Star Trek: Enterprise

Last time on Enterprise:

There's been an attack on Earth.

We've been recalled.

The probe was sent by the Xindi.

They learned that their world would be destroyed by humans

in 400 years.

Is there gonna be some kind of service?

My sister wasn't big on memorials.

She was no more important than any of them.

She was more important to you.

There's nothing wrong with admitting that.

Are you suggesting this is a Xindi?

I'd sure as hell like to find out.

You're to return to Vulcan.

I believe that should be my decision.

We received a distress call.

Every crewman onboard had been anatomically inverted,

their bodies splayed open,

and they were still alive.

I want to remain aboard Enterprise.

I've decided to resign my commission.

Do you think you'll be comfortable with military onboard?

I don't have a problem with non-Starfleet personnel.

I'm gonna need all the muscle I can get when we cross into the Expanse.

I can't wait to get in there, captain.

And find the people who did this.

And tell me we won't be tiptoeing around.

None of that non-interference crap T'Pol's always shoving down our throats.

We'll do what we have to, Trip.

It could simply be a coincidence.

You're being naïve.

Their planet is 50 light years away.

It is not a coincidence.

How do you know your contacts gave you accurate information?

They have no way of knowing that we launched the probe.

How many humans are aboard?

When will it be ready?

The next series of tests is being prepared.

We will accomplish nothing if all you do is run tests.

We must be patient.

We must follow the plan that we all agreed to.

Learn everything you can about this human vessel.

How long till we get there?

Another three hours.

Did the freighter captain say who we're supposed to contact?

The foreman of the north mine. He's expecting us.

What makes this captain so certain one of the miners is Xindi?

He's not.

He just said he thinks there was a Xindi aboard a transport

he took there a few years ago.

And it is safe to enter orbit?

There are no security considerations?

He didn't mention any.

With all due respect, sir, we should approach with caution.

The freighter captain was of questionable character.

Where are we, Malcolm?

- Sir? - This room. What did it used to be?

A storage bay, sir, conduit housings, I believe.

But it got retrofitted.

Starfleet went to a lot of trouble to turn it into our new Command Center.

Why is that, Malcolm?

Because of our mission, sir.

- To find the Xindi, right? - Right.

So this state-of-the-art equipment was put in here

to help us gather all the pieces of the puzzle.

Figure out who's trying to destroy Earth.

Right.

Six weeks.

We've been in this Expanse for six weeks.

What data have we gathered?

What pieces of the puzzle have we started to put together?

Not a single one.

We don't have the luxury of being safe or cautious anymore.

And if the only lead we can find

comes from a freighter captain of questionable character,

then that's good enough for me.

Understood?

Understood.

Is this seat taken?

Ma'am?

I'm Hoshi Sato.

Oh, we familiarized ourselves with all the Bridge officers, ensign.

I'm Major Hayes. This is Sergeant Kemper,

Corporals Romero and Chang.

Military Assault Command.

Captain Archer wanted the best.

Looks like you've all gotten your space legs.

Some of us are still visiting Dr. Phlox every morning.

Wonders of modern medicine.

What do you think of our doctor, sergeant?

I imagine you don't run into many Denobulans in Duluth, Minnesota.

Actually, I'm stationed outside of Atlanta.

No Denobulans, but we have our fair share of alien visitors.

You must have gone pretty deep into our records.

I haven't lived in Duluth since junior high school.

You may have left Duluth, but you've still got plenty of Duluth left in your inflections.

- Ha-ha-ha. - Excuse me?

Ensign Sato's a linguist, Kemper.

Give her enough time, she could probably tell you what street you grew up on.

Do you have any idea where we're headed?

I'm sure Captain Archer will let us know when he has reason to.

Let's hope it's soon.

The quicker you folks find these Xindi, the quicker we can get to work.

We have a briefing in a few minutes.

If you'll excuse us.

- Just Bay 2? - Yes, sir.

Cargo Bays 1 and 3 seem unaffected.

- When did it start? - About ten minutes ago.

Ensign McFarlane got pretty banged up, but he's gonna be okay.

You sure it's not a problem with the grav-plating?

Trust me, captain.

It's not the grav-plating.

Careful, sir. Stay close to the door.

Just give it a minute.

You're right.

It's not the grav-plating.

Any volatile material in those containers?

I would've known by now.

Seal it off.

Let's hope this little anomaly doesn't last any longer than the others did.

Ah.

Come look at this.

The pigmentation is far more colorful than I would have suspected.

- What are we looking at? - Oh, um...

Xindi epithelial cells

harvested from the corpse they found inside the crashed probe.

- It looks more like scales. - Precisely.

When I'm finished constructing my physiometric profile,

I wouldn't be surprised to find he has, uh, reptilian characteristics.

You wanted to see me?

Do you have any siblings?

No.

Commander Tucker had one sister.

- She was killed in the attack. - I'm aware of that.

He's having difficulty dealing with the loss.

It's to be expected.

More specifically, it's affecting his sleep.

I've been giving him sedatives, but I'd like to see him start tapering off.

I'm not sure I understand.

I believe the commander would be a fine candidate for Vulcan neuro-pressure.

I doubt the commander would have the patience to sit in one place

long enough to get through the first posture.

I'm certain, with your delicate guidance...

Delicate is not a word I associate with Mr. Tucker.

The instruction of neuro-pressure is...

a very intimate act.

And he's suffered a very intimate loss.

He needs your help.

Have him come to my quarters.

There's, um, heh, one little problem.

Assuming that you'd agree to my request,

I suggested all of this to Commander Tucker earlier today.

He was

less than enthusiastic.

I don't understand.

Perhaps if I could get him to go to your quarters,

you might be able to convince him of the lasting benefits

of Vulcan neuro-pressure.

We should have worn E-V suits.

The doctor said it was safe for short periods.

Heh. Safe?

You call this safe?

Oh, I've been in...

Try not to breathe.

Yes, sir.

I'm Captain Archer of the starship Enterprise.

We've come to see... GUARD: This way.

Archer.

I'm Jonathan Archer. This is Lieutenant Reed.

I've been told you might be able to make it worth my while

if I were to arrange a certain introduction.

Depends what you mean by worth your while.

Well, I've always had a fondness for platinum,

specifically in its liquefied state.

I'm afraid we don't carry precious metals onboard.

Mmm.

Pity.

I'm sure there's something else we could offer you.

I don't make a habit of allowing people to interrupt my workers.

Xindi or otherwise.

What about the antimatter relays?

Their linings are coated with a platinum-cobalt alloy.

Trip could probably strip them down and separate the metals.

How much platinum are we talking about?

Well, I'm a reasonable man.

I'm sure you could part with, say, half a liter.

I'd need to see this man, scan him, confirm that he's Xindi.

No.

That won't be necessary.

Why would you do this?

Unfortunate accident.

I expect to see you back tomorrow.

Good day. Ugh.

Elizabeth.

Lizzie, you've got to get out of there.

Elizabeth.

Please.

Get out of there.

A blood sample would have sufficed, some saliva.

Is it Xindi?