Who are you?
They're targeting our engines.
What do you want with me?
    You're the weapons expert.
        See if you can those
        shields back oline.
            If we don't raise
            the shields,
the only thing that's gonna be
    left of this ship
    is a cloud of vapor.
        Insectoids.
These could be shield emitters.
They're not going to last
        for long.
Open a channel
to those ships.
    What?
                They're Xindi.
            I'll order them
            to hold their fire.
It's been a long time since
any Xindi took orders from you.
We're carrying 500 liters
        of warp plasma
    in the starboard tanks.
    We'll have to vent it.
Turn these down ony mark.
They're going
to destroy us.
                    Now.
        ( grunts )
        ( sighs )
        What happened?
    The plasma got into
    their intake manifolds.
Their engines are overheating.
I want to know who you are.
Why you've abducted me.
                You really
                don't remember.
I was afraid this might happen.
        It's me. Archer.
    What species are you?
You've been through a lot
    in the last two days.
    Just let me figure...
        What species?!
                I'm human.
You're from the Earth vessel.
                Degra, you have
                to listen to me.
            I'm not your enemy
            anymore.
            You've spent
            the last two days
in an interrogation chamber.
    Whatever the Insectoids
    did to you in there
must've affected your memory.
                My name is
                Jonathan Archer.
                The two of us
                just escaped
            from an Insectoid
            prison colony.
    Prison?
        We've shared a cell
        for almost three years.
That's not possible.
    Roll up your sleeve.
            The conflict between
            our people is over.
                We both lost.
        I promise
    I'll explain everything,
        but right now
we have to get out of here
before our friends out there
        repair their engines.
    What are you doing?
        There's a system
    about a week from here.
        It's isolated.
        I doubt they'll
    look for us there.
/ 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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    You expect me to believe
        my own people
        would hold me prisoner?
( chuckles )
    You think that's amusing?
It's been a while
since you referred
to those overgrown grasshoppers
as your own people.
                Why don't I
                remember you?
Probably because
of the bloodworms.
        "Bloodworms"?
    They're used during
        interrogations.
    Their secretions act
    as a truth serum,
    makes the prisoners
    more cooperative.
But there's
a side effect.
Sometimes
they can suppress memories.
The same thing happened
when they questioned me.
    I forgot everything that
happened since flight school.
It'll start to come back
to you, give it a few days.
            You claim that
            I've been a prisoner
            for three years.
Three years.
                If that's true,
why would they question me now?
They wanted information
about the weapon.
    What kind of information?
This is going
to take some time.
What's the last thing
you remember?
            I was on my vessel
        approaching a planet
        in the Calindra system.
The weapon test.
It failed because
your prototype was sabotaged.
        How would you know that?
Because I'm responsible for it.
    Your kemocite shipment
    was tampered with.
                Gralik.
    He wasn't too happy
        when I told him
what you were planning to do
    with his kemocite.
    He'll be executed for this.
            He was.
In the end,
        it didn't make
    much of a difference.
We didn't stop your program,
    we only slowed it down.
    A few weeks later,
    the weapon was launched.
    It destroyed my planet.
            We were successful.
        I don't know
if you'd call it a success.
After Earth was destroyed,
the old Xindi rivalries
surfaced again.
The Insectoids starting
attacking other Xindi colonies.
ey killed thousands
of your people.
    The Reptilians and Aquatics
    would never allow that.
There wasn't a lot
they could do.
While you were busy
constructing the weapon,
the Insectoids
were secretly building
hundreds of new ships.
They used Earth
as a diversion.
Their real goal was to dominate
    the other Xindi species.
You all right?
It's just a bloodworm.
It'll work its way out.
            Can you remove it?
Hold still.
                ( moans )
        ( cap screwing )
            I think you need
            this more than I do.
        Suit yourself.
    I don't understand
    how a Xindi and a human
        could put aside
their differences so quickly.
        Trust me,
it didn't happen overnight.
You gave me this the first day
we were locked up together.
            The guards thought
            it'd be entertaining
to put us in the same cell.
They even placed wagers on
who would survive the longest.
I was in pretty bad shape
        at the time,
        so you were
    the odds-on favorite.
Your people killed everyone
    I ever cared about.
I was going to make sure you
never walked out of that cell.
            For weeks, we tried
            to kill each other.
I was lying in the infirmary
when I finally asked myself,
    "What was the point?"
    My world was gone,
    but so was yours.
    So I made a proposal.
        The two of us
    would work together
to get out of that place.
    It took us longer than
either one of us thought,
        but here we are.
    I don't recognize
    this type of ship.
It's a Malosian cargo shuttle.
        Malosian?
                They're traders.
            They bring supplies
            to the prison
            a few times a month.
            No weapons, but
            she's sturdy enoug
                to get us where
                we're going.
    Perhaps we should set
    a course to your vessel.
                Is it still
                in the Expanse?
        Not exactly.
When we were getting close
    to finding your weapon,
    the Insectoids sent
    their ships after us.
    They boarded Enterprise
    and took me prisoner.
Then they planted spatial
charges around our warp reactor.
My crew was still aboard
when they detonated them.
The Insectoids were always
    an aggressive species,
    but I never thought them
        capable of this.
They destroyed everything
    the Council worked for.
        The Council?
        It was formed when our
        planet was destroyed.
    It was created to find
a new homeworld for all Xindi.
After years of searching,
        we found a few
    suitable locations,
but as usual, couldn't agree on
                a final choice.
                Our plan for
                reunification
                was put aside
        when we learned
of the threat from Earth.
    I was ordered to begin
    designing the weapon.
        I devoted years to it.
                I made so
                many sacrifices.
                So did my wife.
    Do I know what happened
        to my family?
        You told me
    you'd heard from Naara
before you were sent to prison.
She and the children were safe.
    We have a ship now;
    we can look for them.
    They were on a colony
    near a red giant.
There's nothing in range.
Do you remember the coordinates?
            I doubt if there's
            anything left.
        It would've been
one of the first colonies
    to have been attacked.
There may have been survivors.
    It's too dangerous.
        The patrol ships are
        still looking for us.
    We should find a refuge
        in case...
    ( metal tearing )
        Reactor coolant.
    The conduit must have
    ruptured in the attack.
        ( coughing )
        ( coughing )
            Take it.
        What about you?
You're the one with a family.
Do you want to see them again?
                ( coughs )
        Try to seal the rupture.
    I'll see if I can...
        ( coughs )
close off the coolant tanks.
        ( coughing )
        ( coughing )
        ( gasps )
        ( coughs )
    ( inhales deeply )
    ( very soft footsteps )
        ( soft click )
            T'Pol.
        ( clang )
He should remain unconscious
    for at least two hours.
            Son of a bitch
            designed the weapon.
Keep an eye on him.
Trip.
            What have we got?
There are seven red giants
    in this region...
    but they're spread over
approximately 40 light years.
            Can we scan them for
            a weapons facility?
    Not at this distance.
This red giant
might be a red herring...
He only told you his family was
living near one of these stars.
        We don't know
    that the weapon's there.
            Degra's
            a senior official.
    We know he's designing
        the weapon.
    There's a chance he'd
    keep his family close by.
For a moment, I thought
he was going to give you
the coordinates.
        Too bad he didn't go
        for the Andorian ale...
                that would
                loosened him up.
You appear
to have gained his trust.
Perhaps you should try
a more direct approach.
            What do you mean?
Ask him where the weapon
is being constructed.
                It's too risky.
    If he suspects something,
        we'll end up right back
        where we started.
                He'll tell me...
I just need a little more time.
     Captain's Starlog,
     December 12, 2153.
 We've returned to the site
         where the Xindi
         were testing
     the prototype weapon.
 An analysis of the debris
 may tell us more about it.
    ( console beeping )
I'm picking up a ship
at the edge of the system.
        It's Xindi.
Why didn't we see it before?
It may have been traveling
            through one of the
            subspace vortices
            they use.
Its hull signature matches
        the Xindi ships
                that were here
                two days ago.
REED:
Captain.
I'm reading three bio-signs
        on-board.
    Have they seen us yet?
            I don't believe so.
Set course
for the inner moon.
Stand by to deploy
the sensor drones.
                    What's that?
Weapons fire...
                    From where?
There's a ship closing!
It's the human vessel.
You said there was no one
        in the system!
They must
have been hiding
        in the debris.
            Contact the Council!
        They've disabled
our subspace transceiver!
    They're making a run for it.
    See what you can do
            about their engines.
They're not going anywhere, sir.
            Hail.
    Stand down and prepare
        to be boarded.
        Thalen...
    Anything?
    They were attempting
    to erase the computer core
    when we boarded the ship.
There's very little data left.
            What about
            navigational logs?
They've been deleted.
        I may have
    something here, sir.
I think these are fragments
from a personal file.
There are parts of a letter
from someone
named Degra.
Does it mention the weapon?
    No.
But there's
a reference
to a planet
he visited recently.
Azati Prime.
Let me know what else you find.
            I'd love to spend
            an afternoon taking
            this engine apart.
Not your typical
nacelle configuration.
                Uh-uh.
        Look at how everything's
        tied in through
        their main deflector.
Learn everything you can.
    I want to know where
you're building the weapon.
        I don't know
what you're talking about.
    The hell you don't.
    Your name is Degra.
I was at
the Xindi colony
when you picked up your shipment
        of kemocite.
    Your people are planning
        another attack.
    I'm not going to let
        that happen.
        By capturing us you've
        accomplished nothing.
    Where is the weapon?
Archer to the Bridge. Report.
        There's a surge
    in the plasma network.
            ARCHER:
    What's causing it?
        Radiation
    from the debris field.
        It's starting
    to affect our systems.
                REED:
                Sir, I recommend
    putting a safe distance
between us and the test site.
            ARCHER:
    All right, take the ship
    out of the field,
    but keep us close by.
        Understood.
If you won't tell me
what I need to know,
perhaps one
of your men will.
        When my superiors learn
        we're missing,
        they'll find your ship
        and destroy it.
We could try a truth serum...
        but it could take weeks
        to synthesize
        the correct formula.
I've been studying
Xindi neurophysiology.
It may be possible to erase
his most recent memory engrams.
That way, Degra
will never know
that he came aboard
or that he met any
of us.
            But this is
            a Xindi-Reptilian...
                would it work
                on a primate?
Their neural pathways
are virtually identical.
I'll need to perform
a few tests,
but I don't expect
it will be a problem.
            How selective could
            this memory wipe be?
            TRIP:
I've built flight simulators
    for Starfleet training.
This wouldn't be that different.
It's not simply
a matter
of constructing
this "shuttle".
                It has
                to be designed.
        What species built it?
        What language will the
        control interface use?
Hoshi can help with that.
I recovered a letter Degra wrote
to his wife a few months ago.
    Her name is Naara.
    They have two children.
        It may be necessary
        to communicate with you
            while you're inside
            the simulator.
                    REED:
                    The MACOs
use subdermal
transceivers.
        They're relatively easy
        to implant.
    Let's get started.
            T'Pol...
I could use your help
with some of the details.
                Details?
If he buys into this,
Degra's going to want to know
everything that's happened
in the last three years.
I can't make up
the whole story
on the spot.
ARCHER:
Nice work.
        Thank you.
    Dermal art used to be
    very common on Denobula.
    Fortunately, my parents
    insisted I study it.
            I've also stimulated
            his hair follicles.
I'm not sure about the gray.
    This is only supposed
to be three years from now.
Ah, but you're forgetting
about the stress
of imprisonment.
Hmm? And torture!
It could very well
have an effect
on hair pigmentation.
You're sure these are safe?
                        Oh, yes.
        I've treated patients
        with Regulan bloodworms
        for years.
                There should be
                no side effects
            aside from a
            thoroughly cleansed
            lymphatic system.
            Uh, please try not
            to injure it.
            They're difficult
            to replace.
        I'll do my best.
        What is it?
Spatial anomalies.
We're passing through
a field of them.
Hold on.
    T'Pol to Cargo Bay Two.
    Increase hydraulics
        to level six.
Is the hull lined with trellium?
        Obviously not!
    Increase to level seven.
    On my mark, initiate
a sharp jolt to starboard.
How sharp do you want it?
            Sharp.
You heard the lady.
Notify the Captain.
    This is going to be
    a rough one, sir.
        We're losing
    structural integrity.
I'm taking us out of warp.
We'll never make it through
    this field in one piece.
            Can we go around?
We don't have enough fuel.
We should send
a distress call.
One of your ships might be
close enough to hear it.
        What if the Insectoids
        pick it up?
We don't have a lot of choices.
    There's a com channel
    used by high-ranking
    Primate officials.
    I doubt the Insectoids
                        know it.
What's the frequency?
    It would be easier for me
    to enter it directly.
            Ensign?
        I've got it.
    Stand by to respond.
            REED:
Bridge to Command Center.
        Go ahead.
        I'm picking up
a distortion in subspace.
I believe it's a Xindi ship.
How long until they arrive?
        About six hours.
    Their sensors are pretty
        sophisticated.
    They might see us
    long before then.
    Lieutenant, take us back
    into the debris field.
The radiation could overload
    our systems again.
    I'm aware of the risks.
    Carry out my orders.
        Acknowledged.
    One of the inmates told me
    all about Maarek Three.
He used it as a staging area
when he was smuggling dilithium.
What did he say it was like?
                    Beautiful.
    With beaches that go on for
    thousands of kilometers.
    First thing I'm going to do
            is find a cold lake
    and take the longest bath
    of my life.
It sounded a lot like Earth
from the way he described it.
        The Captain's certainly
        drinking a lot.
The Doctor gave him
an anti-intoxicant.
            ARCHER:
    This colony of yours...
you never told me about it.
It was bleak... desolate.
The planet was
barely habitable.
    Why'd you live there?
    It wasn't by choice.
    Naara was desperate
        to leave.
        She didn't think
    a military habitat
was the right environment
    for the children.
Do you have a family, Captain?
It's been a long time since
anyone called me "captain."
    It's Jonathan, remember?
            I never really had
an opportunity to start one.
I was away from home a lot.
You should make the time.
I've learned that
our work, in the end,
means very little.
Our real legacy is the children.
I would do anything
to protect mine.
After I was told of the
threat from humanity,
I left my theoretical studies
    and agreed to design
    the prototype weapon.
When it arrived in
your star system,
I watched
the incoming telemetry
with the other members
of the Council.
Seven million lives
were extinguished
in front of my eyes.
I asked myself...
how many of those
were children?
    I suppose I've told you
        this before.
    Actually, you haven't.
Three years...
    my children may not even
recognize me after so much.
        ( beeping )
We're being hailed.
        ( static )
Whoever it is, they must be
etty far away.
I'll try to clear it up.
    Are you receiving this
        transmission?
        This is Thalen,
    responding to your
        distress call.
    Please acknowledge.
    It's one of my colleagues.
                Thalen, can you
                hear me?
                    It's Degra.
        Degra, it's good
    to hear your voice.
    I'd heard through my
            sources
    that you'd been captured
    by the Insectoids.
    There were reports that
    you'd been executed.
            DEGRA:
They haven't killed me yet.
    I need your help...
My friend and I have escaped
    from an Insectoid prison.
            Their patrols are
            looking for us.
    I'm losing your signal.
        Please repeat.
You'd better make it fast.
        Thalen, where are you?
    I'm on Azati Prime.
        It's safe here.
    Is my family still there?
                Are they safe?
                    Thalen?!
        Naara is here...
    and the children...
I'll tell them to expect you.
    At least you know
    they're all right.
            There were more than
            a thousand Primates
                and Arboreals
                at that colony.
        I don't understand why
        it wasn't destroyed.
We should still change course.
Do you know
the coordinates?
        What's wrong?
    You must forgive me.
To me, it's been only a day
    since we were enemies.
Giving you the coordinates
to a classified installation
        is... difficult.
Be my guest.
    They're coming in.
One-one-two-seven point four
    by four-zero-five-two
by three-nine-zero-one
point one.
        A red giant.
Open a com line to the Captain.
You encrypted
the navigation controls.
            Yes.
Captain... the coordinates
    match the location
of one of the red giants.
Do you mind if I ask how long
    it'll take to get there?
        Not long.
Approximately three weeks
        at maximum warp.
    A considerable detour
if the weapon isn't there.
What will your people
think when you show up with me?
Huns probably aren't
their favorite species.
I'll tell them everything
    you did to help me.
    I'm a senior official.
There won't be any problems.
    I appreciate that.
    It's a diverse community.
        Far more pleasant
        than most military...
            Travis?
            The port hydraulics
            are acting up.
        Shut them down.
        They're not responding.
    T'Pol to cargo bay two.
            Report.
The radiation from the debris
        is overloading
    the hydraulic systems.
Can you stabilize the simulator?
    I'm working on it.
        More anomalies?
I'm not sure.
    Captain, we're having
    some problems. Stand by.
    T'Pol to the bridge.
Take us out of the debris field.
            REED:
        Undersod.
Bridge to command center.
We're clear of the debris field.
        Acknowledged.
    What was the problem?
Subspace turbulence.
            Really?
        I'm curious... Jonathan.
        If we've been friends
        for as long as you say,
    I must have told you
    the names of my children.
    You still don't believe
        me, do you?
There's something in his hand.
            Magnify.
Captain, he has a weapon.
                I just need you
                to tell me
    what their names are.
        We're coming in.
This isn't necessary.
        Piral and Jaina.
        Piral and Jaina.
    Which one is older?
    It's not in here, sir.
You'll never find the weapon.
    Take him to the brig.
        We were told
    humans were ruthless.
But I didn't know
you were also skilled
    at deception.
    When did you realize...?
Well, I had my suspicions
from the beginning,
but it was the com signal
from my colleague
on Azati Prime
that confirmed them.
    We know your ship
        has been there.
        Recently.
There's an insectoid
deuterium facility
on Azati Prime.
That's the last place
my people would have gone
to hide from them.
If it weren't
for that one mistake...
your plan might have succeeded.
You gave us the coordinates
        of a red giant.
I gave you
what you thought
you wanted.
I guess I'll just have to wipe
    your memory clean again.
                Go back into
                the simulator
and start the whole thing over.
I doubt there's
time for that.
We both know my people
are searching for me.
I think you didn't figure it out
until after the malfunction.
    I'd be willing to bet
those coordinates are real.
Then I suggest you proceed there
at maximum warp!
Why would he encrypt
the coordinates
if they weren't accurate?
            Perhaps he thought
            it would make them
                    appear more
                    convincing.
He's gotta be lying, sir.
                Something must
                have happened
    during the radiation surge
    that tipped him off.
We can't afford
to lose three weeks
if the weapon isn't there.
Have you learned
anything more
about how they open
the subspace vortices?
        They use some kind of
        phased deflector pulses.
                Once they're in,
                their ships
can travel a half a dozen light-
years in a couple of minutes.
I want to see all
the data you've collected.
        Archer to the bridge.
        We're ready.
        Tactical alert.
                    Engage.
        Open it.
You two. Come with me.
I said move!
    We'll fracture the hull
    if this goes on any longer.
Hull breaches on Decks D and E.
            Emergency bulkheads!
    You're the engineer?
            Yes.
You're
gonna help us.
                We adapted
                your technology,
    used our main deflector
    to open a subspace vortex.
    That's impossible.
        The vortex
    is starting to collapse.
        I need you
        to stabilize it.
                If you don't do
                what he says,
                this ship will
                break apart.
                    Lieutenant!
Tell him to do
what he's told.
                Do nothing
                to help them.
    The pylons are buckling!
            T'POL:
Engineering, we're losing
        hull integrity.
    Trip!
    It wasn't me, Captain.
        I'll be damned.
Travis inverted the warp field.
    It dropped us back
    into normal space.
    T'Pol to Captain Archer.
Go ahead!
Please report to the bridge.
                Take him back
                to the brig.
            Report.
                We've reached
                the coordinates.
Ensign. Magnify.
I'm picking up
several Xindi vessels.
I'm also reading significant
quantities of kemocite.
What's our status?
    Minimal damage.
The hull plating's
coming back online.
Arm all weapons.
Lay in a course for those
    kemocite signatures.
                Full impulse.
Get him outta here.
            You'll never get
            close to the weapon!
    Our defense perimeter
    will destroy you!
        Show him.
    Thanks for your help.
Take him to sick bay.
        I think you
    overdid the turbulence
    just a little, Ensign.
    I'll try to do better
        next time, sir.
    How's it coming?
            We made it appear
            as if a plasma
            conduit ruptured...
rendering them unconscious.
            I'm injecting them
            with trace amounts
            of the plasma.
            It won't be harmful.
            This accident
            won't explain
            how their computer
            core was deleted.
As long as they
don't know we were here
we can leave them
with a mystery.
    ( communicator beeps )
        Go ahead.
            REED:
    The Xindi vessel's less
    than an hour away, sir.
     Captain's Starlog,
         supplemental.
     Hopefully the journey
     to Azati Prime will be
 the final leg in our search
     for the Xindi weapon.
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