [OC]: I had a little rock-climbing accident.
T'POL: Where are you?
TRAVIS [OC]: In the central hospital, but I really want to get back to
(Travis's right leg is in a brace, and he is being
supported by Rostov and Cutler.)
TRAVIS: The fun part is the way the rock face changes. The problem is
the handholds change, too.
T'POL: Why didn't you let them finish treating you on the surface?
TRAVIS: Have you ever been to an alien hospital?
T'POL: Yes, in San Francisco.
TRAVIS: Well, these people have never treated a human before. I wanted
my own doctor. Where's Phlox?
(Cutler gives him a thorough scan.)
He's not available.
TRAVIS: What do you mean, he's not available?
CUTLER: He's sleeping.
TRAVIS: Well, wake him up. He's got a patient.
T'POL: The doctor is hibernating.
TRAVIS: Hibernating? For how long?
CUTLER: Just a couple of days. Don't worry. I can handle a broken leg.
ROSTOV: He said he was having trouble breathing when we were in the
CUTLER: Did they give you any medication?
TRAVIS: Just a hypospray for the pain. Is something wrong?
CUTLER: Oh, it's probably nothing. Let's get you to Sickbay.
(Daylight streams in through a skylight onto our
boys, now stripped down to their regulation blue skivvies, and tied
hand and foot.)
TUCKER: I don't know if it was those Risan mai-tais or getting shot,
but my head's killing me.
REED: It was probably both. The sun's up. We've been down here all
TUCKER: Great. Our shore leave's half over. Hey! We need some help down
REED: I already tried it. Club's closed.
TUCKER: I don't plan on spending our entire trip tied up in a basement.
REED: The Vulcan database didn't mention anything about crime.
TUCKER: They said it was very rare.
TUCKER: It had some warnings, but I didn't think it'd be a problem.
TUCKER: You think this is my fault.
REED: You were willing to follow two strange aliens into a basement.
TUCKER: Gorgeous aliens. Don't forget, they were gorgeous.
REED: They were male!
TUCKER: Not at first! I don't remember twisting your arm.
REED: If we don't make it to the loading zone on time, they're going to
start scanning for our biosigns. Do you want the Captain to find us
TRAVIS: I feel terrible.
CUTLER: You're having a reaction to the painkiller they gave you.
T'POL: What's his condition?
CUTLER: If the swelling gets any worse, it could begin to constrict his
T'POL: I've spoken to the hospital. They've never heard of a reaction
like this, but they're not familiar with human physiology.
TRAVIS: I really think we should wake up Doctor Phlox.
HOSHI: I'm sorry. I give up. I never thought that
I'd hear a language I couldn't learn.
RAVIS: Don't feel bad. You've only been trying for one day.
HOSHI: It only took you one day to pick up English.
RAVIS: It is much simpler, and you are a very good primari.
RAVIS: What do you call this?
(A triangular red fruit.)
HOSHI: Oh, we don't have anything exactly like it. The closest thing
would be a strawberry.
RAVIS: Strawberry. And this?
(She bites into a slice of green fruit.)
It tastes like a kiwi.
RAVIS: In my language, kee'hwi is, er.
RAVIS: I don't know the word. May I show you?
HOSHI: Sure. Why not?
RAVIS: (kissing her) Kee'hwi.
HOSHI: Kiss. That's called a kiss.
RAVIS: 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?
HOSHI: Avec plaisir. That's French.
RAVIS: What does it mean?
(She gets up, holds out her hand and they leave together.)
(He's sniffing the fruits in his breakfast when
the doorbell sounds.)
KEYLA: Good morning.
ARCHER: Good morning. Come in.
KEYLA: I thought we could take our dogs to the beach if you don't have
ARCHER: Sounds great. I just ordered breakfast. Would you like to join
KEYLA: Please. What are you reading?
ARCHER: It's a gift from my science officer. Her people think humans
are too controlled by their emotions.
KEYLA: I knew there was a reason I liked you.
(She looks at his book.)
ARCHER: 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.
KEYLA: It's Rhylo. I adopted her when she was a puppy. Anything else?
ARCHER: Everything else. What's your planet called? What do you do? Do
you have a family?
KEYLA: We've been having such a wonderful time. I really don't want to
ARCHER: How could you spoil it?
KEYLA: I did have a family. They were killed. My parents, my brother,
ARCHER: I'm sorry.
KEYLA: It was our own fault. We'd been warned about the Suliban. We
should have gotten out while we had the chance.
KEYLA: You know about them?
CUTLER: I'm not so sure this is a good idea.
T'POL: There's no need to whisper. He's in a state of deep hibernation.
CUTLER: Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.
(She injects Phlox.)
T'POL: Did you use the correct dosage?
PHLOX: (suddenly waking) Do'sani! Do'sani, yo-to aruda!
PHLOX: I don't care what it tastes like.
T'POL: Wake up, Doctor.
PHLOX: Sub-Commander. Has it been forty eight hours?
PHLOX: Then why did you wake me?
T'POL: There's a medical emergency.
PHLOX: Emergency? Then call the doctor.
T'POL: You're the doctor.
PHLOX: Of course. Who's sick?
T'POL: Ensign Mayweather.
T'POL: Ensign Mayweather, our helmsman.
PHLOX: I know who he is. Where is he?
CUTLER: He's in Sickbay.
PHLOX: We're not in Sickbay?
T'POL: We're in your quarters.
PHLOX: Well then, to Sickbay.
(Phlox gets out of bed and promptly falls on
PHLOX: I could use some assistance, please.
(Travis is just out of the imaging chamber.)
PHLOX: What seems to be the trouble, Captain?
TRAVIS: It's Travis, Doctor.
CUTLER: He's having some kind of anaphylactic reaction.
PHLOX: I've been standing up for almost five minutes.
PHLOX: Hand me that scanner, Captain.
(T'Pol does so, and has to switch
it on for him.)
PHLOX: Ah, yes, yes. It's definitely being caused by an
antigenic compound in his system. We'll need Regulan blood worms.
PHLOX: They're excellent at filtering toxins.
CUTLER: Er, which container are they in?
PHLOX: No, fresh ones would be better.
(He goes to the comm. panel.)
PHLOX: Set a
course for Regulus, maximum warp.
T'POL: Doctor, I think this was a mistake. You should return to your
PHLOX: I appreciate the offer, but it would be best to keep our
CUTLER: Let's go, Doctor.
PHLOX: I am the Chief Medical Officer on this ship and I am going to
treat Ensign Mayweather. Then I'm going back to bed.
(Archer is holding a bottle of something.)
ARCHER: 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?
KEYLA: I'll be adventurous if you will.
ARCHER: How's your ankle?
KEYLA: It's getting better.
ARCHER: You'd think that guide would have warned us.
KEYLA: Oh, the water was very shallow. I should have watched where I
ARCHER: I don't know. That thing was pretty well camouflaged. To Risan
KEYLA: It's a little sweet for my taste.
ARCHER: Is something wrong?
KEYLA: Camouflaged. We could only see them when they moved.
ARCHER: Was there more than one?
KEYLA: 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?
ARCHER: We've seen them a number of times, but we've been lucky. No one
was badly hurt.
KEYLA: How do you fight something you can't even see? I was told that
they take their orders from the future.
ARCHER: Is that right?
KEYLA: All their genetic enhancements, they were taught to do that by
someone from the distant future.
ARCHER: Who told you that?
KEYLA: It's no secret. They've attacked dozens of ships, settlements.
But where do they come from? Where do they live?
ARCHER: I wish I could tell you, but I don't know.
KEYLA: What are they planning to do next?
ARCHER: Hopefully, neither of us will ever run into them again.
KEYLA: 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.
ARCHER: I realise that they murdered your family, and I'm very sorry
for that, but I'm not sure what you want me to tell you.
KEYLA: Most of what I have learned about them has come from rumours 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?
ARCHER: If this wine is too sweet, I think there's another bottle here.
It might be different.
KEYLA: You're the first person I've met in over a year who's had any
contact with them.
ARCHER: 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?
KEYLA: Thank you.
ARCHER: It's kind of chilly. You might want to go get a sweater or
KEYLA: I'll be right back.
ARCHER: Archer to Enterprise.
T'POL [OC]: This is T'Pol.
ARCHER: I'm transmitting a bioscan to you. Run it through the computer.
I think you'll find a match.
T'POL: You don't sound very relaxed, Captain.
ARCHER [OC]: Quickly, please.
ARCHER: Not quite.
(Keyla comes in.)
ARCHER: Your surgeons did a nice job. All the
Tandarans I met had a very distinctive feature, right here.
(He points to the
bridge of his nose.)
KEYLA: Tandarans? I don't understand.
ARCHER: I took a bioscan. They may be able to change your face but not
your DNA. Did Colonel Grat send you?
ARCHER: 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.
KEYLA: You're wrong, Jonathan. You're all wrong. I think I should
ARCHER: If it wasn't Grat, then who was it? Who sent you here? Who was
(He takes hold of her arm. She scratches his hand and he starts to pass
KEYLA: I'm sorry. You've been very kind to me. I'm going to check out
now. I can't have you interfering.
(The boys are out of the cellar, but still in
REED: Whatever was in that bottle you broke got all over me. It stinks
to high heaven.
TUCKER: It's not like I had a choice. We needed something to cut
through those ropes.
(She wakes, rolls over and kisses her sleeping
RAVIS: Good morning.
RAVIS: Sleep well?
RAVIS: Any thoughts about what you'd like to do today? Risa has a lot
HOSHI: I could spend the entire day right here, but I'm afraid the
shuttle's coming to pick me up in a few hours.
RAVIS: Not a very long vacation.
HOSHI: Two days and two nights. That's all we had.
RAVIS: I hope you don't think that I
HOSHI: Took advantage of me? Not for a minute.
(Phlox loads a hypospray.)
PHLOX: There we go.
T'POL: You're certain?
PHLOX: 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.
(He injects Travis.)
T'POL: Your biosigns are stabilising. It seems to be working.
CUTLER: How do you feel?
TRAVIS: A lot better. Thanks, Doc.
(But Phlox is face down on another biobed, snoring.)
(At the villa, Porthos
licks Archer awake. He goes outside but
there's no sign of life at Keyla's villa. On the shuttlepod, returning
to Enterprise, Porthos
is sniffing around Reed.)
HOSHI: What's that smell?
REED: I don't smell anything.
ARCHER: I'm guessing you two had an interesting couple of days.
TUCKER: Fascinating culture, sir. What about you, Hoshi? Do anything
HOSHI: As a matter of fact, I learned several new conjugations.
REED: You look rested, sir. Did you get a good night's sleep?
ARCHER: Went out like a light.
TUCKER: 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.