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She's coming to!

[T'POL GROANING]

T'POL:
Let me go!

- Let me go!
- Stop!

- I'll kill you!
- We're not gonna hurt you!

You liar!

No! Get away from me! No!

[SCREAMS]

[T'POL GRUNTING]

The damage is severe.

- Can you reverse it?
- I am not certain.

- What is he doing?
- It's all right. He's trying to help.

He's trying to kill me!
Like you killed the others!

Murderers! Get away!

[SCREAMING]
No!

No!

I talked with Chef at dinner.
He's a little worried about the crew.

People are skipping meals.

He figures they're either too busy
or the stress is starting to get to them.

I haven't had much
of an appetite myself.

Movie night's been on hold
since we entered the Expanse.

Maybe we should start it up again.

There'll be plenty of time for movies
after we've dealt with the Xindi.

No one hates the Xindi
more than I do, captain.

But I'm telling you,
this crew needs a little R&R.

Unless you want Phlox to start
medicating people, we've gotta--

We've gotta find a way
to boost morale.

What did you have in mind?

I was thinking about a comedy.

One of the classic
Hope and Crosby pictures.

Good choice.

Captain?

We've been reviewing
some of these Xindi starcharts.

Trip thought they might help us
figure out

if there are any more spatial anomalies
in the region.

I would have helped you do that.

It's late.
I didn't wanna get you out of bed.

Besides, our resident insomniac
was looking for something to do.

You have plans Tuesday night?

Not at the moment.

Mess Hall, 1900 hours.

- Movie night?
- Back by popular demand.

- HOSHI: Bridge to Captain Archer.
- Go ahead.

I'm picking up
an automated distress call, sir.

It's Vulcan.

- Have you tried hailing them?
- HOSHI: Several times.

I'm on my way.

Where are they?

Three-point-two light years,
bearing 016 mark 12.

I recognize
the transponder frequency.

It's the Seleya.

They entered the Expanse
nine months ago.

Keep hailing them.

Set a course.

The asteroids are moving
in a chaotic fashion.

Their paths are unpredictable.

It may be the result
of some spatial anomalies.

Where's the Vulcan ship?

Approximately 2,000 kilometers
dead ahead.

TRIP: I can guess why
they were interested in this field.

The asteroids are loaded
with trellium ore.

It looks a little too crowded
in there for Enterprise.

Wake up Mister Reed. Tell him
to meet us in the Launch Bay.

Aye, sir.

Try to get your hands
on some of that ore.

T'Pol.

Starboard bow, 340 meters.

I see it.

No damage, though we may need
a fresh coat of paint.

How much farther?

Twelve-hundred kilometers.

I could take the helm,
if you'd like.

Maybe on the way back.

So, what else do you know
about the Seleya?

A great deal.

I served on it for over a year.

It was my last assignment before
joining the Consulate on Earth.

I was the deputy science officer
under Captain Voris.

Any idea what they were doing
in the Expanse?

They were attempting to chart
the thermobaric perimeter.

After several days, they reported
that they'd become caught

in some kind of subspace eddy,

and were being pulled
into the Expanse.

It was their final transmission.

The Vankaara was sent to find them.

You already know what happened
to that crew.

Let's hope the Seleya
fared a little better.

Directly ahead, 200 meters.

Hang on!

Good isotope density.

We should get at least half a kilo
out of this one.

Let's try for something bigger
this time.

How about, uh, this one?

I've got a lock.

TRIP:
Travis?

There's an overload
in the resequencer.

Shut it down.

I can't.

[PANEL BUZZING]

Ugh, this thing's useless!

The coils are fused.

What if I could put a shuttlepod
down on one of the big ones?

They're pretty unpredictable.

- You sure you could land safely?
- I can try.

[TRIP SIGHS]

This will be a new one
for the maintenance crew.

Main power's offline.

Their hull's taken quite a beating.

Life support?

Minimal. Decks 12 and 13
have decompressed.

I'm reading multiple bio-signs.

This is Captain Archer
of the starship Enterprise.

Please respond.

Seleya, come in.

The starboard docking port
is still intact.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[TRICORDER BEEPING]

REED:
Captain.

They were lining this bulkhead
with trellium.

They didn't get very far.

I'm reading bio-signs on this deck.

I can't isolate them.

Take starboard.

REED:
Vulcan blood.

[METALLIC CLANGING NEARBY]

One bio-sign.

[T'POL SHRIEKS]

[GRUNTS]

You all right?

T'Pol.

I'm fine.

His synaptic pathways
have been severely damaged.

Let's get him to the pod.

Captain!

Keep back!

- Archer to Reed.
- REED: Go ahead, sir.

ARCHER:
Have you come across anyone?

- Not yet.
- ARCHER: Watch yourself

Something's happened to them.
They've become violent.

Aye, sir.

[GRUNTING]

[CHOKING AND COUGHING]

- ARCHER: Lieutenant, you okay?
- [PANTING] Yeah.

What happened to them?

Seven more.

That direction. Thirty meters.

Captain.

ARCHER:
Let's get out of here.

What are you doing?

Stun isn't working.
Set our weapons to kill.

These are Vulcan officers.
We're on a rescue mission.

With respect, ma'am,
they don't seem to want our help.

You heard me!

Keep your weapons on stun.

Yes, sir.

HAWKINS:
Captain! Over here!

What are they doing?

We're from
the Starfleet ship Enterprise.

Do you understand me?

[BOTH GRUNTING]

- Is there another way to the airlock?
- No.

[DOOR OPENS]

That way!

Go!

Go on!

[ARCHER GRUNTING]

[CLANGING]

Archer to Enterprise.

Enterprise, respond.

If their com system's intact, we may
contact Enterprise from the Bridge.

Where is it?

Seven decks above us.

Seven?
How many Vulcans are on board?

Assuming the entire crew
is still alive, 147.

If I'm not mistaken,
the launch bay's on this level.

Maybe we can use
one of their shuttles.

The bay's depressurized,
probably from an asteroid impact.

We have to get back to our pod.

T'POL:
That'll be difficult.

All four bulkheads leading
to the airlock have been sealed.

[BANGING]

We should keep moving.

- How's your arm?
- It's fine, sir.

He's losing a lot of blood, captain.
We've got to treat this wound.

- How far to their Sickbay?
- It's two decks up.

Let's go.

Are you all right?

Since we've come aboard,
I've been experiencing anxiety.

Whatever's happened to this crew
may be starting to affect me.

We'll get you out of here
as soon as we can.

TRIP:
This one's more isolated.

And I'm reading large deposits
near the surface.

Can you set us down?

There isn't a flat spot
much bigger than my quarters.

Uh, you're the pilot. It's your call.

Let's go.

I'm matching
the rotational velocity.

Looking good.

Two hundred meters.

- You're drifting to the left.
- Got it.

[PANEL BEEPING]

[SIGHS]

I hope you won't write
that landing up in your log.

Are you kidding? I'm gonna recommend
they give you a medal.

Let's try to make this quick.

[VULCAN YELLS]

Any idea what's causing this?

I'm not a doctor.

But you are my science officer.

I need to know I can depend on you.

I'll do my best.

His name is Solin.

When I served here
he was the chief engineer.

I knew him.

[SOLIN BREATHING HEAVILY]

Can you understand me?

Sub-Commander T'Pol.

We served together.

[GROANS]

Don't you recognize me?

[YELLING]

We're here to help you, but we need
to know what happened to your crew.

Solin, look at me.

Something has made you very ill.

You've lost control.

Tell me what happened.

Tell me!

This is going to happen to me.

ARCHER:
You don't know that.

It's already started.
I can feel my control slipping away.

- We're getting you off this ship.
- It's too late.

We're going to take
the scans you made to Phlox,

and figure out what's going on here.

But first,
we have to get to the shuttle.

How do you open those bulkheads?

The bulkheads.

There's an auxiliary control room
on the engineering deck.

Okay.

Are you all right?

T'Pol, we have to keep moving.

I don't need your help.

Two more bio-signs,
50 meters beyond that hatch.

It's the only way
to the engineering deck.

We'll go deal with them.
Stay with her, Hawkins.

HAWKINS:
Aye, sir.

Water?

No offense.
You look like you could use some.

Thank you.

I apologize
for the way I reacted before.

You were right,
this is a rescue mission.

May I ask you a question?

How is it possible
that this crew can turn so violent

when Vulcans aren't supposed
to have emotions?

A common misconception.

We have emotions. We simply
keep them suppressed, under control.

Something has obviously caused them
to lose that control.

Why would they wanna kill us?

There was a time in the past when
we were an extremely violent race.

We nearly destroyed ourselves.

Paranoia and homicidal rage
were common.

REED:
Five meters.

Any more where they came from?

Not at the moment.

- Archer to Hawkins.
- Go ahead, sir.

- ARCHER: We're all clear.
- Understood. We're on our way.

I heard about the accident
you and T'Pol had in the lab.

TRIP:
Ah, it was minor.

Nothing to write home about.

But you're sure this stuff
is safe to bring on board?

Don't worry. It only tends
to blow up in its liquid state.

[RUMBLING]

- HOSHI: Enterprise to Commander Tucker.
- Go ahead.

Sir, we just picked up a spatial anomaly
at your coordinates.

- TRIP: We saw it.
- It's altered the course of the asteroid.

You're heading into
a denser part of the field.

Grab a seat, commander.

Don't worry about me.
Just get us the hell out of here!

The starboard thruster's failing!

There's debris in the
intake manifold. Can you purge it?

We're clear.
But we've only got one thruster left.

Can you get us home?

I think so.

- Shuttlepod 2 to Enterprise.
- HOSHI: Go ahead, commander.

We're on our way back,
but we've taken damage.

Alert launch bay to get ready
for a rough docking.

Understood.

Secure the door.

T'POL:
The transceiver's been damaged.

ARCHER:
Any chance of repairing it?

- T'Pol?
- What?

Any chance of repairing it?

There's an auxiliary transmitter.

If I can get access to it, we may
be able to contact Enterprise.

Sir, I've encrypted
the locking codes.

But if they're determined
to get in...

TRIP: Looks like the impulse assembly
took a beating.

Open up the engine housings
and run a diagnostic.

HOSHI [OVER COM]:
Bridge to Commander Tucker.

Tucker here.

HOSHI: We're receiving a transmission
from the captain. It sounds urgent.

- Route it down here.
- HOSHI: Go ahead, captain.

Trip. We're gonna need some help
getting off this ship.

How fast can you be here?

Pod 2 took some damage
in the asteroid field, sir.

We're looking at...

a couple of hours
before we can launch again.

- What's the problem?
- It's the Vulcan crew.

Something's wrong with them.

We're going to transmit
some bio-data.

Tell Phlox to start analyzing it.

See if there's anything we can do
to help these people.

TRIP:
Acknowledged. Anything else?

Just get that shuttle flying.

- Aye, sir.
- ARCHER: Archer out.

You heard the captain.
Get a repair team down here.

The bulkhead controls
were severed on Deck 9.

I've rerouted them
through the auxiliary grid.

Mr. Reed, are you finished
with those actuator circuits?

They've all been realigned.

[T'POL GRUNTS]

Are you okay?

What did you do?

I realigned the circuits,
just like you asked me.

These aren't sequenced correctly.

You overloaded
the locking mechanism.

Then we'll have to
try something else.

It's pointless.
The circuits are damaged!

I should have been watching him!

You didn't want me to see.

Now I know what you were doing
in the command center.

- What are you talking about?
- The Xindi starcharts.

You were analyzing them
behind my back.

Undermining my work.

No one's trying
to sabotage your work.

We should all just focus
on getting off this ship safely.

There might be another way, sir.

If we overload the power grid, it would
disrupt the systems all over the ship,

including the Vulcan mechanisms.

The warp reactor
is unstable as it is.

Disrupting main power could shut down
the antimatter containment.

You'd cause a reactor breach.

ARCHER:
I don't think we have much of a choice.

You wanna kill all of us.

You don't trust Vulcans.

You never have.

Sir, that pistol's set to kill.

- Give me the weapon.
- Don't think I've forgotten.

You blamed us for holding you back,

for undermining your father's work.

Now you've decided to take revenge.

- I'll fire!
- ARCHER: Listen to me.

This is a rescue mission.

We're here to save these people.

You're lying.
You want to kill them.

If that's true...

then why would I
keep our weapons on stun?

It's not logical.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

TRIP:
It doesn't make sense.

T'Pol and I have been
working with trellium for weeks.

She hasn't shown any symptoms.

I don't imagine she would have.

Despite your best efforts,
you weren't able to synthesize it

in any significant quantities.

The crew of the Seleya, however,

had the misfortune of wandering into an
asteroid field filled with the compound.

Trellium-D is a potent neurotoxin
to the Vulcan nervous system.

It disrupts the synaptic pathways
that allow them to control emotions.

Unfortunately,
the rate of decay is accelerating.

ARCHER:
Is it too late?

PHLOX [OVER COM]: I can treat her, but I
need to begin synaptic regeneration soon.

What about the Vulcan crew?

[STATIC AND DISTORTION
OVER COM]

Phlox, do you read me?

PHLOX: There's nothing we can do
for the others.

They've been exposed for too long.

The neurological damage is
irreversible. They're dying, captain.

He's lying!
He wants them all to die.

Doctor, there are over 140 people
on this ship.

PHLOX:
I'm sorry, but they've been--

Enterprise. Phlox, do you hear me?
Respond!

- They've shut the com system down.
- HAWKINS: Captain.

They're flooding the compartment
with hexafluorine.

[REED COUGHING]

- Shut it off.
- REED: I can't.

They've bypassed
environmental controls.

They won't let you
destroy this ship.

After you initiate the overload,
how long do we have?

About 15 minutes, maybe less.

No!

You heard the doctor.
They can't be saved, but you can.

- Murderer!
- Help me get her out of here.

- Malcolm?
- Just about there.

Come on.

Climb!

Malcolm!

[PANEL BEEPS]
[ALARM BLARING]

We don't have much time!

T'POL:
No!

No!

- No!
- You can't stay here!

HAWKINS:
Another 20 meters.

Captain!

How are you at the long jump?

Watch her.

Reed.

ARCHER:
Come on.

- You can make it.
- Get away from me.

- It's okay. I'll help you.
- Touch me and I'll kill you!

[YELLS]

Go!

I said, go!

ARCHER:
Give me a hand!

[PANEL BUZZING]

What's wrong?

I can't release the docking clamps.

Full power to thrusters.

We're being hailed.

Are you all right, captain?

The docking clamps are jammed.
We could use a hand.

TRIP:
Stand by.

You're clear, sir.

The ship's about to blow.
Get the hell out of here!

Archer to Shuttlepod 2.
Are you still in one piece?

TRIP: We're fine, sir.
See you back on Enterprise.

TRIP:
We got over 60 kilos.

It should be enough
to line the forward hull.

May be a while before Phlox
finds a way to inoculate T'Pol.

Take this to Cargo Bay 1.

- Store it in a bio-hazard locker.
- Aye, sir.

How'd it go?

You got her out in time, captain.

Her synaptic pathways
are mending nicely.

But it will be a few days before she
fully regains control of her emotions.

I'd like to talk with her.

Phlox was able to help you.

You're gonna be okay.

The Seleya?

It was destroyed.

I'm sorry,
but I didn't have a choice.

PHLOX:
They were beyond help.

Their fate was sealed
long before we arrived.

Please don't be long.

Was Commander Tucker successful?

Yes and no.

He collected
a good supply of trellium.

But it turns out it was trellium
that poisoned the Vulcan crew.

And you.

It's essential
you protect this ship.

Leave me
on the next habitable planet.

I'm not going to do that.

You can't allow your concern for a
single crewman to affect your mission.

This Expanse destroyed everyone
aboard the Seleya.

Don't let it happen to Enterprise.

We'll find a way through this.

But I won't leave anyone behind,
not if I can help it.

I can't try to save humanity without
holding on to what makes me human.

Something tells me we haven't seen
the last of the detective in the bow tie.

[PHLOX CHUCKLES]

No, he died in a house fire.

Ah. Did he? Hmm?
The autopsy was inconclusive.

I wouldn't be surprised if the body
belonged to the delivery man.

Hmm? With the strange limp.
You never did see him leave the house.

What about the gardener?
He was there too.

Too tall.

Even the primitive forensics of the mid
20th Century would have determined that.

[PHLOX CHUCKLES]

Perhaps we should watch
and find out.

Part of the fun of a mystery is trying
to solve it before it ends, using logic.

You of all people should appreciate that.

Then use logic more quietly.

ARCHER [OVER COM]: All hands
report to stations. Tactical alert.

[GRUNTING]

VULCANS:
T'Pol. T'Pol. T'Pol.

PHLOX:
T'Pol. T'Pol.

It's all right.

You're on Enterprise.

You're safe.