All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise S03E014

Who are you?

They're targeting our engines.

What do you want with me?

Archer:
You're the weapons expert.

See if you can get those shields
back online.

If we don't raise the shields,

the only thing that's gonna be left
of this ship is a cloud of vapor.

Insectoids!

Archer:
These could be shield emitters.

They're not gonna last for long.

- Open a channel to those ships.
- What?

They're xindi.
I'll order them to hold their fire.

It's been a long time
since any xindi took orders from you.

We're carrying 500 liters
of warp plasma in the starboard tanks.

We'll have to vent it.

Turn these down on my Mark.

They're gonna destroy us!

What happened?

The plasma got into
their intake manifolds.

Their engines are overheating.

I wanna know who you are.

Why you've abducted me.

You really don't remember.

I was afraid this might happen.
It's me, Archer.

What species are you?

You've been through a lot
in the last two days.

- Just let me figure out...
- What species?

I'm human.

- You're from the earth vessel.
- Degra, you have to listen to me.

I'm not your enemy anymore.

You've spent the last two days
in an interrogation chamber.

Whatever the insectoids
did to you in there

must have affected your memory.

My name is Jonathan Archer.

The two of us just escaped
from an insectoid prison colony.

Pdson?

We've shared a cell
for almost three years.

That's not possible.

Roll up your sleeve.

The conflict between our people
is over.

We both lost.

I promise I'll explain everything.

But right now we have
to get out of here

before our friends out there
repair their engines.

- What are you doing?
- There's a system

about a week from here.

It's isolated.

I doubt they'll look for us there.

You expect me to believe
my own people

would hold me prisoner?

You think that's amusing?

It's been a while since you referred
to those grasshoppers as your people.

Why don't I remember you?

Probably because
of the bloodworms.

- Bloodworms?
- They're used during interrogations.

Their secretions act
as a truth serum,

makes the prisoners
more cooperative.

But there's a side effect.

Sometimes they can suppress
memories.

The same thing happened
when they questioned me.

I forgot everything that happened
since flight school.

It'll start to come back to you.
Give it a few days.

You claim that I've been a prisoner
for three years.

Three years.

It that's true,
why would they question me now?

They wanted information
about the weapon.

What kind of information?

This is gonna take some time.

What's the last thing you remember?

I was on my vessel,

approaching a planet
in the calindra system.

The weapon test.

It failed because your prototype
was sabotaged.

How would you know that?

Because I'm responsible for it.

Your kemocite shipment
was tampered with.

Gralik.

He wasn't too happy when I told him

what you were planning to do
with his kemocite.

He'll be executed for this.

He was.

In the end, it didn't make much
of a difference.

We didn't stop your program.
We only slowed it down.

A few weeks later,
the weapon was launched.

It destroyed my planet.

We were successful?

I don't know if you'd call it a success.

After earth was destroyed,

the old xindi rivalries surfaced again.

The insectoids started attacking
other xindi colonies.

They killed thousands
of your people.

Reptilians and aquatics
would never allow that.

There wasn't a lot they could do.

While you were busy
constructing the weapon,

insectoids were secretly building
hundreds of new ships.

They used earth as a diversion.

Their real goal was to dominate
the other xindi species.

Are you all right?

It's just a bloodworm.
It'll work its way out.

Can you remove it?

I think you need this more than I do.

Suit yourself.

I don't understand
how a xindi and a human

could put aside their differences
so quickly.

Heh. Trust me,
it didn't happen overnight.

You gave me this the first day
we were locked up together.

The guards thought it would be
entertaining to put us in the same cell.

They even placed wagers
on who would survive the longest.

I was in pretty bad shape at the time,
so you were the odds-on favorite.

Your people killed everyone
I ever cared about.

I was gonna make sure
you never walked out of that cell.

For weeks,
we tried to kill each other.

I was lying in the infirmary
when I finally asked myself:

What was the point?

My world was gone,
but so was yours.

So I made a proposal.

The two of us would work together
to get out of that place.

It took us longer
than either one of us thought. Heh.

Here we are.

I don't recognize this type of ship.

- It's a malosian cargo shuttle.
- Malosian?

They're traders.

They bring supplies to the prison
a few times a month.

No weapons, but she's sturdy enough
to get us where we're going.

Perhaps we should set a course
to your vessel.

Is it still in the expanse?

Not exactly.

When we were getting close
to finding your weapon,

the insectoids sent their ships
after us.

They boarded enterprise
and took me prisoner.

Then they planted spatial charges
around our warp reactor.

My crew was still aboard
when they detonated them.

The insectoids were always
an aggressive species,

but I never thought them capable
of this.

They destroyed everything
the council worked for.

Council?

It was formed
when our planet was destroyed.

It was created
to find a new home world for all xindi.

After years of searching,
we found a few suitable locations,

but as usual,
couldn't agree on a final choice.

Our plan for reunification
was put aside

when we learned of the threat
from earth.

I was ordered
to begin designing the weapon.

I devoted years to it.

I made so many sacrifices.
So did my wife.

Do I know what happened
to my family?

You told me you'd heard from naara
before you were sent to prison.

She and the children were safe.

We have a ship now.

We can look for them.

They were on a colony
near a red giant.

There's nothing in range.
Do you remember the coordinates?

I doubt if there's anything left.
It would have been one of the first

- to have been attacked.
- There may have been survivors.

It's too dangerous.

The patrol ships
are still looking for us.

We should find a refuge in case...

Reactor coolant.

The conduit must have ruptured
in the attack.

- Archer: Take it.
- What about you?

You're the one with a family.

Do you wanna see them again?

Try to seal the rupture.

I'll see if I can close off
the coolant tanks.

He should remain unconscious
for at least two hours.

The son of a bitch designed
the weapon.

Keep an eye on him.

Trip.

What have we got?

T'pol: There are seven
red giants in this region.

But they're spread over
approximately 40 light years.

Can we scan them
for a weapons facility?

Not at this distance.

This red giant might be a red herring.

He only told you his family
was living near one of these stars.

We don't know
that the weapon's there.

Degra's a senior official.

We know he's designing
the weapon.

There's a chance
he'd keep his family close by.

I thought he was gonna
give you the coordinates.

Too bad he didn't
go for the andorian ale.

- That would've loosened him up.
- You appear to have gained his trust.

Perhaps you should try
a more direct approach.

What do you mean?

Ask him where the weapon
is being constructed.

It's too risky.

If he suspects something, we'll end up
right back where we started.

He'll tell me.

I just need a little more time.

Archer: Captain's starlog,
December 12th, 2153.

We've returned to the site

where the xindi were testing
the prototype weapon.

An analysis of the debris
may tell us more about it.

I'm picking up a ship
at the edge of the system.

It's xindi.

Why didn't we see it before?

It may have been traveling through one
of the subspace vortices they use.

Its hull signature matches the xindi
ships that were here two days ago.

Captain, I'm reading
three bio-signs on board.

Have they seen us yet?

I don't believe so.

Set course for the inner moon.
Stand by to deploy the sensor drones.

What's that?

Weapons fire.

- From where?
- There's a ship closing.

It's the human vessel.

You said there was no one
in the system!

They must have been hiding
in the debris.

Contact the council!

They've disabled
our subspace transceiver!

They're making a run for it.

See what you can do
about their engines.

They're not going anywhere, sir.

Stand down
and prepare to be boarded.

Anything?

They were attempting to erase
the computer core

when we boarded the ship.

There's very little data left.

What about navigational logs?

- They've been deleted.
- I may have something here, sir.

I think these are fragments
from a personal file.

There are parts of a letter
from someone named degra.

- Does it mention the weapon?
- No.

There is a reference to a planet
he visited recently.

Azati prime.

Let me know what else you find.

I'd love to spend an afternoon
taking this engine apart.

Not your typical
nacelle configuration?

Uh-uh. Look how everything's
tied in through their main deflector.

Learn everything you can.

I wanna know
where you're building the weapon.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

The hell you don't.

Your name is degra.

I was at the xindi colony

when you picked up your shipment
of kemocite.

Your people are planning
another attack.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

By capturing us,
you've accomplished nothing.

Where's the weapon?

Archer to the bridge, report.

There's a surge
in the plasma network.

What's causing it?

Radiation from the debris field.
It's starting to affect our systems.

Sir, I recommend
putting a safe distance

between us and the test site.

All right. Take the ship out
of the field, but keep us close by.

Understood.

If you won't tell me
what I need to know,

perhaps one of your men will.

When my superiors learn
we're missing,

they'll find your ship and destroy it.

We could try a truth serum,

but it could take weeks
to synthesize the correct formula.

I've been studying xindi
neurophysiology.

It may be possible to erase his most
recent memory engrams.

That way, degra will never
know that he came aboard

or that he met any of us.

But this is a xindi-reptilian.
Would it work on a primate?

Their neural pathways
are virtually identical.

I'll need to perform a few tests,
but I don't expect it will be a problem.

How selective
could this memory wipe be?

I've built flight simulators for starfleet
training. This wouldn't be that different.

It's not simply a matter
of constructing a shuttle.

It has to be designed.
What species built it?

What language will the control
interface use?

Hoshi can help with that.

I recovered a letter degra wrote
to his wife a few months ago.

Her name's naara.
They have two children.

It may be necessary
to communicate with you

while you're inside the simulator.

The macos use
sub-dermal transceivers.

They're relatively easy to implant.

Let's get started.

T'pol, I could use your help
with some of the details.

- Details?
- If he buys into this,

degra's gonna wanna know

everything that's happened
in the last three years.

I can't make up the whole story
on the spot.

- Archer: Nice work.
- Thank you.

Dermal art used to be very common
on denobula.

Fortunately,
my parents insisted I study it.

Now, I've also stimulated
his hair follicles.

I'm not sure about the gray.

This is only supposed
to be three years from now.

Ah, but you're forgetting

about the stress of imprisonment,
hm, and torture.

It could very well have an effect
on hair pigmentation.

- You're sure these are safe?
- Oh, yes.

I've treated patients with, uh,
regulan bloodworms for years.

There should be no side effects

aside from a thoroughly cleansed
lymphatic system. Eh...

Please try not to injure it.
They're difficult to replace.

Pm do my best.

- What is it?
- Spatial anomalies.

We're passing through
a field of them.

T'pol to cargo bay 2.

Increase hydraulics to level six.

- Is the hull lined with trellium?
- Obviously not.

Increase to level seven.

On my Mark,
initiate a sharp jolt to starboard.

How sharp do you want it?

Sharp.

You heard the lady.

Let the captain know.

This is gonna be a rough one, sir.

We're losing structural integrity.
I'm taking us out of warp.

We'll never make it through
this field in one piece.

Can we go around?

We don't have enough fuel.

We should send a distress call.

One of your ships
might be close enough to hear it.

What if the insectoids pick it up?

We don't have a lot of choices.

There's a com channel used
by high-ranking primate officials.

I doubt the insectoids know it.

What's the frequency?

It would be easier for me
to enter it directly.

Ensign?

- I've got it.
- Stand by to respond.

Reed: Bridge to command center.

- Go ahead.
- Picking up a distortion in subspace.

I believe it's a xindi ship.

- How long until they arrive?
- About six hours.

Their sensors are pretty sophisticated.
They might see us long before then.

Lieutenant,
take us back into the debris field.

Reed: The radiation could
overload our systems again.

I'm aware of the risks.

- Carry out my orders.
- Acknowledged.

One of the inmates
told me all about maarek three.

He used it as a staging area
when he was smuggling dilithium.

What did he say it was like?

Beautiful, with beaches that go on
for thousands of kilometers.

First thing I'm gonna do

is find a cold lake
and take the longest bath of my life.

It sounded a lot like earth,
the way he described it.

The captain's certainly drinking a lot.

The doctor gave him
an anti-intoxicant.

Archer: This colony of yours,
you never told me about it.

Deg ra: It was bleak, desolate.

The planet was barely habitable.

Why'd you live there?

It wasn't by choice.

Naara was desperate to leave.

She didn't think a military habitat

was the right environment
for the children.

Do you have a family, captain?

It's been a long time
since anyone called me captain.

It's Jonathan, remember?

I never really had an opportunity
to start one.

I was away from home a lot.

You should make the time.

I've learned that our work
in the end means very little.

Our real legacy is the children.

I would do anything to protect mine.

After I was told of the threat
from humanity,

I left my theoretical studies and agreed
to design the prototype weapon.

When it arrived in your star system,

I watched the incoming telemetry with
the other members of the council.

Seven million lives

were extinguished in front
of my eyes.

I asked myself,
how many of those were children?

I suppose I've told you this before.

Actually, you haven't.

Three years.

My children may not even
recognize me after so much.

We're being hailed.

Whoever it is,
they must be pretty far away.

I'll try to clear it up.

Hoshi as thalen:
Are you receiving this transmission?

This is thalen,
responding to your distress call.

- Please acknowledge.
- It's one of my colleagues.

Thalen! Can you hear me?
It's degra!

Degra?
It's good to hear your voice.

I'd heard through my sources

that you'd been captured
by the insectoids.

There were reports
that you had been executed.

Degra: They haven't killed me yet.
I need your help.

My friend and I have escaped
from an insectoid prison.

- Their patrols are looking for us.
- I'm losing your signal.

- Please repeat.
- Archer: Better make it fast.

- Thalen, where are you?
- I'm on azati prime. It's safe here.

Is my family still there?
Are they safe?

Naara is here and the children.
I'll tell them to expect you.

At least you know they're all right.

There were more than a thousand
primates and arboreals at that colony.

I don't understand
why it wasn't destroyed.

We should still change course.
Do you know the coordinates?

What's wrong?

You must forgive me.

To me, it's been only a day
since we were enemies.

Giving you the coordinates
to a classified installation is difficult.

Be my guest.

They're coming in.

1127.4 by 4052

by 3901.1.

T'pol: A red giant.

Open a com line to the captain.

You encrypted
the navigation controls.

T'pol: Captain, the coordinates

match the location
of one of the red giants.

Do you mind if! Ask
how long it will take to get there?

Not long.

T'pol: Approximately three weeks
at maximum warp.

A considerable detour
if the weapon isn't there.

What will your people think
when you show up with me?

Humans probably
aren't their favorite species.

I'll tell them everything you did
to help me.

I'm a senior official.
There won't be any problems.

I appreciate that.

It's a diverse community.
Far more pleasant than most military...

- Travis?
- The port hydraulics are acting up.

Shut them down.

They're not responding.

T'pol:
T'po/ to cargo bay 2. Report.

The radiation from the debris
is overloading the hydraulic system.

- Can you stabilize the simulator?
- I'm working on it.

- More anomalies?
- I'm not sure.

Captain, we're having some problems.
Stand by.

T'pol to the bridge.
Take us out of the debris field.

Reed: Understood.

Reed:
Bridge to the command center.

We 're clear of the debris field.

- Acknowledged.
- What was the problem?

Subspace turbulence.

Really?

I'm curious, Jonathan.

If we've been friends
for as long as you say,

I must have told you the names
of my children.

Archer:
You still don't believe me, do you?

There's something in his hand.

- Degra: I'm sure I would've told you.
- Magnify.

Archer: It's been years
since you've said anything.

Captain, he has a weapon.

I just need you to tell me
what their names are.

- We're coming in.
- This isn't necessary.

Piral and jaina.

Piral and jaina.

Which one is older?

It's not in here, sir.

You'll never find the weapon.

Take him to the brig.

We were told humans
were ruthless.

But I didn't know
you were also skilled at deception.

When did you realize?

I had my suspicions
from the beginning,

but it was the com signal from
my colleague on azati prime

that confirmed them.

We know your ship
has been there recently.

There's an insectoid deuterium
facility on azati prime.

That's the last place my people
would have gone to hide from them.

If it weren't for that one mistake,
your plan might have succeeded.

You gave us the coordinates
of a red giant.

I gave you

what you thought you wanted.

I guess I'll just have to wipe
your memory clean again,

go back into the simulator
and start this whole thing over.

I doubt there's time for that.

We both know my people
are searching for me.

I think you didn't figure it out
until after the malfunction.

I'd be willing to bet
those coordinates are real.

Then I suggest you proceed there
at maximum warp!

Why would he encrypt the coordinates
if they weren't accurate?

Perhaps he thought it would make
them appear more convincing.

He's got to be lying, sir.

Something must have happened

during the radiation surge
that tipped him off.

We can't afford to lose three weeks
if the weapon isn't there.

Have you learned anything more about
how they open the subspace vortices?

They use some kind of
phase deflector pulses.

Once they're in,

their ships can travel half a dozen
light-years in a couple of minutes.

I wanna see all the data
you've collected.

Archer to the bridge. We're ready.

Tactical alert.

Engage.

You two, come with me.
I said, move!

We'll fracture the hull
if this goes on any longer.

Hoshi:
Hull breaches on decks d and e.

Emergency bulkheads!

- You're the engineer?
- Yes.

You're gonna help us.
We adapted your technology

used our main deflector to open
up a subspace vortex.

That's impossible.

The vortex is starting to collapse.
I need you to stabilize it.

If you don't do what he says,
this ship will break apart.

Lieutenant!

- Tell him to do what he's told.
- Do nothing to help them!

The pylons are buckling!

Hoshi: Engineering,
we 're losing hull integrity.

Trip!

It wasn't me, captain.

I'll be damned.

Travis inverted the warp field.

It dropped us back
into normal space.

T'pol: T'pol to captain Archer.

- Go ahead.
- Please report to the bridge.

Take him back to the brig.

Archer: Report.
T'pol: We've reached the coordinates.

Ensign, magnify.

I'm picking up several
xindi vessels.

I'm also reading significant
quantities of kemocite.

What's our status?

Minimal damage.
The hull plating's coming back online.

Arm our weapons.

Lay in a course
for those kemocite signatures.

Full impulse.

Get him out of here.

You'll never get close to the weapon!

Our defense perimeter
will destroy you!

Show him.

Thanks for your help.
Take him to sickbay.

I think you overdid the turbulence
just a little, ensign.

I'll try to do better next time, sir.

How's it coming?

We've made it appear
as if a plasma conduit ruptured,

rendering them unconscious.

I'm injecting them with trace
amounts of the plasma.

It won't be harmful.

This accident won't explain how their
computer core was deleted.

As long as
they don't know we were here,

we can leave them with a mystery.

Go ahead.

Reed: The xindi vessel's
less than an hour away, sir.

Archer:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

Hopefully the journey to azati prime

will be the final leg in our search
for the xindi weapon.