All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise S03E016

Phlox: Porthos! Come back here.

Porthos. Stop. Return.

Heel. That's it. Heel!

Oh, Porthos.

All right, but just for a moment.

That's enough.

You can come and see him again
tomorrow. Unh.

Well, it says here that canines
can be quite territorial. Heh.

Is that why you keep returning
to the captain's quarters?

Hm. On earth, a dog called scruffers
traveled 3000 kilometers,

attempting to reunite
with its human keeper.

Eh, I heard of a pycan space moth
that drifted half a light-year,

trying to return to its home world.

But I don't believe it had a name.

I could use a walk.

How about you?

Dear Dr. Lucas,

I apologize for the delay
in responding to your last letter.

As you can imagine,
the crew and I have been quite busy.

In we go.

I was deeply saddened

to hear about your colleagues
lost in the xindi attack.

You have my condolences.

It's unfortunate you were forced
to cut your time on denobula short,

but obviously you're needed
on earth.

Perhaps when our mission
is successfully completed,

I'll see you back in San Francisco.
Hm.

The expanse,
an extremely curious place.

For example, we've recently
encountered a phenomenon that...

Do you want one of these?

I doubt you'd like it.

It's a leech, you know?

Will clean out your intestinal tract.

Don't tell the captain.

I currently find myself

in somewhat unsettling circumstances,
Dr. Lucas.

Although they have allowed me
the luxury

of catching up on my, heh, heh,
correspondence.

Phlox: We first encountered
the phenomenon

responsible for this situation
two days ago.

T'pol:
It's directly on our route to azati prime.

Archer: Why didn't sensors pick it up
before now?

T'pol:
Because it wasn't there before now.

It's similar to the phenomenon
we encountered several weeks ago.

A trans-dimensional disturbance?

This region is being rapidly
reconfigured as we speak.

How long would it take
to go around it?

Two weeks.

- Another detour.
- T'pol: Perhaps not.

Since this region
was formed only recently,

it hasn't been
completely reconfigured.

We should still be able
to cross it safely.

You said nothing from our universe
could survive inside these things.

Doctor.

That's true, unless we take
the appropriate precautions.

The reconfigured space
disrupts the human neocortex.

But I can counteract the effects

by dampening
the crew's neurological activity.

It would be like, um, shutting down
the main computer

to protect it from an ion storm.

How do you plan
to shut down our neocortexes?

Quite simply, I can place each of you
in a comatose state

until we've passed
through the affected region.

- How quickly can we get across it?
- Less than an hour at warp 4.

I don't wanna risk going
to warp in there.

Who knows what kind of effect
this disturbance

will have on our warp field?

We'll be safer sticking to impulse.

You'll have to keep us in comas
for at least four days.

That's still less time
than it would take to go around it.

Can you keep us under that long?

Shouldn't cause any problems.

Phlox: Commander Tucker
was not too keen on my plan.

However, I was able
to convince captain Archer.

Since my denobulan physiology
is immune

to the effects of the disturbance,
I volunteered to watch over the crew.

So far...

There's been no trouble at all.

Phlox: While the computer is
controlling most of the ship's systems,

I was given a quick tutorial,
just in case.

Despite the dire circumstances,
I must say I relished the challenge

And soon developed a new-found
respect for ensign Mayweather.

Trip: You need to check this
every two hours, minimum.

Every two hours.

If the impulse manifolds get clogged,
the engines will overload.

- That would be very bad.
- I imagine it would.

No offense, doc,

but under normal circumstances,
I wouldn't even let you in here

without four years
of starfleet training under your belt.

These are hardly normal
circumstances.

Listen, if something happens,

something you can't handle,

- I want you to wake me up.
- I can't do that.

Even a few minutes of exposure
would cause permanent damage.

If it comes down to saving me
or the ship...

Look, I'm making it easy for you,
okay?

Archer:
How's the rest of the crew doing?

Sleeping peacefully, except for you.

- Now, lie back.
- Doctor...

Please, captain, I've told you
the procedure is completely safe.

I'm sure it is, but I...

Captain, I have already had
this discussion

with commander Tucker,
lieutenant Reed

and virtually every other officer
on the ship.

"I'm not comfortable
being incapacitated.

I really should be at my post.
I'm willing to risk staying awake."

Well, you can't, nor do you need to.

I assure you,
I have everything well in hand.

I know, doctor.

As captain of this ship, I'm the one
who's responsible for everyone aboard.

There aren't many people I'd willingly
turn that responsibility over to.

You're one of them.

Well, thank you, captain.

I just wanted to say that
before you put me under.

Phlox: I must say, Dr. Lucas,

that I appreciated
the captain's vote of confidence.

I had, in fact,
been feeling some trepidation

over the responsibility
I'd been handed.

But after two days at the helm,
the ship is running perfectly.

Hello?

Hello?

Nonetheless,
I'm not ashamed to admit

I'll be relieved
when I can wake up the crew...

In two days, 16 hours
and 43 minutes.

I know, I know, I'm sorry I'm late.

I don't want the vessel.
I want the chalice from the what?

- The chalice from the palace.
- It's a little crystal chalice.

Does the chalice from the palace
have the pellet?

- No pellet with the poison.
- Man 1: The pestle with the vessel.

Woman 1: The vessel with the pestle.
Man 1: What about the palace?

Woman 2: Not the palace from the
chalice. The chalice from the palace.

Man 1: Where's the pellet?
Woman 2: In the vessel with pestle.

Woman 1: The pellet with the poison's
in the vessel with the pestle.

Woman 2: The chalice from the palace
has the brew that is true.

- So easy. I can say it.
- Well, then you find it.

Woman 2: Listen. The pellet with the
poison's in the vessel with the pestle.

The chalice from the palace
has the brew that is true.

Man 1: The pellet with the poison's
in the vessel with the pestle.

Did you hear that?

Woman 2: Just remember that.
Man 2: Sir giacomo.

Sir giacomo, into your armor.
And you, to your place in the pavilion.

Computer, mute sound.

That doesn't sound normal, does it?

I suppose we should investigate, hm?

I'm not going alone.

Come, Porthos. Come.

I'd be better off talking
to my pyrithian bat.

Perhaps we were letting our
imaginations run away with us. Heh.

I should never have
let Mr. Tucker talk me

into watching the exorcist
last week.

Hello?

Porthos, come back here!

Porthos.

Well, now don't you feel foolish?

I called out. Didn't you hear me?

I was running a diagnostic.
Do you require my assistance?

What are you doing here?
I thought it was movie night.

I could hear that
all the way from the mess hall.

I'll make a note of it
in the maintenance log.

Bangs, squeaks, rattling chains.

Is this a starship
or a haunted house?

Are you all right, doctor?
You seem somewhat agitated.

Well, considering you nearly sent me
into cardiac shock.

I apologize if I startled you.

You're certain that's all?

Well, I have had a slight headache
since we entered this region.

Perhaps vulcans and earth canines
are better able to adapt to it

than denobulans.

How are you? Hm?
I've barely seen you the last two days.

I've had my duties to attend to.

The rest of the time I've spent
in my quarters, reading, meditating.

Then you're due for a night out.
Why don't you join Porthos and me?

I'd like to complete the diagnostic.

- The movie's quite amusing.
- No, thank you.

Perhaps you'll share a meal
with me later.

If you like.

Hello?

T'poi?

Is that you?

Phlox: Stop!

- Phlox to t'pol.
- T'pol: Go ahead.

Would you mind not creeping around
the ship like a draxxan cloud viper?

- Doctor?
- Please.

I wouldn't have imagined that vulcans
engaged in childish games.

I don't understand.

What were you doing
in engineering just now?

Doctor, I'm on the bridge.

I hope you don't mind eating here
in the galley.

The mess hall
seems a bit, uh, oh, melancholy.

- All the empty chairs.
- T'pol: This is fine.

My fifth grandmother made this
for each of my weddings.

Chef's tried to prepare it,
but he never gets it quite right.

Yes, his plomeek broth leaves
something to be desired as well.

I always thought so,
but I was afraid to mention it. Heh, heh.

T'pol, you're sure you weren't
in engineering today?

Quite sure.

What were you doing there?

I'm responsible
for monitoring the engines.

We're supposed
to be assisting each other.

It's a large ship
for two people to maintain.

Do you have anything to report?

Doctor?

I could have sworn
there was someone in that room.

- A member of the crew?
- No.

Everyone except us
is in deep neuro-sedation.

Then obviously you were mistaken.

Obviously.

You've never been to denobula,
have you?

-No. —huh.

The cities are quite crowded,
by choice, not by necessity.

The atmosphere is vibrant,
communal.

It sounds fascinating.

What I'm saying
is that we're a sociable people.

Being alone on enterprise,
just the two of us,

has proven more stressful
than I imagined.

Two people aren't even enough
for a denobulan marriage,

a proper one, anyway.

I'm sorry
I haven't been better company.

- That isn't what I meant.
- I know.

It is ironic, however,
that I should be your sole companion.

Unlike your people, most vulcans
will go to great lengths to find solitude.

At times, it has been trying for me
to coexist with 80 humans,

especially the more irrational ones.

Mm. Such as commander Tucker.

I've found the last two days
to be a welcome respite.

I understand but I, for one,
will never complain again

when I can't get a good seat
on movie night.

Despite the tragic circumstances
surrounding your homecoming,

Dr. Lucas, you must be happy
to return to earth. Heh, heh.

As I have mentioned before,
I have no regrets

about accepting my position
on enterprise.

However, it has struck me recently

how much I miss the familiar
pleasures of my home. Heh, heh.

You've experienced the nightclubs
in our kaybin district,

so you know the excitement
of meeting a new companion or two.

The intimacy
that can develop so quickly

when all parties are receptive.

You humans are a truly
remarkable species, Dr. Lucas,

but when enterprise
has accomplished its mission,

I look foward
to being among denobulans again,

the more of them the better.

Good afternoon, captain.

How are we feeling today?

Neuro-chemistry looks excellent.
Theta waves are good.

You should wake up
extremely well-rested.

Phlox to t'pol.

Internal sensors don't show
any additional bio-signs.

I told you, it was outside the ship,
on the hull.

There are no life forms
anywhere in this vicinity.

Phlox: What about alien vessels?

You can see for yourself
there's nothing there.

You said this reconfigured space
could be affecting our systems.

What if it's interfering with sensors?

That's possible, but we should
consider another explanation.

You mentioned
you were having difficulty adjusting

to the solitude of the past few days.

I didn't imagine it. I saw something.

Outside the ship,
crawling on the hull.

What about what I saw
in engineering?

You ran the scans yourself.
There is nothing unusual on board.

You said you haven't slept much
since we entered this disturbance.

Perhaps you should return
to your quarters, try to rest.

I need to finish my rounds.

Get away from her!

- Phlox to t'pol.
- T'pol: Go ahead, doctor.

It's the xindi. They're on board.

Phlox: We'll need to arm ourselves.
I saw two.

- There could be more of them.
- There's nothing on sensors.

Then the sensors must be wrong.

Doctor.

I thought you were going
to get some rest.

They were real. I saw them.

If that's true,
then how did they get on the ship?

Phlox: Unh!

All external hatches
and docking ports are sealed.

They could have
transporter technology.

There were no transporter
signatures.

What difference does it make
how they got on board?

If we wake up lieutenant Reed
or the macos,

they will be incapacitated
within minutes, dead within hours.

It is up to us
to deal with this situation.

I plan to start on g-deck
and work my way up.

I'm going to stop them
whether you help me or not.

- T'pol: We've searched four decks.
- That leaves three to go.

If there are xindi aboard,
why are they concealing themselves?

They could be trying
to destroy enterprise.

What better time
than while the crew is incapacitated?

Bio-sign.

There are over 80 bio-signs aboard,
not counting your pets in sickbay.

- This isn't human
- neither are your pets.

I can't lock onto it.

There must be some interference,
possibly from the reconfigured space.

Phlox:
You said it wasn't affecting our sensors.

I said
it wasn't affecting main sensors.

That hand-scanner
is far less powerful.

You know that.

Ihaveit

It's just ahead.

Doctor!

Phlox: It's all right.

Fortunately, I'm not very proficient
with hand weapons.

How did he get out?

I believe I, um...

We went for a walk earlier.

I might have neglected
to put him back in my quarters.

- And you simply forgot?
- I've been distracted.

I would have thought this could tell
the difference between a giant insect

- and a beagle.
- It can, if you use it properly.

You're the science officer. You might
have offered assistance in that area.

You feel I haven't been helpful?

How would you characterize
the two hours I wasted

searching for a figment
of your imagination?

- I am not delusional!
- Are you certain?

As I recall,
you once told ensign sato

that it's considered healthy
for denobulans to hallucinate.

It's how you release stress.

You've been under a lot
of stress lately, haven't you, doctor?

It's not unheard of, but I...

You said
you've been having headaches.

Is there anything else
you care to tell me?

- I'm fine.
- You nearly shot the captain's dog.

I'm going to recalibrate this
to exclude canine bio-signs

and then I'm going to finish
searching this ship!

I am not seeing things
and I intend to prove it!

Hoshi:
Ensign sato to the doctor.

Hoshi?

Hoshi?

Ensign?

Hoshi?

What are you doing?

I have to put you back
under sedation immediately.

You'll suffer permanent damage.

Hoshi?

What?

You said we'd be safe.

- Let me get you to sickbay.
- You promised us!

T'poi,

please meet me
in sickbay immediately.

Where have you been?
I was calling you.

Captain, what are you doing up?

T'pol woke me.
She said something was wrong.

- I don't know what's happening.
- She said you've been seeing things.

Something about xindi
on board the ship.

You're not concerned about that?

I'm more concerned about you.

I obviously expected too much
from you.

You're not real.

Why don't you go to your quarters.
Lie down. I'll take over.

- You did the best you could.
- You are not real!

T'pol: Doctor?

I was so busy monitoring the crew,

I never thought to run
another neural scan on myself.

The effects are subtle
and difficult to detect

but there are disruptions
deep within my neocortex.

You were right.

I was hallucinating.

Are you in danger?

I don't believe
there'il be any permanent damage.

However,
it's obviously affecting my judgment.

I have no choice but to put myself
under neuro-sedation

and ask you to look after the crew.

I don't have the medical expertise.

With your scientific background,
you should have no problems.

I have my own duties.
I can't possibly monitor the entire crew.

It won't be for long.

We'll be coming out of the disturbance
in less than six hours.

- T'pol, I'm asking for your help.
- I can't.

Why not?

When we were searching the ship,
I became irritated with you.

- Apparently I deserved it.
- You don't understand.

I was on the verge of losing control
of my emotions.

This reconfigured space
is affecting me as well.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'd hoped to control it,

but it's proven more difficult
than I thought.

The crew is better off in your hands.

I doubt that.

I nearly killed Porthos, remember?

What if one of these delusions
causes me to open an airlock

or shut down life support?

- You won't do that.
- How do you know?

Because your duty is to look out
for the welfare of this crew.

Why do you think the captain
allowed you to sedate him

over commander Tucker's
objections?

Because he trusts you.

- I'm not sure I trust myself.
- Just a few more hours, doctor.

Phlox: So, Dr. Lucas, while the past
few days have proven challenging,

both t'pol and I are relieved
that our adventure is nearly over.

Once we've confirmed
we're out of the disturbance,

I can begin
waking the senior officers.

My medical staff should be next.

They can assist me
with the rest of the, uh...

We should have been out
of the disturbance half an hour ago.

There could have been some
slight navigational discrepancies.

I thought space travel
was supposed to be precise.

Not always.
Check long-range sensors.

Phlox:
What do you think I'm doing?

There's more than a slight
discrepancy.

T'pol: This can't be correct.

We're a quarter of a light-year
from the far edge.

At our current rate of speed, we won't
be out of this for another 10 weeks.

Auto-navigation is still engaged.
Engines are online.

Why aren't we through?

The reconfigured space
has expanded.

But we knew it would.

Travis said our course and speed
would compensate.

Obviously, the rate of expansion
has accelerated.

- We need to increase speed.
- We're already at full impulse.

As you can see, that's insufficient.
We need to go to warp.

Tucker said it would be dangerous.
We don't know what might happen.

What do you propose?

Keeping the crew comatose
for the next 10 weeks?

Phlox:
All right. What do we do first?

I'm afraid I may not be
of much assistance.

Do I need to keep reminding you
you are the science officer?

I already told you,
I'm finding it difficult to focus.

On your worst day,

you're more qualified
to operate the warp engines than I am.

Unfortunately, this is, by far,
one of my worst days.

I'm a physician, not an engineer.

- You hold a dozen scientific degrees.
- None of them are in warp theory.

The procedures for restarting
the reactor are in the database.

Are you suggesting
I read the manual?

"Output must be confined
to within 300 and 312 millicochranes

to prevent fusion
of the dilithium matrix."

That seems simple enough.

"Unless the spatial-compression index
is greater than 5.62 percent

or the ship is within two parsecs

of a class-c gravimetric
field distortion."

- I realize this is a complex procedure.
- Complex? This is utterly baffling.

It might as well be written
in ancient klingon

for all the sense I can make of it.

I'm sorry.

I understand.
I just wish I could be more helpful.

You're doing fine.

We have to close the plasma relays

before we can
begin the start-up sequence.

Would you mind?

What the hell are you doing?

I told you not to mess
with the warp engines.

- I don't have time for this.
- You better make time, doc.

I told you,
you can't start the warp reactor

inside this disturbance.

Actually, you told me
it would be difficult, not impossible.

That machine was designed
to manipulate space,

to violate the laws of motion.

You make the tiniest mistake,

you'll collapse the warp field,
you'll crush this ship.

- Thank you for the warning.
- You're gonna screw this up, phlox!

- Go away.
- You're gonna kill everybody!

- Can't you see I'm busy?
- Doctor. Are you all right?

Fine.

Doctor.

I can't find the plasma relays.

I'll do it myself.

Phlox:
Deuterium pressure is nominal.

Antimatter constrictor coils
are online.

- Warp 2, hm? Should be sufficient?
- Shall we try?

The intermix is stable.

A warp field is forming. Ha, ha, ha.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I followed the procedures exactly.
What did I do wrong?

You need to...

What? What, t'pol? Help me.

Is it the particle confinement?

- Perhaps you should increase it.
- Well, how do I do that?

Ugh!

Particle confinement.

Particle confinement.

Doctor, perhaps we should wake
commander Tucker.

- He'll die.
- If we destroy the ship, we'll all die.

I know.

If we can't accomplish our mission,
billions of people on earth could die.

Isn't it logical to sacrifice one life
to save so many?

I'm not willing
to make that sacrifice yet.

Particle confinement!

Increase power
to the magnetic constriction coils.

Here.

The field is stabilizing.

- It's holding.
- Then I suggest we go to warp.

Engaging warp engines.

Phlox: Warp 1.1.

Point two.

Pressure on the hull's increasing.

What are you doing?

Lieutenant Reed insisted
on showing me how to transfer power

to the hull plating.

Just in case.

It seems to be working.

Warp 1.8, 1.9.

Warp 2! Ha, ha, ha.

Doctor.

Your neocortex
may need a few moments to warm up.

- Are we through the disturbance?
- Yes.

I'll begin waking
the rest of the crew shortly.

Any problems?

Oh, a few minor glitches.
It will all be in my log.

If you're feeling up to it,
you have a visitor.

Thanks, doctor.

- Phlox: How are you feeling?
- A little woozy.

I'm not surprised. You haven't
eaten anything in four days.

- Get to the mess hall.
- Aye, aye, doc.

- I'll assist you in waking the others.
- That won't be necessary.

I appreciate the offer,
but you need some rest.

- Let me walk you to your quarters.
- Doctor's orders?

Phlox: Mm-hm.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

I'll stop by and check on you
in a few hours.

Phlox:
As you might guess, Dr. Lucas,

I had considered deleting this letter
and starting over

since large sections of it
are now obviously fictitious.

However, I decided

that my delusional account
would probably prove entertaining.

As always,
you have my best wishes.

Your friend and colleague, phlox.

May I join you?

Of course.

Commander Tucker was complaining

that it will take him days
to realign the warp coils.

Yes, he gave me quite a talking to.

He also said, and I quote:

"Phlox did one hell of a job."

Man: Excuse me, doctor.

You must have enjoyed
having the ship to yourself.

It wasn't nearly as empty
as I anticipated.