Star Trek: Enterprise (2001–2005): Season 1, Episode 3 - Fight or Flight - full transcript
Captain Archer wants to convert curiosity into deeds and decides to enter a ship floating in space. Hoshi has trouble adjusting to life on Enterprise.
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 break 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.
Range: 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 breaches?
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 bringing 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
break into that ship.
We're not breaking 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
brought 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 bring 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.
Distance: 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 brief 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.
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 break 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.
Range: 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 breaches?
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 bringing 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
break into that ship.
We're not breaking 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
brought 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 bring 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.
Distance: 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 brief 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.