All language subtitles for Star.Trek.Enterprise.S02E03_track3_und

[CHATTERING]

[INTERCOM CHIMES]

ARCHER [OVER INTERCOM]:
Come in.

ARCHER:
Good morning.

Captain.

- Sleep well?
- Ah. Well enough.

I wasn't sure what you wanted
for breakfast,

so I took the liberty of having chef
prepare his famous eggs Benedict.

- Oh. That'll be fine, sir.
- Ah.

You plan to eat standing up?

[REED CHUCKLES]

This isn't a visit
to the principal's office, Malcolm.

At ease.

Thank you, sir.

I just wasn't sure whether you
called me here to discuss something.

No. No business.

I just wanted to have a long-overdue
meal with my armory officer.

Ah.

I heard that England made it
to the finals in the World Cup.

I beg your pardon.

The World Cup. Soccer.

Oh.

I'm afraid I don't much
follow football, sir.

Any sports you do follow?

No. Not particularly.

- Thanks.
MAN: You're welcome, sir.

I've been working
on the duty roster, sir.

We only have two crewmen
assigned to the armory full-time.

If we added a third,

Ensign Tanner would be free
to begin

those upgrades
to those torpedo launchers

I told you about.

Didn't your mother ever tell you not
to bring your homework to the table?

Sir?

This looks fine.

[INTERCOM CHIMES]

Archer.

T'POL [OVER INTERCOM]:
I'm sorry to interrupt, captain,

but we've detected an uncharted
system along our present course.

One of the planets
is Minshara-class.

Take us out of warp. I'm on my way.

Looks like we'll have to reschedule.

Whenever it's convenient.

After you, sir.

- Anybody home?
- It's uninhabited.

What about geographical features?
Anything interesting?

There's a chain of volcanoes
that spans an entire hemisphere.

Well, I don't know about anyone else,
but, uh, I could use some fresh air.

- Put us in a standard orbit.
- Aye, sir.

Find a volcano with a gentle slope.

Preferably one that's not erupting.

Prep a shuttlepod, Travis.

We'll take shifts down to the...

[ALL GRUNTING]

[MACHINES BEEPING]

Report.

It was a thermo kinetic explosion
on the outer hull, port forward quarter.

Breaches on C Deck, D Deck.

Bridge to Sickbay.

- We need medical assistance.
PHLOX: Acknowledged.

Emergency bulkheads?

They're in place but eight subsections
have decompressed.

- Was anybody in them?
- I can't tell, sir. Not yet.

Find out what happened.

- Malcolm.
- I'd give you an answer if I could, sir.

The sensor logs
aren't showing anything.

- All systems were functioning normally.
- Archer to Engineering.

[ALL SHOUTING]

- Captain, what's going on?
- ARCHER: You tell me.

We've got plasma fires,
an overload in the EPS grid,

but whatever caused that explosion,
I don't have a clue.

TRIP: Weapons fire, an asteroid?
- Nothing on our sensors.

How are your people?

A few bumps and bruises,
but we're all right.

ARCHER:
Keep me posted. Archer out.

- Any casualty reports?
- Figures are coming in, sir.

Seventeen so far including Hoshi.
No fatalities.

Get this man
into the imaging chamber.

What's happening?
Are we under attack?

- I don't know.
- Doctor.

[ALL CHATTERING]

[MACHINES BEEPING]

Captain,
something just struck the ship.

Starboard side, upper aft quadrant.

Can you get a visual?

There.

Just behind the secondary
plasma vent. You see it?

MAYWEATHER:
Some kind of cloaked ship?

It's too small.

T'POL:
I'm not reading any bio signs.

It's armed with tri-cobalt explosives.
I think it's a mine.

And judging by the firepower,
something similar damaged our ship.

Can you tell if it's active?

No reason to believe it's not.

Captain, it's lodged
near Impulse Reactor 2.

An explosion anywhere near there
could disable Enterprise.

What if we polarized
the adjacent hull plating?

We don't know how it's triggered.

Somebody has to go out there
and defuse it.

And it should be me.

I have the ordnance training.

I've never heard of a minefield
with just two mines.

Are the quantum beacons
still mounted on the grappler arm?

I believe so.

Lower them into position.

Then modify the view screen.

Activate the beacon.

They were designed to penetrate
Suliban cloaking devices.

I'll try shifting the phase variance.

Lieutenant Reed to the Bridge.

I've opened the outer hatch.

Wish me luck.

I'm detecting something
in the gamma spectrum,

phase variant 0.0075

REED:
Its surface is pock-marked.

Probably micrometeorite impacts.

It seems to have been in orbit
for some time.

The spikes are magnetic.

Two of them have locked
onto the hull.

REED [OVER RADIO]: Stand by.
I'm gonna run an internal scan.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

REED:
There are proximity sensors

but they appear to be offline.

REED: It looks like the mine
doesn't think it's hit anything.

I believe I've found an access panel.

I'm gonna try and remove it
and get a look inside.

How bad is it?

I can't really tell until we can get
into the decompressed sections,

but I imagine it's pretty ugly.

I've got one piece of good news.

I did a head count,
we didn't lose anyone.

Trip, I'm not sure Malcolm's gonna
be able to defuse this thing.

Couldn't we just detach that section
of hull plating, let it drift away?

We'd have to re-route
some EPS conduits.

There's about 300 bolt couplings.

- It could be done.
- How long?

Three or four hours.

But I wouldn't recommend it, sir.

We'd be exposing a good piece
of the impulse manifold.

Get a team started.

I'll consider it a last resort.

REED:
I'm removing the panel.

REED:
The arming mechanism's extending.

Captain.

We see it, Malcolm.

ARCHER: Ever see a ship like that?
- No.

It's deflecting our scans.

Why didn't the beacons
let us see through its cloak?

Perhaps the mine's using
a more primitive cloaking system.

[MONITOR BEEPS]

Sir, they're hailing us.

[ALIEN SPEAKING
IN ALIEN LANGUAGE OVER RADIO]

The translator's not locking on.

Archer to Sickbay.

Yes, captain.

ARCHER: Is Hoshi in any shape
to return to the Bridge? It's urgent.

I'm afraid not.

She suffered
a rather severe concussion.

ARCHER:
Understood.

Tell them I'm on my way.

You'd be of little help
in your present condition, ensign.

[ALIEN SPEAKING
IN ALIEN LANGUAGE OVER RADIO]

- Any luck?
- Not yet.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

They're charging weapons.

They missed our starboard nacelle
by less than 20 meters.

Not a very subtle warning shot.

[ALIEN SPEAKING
IN ALIEN LANGUAGE OVER RADIO]

Can you get us out of here?

The orbits of those mines
are pretty erratic, sir.

- It's going to be tricky.
- We'll give you whatever help we can.

- Bridge to Lieutenant Reed.
REED: Go ahead.

Our friends seem to be anxious
for us to leave.

We're going to break orbit,
nice and slowly.

Understood.

If you plan to go to warp, sir,
you'll let me know?

ARCHER:
I'll try to remember.

- Maneuvering thrusters only.
- Aye, sir.

ARCHER:
Activate the beacon.

Our friends just vanished.

ARCHER: That doesn't mean
they're not still close.

REED: Lieutenant Reed to Bridge.
- Go ahead.

I've identified
four separate denotation circuits.

If I can isolate them
in the proper sequence,

I should be able
to deactivate the mine.

It'll take some doing,

but to be honest, captain,
it's only a theory.

How good a theory?

REED:
The closest thing I'm familiar with

that this device resembles

is a Triton-class spatial torpedo.

I've disarmed at least half
a dozen of those.

I believe I can do it, sir.

I've got Trip
working on a backup plan

but I'd prefer not to use it.

Right now, you're our best bet.

Be careful, Malcolm.

I see it.

[SCREAMS]

[GROANING]

Bridge.

Go ahead.

REED: Another one of those spikes
I told you about.

What about it?

It just magnetized itself to the hull.

ARCHER:
Is there a problem?

On its way,

it went through my leg, sir.

I'm on my way, lieutenant.
The Bridge is yours.

Captain, I should be the one
to go out there.

- I'm the engineer.
- That's why I need you here, Trip.

You'll have to wait in line for my
osmotic eel to cauterize your wound.

- He's getting quite a workout today.
HOSHI: Doctor.

- Ensign.
- They need a translator.

- I should be at my post.
- I realize you're anxious to help,

but you wouldn't make it
to the turbo lift.

If you'd like, I could have them
bring the com-logs here.

Thank you, doctor.

ARCHER:
Thought you might need a hand.

Actually, I'd prefer a leg.

Let's see what we can do
with the one you've got.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

Could have been worse.
It missed the bone.

And it looks like the pressure
from the spike

is keeping the wound
from bleeding too much.

You'll be in Sickbay in no time.

These should cut right through it.

REED:
Actually, sir, I wouldn't do that.

My scans showed detonation circuits
inside the spikes.

I would consider
letting you amputate,

but if chef got hold of it,

he'd be serving roast Reed
for Sunday dinner.

[CHUCKLES]

Just give me something for the pain

and I'll do my best to reach
the access panel.

Not without doing
more damage to that leg.

What's more important,
my leg or your ship?

- I intend to save both.
- I don't see how.

That backup plan
I was telling you about?

I asked Trip to prepare to detach
this section of hull plating.

- Seemed like a good idea at the time.
- It's still a good idea.

ARCHER:
Not with you attached to it.

I hope that's an anesthetic.

Phlox's own recipe.

[REED SIGHS]

Please, sir, may I have some more?

I don't want you too sedated.

I'm gonna need your help.

Someone's gotta defuse this thing.

You're gonna talk me through it.

With all due respect, captain,

disarming mines
is extremely delicate business.

I'm trained for it.

You're not.

I'm a quick study.

It's too dangerous.

ARCHER:
In case you haven't noticed, lieutenant,

we're sitting about five meters
from an impulse reactor.

I'm not leaving till we take
this weapon off-line.

Sir.

The way I see it,
you don't have much choice.

You're sort of stuck here.

So would you let me get started?

REED:
I hope you've got a steady hand.

They're ordering us to leave
their system immediately

- or they'll destroy us.
- Charming.

Could you figure out a way to compose
a message back explaining

- we're going as fast as we can?
- I can try.

T'POL:
And their next message?

They say they've annexed this planet
in the name of something called

The Romulan Star Empire.

T'POL:
Romulan.

It's pronounced Romulan.

ARCHER:
Romulans?

I read about them
when I was with Daniels.

TRIP: What'd you find out?
- Not much. Just the name.

He wouldn't let me
see anything else. T'Pol?

They're rumored to be
an aggressive, territorial species,

but the Vulcan High Command has
never made direct contact with them.

Ensign Sato's translation
says that they're demanding

that we withdraw
from the system immediately.

That's going to be a little tough
to do at the moment.

Is there any way
you can explain our situation?

She believes she'll have a reply
prepared within the hour.

How's it going out there, captain?

ARCHER: We've taken two
of the detonation circuits off-line.

Three more to go. Keep me posted.

REED:
The next one's going to be tricky.

Do you see the Y-shaped components
surrounding the circuit?

- There are six of them.
REED: Right.

Those are timing relays.

You'll have to rotate each one
counterclockwise 70 degrees.

But it has to be done
in the proper order.

I'll guide you through it.

Start with the relay
to your upper right.

One centimeter and then turn it
70 degrees counterclockwise.

Good.

Now, pull it out slowly.

Be careful not to touch the housing.

Well done.

Now, complete that set
on the diagonal.

- So where were we?
- Sir?

This morning, at breakfast,
before we were interrupted.

You said

you didn't follow any particular sport.

Well, I'm afraid I haven't started
following one since breakfast, sir.

Now, go to the relay top center.

Watch that one.
I believe it may be damaged.

It'll need some extra torque
to deactivate it.

How about hobbies?

- Any hobbies?
- No. Not really, sir.

I could have sworn I've seen you
reading a book in the mess hall.

Sir,

do you really think that this is
the appropriate time for a chat?

It helps me focus. Calms my nerves.

- Well, it isn't calming mine.
- Sorry.

It made you a little nervous
this morning too, didn't it?

Why is that?

If you must know,

I was honored to be asked
to sit at your table.

I just wasn't entirely comfortable
having a casual meal with my captain.

I was trained not to fraternize
with superior officers.

Never too late to learn.

Frankly, sir, from my point of view,

that kind of socializing
has no place on a starship.

I had a CO once felt the same way.

"They're your crew not your friends."

I thought about that a lot
when I took this command.

But then I realized
this is not your typical mission.

We could be out here for years.

All we have to depend on
is each other.

There are two left.

Top left first.

I appreciate your suggestions,
Malcolm.

Anything else?

Well,

since you asked, Bridge protocols
have become somewhat lax.

Too many people offering opinions.

We're here to carry out
your orders, sir. You're the captain.

What's the point of having
a senior staff

if they just sit around
with their mouths shut?

I'm glad they have opinions.

I rely on them.

Keep going.

And in the area of security,

I sometimes think you could show
a little more caution, sir.

I'm aware of your concerns
in that area.

Not to say that it hasn't been
a privilege to have served with you.

Ah-ah.

Sir?

You're talking in the past tense,
lieutenant.

Now re-insert all six relays

but in the reverse order.

You're doing fine, sir.

Thanks.

You've earned yourself a break,
Travis.

Ensign Hutchison can cover the helm
for a while.

Thank you, sir,
but I'd prefer to stay at my post.

[RADIO BEEPS]

- Bridge to Captain Archer.
ARCHER [OVER RADIO]: Go ahead.

We're clear of the minefield.

- Maintain course and speed.
T'POL [OVER RADIO]: Understood.

This last detonation circuit
has an added attraction.

I'm seeing something that looks
like a back-up arming mechanism.

We'll have to fool the circuit
into thinking it's still online.

How do we do that?

There's a hyperspanner
in the equipment case.

Take out its power cell
and strip off the casing.

You must have realized this wasn't
going to be your typical armory posting,

that my command style lacked
a certain spit and polish.

It was obvious,
if you don't mind me saying so.

[CHUCKLES]

- Strange.
- What's strange, sir?

I understand you came from
a long line of Royal Navy men.

Your father, your grandfather.

Why pick Starfleet?

Why not continue
the family tradition?

- God knows I tried.
- What happened?

I'll need a circuit probe.

So, what happened?

I was raised on the water.

I knew how to handle a boat
before I could ride a bicycle.

Studied all the great naval battles.

I don't know,

I suppose I thought
I'd just grow out of it.

Grow out of what?

Aquaphobia.

You're afraid of the water?

More precisely, afraid of drowning.

So instead of a life on the sea

you chose a life
in the vacuum of space?

I had a great-uncle
who suffered from the same problem.

But he faced his fears.

Joined the navy,
had a distinguished career.

All you have to do

is attach it to the cylinder
on your upper right.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

It's working.

Start with the top most component.

Use the caliper
to lift it a few millimeters

and then turn it clockwise
360 degrees

and then gently re-insert it.

He was something of a hero to me.

My great-uncle.

ARCHER: The one with aquaphobia?
REED: Indeed.

He signed up
with the submarine service.

ARCHER:
Talk about facing your deepest fears.

He was a brave man.

Wasn't long before he'd worked
his way up through the ranks.

Made chief engineer
on the HMS Clement.

Do you know the story
of the Clement, sir?

I don't think I do.

Good.
Now, the other five components.

Repeat the same process
on each one. Counterclockwise.

You were telling me
about the Clement.

They were on a routine patrol

when they had an accident.

Now, there's a beautiful irony
for you.

They hit a mine left over
from some World War.

There they were trapped
underneath an ice shelf,

several compartments flooding
including Engineering.

Can you imagine?

My great-uncle,

the man afraid of drowning.

The ship was sinking, losing power.

According to his lieutenant,

my great-uncle sealed himself
in the engine room

and kept the reactor online
long enough

for his crew to make it
to the escape pods.

He went down with the ship.

He did what he had to do
to save his crewmates.

I appreciate
what you're trying to tell me, Malcolm,

but I was hoping

you'd be able to save your heroics
for another time.

I just want you to know, sir,
that I am prepared.

Gotcha.

If we're not able to defuse this mine,

- the safety of the crew...
- I said, I heard you, lieutenant.

I'm afraid we have
another problem, sir.

What? What is it?

I need to use the bathroom.

I won't tell a soul.

In my EV suit, sir?

[LAUGHS]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Sir.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

We're being hailed.

ROMULAN [OVER RADIO]:
You've ignored our warnings.

We were unable to translate
your language until a short time ago.

We're trying to defuse
a weapon lodged on our hull.

ROMULAN:
I'm well aware of your situation.

Our scans show you're prepared
to detach the hull segment

surrounding the mine.

Complete the procedure
and leave this system immediately.

We've got a man trapped out there.

- Don't your scans show you that?
ROMULAN: One crewman.

You have 82 others safely aboard.

Jettison the hull segment and leave.

We will not tolerate espionage.

[RADIO BEEPS]

ARCHER [OVER RADIO]:
T'Pol, report.

They're demanding that we jettison
the section of hull plating and leave.

They scanned us, captain.
They know we're ready to detach it.

I'm defusing
the last detonation circuit.

Stand by.

It's rearming.
Reset that last component. Quickly.

Lieutenant?

When you deactivated
that final circuit,

it triggered a sub-detonator.

- How can we get to it?
- We can't.

It's too deep inside.

We'd have to dismantle
the entire mine.

Captain.

Those heroics we spoke about...

I think it may be time.

You've done all you can, sir.

For what it's worth,

- you'd make a fine armory officer.
- Show me that sub-detonator.

I'd prefer a burial at sea

if I'm not completely vaporized.

I thought you were
afraid of the water.

- Your scanner, lieutenant.
- I told you, sir.

There's nothing we can do.

We'll dismantle this thing
piece by piece if we have to.

- That'll take days.
- My schedule's open.

And these Romulans?

They don't seem
like the patient types.

The longer we stay in this system,
the more likely they're going to attack.

As much as I appreciate
all your efforts,

you have to detach the hull plating.

It's the only option.

I'm not about to leave
one of my crew behind.

- You're putting Enterprise at risk.
- We're wasting time.

Help me figure out a way to get
you off of here. That's an order.

[GROANS]

What the hell are you doing?

ARCHER:
Great.

If I were the kind of captain
you think I should be,

I'd bust your ass back to crewman.

Begging your pardon, sir,

but if you were that kind of captain,

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

You'd have cut me loose by now.

I'm not gonna do that, Malcolm.

When we triggered
that sub-detonator

why didn't the mine explode
right away?

How many seconds went by
before I rearmed it?

- Sir?
- How many seconds?

I don't remember.

- Ten, maybe 12.
- It felt more like 20.

Ten, 20, what's the difference?

If it had exploded,

how big would the yield have been?

Judging by the damage
the first mine caused,

I'd guess about a quarter
of a kiloton.

What are you getting at, sir?

ARCHER:
How close is your team to finishing?

TRIP:
They're down to the last few couplings.

- What's going on out there?
- We're gonna detach the plating.

I'm sure you did everything you could,
captain.

I'm going with him.

Could a shuttlepod hatch withstand
a quarter kiloton blast?

- Depends how close it was.
- Twenty meters, maybe 25.

They're reinforced with duratanium
alloy. They can take a beating.

What have you got in mind?

I need two shuttlepod hatches.

Have them brought up here
on the double.

TRIP: Sir?
- On the double.

Captain, I assume there's no point
in my questioning your plan.

- Bridge to Captain Archer.
- Go ahead.

T'POL [OVER RADIO]:
We're ready.

See you soon.

Hang on, fellas.

Six hundred meters.

TRIP:
Another hundred ought to do it.

Sub-commander.

Hail them.

[RADIO BEEPS]

No response.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

- They're charging weapons.
T'POL: Polarize the hull plating.

I'll do what I can, but keep in mind,
we're missing some of it.

REED:
It's rearming.

ARCHER:
That's it. Let's go.

Now, Malcolm!

[RADIO BEEPS]

Enterprise to Captain Archer.

Captain, respond.

Maybe their transmitters
were knocked out in the blast.

Travis?

I see them.
Bearing two, one, three, mark four.

Closing in.

Open the doors to Launch Bay 2.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

The Romulans are locking weapons.

- Bridge to Dr. Phlox.
PHLOX: Go ahead.

- Meet us outside Launch Bay 2.
TRIP: They're targeting our engines.

A hundred meters more.

Fifty.

I've got them.
Sealing launch bay doors.

Go to warp, ensign.

[REED GRUNTING]

You all right?

All things considered.

If I may say so, sir, your style of
command does have its advantages.

So how long was it?

I counted ten seconds.

Ten? It was more like 20.

Respectfully, sir, it was ten.

I'm not gonna argue with you,
Malcolm.

It was 20. That's an order.