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Archer:
Captain's star/cg, march 21st, 2153.

After three days exploring
an uninhabited planet,

commander Tucker and I have been
called back to enterprise

to greet an unexpected visitor.

Maybe you were lightheaded
from the altitude.

I didn't slip. That overhang gave way
the moment I put my foot on it.

- I walked on the same rocks you did.
- Maybe you loosened them.

You do weigh a few kilos more
than I do.

Report.

Reed:
It dropped out of warp 30 minutes ago.

The pilot sent a brief audio message.

He insisted on speaking with you
right away.

- Any idea what he wants?
- He wouldn't say.

But I did manage to find
his ship design in the vulcan database.

It's tellarite.

T'pol's mentioned them.

Open a channel.

This is Jonathan Archer
of the enterprise.

What can I do for you?

You can start by telling me
what you're doing here.

I didn't get your name.

Captain ska/aar
of the tellarite mining consortium.

We're studying this planet.

I have three science teams
on the surface.

We're also here
for a little shore leave.

"Shore leave"?

Vacation.

It's been a while
since we've had a chance to relax.

In that case, [recommend
you visit the Equatorial range.

The view from the north summit
is inspiring.

- You've been here before?
- Many times.

I prefer to think of it
as my own personal retreat.

Oh, you mustn't leave
until you've experienced

the hydrothermal pools
of ren-gham.

- Where are they?
- The polar island chain.

Two hundred and 27 kilometers

from the southern tip
of the rykos shoreline.

Look for the pyroclastic debris field,
then follow the lava tubes...

- Sounds like we could use a guide.
- Archer: Heh.

Skalaar:
I'd be happy to show you.

- Sure we're not intruding?
- Not at all.

I'll meet you
at your starboard docking port.

I'll help you plan your shore leave.

T'pol says they're not
the most agreeable species.

Apparently, they enjoy
a good argument.

Trip: Huh.

It's considered a sport
on their planet.

Pff. I've got an old girlfriend
this guy might like to meet.

I'm picking up weapons fire on e-deck,
starboard airlock.

Send a security team.
Bridge to captain Archer.

The tellarite ship's trying to undock
with the seals locked.

Engage the emergency clamps.

- He's going to warp.
- Pursuit course.

He's disabled our starboard nacelle.
We can't follow him, sir.

Get those teams up
from the surface.

Trip: We're having
trouble isolating his signature.

He must have done something
to mask it.

- How long until we have warp drive?
- Less than an hour.

- T'pol: I'm on my way to the bridge.
- Acknowledged.

I'm afraid you're not going anywhere
for the moment.

We brought a stowaway with us,
a rather unusual microbe.

- Is it contagious?
- I'll have to run some more tests.

To be safe,
we should both go through decon.

What do you want?

I asked you a question. Ah.

I'd stay clear of those emitters
if I were you.

The very latest technology.
I installed them last month.

I doubt this ship of yours
will be a match for enterprise.

I've taken appropriate
countermeasures.

We won't be seeing any more
of your starship.

I wanna know
where you're taking me.

My crew's not gonna give up
until they find me.

If you take me back, I'd be willing
to forget this ever happened.

You can either be quiet or
spend the rest of this trip unconscious.

Which do you prefer?

Hmm. This microbe is more resilient
than I thought.

It doesn't seem to be vulnerable
to theta radiation.

Perhaps you can increase the dosage.

That wouldn't be advisable. We'd both
suffer permanent cellular damage.

There must be something else
you can try.

Decon gel e may neutralize
the microbe.

But, uh, it will be several hours
before we know if it's effective.

I can't stay here several hours.

You have little choice.

This organism appears
to be infectious

and humans would be far more
vulnerable to it than you or I.

Commander Tucker is quite capable.

If he needs your help,
he knows where to find you.

Fortunately, no one else
on the surface

was exposed to the microbe.

I suspect you and I
were contaminated

when we climbed
into the second ravine.

Considering the quantity of fauna
down there,

I'm not at all surprised.

We were probably infected
by the marsupials I found.

I told you to leave them alone.

Their saliva is
a natural anticoagulant.

I couldn't return to the ship
without a sample.

I could use your assistance.

I wasn't aware a curtain
was installed.

Not everyone's comfortable with
the idea of disrobing in front of others.

An odd attitude for a physician.

It's a characteristic
of denobulan males.

We are more inhibited
than our women.

It's, uh, led to a number of awkward
moments.

My starfleet physical was
an experience

I never hope to repeat.

If you wouldn't mind.

Sensors are picking up
a faint warp signature.

Can you get a fix on it?

Bearing 071, Mark 32.

It's erratic
but it matches our tellarite friend.

Set a course, maximum warp.

Klingon: You are speaking on
a secure channel.

I'm trying to reach captain goroth.

It's very important
that I speak with him.

Klingon: We're attempting
to transfer you. Stand by.

Goroth:
This is goroth. What do you want?

I have the fugitive.

Goroth: He's in your custody?

He's standing about five meters
from me.

You'll be pleased to know
he's still alive.

I'm bringing him to kronos
as we agreed.

Goroth: No. I'm transmitting
rendezvous coordinates.

Be there in two days.

Skalaar:
I trust you'll have the full payment?

Goroth:
You'll get what was promised.

Pleasure doing business with you,
captain.

As always.

How much are they paying you?

You mentioned
the klingon home world, kronos.

I assume this has something to do
with my escaping prison.

You don't even know
what I'm accused of.

You're right. And I don't care to.

The signature's holding steady.
Looks like he's orbiting a g-type star.

Go to tactical alert.

It appears to be a beacon
of some kind.

It's generating a warp signature
identical to the tellarite's.

A decoy? Anything on sensors?

We're gonna have to start all over.

I'm getting too much interference
from that device.

- It's throwing off our scans.
- Then get rid of it.

With pleasure, sir.

Archer: I have no idea
what the klingons are paying you,

but whatever it is,
starfleet will double it.

- I don't take bribes from criminals.
- I'm not a criminal.

Klingon judiciary says that you are.

My crime was helping a ship
full of refugees.

Well, that was very noble of you.

You'll think twice
before doing that again.

It's pretty clear
I'm never gonna get the chance.

I was sentenced to life in prison
on rura penthe.

I'm familiar with rura penthe.

The magistrate isn't going to be
so lenient next time.

I'll probably be executed.

That's not my concern.

You don't care you're sending
an innocent man to his death?

I've captured dozens of fugitives.

Every one of them claimed to be
an innocent man.

If the klingons wanted them,
they probably were.

You don't have to do this.

Goroth already knows you're aboard.

If I don't deliver you,
he'll offer a reward for both of us.

I've learned never to cross a klingon.

It must be difficult

working for people like them.

I don't answer to those savages.
I work for myself.

That's not how it looks from in here.

If you knew how much
they were paying me,

you'd understand.

This has nothing to do with you.

I'm sure you're not a bad person,
just an unlucky one.

You're making it difficult to meditate.

You've developed a slight fever.

I'm also reading
elevated dopamine levels.

The microbe may be affecting
your limbic system.

I can't concentrate
under these conditions.

I don't mean to be intrusive.

The captain's been abducted.
He may even be dead.

My place is on the bridge.

Sub-commander?

Where are you going?

- Open it.
- You'll spread the infection.

I'll go to my quarters.
If I seal off the ventilation system,

it should minimize the risk
of exposing anyone.

Your quarters are on c-deck.

By the time you reach them,
you'll contaminate half the ship.

Unlock this door.

I gave you a direct order.

- I'm sorry but I can't obey it.
- I can have you court-martialed.

- I doubt that very much.
- Open it!

I apologize.

I'm having trouble
suppressing my emotions.

We'll know in a few hours
whether the gel is working.

Until then, perhaps a mild sedative
will help.

The klingons are paying
9,000 darseks.

That's more than enough
to get tezra back.

- You're not being realistic.
- I already have the human in custody.

- The reward is guaranteed.
- You've made this promise before.

In two days,
you'll see I'm telling the truth.

Even if you get the money,
which I doubt,

it wouldn't change my decision.

Do you wanna scrub plasma injectors
the rest of your life?

I'm giving you a chance to...

- Who's tezra?
- Tezra's not a person.

It's a cargo ship.

Far more impressive
than this antique.

You're going to use the reward
to buy your ship back?

You'd be wise to keep quiet.

The klingons pay me the same
whether you're alive or dead.

A vessel's approaching.

I wouldn't get too optimistic.
It's not your starship.

You have something I want.

Skalaar:
Always one step behind me, eh, kago?

Drop out of warp
and surrender the prisoner.

- Why would I do that?
- Don't force me to take action.

Goroth told you where I was,
didn't he?

You had two months
to find the human.

Goroth contacted me because you
obviously weren't going to succeed.

You're incompetent.

If I was incompetent, Archer would be
aboard your ship, wouldn't he?

The human.

Or what? You'll destroy my shuttle?

Can't collect on Archer
if he's a cloud of vapor.

You may want to hold
onto something.

- Let me out. I can help you.
- You must think I'm a fool.

You can't maneuver the ship
and make repairs at the same time.

I'm a pilot. Let me take the helm.

If you try to escape...

This is the warp field regulator,
the impulse throttle.

- Navigation sensors?
- There.

Archer: There's an I-class planet
in this system.

- I'm taking us out of warp.
- What?

We can't outrun him.
But he may not be able to navigate

as well as we can
in the planet's atmosphere.

This ship wasn't designed
for these maneuvers.

We've lost the aft cannons.

- What about forward cannons?
- Still online.

- What are these?
- Subspace beacons.

They generate
a false warp signature.

I used one of them
to evade your vessel.

- Get ready to launch them.
- What good will that do?

Archer: He's flying on sensors,
just like we are.

He'll only have a 1-in-3 chance
of targeting us.

- Ready.
- Now.

We knocked out his engine.

- He's making an emergency landing.
- Don't celebrate yet.

Our reactor's leaking.
The warp drive's off-line.

I'm never going to make
the rendezvous.

Isn't that a shame?

The reactor also powers life support.

Then you'd better get to work.

It can only be accessed
from the outer hull.

- Then we should set down here.
- But kago's on the surface.

We'll land a thousand kilometers
away.

What are you doing?

You said
we'd need another treatment.

Not for three hours.

Is there any harm in starting now?

I can apply it myself, thank you.

- Perhaps you need another sedative.
- Rest is not what I need.

Sub-commander,
this behavior is hardly appropriate.

My name is t'pol.

- You don't find me attractive?
- Of course I do.

But that is not the issue.

I am familiar
with denobulan sexuality.

I know that your marriages
aren't exclusive.

You and I are colleagues.

- It's against regulations.
- Starfleet regulations.

There's no reason to be restrained
by human morality.

It's obvious you're not well. Please.

You have no idea
what you're denying yourself.

Your endorphin and hormonal levels
are dangerously high.

You don't understand. I'm not ill.

These are hardly normal readings.

They're normal for a vulcan
in my condition.

You know what's wrong with you?

It's not something
we discuss with others.

I believe it's time
for you to amend that policy.

You have my assurance
it will remain between us.

We call it the pon farr.

The cycle of mating.

Have you gone through this before?

It's not time.

It's possible the infection acted
as a catalyst.

What caused it doesn't matter.

If I don't mate with a male,
vulcan or otherwise, I'll die.

That ship you mentioned, the tezra,

sounds pretty important to you.

Oh, more than you know.

If kago collects the reward,

he'll probably waste it
on Orion slave girls.

Not me.

I'm going to do something useful
with it.

I don't understand
why you want a cargo ship.

It doesn't seem practical
in your line of work.

You think I've been chasing fugitives
my entire life?

Once I get the money, I'll have enough
to pay off the impound fees.

I'll be a freighter captain again.

My helmsman used to run freight.

The two of you would probably have
a lot to talk about.

The tezra isn't like
any other cargo ship.

She was the first of her class,
the fastest ever built.

She could haul a million metric tons
at warp 4.5.

Even your starship
isn't capable of that.

I retrofitted her engines myself.

You never told me
why it was impounded.

My brother and I were hauling
a shipment of firesalt.

I thought I could trim
two or three days off our journey

by cutting across the most insignificant
corner of klingon space.

I learned very quickly
there's no such thing

as an insignificant corner
of klingon space.

We were lucky to escape
with our lives,

though we did pay a price.

- They took your ship?
- And its cargo too.

My brother never forgave me.

I've been trying to find a way to get
the tezra back ever since.

What are you doing?

Did you really think
I wanted this engine fixed?

You're taking me to be executed.

Don't worry.
We'll meet goroth on time.

Feeling any better?

I'm hungry.

Our meals will be here soon.

I wasn't referring to food.

I'm working as quickly as I can.

The serum should help alleviate
most of your symptoms.

There's a far simpler treatment.

I'd prefer to explore
a more conventional approach.

You have the cure.

It's unethical for you to withhold it,
doctor.

This mating cycle of yours
was artificially induced.

We can't be certain that
a physical encounter would help.

- I'm willing to try.
- Sub-commander...

Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you.

You're disturbing my serum.

- You need to be sedated again.
- No more hyposprays.

One of us should probably
answer that. Ow.

It could be news about the captain.

Trip: Anyone hungry in there?

I brought you some supper.

Just in the Nick of time, commander.

It would be best
if you remained here.

How are you two holding up?

Well enough.

Have you been able to locate
captain Archer?

We 're tracking another
warp signature.

Hopefully this one's the real thing.

- Are those the ones you wanted?
- Yes. Thank you.

T'pol: |s that food? Trip: Yeah.

I had chef make you some...

Is she all right?

She's developed a slight fever.
Nothing to be concerned about.

Reed:
Bridge to commander Tucker.

Go ahead.

Reed:
We 're approaching the coordinates.

On my way.

Call if you need anything.

What have you got?

Two matching warp signatures,
both in the upper atmosphere.

More subspace beacons.

There is a ship on the surface.

It seems to have suffered
engine damage.

But it's not tellarite.

- Bio-signs?
- One.

Open a channel.

Yes?

Sorry to bother you
but we're looking for a tellarite shuttle.

Have you seen one?

How much did the klingons
offer you?

Klingons?

Look, there must be some sort
of misunderstanding here.

- We're looking for our captain.
- Kago: Your captain.

He's got a price on his head.

He's probably halfway
to klingon space by now.

Travis, how close are we
to klingon space?

Less than six light years.

If that tellarite's looking to collect
some kind of reward,

we better find him
before he gets there.

- Set a course. Take us back to warp.
- Aye, sir.

- What are you doing here?
- I need your help.

Gaavrin:
You shouldn't have brought him.

You think I would have come here
if I had a choice?

I need an antimatter injector.

And I suppose you have no way
of paying for it.

You know who this is?

He's the only prisoner
who's ever escaped from rura penthe.

The klingons are offering a fortune
to get him back. Tell him.

If I give you the injector, you have
to promise never to come back here.

Of course I'm coming back.

- You're going to be my first officer.
- That was years ago.

I work here now.

Skalaar:
Scrubbing plasma injectors?

Is that how you want your children
to see you?

It's better than hunting criminals.

You think that I enjoy spending
my time with vermin like him?

I have work to do.

Please, don't turn your back on me
again.

We can reclaim the tezra.

You won't want that ship
after you see it.

Why not?

The klingons cannibalized her.
Every power relay, every conduit.

- The engines?
- They're gone.

I'll give you the injector,
but after that, I want you to leave.

What do you plan to do now?

- Get that injector and install it.
- And then?

I suppose you'll turn me over
to the klingons.

I'll be disemboweled with one of those
nasty-looking swords of theirs.

And you'll collect your 9,000 darseks.

- But it won't get you the tezra back.
- What are you trying to say?

The klingons took your freighter,
yourhvehhood.

Damaged your relationship
with your brother.

And what do you get in exchange?
Nine thousand darseks.

Doesn't seem like a very fair trade
to me.

What choice do I have?

I told you, if I let you go,
they'd kill me.

Maybe not.

Have you ever been aboard
goroth's ship?

Twice. Why?

I beg your pardon?

- Let me out.
- You know I can't do that.

The heat, it's unbearable.

If I lower the temperature,
the serum will start to congeal.

I don't want your serum.
Open the door.

I assure you, you're going to feel
much better in just a few minutes.

Open it.

This will only take a moment.

Your biochemical imbalance
is growing worse.

If we don't treat it now, the damage to
your limbic system could be irreversible.

You said it yourself, t'pol,
it could kill you.

Stay away from me.

One injection. That's all I ask.

Very well.

You're free to go.

Fou r-two-eight-six-fou r.
That's the locking code.

Denobulan medical ethics prevent me
from treating patients against their will.

Fou r-two-eight-six-fou r.

- Phlox to the bridge.
- Trip: Tucker here.

You may want to evacuate d-deck.

She's still in this section.

The doctor says she's irrational,
so use caution.

Yes, sir.

Malcolm.

I need your assistance.

We've been very worried about you,
sub-commander.

Let's get you back to the doctor.

I can't return to the doctor.
He's refusing to treat me.

- How long has it been?
- I beg your pardon?

Since you've mated.

I've seen the way you look at me,

on the bridge.

Why don't we discuss this
in decon?

My quarters would be
more comfortable.

Dr. Phlox was very insistent.

Reed: Follow me, sub-commander.

Skalaar: Welcome.

The empire never forgets
its enemies.

What about my payment?

Six thousand darseks.

- We agreed to 9.
- Did we?

That's blood money, skalaar.

Hope you enjoy it.

We're being hailed, commander.

- It's the tellarite ship.
- What?

Put him through.

I've got them. Bearing 226, Mark 71.

Set a course. Go to tactical alert.

Where do you think you'll go,
human?

There isn't a planet
within 50 light years.

He won't get far. Drop out of warp.

- Should I charge weapons?
- No. I want him alive.

I see him.
Eight hundred thousand kilometers.

- What about the klingons?
- They're closing in on him.

- They're charging weapons.
- Return fire.

Deploy the grappler.

They're not making it easy.

- Malcolm?
- I'm doing the best I can, sir.

Their weapon ports
are heavily shielded.

- Got it.
- Bring him in.

- Their weapons are down.
- The pod?

- Safe and sound. Launch bay 2.
- Let's get the hell out of here.

You'll be pleased to know the microbe's
been eliminated from your system.

Your premature mating cycle
has ended.

Did I do anything inappropriate?

I've had patients treat me far worse.

Did we...?

Oh, denobulan males aren't
comfortable discussing such topics.

I'd appreciate it
if you didn't mention this to anyone.

I'd never violate a patient's privacy.

Rough ride? Archer: Heh.

What's the status of the klingons?

We damaged their port nacelle.
They're limping back to kronos.

Where's t'pol?

Uh, she's in decon with Dr. Phlox.

What happened?

It's a long story.

You're being hailed, captain.

I see you made it back safely.

Do you think the klingons know
you gave me that lock pick?

I don't see why they would.

What are you gonna do
with your reward?

I'm not sure.

If you know of an old freighter
for sale...

I'll keep my eyes open.

Be careful, captain.

It's likely the klingons
will double their bounty.

I hope you won't be the one
to collect it.

No promises.