All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise S01E13 Dear Doctor

Good morning, everyone.

Be patient.

Someone had a busy night.

Don't worry.

Didn't forget you.

Let's try it without
biting my fingers this time.

People are getting jealous.

You get more letters from home
than anyone on this ship.

What's her name?

It's nothing like that.
They're from Dr Lucas.

He's a colleague from
the Interspecies Medical Exchange.

I didn't know there were humans
serving on Denobula.

He's the first. He helped me
get settled in

when I came to San Francisco.
I'm trying to return the favour.

I had a pen pal once,
when I was 12.

From Brisbane, Australia.
And I loved getting her letters.

It was like this little window into distant
places with strange-sounding names.

The curiosity of an explorer,
even then.

- Are we still on for later?
- Oh, yes.

I'm looking forward to it.

If you think you're ready,
we can tackle gerunds today.

I can hardly wait.

My dear Dr Phlox,
it's me again, Jeremy.

I hope you're well.
It's been a hell of a week here.

Wall-to-wall emergencies
and three midnight deliveries.

It's mating season,
so you know how that goes.

I thought human reproduction
was complicated.

You Denobulans make us look
like single-cell organisms.

Dear Dr Lucas, sorry to hear
about your difficult week.

I know the rigours
of mating season only too well.

It might help to bear in mind
that a dose of niaxilin

can be quite effective
in separating the two combatants.

It sounds like you've settled
in to your new living quarters.

That part of the city has some
very lively Kaybin bars along the river.

Up here, doc.

They are open all night, if I recall.

Please don't
venture inside them unescorted.

They can be quite disturbing
to the uninitiated.

He was trying to reroute
a nitrogen valve, and the seal blew.

How bad is it?

Oh, it's superficial.

Only first-degree burns.

A little dermaline gel
should do the trick.

Most of my work is fairly routine.

Scrapes and bruises,
the occasional emergency.

And you'll be pleased to hear
that the crew finally seems

to be growing accustomed
to an alien doctor onboard.

I must admit, I wasn't planning
to stay this long,

but the opportunity
to observe your species

on their first deep-space venture
has proven irresistible.

Lieutenant, I saved a seat for you.

Yeah, another time, doctor.
I'm due back in the armoury.

It's a bit daunting, at times,
trying to socialise with the crew,

form friendships.

But our profession guarantees
that sooner or later,

everyone comes to see us.

It makes interaction
quite a bit easier.

It's just a little
gastrointestinal distress.

He hasn't been himself lately.

Well, you've been feeding him
cheese again, haven't you?

You've got to learn
how to say no, captain.

No more dairy products,
you hear that? Doctor's orders.

I never thought I'd meet a species
that forges such intimate bonds

with lesser creatures.

It's surprising the things you humans
choose to invest your emotions in.

- Sorry to bother you with this.
- No bother.

He was one of my
more cooperative patients today.

Thanks, doc.

See all the trouble you cause?

I've noticed how the captain
seems to anthropomorphise his pet.

He even talks to the creature,
although I'm fairly certain

it has no idea what he's saying.

Then again, I've been known to speak
to my Pyrithian bat on occasion.

We won't be going
to America this time.

But always I go with you
wherever you go.

Understand?

- You go now, Maria.
- No.

- No, I stay with you, Roberto.
- No, Maria.

What I do now,
I do alone.

I couldn't do it if you were here.

If you go, then I go too.
Don't you see how it is?

Whichever one there is...

No! No!

We can go if you're bored.

No, no, I'd like to stay
and see what happens.

You won't be disappointed.

The ending's classic.

No, not the film.

I'm sensing a rising
emotional undercurrent in the room.

I'm curious to see if it culminates
in some kind of group response.

They don't have movies
where you come from, do they?

We had something similar
a few hundred years ago,

but they lost their appeal when
people discovered their real lives

were more interesting.

Still,

it's nice to take a break from real life
every now and then, don't you think?

I suppose it is.

Remember last night?
Our time is now.

You are me now, and I am you.

Now you understand.

Now you're going.

And you're going well
and fast and far.

Something in my eye.

Stand up now and go,
and we both go.

Stand up, Maria.
Remember, you're me too.

It's remarkable, doctor.
Even fictional characters

seem to elicit human compassion.

My shipmates have calmly faced
any number of dangers,

and yet, a simple movie
can bring tears to their eyes.

- Temporal vein.
- Temporal vein.

Internal maxillary.

And what is the maxillary
connected to?

- Posterior auricular?
- Very good.

The external jugular.

Superior vena cava.

- And that leads to?
- Oh, easy.

The seat of all joy and sadness.

Physiologically, it is nothing more
than a very efficient pump.

What could possibly make you people
think it is the source of all emotion?

Now, you may know about
our cardiopulmonary system,

but you have a lot to learn
about the human heart.

This is me.

- Good night.
- Oh, doctor.

I just wanted to thank you.

- It was fun tonight.
- You're welcome.

They're showing another one
next week. Sunset Boulevard.

- Think you might like it.
- I'm sure I will.

See you tomorrow? Oh, sorry.

I forgot, Denobulans don't like
to be touched.

It's all right.

I'm trying to shed
some of my cultural inhibitions.

Well, in that case...

good night.

Since we were
on the subject of mating,

I think Crewman Cutler may be
romantically interested in me.

I can't be certain, however.

The pheromones of human females
aren't as potent as Denobulans'.

Are there any
inhabited systems nearby?

There's a Minshara-class planet
less than a light year away.

The ship's not answering
our hails, captain.

It's definitely pre-warp, sir.

It could be unmanned.

Maybe a probe of some kind.

Any bio-signs?

Two. But they're very faint.

Bring it into Launch Bay 2.

And tell Dr Phlox
he might have a couple of patients.

We found your ship adrift.

We thought we might
be able to help.

I need a little more.

I'm Jonathan Archer.

You're on the starship Enterprise.

Can you understand me?

Who are you?

- What planet?
- Earth.

We're from Earth.

This is a warp vessel?

Yes.

We left Valakis over a year ago,
along with three other ships.

Why?

You must have noticed
our condition by now.

I detected the illness.

Twelve million of us died
the year before we left.

I can only imagine
how many have died since.

Our doctors can't find a cure.

But a more advanced people,

people with warp technology,
like you,

your medical science
must be more effective.

You've encountered other
warp-capable species?

The M'klexa.

And the Ferengi.
They both visited our world.

Do you know them?

No.

- Are you the ship's doctor?
- I am.

My people are dying.

Will you allow him to help us?

Any thoughts?

They did come looking for us.

And considering they've already met
two other warp-capable species...

the risk of contamination
seems acceptable.

See what you can do.

Thank you.

If this letter arrives later than usual,
doctor, I hope you'll forgive me.

I've been presented
with a rather unusual case

involving a pair of alien astronauts.

It may not surprise you
that they landed in my Sickbay

through an act
of human compassion.

I said before that my duties entail
the occasional emergency.

Emergencies, it seem,
come in all shapes and sizes.

I was once nearly overwhelmed
by 50 patients

in a refugee camp on Matalas.

Captain Archer is now asking me to
take responsibility for over 50 million.

It's a nostril?

I've noticed you and Crewman Cutler
spending a lot of time together.

Is there something going on
between you two?

In Denobulan, please.

I believe the word
you're searching for is "dating."

Well, are you?

There are ways you can tell.

To make physical contact?

Well, she did kiss me
on the cheek the other night.

In Denobulan, doctor.

I beg your pardon?

Couple. A cute couple.

It's pretty crowded out there.

A lot of spacecraft
and artificial satellites.

Nothing I can't avoid, sir.

Put us into low orbit, Travis.
They're expecting us.

The captain has committed
all our resources to helping people

he didn't even know existed
two days ago.

Once again, I'm struck
by your species' desire to help others.

It seems the more aggressively
we treat the illness,

the more resistant
it becomes.

- What's the current rate of infection?
- One out of three.

It's a full-blown epidemic.

These are in
the most advanced stage.

You're treating them
with a synthetic antibody?

It's effective at first,
but the disease mutates.

Once it moves into
the respiratory system,

there's no way of controlling it.

Pulmonary failure usually follows
in a few days.

Captain, treatment with priaxate
should ease the symptoms

in the sickest patients,
at least temporarily.

I can easily show the Valakians how
to synthesise as much as they need.

Go ahead.

I'll need all of lab work you have,

and case histories of patients
in every stage of the disease.

Certainly.

Excuse me. We're the ones
that brought him here.

Can you tell me how he's doing?

I'm sorry. Could you say that again?

We should assign some crewmen
to watch Dr Phlox and his equipment.

I don't think these people
are about to steal anything.

Your experience with
lesser civilisations is limited, captain.

You might be surprised what
a temptation our technology can be.

Hoshi.

Captain, the UT can't translate
his language.

He doesn't speak
the same language as you?

No. He's Menk.

They're not as evolved as Valakians,
but they're very hard workers.

They're indigenous to this planet?

Is that so strange?

On most of the planets
we've encountered,

only one species of humanoid
survived the evolutionary process.

You two are not from
the same planet?

No.

We may look alike,
but the similarity ends there.

I don't see any Menk patients here.
Where are they being treated?

They haven't contracted the disease.

Have you looked into their immunity?

It was one of the first things
we pursued,

but Menk and Valakian
are physiologically incompatible.

Still, it could be significant.

I'd like to see your data
on the Menk as well.

Of course.

I had meant
to transmit this letter by now,

but the Valakian epidemic
has been taking up most of my time.

Working with the physicians here
has been quite fulfilling.

I suppose it's the reason we joined
the Interspecies Medical Exchange.

But I worry about
falsely raising their hopes.

Despite Captain Archer's
confidence in me,

I'm afraid the scale of the disaster
may outweigh our best intentions.

I've decided to enlist
Crewman Cutler's help in my task.

So, what are the Menk like?

You'll have the chance
to see for yourself.

You're a trained exobiologist.

I'd find your assistance
in the field invaluable.

Thank you, doctor.

On a personal note, the affection
Crewman Cutler is showing

has left me a bit perplexed.

So I've decided to discuss it
with the one person onboard

who might understand
the complexities of the situation.

- That's impossible.
- It's nothing to be ashamed of.

My teeth were sealed with a
tri-fluorinate compound 23 years ago.

Well, normal wear and tear
has allowed some decay to sneak in.

See for yourself.

There, on your anterior tricuspid.

I'm sure you have more pressing
concerns. I'll come back later.

I'm waiting for the computer
to analyse some tissue samples.

It'll only take a moment to repair.

Open, please.

Wider.

You've lived among humans for quite
some time now, sub-commander.

I'm curious,

have you ever known them
to mate outside their species?

There it is.

Are you asking
out of personal interest

or scientific curiosity?

Both, I suppose.

There's a crewman onboard
I've become close with.

I think she's attracted to me.

In my experience, humans lack...

the emotional maturity
for interspecies relationships.

They tend to be easily infatuated
with things they find new.

This crewman may simply be
satisfying her curiosity

at your expense.

Open.

Sub-commander T'Pol has a very
pragmatic view of the universe.

I admire her logic,

although she lacks the instinctiveness
that a more emotional response

can provide.

Somehow, I find this unsettling.

There. That wasn't so bad.

Thanks for your insights.

Be careful.

Come in.

You asked to see me, captain.

I've just gotten a call
from the director of the clinic.

He's eager to hear
if you've made any progress.

Doctor?

I've developed a medication
to ease the symptoms of the disease.

But...

But?

This epidemic isn't being caused
by a virus or bacteria.

The proteins that bind
their chromosomes are deteriorating.

Their illness is genetic.

It's been going on
for thousands of years,

but the rate of mutation
has accelerated

over the last few generations.

Based on my projections,

the Valakians will be extinct
in less than two centuries.

I wish I had better news.

What about a cure?

Genetic abnormalities on this level
are very difficult to reverse.

But not impossible.

No. I still believe the Menk immunity
could be the key to a cure.

I plan to study them in more detail.

Take all the time you need.

When I began to practice medicine,
I had no idea it would take me

on journeys to other worlds.

Every species I encounter allows me
to explore new physiology.

At the moment, I find myself
in the enviable position

of studying two humanoids
from the same planet.

It's a rare and exciting opportunity.

Tell them we'd like to run some tests,
take samples of their blood.

It will be completely painless.

He says they'd be happy to help.

As fascinating as the two species are
from a biological standpoint,

it's their ability to coexist
that intrigues me the most.

The Valakians are highly evolved,
technologically advanced,

while the Menk are relatively
primitive by comparison.

To my surprise, the two seem
to be living side by side, peacefully.

He wants to know
what you're doing.

Have you learned enough Menk
to explain a molecular bio-scan?

Doctor...

What'd you say?

Told him the doctor was looking
inside of him.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Food.

- Did he just say "food"?
- Food.

Have you been
teaching him English?

No. He must've picked it up
by listening to us.

Perhaps we've found
an assistant com officer.

No food?

I haven't seen any crops or livestock.
I wonder where they get this.

He says the soil here
isn't good for planting.

The Valakians don't let them live
where the land is fertile.

The Valakians give them
whatever they need.

Food, clothing, medicine.

He says the Valakians
are good to them.

They protect them.

Despite the Menk's insistence
that they're treated well,

my human crewmates
seem to see things differently.

Well, that's the last one.

They think the Menk
are being exploited by the Valakians.

So their first instinct
is to rise to their defence.

Despite the fact that the Menk don't
appear to need or want a defender.

Wait a moment.

- Impressive.
- What'd he do?

He's grouped
the samples together by family.

Cross-referenced by bloodlines
and marriage,

if I'm interpreting
the colour codes correctly.

On the surface, the Menk appear
to be a primitive species,

unsophisticated even
by human standards.

No offence.
But their abilities appear

to have been underestimated,
even by myself.

It seems like a vacation, if I didn't
keep remembering why we were here.

I'm gonna help Larr
finish packing up.

He's back on duty
at the hospital in an hour.

This really doesn't bother you?

What?

The way the Valakians treat them.

Why should it?

On most worlds
with two humanoid species,

one would've driven the other
to extinction.

Here, they've developed
a symbiotic relationship

that seems to work quite well.

They force the Menk
to live in compounds.

They treat them almost like pets.

Their culture is different.
It's their way.

Doesn't make it right.

Are you married, crewman?

Of course not.

I would've told you.

I'm married.

- You are.
- Three times.

You have two ex-wives?

I have three current wives,
and they each have two husbands.

Not counting myself.

Is that considered normal
for Denobulans?

Quite.

Why are you telling me this?

I've been getting certain signals
from you that suggest

you may be interested
in a romantic relationship with me.

Unless I misinterpreted
those signals.

You didn't.

But I still don't know why
you're telling me this.

You need to know
that my culture is different.

- That doesn't matter.
- It doesn't?

This culture is different.

That seems to matter to you
a great deal.

Phlox...

as far as your
extended family goes,

I'm not interested in becoming
wife number four.

I just wanna be your friend.

What do you mean by friend?

Let's just see where it goes.

Captain.

I'm glad you could come.

It was no problem.

How are you feeling?

The medication you gave us
helps with the pain.

But my...

prognosis hasn't changed.

We're trying to do something
about that.

I have a lot of faith in Dr Phlox.

I wanted to thank you for getting
me home before it was too late.

Took us a year to get out
to where you found us.

You brought us home in a day.

We started out in ships
very similar to yours.

Someday, you'll be travelling
just as fast as we are.

Someday may not be soon enough.

If your doctor can't help us...

we'll need to keep searching
for others that can.

We need warp drive.

A million more of us will die before
our next ship even leaves this system.

With warp engines, we won't
have to wait for people to find us.

We can seek help on our own.

You may not find that everyone
you meet wants to help you.

Still...

we have to try.

- Archer.
- It's Phlox, captain.

We've collected all the samples.

I'll meet you at the shuttlepod.
Archer out.

Anything to report?

We've received 29 hails
in the past two hours.

From whom?

Apparently, word of our arrival
has spread quickly.

Other clinics are requesting help.

Two orbital spacecraft approached us
while you were on the planet.

They mistakenly believed
that we already had a cure.

We had to turn them away.

Do you have a minute?

The Valakians want
our warp technology.

What did you tell them?

That I'd think about it.

And?

It's safe to say I know
where you stand on the subject.

Even if you give them
our reactor schematics,

they don't have the technical expertise
to build a warp engine.

They have no experience
working with antimatter.

I doubt they even realise
how dangerous it is.

They're not ready.

Then your decision
shouldn't be difficult.

We could...

stay and help them.

The Vulcans stayed to help Earth
90 years ago.

We're still there.

I never thought I'd say this but

I'm beginning to understand
how the Vulcans must have felt.

- Trouble sleeping, captain?
- Looks like I'm not the only one.

Actually...

Denobulans require very little rest.

Unless you count
our annual hibernation cycle.

Am I gonna be without
my doctor this winter?

Only for six days.

Maybe I'll join you.

Any progress?

The research has been challenging,
to say the least.

A cure, doctor.

Have you found a cure?

Even if I could find one,

I'm not sure it would be ethical.

Ethical?

We'd be interfering
with an evolutionary process

that has been going on
for thousands of years.

Every time you treat an illness,
you're interfering.

That's what doctors do.

You're forgetting about the Menk.

What about the Menk?

I've been studying
their genome, as well.

And I've seen evidence
of increasing intelligence.

Motor skills, linguistic abilities.

Unlike the Valakians,
they appear to be in the process

of an evolutionary awakening.

It may take millennia,

but the Menk have the potential
to become the dominant species

on this planet.

And that won't happen as long
as the Valakians are around?

If the Menk are to flourish,

they need an opportunity
to survive on their own.

Well, what are you suggesting?

We choose...

...one species over the other?

All I'm saying is that we let nature
make the choice.

The hell with nature.

You're a doctor.

You have a moral obligation
to help people who are suffering.

I'm also a scientist.

And I'm obligated to consider
the larger issues.

Thirty-five thousand years ago,
your species coexisted

with other humanoids.
Isn't that correct?

Go ahead.

What if an alien race had interfered

and given the Neanderthals
an evolutionary advantage?

Fortunately for you, they didn't.

I appreciate your perspective
on all of this.

But we're talking about something
that might happen.

Might happen thousands
of years from now.

They've asked for our help.

I am not prepared to walk away
based on theory.

Evolution is more than a theory.

It is a fundamental scientific principle.
Forgive me for saying so,

but I believe your compassion
for these people

is affecting your judgement.

My compassion
guides my judgement.

- Captain...
- Can you find a cure?

Doctor?

I already have.

Two days ago, when we
first discovered the alien shuttle,

I had no idea that I'd be facing
a dilemma of this magnitude.

For the first time, I find myself
in conflict with my captain.

But he is my captain, and he's placed
a great deal of trust in me.

I believe I owe him the same.

I only hope that he's willing to look

beyond his sympathy
for these poor people.

Doctor.

Captain.

I'm going down
to the Valakian hospital.

Sir...

it would go against all my principles
if I didn't ask you to reconsider...

I have reconsidered.

I spent the whole night reconsidering.

And what I've decided
goes against all my principles.

Someday...

my people are going to come up
with some sort of a doctrine.

Something that tells us
what we can and can't do out here.

Should and shouldn't do.

But until somebody tells me
that they've drafted that directive...

I'm going to have to
remind myself every day...

that we didn't come out here
to play God.

I'd like to think, Dr Lucas,
that if I'd had a chance

to talk to you face-to-face,

you'd have never let me
even consider

withholding my findings
from the captain.

But I'm ashamed to say
I almost did just that.

Phlox tells me
this medicine will help...

ease the symptoms.

For a decade, maybe more.

A lot can happen in that time.

I wouldn't be surprised
if you developed a cure on your own.

And if we don't?

With a warp-capable starship, our
chances would be greatly improved.

I'm sorry.

This will give you
detailed instructions on how to

synthesise more of the medicine.

We appreciate
everything you've done.

If I hadn't trusted him
to make the right choice,

I'd have been no better
than the Vulcan diplomats

who held your species back

because they felt you couldn't make
proper decisions on your own.

I came very close
to misjudging Jonathan Archer.

But this incident has helped me gain
a new respect for him.

Happiness and health to you, doctor.

Your dedicated colleague,

Phlox.

You wanted to see me.

Please.

For Dr Lucas.

It'll go out first thing
in the morning.

Everything all right?

Fine, fine.

The past few days have been taxing.

Want my advice?

Get out of Sickbay.

Yes. Perhaps you're right.

Good night.

Good night.

Phlox to Crewman Cutler.

Go ahead.

I know it's short notice, but...

I was wondering if you might
like to join me for a little...

snack in the mess hall.

I could use...

a friend right about now.

Ten minutes?

Thank you.

Sweet dreams.