T'POL [OC]: Previously on Enterprise.
centre] : Whoever built these Spheres may have done it to
create the Expanse.
T'POL: Why would someone want to create a web of crippling anomalies?
D'JAMAT [Captain's mess]: We
believe that it is through prayer and meditation that the Makers become
ARCHER: The Makers?
D'JAMAT: The creators of the Spheres.
HAYES [Mess Hall]: The
quicker you folks find these Xindi, the quicker we can get to work.
HOSHI: Military Assault Command.
HAYES: Captain Archer wanted the best.
REED [Armoury]: I've
seen men like Hayes all my life.
REED: That had nothing to do with who knows Enterprise inside and out.
It had to do with who the Major thinks is more capable of carrying out
DEGRA [Shuttle]: It's
only been a day since we were enemies.
DEGRA [Command centre] [on
monitor]: Giving you the coordinates to a classified installation is
HOSHI: They're coming in.
T'POL: The coordinates match the location of one of the red giants.
ARCHER [Engineering]: Doctor
Phlox says we have to prepare for the possibility that Trip won't
PHLOX [Sickbay]: When
implanted with DNA from another species, it exactly replicates that
ARCHER: It becomes a clone.
SIM [T'Pol's quarters]:
You and Trip used to spend a lot of time here together.
T'POL: I was instructing him in the practice of Vulcan neuro-pressure.
SIM: He was really starting to enjoy those sessions with you. What's
driving me crazy is I don't know if these feelings are mine or his.
(It's a neuro-pressure session, and he is working
on her foot.)
TUCKER: Malcolm can be a tough man to get to know, I'll grant you that.
He likes to keep to himself. This feel okay?
(He presses a point on her foot.)
TUCKER: But, you spend enough time around him, you come to realise
there's no one you'd rather have watching your back.
(She pulls her foot away.)
TUCKER: I thought you said you weren't ticklish.
COLE: I didn't used to be.
TUCKER: Maybe I'm doing this wrong.
COLE: Maybe we should try another position.
TUCKER: Posture? Sure. Take a seat.
COLE: I just get the feeling whenever Lieutenant Reed looks at one of
us, he sees the enemy.
TUCKER: I don't think Malcolm thinks of MACOs as the enemy. Competition
(He puts his thumbs by her spine.)
TUCKER: This is one of the first pressure points T'Pol worked on.
Helped me get through many a night.
COLE: Feels great. Too bad this can't be a part of our training
TUCKER: You should bring it up with Hayes.
COLE: His training regimen hasn't changed since I joined up. Major
Hayes likes consistency.
TUCKER: So does Malcolm. He told me that while he was in Starfleet
training, he ate the exact same three meals every day for a year.
COLE: They're definitely cut from the same cloth.
TUCKER: Maybe that's why they get along so well. (pressing harder)
How's it feeling?
COLE: Still great.
(He lets go. Cole turns
around and faces him.)
COLE: feel like I've just had twelve hours sleep.
TUCKER: Well I guess I did it right.
(She kisses him.)
TUCKER: That was unexpected.
COLE: Nothing wrong with unexpected.
TUCKER: No. With a little warning.
COLE: Consider that a little warning for next time.
(She leaves him grinning like an idiot.)
Captain's starlog, December 27th, 2153. Using the
coordinates we got from Degra, we're en route to the location of the
red giant star and with any luck, the Xindi weapon.
ARCHER: Come in.
REED: You wanted to see me, sir.
ARCHER: I had a conversation with Major Hayes this morning. He wants to
put your security team and all the senior officers through a series of
REED: We run drills twice a week. Senior officers are free to attend.
ARCHER: These would be different. They'd be conducted by Major Hayes
and the MACOs.
ARCHER: We're heading into a hostile situation. We don't know what
we're going to face when we get there.
REED: My people are ready, sir.
ARCHER: The MACOs' tactics and technology are two, three years beyond
Starfleet's. Why not let them pass on some of that expertise? You don't
REED: The MACOs' expertise comes from simulated combat, all conducted
on Earth. On the other hand, we've fought numerous alien species on
many different worlds. If anything, we should be giving the MACOs the
benefit of our experience.
ARCHER: Hayes and his men have gone up against a few aliens on this
mission, including the Xindi. They've handled themselves pretty well.
I'd like you to co-ordinate the training sessions with the Major.
REED: Aye, sir.
PHLOX: Ah, I appreciate your stopping by so
T'POL: What did you want to ask me.
PHLOX: Are you acquainted with Corporal Amanda Cole?
T'POL: She's one of the MACOs.
PHLOX: She was in this morning with a mild headache. Says she's been
experiencing it for a week now. Every test I ran came back negative.
Frankly, I was mystified until she mentioned she was receiving Vulcan
neuro-pressure from Commander Tucker.
T'POL: You believe it's causing her headaches?
PHLOX: Well, I wanted to ask you. Neuro-pressure's a highly specialised
discipline. Commander Tucker's only be receiving it for a couple of
months. I thought it was possible that he might have misapplied one of
T'POL: It's possible.
PHLOX: Well, I've already spoken to Corporal Cole about using caution,
but I was wondering if you might have a word with Commander Tucker.
Perhaps during your next session with him?
PHLOX: Everything all right?
T'POL: Yes. If there's nothing else.
PHLOX: Oh, there is one other thing. If you find time, perhaps you
could schedule a neuro-pressure session with Corporal Cole. Maybe undo
some of Commander Tucker's work.
HAYES: Okay, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday. How does
oh eight hundred sound.
REED: I prefer to train in the evenings.
HAYES: Any reason?
REED: You get a better workout. Muscles are looser, reaction times
HAYES: How about Tuesdays and Fridays in the morning, Wednesdays in the
REED: How about Tuesdays and Fridays in the evenings, and Wednesday in
HAYES: You're not making this very easy.
REED: I'm not trying to make it difficult.
HAYES: With all due respect, I think that's exactly what you're trying
REED: With all due respect? Is that what you call circumventing my
HAYES: I wasn't aware I'd done that.
REED: And what did you think you were doing when you went to the
Captain with this proposal?
HAYES: If I'd come to you first you'd have turned me down flat.
REED: You're probably right, but the decision was mine to make.
HAYES: I didn't mean to deprive you of the opportunity.
REED: I think that's exactly what you meant to do.
HAYES: Whatever you might think, sir, my only concern is the successful
outcome of this mission.
REED: As is mine. Tuesdays and Fridays, in the evenings.
ARCHER: What's the problem.
TRAVIS: I can't understand it, Captain. It's like the stars keep
ARCHER: What do you mean?
TRAVIS: There, they just did it again.
ARCHER: Maybe it's one of the navigational sensors.
TRAVIS: I've already run two diagnostics. I can't find anything wrong.
T'POL: I think I have the cause. An unusually strong gravimetric
disturbance approximately three light years away.
ARCHER: Let's go take a look.
(They arrive at an orangey brown bubbly gloop anomaly.)
T'POL: It appears to be a convergence of spatial anomalies.
REED: It's more than seven hundred million kilometres in diameter.
HOSHI: Captain, I'm picking up an intermittent signal. Very faint.
T'POL: An object, approximately five metres in length.
ARCHER: Let's see it.
(There in the gloop is an escape pod or something similar.)
T'POL: It's just a few hundred metres from the edge. I'm reading one
REED: Could be an escape pod.
ARCHER: Are there any other ships in the vicinity?
T'POL: None. The biosigns are very erratic.
ARCHER: Bring the grappler online.
(It misses because the gloop slows and deflects it.)
ARCHER: Try again.
REED: I'll see if I can compensate.
(It gets the pod, but orange whatever surges out and over the hull.)
(The air goes purple and the Bridge fills with sparkly things and gas.
Consoles go bang.)
REED: We're losing systems all over the ship.
TRAVIS: Helm's not responding.
T'POL: There are rising levels on ammonium sulphide in the atmosphere.
ARCHER: Archer to Engineering.
TUCKER [OC]: Commander Tucker.
ARCHER: The helm's not responding. We need full reverse
(The atmosphere here is clean.)
ARCHER [OC]: Right away.
TUCKER: I'm on it.
(A jolt backwards out of the gloop, the air clears
and the sparkly things disappear.)
TRAVIS: Helm's back online.
ARCHER: Get us out of here.
TRAVIS: Love to.
TUCKER: We're ready to open the hatch.
(He and Malcolm remove the front of the pod. Vapour pours out, and a
body in a clear tube is ejected.)
(The alien is awake and shaking. He looks as if he
has a bad case of icthyosis.)
PHLOX: He's suffering from a form of rapid cellular degeneration.
ARCHER: Do you think you can stop it?
PHLOX: I don't know yet. I've managed to revive him, but he's in a fair
amount of pain.
ARCHER: (goes to the biobed) I'm Captain Archer.
ALIEN: You had no right to bring me here.
PHLOX: We were trying to save your life.
ALIEN: I didn't ask for your help. Return me to my ship.
ARCHER: Your vessel has minimal life support. You wouldn't last too
long if we took you back.
ALIEN: That's none of your concern.
ARCHER: What was that pod designed to do?
ALIEN: I'm not answering any of your questions.
ARCHER: You're dying. We're doing everything we can for you, but
ALIEN: Take me back to my ship!
PHLOX: He may be going into shock.
ARCHER: How's it coming?
TRAVIS: Good, sir. We're adjusting the nav sensors to compensate for
the gravimetric waves.
ARCHER: Get us underway as soon as you can.
TRAVIS: Just need a day to upload and test these corrections.
ARCHER: Learn anything?
T'POL: A great deal. The disturbance appears to be expanding at a rate
of several kilometres per second, and it's location is exactly
equidistant to five of the Spheres.
ARCHER: Do you think the Spheres have something to do with creating
T'POL: It's possible. This planet was once an inhabited world. It was
engulfed some time ago. I couldn't find any signs of life.
ARCHER: Maybe the alien we picked up is the last survivor.
T'POL: A possibility.
ARCHER: I want you and Trip to take a look at the pod. If we can't
revive the alien, it may be our best source of information.
(Hayes is giving a martial arts demonstration.)
HAYES: We incorporate elements from numerous
disciplines. It's extremely effective in hand to hand situations. What
I'd like to do now is break up into sparring pairs, run through some of
the moves you just saw. Let's get started.
(Tucker pairs up with Cole, the other senior staff with other MACOs,
T'Pol is watching Tucker get his bottom slapped when she gets floored
by a simple punch.)
HAYES: Try the combination. Nice cross.
(Travis floors his opponent every time.)
HAYES: Excellent. Effective combination.
(The tables are turned, Travis gets slammed against the floor and
HAYES: You were looking at his hands when you should have been watching
TRAVIS: Good match.
(He shakes his opponent's hand,)
HAYES: All right, why don't we take five minutes
REED: That's all for today.
HAYES: We still have the shoulder throws to cover.
REED: Session is over.
HAYES: Okay. For next time, work on your forearm blocks, and the elbow
(The rest leave.)
REED: What the hell was that.
HAYES: That was a sparring demonstration.
REED: It was way out of line. That last throw was completely
HAYES: He was on his feet. That made him fair game.
REED: Fair game.
HAYES: It's just a little blood, sir. No one got hurt.
REED: These are training sessions, Major. If your men can't understand
that then I'm going to put a stop to this right now. Is that clear?
REED: Jolly good.
TUCKER: I think it's a transmitter. I just can't
pin-point the frequency.
T'POL: Doctor Phlox has asked me to speak with you.
TUCKER: What about?
T'POL: Corporal Cole's been experiencing headaches. The Doctor believes
they might be caused by your neuro-pressure sessions.
TUCKER: She never said anything about headaches.
T'POL: Perhaps she didn't want to worry you.
TUCKER: Why would neuro-pressure be the cause?
T'POL: It shouldn't be performed by novices. If misapplied, you could
cause nerve damage.
TUCKER: I've performed it on you plenty of times.
T'POL: Under my supervision.
TUCKER: I see. You want to supervise me and Corporal Cole?
T'POL: I think it would simply be best if you ended the sessions. These
electrodes were collecting biometric data from the occupant.
TUCKER: Amanda won't be too happy about ending the sessions.
T'POL: I'm sure she won't.
TUCKER: What do you mean by that?
T'POL: I've noticed that you and Corporal Cole have become somewhat
T'POL: Last week you were eating together in the mess hall, and in the
training session yesterday she touched your behind.
TUCKER: You've been keeping a pretty close eye on us.
T'POL: You're hard to miss.
TUCKER: Look, Amanda and I just share a lot of interests, that's all.
We both come from Florida
T'POL: There's no reason to justify your behaviour. I was simply
suggesting you might use some discretion.
T'POL: It's not appropriate for a senior officer to fraternise with a
TUCKER: She's not Starfleet. There's nothing inappropriate about it.
T'POL: We need to get this data to the Captain immediately.
T'POL: There's no mistake. The pod's hull contains
the exact combination of alloys we found on the surface of the Spheres.
ARCHER: You remember the Triannon creation myth?
T'POL: They believed the Spheres were created by divine beings who will
one day return to the Chosen Realm.
ARCHER: And that the Spheres were reshaping the Expanse into a paradise
for the faithful.
T'POL: Perhaps Triannon mythology has a basis in fact. It appears the
pod was designed to transmit data regarding the alien's physiological
status. I believe he was inserted into the disturbance so someone could
monitor his exposure to the environment.
ARCHER: A canary. On Earth, miners used to take canaries into the
tunnels with them. If the canary didn't die, the miners knew the air
would be safe to breathe, and they could proceed.
PHLOX: His condition has worsened. He's literally
disintegrating and there doesn't seem to be any way to stop it.
ARCHER: I want to talk to him again.
PHLOX: I don't even know if I can revive him.
ARCHER: Find a way.
PHLOX: Captain, this man is dying a painful death. To keep him
conscious is unethical.
ARCHER: Until I get the answers I need, we're going to have to bend a
PHLOX: Very well, I'll do what I can.
ARCHER: Notify me when he's conscious.
T'POL: Corporal. Come in.
COLE: Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate your doing this.
T'POL: Please sit down. Remove your jacket. I assume Commander Tucker
briefed you on the proper breathing technique.
COLE: He did.
T'POL: Begin with a deep breath. Good. Doctor Phlox did caution you
against any further neuro-pressure from Commander Tucker?
COLE: I got the lecture.
(T'Pol works from Cole's neck to her shoulders.)
T'POL: You and Commander Tucker appear to enjoy each others
COLE: We do have a lot in common. Did he tell you we grew up less than
fifty kilometres from each other?
T'POL: He didn't mention it.
COLE: Our high school's were rivals, we went to the same movie
theatres. What are the odds?
T'POL: Extremely low.
COLE: Unfortunately, neither of our home towns exists any more. They
were both destroyed in the attack.
T'POL: Did you lose any relatives?
COLE: My family moved up north a few years ago. I was lucky.
T'POL: Commander Tucker was greatly affected by his sister's death.
COLE: He talks about her a lot.
T'POL: You're quite fond of him.
COLE: What's not to like. He's a gentleman, he's great to be around,
and he has very nice arms. Ow.
(T'Pol is working down the spine.)
T'POL: I apologise. I'll try not to press so hard.
(There's a device on the wall, a console in a
corner, and a mark on the floor. The group are gathered around.)
HAYES: We developed this specialised training system at Jupiter Station
a few months ago. The goal is to hit as many targets as you can in ten
seconds. Lieutenant, if you're up for it. Fall back. Start him off at
(Holographic target balls come flying around as Reed takes pot shots at
HAYES: Four targets in ten seconds. Not bad for a first go, but you
might schedule a little extra practice time. Kick it up to level four.
(Hayes takes his own turn.)
HAYES: Nine hits. That's a mid-range score. Corporal Cole here has the
record, fourteen hits at level four.
COLE: I was having a lucky day.
HAYES: Okay, lets do some shooting. We'll start at level two and work
our way up. Who'd like to go next?
(Tucker steps forward.)
TUCKER: That target practice was something. Sure
looked a easier than it was.
REED: You don't say.
TUCKER: Oh, come on. Your score got a lot better as the session went
REED: I started picturing Hayes' head in place of the target.
TUCKER: You two really ought to declare a truce.
REED: Oh, no. This is a fight to the death.
TUCKER: I guess if I were in your shoes, I'd be just as upset.
REED: He's determined to take over the security of this ship, you know.
TUCKER: You really believe that?
REED: Everything he does points to the fact.
TUCKER: Well, it could also be that he wants everyone to be as prepared
as possible. You have to admit the extra training isn't such a bad
REED: Just drop it.
REED: So, why don't you tell me about you and Miss Cole?
TUCKER: We're friends. Is everyone on this ship watching us?
REED: You're pretty hard to miss.
TUCKER: That's what T'Pol said.
REED: Is it true she's giving Amanda neuro-pressure now?
REED: I heard it was damage control from your tender touch.
TUCKER: T'Pol's just smoothing out some of the rough spots. That's all.
REED: And why were you giving Amanda Cole neuro-pressure anyway?
TUCKER: What's it to you?
REED: Well, from what I'm told, it's a pretty intimate procedure, for
TUCKER: I do it with T'Pol. Are you implying there's something going on
there as well?
REED: That's the rumour.
TUCKER: Look, for the last time, there's nothing going on with any of
us, between any of us.
REED: Right. You're all just friends.
TUCKER: That's right.
REED: I guess this Vulcan neuro-pressure isn't that intimate after all.
REED: In that case, I've got a nasty little pain just
TUCKER: Just drop it.
ARCHER: We know you were sent here as some kind of
test subject. The region of space where we found you. What is it?
PHLOX: His pain medication's wearing off.
ARCHER: Hold off a second.
ALIEN: I was sent against my will. I am not from your part of space. I
come from a trans-dimensional realm.
ARCHER: Keep going.
ALIEN: I don't know why I was sent here.
ARCHER: I find that hard to believe.
ALIEN: It's the truth. I was a prisoner. Because of my transgressions,
I've spent my entire adult life inside a cell. One day the guards
offered me freedom if I would participate in an experiment. I agreed.
That's all I remember before I woke up here.
ARCHER: We found you drifting in a pod, hooked up to banks of
monitoring equipment. You're telling me you have no idea why?
ALIEN: The experiment was important to them. They wouldn't abandon me.
Take me back.
ARCHER: That's impossible.
ALIEN: If you don't, I'll die. Please. (his hand disappears and
reappears) What's happening to me? What's happening to me?
Captain's starlog, supplemental. With Travis's
adjustments in place, we've resumed course for the red giant.
TUCKER: Between all this training and the extra
shifts in Engineering, I've been looking forward to this all day.
T'POL: Sit up.
TUCKER: You aren't saying much tonight. Don't tell me you're still
upset about me and Amanda.
T'POL: I'm not upset.
TUCKER: It sure sounds like it.
T'POL: You're mistaken.
TUCKER: Why would a few neuro-pressure sessions between me and a MACO
be such a big deal? Unless.
T'POL: Unless what?
TUCKER: Unless you're a little jealous.
T'POL: I don't experience jealousy.
TUCKER: You're doing a pretty fair imitation of it.
T'POL: I am not, in any way, jealous of you and Corporal Cole.
TUCKER: You know, your voice is tensing up. It's a dead giveaway.
T'POL: I didn't know you were an expert in vocal inflections.
TUCKER: I don't need to be an expert to read you. Come on, admit it.
You're a little jealous.
T'POL: You're implying that I'm attracted to you.
TUCKER: That kind of goes along with the assumption, doesn't it?
T'POL: I think you're mistaken about who's attracted to whom.
TUCKER: Are you saying I'm attracted to you?
T'POL: I don't need to say it. You already have.
TUCKER: I don't remember that conversation.
T'POL: It wasn't you, it was your clone. Sim told me.
T'POL: He said he had feelings for me.
TUCKER: He told you that.
T'POL: Standing right there.
TUCKER: What the hell was he doing in your room?
T'POL: Your voice is tensing up.
TUCKER: Oh, now you're the vocal expert.
T'POL: I don't need to be an expert to read you.
TUCKER: I can't believe this. I'm jealous of myself?
T'POL: You're jealous?
TUCKER: No, absolutely not. Okay, maybe. Maybe I am, a little.
T'POL: Which would mean you're attracted to me. It goes with the
TUCKER: What just happened here? Did we? Are we?
(She kisses him, then completely disrobes.)
ALIEN: You're not like the others on this ship.
PHLOX: They're from a different world than I am.
ALIEN: What are they called, your two worlds?
PHLOX: Mine is called Denobula, my shipmates are from Earth.
ALIEN: Am I going to die?
PHLOX: I'm doing everything I can.
ALIEN: I'm grateful to you for trying, Doctor.
PHLOX: Try to rest.
(Phlox goes over to a monitor and the alien grabs him, his arm passing
through Phlox's throat and knocking him out. The alien goes for a walk
through the walls.)
(Reed is shadow-fighting in front of a large
mirror as Hayes enters.)
REED: Are you leaving so soon?
HAYES: I don't want to distract you.
REED: It's no distraction. In fact, I could use a sparring partner, if
you're up for it.
HAYES: Always. Good forearm block. Nice back-fist. Show me the
(Reed gets thrown.)
HAYES: Faster on that combination. You're improving.
REED: You want to keep that left up. That's it, stay loose, excellent
(He gets in a rabbit punch.)
REED: You're improving.
(Reed pins Hayes to the floor.)
REED: You see, you were looking at my hands when you should have been
looking at my eyes.
HAYES: Okay, Lieutenant.
(Reed gives the bring it on sign and ends up on his back.)
HAYES: Tell me something.
HAYES: Why won't you let me do my job?
REED: Because you're here to enhance the combat capacity of this crew,
not take over security.
HAYES: Is that what this is all about? You think I want to replace you?
REED: You just can't stand taking orders from me, can you.
HAYES: I have no problems taking orders from you.
(Hayes gives Reed a good beating.)
HAYES: After lunar survival training I could handle just about
anything. Good sparring with you.
(The fight continues into the corridor.)
REED: (to passing crewman) As you were.
(The crewman carefully retraces his steps as the pair carry on beating
seven bells out of each other.)
HAYES: (completely floored) What was that?
REED: (barely standing) It's a little Klingon move I picked up.
(They square up again, when )
ARCHER [OC]: Tactical alert. Senior officers to their posts.
(As the alien continues to walk through bulkheads,
startling crew members.)
T'POL: He's disrupting systems as he goes. We can use that to track
him. (lights dim) That was the secondary relay coupling.
ARCHER: He's on B deck.
T'POL: Between the A1 and A3 bulkheads.
REED: We're coming up on access tube seventeen
T'POL: He's moving in your direction.
REED: Can you be any more specific?
(The alien walks out of a console and down another corridor. Reed and
Hayes shoot at him, but of course phase pistol fire is useless.)
ARCHER: Malcolm, status.
REED [OC]: Our weapons had no effect on him.
REED: He's heading towards the centre of the ship.
ARCHER: Archer to Engineering.
(Just as things go bang. Reed finds him unconscious.)
(The alien climbs onto the warp drive and sticks his hand in.
Everything goes crazy and the crew get thrown about.)
T'POL: Magnetic containment is fluctuating.
REED: We need to reverse polarity on the plasma
coils. It'll trigger a feedback pulse. Turn the T-valve all the way to
HAYES: All right.
(Reed is at the warp core controls.)
REED: Let's see if you can handle this.
(The alien screams, becomes totally solid and is thrown to the floor.)
TUCKER: Coffee, strong. Some night.
TUCKER: I don't know who did more damage to the engine, the alien or
T'POL: How long before we can get underway?
TUCKER: Another day at least. I guess we should talk about what
happened last night.
T'POL: I've been briefed on the situation.
TUCKER: Well, I was referring to what happened between us, in your
quarters. I guess I'll go first. Actually, why don't you go first?
T'POL: I suppose I should thank you.
TUCKER: No need to thank me.
T'POL: For facilitating my exploration of human sexuality.
TUCKER: I'm not sure I follow.
T'POL: It's one of the many aspects of your species which I've been
meaning to explore since I left the High Command.
TUCKER: Sounds like you're saying last night was some kind of
T'POL: I wouldn't use that term.
TUCKER: But that's the general idea.
T'POL: Are you getting emotional?
TUCKER: No, I'm not getting emotional. I just don't like being compared
to a lab rat.
T'POL: I'm sorry if I offended you.
TUCKER: Forget it. I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us.
In fact, we probably should forget it ever happened.
TUCKER: Doesn't mean we can't keep doing the neuro-pressure though.
(A pair of visibly bruised and battered men are
standing to attention.)
ARCHER: Doctor Phlox says you have a detached retina, a bruised left
kidney. We're in a dangerous region of space. We're trying to stop an
alien race from destroying Earth. We face attacks from all sides,
enemies everywhere we go. The last thing I need is to hear that two of
my senior officers have been admitted to Sickbay because they suddenly
regressed to the level of five year olds.
ARCHER: Don't try to tell me who started it! I don't know what the
problem is between you two, and to tell you the truth I don't care, but
I want it settled right now. Settle it! That's an order!
REED: There's no problem, Captain.
HAYES: It's settled, sir.
ARCHER: How are the drills going?
HAYES: Good, sir.
REED: Very good, sir. (intercom beeps)
PHLOX [OC]: Please come to Sickbay, Captain. The alien has regained
ARCHER: On my way.
REED: Think we're dismissed?
PHLOX: I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.
(the alien is phasing in and out, obviously in pain)
ARCHER: You weren't sent here against your will. You know exactly what
your mission was. What were your people trying to do? You tried to
destroy my ship. Why? Answer me!
ALIEN: When the Xindi destroy Earth, my people will prevail.
(The alien vanishes. Archer thumps
the biobed in frustration)