Your neurolytic enzymes
are considerably higher
than last month.
The treatment's no longer
        effective?
I told you it was just
a matter of time
before we'd need
supplemental medications.
This conference
is a perfect opportunity.
Some of your finest physicians
will be there.
It's essential
that I speak with them.
    It's too great a risk.
I'd be taken off Enterprise.
I think
I can question them
without revealing
that you're infected.
    It's too great a risk.
I'm afraid
we have no choice.
Without further treatment,
you could very possibly die.
/ It's been a long road /
/ Getting 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 /
    / No one's gonna bend
        or break me /
    / I can reach any star /
    / I've got faith /
    / I've got, I've got /
    / I've got faith /
    / Faith of the heart. /
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            ARCHER:
 Captain's Starlog Supplemental:
     We've entered orbit
     of Dekendi Three
     where the Interspecies
     Medical Exchange
 is hosting a conference.
     We'll be picking up
     a neutron microscope
     but more importantly,
     we'll get a chance
 to meet one of Phlox's wives.
        How long's it been, Doc?
Oh, I haven't seen Feezal
    for nearly four years.
What's the point
of having three wives
if you never get
to see them?
        Denobulans are renowned
        for their patience.
Welcome, my beloved!
                    My beloved.
    ( both sniffing )
Captain Archer,
I'd like you
to meet my second wife, Feezal.
        It's a pleasure
    to have you aboard.
                Thank you.
And this is our Chief Engineer,
Commander Tucker.
            Ma'am.
                I look forward
                to helping you
        install the microscope.
We can hold that off till later.
    I'm sure the two of you
        are eager
to spend some time together.
Nonsense, Captain.
We've been apart
for four years.
Another hour,
another day.
As I said,
we are very patient.
    Well, in that case,
why don't we have some lunch
        while the microscope's
        being unloaded?
                I'd be honored.
Won't you be joining us,
Commander?
        I'd love to,
but I think I should make sure
    your equipment gets up
to Sick Bay in one piece.
Then I'll see you
after lunch?
            You bet.
                It seems odd,
                doesn't it?
    that a Denobulan physician
    would be interested
            in a Vulcan disease.
    One of my colleagues
        on Denobula
    has been studying
Pa'nar Syndrome for some time.
Its pathology is quite similar
to thymic sclerosis.
Thymic sclerosis?
        It's a nonfatal illness
            which we've
            had very little
            success treating.
        I promised him,
        my colleague back home
that I'd inquire
about any recent advances
in its treatment.
We're hesitant to discuss
Pa'nar Syndrome, Doctor.
    This illness is unique
        to a subculture
    a small percentage
    of our population.
    Their behavior is neither
    tolerated nor sanctioned.
My friend
is well aware of that.
Unfortunately, thymic sclerosis
    is found in all strata
    of Denobulan society.
    Developing a cure
is of paramount importance.
Do you have
any literature
on this disease?
        As I told you,
        I'm currently serving
        on a Starfleet vessel.
            Humans are not
            susceptible to it.
I could contact
my colleague
but it would take
at least five days
before we'd receive
a response.
    I'm afraid we'll have
    returned to Vulcan by then.
Anything you could provide
me with
would be instrumental
in helping the Denobulan people.
        We'll have to discuss
        your requestctor.
When we've reached a decision,
    we'll contact you
    aboard your ship.
    Thank you for your time.
If the reflectometer
is supposed to amplify
the neutron stream,
shouldn't it be installed
before the emitters?
                It's collimating
                the neutrons,
            not amplifying them.
            If you read
            the instructions,
            you'll find
            it's all very clear.
Oh, I've tried to read
the instructions
and they are anything
but clear.
I don't want to brag,
but I can take apart
and put back together
just about any piece
of equipment
I've ever met.
It's one of the reasons
Captain Archer picked me
for this mission
because I'm really good
at following instructions.
But these are in...
                Denobulan,
                I understand.
            That's why I'm here.
            So let's go
            through it slowly.
        Do you see the threads
        on the aperture ring?
                    Here.
Exactly.
Take the smaller
condenser lens
anscrew it on.
Now remodulate
the emitter frequency.
That'll initiate
the neutron stream.
                    Which one?
            You're going
            to have to help me
            with this one.
It's very simple.
Insert the thick end
into this opening.
It'll automatically program
the frequency.
( trills )
You can pull it out now.
The stream should be initiated.
            I think I'm getting
            the hang of it.
            Maybe if you explain
            the next few steps
    I could try and get through
    some of this on my own.
                By all means.
        You're a very confident
        young man, aren't you?
I try to be.
            You're going to need
        to come a little closer
        to see this.
        Have you spoken to Phlox
        since he got back?
I wasn't aware
he was gone.
        You must've not seen him
        yesterday morning.
                He was champing
                at the bit
            to get down
            to that conference.
        Brought back a wish list
        of medical instruments.
It is the first
IME conference
he's attended
in over a year.
            He said there was
            a Vulcan contingent.
            You might want to
            go down for a visit.
                    You may know
                    one of them.
There are over one million
physicians on Vulcan.
            I would think you'd
            enjoy spending time
            with members of
            your own species.
        ( com chirps )
                        Archer.
            HOSHI:
A Vulcan transport has requested
    permission to dock, sir.
    They've already left
        the surface.
            Speak of the devil.
            Looks like you won't
            have to go anywhere.
            We'll meet them
            at Docking Port Two.
        They've asked
    that the doctor join you
    and Sub-Commander T'Pol.
            Let 'em know, okay?
        Right away, sir.
You have any idea
what this is about?
        I haven't spoken to
        anyone on the surface.
You can bet they're
not coming up for
coffee and donuts.
Can I get you something?
Thanks to Sub-Commander
T'Pol, our chef has learned
to make some pretty decent
Plomeek soup.
            We appreciate your
            hospitality, Captain
        but we've come to speak
        to your doctor...
        with your permission.
        Absolutely.
        If you need anything,
        just let me know.
        We would appreciate it
if T'Pol would remain.
                Sub-Commander.
                We've discussed
                your request.
        Unfortunately,
    we are still hesitant
        to share data
regarding Pa'nar Syndrome.
Sub-Commander T'Pol
is not aware of my request.
I'm curious why
you asked her to stay.
            You're requesting
            information about
            a Vulcan disease
        and you didn't discuss
        it with you Vulcan
        Science Officer?
That's correct.
As far as I know
her expertise
does not include medicine.
Are you familiar
with Pa'nar Syndrome,
Sub-Commander?
        Of course.
Would you mind describing it?
    You're physicians.
    Why would you need me
    to define an illness?
    Please, indulge us.
It's an incurable degradation
of the synaptic pathways.
It also affects the endocrine
    and immune systems.
    An impressive definition.
    Could you tell us how
    the disease is transmitted?
Through a telepathic practice.
And what practice
would that be?
        Mind-melds.
They cause a disruption
of neuroelectric impulses
in the mid-brain, which can lead
    to the early stages
        of the syndrome.
            Do you condone these
            acts, Sub-Commander?
            These mind-melds?
            I'd appreciate it
            if you'd tell me
        why you asked me here.
As would I.
Your questions to T'Pol
seem inappropriate.
Dr. Phlox has asked for data
regarding the treatment
of Pa'nar Syndrome.
Did you have anything
to do with that request?
I believe I was
very clear about that.
            Yes, your colleague
            on Denobula.
            Forgive us, Doctor,
    but since there's a Vulcan
    serving on your ship,
    a fact that you neglected
    to mention to us,
        we had to consider
        other possible motives
                for you inquiry.
What motive
are you suggesting?
        Are you familiar with
        any of these names?
They're Vulcan.
I'm not familiar
with any of them.
                They're melders.
        Vulcans with the ability
        to transfer thoughts and
        memories to each other.
        Do you know any melders,
        Sub-Commander?
                    Not well,
but I've met
a number of them.
        Then I'll ask you again.
                Do you condone
                their behavior?
I don't understand
what your questions have to do
with the Doctor's request.
    We find their behavior
        unacceptable.
And since Pa'nar Syndrome
is transmitted by these people,
its cure is not a priority.
        Are you saying
there is no additional research?
    None that we'd care
        to disseminate.
        I'm sorry.
You traveled up from the surface
    to tell Dr. Phlox
    you wouldn't help him?
    If you'll please show us
        to the airlock.
Is it definitive?
                Unmistakably.
            She's suffering
            from the syndrome.
                    Now watch.
            A simple strand of
            protein molecules
            can be enlarged...
                and enhanced...
to where we can clearly
see a single nucleotide.
                        Amazing.
Look at that.
Are those...?
                Carbon atoms.
Now you try it.
            First I reinitialize
the neutron stream.
                    Precisely.
Very good.
                Now, align the
                quantum filters.
This is a bitch.
                    Excuse me?
Oh, not you, no.
Th-the microscope.
        Has Vesna
    forgiven Groznik yet?
                Absolutely not.
            Groznik has only
            apologized twice.
                I doubt he'll
                be forgiven
                    for another
                    two years.
    Well, at least he has%=
        his other wives.
            Not wives-- wife.
                Kessil moved
                to Teerza Prime
                to be with her
                third husband.
Did I do this right?
                    Why is there
                    no image?
You forgot to enter
                the frequency
                parameters.
        Which one was
    her third husband?
    Oh, was that Klaban?
            Bogga. Klaban was
            Forlisa's husband.
            Her first, I think.
                There you go.
            Why isn't it sharp?
                You forgot to
                stabilize
                the aperture.
    That's just a reflection
    frhe imaging filament.
    ( whimpers )
            That's all right.
            We'll reinitialize
            the neutron stream
                and start again.
            Forlisa.
        ( chuckles )
    Forlisa. Oh, my, my.
I thought about asking Forlisa
    to be my second wife.
    Turned out she already
    had three husbands.
    Archer to Dr. Phlox.
Yes, Captain.
    Could you report
    to my ready room?
Certainly.
I'll be back
as soon as I can,
my beloved.
Commander.
        ( door chimes )
            Come in.
        Yes, Captain.
                I wanted to see
                both of you.
    It's been a while
    since I was embarrassed
    by a Vulcan dignitary.
Sir?
        I just spoke
        to Dr. Oratt.
    It seems you requested
    some medical data
        regarding
    a Vulcan illness...
    for a colleague...
        on Denobula.
                    Yes, sir.
    And both of you said
    that T'Pol had nothing
    to do with that request.
                    are you both
    going to lie to me
    like you lied to them?
        I have no intention of
        lying to you, Captain.
    And when were you
    going to tell me
    that you've contracted
    a serious illness?
    Sir?
They handed you something--
        a PADD, I think.
                    Does that
                    ring a bell?
                    You left a
                    fingerprint.
            It was enough for
            them to run tests.
        Why did you lie to them?
It's none
of their concern.
    It sure as hell is
    if they can help you.
    How long have you
    known about this?
                Nearly a year.
    And you never thought
that maybe you should come to me
        and let me know
    that one of my officers
has a potentially fatal disease?
                I believe your
                culture embraces
                the concept of
                doctor-patient
                confidentiality.
The disease
is not contagious.
If we had told you
there's nothing
you could have done.
You still haven't explained to
me why you lied to the Vulcans.
And why would you think they
would be more apt to help you
        if you said it was for
        a Denobulan colleague?
Pa'nar syndrome is an illness
that carries a stigma on Vulcan.
    If the High Command was
to learn that I was infected,
    I would most likely
    lose my commission.
        For having a disease?
It's not
about the disease.
It's about the people who are
capable of transmitting it.
                    Go on.
There are certain Vulcans,
a small minority
who are born
with the ability
to perform a very intimate
form of telepathy.
                    Intimate?
A melding of minds.
            That ship of Vulcans
    who were experimenting
        with emotions.
They are part of the
telepathic minority.
One of the reasons why
they left Vulcan
was to escape prejudice.
Their behavior
is considered unnatural.
They're seen as a threat.
You belong to that minority.
            No.
                Then...?
Only members
        of the minority can
        initiate a mind-meld,
            but any Vulcan can
            be the recipient.
Why would you take that risk?
    It wasn't by choice.
One of the men on that ship...
            You were attacked.
                I remember.
                I'm sure the
                High Command
                will understand.
I have no intention
of telling them.
                Why not?
    I have my reasons.
            How serious is it?
    I've kept it
    in check,
    but the symptoms
    have progressed.
That's why I requested
the most current research.
        Well, your request was
        accompanied by a lie
and whatever your reasons
        might have been,
    you're no longer welcome
    at the conference.
                The Vulcans have
                seen to that.
                I understand.
My number one priority here
        is the health
    of my first officer.
If these doctors have data
    that can help her...
    I plan to get it.
I'm sorry,
did we keep you waiting?
    Actually... you did.
            What can we do
            for you, Captain?
Sub-Commander T'Pol
and my doctor
have explained
the situation to me.
                        Oh.
            It's unfortunate
            that T'Pol is ill.
Doctor Phlox assures me
that he was only trying
to protect her privacy.
He doesn't make
a habit of lying.
        I certainly hope not.
I'm having
a little difficulty
understanding why you
won't share your research
especially now
that you know
it could help
T'Pol's condition.
I can't believe
you're withholding it
to punish Dr. Phlox.
        Our decision has nothing
        to do with that.
Then what does
it have to do with?
                Pa'nar syndrome
                is a disease
            that's unique to an
            undesirable segment
            of our population.
        Thankfully, there
        are very few of them.
        And because you
    find them undesirable...
    they're not entitled
        to medical care?
            We don't condone
            the intimate acts
    that these people engage in.
        They defy everything
        our society stands for.
        Intimate acts?
You're talking about mind-melds.
    We take great pride in our
    ability to contain emotions.
    Sharing them is offensive.
                Now, if you'll
                excuse me,
            we have a great
            deal of work to do
                before the
                conference ends.
If you're not going
to help her
the least you could do
is show a little discretion.
The High Command doesn't
need to know about this.
                It's not for us
                to decide what
                the High Command
                needs to know.
You have her genetic profile.
You must realize she's not
a member of this minority.
                    Nonetheless.
    There's only one way to
    contract Pa'nar syndrome.
                Good day.
        ( com chirps )
            Yes.
There's a message for you
coming from the surface.
    Transfer it here.
        ( door chiming )
                        ARCHER:
                        Come in.
                        Ah.
                I was just about
                to call you.
                    Sit down.
        I'm sorry.
        I didn't have
    much luck down there.
They seemed pretty...
    pigheaded when it comes
    to Pa'nar syndrome
and I got the distinct feeling
they're not going to keep this
        to themselves.
I just received a message
        from Dr. Yuris.
    Which one was he?
        The youngest.
    He asked me to meet him
    in a northern section
        of the city.
I believe he wants to help.
        "Help."
Well, that seems like the last
thing these doctors want to do.
    He asked me to come alone.
Sub-Commander.
This may be
of use to you.
                    What is it?
The research
your doctor asked for.
    You've taken a great risk
    by bringing this to me.
One that I'm more
than willing to take.
                    Why?
There's more intolerance today
than there was
a thousand years ago.
    It has to stop.
    Why jeopardize your career
    to help someone you despise?
If I despised you,
I'd be despising myself.
I'm part of the minority.
You know I'm not a member
of the minority.
        As far as my colleagues
        are concerned,
        you might as well be.
        Anyone who chooses
        to perform a mind-meld
        is worthy of contempt.
    What if I didn't choose?
            You were coerced.
        You should tell them.
They'll be far more sympathetic.
    Are you infected?
No. Only a small percentage are.
        If they ask my opinion,
        I won't be able to
        condone what you did.
        I hope you understand.
    You can't jeopardize
        your position.
            I have to return.
        Tell them what happened.
    Tell them before they
    contact the High Command.
    Thank you for this.
It doesn't make any sense.
                    Why not?
We're orbiting an alien world,
and most of the crew are free
to go down and visit.
Why would anyone want
to stay on board
and watch a movie?
                Are you kidding?
                 They're showing
                 The Black Cat.
                Boris Karloff
                and Bela Lugosi!
It sounds like you're the one
picking the movies.
                    Me?
Who else would choose
an obscure horror film?
Why not something
a little more--
I don't know,
romantic?
I'm going down
to the surface.
            Wh-What's the rush?
        You... you haven't even
finished your dinner.
        There's a shuttle
        leaving at 1800 hours.
You've got
plenty of time.
Try the cobbler--
Chef outdid himself!
        Okay, but I have to
        leave in a few minutes.
        May I join you?
                        Please.
I'm Hoshi Sato. I've been
meaning to introduce myself.
        Feezal Phlox.
You're the language wizard.
My husband speaks
very fondly of you.
    ( in Denobulan ):
            I'm getting a little
            paranoid here.
            You're not talking
            about me, are you?
    Matter of fact, we were.
Ensign Sato barely
has an accent.
She was telling me
how attractive
she thinks you are.
She's pulling your leg, sir.
    I was only talking
        about grammar.
            It's okay, Hoshi.
        I've got to go.
It was very nice to meet you.
I wasn't exactly "pulling"
        your leg, was I?
        No, not exactly.
        Look, uh...
        ( chuckles )
    I'm very flattered,
but aren't you a married woman?
    I'm a woman, that's all
    that matters, isn't it?
        Uh... I'm afraid
    I've got to go, too.
Um, Captain asked me to write
a synopsis of tonight's movie.
        Save me a seat.
You probably wouldn't like it.
        It's very scary,
and, uh, you've got to...
    You've got to be human
to appreciate horror films.
I'll see you in the morning.
            She's at it again!
I don't know about you,
but I find her quite attractive.
            Come on, Malcolm,
            this is serious!
        What if Phlox finds out?
You haven't done anything
to make her think that you...
                Of course not!
                Maybe I should
                tell the Doc.
Tell him what? That his wife
is trying to seduce you?
Not a good idea.
        But I've got to spend
        the next two days
            with her working
            on the microscope.
                    ( sighs )
        I really think I
        should speak to Phlox.
It might be a lot easier
to avoid her advances
than to get Phlox angry.
I once saw him lose his temper
when one of his creatures
bit him.
( chuckling ):
It wasn't a pretty sight.
        ( sighs )
This is far from a cure,
but it should slow down
the progression of the disease.
It's surprising. I assumed
your Science Directorate
would've made more
progress than this.
As we've seen, they're not very
motivated to develop a cure.
Hmm, with this research,
I should be able to get
closer than they have.
        ( door opens )
    How useful is it?
        Very. It will allow me
        to improve my course
        of treatment
            long before her
            symptoms get worse.
    Have you figured out
why Dr. Yuris gave it to you?
        No, I haven't.
    You spoke with them.
A few minutes ago.
They've decided to recall you.
Do they have the authority
        to do that?
        Dr. Oratt does.
He's a ranking member
of the Council of Physicians.
They plan on taking you
back to Vulcan when the
conference is over.
    Have they notified
    the High Command?
Not till you reach Vulcan.
You've got to tell them, T'Pol.
Tell them what happened.
They won't do a thing to you
once they know
it wasn't voluntary
that he did it
against your will.
                I won't do that.
Why the hell not?!
        I have Pa'nar Syndrome.
    Doesn't make a difference
    how I contracted it.
It makes a lot
of difference!
You're not a member
of this "minority."
He forced himself on you.
You said it yourself!
    He's right, T'Pol.
    You should tell them.
        He's not right.
If I use that as a defense
            as a way
    to keep from being taken
        off Enterprise,
        I'd be condoning
        their prejudice,
and in the process, indicting
every member of the minority.
        I won't do that.
        ( door shuts )
    Where's Oratt?
    Dr. Oratt isn't available.
        Perhaps I can help you.
Perhaps you can't.
You're going to
have to leave.
        I need to talk to you!
                I told him
                you were busy.
    What can I do for you,
            Captain?
You have no right
to take my Science Officer.
            You're mistaken.
            I have every right.
You can't dismiss someone
just because you don't agree
with the way they conduct
    their personal lives!
    I am not dismissing T'Pol.
            I'm simply returning
            her to Vulcan.
    The High Command will decide
    whether she is fit for duty.
            Fit?!
You're saying
a single mind-meld
is enough to destroy
her career?
Or is it that she
contracted the disease?
That's why you're so hesitant
to find a cure, isn't it?
Why bother to help people
you don't approve of?
                I'm sorry you
                don't understand
        the complexities of
        our culture, Captain.
Please have the Sub-Commander
ready to depart in 36 hours.
Not so fast.
 You know what this is...
 Doctor?
My Communications Officer got it
from the Vulcan database.
It's the protocols
of the Council of Physicians.
It says that anyone accused
of ethical misconduct
is entitled to a hearing
"before the ranking
medical officer
in the province or territory
where the accusation
was first made."
If I'm not mistaken,
that would be you.
        The accusation
        against T'Pol stands.
    It's not open for debate.
    Where I come from,
everything's open for debate.
And if I read these protocols
        correctly,
so is the accusation you made
against my Science Officer.
    You're wasting your time.
    It's mine to waste.
                    Very well.
            But I will not delay
            our departure.
    The "hearing" will take
    place tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow afternoon... fine.
    ( door slammg )
        MAYWEATHER:
    It's the Dekendi's
        favorite sport.
Just because they
asked you to participate
doesn't mean
you had to.
They said it was
an honor.
It looked
easy enough.
    You're lucky this creature
    didn't strike a bit lower.
            If I may ask,
            what is the purpose
            of this... sport?
They've got these fargans...
They're kind of like
cows with humps,
and they love melons.
I think they're melons.
So, four guys get
into this big circle
filled with fargans
    and they throw these
    melons back and forth.
    They use sticks with
    metal baskets at the end.
Do you play monkey-in-the-middle
        on Denobula?
I don't believe so.
    Anyway, after a while,
the fargans start figuring out
    what's going on...
        Yogot a minute, Doc?
Are you not feeling well,
Commander?
        No, I'm fine.
I just, uh... I need to talk
    to you for a minute.
By all means.
What's on your mind?
    Uh, actually, I was kind
of hoping to talk to you alone.
Ah. I think we're
about done here.
It would be best if you
avoided fargans for a few days.
        Thanks, Doc.
        Commander.
                See you, Travis.
        Malcolm said this
        was a bad idea, but...
        I... I think it's
        the right thing to do.
What's that?
        Feezal...
    I mean, Mrs. Phlox...
    is a lovely woman.
    And she's very smart.
    She knows more about
        quantum optics
than anyone I've ever met.
    She is remarkable.
Remarkable... yeah, she sure is.
Was there something else?
                Yeah, there is.
    You got to understand
I've been a perfect gentleman.
            Absolutely
            nothing's happened.
    She's trying to...
    She's... she's...
        making advances,
    if you know what I mean.
Sexual advances?
        I'm afraid so.
Has she offered to give you
a rose petal bath?
No, no, nothing like that.
Oh, any man would be a fool
to ignore the romantic overtures
of a healthy Denobulan woman.
Don't you find her attractive?
        Oh, sure.
I mean, no, she's your wife.
What does that
have to do with it?
        She's your wife.
Oh, nonsense.
Nonsense.
You're too concerned
with human morality.
I thought you wanted
to learn about new cultures.
Isn't that why you
joined Starfleet?
                Why, of course
                it is.
But I was brought up believing
    you don't play around
    with another man's wife.
I don't think I'm ever going
to change my mind about that.
As you wish.
    Your loss.
        ( door chimes )
            Come in.
Lieutenant Reed told me
you went to the surface.
    I spoke to Dr. Oratt.
    I didn't tell you because
    I didn't want you to try
    and talk me out of it.
I assume you
were unsuccessful.
                    Not exactly.
        Before I left,
I got the medical protocols
        from Hoshi.
It seems they owe you a hearing.
    They'll never agree.
    They already did.
    I have no interest in
challenging their decision.
    If you're not going
    to defend yourself,
the least you can do is speak
    for this minority
you're so eager to protect.
            You said you didn't
            want to condone
the attitude of these doctors.
Your silence would do just that.
You need to understand...
    I won't tell them
    how I got the disease.
    I'll go along with that.
        I promise.
But you've got to understand,
I'm not going to give you up
        without a fight.
The fact that she has Pa'nar
Syndrome is not the reason
    she's being recalled.
                No. It has to do
                with how she got
                infected.
A mind meld...
over a year ago.
            When it took place
            is not pertinent.
So, what you're saying
is that if a Vulcan--
even an officer
in the Science Directorate--
engages in this exchange
of thoughts and memories,
they're condemned for it?
                As you've been
                told, Captain,
        mind melds are practiced
        by a subculture.
        Vulcans who have elected
        to conduct themselves
    in an unacceptable manner.
        They haven't "elected"
        to do anything.
            They're born
            with this ability.
                        Exactly.
                They're genetic
                aberrations
                who prey on
                people like you.
        People foolish enough
        to experiment
                with abhorrent
                behavior.
"You humans are to volatile,
too irrational,
too narrow-minded."
That's what I heard for years,
    from every Vulcan I met.
    But we don't hold
        a candle to you
        when it comes
    to "narrow-minded."
We got rid of bigotry
nearly a century ago.
We're not afraid
of diversity.
    We don't persecute it,
        we embrace it.
If you call
yourselves
enlightened,
you have to accept people
who are different than you are.
            This is pointless.
            Our culture is
            governed by rules.
                We're not about
                to ignore them.
There are no rules telling you
    to oppress minorities.
        You'd rather let them
        spread their infections.
        That's exactly why
        you're being recalled.
    No, I'm being recalled
    because you're afraid
        of anything
    that doesn't conform
        to your idea
    of acceptable behavior.
Unfortunately, you don't
know what you're talking about.
                The decision's
                been made.
                We should end
                this inquiry.
She knows exactly
what she's talking about.
Are you questioning
our judgment?
There is nothing abhorrent
about the way we lead our lives.
                        We?
There is no simple definition
        of intimacy.
            Those of us capable
                of mind melds
are no different than you are.
You realize that
you're jeopardizing
your reputation,
your career.
            We share
our thoughts differently.
    We shouldn't be punished
        for that.
The High Command will determine
whether you should be punished--
both of you.
        She's not guilty
                    of anything.
            She was violated.
        You gave me your word.
                The mind meld
            was performed
            against her will.
Can you verify this?
    Why? So you can perpetuate
    your double standard?
Condemn the infected
when they meld by choice,
    and sympathize with them
        when they don't?
What do you know
of this, Captain?
Seems my Science Officer
doesn't want to discuss it.
That's good enough
for me.
            She told me herself.
            She made me promise
            to stay silent.
                    I'm sorry.
                I had to tell
                them the truth.
        You should do the same.
I have nothing to say to them.
        Feezal tells me it can
        be quite temperamental.
    I think I've got
    it figured out.
Just let me know
when it starts acting up.
Have you got
the activation
sequence down?
        My beloved.
    Mm...
                    Mm...
    I certainly hope
    it's not another four years
    until I see you again.
So do I.
Now remember,
your other wives
are anxious to see you, too.
Commander Tucker assures me
        he'll keep
your beautiful microscope
in perfect running order.
As his doctor, I hope
you'll keep Commander Tucker
in perfect running order.
Perhaps that will motivate
me to visit more often.
It's a shame you two didn't get
to... know each other better.
        Well, I've got to get
        back to my warp engine.
        The... plasma's running
        a little hot.
I know how it feels.
    Pleasure meeting you.
                    Humans.
    ( both laughing )
        ( door chimes )
            Come in.
Dr. Yuris has been suspended.
    That was to be expected.
They offered him a hearing,
        but he refused.
    Oratt said he'll lose
        his standing
with the Medical Exchange
            when they get back
            to Vulcan.
    Also to be expected.
        One good thing
        did come out of this.
They believed him
when he said you were forced.
You're not going
to be recalled.
        With your permission,
            I'll be contacting
            the High Command.
        I don't intend to let
        Yuris be dismissed
        without a fight.
Permission granted.
I know you must be
very disappointed
that he broke
his promise to you.
But on a selfish note,
I'm glad he did.
I didn't want to lose you.
    Maybe this incident will
encourage others to speak out.
Let's hope so.
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