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NARRATOR:
Last time on Enterprise:

[POWERING UP]

There's been an attack on Earth.

We've been recalled.

MAN:
The probe was sent by the Xindi.

They learned that their world
would be destroyed by humans

in 400 years.

REED:
Is there gonna be some kind of service?

TRIP:
My sister wasn't big on memorials.

She was no more important
than any of them.

She was more important to you.

There's nothing wrong
with admitting that.

SOVAL:
Are you suggesting this is a Xindi?

I'd sure as hell like to find out.

You're to return to Vulcan.

I believe
that should be my decision.

SOVAL:
We received a distress call.

Every crewman on board
had been anatomically inverted,

their bodies splayed open,

and they were still alive.

I want to remain aboard Enterprise.

I've decided
to resign my commission.

FORREST: Do you think you'll be
comfortable with military on board?

I don't have a problem
with non-Starfleet personnel.

I'm gonna need all the muscle I can get
when we cross into the Expanse.

I can't wait to get in there,
captain.

And find the people who did this.

And tell me
we won't be tiptoeing around.

None of that non-interference crap
T'Pol's always shoving down our throats.

We'll do what we have to, Trip.

It could simply be a coincidence.

You're being naïve.

Their planet is 50 light years away.

It is not a coincidence.

How do you know your contacts
gave you accurate information?

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

They have no way of knowing
that we launched the probe.

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

How many humans are aboard?

When will it be ready?

The next series of tests
is being prepared.

We will accomplish nothing
if all you do is run tests.

We must be patient.

We must follow the plan
that we all agreed to.

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

Learn everything you can
about this human vessel.

[HISSES]

How long till we get there?

T'POL:
Another three hours.

Did the freighter captain say
who we're supposed to contact?

The foreman of the north mine.
He's expecting us.

What makes this captain so certain
one of the miners is Xindi?

He's not.

He just said he thinks
there was a Xindi aboard a transport

he took there a few years ago.

And it is safe to enter orbit?

There are no
security considerations?

He didn't mention any.

With all due respect, sir,
we should approach with caution.

The freighter captain
was of questionable character.

Where are we, Malcolm?

- Sir?
- This room. What did it used to be?

A storage bay, sir,
conduit housings, I believe.

But it got retrofitted.

Starfleet went to a lot of trouble
to turn it into our new Command Center.

Why is that, Malcolm?

Because of our mission, sir.

- To find the Xindi, right?
- Right.

So this state-of-the-art equipment
was put in here

to help us gather
all the pieces of the puzzle.

Figure out
who's trying to destroy Earth.

Right.

Six weeks.

We've been in this Expanse
for six weeks.

What data have we gathered?

What pieces of the puzzle
have we started to put together?

Not a single one.

We don't have the luxury of being safe
or cautious anymore.

And if the only lead we can find

comes from a freighter captain
of questionable character,

then that's good enough for me.

Understood?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Understood.

[HAYES CHUCKLES]

Is this seat taken?

HAYES:
Ma'am?

I'm Hoshi Sato.

Oh, we familiarized ourselves
with all the Bridge officers, ensign.

I'm Major Hayes.
This is Sergeant Kemper,

Corporals Romero and Chang.

Military Assault Command.

Captain Archer wanted the best.

Looks like you've all gotten
your space legs.

Some of us are still visiting
Dr. Phlox every morning.

Wonders of modern medicine.

What do you think of our doctor,
sergeant?

I imagine you don't run into many
Denobulans in Duluth, Minnesota.

Actually,
I'm stationed outside of Atlanta.

No Denobulans, but we have
our fair share of alien visitors.

You must have gone pretty deep
into our records.

I haven't lived in Duluth
since junior high school.

You may have left Duluth, but you've still
got plenty of Duluth left in your inflections.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- Excuse me?

Ensign Sato's a linguist, Kemper.

Give her enough time, she could probably
tell you what street you grew up on.

Do you have any idea
where we're headed?

I'm sure Captain Archer
will let us know when he has reason to.

HAYES:
Let's hope it's soon.

The quicker you folks find these Xindi,
the quicker we can get to work.

We have a briefing in a few minutes.

If you'll excuse us.

- Just Bay 2?
- Yes, sir.

Cargo Bays 1 and 3
seem unaffected.

- When did it start?
- About ten minutes ago.

Ensign McFarlane got pretty banged up,
but he's gonna be okay.

You sure it's not a problem
with the grav-plating?

Trust me, captain.

It's not the grav-plating.

Careful, sir.
Stay close to the door.

Just give it a minute.

[RUMBLING]

You're right.

It's not the grav-plating.

Any volatile material
in those containers?

I would've known by now.

Seal it off.

Let's hope this little anomaly doesn't last
any longer than the others did.

[RUMBLING]

Ah.

Come look at this.

The pigmentation is far more colorful
than I would have suspected.

- What are we looking at?
- Oh, um...

Xindi epithelial cells

harvested from the corpse
they found inside the crashed probe.

- It looks more like scales.
- Precisely.

When I'm finished constructing
my physiometric profile,

I wouldn't be surprised to find
he has, uh, reptilian characteristics.

You wanted to see me?

Do you have any siblings?

No.

Commander Tucker had one sister.

- She was killed in the attack.
- I'm aware of that.

He's having difficulty
dealing with the loss.

It's to be expected.

More specifically,
it's affecting his sleep.

I've been giving him sedatives,
but I'd like to see him start tapering off.

I'm not sure I understand.

I believe the commander would be a fine
candidate for Vulcan neuro-pressure.

I doubt the commander would have
the patience to sit in one place

long enough
to get through the first posture.

I'm certain,
with your delicate guidance--

Delicate is not a word I associate
with Mr. Tucker.

The instruction
of neuro-pressure is...

...a very intimate act.

And he's suffered
a very intimate loss.

He needs your help.

Have him come to my quarters.

There's, um, heh, one little problem.

Assuming that you'd agree
to my request,

I suggested all of this
to Commander Tucker earlier today.

He was

less than enthusiastic.

I don't understand.

Perhaps if I could get him
to go to your quarters,

you might be able to convince him
of the lasting benefits

of Vulcan neuro-pressure.

REED:
We should have worn EV suits.

ARCHER: The doctor said
it was safe for short periods.

REED:
Heh. Safe?

You call this safe?

Oh, I've been in--

[COUGHING]

ARCHER:
Try not to breathe.

REED:
Yes, sir.

I'm Captain Archer
of the starship Enterprise.

- We've come to see--
- GUARD: This way.

FOREMAN:
Archer.

I'm Jonathan Archer.
This is Lieutenant Reed.

I've been told you might be able
to make it worth my while

if I were to arrange
a certain introduction.

Depends what you mean
by worth your while.

Well, I've always had
a fondness for platinum,

specifically in its liquefied state.

I'm afraid we don't carry
precious metals on board.

FOREMAN:
Mmm.

Pity.

I'm sure there's something else
we could offer you.

I don't make a habit of allowing people
to interrupt my workers.

Xindi or otherwise.

What about the antimatter relays?

Their linings are coated
with a platinum-cobalt alloy.

Trip could probably strip them down
and separate the metals.

How much platinum
are we talking about?

Well, I'm a reasonable man.

I'm sure you could part with, say,
half a liter.

I'd need to see this man,
scan him, confirm that he's Xindi.

FOREMAN:
No.

[COUGHING]

That won't be necessary.

Why would you do this?

Unfortunate accident.

I expect to see you back tomorrow.

Good day. Ugh.

Elizabeth.

Lizzie,
you've got to get out of there.

Elizabeth.

Please.

Get out of there.

[SPEAKING INAUDIBLY]

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

A blood sample
would have sufficed, some saliva.

Is it Xindi?

Yes and no.

I need something
a little more concrete, doctor.

The genetic profile
is nearly identical to tissue samples

taken from the corpse
found on Earth.

Their base-pair sequencing
is far closer than,

say, um, humans and chimpanzees.

Nearly identical, but not quite.

Like humans and Neanderthals?

Hm. A reasonable analogy.

After analyzing
the remains of the Xindi corpse,

I was able to provide the computer
with enough data to create this rendering.

However, this humanoid is reptilian.

That finger is not.

It's covered with skin,
not unlike yours or mine.

But it's Xindi, all the same.

I wish I could be more helpful,
captain.

- Sir.
- How's it coming?

We're gonna end up
stripping more than 200 relays

to get half a liter
of liquefied platinum,

but you'll have it
by this afternoon.

Let me know when it's ready.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I've got to have something stronger
to help me sleep tonight, doc.

Very well.

Come by at around, uh, 2200 hours.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.

TRIP: You're aware this stuff is volatile
above 30 degrees Celsius?

I'm familiar with the properties
of liquid platinum.

TRIP:
I've insulated the outer container.

It should keep everything
pretty stable.

There's a little more
than a half liter in here.

Uh... What exactly do you want
with our Xindi friend?

He's not very attractive,

especially after his recent surgery.

I have something
to discuss with him.

And what might that be?

I brought you what you asked for.

Now let me see the Xindi.

His work group should be awake
in about an hour's time.

It took six of my men half the night
to extract this platinum.

I think you could wake him
an hour early.

[COUGHING]

Is trellium-D the only thing
you mine here?

FOREMAN:
The only thing.

Trellium-D.

TRIP: I'm not familiar with it.
What's it used for?

Insulation.

Mostly for interstellar vessels.

What insulation
does your ship use, captain?

ARCHER: Our outer hull
is lined with duranium.

I imagine
you must have a very large crew.

And why would you imagine that?

[GRUNTING]

Take your time.

Do I have you to thank for this?

The foreman said it was an accident.

Did he?
What do you want?

- You're Xindi?
- Nine-fingered Xindi.

What do you want?

Where's your homeworld?

You came all the way
to this hideous planet,

bribed the foreman to see me
for what, directions to my planet?

I find that hard to believe.

We have important business
with your people.

But you don't know
where to find them?

Well, if you want information,

you're going to have to
help me escape from this place.

What do you mean, escape?

Do these look like volunteers?

We're captives, slaves.

A simple set of coordinates.

That's all I want.

I'm prepared to pay you.

The only payment I'm interested in
is my freedom.

If you can't provide me with that,
stop wasting my time.

I don't know what you're doing in this
place, and I don't particularly care.

But we didn't come here
to stage a prison break.

So why don't you
just give us the coordinates

and we'll stop wasting
each other's time?

Not until you get me off this planet.

You know, I'm not sure why,

but I'm just itching
to kick the hell out of you.

ARCHER:
Trip.

Take it easy.

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPS]

- Archer here.
- T'POL: Captain.

There are three warships
approaching at warp.

Their hull alloys match the mining
towers on the surface.

How long before they get here?

Two hours, sir.

Go to tactical alert.

- We're heading back to the shuttlepod.
- Understood.

Shuttlepod?
You have a starship in orbit?

You've made it so easy for them.

Usually, they have to go out and find ships
to replenish their labor force.

You flew right into their trap.

[KESSICK LAUGHING]

Archer to Enterprise.

[STATIC CRACKLING]

Enterprise, respond.

You might consider waiting
for your colleagues to rescue you,

but it sounds like they're about
to become quite busy.

If you have a shuttlepod on the surface,
I can get you to it,

but you'll have to take me with you.

[RADIO BEEPS]

There's an audio message
coming in from the mine foreman.

This is Enterprise.

FOREMAN:
I'm afraid your captain

and his associate
are going to be slightly delayed.

We have three cargo vessels
approaching,

and we've had to begin
de-ionizing our landing decks.

How long a delay?

No more than an hour.

We've detected your cargo ships.
They're heavily armed.

Trellium-D
is a highly valued substance,

and I'm certain you've noticed

that this is not one
of the friendlier regions of space.

Can I talk to Captain Archer?

Not at the moment.

He requested to speak to a miner
who resides on Level 22.

I spoke with him a few minutes ago.

The de-ionizing process prevents us
from communicating with the lower levels.

I'll have him contact you
as soon as he returns.

Keep trying to reach the captain.

Something doesn't smell right.

I want you to come up with a plan

to recover the captain
and Commander Tucker.

Have it in place in one hour.

Get Major Hayes to help you.

Sewage takes
on a whole new meaning

when it comes
from a dozen different species.

Thirty-one, to be exact.

Help me with this.

There's a lever below your knees.

Pull it up.

Plasma Duct 13. Hasn't been used
since I've been here.

TRIP:
Why is there a hatch here?

- KESSICK: There's one every eight levels.
- What are you doing?

Opening the emergency baffle,
up there.

It's a steel plate that locks into place
during maintenance cycles.

Follow me.

[HAYES AND REED
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Have you heard from the captain?
- Not yet.

The foreman isn't responding
to our hails.

- The ships?
- Less than an hour away.

Are you ready?

They're armed to the teeth down there,
but it is doable.

We only have one bone of contention.

The major here thinks
my security team is far too valuable

to bring down
and put in the line of fire.

- He wants to take his men.
- It's a simple matter of priorities.

If those warships get here
before we return from the surface,

you could find yourselves
dealing with a boarding party.

You'd be in far better hands
with a security force

who knows Enterprise inside and out.

I plan to have my men back on board
with the captain and Trip

long before those ships arrive.

With all due respect, sir,
we can't be certain of that.

The decision is yours, lieutenant,
but I agree with Major Hayes.

Your team may not be back in time.

Select six of your men
and meet me in Launch Bay 1.

I'll be commanding the mission.

Very good, sir.

Coming from a military family,
I've seen men like Hayes all my life.

Lieutenant?

That had nothing to do with who knows
Enterprise inside and out.

It had to do with who the major thinks is
more capable of carrying out this rescue.

GUARD: They're gone.
All three of them.

That's impossible.

We've searched
the entire cell perimeter.

FOREMAN:
Post guards at their landing craft.

If they get back to their starship,
I'll lose nearly a hundred new workers.

If this leads to the surface...

...why didn't you use it before?

The residue in the atmosphere
is at least 30 times more toxic

than it is down here.

This is the first time I've had the luxury
of a ship waiting for me.

[SIGHS]

The lower levels are hyper-saturated
with ionized particles,

so you'll have to get within a hundred
meters to pick up their bio-signs.

We've got less than
half an hour to do it.

FOREMAN:
Duct 13.

They've opened
two emergency baffles.

GUARD:
They're nearly to the surface.

We should destroy their landing pod.

No, too valuable.

How long would it take to re-direct
the plasma flow into that conduit?

I'll see to it.

[GRUNTING]

You've risked your lives
to learn where my homeworld is

because you say you have
important business with my people?

Which species?

Have you ever even met
a Xindi before today?

One.

And he didn't look
very much like you.

Not all of them do.

There are five distinct species
of Xindi,

and five distinct opinions
on which one is dominant.

[CLANKING]

What was that?

[CLANKING]

That sounded an awful lot like
those emergency baffles we opened.

Why would they open the rest?
It'll just help us get--

[RUMBLING]

I thought you said this duct
isn't used anymore.

It isn't.
They've obviously re-routed the plasma.

How far up
to the next maintenance hatch?

- How far?
- I don't know.

TRIP: I think the safest bet
is to head back down to the last one.

- I think you're right.
- That's where the plasma is coming from.

- We should go up.
- Suit yourself.

It's too late. We'll be killed.

TRIP:
Shut up. Just shut up.

We're gonna have to
pick up the pace, gentlemen.

[ALL GRUNTING]

Wait a minute.

- Get out of my way.
- TRIP: What the hell?

You stupid son of a bitch.

I ought to open this hatch
and throw you down into--

They forced me to come with them.

They said they'd kill me
if I didn't.

Just now, this one,
he tried to throw me into the plasma.

He said they didn't need me anymore.
Thank you, thank you.

If you hadn't been waiting here,
I don't know what--

Pick him up.

I'd have preferred having you join
your crew members

as new additions to my workforce.

But you've turned out to be
more trouble than you're worth.

Select a detail,

take them to the surface.

Shoot all three of them.

[GRUNTING]

- You okay?
- Yes, sir.

[NECK SNAPS]

[YELLS]

Nice shot.

[EXPLOSION]

REED:
Captain.

It took a little doing, sir,
but we got through the outer hatch.

Where do you think you're going?

You promised to take me away
from here.

TRIP: That was before
your little performance back there.

- KESSICK: Please. You have to help me.
- You had your chance.

The coordinates of my homeworld.

If you want them,
you'll have to take me with you.

- You're lying.
- No. I promise you.

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPS]

- Reed to Mayweather.
- MAYWEATHER: Go ahead.

We've got them.
Lock onto my location and set down.

Understood.

[GRUNTS]

Let's go.

Captain?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

- Both shuttlepods have left the surface.
- Is everybody aboard?

Everybody plus one.

The warships?

Still at warp 4,
ETA approximately seven minutes.

Tell the pods
to dock simultaneously.

Prepare to go to maximum warp.

ARCHER:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

The three alien warships
followed Enterprise for nearly an hour,

but couldn't keep up with us.

I guess they'll have to look elsewhere
for new additions to their labor force.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Come in.

I'm terribly sorry, captain,
but there was nothing I could do.

I realize how important it would've been
to have a Xindi to help us.

He wasn't a particularly helpful Xindi,
doctor.

You'd be surprised.

It was extremely difficult
and painful for him to speak,

but he managed to dictate this to me
before he died.

He said you'd know what it meant.

I'll be damned.

They're the coordinates.

I must have been in the shower
for two hours,

and I still have that crap in my hair
and under my nails.

We cleared bio-scan.
That's all that matters.

Yeah. The two new guys who got hurt,
are they okay?

The doctor's got them back
in their quarters already.

You gotta admit, their team
did a pretty impressive job down there.

Well, nothing your guys
couldn't have done just as well.

I'm not so sure about that.

- See you in the morning.
- All right.

Ah. How are you feeling, commander?

Tired.

You said you'd give me
something to sleep.

Very well.

If you wouldn't mind, commander,
I promised T'Pol

I'd take these bio-scans
to her quarters,

but I still have quite a bit of work
to do here.

No problem, doc.

Thanks.

- Sickbay to T'Pol.
- T'POL: Yes, doctor.

Commander Tucker's
on his way to your quarters.

He believes I just gave him a sedative,
but it was only a placebo.

He's had a rather difficult day.

I believe you have your work
cut out for you.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Sorry to drop by so late,

but Phlox said
you were expecting this.

Thank you. Please sit down.

I don't think
I'd be very good company right now.

Anyway, I still have a few more showers
to take before I get all this

trellium-D off me.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Thanks, but it might keep me up.
The doctor just gave me a sedative.

You're having trouble sleeping
as well?

I never would have pegged you
for an insomniac.

I believe the Expanse
has been disrupting my REM patterns.

Probably nothing
a good hypospray couldn't cure.

Vulcan science teaches us to prompt
our bodies to create their own medicines.

So why are you still having trouble
sleeping?

The neural nodes that need to be
stimulated are difficult to reach.

Hmm.

Perhaps you could help me.

I don't really know if I can--

Three centimeters on either side
of the fifth vertebrae.

You can apply considerable pressure.

I'm not sure which of these is, uh...

Right there.

Right here?

A little closer together.

Harder.

If I push any harder,
I'll knock you over.

Just like that.

Please continue.

[SIGHS]

That was far more effective
than a hypospray.

Glad to be of assistance.

It would be only fair for me
to return the favor.

Please, disrobe.

I'm, uh...

I'm really flattered, sub-commander,

and don't think
under different circumstances,

I wouldn't jump at the chance.

Are you implying
I'm making sexual advances?

No.

No, no, no, not at all.
I was just...

You see,

the doctor gave me this sedative,
and I...

...think it's starting to work.

The doctor injected you
with a placebo.

He sent you here because
he wanted me to persuade you

to try Vulcan neuro-pressure.

As I predicted,
it was a pointless exercise.

- Why didn't he just ask me?
- He did. You refused.

So this whole thing
was just a setup.

The doctor knows
how intransigent you can be.

- Intransigent?
- Unwilling to compromise.

I know what it means,
but it just so happens it's not true.

I'm as willing to compromise
as anyone else.

Then take off your shirt.

[VERTEBRAE CRACK]

MAYWEATHER:
Sir, we're approaching the coordinates.

Tactical alert.
Stand by weapons.

Any indications
that we're being scanned?

No, sir.

No vessels,
no signs of technology, nothing.

How many inhabited planets?

I'm not detecting any planets,
inhabited or otherwise.

That son of a bitch lied to us.

Phlox said the Xindi used his dying
breath to give us these coordinates.

Why would he lie?

Sir, I'm picking up a debris field.

A ship?

- It's a lot bigger than that.
- Put it up.

It's nearly 80 million kilometers long.

It was a planet.

Move us in closer.

How long ago did this happen?

Judging by the field dispersion,

approximately 120 years.

I'm pretty sure
there was a population here.

I'm picking up refined metals
and traces of alloys.

Some of them match the hull
of the Xindi probe.

They're building a weapon.

They're planning to annihilate Earth
because they think

we're going to destroy their world
in 400 years.

How is that possible if their world
doesn't exist anymore?

Hasn't existed for decades?

We know the probe that attacked Earth

was built somewhere in this Expanse,
and it was built recently.

It's logical to assume the new weapon
is being developed at the same location.

But if it's not here...

Prepare to go to warp 4.

What course, sir?

Deeper into the Expanse.

Long-range sensors show
increasing numbers of spatial distortions.

You heard me, Travis.

They scanned the debris
and left nearly three hours ago.

- Their heading?
- Toward the Orassin distortion fields.

Then it's unlikely they'll survive.

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

If they are
the first wave of an invasion,

it would be best
for us to remain hidden.

Let them keep searching.

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]