All language subtitles for Star.Trek.Enterprise.S02E05_track3_und

ARCHER: Starfleet didn't send us
out here to humiliate ourselves.

How long were we in orbit,
groveling? Six days?

Five, sir,
and it wasn't exactly groveling.

Apologizing, asking forgiveness,

just because we ate lunch in front
of them on our own ship months ago.

- I call that groveling.
- They were offended.

The Kreetassans manufacture
plasma injectors. We need one.

So we spend six days groveling.

Five days.

When they finally agree to talk to us,
we go down, and what do they do?

They keep us waiting for 12 hours
and then send us packing.

No explanation,
no plasma injector, just leave.

Go back to your ship.

We obviously offended them again.

Maybe my hair's parted
on the wrong side.

I'm exhausted,
and I've had it with these people.

[COMM CHIMES]

HOSHI:
Go ahead.

PHLOX [OVER COMM]:
The three of you are clear to go.

But I'm afraid I'll need
to keep Porthos for a while.

What's the problem?

PHLOX: He picked up a pathogen
of some kind on the surface.

Neither decon agent
has been effective.

- What are you gonna do?
PHLOX: I'm not sure yet.

I'll let you know
as soon as I've run some tests.

Feel better, Porthos.

Doc will have you good as new
before you know it.

I might even break
the no-cheese rule tonight.

[BARKS]

Sorry, fella, you gotta stay.

We're playing with fire, captain.

It's just a matter of time
before this injector gives up the ghost.

You're got four more.
The ship can run on four.

Yeah, but it can't run on three.

You know what happens
at warp speed

when you've only got
three plasma injectors online.

What are the odds of us
losing another one

before we find a replacement?

I'm not comfortable
with four, captain.

We need five.

What the hell happened
down there, anyway?

T'Pol thinks
we insulted them again.

How?

You didn't eat cabbage
before you left.

I was a perfect gentleman.

We're gonna have to go somewhere
else to find you your injector, Trip.

These people are impossible.

Their components are
metallurgically sound, dependable.

We could look for six months

and not find anything
half as compatible.

Well, you're a trained diplomat.

Take the high road.

There's gotta be some way
you can kiss and make up.

I'll have T'Pol see
if she can find out what we did.

But I'm not promising anything.

I went to decon. I thought
you were there with Porthos.

Is everything?

It's all right to pet him.

You'll have to use
the isolation gloves.

Did you run your tests?

His autoimmune system
is collapsing.

I've isolated the pathogen,
broken down its protein sequence.

I can't explain it, captain.
It shouldn't be affecting him like this.

But it is.

So, what are you doing?

Running more tests.

I'm sure I'll come up
with something.

How sure?

Could this be life-threatening?

It's too early to tell.

Didn't we send his genome
to the Kreetassans along with ours?

I transmitted them myself
before you left Enterprise.

So shouldn't they have noticed
there's a pathogen in their atmosphere

that his immune system
can't handle?

They should have,

assuming they took
the time to check.

I'm told I've offended
these people twice.

Once for eating in front of them,

the second time,
I don't even know what for.

But if their carelessness
has hurt Porthos

or, God forbid, ends up killing him,

they're gonna find out
what being offended is all about.

Porthos has no intention
of giving up, and neither do I.

ARCHER:
You hear that, boy?

Hmm?

We're all pulling for you.

- Did you reach them?
T'POL: Yes.

And?

I think we should discuss this
in your Ready Room.

Well?

Do you recall the stand of trees
outside the Hall of Diplomacy?

- What are you talking about?
- They're Alvera trees,

- over 300 years old...
- That's fascinating.

Did you apologize
for whatever we did wrong?

Are we going to get
our plasma injector?

The Kreetassans consider
the Alvera trees cultural treasures.

Apparently, Porthos urinated
on one of them.

And that's what
they're insulted about?

It is understandable.

Well, maybe if they had bothered
to read the genetic profile we sent,

they'd have told us
to leave the dog on the ship.

Then he wouldn't have
had an opportunity to pee

on one of their precious trees.

I conveyed your sincerest apologies
to the chancellery.

They're discussing
possible acts of contrition.

Where the hell do you get off
conveying my sincerest apologies?

They're the ones who should be sorry.

I don't need to remind you that
Commander Tucker is relying on us.

There are some things
more important than plasma injectors.

Are you referring to your pride?

I'll tell you one thing,
sub-commander.

If anything happens to Porthos,

I'll be the one
watering their Alvera trees.

If you were a married man,

I'd be wondering if your wife
had thrown you out.

I just thought it might cheer
Porthos up if I slept here tonight.

That is, if it's all right with you.

I don't think your dog
is in any condition to know

whether you're here or not.

Well, then, maybe it'll cheer me up.

Be my guest. Take your pick.

How's Porthos doing?

My sub-mammalian database
contains no pertinent files on bugles,

but, um, there's sufficient information
on similar Chordata.

Beagles.

Yes.

Let me ask you a question, doc,
just out of curiosity.

Are there any dogs
on your home world?

The Denobulan lemur
is highly sought after.

It's not exactly a dog,
but you could say it's doglike.

It has a tail, fur,
most have one head.

Did your medical training
include any...?

Captain, please.

You needn't be concerned.

I hold six degrees
in interspecies veterinary medicine.

I thought you were just,
you know, a people doctor.

As a matter of fact,
I've also earned degrees

in dentistry, hematology,
botanical pharmacology...

I'm impressed.

So how's he doing?

I believe I've eliminated
the pathogen.

The question is
whether the treatment I've devised

will stabilize
his autoimmune system before, um...

Before what?

In a few hours,
I'll have a more detailed prognosis.

Before what, doctor?

There are many harmless
strains of bacteria

that can become lethal when
the immune system is compromised.

But it is too early
to be thinking about that.

Hmm?

Now, we should both try
to get a few hours of rest.

If there are any changes
in his vital signs,

the alarms are quite loud.

Good night.

I would have brought you
some cheese,

but Dr. Phlox wouldn't have
let me give you any.

[DEVICE WHIRRING]

[DEVICE CONTINUES WHIRRING]

Doctor, are you all right?

I'm sorry, captain.
Did I wake you?

Just trimming my toenails.
They grow quite rapidly.

Have to keep them groomed
at least once a week.

Just wanted to be sure you're okay.

Thanks for your concern.
Good night.

[LIQUID SQUELCHING]

[BAT CHITTERING]

I'm sorry, captain.
Did I wake you again?

- What the hell's going on?
- Feeding time.

[CHUCKLES]

Ah. Don't be greedy.

- How long was I asleep?
- Nearly an hour.

- Does this go on every night?
- Only when I'm here.

They're very demanding
when they know I'm in Sickbay.

Great.

Porthos?

I'll still need at least
a couple of hours.

- Is he comfortable?
- He's fast asleep.

I'm glad to see someone is.

I'll check back in a couple of hours.

- How's your dog?
- Nice of you to ask.

We'll know in a couple of hours.

[BEEPS THEN ACCELERATES]

[TREADMILL BEEPS
THEN ACCELERATES]

Have you heard from your friends
on the surface?

Not yet.

I guess they haven't finished
compiling their list of punishments.

They're not interested
in punishing you.

They only want
an appropriate apology.

I'm sorry.

- For what?
- Just practicing.

[BEEPS THEN ACCELERATES]

You shouldn't have brought
your dog on a diplomatic mission,

especially considering we had
previously offended the Kreetassans.

They knew we were bringing him.

We even sent his genetic specs.

They could have asked us
to leave him behind. They didn't.

Porthos has the right
to a little fresh air.

You're once again ignoring
the consequences of your actions.

What's that supposed to mean?

You obviously place
more importance

on the quality of the air
your pet breathes

than on the quality of the plasma
that drives your ship.

[BEEPS THEN ACCELERATES]

What the hell
does one have to do with the other?

Isn't it logical I care
about my ship and my dog?

I'm not questioning
your pluralities.

[TREADMILL BEEPS
THEN ACCELERATES]

I'm questioning your priorities.

I really thought you were beginning
to understand something

about human feelings.

Not when it pertains
to primitive quadrupeds

who haven't developed
the ability to speak or to use a toilet.

What's the matter?

I obviously can't keep up with you.

[COMM CHIMES]

T'Pol.

HOSHI [OVER COMM]:
We've received a transmission

from the Kreetassans.
It's their reconciliation demands.

The captain's not gonna believe this.

ARCHER [OVER COMM]:
You'd be surprised, Hoshi.

- Captain, I didn't...
ARCHER: It's all right, ensign.

We're on our way.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, this isn't so bad.

I was sure there'd be something
in here about standing on one foot

with my eyes shut, reciting
"The Night Before Christmas."

I'm going back to Sickbay,
see if I can get an hour's sleep

before the doctor's results
come through.

Let me know if this fits with your
definition of an "appropriate apology."

[HOSHI SIGHS]

Do we have a chainsaw onboard?

[MACHINE BEEPING]

ARCHER:
What's happening?

PHLOX:
He's gone into anaphylactic shock.

His body's rejecting
the treatment I selected.

You said we'd know in a few hours
if this would work.

PHLOX:
Exactly.

It's not working.

Is he going to die?

Fill this with 5 cc's of tetrasol.

It's the blue fluid,
second on the right, 5 cc's.

ARCHER:
Five cc's.

I don't think so.

What?

You asked me
if he was going to die.

Are you trying a different treatment?

Mm.

- Let me guess. We'll know in a...
- A couple of hours, yes.

How are things progressing
with the Kreetassans?

They've got a perfectly good
plasma injector

sitting on a shelf somewhere.

But will they share with us?

[SCOFFS]

Not until I make a fool of myself

by going through
some series of ritual apologies.

The fact that Porthos
is on death's doorstep

doesn't seem to bother
any of them.

They're the ones
who should be apologizing, not me.

T'Pol thinks I care more
about my dog than my ship.

Isn't that delightful?

Why does T'Pol's opinion
concern you?

She's my science officer,
my second in command.

She should know
more than anyone aboard

how dedicated I am
to this mission.

To every member of my crew.

You didn't answer my question.

Porthos has one paw
in beagle heaven

because these jerks didn't bother
to look at his genetic profile.

Am I supposed to ignore that?

I would think you'd be more interested
in Commander Tucker's opinion.

You've known him for many years,
if I'm not mistaken.

It'd be nice to have
all five plasma injectors working,

but it's not essential.

We can do fine with four,
and the fifth one just started to act up.

We might get another
ten light years out of it.

Have you considered that
your anger may encompass more

than just Porthos
and the Kreetassans?

What?

How long has it been since you
were intimate with a woman?

What?

- How long has it been since...
- I heard you!

I suppose you're gonna tell me
you have a degree in psychiatry too.

Absolutely.

Uh-uh. No way. Not a chance.

Porthos is the only patient
you're treating right now. You got that?

Let me know if there's any change.

Why haven't you adjusted your time
to our capital city?

I apologize. We weren't aware
that it was required.

KREETASSAN [ON SCREEN]:
It isn't a requirement.

It is simply a courtesy,

something your species
doesn't seem to understand.

I'll explain it
to the captain immediately.

You might also explain
to your captain

that it's been nearly three hours
since he received our transmission.

If he has the slightest hope
of acquiring any technology from us,

he'd be wise to pay us the courtesy
of responding.

I understand, I'll...

I'll let him know.

[PHLOX SPEAKING
IN DENOBULAN]

[BAT CHITTERING]

PHLOX:
Keep your head down!

[PHLOX SIGHS]

No matter what I do to secure
her cage, she always finds a way out.

[SQUAWKING]

[CHITTERING]

[PHLOX GRUNTING]

Oh!

[GRUNTS]

I thought you said your bat was
supposed to be terrified of that thing.

It should have been.

Pyrithian moon hawks
eat these bats.

[GRUNTS]

Oh. I know I got the silhouette right.

I mastered the call years ago.

[PHLOX SQUAWKING]

That stuff isn't poisonous, is it?

No, I'll be fine.

What now?

We need to find her before
we can catch her.

She'll stay up high.

Have you thought any more about why
T'Pol's opinion is so important to you?

It's 2:30 in the morning,
and I'm hunting an escaped bat.

That's all I'm thinking about
right now, doctor.

That and Porthos.

Sexual tension, captain.

There's no doubt in my mind.

By the air duct.

Do you see it?

That's just the filter bracket.

For the past few months,
I've noticed increasing friction

between you
and the sub-commander.

You must understand that I'm trained
to observe these things.

With all due respect to your training,
you're wrong.

T'Pol and I have been
getting along just fine, so let it alone.

When one person believes
sexual attraction

toward another is inappropriate,
they often exhibit unexpected behavior.

Such as inordinate anger
toward comparisons made

between their ship and their beagle.

[PHLOX CHUCKLES]

Listen, doc...

[ARCHER GRUNTS]

ARCHER:
There's no sexual attraction.

PHLOX:
She's coming back down!

BOTH:
Watch out!

PHLOX: Don't let her in the corridor!
- Are you all right?

What are they trying to do to you?

PHLOX:
Bat.

HOSHI:
The Kreetassans called, sir.

ARCHER:
What for?

They're anxious to get your response
to their last transmission.

It's the middle of the night.

HOSHI:
They also suggested

that we should synchronize our time

to their capital city.

Did they?

It's not a requirement, sir,
just a courtesy.

Thank you, ensign.

How's Porthos?

I'll let you know
in a couple of hours.

Everything okay?

PHLOX:
Nothing new.

I'll stay with him.

Thanks.

Unless you'd like to continue
our discussion

regarding
Sub-commander T'Pol.

PHLOX:
We are gathered here today

to bid a final farewell

to a faithful and kind colleague.

A friend who would never hesitate
to offer his paw

in exchange for a simple smile

or a slice of cheese.

Like his namesake, this quadruped
believed we should stand together.

"All for one, and one for all."

When one person believes
their sexual attraction

toward another is inappropriate,

they often exhibit
unexpected behavior.

[COMM CHIMES]

HOSHI:
Go ahead.

PHLOX [OVER COMM]:
Hoshi, you and the dog are clear to go,

but I'm afraid I'll need to keep
the other two for a while.

What's the problem?

PHLOX: You both picked up
a pathogen on the surface.

We'll have to try
another decon agent.

Feel better.

[COMM CHIMES]

PHLOX:
Tell me, captain,

have you thought any more about why
T'Pol's opinion is so important to you?

How long has it been since
you were intimate with a woman?

I dreamt

Porthos died.

Let's hope your dream
wasn't prophetic.

Any indication on how
your second treatment's doing?

It doesn't appear
to be doing very well.

An old girlfriend's mother
had this beagle I was crazy about.

Even after her daughter
and I broke up, we stayed in touch.

When the dog got pregnant,
I was the first one she called.

Four males in the litter,
the Four Musketeers.

I've had Porthos
since he was six weeks old.

I grew up with dogs.

Can't remember not having one.

You have any pets
when you were a kid?

My people don't keep pets.

I thought you said something about

the Denobulan lemur

- being highly sought after.
- Very much so.

Their kidneys are considered
a great delicacy.

I thought you might be hungry.

How very kind.

ARCHER:
Was there something on their list

about apologizing on a full stomach?

T'POL:
You read the Kreetassan's document.

Sorry.

Sorry, I'm a little on edge.

I haven't slept very much,
but I'm doing the breast I...

The best I can.

PHLOX:
Hmm.

I understand.

Ensign Sato and I have broken down
the reconciliation demands

into specific categories.

If you're interested
in reviewing them...

My only concern right now
is Porthos.

- I'm sorry to have interrupted.
- No.

No, it's okay.

When you get back to the Bridge,

why don't you send me your lips?

Lisp. List.

Two Pillarian slips
within 30 seconds.

Interesting.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

- What are you doing?
- My treatment was effective,

at least partially.
His immune system is stabilizing,

but his pituitary gland
was severely damaged.

It's all but disintegrated.

Bring me the small gray cage
on the second shelf,

the one with the blue top.

- What's in here?
- A Calrissian chameleon.

Fill this for me.

I'll need to alter its DNA
to avoid rejection,

but its pituitary gland
should be compatible with your dog's.

You're gonna perform
a transplant from a lizard?

Unless you have
a better suggestion.

It's a shame, actually.

The chameleon secretes
a rare toxin that's very useful

in treating respiratory infections.

She's the last one I have.

What's the tank for?

I'll need to super-hydrate
the canine

in order to minimize the shock
to his pulmonary system.

You're gonna drown my dog?

Only for an hour, captain.

There should be no problem
resuscitating him

once the surgery's complete.

How many times
have you done this before?

Never.

Has anyone done this before?

Not to my knowledge.

You know, this isn't some guinea pig
you're working on.

This is Porthos, my beagle, my pal.

And from what you're telling me,

the closest thing your people
have to pets are furry little things

that go well with onions.

Perhaps you're right, captain.

Perhaps I'm insensitive to the bond
between you and your

subservient quadruped.

I'll leave the procedure up to you.

But whatever your decision,
make it quickly.

Just for the sake of argument,

let's say that some of my anger
toward T'Pol

had a component
of sexual tension to it.

I'm not saying it does,
but just for the sake of argument.

PHLOX:
Yes.

What do you mean, yes?
You're the psychiatrist.

What am I supposed to do about it?
Am I supposed to ignore it?

Am I supposed to

- say something to her?
PHLOX: Neither.

Neither?

If you were ignoring it, you obviously
wouldn't be seeking my opinion,

especially under
these circumstances.

As for discussing it
with the sub-commander,

that's entirely up to you,

but I can't imagine an outcome
that would do anything

but make matters worse.

Pass me the auto-suture,
please, the yellow one.

When will we know
if the transplant's working?

One step at a time.

First we need to resuscitate him.

So I can't ignore it,
and I can't talk about it.

- What do you suggest I do?
- Be aware of it, captain.

Simply be aware of it.

You'd be surprised
what a difference that'll make.

Lower the fluidic temperature
12 degrees.

ARCHER:
If Porthos pulls through, will he need

a special diet or treatments,

having a chameleon's
pituitary gland?

Hmm. You may have trouble
finding him.

He'll have the ability to blend
into his background when frightened.

- You're kidding.
- Yes, I am. Ha-ha-ha.

Does your expertise on sexual tension
come from professional training,

or firsthand experience?

Hmm. I do have three wives.

- And they each have?
- Two husbands besides myself.

- Sounds very complicated.
- Very.

Why else be polygamous?

So these three wives...

Each have three husbands,

a total of 720 relationships, 42 of
which have romantic possibilities.

You told me you had
five children.

How many are there
in this whole extended family?

Thirty-one at last count.

You must miss them.

You've been away for over two years.

I'm ready for the synaptic inductor,
the small blue one.

[PHLOX CLEARS THROAT]

My children all left
the nest years ago, captain.

I would have never guessed.

You don't look that old.

I'll take that as a compliment.

My two daughters, I'm proud to say,
followed in my footsteps.

One is a surgeon.

The other is a biochemist.

How about the other three?

My eldest son's an artist,
a potter, actually.

He lives in the same town
as his mother,

creates beautiful things.

And the other two?

My two younger sons
and I never saw eye-to-eye.

I'm afraid we haven't spoken
in, uh, quite some time.

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...
- It's perfectly all right.

You asked me if I missed them.
The answer is yes, every one of them.

The children, the wives, heh,
even the other husbands.

But we Denobulans live a long time,
captain,

and right now
there's nowhere I'd rather be

than serving with the
Interspecies Medical Exchange

aboard this wonderful vessel
of yours.

Listen, doc,

however this turns out,
I wanna apologize for

accusing you
of being insensitive before.

As I recall, you accused
my entire species of being insensitive.

Then I apologize to you
and all your fellow Denobulans.

Well, I can't speak for the others,
but on behalf of myself, I accept.

And to think T'Pol told me
you were incapable of apologizing.

[ARCHER SPEAKING
IN KREETASSAN]

[SPEAKING IN KREETASSAN]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Come in.

Sub-commander.

Mr. Tucker reports
that the new plasma injector

is operating well
within Starfleet parameters.

Did he tell you
they gave us two spares

out of the kindness
of their hearts?

Evidently, the finesse you exhibited

outside the Hall of Diplomacy
was appreciated.

Since I've been getting
so much practice

giving apologies,

I thought I might give you one.

- That's not necessary.
- Yeah, it is.

I've been under a lot of stress lately,
haven't gotten much sleep.

- My dog...
- There's no need to apologize.

Whatever friction
there's been between us,

I'd like to try to minimize it.

Friction is to be expected whenever
people work in close quarters

for extended periods of time.

I guess that's always been true,

especially when the people
are of the opposite sex.

Then it's good
that you're my superior officer.

That we're not in a position
to allow ourselves

to become attracted to one another,
hypothetically.

If we were, the friction
that you speak of

could be much more problematic.

No apologies, captain.

I promise.

I hear things went very well
on the surface.

I doubt I would have even
gone down there

if it hadn't been for you, doc.

I owe you one.

You'll be pleased to know
that while you were gone,

things went very well up here too.

The transplant?

Not the slightest sign of rejection.

- Can I see him?
- By all means.

Hey.

It's been one hell of a night,
hasn't it?

How soon can he leave?

Now is as good a time as any.

- But he's...
- Unconscious?

Nonsense. He's just asleep.

Porthos.

[KNOCKING ON GLASS]

ARCHER:
Come on, boy.

Yeah.

We're going home.

Sickbay's all yours.

You're welcome back any time,
captain.