All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise - S03E17 - Hatchery (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

Previously on Enterprise:

The Insectoid ship's been damaged.

Target the second one.

Is that what this is all about?
You think I want to replace you?

You just can't stand
taking orders from me, can you?

- Tell me something.
- What?

Why won't you let me do my job?

I want to know
where you're building the weapon.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- The hell you don't.

There's a reference
to a planet he visited recently.

Azati Prime.

The coordinates match
the location of one of the red giants.

Set a course for Azati Prime,
maximum warp.

Magnify.

It's definitely Xindi, sir.

The hull composition matches
the other ships we've seen.

It doesn't look like a Reptilian
or a Primate design.

Bio-signs?

None that I can detect.
There's no atmosphere aboard.

- Anyone else in the system?
- No, sir.

- Put a team together.
- Aye, sir.

It's been a long road

Gettin' from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

And I will see my dream
Come alive at last

I will touch the sky

And they're not gonna
Hold me down no more

No, they're not gonna change my mind

'Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

We'll take them back to Enterprise.

Tell Phlox I want a complete autopsy.

The Major and I will search
the port side.

See if you can access
their ship's database.

It's a computer interface.

See what you can download.

My father would love to get a look
at this place.

He's fascinated by insects.

Always filling the house up with bugs
he's collected.

Drives my mother crazy.

Maybe we can bring home
something new for his collection.

It's heavily reinforced.

It's pressurising.

Oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.

After you.

A little stale, but breathable.

Bio-signs...

very faint.

Coming from in here.

Some kind of shuttlecraft?

More like an assault vehicle.

I'm reading a half-dozen
particle-cannons, torpedo launchers.

Archer.

You'd better get over here, sir.

The DNA is identical
to the bodies we found.

They would appear to be
the crew's offspring.

A hatchery?

They built this place to take
quite a beating.

Reinforced bulkheads,
backup power systems.

Thirty-one eggs are still viable.

They won't survive for long.
Their bio-support is losing power.

Do you think you can repair it?

I wouldn't even know where to start.

There's a shuttlecraft in their port bay,
get it back to the ship.

I want an analysis of their
tactical systems as soon as possible.

Aye, sir.

Did you find their Bridge?

I'm not certain there is one.

Their command functions appear to be
distributed through various...

Captain!

I'm all right.

We should get you to Sickbay.

A mild neurotoxin, likely part
of an autonomic defence system.

The egg probably considered you
a threat.

Humans seem to have that effect
on the Xindi.

An analgesic should take care
of the irritation.

Malcolm's bringing you
two dead Insectoids.

I want you to learn
as much as you can about them.

Understood.

We've located their Armoury.

Found several particle weapons
and torpedo casings.

What about the data you recovered?

Ensign Sato's translating it.

We'll be ready to leave orbit
as soon as the Xindi shuttle's aboard.

We've cleared the thermosphere.

You might want to do a better job
securing our guests.

I think it's safe to assume it's dead.

Just being cautious.

Certain insects on Earth
are known to hibernate.

Do you intend to shoot me, Major?

It's not you I'm worried about.

I've been going over the results
from the last training session.

Your senior officers have shown
a lot of improvement...

but I think they can do better.
With your permission...

I'd like to schedule more
target practice for Monday evening.

That won't go over well
with Commander Tucker.

Monday night is movie night.

Maybe he can sacrifice some
leisure time for the sake of this mission.

The senior officers
do have other duties.

We can't all spend our time playing
holographic games in the Armoury.

I'm not sure that's how the Captain
would see it.

Enterprise to Shuttlepod 2.
You're clear to approach.

Acknowledged. Deploy the docking arm.

Come in.

I think we figured out
what happened to them.

One of the nacelles fractured while they
were coming out of a subspace vortex.

They probably tried to make
an emergency landing on this planet.

According to Phlox, the Insectoids
we found weren't killed in the crash...

they suffocated?

Most of the crew appear to have died
when they transferred...

their life support to the hatchery.

They sacrificed themselves
to save their children.

You said the hatchery
is losing bio-support.

How long will it last?

Another day, at most.

I want you to assign a team to repair it.

- Captain?
- What about Azati Prime?

It's not going anywhere.
This is a sentient species.

We can't abandon them.

Captain, with all due respect,
why the hell not?

I've got half a mind
to take a plasma torch to that place.

What if we found a nursery
filled with 31 infant Primates?

Would you want to torch them?

The Xindi are trying to destroy Earth...

because they heard
that humans are ruthless.

This is a chance to prove them wrong.

We can bring the eggs aboard.
Reconfigure one of the cargo bays.

I already talked to Phlox.

He says they're integrated
into the hatchery walls.

If we remove them, they'll die.

Sir, this is crazy.
These people are trying to kill us.

This isn't open for discussion.

I'll lead the engineering team.

I need you here to help Travis figure out
how to operate that Xindi shuttle.

- Captain.
- I've made my decision.

Get to work.

Captain's Starlog, January 8, 2154.

We've been in orbit for more than a day.

The crew is restless,
eager to resume our mission.

But I'm certain my decision to stay
was the right one.

They may know how to build a weapon
system, but these people could learn...

a thing or two about designing
a comfortable chair.

For an Insectoid,
maybe they are comfortable.

The power grid
doesn't make much sense.

Almost half of it is routed
to structural integrity.

You could probably fly this thing
inside a gas giant.

Assuming you could figure out
how to fly it.

This icon looks like it might represent
the impulse manifolds.

Give it a shot.

I don't think this ship likes us
very much.

You're going to have to remove
the relays here and here.

That should disable
the security protocols.

We can't initialise the engines
without them.

What about the ship on the surface?

We might be able to salvage
what we need.

Yeah.

Any word on how much longer
he's planning to stay in orbit?

The repairs are moving slow.

I'd be the last to question
the Captain's orders...

but doesn't it seem a little odd
that we're staying here...

to save a nest of Xindi?

The Captain thinks
it's the right thing to do.

We may be at war,
but these creatures need our help.

Meanwhile, their big brothers
are trying to destroy Earth.

Every day we stay here gives them
more time to finish their weapon.

Look...

there's a chance we'll run into more
Insectoids when we reach the red giant.

Spending an extra day or two studying
their tactical systems might be useful.

Captain.

I've learned quite a bit
about this fascinating fellow.

Perhaps "fellow" is the wrong word,
their species is genderless.

Then who made all those eggs?

They reproduce asexually.

Each adult appears capable
of producing multiple egg sacs.

I wouldn't be surprised if every
Insectoid vessel had its own hatchery.

I'd estimate their lifespan
is no more than 12 Earth years.

This individual may be
one of the elder members of the crew.

It was nearly 10 years old.

What about the hatchery?

When will the eggs mature?

Without knowing more about their
incubation cycle, it's impossible to say...

but probably no more than a week,
at most.

Captain, if you don't mind my saying,
you look as if you could use some rest.

We've got to get the repairs finished.

Surely a few hours' sleep wouldn't...

Contact me if you find anything else.

- Is there a problem, Corporal?
- No, ma'am.

- Why are you guarding this chamber?
- Captain's orders.

- Lieutenant Reed's report.
- What?

You requested a tactical analysis
of the Insectoid ship.

Later.

- Are we ready?
- Just a few seconds, Captain.

There are two MACOs posted outside.

I asked Major Hayes to assign them.
These eggs are vulnerable.

There are breaches in the outer hull.

There could be predators around.

Aside from microbes, we found
no evidence of life on this planet.

- Trip.
- We're ready.

Start at 40 megajoules, but keep an eye
on that matrix converter.

Take it up to 50.

Trip?

Shut it down.

What happened?

There must have been a surge
in the power grid.

I'll need a few minutes, Captain.

Archer to Enterprise.

Medical emergency.

There was nothing I could do. I'm sorry.

How's Hoshi coming
with that translation?

Their iconography is different
from the other Xindi species.

It's taking some time.

When she's done,
ask her to search their database.

See if she can locate anything
about their burial rituals.

Do you plan to hold a funeral?

Tucker to Captain Archer.

Go ahead.

I think I figured out the problem.

Their power grid can't handle
our converters.

It's going to take at least three days
to make them compatible.

What about the reactor?
Any way to bring it online?

It's possible, but they lost most of their
antimatter in the accident.

Stand by.

Work with Trip.

Help him get their reactor
up and running.

Sir?

We're going to transfer our antimatter
to their ship.

Use as much as you have to.

Our reserves are at less than 60%...

I'm not going to let
any more of them die.

To get that reactor running again,
we're going to have to use a third...

of our antimatter reserves.

Why so much?

Every system on that ship is integrated.

The only way to bring bio-support back
online is to power up the whole thing.

That's not going to leave much
antimatter for our torpedoes...

never mind our engines.

Did you inform the Captain?

I wanted to run it by both of you first.

I never imagined Captain Archer
would put the welfare of a few Xindi...

before his own people.

Do you know he's spent nearly two days
in that hatchery?

From what I'm told, he hasn't stopped
working long enough to even sleep.

From what I'm told, he hasn't stopped
working long enough to even sleep.

Delay the transfer for now.

The Captain gave us an order.

I'll speak with him.

Where's Trip?

- Did you bring the antimatter?
- No.

What's the problem?

Initialising their reactor
will deplete our reserves by one-third.

We can spare it.

We're only a few light-years
from the red giant.

We'll still have more than enough fuel
to get there.

We don't know for certain
if the weapon is in that system.

There are lives at risk here.

Billions of lives are at risk on Earth
if our mission fails.

I'm well aware of that.

These Xindi are innocent.

If we let them die, we'll be proving
to the others that they're right about us.

I don't know much about Vulcan ethics,
but humans don't throw morality...

out the window
when things start getting a little rough.

Commander Tucker
and Lieutenant Reed also believe...

that this would compromise
our mission.

Your opinions have been noted.

Now get back to Enterprise
and start the antimatter transfer.

I'm sorry, Captain,
I can't obey that order.

You may not be wearing a uniform...

but you can still be charged
with insubordination.

Perhaps we should contact Starfleet
and discuss this with Admiral Forrest.

You're relieved as First Officer.

Major, escort T'Pol back to the ship
and confine her to her quarters.

- Sir?
- I gave you an order.

Ma'am.

Come in.

The first shuttlepod is on its way.

How long will it take to transfer
the antimatter?

Using both shuttlepods,
about four or five hours.

I didn't realise how badly I needed
a shower.

I've spent too much time
in that hatchery.

If you're looking for a new first officer,
you should consider Malcolm.

You're going to want someone
on the Bridge full-time...

I'm a little busy at the moment.

I'm happy with the command structure
the way it is.

This is only temporary.

T'Pol just needed a slap on the wrist.

She's questioned your orders
lots of times...

but you've never locked her up before.

You have to admit,
it's a little out of the ordinary.

These aren't ordinary circumstances.

T'Pol refused a direct order
in front of the crew.

I can't have senior officers
behaving like that.

Especially on a mission this important.

Maybe you ought to confine me
to quarters, too, sir.

Because I'm still not sure
we're doing the right thing here.

If the roles were reversed...

I can't imagine these Xindi
would do the same for us.

My great-grandfather was in
North Africa during the Eugenics Wars.

His battalion was evacuating civilians
from a war zone...

when they came under attack.

There was a school full of children
directly between them and the enemy.

If his men had returned fire,
they might have hit it.

So he called the commander
on the other side...

and got him to agree to hold his fire
long enough to evacuate the school.

There are rules, Trip, even in war.

We have to help these children.

This is what you wanted to show me?
A battle simulation?

Scenarios like this can tell us a lot
about the enemy's tactical capabilities...

much more than we'd learn
from a standard analysis.

I asked you to look for weaknesses
in their shields, not to play more games.

This isn't exactly a game, Lieutenant.

The simulation found
that they're vulnerable here.

They've got minimal shielding
around their impulse manifolds.

A pair of torpedoes should be enough
to take out the engines.

Those manifolds are pretty narrow...

but our targeting scanners
should be able to get a lock.

- Nice work.
- Thank you, sir.

I apologise. I overreacted.

- A lot of the crew's on edge lately.
- They certainly are.

I heard things got pretty ugly
down there.

It's not every day I'm asked
to confine a senior officer.

I can't say I disagree
with the Captain's decision.

If one of my men disobeyed orders,
I'd throw him in the stockade.

I've got to get back to the Bridge.

Let me know if your simulation
finds anything else.

I need to see T'Pol.

She's not supposed to have any visitors.

This isn't a social call.

I'm here for my neuro-pressure
treatment. Doctor's orders.

You don't want me to bring Phlox
down here, do you?

What's our status?

The antimatter's on its way.
I had a talk with him.

Everything's gonna be all right. This
whole thing'll blow over in a day or two.

Our antimatter supply
will be depleted by then.

The Captain's behaviour is becoming
increasingly illogical, even for a human.

He's preoccupied with the hatchery,
he's displaying signs of paranoia.

I think you're overstating things
just a little.

You can't allow him
to use our antimatter.

What do you suggest I do?
Start a mutiny?

You have to speak with Phlox. Ask him
to run a full exam on the Captain.

What good would that do?

If the Doctor can find something
wrong, we may have medical grounds...

- to relieve him of command.
- Relieve him?

Look, I know you're upset
about what happened...

but I think you're taking this personally.

How long before the reactor
is brought online?

Assuming Hoshi can translate
the interface, about 12 hours.

You have to delay it until we can verify
the Captain's mental state.

If he finds out what we're doing,
we'll both end up in the Brig.

You're asking me to betray him.

You can't allow your personal feelings
for the Captain to affect your decision.

We both know he's endangering
this ship and our mission.

What is it?

A subspace vortex is opening
off the port bow.

Tactical Alert.

Captain Archer, report to the Bridge.

It's an Insectoid.
Three bio-signs aboard.

They're firing.

They're moving away at full impulse.

Pursuit course. Arm phase-cannons.
Disable their engines.

No effect.

Their main deflector's charging.
They could be trying to open a vortex.

Torpedoes. Maximum yield.
Target their impulse manifolds.

- Ready.
- Fire.

- What the hell's going on?
- An Insectoid ship, sir.

You destroyed them?

They were opening a vortex.
They would have escaped.

The crew might have been able to
take care of the hatchery.

Sir?

We could have kept our antimatter
and continued the mission.

They would have told their superiors,
sir, given away our position.

If you'd explained to them
why we were here...

you might have avoided a fire-fight.

With all due respect, sir, they didn't
seem particularly interested in talking.

- Archer to Major Hayes.
- Go ahead, Captain.

Report to my Ready Room,
on the double.

Aye, sir.

I'm relieving you as Tactical Officer.

From now on,
you'll report to Major Hayes.

I did what was necessary
to protect this ship and its mission.

You'll be confined to quarters
until further notice.

- Captain!
- Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

- Are you done with that translation?
- Almost.

I want you to put together a distress call
in the Insectoid language.

Transmit it on all frequencies
as soon as you're ready.

Understood.

There's nothing more important
than the success of this mission.

- Do you agree, Major?
- Of course, sir.

My senior officers don't seem to
understand what I'm trying to do here.

I guess I have myself to blame.

In the past, I've encouraged them
to ask questions...

but we don't have time for that now.

I need officers who respect the chain
of command and can follow orders.

It won't be a problem, sir.

I thought what happened with T'Pol...

might have been an isolated incident
but I'm not so sure now.

Lieutenant Reed destroyed a ship
that could have helped us.

I'm starting to wonder if he deliberately
tried to sabotage this mission.

You're in command
while I'm on the surface.

You answer to me and me alone.
Is that understood, Major?

- Perfectly, sir.
- That'll be all.

- Can we talk to you for a minute, sir?
- What is it?

I'd like you to go to Sickbay with Phlox.

Do I look sick to you?

Hoshi says you ordered her
to transmit a distress call.

That's right.

Don't you think that's a little dangerous?

We'll be light-years from here
before the Xindi respond to it.

We don't know how far away
their ships are.

If we send that message,
we'll be taking a hell of a risk.

We can't afford to play it safe anymore.
This mission's too important.

This mission is to save Earth...

not an alien hatchery.

Captain, you haven't eaten or slept
in almost two days.

You've shown signs
of obsessional behaviour and paranoia.

If it'll make the two of you feel better...

I'll go to Sickbay
for a complete physical...

- as soon as that reactor's online.
- That's not good enough, sir.

Phlox has the authority
to order you to Sickbay.

T'Pol is manipulating you, isn't she?

If I'm declared unfit for duty,
then she takes over.

Captain, if you won't come with me...

I'll be required under
Starfleet Order 104, Section C...

to relieve you of command.

I expected something like this
from her...

but not from the two of you. Corporal.

I've already confined
two senior officers today.

- His neurochemistry appears normal.
- There's nothing wrong with him?

This scan is hardly conclusive.

I'll need to get him into
the imaging chamber...

and run a complete neurological series.

When Hoshi sends that distress call...

every Xindi ship that picks it up
will start heading this way.

He's got Hayes on the Bridge,
MACOs posted all over the ship.

Whatever we do,
we're going to have to do it fast.

What are you proposing, Commander?

I think it's time we throw the rule book
out the window.

Captain.

- I'm sorry, sir, no visitors.
- You let me in before.

I have new orders from Major Hayes.

Look, T'Pol was a little rough with me
during the last session.

I think she caused some nerve damage.

You'll have to speak with the Major, sir.

This is a Starfleet ship.

I don't have to ask Major Hayes
for anything.

- Step away, sir.
- Stand down, Corporal.

The Captain gave Hayes
control of the Bridge...

posted MACOs on every deck.

- Is he still on the surface?
- Yeah.

Retrieving him and the antimatter
should be the priority.

I'd advise securing the Bridge first.
If Hayes gets wind of this...

we could have a fire-fight on our hands.

Perhaps we should approach the Major,
and explain the situation.

- He seems like a reasonable man.
- That would be risky.

If Hayes sides with the Captain,
this mutiny will be over before it begins.

We'll need more people.
Who's on duty in the Armoury?

Ensign Walsh and two of my men.

They'll side with us,
but Hayes posted two MACO there.

- Take the shuttlepod back to Enterprise.
- What about you, sir?

You heard me.

Hold it.

Sorry.

That's going to leave a bruise.

- All right. You're with me.
- Yes, sir.

Well, we won't get to the Bridge
this way.

Captain!

Captain, it's Trip!

You shouldn't have weapons in here.

Go ahead.

Major, Corporal Chang's been found
unconscious in T'Pol's quarters.

- Where's T'Pol?
- Not here, sir.

Hayes to the Armoury.

Armoury, respond.

Stand down!

- You intend to shoot me, Lieutenant?
- Tell them to stand down.

The Captain relieved you of duty.
Both of you.

We don't want anyone injured.
Put down your weapons.

Until the Captain says otherwise,
I give the orders on this Bridge.

- Go back to the ship.
- You have to come with us.

Captain.

It's all right.

- Contact the Captain.
- Belay that.

I gave you a direct order, Ensign.

I'm sorry, Major.

It's over, Major.

- Take him to his quarters.
- Aye, sir.

- It's Commander Tucker.
- Put him through.

- Go ahead.
- We've got the Captain.

- What's going on up there?
- The Bridge is secure.

Tell Phlox to get
the imaging chamber ready.

We've got a patient for him.

Acting Captain's Starlog, supplemental.

We've resumed our course
for Azati Prime.

Major Hayes and his men have been
temporarily relieved of duty.

Dr. Phlox believes he has found an
explanation for the Captain's behaviour.

- Where is he?
- In his quarters, resting.

Do you recall when the Captain
was attacked by one of the eggs?

- It sprayed something in his face.
- And I thought it was a defence reflex.

But it was actually something
far more sophisticated.

The substance contained
a unique neurochemical.

It infiltrated the Captain's
synaptic pathways...

causing him to reverse-imprint
on the baby Insectoids.

It's the opposite of what happens when
a young animal bonds with its mother.

Are you saying he thought
he was the mother of those things?

Well, more likely, a caretaker.

Of course, the Captain didn't realize this
on a conscious level.

Eventually, he became obsessed
with protecting the eggs...

- to the exclusion of everything else.
- Including our mission.

I'd like to speak with him,
if you don't mind.

He'll be awake in a few hours.
He should be fully recovered by then.

I want you and your men
to return to duty.

Yes, ma'am.

Not the sort of thing
they trained us for at West Point.

I imagine not.

You could have come to me,
explained the situation.

We couldn't take the chance
that you'd side with the Captain.

- I probably would have.
- Yeah.

Come in.

- I didn't mean to wake you, sir.
- It's all right, I was getting up anyway.

- How are you feeling?
- I've been better.

You sure you had that pistol set to stun?

Captain.

I hope you understand
if there'd been any other way...

You were protecting our mission, Trip.
I would have done the same thing.

Still, I never thought I'd find myself
pointing a weapon at you...

no matter what the circumstances.

Let's put this behind us, okay?

Yes, sir.

What's our status?

We just recovered the last
of our antimatter reserves.

The hatchlings?

Phlox says there's 19 of them
running around down there.

Chances are they'll survive
until the next Xindi ship comes along.

It's time we got back on the road.

I want you at your post.

We're going to be pushing the engines
pretty hard. I'll be on the Bridge.

- Aren't you supposed to get some rest?
- I've had plenty.

I'm sorry, sir,
but the Doctor was insistent.

Okay.

I guess I don't want another mutiny
on my hands.

Tell Travis to set a course
for Azati Prime, maximum warp.

Right away, sir.