All language subtitles for Star Trek Enterprise S01E23 Fallen Hero

Excuse me?

- I asked if you've...
- We heard you.

What makes you think we're suffering
from a lack of sexual activity?

Starfleet forbids officers from
fraternising with subordinates.

Unless you've been
violating regulations...

Those regulations don't apply to you.
Have...

you been suffering?

On Vulcan, we mate only once
every seven years.

That's a hell of a dry spell.

Why are you suddenly
so curious about this?

It's my understanding that your mating
ritual is effective in easing tension.

That hasn't always been my experience.

And you think that we need
our tensions eased?

Efficiency's down three percent.

We've all gone about
ten months without a break.

I think it's normal for people
to get a little sloppy.

Perhaps it's time the crew
takes shore leave.

Well, I like the sound of that.

I took the liberty of locating
a suitable planet

approximately nine days from our
present location. It's called Risa.

What's your idea of suitable?

It's tropical, with an abundance
of pristine beaches.

You'll find more information
in the Vulcan database.

- Is it populated?
- Yes,

by a humanoid culture
receptive to easing tension.

If you're wearing that to impress
the women on Risa,

you may as well stay onboard.

Rule number one:

You've gotta be seen to get noticed.

And I plan on getting noticed.

Don't say she didn't warn you.

- Figure out your itinerary yet?
- I think I'm gonna pass.

Captain, you need this
as much as I do.

Nobody needs this
as much as you do.

The ship will be nice and quiet.
I've got some astrometric surveys

that have been piling up.

It'll be a good chance
to get some work done.

We're going to a planet with over 200
registered Nuvian masseuses,

and you're gonna sit in your cabin
with a bunch of star charts?

Mr Tucker has a point.

You think I need a massage?

The safety of this ship depends on
its captain being at his most efficient.

I suppose I could read those
surveys on a nice beach.

Incoming transmission from
Starfleet Command.

Transfer it to my Ready Room.

Her name's V'Lar.

She's the Vulcan ambassador
to a planet called Mazar.

If you don't mind my asking,
admiral, why is this our problem?

Apparently, it's imperative that
she be taken off that planet

as soon as possible.

The nearest Vulcan ship
is at least a week away.

Do they expect us to take her
all the way back to Vulcan?

You'll rendezvous with the Vulcan ship
Sh'Raan in three days.

They'll take her the rest of the way.

Any idea what the emergency is?

Well, this may come
as a shock to you, Jon,

but the Vulcans aren't talking.

Imagine that.

Thank you for volunteering
your quarters.

I'm happy to do it.
I'm looking forward to meeting her.

I imagine she'll spend
most of the journey alone,

engaged in meditation.
But if it seems appropriate,

- I'll ask if she'll meet with you.
- Thanks.

- If there's anything else I can do...
- If you wouldn't mind taking that.

Ambassador V'Lar is accustomed
to a Spartan environment.

Hoshi, thanks for giving up
your cabin.

I just hope it's Spartan enough, sir.

- Everything set?
- I believe so.

I've prepared this to familiarise
the crew with the necessary protocols.

We should assign a steward
to attend to her needs.

"Don't address the ambassador
unless spoken to first.

Don't offer to shake hands.

Refrain from laughing
in her presence."

Those guidelines
are largely precautionary.

I doubt the crew will have much
opportunity to interact with her.

You seem to be pulling out
all the stops.

I'm simply following the protocols
used in dealing with an ambassador

of V'Lar's distinction.

Well, she'll be here soon enough.

- Let me know if you need any help.
- Thank you, captain.

Entering orbit, sir.

We're being hailed.

It's the Mazarite High Council.

Someone's in a hurry.

- Captain Archer?
- I'm Jonathan Archer.

Are you prepared to receive
Ambassador V'Lar?

That's why we're here.

If you'll transmit your landing
coordinates to us,

we'll send down a shuttlepod.

I'm looking forward to the visit.

I regret there won't be time for that.

The ambassador is already
on her way to your ship.

A small craft's approaching, sir.

I assume the Vulcans have informed
you of the urgency of this matter.

They said it was important that
we pick up the ambassador

as quickly as possible.

They didn't say why.

V'Lar has been expelled for abuse of
her position and criminal misconduct.

- Captain Archer?
- Ambassador.

On behalf of my crew, I'd like to
welcome you aboard Enterprise.

Thank you.

May I take that?

That's very thoughtful, captain.

This is Commander Charles Tucker,
my chief engineer.

- Pleased to meet you.
- The pleasure is mine, commander.

And this is my science officer,
Sub-commander T'Pol.

But please, I've been anticipating
the opportunity to practice my English.

I hope you like your quarters,
ambassador.

T'Pol tried very hard
to anticipate your needs.

Fortunately,
my needs are few, captain.

I am curious, though,
who previously occupied the cabin?

The odour.

The human scent is difficult to mask.

Actually, I was hoping
to meet the crew member,

in order to thank her for allowing me
to disrupt her routine.

I prefer not to inconvenience anyone
if possible.

That philosophy has served me well
in the diplomatic service.

T'Pol tells me you negotiated
the first territorial accords

between Vulcan and Andoria.

The Andorians required a somewhat
firmer hand at the negotiating table.

But I was younger then.

That was before we even made
contact with Earth.

That was over 90 years ago.
How long have you been a diplomat?

Commander Tucker,

I understood that on your world,

it is considered bad manners
to ask a lady her age.

Well, I wasn't...

I didn't mean to imply
that you were...

Forgive me, commander.

My attempt at humour.

Suffice it to say that
with T'Pol and myself here,

you're almost certainly dining with
the two oldest people on this ship.

I hope, ambassador,

that you regard the charges
against you with less levity.

Of course I do.

How do you intend
to defend yourself?

There is no defence.

Are you saying you're guilty?

- T'Pol.
- It's all right, captain.

A person in my position carries
the trust of all Vulcans.

The fact that the Mazarites believe
that trust has been compromised

justifies T'Pol's concern.

I'm afraid my age
is betraying me, captain.

Would you mind if I retired?

Of course not.

I've never been to Earth,

but I find the humans I have
encountered quite unpredictable.

I'd be interested in hearing
about your experiences there.

Another time, perhaps.

I understand.

This is your cabin. I'll say good night.

T'Pol.

I sense your anger.

You presume that my time
with humans has left me

susceptible to their emotions.

They're our emotions as well.

We simply hide them better.

If you're sensing anything from me,
it isn't anger.

No.

Disappointment.

Good night, ambassador.

- T'Pol.
- Captain.

Is there a problem
I should be aware of?

I assume you're talking about
Ambassador V'Lar.

You were a bit abrupt with her.

If you believe I was rude,
I'll convey my apologies.

I don't pretend to understand Vulcans.
I never have.

But I wouldn't be a very good captain
if I didn't know

when something was bothering
my science officer.

It's uncommon for a Vulcan
to commit a crime.

Uncommon, but not unheard-of.

Unheard-of for a person
in Ambassador V'Lar's position.

We don't know what she's done.

It doesn't matter.

If she were innocent, she would've
insisted on staying to defend herself.

You seem to know a lot about her.

I've met the ambassador before,
though she clearly doesn't recall.

It was many years ago on Vulcan,
during my early schooling.

She had just negotiated
the Treaty of Ka'Tann,

and I travelled a great distance
to see her.

Was it worth the trip?

The ambassador inspired me
to choose a direction in my own life,

a path that led me to the
Science Council, and eventually here.

I've had a few heroes in my life.

It's never easy when one of them
lets you down.

Vulcans don't have heroes.

No, I'm sure they don't.

Captain, can you come
to the bridge?

On my way.

An unidentified vessel, sir.

Fifty thousand kilometres
and closing.

- They're hailing us.
- Let's find out who they are.

- What can we do for you?
- My apologies, captain.

There's been a change of plans
regarding Ambassador V'Lar.

We weren't told.

We've been having some problems
with our long-range communications.

What's the change of plans?

The magistrate feels that we let
the ambassador go too quickly.

She's needed for
additional questioning.

We don't want to cause you
any more inconvenience.

If you'll drop out of warp,
we can dock with you

and take the ambassador
aboard our ship.

Your magistrate seemed
in a big hurry to get rid of her.

Now he wants her back?

I'm just a transport captain.

I never try to make sense of what
government bureaucrats are thinking.

I'll have to contact my superiors.

There's really no need.

I'm just a starship captain.

You don't think they'd trust me to make
these kinds of decisions on my own.

We'll wait for you to confirm
whatever you have to.

Get me Starfleet Command.

I can't get through.

That ship's jamming
all our com frequencies.

"Just a transport captain."

- They're charging weapons.
- Polarise the hull plating.

What the hell is he doing? Hail him!

He's not answering.

- Port hull plating's off-line.
- They're closing fast.

Aft torpedoes. Return fire.

No effect. They're using
some kind of energy shielding.

Direct hit to Engineering,
subsection 12. We've taken damage.

Would the phase cannons
be more effective?

Undoubtedly.
But we can't fire them at warp.

- What do you mean?
- Particle discharge, sir.

It would destabilise our warp field
and most likely blow out both nacelles.

I've been working on the problem,
but I haven't quite...

Drop to impulse.

Deploy the aft cannon.

- I've got a lock.
- Fire.

Their shields are failing.

See what you can do
about their engines.

They're dead in the water, sir.

Not dead enough.

- Resume course. Warp 4.
- Aye, sir.

Any idea what that was all about?

Well, I think we know someone
who might.

We were asked to pick you up
and deliver you to a Vulcan ship.

No one said anything
about getting shot at.

You have no idea who they were?

Obviously they weren't sent
by the council on Mazar.

Then who sent them?

I have no answers for you.

Ambassador, we're here at the request
of the Vulcan High Command.

It would be illogical for you
to withhold information from us.

There are diplomatic matters at stake
here which do not concern you.

To tell you any more would only put
your ship and your crew at greater risk.

How much greater could it get?

A few more volleys from that ship
would've ruptured our hull.

I'm sorry, captain.

So am I.

You're leaving me no choice,
ambassador.

- Archer to Mayweather.
- Go ahead.

Change of plans, Travis.
Lay in a course back to Mazar.

Sir?

- You heard me.
- Aye, sir.

You're under strict orders
to transport me to the Sh'Raan.

It's more than two days
to the rendezvous point,

and there could be other
hostile ships tracking us.

Unless you can convince me
why it's worth risking all our lives...

The Vulcans are raising
holy hell about this, Jon.

You can always order me
to take her to the rendezvous point.

You're out there, I'm not.
It's your call.

I just want you to know
there'll be repercussions.

They certainly considered
the repercussions.

They knew someone was after her.

Why risk one of your own ships
when you can risk one of ours?

- Jon.
- They're doing it to us again, admiral.

- Keeping us in the dark.
- Have you talked to the ambassador?

- I've tried.
- Maybe she brought this on herself.

You did say that she admitted
the charges against her were true.

I don't even know what
the charges against her are.

Well, I'll talk to Soval,

see what I can find out.

- You really enjoy this, don't you?
- Replacing power couplings? Hardly.

No. I mean, having people
shoot at us.

If you must know,
I much prefer the shooting back part.

I thought this mission was about
peaceful exploration.

I need something to do on this ship,
commander.

Fair enough. I'm just hoping
we don't keep you quite so busy.

I read those Nuvian masseuses
have 12 fingers...

on each hand.

Then I'd say Starfleet needs to make
its presence known on Risa.

- I hope I'm not interrupting.
- Not at all.

We were just talking about
my quarters.

I was wondering why they were
so sparsely decorated.

If you need anything,
it can be brought to you.

Oh, I don't want to be waited on.

And since I doubt I'll be travelling
to Earth any time soon,

I decided to spend a little time
with my hosts.

Thank you for the use
of your quarters.

You'll have them back soon enough.

Sub-commander.

Have you tried iced tea?

I don't care for it.

Captain Archer certainly does.
It's flavoured with passion fruit,

an appropriate ingredient for him,
don't you think?

It was the captain that I wanted
to speak to you about.

He's a most intriguing man.

He deserves to be told the truth.

Will you join me?

Please.

We'll be back at Mazar in a few hours.
I'd prefer not to waste that time alone.

This must be awkward for you,

having a foot in two worlds,

loyal to your captain,
yet still a Vulcan.

You can make things easier for him.

The High Command has requested
his assistance.

It doesn't seem unreasonable
to ask why.

You believe Captain Archer
can be trusted?

Yes.

Even though he clearly
doesn't trust us?

He's resentful.

Why?

He believes we held back their
development of warp technology.

We've kept many things from them,
all for good reason.

But situations like this
only reinforce their resentment.

If we expect to continue our relations
with humanity,

we have to earn their trust.

I would not have succeeded
at my career for 94 years

without earning people's trust.

I meant no insult.

Of course not.

You were simply speaking your mind,

as you always have.

It was at Vulcana Regar, wasn't it?

During the second Ka'Tann
conference,

you approached me during a recess.

- You remember.
- You were not easy to forget.

Your questions about
my negotiating tactics

were quite presumptuous
coming from one so young.

I apologise if I acted inappropriately.

Not at all.

In fact, your bluntness made me
reconsider some of my positions.

Much as it has now.

T'Pol,

I have something to tell you.

Come in.

Something wrong?

I took the liberty of speaking
with Ambassador V'Lar.

Go on.

Any luck?

The ambassador and I spent
the last two hours talking.

She's even more remarkable
than her reputation suggests.

I don't doubt that,

- but it doesn't affect my decision.
- I believe it should.

She's not guilty of the crime
she's been accused of.

She told you that?

The charges were fabricated
to get her off Mazar

and divert attention
from her actual mission.

- Which is?
- She can't reveal that.

But she's convinced me that
it's critical we help her accomplish it.

I'm sorry, T'Pol,

but I'm gonna need more than that.

She also told me that
if we return her to Mazar,

she'll be killed.

- By who?
- She wouldn't tell me.

- But you believed her?
- Yes.

Why?

I can't accept that she'd sacrifice
a lifetime of accomplishments

with an act of criminal misconduct.

- It happens all the time.
- Not to her.

We must take her to the Sh'Raan.

You're asking me to put the lives
of everyone onboard in jeopardy

based on your talking to this woman
for a couple of hours.

Captain...

since I've served aboard Enterprise,
I've never asked you for anything.

I'm asking for this now:

Don't return the ambassador
to Mazar.

Please.

Thank you.

Our Mazarite friends, sir.
And they've brought company.

Why didn't we see them coming?

Our aft sensors are still
out of alignment.

They're targeting our engines.

We could drop to impulse,
use the phase cannons.

And go three against one?

You're familiar with the Mazarites.

- What's their top speed?
- Comparable to Starfleet.

I don't believe
they've exceeded warp 5.

Then let's give them
a run for their money.

- Travis, increase speed to warp 4.8.
- Aye, sir.

Warp 4.8.

They're matching our speed
and accelerating. Warp 4.9.

They're closing to 20,000 kilometres.
Fifteen.

Travis?

Warp 4.9.

They're holding at 4.9, sir.

How far to the rendezvous point?

At this speed, a little over two hours.

But I don't think we can hold it
that long.

Can we get a message
through to the Vulcans?

- The Mazarites are still jamming us.
- Keep trying.

That Vulcan ship better not be late.

Captain?

What's our situation?

We're being chased
by three Mazarite ships.

Will we reach the Sh'Raan before
they can do any more damage?

I'm not sure.

In that case,
I need to speak with you.

I have to consider the possibility
that this mission will fail.

You still haven't told me
what this mission is.

I've been under orders to tell you
only what you need to know.

But that wasn't the only reason
I kept things from you.

I didn't trust you.

As your Mr Tucker pointed out,
I have been around a long time.

I remember when news of your people
first reached Vulcan.

I was fascinated by humanity,

but worried as well.

You hadn't even met us.

You had just emerged
from a global war.

The idea that you
deemed yourselves

ready to join the
interstellar community seemed...

premature.

And a century of good behaviour
hasn't changed your mind?

The Mazarites pursuing us
are criminals.

They are members
of an organisation

that's infiltrated all levels
of government,

making themselves wealthy
and powerful,

at the expense of many
innocent victims.

Their methods include eliminating
anyone who stands in their way.

And that would include you?

Many Mazarites want their government
purged of this corruption.

They asked the Vulcan consulate
to help them expose these criminals.

And that job fell to you?

I have been gathering
evidence against them.

In three months,
I will be called to testify.

It was decided that, until then,
I would be safer on Vulcan.

Why couldn't you tell us?

The investigation was considered
too sensitive.

And the story of you
being recalled in disgrace...

It was hoped that if my
reputation were sullied,

they would not consider me
a credible witness,

and they might not come after me.

Obviously, it didn't work.

The corruption ran deeper
than I thought.

I appreciate...

you telling me the truth.

I can no longer put you and your crew
in danger, captain.

Please drop out of warp.

I plan to surrender myself to them.

It hasn't gotten to that yet.

It's the most logical course of action.

If you've learned anything
about humans, you'd know...

we don't always take
the most logical course of action.

Captain, report to the bridge.

- They're hailing us.
- What's our status?

Holding at warp 4.9, but
Commander Tucker doesn't believe

we can sustain it for more
than another ten minutes.

I don't believe they can either, sir.

They're releasing drive plasma to keep
their warp coils from overloading.

Open a channel.

Captain. Ambassador.

- What do you want?
- Just giving you a friendly warning.

Are you aware that your engines
are overheating?

So are yours.

We have no quarrel with you.

Give us the Vulcan
and you'll be free to go.

I have a better idea.

Why don't you slow down
before your engines explode.

Why would you risk the lives
of your crew for this criminal?

I've been ordered to deliver her safely
to the Vulcans.

And that's exactly what I plan to do.

They're increasing speed.

Warp 4.95.

They're re-entering
weapons range, sir.

Archer to Engineering.

Please tell me you're ready
to slow down.

Sorry, Trip, but we need
a little more speed.

I don't know how much more
I can give you.

- It's called a Warp 5 engine.
- On paper.

We don't have any choice, Trip.

Aye, sir.

Ambassador.

Warp 5.

Four-point-nine-three.

Nine-five.

Don't take your eyes off
that antimatter stream.

Yes, sir.

Four-point-nine-seven.

They're matching our speed.

Four-point-nine-nine.

Warp 5.

They're still gaining on us.

How far to the Vulcan ship?

Their jamming signal is disrupting
our sensors as well.

Then use their last known position
and do the math.

Take a guess.

If we could maintain
our present speed,

approximately 53 minutes.

The Mazarites will be in
firing range long before then.

What if we could get
a message through?

Tell them to get here
as fast as they can.

The Sh'Raan are capable of warp 7.

If we could maintain warp 5,

we'd reach them in 12 minutes.

Hoshi.

Any way you can get a message
through the interference?

I don't see how, sir.

There's a diplomatic frequency
we sometimes use.

It's in a lower subspace band.
I doubt the Mazarites are aware of it.

It's been a few years
since I did this.

If we do get a message through
to the Vulcans,

we don't want the Mazarites
to see them coming.

We could try deflecting
their jamming signal, sir.

Use it to blind their sensors as well.

- See what you can do.
- Aye, sir.

Hoshi?

We may have gotten a message
through to them, sir, but I'm not sure.

Wouldn't they respond?

Tucker to the bridge!

- Go ahead.
- The port injectors just blew!

- We've gotta slow down, captain!
- I got it! I got it!

- Hoshi?
- The com just went down, sir.

They're right on top of us.

- How long?
- Eight minutes.

That's a direct hit
to our starboard nacelle.

We're dropping to impulse.

They're hailing us.

How long now?

If they received our message,

- another ten minutes.
- I thought it was down to eight.

That was before we
dropped out of warp.

We can't hold off their ships
for that long.

You've done your best, captain,
and I thank you for it.

But it's time for me
to turn myself over to them.

We just need to buy
ten more minutes.

- Captain...
- I want you to go to Sickbay.

- Sickbay?
- I'll explain later.

If there was ever a time
to start trusting us, this would be it.

Put him through.

Give us the Vulcan.

You know, I honestly didn't think
you'd be able to catch us.

Just out of curiosity,

how fast do your ships go?

Put her on a shuttle
and bring her to our lead vessel.

That could be a problem.

Our shuttlebay was damaged,
thanks to you.

I doubt we could launch a shuttlepod
until it's repaired.

What...?

What would you have topped out at?
Warp 5.5?

Warp 6? I can't imagine you could do
much more than that.

It seemed like your engines
were starting to run pretty hot.

Prepare to be boarded.

Malcolm, I'm counting on you.

T'Pol.

Okay.

Where is she?

Your last attack blew out systems
across half the ship.

Power's down in Engineering,
a plasma conduit exploded on E Deck.

I didn't ask for a damage report.
Where is she?

I was getting to that.

Her quarters are on E Deck.

She was no more than ten metres
away when the conduit blew.

Her injuries are extensive.

Plasma burns, neurological trauma.

I want to see her.

This is Dr Phlox.

- The Vulcan?
- She's undergoing dermal regeneration.

Open it.

I will not.

I don't know what business you have
with this woman but when

she was brought in here
she became my patient.

If I remove her from the imaging
chamber prematurely, she'll die.

Open it.

- Yes?
- Our sensors just went down, captain.

- What's causing it? - Enterprise
is redirecting our jamming signal.

No!

Report!

Answer me! What's going on?

I imagine they have their
hands full right about now.

I believe that's the Sh'Raan.

She's a Vulcan combat cruiser.
One of their most powerful,

if I'm not mistaken.

Sir, the captain of the Sh'Raan
wants to speak to you.

Put it up.

Captain Archer,
are you in any danger?

You could say that.

Tell the Mazarites to turn
their weapons over immediately,

or we'll destroy their ships.

We'll be standing by, captain.

Thank you.

We did what we came to do.

That's all that matters.

I am sorry to disappoint you.

I look forward to adding this incident
to my testimony at your trial.

Captain's starlog,
February 9th, 2152.

The Vulcans have allowed
the Mazarites to leave.

Ambassador V'Lar says there's
a good reason for doing so,

though she's certainly not
sharing it with me.

Someday I'd like to walk into a room
without it seeming like a state visit.

Occupational hazard?

I'll be along in a moment.

Thank you, captain.

I'm sorry for the trouble
I've caused you and your crew.

We're glad we could help.

I sense a great bond between you,

a bond of trust and respect.

But also...

a bond of friendship.

I think it bodes well for the future
relations of our two peoples.

Goodbye, ambassador.

Live long... and prosper.