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- Feeding time?
- When isn't it? Heh, heh.

- What is that?
- It won't bite.

It's called a tribble.
It was extremely difficult to acquire.

- They're outlawed on most worlds.
- Why? Is it dangerous?

Oh, far from it.

All it's capable of doing, really,
is eating and breeding.

The problem is
they breed quite prodigiously.

[TRIBBLE SQUEALING]

The only thing that keeps
their population in check

is the abundance of reptiles
on their home world.

Are you feeling all right, ensign?

I just came by
to give you this transmission.

It's from the Denobulan
Science Academy. Marked urgent.

Thank you.

These caverns go on
for 50 kilometers.

They've mapped 50 kilometers.

No one knows exactly
how far they extend.

What were these scientists
of yours doing down there?

Oh, this cave system is known
for its mineral formations.

The speleothems are supposed
to be particularly unusual.

They've been underground
for six months.

The Denobulan Science Academy lost
contact with them three weeks ago.

The planet's called Xantoras.

The government's been politically
unstable for several years.

In the last few weeks,
a militant faction has taken control.

They're demanding
that all off-worlders leave.

Anyone who fails to comply could
face imprisonment or possibly worse.

Then why don't the Denobulans
evacuate their own scientists?

They can't get here in time.

Enterprise is less than a day away.
We've been asked to pick them up.

First, we have to find them.

You've had some caving experience.

There are some
pretty steep inclines here,

but I think I can handle it.

- What about you and Malcolm?
- Don't worry,

I'm sure
Travis is an excellent teacher.

- Get some gear together.
- Aye, sir.

I realize this was an unusual request,
captain.

- I want to thank you.
- Happy to help, doctor.

MAYWEATHER: Pitons?
TRIP: All here.

MAYWEATHER: Ration packs?
TRIP: A week's worth.

MAYWEATHER:
Flex cable.

REED:
Five hundred meters.

Waste disposal units.

What are these for?

We take out everything we bring in.

[DOOR OPENS]

I just spoke
to the Xantoras regional governor.

He's issued a general order.

You have to get them out of there
in three days.

That's not much time.

The military's preparing
search patrols

to arrest any stray off-worlders
when the deadline arrives.

If you haven't found them
in a day and a half,

I want you to turn around
and head back.

No arguments here.

- What's the problem?
- One of the transports

leaving the planet
just declared an emergency.

Their reactor casing's ruptured.

The captain's asking the Xantoras
for permission to go back down.

Can you put it on speaker?

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Several compartments

have flooded with radiation.

- I have injured passengers and crew.
MAN: Your request has been denied.

Leave orbit immediately.

WOMAN: Our situation is critical.
MAN: We're tracking your vessel.

- If you attempt to land, we will...
- Where are they?

In a low orbit,
600 kilometers below us.

Set a course.

Open a channel.
I wanna speak to their captain.

There could be internal bleeding.
Run a hemostatic scan.

Treat these with dermalin gel
and give him two cc's of inaprovaline

for the pain. You're going to be fine.

He was working near the reactor
when it ruptured.

Doctor?

Get him into the imaging chamber.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

- What have you got?
- Nothing but three humans,

one of which is not entirely convinced
we're going in the right direction.

Make that two.

This is the nearest entrance
to their campsite.

I'd be willing to bet
they came this way.

Watch your footing.

There's a lot of loose rock.

TRIP: The last cave I was in
had handrails, a gift shop, a snack bar.

REED:
There's an opening over here.

- Still willing to bet they came this way?
- Yes, sir.

Isn't there a beginners' cliff
we can start on?

Don't worry. I'll go first.

- How's it going?
- These two are doing well.

His injuries were more extensive.

His body absorbed
a heavy dose of radiation.

I've stabilized him for now,
but he's going to need

intra-cellular regeneration.

- What are his chances?
- It's a complex procedure,

but I'd say the odds are in his favor.

[HUDAK GROANS AND PANTS]

- Where am I?
- You're on my ship.

- Enterprise. I'm Captain Archer.
- What happened?

There was an accident
on your transport.

What's he doing here?

He's our doctor.

Keep him away from me.

You need his help.

I'd rather die than be treated by him.

Our two species have
a complicated history.

We've gone to war with the Antarans
on several occasions.

- Recently?
- On the contrary.

It's been 300 years
since our last conflict.

And there's still bad blood
between you?

PHLOX: They've been particularly
bitter disputes.

If you explain to him
that he won't survive without your help,

maybe he'd set the past aside
for a few hours.

I seriously doubt it.
He insisted I leave the room.

I don't think you realize
how much bad blood there is.

ARCHER: You could always
sedate him and perform the treatment.

I have to respect his wishes.

Even if he wishes to die?

The will of the patient
is the cornerstone

of Denobulan medical ethics.

Don't you believe
if you can help someone

- you're ethically bound to do so?
- Hippocrates wasn't Denobulan.

This is an Earth ship, doctor.

I won't let that man die in my Sickbay
if it can be prevented.

Without his consent,
there is nothing I can do.

I'm giving you an order.

I'm sorry, captain,
but I'm afraid I can't follow it.

- Watch your footing, sir.
- Thanks.

[GRUNTING]

- Travis.
- Stay calm.

- Commander, are you all right?
- Just testing the rope.

Why don't you take a break?
I'll see what's below.

Hey, what's that?

I think it's Denobulan.

I've seen characters like these
in Phlox's medical books.

You don't suppose Denobulans
carry out everything they bring in?

Rock samples.

Looks like we're on the right track.

How are you feeling?

I'd like to return to my ship.

Your ship was damaged
by the reactor leak.

It'll be a few days
before you can go back aboard.

You were exposed
to high levels of radiation.

You need treatment.

I prefer to be treated
by another physician.

If you don't let Phlox operate,
you won't survive more than two days.

I understand there's a troubled history
between your peoples,

but I can assure you,
Phlox is an excellent doctor.

Our history is much more
than troubled.

Did your doctor tell you
that their battle tactics resulted

in 20 million Antaran casualties?

- He wasn't that specific.
- I imagine not.

They've been very successful
at putting it behind them.

[SIGHS]

Do you want to become
a casualty of a war

that ended 300 years ago?

Phlox has been
my chief medical officer

for nearly two years.

I've never questioned his skill
or his integrity.

It's quite possible
he's a proficient surgeon,

but I don't intend to find out.

- You'd rather die?
- I'm the first Antaran

to even see a Denobulan
in six generations.

If you spent some time with him,

it might change
your perception of them.

A few hours in our historical archives
might change yours.

I prefer to make my judgments
based on first-hand experience.

I respect your history

and the sacrifice your people made,
but I can tell you

that the Denobulans you're describing
are not the people I've met.

Don't sacrifice your life
based on preconceptions.

ARCHER: Why haven't you
ever mentioned this?

It wasn't our proudest moment, but
we've done our best to put it behind us.

Do you know you're the first
Denobulan he's ever met?

And he is the first Antaran
I've ever met.

Doesn't that seem odd to you?

That in 300 years
neither side has tried to reconcile?

Maybe you put it behind you
too quickly.

As I said before,
the situation is complicated.

From childhood,
every Antaran is taught

that Denobulans are enemies
to be feared, reviled.

This is your chance
to prove them wrong.

- I doubt I could.
- Set aside your preconceptions.

I made some headway with him,

but I won't be the one
holding the scalpel.

Show him that he can trust you.

Do you believe I can earn his trust
in less than 36 hours?

All I'm asking is that you try.

Your ethics might keep you
from treating him against his will,

but nothing's stopping you
from talking to him.

You're a doctor.

He's your patient.
Find a way to help him.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Toss a coin?

They went that way.

TRIP: How can you tell?
- Well, look at those.

If I was a geologist,
that's the way I'd go.

MAYWEATHER: Stay close to the wall.
TRIP: I don't have much choice.

REED:
It's getting steeper.

Let me lock off.
Check your safety, commander.

[STONE CRACKING]

[YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

[GROANING]

[GRUNTING]

TRIP:
I can't reach it.

Almost.

I can't hold this much longer.

Stand by. We'll try again.
Let's swing together.

You ready?

On three.

One.

Two.

Three.

MAYWEATHER:
The rope's slipping. Aah!

We're all right.

[SIGHS]

[MAYWEATHER GROANING]

MAYWEATHER:
Is it broken?

Yeah.

You tore a couple ligaments too.

We need to keep moving.

Just give me something for the pain.

Sorry, Travis.
You're not going anywhere.

[GRUNTS]

I can make it, sir.

We're already behind schedule,
ensign.

We can't have you slowing us down.

Thanks for getting us this far.

You'll be all right.

Respectfully, sir,
it's not me that I'm worried about.

[CHUCKLES]

TRIP:
Give me some light on this, Malcolm.

- What are you doing?
- Checking your bio-signs.

- Nothing else.
- Very diligent.

What a dedicated healer
you must be.

You're a long way from home.
What brought you here?

Practicing your bedside manner?

I enjoy a good challenge.

You haven't answered my question.

I'm a teacher of xenomythology.

I study the legends of alien species.

Well, I imagine the diverse population
on this planet

made it ideal for your research.

Enterprise is here to pick up
three Denobulan scientists.

They also found this world
uniquely suited to their fieldwork.

How delightful that we have
so much in common.

- Why do you want to save my life?
- I'm a doctor.

Do you believe
that saving one Antaran

will assuage your guilt
for killing millions?

I haven't killed anyone.

Now you finally have your chance.

I assure you, the regeneration
procedure is quite safe.

If you'll allow me to proceed...

You must know a great deal
about our anatomy

after what your doctors did to us.

Tell me, were you raised listening
to stories about my people?

The evil Antarans.
Did they give you nightmares?

I could ask you the same question
about my people.

- Do you have children, doctor?
- Why?

Did you tell those stories to them?

Did you teach them to hate Antarans
just like you were taught?

My children have nothing
to do with this.

Don't they?

If they were here right now,

what would they think about
their father talking to an Antaran.

Enough.

Would you let them
in the same room with me?

I have tried to treat you with respect,
but I refuse to listen to these insults.

You're the reason we haven't been
able to put the past behind us.

You have kept this hatred alive.

No Denobulan would want to be
in the same room with you!

May I join you?

Actually, I'm not in the mood
for company, sub-commander.

Wait. Sorry. Sit down.

- If you wish to be alone...
- Sit, please. Please.

How are the repairs
to the transport coming?

Slowly. The damage was extensive.

- How is your patient?
- Dying.

But that seems to be his wish.

That's unfortunate.

I've had patients
refuse treatment before,

but usually in the final stages
of an illness.

But this man seems determined to die
just to prove a point.

It's painful to admit,
but I understand why.

When I was quite young,
I wanted to take

a trip to an arboreal planet
near our system.

It was a park of sorts with
a great variety of exotic animal life.

Some friends and I planned
the journey for months,

but the week before
I was supposed to leave,

one of my grandmothers took me aside
and told me I couldn't go.

- Why not?
- She said the planet was tainted.

Antarans had lived there once.

Even though
they'd been gone for years,

she believed the place
had been spoiled by their presence.

Did you go?

No.

But when I had children of my own,
I took them there.

I was determined not to raise them
as I was raised.

Your children were fortunate
to have a father

who taught them
to embrace other cultures.

I certainly tried.

Are you all right?

Thanks for your company.
Good night.

[REED GRUNTING]

TRIP:
Can you see anything?

More of the same.

TRIP: Are you sure
this is the way they came?

I didn't see any other passage.

We'll give it another half hour,
then we're turning back.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Three bio-signs. Denobulan.

- How far?
- About 50 meters.

Who are you?

Commander Tucker
of the starship Enterprise.

This is Lieutenant Reed.

I hope you won't think I'm rude,

but there are many other
caverns here to explore.

We're not geologists.

The Denobulan Science Academy
asked us to find you.

- Why?
TRIP: The Xantorans.

They've given all the off-worlders
three days to leave,

- and that was two days ago.
- Then you'd better hurry.

You don't understand.

We've been ordered
to take you out of here.

We've got hard climbing
ahead of us,

so you'd better decide how much
of this gear you can do without.

We're sorry you came all this way,
but we're not leaving.

TRIP:
We're not leaving without you.

You've warned us about
the situation, commander.

- You've accomplished your mission.
- Not quite.

Your science academy will hold us
responsible if we come back alone.

If the academy knew
the progress we were making,

- they'd never have sent you.
- You don't get it.

When the Xantorans get their hands
on you, they'll throw you in prison.

They may even execute you.

All the more reason for us
to stay down here where we're safe.

- You can't stay here forever.
- I doubt we'll need to.

The government
changes hands so often,

everything will probably be cleared up
by the time we're finished.

I realize your work is important,

but you can't risk your lives
for these rocks.

Rocks?

This is the most remarkable collection
of speleothems we've ever seen.

There's calcite, aragonite,
botyroidal flowstone.

I've spent 14 years searching
for tractosites this perfect.

These samples could provide clues

to prevent seismic disasters
on Denobula.

- How much longer do you need?
- Two weeks, maybe three.

Three weeks?

I've spent the last two days
falling down cliffs

and getting stuck in lava tubes
all just to find you.

Now I've got an injured man
waiting for us,

and we have just enough time
to get out of here

before we end up
in front of a Xantoras firing squad.

My orders are to bring you back,

and I promise you
that's what I'm gonna do.

- You can't force us to leave.
- Wanna bet?

We didn't risk our lives to hear
you say, "Thanks, but no thanks."

So pack up whatever you need,
because I swear,

I'll tie you up and drag you out by
your ankles if that's how you want it.

We have a lot of samples.
We'll need your help.

Fine.

I'd prefer to spend
my last few days alone.

That's your decision,

but if my knowledge
of Antaran lifespans is correct,

your last days won't come
for about 60 years.

What are you talking about?

Once the intra-cellular regeneration
is complete,

- you should be able to...
- I refused your treatment.

I need to take you off
the pain medication

- before I begin the procedure.
- Get away from me.

I was told your principles
prevented you

from treating me against my will.

Or don't your ethics apply
to Antarans?

I did have nightmares.

- What?
- You asked me

if I had heard stories as a child
about the Antarans.

My grandmother lived
through the last war.

I would lay in my bed at night
thinking about her stories,

terrified that one of those
evil Antarans

would climb through my window.

I hope your confession
makes you feel better, doctor,

but it doesn't change a thing.

You also asked me if I had children.
I have five.

And, no, I never told them
my grandmother's stories.

When they asked me
about the Antarans,

I told them the truth,
as best as I knew it.

I told them about our military
campaigns against your people,

about how we had demonized you,
turned you into a faceless enemy.

I wanted them to learn
to judge people

for what they really are,

not what the propaganda tells them.

How would you know
who we really are?

I don't.

But I am proud to say
that my children

would consider
my grandmother's attitude archaic.

All of them but one.

We have grown more open-minded
since the last war,

but there are still Denobulans
who fear Antarans, even hate them.

My youngest son, Mettus,
was seduced by those people.

I did my best to convince him
he was mistaken.

I told him I wouldn't tolerate
the values he was embracing.

It created a rift between us.

Maybe I didn't do enough
to reach him.

The last time we spoke
was nearly 10 years ago.

You wanted to know what my children
would think if they were here now.

I can tell you
what Mettus would think.

He would be happy to have me
grant your request and let you die.

But that is not the example
I tried to set for my children.

Why not live?

Set an example for yours.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Then keep moving.

- What's the problem?
- I don't know. Come on, let's go.

ZEPHT: I just need a moment.
- We don't have a moment.

What are you doing up there?

Are those rock samples?

We can't carry any more.

It took us six weeks to extract these
from the rock bed.

If you don't start moving
in the next five seconds,

I'm gonna take my phase pistol
and shoot you in the ass.

These are priceless.

One, two.

[RUMBLING]

Go!

[GROANS]

Could be some kind
of seismic activity.

Feels like weapons fire to me.

[EXPLOSION THEN RUMBLING]

Pretty high-yield by the sound of it.

We've still got two hours
till the deadline.

You better get your climbing gear on.

We don't have any climbing gear.

You mean to tell us

that you climbed down that rock face
without any ropes?

- Any safety equipment at all?
- Exactly.

Well, in that case, after you.

[RUMBLING]

Get against the wall.

[COUGHING]

- Everyone all right?
- I'm fine.

TREVIX:
Yes.

Let's keep moving
before we get trapped down here.

[RADIO SIGNAL BEEPING]

- Captain.
- Is that the governor?

- He says his time is precious.
- So is mine.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Captain Archer,

I thought I made myself clear.

You did,

which makes me wonder
why you're attacking my people.

- What do you mean?
- One of your patrols

has opened fire in the vicinity
of the caves.

Your general order doesn't go into
effect for another hour and a half.

I assure you, they're not targeting
your crewmen or the Denobulans.

Then who are they shooting at?

Soldiers from the previous regime.

They refuse to accept
the shift in power.

That's not my concern.

You're endangering my people.

You've gotta wait
until they're in the clear.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

It's what we agreed to.

We agreed to give you three days.
Nothing more.

Target the patrol that's firing
at those caves.

If you attack us, we'll retaliate.

We're locked on to their coordinates.

Charge weapons.

Do you really want
to be at war with us, captain?

The question is
do you want to be at war with us?

Sounds like you've got
your hands full already.

Stick to our original agreement

and you won't find yourself
fighting on two fronts.

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

[GRUNTING]

[EXPLOSION THEN RUMBLING]

Commander, the bombing seems
to have stopped.

We need to get out of here
before it starts up again.

You wanted to see me?

What you said about your son.

You seemed sincere in your desire
to set an example for your children.

I wish more Denobulans
felt that way.

Many do.

- Perhaps if you met more of us...
- It seems unlikely.

Is that all you wanted to say to me?

You made me think
about my own family.

I have children as well.

I've decided to accept your treatment.

[GRUNTING]

- My speleothems.
- Forget about them.

Fortunately, I have some
other samples in my case.

Try them again.

[RADIO BEEPS]

Enterprise to Commander Tucker.

Please respond.

Prep Shuttlepod 1.

Have a security team
meet me in the Launch Bay.

The Xantorans have mobilized
their military patrols.

- They'll detect a shuttle launch.
ARCHER: Noted.

TRIP [OVER RADIO]:
Tucker to Enterprise.

You're cutting it pretty close, Trip.

The deadline passed two hours ago.

- Better late than never.
ARCHER: The Denobulans?

All aboard.

Along with some
very rare speleothems.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Captain, there's a small craft
closing on the shuttlepod.

- It's a patrol ship.
- You've got company, Trip.

I see them. Bearing 184, mark 27.

[EXPLOSION]

Minimal damage. They're using
low-power particle beams.

- Do you need assistance?
TRIP: Stand by.

I think they're just trying to give us
a little kick in the pants.

- How is he?
- He'll be a bit groggy

when he comes out
of the anesthesia,

but the procedure was successful.

I'm glad you didn't defy my orders.

I wasn't looking forward
to throwing you in irons.

Neither was I.

How did you convince him?

You must be familiar with the principle
of doctor-patient confidentiality.

Of course, you could always
order me to tell you.

Doctor Phlox wanted to see you off,

but he's busy treating
one of my crewmen

- who was injured on the surface.
- That's all right.

The doctor and I spent
more than enough time together.

ARCHER: It's too bad your research
on Xantoras was cut short.

The time I spent on your ship
was an education in itself.

Thank you for your help.

You do know we came here to rescue
three Denobulan geologists?

Phlox told me.

I understand they'll be heading home
on your transport.

I hope that won't be a problem.

Have they been informed
that I'll be traveling with them?

- I had a talk with them.
- What was their response?

They're willing if you are.

PHLOX:
Computer, begin recording.

Dear Mettus,
I know it's been some time

since I've written,
and I know chances are slim

that you'll respond to this letter.

However, something has happened
that compels me

to try to reach you again.

I've had an experience
that has opened many old wounds.

As painful as it's been,
it's also changed something in me,

and I hope,
if you're willing to listen,

it might begin
to change something in you.