Star Trek: Enterprise

Previously on Enterprise:

This species has technology

which allows them to examine alternate timelines.

They've seen this future and they wanna change the outcome.

We've got less than ten hours before this weapon reaches Earth.

The captain wants to take a team aboard to destroy it.

Give me the charges.

- I'll take care of it, sir. - Don't worry. I'll be right behind you.

Captain Archer destroyed the weapon.

- Where is he? Is he okay? - Captain didn't make it, Trip.

Prepare a shuttlepod. I want you and Ensign Mayweather

to get down to San Francisco. Find out what's wrong.

Sir...

This is Commander Charles Tucker of the starship Enterprise.

What the hell are you people doing?

Those are P-51s. I've seen them at air shows.

I don't think this is an air show.

Are they breaking off?

Maybe we should follow them.

Try to find a landing port, set us down.

Starboard injector.

Get us out of here.

Rita Hayworth.

Veronica Lake.

Betty Grable. Ha, ha.

Americans are good at making movies.

They're not so good at fighting.

Someday I will go to Hollywood, and I will meet Betty Grable.

Maybe you'll introduce me, huh? What do you think?

- She's not your type. - Ha-ha-ha.

You know, in Hollywood movies, Americans always win.

Too bad for you, you're not in a movie.

Insurgents!

Keep driving. Move! Move!

as to the youth of all the Britons,

I say, you cannot stop.

There's no halting place at this point.

We have now reached a point in the journey

where there can be no pause.

We must go on.

It must be world anarchy or world order.

That was Winston Churchill.

I picked that up half an hour ago.

Well, it's true, then.

We're over 200 years in the past.

I've also intercepted several military dispatches

and a radio program, something called The Shadow.

We should run a complete diagnostic.

Start with the sensor array.

This isn't a damn sensor glitch.

We just pulled three .50-caliber bullets from the shuttlepod hull.

And spare us the official Vulcan position about time travel.

We are 200 years in the past. Face it.

The first step to getting back is ascertaining how we got here.

As soon as the diagnostic is complete,

run a scan for any anomalies in the area.

Right away.

Maybe we're here for a reason.

Maybe this wasn't an accident.

For the moment, we can't rule out any possibilities.

The Germans believe there are 5,000 resistance fighters

operating throughout the region.

They're becoming better organized,

increasing their attacks.

We lost four men in the assault.

You should have chosen a safer route.

And you should have personally overseen the transfer.

We were in the midst of a crucial weapons test.

He was just an American prisoner.

He was more than that.

This communication device he was carrying,

it's from the future.

A temporal agent?

Double the security details at all the entrances to the compound.

If they have located us,

it won't be long before they strike.

How could they have possibly found us?

If the prisoner hadn't escaped,

we might know the answer to that question.

You know what I expect of you.

The prisoner will be recovered.

Come in.

You got a second?

I wanted to say I was way out of line earlier.

You have enough to worry about without me flying off the handle.

Your reaction was understandable.

I was just all set to get home.

I wasn't expecting to be in the middle of another situation.

None of us were.

I was also looking forward to going home.

I thought perhaps I would return to Vulcan.

It's been some time since I was there.

Sounds nice.

I was gonna lay on a different beach every week for two months.

The only thing to figure out was whether to start in Tahiti or in Cancun.

The captain would always try to put the best light on the worst situation.

I wonder what he'd say to this one.

I think he'd be hard-pressed to find any positive aspects.

But he would try nevertheless.

Come in.

I've been going over those military dispatches that Hoshi picked up.

Some of them don't make sense.

They mention recent battles in Virginia and Ohio.

There weren't any battles fought there in World War II.

The Nazis never got to North America.

Something's very wrong down there.

It's chicken liver, your favorite, with grated cheddar.

Oh, I can't say I blame you.

I don't have much of an appetite myself.

Perhaps a Denobulan lullaby, hmm, will improve your mood?

Eh. On the other hand, my singing would often drive my children to tears.

Maybe what you need is a nice thick steak.

I'll, uh, see what chef has on the menu. Be right back.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, it's okay. It's all right.

I'm a friend.

I'm just cleaning you up a little.

War's a dirty business.

But you're lucky. Bullet just missed the bone.

Where am I?

You're in my apartment, what's left of it.

I'm Alicia Travers.

Jonathan Archer.

Pleased to meet you.

What's the last thing you remember?

I was in a truck with a couple of German soldiers.

Hmm.

There was an explosion, and someone started shooting at us.

- I got away. - You sure did.

And your SS friends,

they're dead, which is how I like them.

You're my first bona fide POW.

I usually fix up guys in the resistance.

Easy, easy, easy. Easy, sailor.

- You don't wanna start bleeding again. - Sailor?

Yeah, that patch on your shirt says "Enterprise."

You must have made if off before it sank.

How'd you wind up all the way over here?

I've been asking myself the same question.

What year is this?

It's 1944.

World War II.

I haven't heard it called that before, but that's as good a description as any.

Used to be a pretty nice neighborhood, even for coloreds.

As you can see, it's gone downhill.

Where are we?

We're in Brooklyn.

New York City.

The weapon fires a modulating plasma pulse

equivalent to the energy produced by three 88-millimeter shells.

Each pulse can destroy a tank.

Very impressive.

When can we expect deployment?

I can't give you a specific timetable.

There are still some problems to be addressed.

- Such as? - Portability.

The weapons require considerable power.

In my century, there are energy cells the size of a coin.

In this century,

it's somewhat more difficult.

What are these?

Requisition forms.

I require additional supplies.

"Eighty-six metric tons of aluminum plating,

170 tons of carbon steel."

We can't keep diverting vital materials from war production.

We are inside the home of a former American president.

It seems to me your war effort is going well enough.

That could change very quickly.

Intelligence suggests the Americans are preparing a counterattack.

Our front lines are dangerously thin,

supply routes are under constant attack from resistance fighters.

A forceful enemy thrust could stand a good chance of breaking through.

On top of this, there have been setbacks in Africa,

and the Russians are attempting to retake Moscow.

While no one has expressed this to the FÜHRER,

there is widespread belief

that Germany has advanced too far too quickly.

All the more reason to accede to my request.

The weapons I'm preparing will make you immune

from any counterattack anywhere in the world.

And I'm not just referring to plasma-rifles.

Imagine a plague

targeting non-Aryans.

No need for extermination camps,

just a few grams of a pathogen introduced into the water supply.

You make promises. All we ever see are films.

There is far too much at stake for us to argue.

We have far too much in common.

We both embrace the ideals of purity and perfection,

and we both face enemies that would destroy us.

Now is not the time to end an association

that is vital to our mutual survival.

No one has proposed ending anything.

Then I'll expect delivery by the end of the week.

Portions of Daniels' body have aged at a dramatic rate.

In some areas, the tissue is over 100 years old.

Yet other sections have been reduced to an almost fetal stage.