All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise S01E19 Acquisition

Doc, isn't my time up yet?

You said 20 minutes.
It's been at least an hour.

I'm getting a little
well done in here.

Doctor?

Hello?

Who are you?

I don't understand.

What?

what I'm saying?
- Sit down.

Who the hell are you?

Who we are is unimportant.

Do you command this ship?

I'm the captain.

- What have you done to my crew?
- They're sleeping.

They won't be harmed
as long as you cooperate.

- What do you want?
- Where is the location of your vault?

Vault?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Maybe the translator's malfunctioning.

He understands.

This is a vessel of exploration,
not a cargo ship.

We don't do any commerce.

Whatever it is you're after,
you won't find it here.

You carry no valuables of any kind?

- No precious gems? No latinum?
- I just told you.

Liar!

Whoever you are,

just take what you want
and get off my ship.

Cousin, maybe we should.

We've made some good
acquisitions already.

There's more here.
He's hiding something.

I agree with Krem.
Let's take what we have and go.

What do we have?
Scanners, low-grade weapons.

- Nothing but trinkets.
- Don't forget about the females.

Some are worth their weight
in latinum.

If we leave now, we could make
the next slave market on Stameris.

- Slave market?
- You're right, Krem.

Pick out the females that will
bring the best price.

I already have.

It was a pleasure doing
business with you.

Wait.

You've reconsidered?

I'll show you where the vault is.

If you let me keep half the gold.

Gold-pressed latinum?

Gold bars.

Hundreds of them.

But I keep half.

- Ten percent.
- Forty.

- Fifteen.
- Thirty-five. And not a bar less.

You'll never find the vault
without my help.

- Twenty percent. Final offer.
- No deal.

I'd rather you take the women and go.

Thirty-five percent.
That's not a bad offer, Ulis.

- Maybe we should consider it.
- No.

We'll find the vault ourselves.
Krem, start loading the merchandise.

Why am I always stuck
doing the menial labour?

Make him do it.

Oh, not there. Over here.

If you're gonna make
a habit out of this,

you might wanna
get a bigger ship.

- It's not my ship. It's my cousin's.
- Really?

I was getting the impression
you were in charge.

This is only my first month
on the job.

How do you like it so far?

My cousin's a skilful merchant.
I'm learning a lot from him.

You'd better slide that over
to make room for the others.

What do you need all this for,
anyway?

You seem to already have
plenty of technology.

One can never have too much.

The Rules of Acquisition say
"Expand or die."

- Rules of Acquisition?
- That's rule number 45.

I've memorised all 173,
including the most important one:

"A man is only worth the sum
of his possessions."

Back on my homeworld,
that kind of thinking

almost destroyed our civilisation.

You should've managed
your businesses better.

Come on.

We have a lot more moving to do.

We?

So, what do you do, split the profits
equally between the four of you?

Oh, my cousin determines
the shares.

You must get a bigger percentage
than your crewmates.

Actually, I get the smallest.

That doesn't seem fair.
You're the one doing all the work.

My cousin knows
what's best for me.

He manages all my
financial transactions.

Really?

I don't have the lobes for business.

I assume he charges you
for his services.

Of course. He wouldn't be a very
good businessman if he didn't.

"Never allow family to stand
in the way of profit."

- Another one of your rules?
- Number six.

My cousin's going to help me
acquire my own ship someday.

Do you think you could bring
me a glass of water?

It comes out of a dispenser
in the mess hall.

I'll be right back.

Do you think you could bring me
some food while you're at it?

Whatever's left in the serving case.

That is, if you haven't already
taken everything.

- You all right, captain?
- Never better. You?

From what I can tell, you and I are the
only ones on the ship still standing.

I would've tried to wake some of
the others, but there's nothing left

- in Sickbay to do it with.
- I'm not surprised.

These aliens are taking everything
they can get their hands on.

- Who are they?
- I don't know yet.

- Can you get a phase-pistol?
- They've cleaned out the armoury.

There are 14 weapons lockers
on this ship.

- They can't have emptied all of them.
- Trust me captain, I've already checked.

I've got an idea, but you're gonna
need some help to pull it off.

They used a hypospray to wake me up.
It's in Launch Bay 2.

This is pretty good.

Glad you're enjoying it.

Maybe we should take
your cook with us.

Do you mind?

- Commander.
- You're gonna be fine.

Just because a guy's in his underwear,
you think the worst.

I assume you have an explanation.

Dr Phlox made me clear bio-scan
after I got back from that lunar survey.

While I was in decon, something
knocked out the entire crew.

Aliens are in control of the ship.

That artefact you brought back
from the lunar surface,

it must have been placed
there intentionally.

When I opened it, the canister
released some kind of gas.

This female...

is different from the others.

- What species is she?
- She's a Vulcan.

Vulcan.

They're really not all that interesting
once you get to know them.

I'd like to get to know this one.

Maybe I won't sell her.

Not right away.

Trust me.

She's got no sense of humour.
She's always complaining.

Krem.

You okay?

There are times I wish Vulcans
hadn't learned to repress

- their violent tendencies.
- Come on, we got work to do.

- What about the others?
- I can't wake anybody else up.

This hypospray is empty.

Let's go.

Unless you want to be
sold into slavery.

- There's nothing here.
- You're not scanning deep enough.

This is their vault. I saw one
just like it on a Gavarian ship.

Why would they keep a vault
in the Medical Bay?

Rule of Acquisition number 23:

"Nothing is more important than your
health, except for your money."

I don't see a locking mechanism.

It must use some
sort of magnetic seal.

I'll need micro-charges
to blow it open.

Hold on.

This is a waste of time.

We've only got three hours
before they begin to wake.

- It'll take days to search every hatch.
- We'll find it, Muk.

Be patient. Open those.

Empty.

- I found something.
- Gold?

No, but it looks like
quality merchandise.

- Splendid craftsmanship.
- Add it to the pot.

Do I look like a Menk to you?

This beauty's going in my
personal collection.

We agreed to split our profits.

You said this ship would
make us rich.

We'll be lucky if we break even.

- We had a deal.
- I'm amending it.

Anything I find, I keep.

Fine. I'll just deduct it
from your share of the gold.

What's wrong, Ulis?
Can't find your pot of gold?

- What's all this?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't touch.

If you're not going to help us,
you should return to the ship.

- And what are you doing?
- Looking for the vault.

They're not going to put
it on a map, you idiot.

I know that, but look.

If I'm not mistaken,
these are the captain's quarters.

- So?
- That's where you keep your latinum.

What's the quickest route?

We could take this elevator
to this deck and cut through here.

It's worth a look.

Weapons!

- Where is it coming from?
- Over here.

Make it stop.

Let's get to their captain's quarters.

Where are my scanners?

I left them right here.

You should be more careful
with your acquisitions.

- Open your bag.
- No.

- Open it.
- Are you calling me a thief?

Everybody knows you'd steal the wax
out of your own mother's ears.

Please, gentlemen, we're partners.

Partners don't rob from each other.

Why would I bother taking
some worthless scanners?

Worthless?

I didn't put them there.

Really? Then who did?

I tell you, I don't know.

Maybe they just jumped off the table
and crawled inside.

Where's the other one?
There were three.

- Don't look at me.
- Give it back.

- Get away.
- Come back here!

You heard me.
You cheating, no-good liar.

There. That one.

I'm surprised your friend
didn't get electrocuted.

You can't just yank out an antimatter
injector like it was a light bulb.

Would you mind?

I'll have to take
the injector assembly off-line.

Warp-core parts
are in high demand.

Even if your cousin
does find the vault...

what makes you think he's
gonna share the gold with you?

We have a contract.

If you never see the vault,
you'll never know what's in it.

He could try to cheat you
out of your share.

He wouldn't cheat me.

What happened to...

"Never allow family
to stand in the way of profit"?

I've seen the way
the others treat you.

One of them said you have
no talent for business.

Why not prove them wrong?

I've got a proposition for you.

Help me capture your associates,

and I'll show you where the vault is.

We'll split the gold, 50-50.

Once they're in the brig,
you can fly off a wealthy man.

You said you've always dreamed
of having your own ship.

How do I know you won't
double-cross me?

You're the one holding the gun.

Think about it.

No more taking orders,

getting stuck with the menial work.

I'll even throw in the Vulcan female.

So... what'll it be?

Opportunities like this
don't come along every day.

Get back to work.

It's your loss.

Where is the vault?

Do you understand me?

- I can't lock onto its language.
- It's a lower life form, you fool.

- Probably the captain's next meal.
- Don't be so sure.

Look at the size of its ears.

I could get several bars of latinum
for this creature at the Malurzian Zoo.

There's nothing here.

Let's search the other quarters.

I've had enough of
vault-hunting for one day.

You two have fun.

Who's there?

One of the aliens is awake.

Why aren't you asleep?

What's next?

Where do you expect me to put it?

There's hardly any room
left on your ship.

I think it's time you decided
what you really want to keep.

I'll ask Ulis.

Can't you make
a simple decision by yourself?

If you want to run
your own ship someday,

maybe you should start showing
a little initiative.

I'm not the one in charge.

And you never will be,
with that attitude.

Who's this?

My chief engineer.

- Why is he awake?
- Don't ask me.

- Are there others?
- I haven't seen anybody.

You?

The anaesthesia isn't supposed
to wear off for another two hours.

Maybe we used the wrong dosage.
There could be others awake.

- We should leave.
- Not without the gold.

Forget the gold. We'll never find it.

If you want to leave,
take one of their shuttlecraft.

- I'll be happy to keep your share.
- You expect me to go empty-handed?

You can keep the shuttlecraft.
And the females.

That's not good enough.

It'll have to be.

You'll regret this, Ulis.

Get out.

Grish, help me with the women.

Wait.

- I'll show you the vault.
- Trip?

Leave the women here,
and I'll let you have the gold.

Not another word, commander.
That's an order.

- I'm not letting them take my wife.
- Wife?

She's not the one with
the pointy ears, is she?

No. Her name's Hoshi. And you're
gonna keep your filthy hands off her.

- Do we have a deal?
- You take them anywhere near

that vault, and I'll throw you
in the brig for insubordination.

You don't give a damn
about this crew.

All you care about
is your precious gold.

- I'm warning you, Trip.
- You're a greedy son of a bitch.

What's your wife worth?

Five bars of gold, maybe six?

Let them take Hoshi,
and I'll give you ten.

- What?
- All right, 15.

Enough.

I accept your offer.

You'll leave the women?

You have my word
as a businessman.

Follow me.

Wait here. I'll go.

So you can cheat us
out of our share?

Hide it in the bottom of your bag?

I plan to count every bar of that gold
myself before it leaves the vault.

We'll count it later.

- Oh, I know you too well, Ulis.
- If he's going, I'm going.

Me too.

We can't all go.

Time's running out. Someone has
to stay and finish loading the ship.

- That's Krem's job.
- I'm tired of doing this job.

- I don't want to do all the menial work.
- Krem.

It's time that I showed
a little initiative.

I have the lobes for business.

You just never give me
the chance to prove it.

Get back to work!

Yes, cousin.

You sure told him.

Get back to work.

My back.

- What about it?
- I think I pulled a muscle.

It's an old water-polo injury.
Flares up every now and then.

I just need to rest.

We don't have any time. If Ulis
comes back, and we're not finished...

Then you'd better get working.

- Where are we going?
- Bottom deck.

We already looked there.

You obviously didn't look
in the right place.

After you.

Have you come to rescue me?

How did you wake up?

Whatever put the others to sleep
didn't affect me in the same way.

My body works differently
than the humans.

Humans?

That's the name of their species.

They're a terrible race.

Deceitful, cruel.

Why do you live with them?

It wasn't my choice.

I'm a captive here.
They've enslaved me.

Please take me with you.

You would make...

a handsome wife.

Do you...

know how to perform...

oo-Mox?

I'm well trained
in the arts of pleasure,

but I'm not familiar with oo-Mox.

My lobes.

Stroke my lobes.

- Like this?
- Yes.

- And this?
- Oh, yes.

Haven't we been through
this section?

Not yet.

I recognise that conduit.

We have a thousand conduits
like that on this ship.

- We're going in circles.
- This way.

- Isn't there a more direct route?
- That's the beauty of this thing.

It's impossible to find unless you
know exactly where you're going.

- How much further?
- Keep your shirt on. It's close.

Watch your head.

Is this your plan,
to walk us to death?

- Is this some kind of trick?
- Relax. We're here.

The vault?

- It's all yours.
- Open it. Open it.

Better let me go in first.

- Why?
- Knowing Captain Archer,

he's probably rigged the place
with booby traps.

Just...

give me a few minutes
to check it out.

No. You could have a weapon
hidden in there.

I'll go.

Not without me, you won't.

- You'll fill your pockets with gold.
- Get your hands off me!

- We don't have all day.
- Get away from that hatch.

Out of my way!

- Thief!
- I want my share!

- Fine.
- Get back or I'll gnaw your hands off.

My gold, my gold.

It's a trap.

Sorry, fellas, bank must
be closed today.

- Did it work?
- Perfectly.

Do you have the key?

"Not that interesting.

No sense of humour.
Always complaining."

- I'll make it up to you.
- How?

Five bars of gold?

Open these things, sub-commander.
That's an order.

Yeah, Porthos.

You okay?

I'm going to be contacting the Vulcan
High Command as well as Starfleet.

If you come within a light year
of any one of our ships,

- you won't know what hit you.
- You'll never see us again.

If you want to be unshackled,

you might think about showing
Krem here a little more respect.

Vermin.

Release me, and I'll forget
this ever happened.

Later, maybe, if you're nice.

- Let me go, you idiot!
- Shut up!

Are you sure you want to
stay here with the humans?

With my ship and your talents,

we could build a vast...

fortune.

I'll let you have my latinum pen.

The one you've always
had your eye on.

No, thanks.

My beetle-snuff collection.

Makes me sneeze.

Name your price.

Whatever he offers you, I'll double it.

Krem!

We're family.

I know a Bolian female.
I could introduce you.