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Last time on Enterprise:

There's been an attack on Earth.

We've been recalled.

The probe was sent by the Xindi.

They learnt that their world would be
destroyed by humans in 400 years.

Is there going to be
some kind of service?

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.

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.

We received a distress call.

Every crewman onboard
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.

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.

Find the people who did this.

And tell me
we won't be tip-toeing 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 naive.

Their planet is 50 light-years away.

It is not a coincidence.

How do you know your contacts
gave you accurate information?

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

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.

Learn everything you can
about this human vessel.

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

- How long till we get there?
- 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 Centre.

- 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?

Understood.

Is this seat taken?

Ma'am.

I'm Hoshi Sato.

We've familiarised 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 deep
into our records.

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

You may have left Duluth...

but you've got plenty of Duluth
left in your inflections.

- 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, Ensign?

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

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 10 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.

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.

Come, look at this.

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

What are we looking at?

Xindi epithelial cells
harvested from the corpse...

they found inside the crashed probe.

- It looks more like scales.
- Precisely.

When I finish constructing
my physiometric profile...

I wouldn't be surprised to find
he has 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 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.

We should have worn EV suits.

The Doctor said it was safe
for short periods.

Safe? You call this safe?

I've been in...

- Try not to breathe.
- Yes, sir.

I'm Captain Archer
of the Starship Enterprise.

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

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.

I've always had a fondness
for platinum...

specifically in its liquefied state.

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

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 litre.

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

That won't be necessary.

Why would you do this?

Unfortunate accident.

I expect to see you back tomorrow.

Good day.

Elizabeth!

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

Elizabeth! Please! Get out of there!

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 humans and chimpanzees.

Nearly identical, but not quite.

Like humans and Neanderthals?

A reasonable analogy.

After analysing 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'll end up stripping
more than 200 relays...

to get half a litre 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 2200 hours.

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

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

I'm familiar with the properties
of liquid platinum.

I've insulated the outer container.

It should keep everything pretty stable.

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

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.

Is trellium-D
the only thing you mine here?

The only thing. Trellium-D.

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

Insulation.

Mostly for interstellar vessels.

What insulation
does your ship use, Captain?

Our outer hull is lined with duranium.

I imagine you must have
a very large crew.

And why would you imagine that?

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?

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 all 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.

Trip, take it easy.

- Archer here.
- 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 labour force.

You flew right into their trap!

Archer to Enterprise.

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.

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

This is Enterprise.

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 deionising
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.

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 deionising 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.

31, 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.

- Why is there a hatch here?
- 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.

...a little close to the mine.

But I suppose it'll be all right.

- 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 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.

- They're gone, all three of them.
- That's impossible.

We've searched
the entire cell perimeter.

Post guards at their landing craft.

If they get back to their starship,
I'll lose nearly 100 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.

The lower levels are hyper-saturated
with ionised particles.

You'll have to get within 100 metres
to pick up their bio-signs.

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

Duct 13.

They've opened two emergency baffles.

They're nearly to the surface.
We should destroy their landing pod.

No, too valuable.

How long would it take to redirect
the plasma flow into that conduit?

I'll see to it.

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.

What was that?

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

Why would they open the rest?
Lt'll just help us get...

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

It isn't.
They've obviously rerouted the plasma.

How far up
to the next maintenance hatch?

- How far?
- I don't know.

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.
- Shut up. Just shut up.

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

- Wait a minute.
- Get out of my way.

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.

- You okay?
- Yes, sir.

Nice shot.

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.

That was before your little performance
back there.

- 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.

- Reed to Mayweather.
- Go ahead.

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

Understood.

Go!

Captain?

- 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.

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 labour force.

Come in.

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

I realise 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.

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing your guys couldn't have done
just as well.

I'm not so sure about that.

- See you in the morning.
- All right.

- 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.
- 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.

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.

Perhaps you could help me.

I don't really know if I can...

Three centimetres on either side
of the fifth vertebra.

You can apply considerable pressure.

- I'm not sure which of these is...
- Right there.

- Right here?
- A little closer together.

Harder.

Harder.

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

Just like that.

Please continue.

That was far more effective
than a hypospray.

Glad to be of assistance.

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

Please, disrobe.

I'm really flattered, Subcommander...

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, 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 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.

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 kilometres 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, Captain.

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...

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 are showing...

increasing numbers
of spatial distortions.

You heard me, Travis.

They scanned the debris
and left nearly three hours ago.

- They're heading?
- Toward the Orassin distortion fields.

Then it's unlikely they'll survive.

If they are the first wave of an invasion...

it would be best for us to remain hidden.

Let them keep searching.