All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise S02E018

Sensors can't identify
its hull composition.

There doesn't even seem
to be a warp signature.

It's approaching at warp 6.

How big is it? Reed: It's big.

More than 500 meters across.

We're in visual range.

Put it up.

Look familiar?

It's not in the vulcan database.

Archer: Try hailing them.

No response, sir.

I'm not even detecting a transceiver
on board.

They're gaining on us, sir.

What the hell is that?

Tactical alert.

Weapons aren't charging, sir.

They're off-line.

Phase cannons, torpedoes.

- Tucker to the bridge.
- Archer: Go ahead.

What's going on, captain?
The engines just went down.

Archer: Warp or impulse?
Trip: Both.

Hold on, trip.

Have they dropped out of warp?

No way to tell.
Sensors can't penetrate.

- What about our life support?
- Fully operational.

That's one piece of good news.

Any bio-signs out there?

None that I can detect.

Rotate the dorsal camera.

Hold it there.

Tilt up about 30 degrees.

Get closer.

The vapor doesn't contain
any elements our sensors can identify.

Archer: Any atmosphere?

Mostly helium.
Trace amounts of xenon.

Prep a shuttlepod.

Trip, meet me and Malcolm
in launch bay 1.

Trip: Aye, sir.

Archer: You're in charge.
Keep a channel open.

Reed: Captain.

The atmosphere is changing.

Seventy-six percent nitrogen,
21 percent oxygen.

Somebody seems to know
what we like to breathe.

What's the temperature?

Reed: Eighteen degrees.

Florida in November.

Let's see what we can find.

Look at that.

I'm not reading anything.

It's like they're not there.

They sure look there to me.

If there aren't any life-forms here,
then who modified the atmosphere?

I doubt it's a coincidence.

Captain.

Archer: We may not be detecting
any bio-signs,

but those things
sure look alive to me.

Are you okay?

Trip.

What the hell happened?

That's what I was about to ask you.

I think I was up on the ceiling
with those things.

I was looking down at the three of us,
but not with my eyes.

I can't explain it.

We should get him back to the ship.

Trip:
I was in tarpon Springs too.

Swimming with Lisa.

She was afraid
it was getting too dark.

It sounds like you were dreaming,
commander.

I know the difference between a dream
and something happening.

We're 150 light years from earth,
trip.

I'm telling you, I was there.

I'm not detecting any parasites
or life-forms or wisps of smoke.

He seems in perfect working order.

He said he had some kind
of out-of-body experience.

Don't forget Florida, captain.

I don't care how far away it is.

I was there.

It's a very common hallucination,
returning to a familiar place.

What happened to the com?

You three talking about me?

You're clear, commander.
Free to go.

Thanks, doc.

You sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

I can't believe how amazing it was.

I'd prefer to keep you in sickbay
for a few days, but I can't afford to.

I need you
to get those engines back online.

I'll see what I can do.

Let me know if you take another trip
to tarpon beach.

Tarpon Springs.

I'll keep you posted.

I want those weapons
back online too.

I'll see what I can do.

Archer: Come in.

It's like we're in the belly
of the beast.

We have no reason to believe
their motives are hostile.

- They're holding my ship hostage.
- We don't know that.

We don't? Look out there.

You see any stars?

Our engines are off-line,
our weapons.

Seems kind of hostile to me.

I suppose it depends
on how you look at it.

Is there something
you wanted to see me about?

Ensign sato is trying to communicate
with the life-forms.

And?

Nothing yet.

I've spoken to a number of officers.

They say the crew is concerned
but remaining calm.

I've gotta get them out of here.

I tried reinitializing the plasma flow,
but the power grid isn't charging.

Commander?

Are you all right, sir?

Can I get you something?

I'm fine.

Goodbye, sir.

- Rostov to captain Archer.
- Archer: Go ahead.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir,

but there might be something wrong
with commander Tucker.

What do you mean, "wrong"?

He was confused and seemed to think
I was his superior officer.

- I'll be right down.
- Rostov: He's not here.

He left engineering.

- Did he say where he was going?
- No, sir.

I'm afraid not, captain.

Archer to commander Tucker.

Archer: Commander.

Commander Charles Tucker III.

Hungry?

Yes, it's all very good.

Have you ever tried this?

It's called bread.

You've never eaten it before?

I've never eaten anything before.

Where's commander Tucker?

I'm here. Charles Tucker III.

Where's the man
who used to be Charles Tucker?

He's exploring another realm.

My realm.

I want him back now.

Please trust me.

He's experiencing things
he never thought he could.

Where is he?

It's not a question of where.

He's no longer corporeal.

But he will be again, I assure you.

When we were outside,
we saw a wisp of vapor penetrate him.

Did you have anything
to do with that?

Wisp?

Interesting word.

Wisp.

Wisp.

Yes, I suppose you could call us that.
Wisp.

Where do you come from?

We live in subspace.

We travel through it.

We're explorers, like you.

Why did you take
commander Tucker?

It's been a long time since we've
encountered corporeal beings.

After we performed the first crossing
with your commander,

we realized we were compatible.

You're very interesting.

Trapped in bodies
that need maintenance.

You have gender.

You require mates to reproduce.

You eat food.

We were like you once,
but we evolved.

Now we can learn
how our ancestors lived.

I want my crewman.

And I want my ship released.

Captain.

Trip:
Your crewman will be returned.

You claim to be an explorer, captain.

Open your mind to new possibilities.

What about Tucker?

- I've enjoyed my time with you.
- Reed: Sir.

Wow what?

I was riding
right alongside hopalong Cassidy,

chasing some bad guys.

Then I was with Lisa again,

except this time,
we were snow sailing in New Zealand.

Then I was 8 years old, maybe 9,

picking up leaves with my dad.

But it wasn't a dream, captain.

It was as real as I'm sitting here.

They told me you can try it.

Anyone on the crew.

Who told you?

They did, the ones I was with.

I thought you were
with hopalong Cassidy

and your girlfriend.

Well, I was, but...

Oh, it's hard to explain.

You should try it.

You'll understand
what I'm talking about.

You all should try it.

- Take him to sickbay.
- Captain, I'm fine.

We'll let the doctor decide
how fine you are.

Commander.

Something smells funny.

They released the ship
and commander Tucker.

They've done everything
you've asked.

Have you considered
they may have been telling the truth

when they said
they were just curious about us?

Archer:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

Now that the doctor
has given trip a clean bill of health,

my primary concern
is getting enterprise out of here.

But trip tells me it will be a while
before he can get the engines online.

From what we can tell,
these life-forms have no mass.

Noncorporeal beings.

That's gotta be a first for starfleet.

T'pol thinks
they just wanna get to know us.

Maybe she's right.

Maybe I don't trust them
because they're so different.

I'd hate to think that was the case.

Computer, pause. Come in.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.
- Everything all right?

I'm not certain.

One of those beings appeared
in sickbay a few minutes ago.

It entered me right here.

But my physiology must not have been
compatible. It left almost immediately.

- Are you sure you're all right?
- I'm fine.

But it was disturbing.

The life-form was trying very hard
to reach me.

I'm going to b deck.

B deck is fine.

Are you a female?

- Sir?
- Your gender.

You are a female, correct?

Last time I checked.

I'm a male.

I'm aware of that, lieutenant.

There seem to be a number
of anatomical differences.

Sir.

Come in.

Sub-commander.

Is there something I can do for you?

You are very beautiful.

Are you aware that you are the most
attractive woman on board this ship?

Do you think it's appropriate
for you to be here at this hour?

Would you mind
taking off your clothing?

I'd like to learn more
about your anatomy.

Have you been drinking?

If we are to engage in mating,
it would be easier if you disrobed.

T'pol to captain Archer.

Archer: Go ahead.

Would you please come to my quarters
with a security team?

- Archer: We're on our way.
- Are you afraid of me?

You shouldn't be.

I'm capable of defending myself.

What is it like being a female?

Is it much different?

I wouldn't know.

If you'd allow the crossing,
you'd find out.

I don't understand.

If you came to us, you could
experience what it's like to be male.

Wouldn't that be helpful to you?

I've never thought about it.

You should.

We're capable of letting you
experience anything you wish for.

It would be a shame
not to take advantage of that.

T'pol:
This isn't lieutenant Reed.

Enough!

Humans don't like doing things
without their consent.

When are you planning
to return Malcolm Reed?

- That depends.
- Oh, does it?

Let's see how much you enjoy
experiencing the human condition

locked in Reed's quarters.

Trip: Tucker.

Archer:
They've got Malcolm. I need the ship

ready to go on my command.

Trip: They're gonna
give him back, aren't they?

- We'll see.
- What did you do with the, uh...?

A security detail locked him
in Malcolm's quarters.

Get it done, trip.

Right away, sir. You heard him.

Let's try to prime the deuterium pumps
and fire up the injectors.

- Tucker to ensign cook.
- Cook: Yes, sir.

I need you and two other engineers
down here right away.

Cook: I'll see who I can find.

Rostov: Commander!
Trip: Quickly, please. Tucker out.

Something wrong?

Run into a problem?

Problem? No. Everything's fine.

Did you have any luck
priming the pumps?

I have no idea how to do that.

This engine is very complex.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

- Tucker to the captain.
- Go ahead, trip.

Trip: It's rostov, sir.
I think you need to get Malcolm...

I mean, whoever is running security
down here right away.

Hoshi,
get a security team to engineering.

Have them put crewman rostov
in his quarters.

Aye, sir.

Captain, we've been getting reports
from all over the ship.

Some of the crew
are acting very strange.

Then we're going to need
more than one security team.

Find out who's acting strange

and have them confined
to their quarters.

How do we know
the security officers are okay?

For the moment,
we're going to have to hope they are.

Start working on a way to figure out
who's themselves and who's not.

Maybe phlox can help you.

Cook: Commander.

- Trip: Run into a problem?
- No, sir.

Just ready
to calibrate the dilithium matrix.

Great. Wait till I give you the signal.

We polarized the hull plating
as soon as we detected that ship.

Obviously, it didn't do any good.

What's keeping them
from taking all of us?

- Archer.
- Got impulse engines back, captain.

Archer: Thanks, trip.

Hold our position.

I thought you said
we needed to get out of here.

They've got Malcolm,

and god knows how many others.

Until we find a way to get them back,
we're not going anywhere.

What's the big secret?

We thought it best
not to discuss this over the com.

We don't know who's been taken.

- What have you got?
- It was simpler than I thought.

Elevated acetylcholine levels
in the autonomic nervous...

Doctor, whatever you've got,
we need to put it to work.

Sub-commander
programmed the medical computer.

It's modifying this hand scanner
as we speak.

Get to work as soon as you're ready.

- Trip: Tucker to ensign Mayweather.
- Go ahead, sir.

Trip:
I'm a little shorthanded, Travis.

Can I get you to go to the starboard
nacelle and repolarize the warp coils?

No problem, sir.

Trip:
Call me when you get to the catwalk.

I'm on my way.

There are two here.

Ensign Cole and crewman rossi.

- Mayweather to the bridge.
- Archer: Go ahead.

One of those things just followed me
up the starboard strut.

But when I got into the catwalk,
it didn't come through.

There must be something keeping it
from getting in here.

- Then you better stay where you are.
- Mayweather: Aye, sir.

Archer to commander Tucker.

- Yes, captain.
- Archer: Is there some shielding

in the nacelles that might keep
these aliens from getting in?

The catwalk is reinforced
with osmium alloy,

but it's hard to say if that would do it.

Archer: Travis thinks it will.

I need you
to stop whatever you're doing

and transfer all command functions
to the starboard catwalk.

We 're going to have
to get everybody in there.

I'm on it.

I want you and t'pol to get the crew
up there as quickly as you can.

It would be best
if they stayed where they were.

What?

We're offering them
a great opportunity.

They may never get another chance
to experience existence as we do.

Security to the bridge.

You're taking over my crew. Why?

I understand
how you may be frightened by all this.

Losing your substance,
existing as perceptive energy.

But you'll be grateful once you've
made the crossing, I promise you.

We're kind of fond of our substance.

We're not very anxious to give it up.

Those who've preceded you
are safe and happy.

You'll understand.

Are you doing this
for our benefit or for yours?

Escort ensign sato to her quarters.

You'll understand.

Archer: How many?
T'pol: Fifty-eight. Including us.

Archer: And outside?

T'pol:
Twenty-four locked in their quarters.

- Are you okay, Travis?
- I'm fine, sir. Thank you.

- Trip?
- I saw him down

near the command compartment.

Archer: Thanks.

We need to learn more
about these life-forms.

What we need
is to get our people back.

It's illogical to believe we can do that

without learning more
about the aliens' intentions.

Do you have something in mind?

I'd like your permission
to leave the catwalk.

You wouldn't have a chance.

One of those would take you before
you got back to the saucer section.

Not necessarily.

If a life-form attempts to exchange
its consciousness with mine,

I believe I can prevent it.

What makes you think that?

No offense, captain,

but the vulcan mind
is far more disciplined than yours.

It can resist temptations, emotions

and, I believe, invasions
by these life-forms.

Even if you're right,
what would you accomplish?

If an alien attempts this transfer,

there may be a brief period
when our minds are conjoined.

It's possible
I could ascertain their motives.

It's too dangerous.
I won't let you do it.

There's no other choice.

And if you're wrong?

It's a risk I'm willing to take.

Well, I'm not.

They've already taken 24 people.

I'm not gonna give them
another one.

You've told me
you trust my judgment.

Trust it now
unless you have another suggestion.

Sickbay.

Hoshi: There's been an accident.

- Hoshi?
- Hoshi: Hoshi sato's been injured.

I don't know how to repair the damage
to her body.

What happened?

Hosh I: Her leg is fractured.

She's in considerable pain.

She needs assistance.

I'm armed.

If you're near the door, step away.

Hoshi: She's on the floor.

She can't move.

There's nothing the matter with you.

I need to find the rest of your crew.

Where are they?

Oh, I'm glad I brought you along.

Archer:
Is everything going all right, doc?

More or less.

Archer: Good. T'pol and!
Are going to need your help.

Sub-commander.

Have you succeeded?

Phlox to captain Archer.

- Did you find her?
- Phlox: I'm with her.

She's not acting like the others,
but she's certainly not herself.

It doesn't sound like
that's the outcome she expected.

Phlox: Her neural pathways
are hyperstimulated.

Damn it.

- You better take her to her quarters.
- Phlox: Yes, captain.

Come with me.

Everything will be all right.

I'm afraid I have to insist.

I promise you.

What is my name?

Sub-commander.

- They're lying to us.
- My name.

We don't have time for this, phlox.

I have to get to the captain.

Their ship is deteriorating,
and they have no way to repair it.

They can't survive in space.

So they are doing this
to save themselves.

Eighty-two of them are.
One for every crewman on enterprise.

- How many of them are there?
- T'pol: Hundreds.

The rest will try to find another vessel
of corporeal beings.

- Where's commander Tucker?
- I'm not sure.

T'pol: Please find him.

If the commander can find a way
to shield enterprise,

we can leave the catwalk
and go to warp.

And lose a third of the crew.

Two-thirds will survive.

Unacceptable. We're going
to find a way to get them back.

T'pol: That may be difficult.

Can they survive
in a host that's dead?

It would be no different
than being exposed to space.

They'd die.

- Archer to phlox.
- Phlox: Yes, captain?

- Mayweather: You doing all right?
- We're okay.

How long do you think we'll be in here,
ensign?

I'm sure the captain will get us out
as soon as he can.

Has anyone seen
commander Tucker?

- No, sir.
- Not for a while.

I think he was down there.

Phlox:
We'll have to purge the carbon dioxide

within 20 seconds
of respiratory failure.

That will give you enough time
to resuscitate them?

Oh, yes. It's enough time.

Don't forget to close off the ventilation
to the starboard nacelle.

We wouldn't want
the gas to affect you and the others.

Understood.

Sorry, captain,
I can't find commander Tucker.

Archer: Has anyone opened either
of the ventral hatches?

Not since we sealed them.

You must have missed him.

I'll look again.

Phlox: Foun

five,

six,

Archer:
All right. Does it have an ID tag?

Phlox: "Junction four-one-Alpha.
Atmospheric recycling manifold."

Archer: Good.

Do you see the releases
on either side?

Phlox:
Yes. There are four of them.

Two blue, two silver.

Open them. The silver ones first.

- Done.
- Archer: Now pull the panel off.

What should I do with it?

Whatever you want.

Lay it down on the floor.

Very well.

Ah, right where you said it was,
captain. Ah.

Find the control panel.

Phlox: It's right here.

It has six green lights.

Each of them
should have a switch next to it.

Phlox:
About 5 centimeters to the left.

Now, before we can release the gas
into central ventilation,

you're going to have
to reroute the transfer lines

to the carbon dioxide tanks.

And how do I go about doing that?

Those six switches control the feed.

You're going to have to recalibrate
them in sequence for co2.

I 7! Guide you through it.

Man: Are you all right?

Mayweather: Commander.

I've been looking all over for you.

Are you all right, sir?

I'm fine.

The captain asked me to find you.

He needs you
in the command compartment.

Commander?

You can't go out there, sir.
It's not safe. Unh.

What are you doing?

Phlox:
I've reached the access tube, captain.

Archer:
Good. Now pull off the panel.

It's not coming off.

It will come off.

You just need to use a little muscle.

I've used every muscle I've got.
It won't budge.

Archer:
Try using your foot for leverage.

Good suggestion. Archer: Okay.

Now, the next part's a piece of cake.

We've got a problem, captain.

Stand by, doc. What happened?

Commander Tucker.

He just went out the fonnard hatch.

- What?
- Mayweather: I tried to stop him.

He didn't look like himself.

I think one of those things
got inside him.

If he knows what we're doing...

We're gonna have to speed things up,
doc.

Trip's been taken.

He left the catwalk
a few minutes ago.

If he tries to let his buddies
out of their quarters,

we don't have any guards down there
to stop him.

Phlox: Tell me what to do.

You'll have
to purge the osmotic filters.

The valves
are right behind the control circuit.

You're going to have to get two fingers
through the upper holes

in the support plate.

Normally, that wouldn't be a problem,
but wearing those gloves

could make it difficult.

Back home,
I'm known for my fine motor skills.

I doubt a pair of ev gloves
will deter me.

There are two solenoids
behind the openings.

When you tap them simultaneously,
the plate should retract.

Did you say there were two?

Archer:
About 3 centimeters apart.

Got it.

Archer: You should be looking
at two rotary valves and a lever.

Phlox: I see them.

Archer:
Open both valves all the way,

then turn the lever
to the 3 o'clock position.

T'pol: The 9 o'clock position
will vent the gas when we 're finished.

- Phlox to captain Archer.
- Archer: Go ahead.

Mission accomplished.

- I'm monitoring commander Tucker.
- Archer: Good job.

Phlox: It's left commander Tucker.
Archer: Vent the gas.

In a moment, captain.

I need to be certain the co2 level
is consistent throughout the ship,

that all the life-forms are gone.

- Ready, Travis?
- Yes, sir.

It's done.

Full impulse.

They're in pursuit.

Stand by.

What's going on, doc?

Just breathe deeply.

You'll be fine.

I was just at a barbecue.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

I've never seen so many ribs.

Follow me, commander.

We have a lot of doors to unlock.