Previously on Enterprise:
Today we have assembled the representatives of numerous worlds
to forge an unprecedented alliance.
It's almost possible to forget what she represents.
According to every analysis, this child is the offspring
of Commander Tucker and Commander T'Pol.
We think Terra Prime is involved. It has something to do with the child.
Find it, and we'll have the answers.
I've never been pregnant, Trip.
Then how do you explain all this?
She's not here to do a story on Enterprise, Travis.
She's a spy.
I'm returning Earth to its rightful owners.
I have just taken over the verteron array on Mars.
I can now fire on any ship or facility in the system.
I have no intention of using this weapon again
provided that every single non-human in our system leaves immediately.
I know there will be questions.
We've been dealing with non-humans for...
- Block that transmission. - He's on every frequency.
The signal's going system-wide.
Target his ship.
Take out their communications.
He's tied his warp reactor into the array.
If we hit him, it'll take out half the Utopia colony.
Open a channel to Starfleet.
Judge the evidence for yourself.
Everything's jammed.
The citizen-soldiers of Terra Prime will act to protect you
against the most dangerous enemy that humanity has ever faced.
Do not be deceived. This is no ordinary innocent child.
This is an alien-human hybrid,
living proof of what will happen if we allow ourselves
to be submerged in an interstellar coalition.
Our genetic heritage, the entire...
I want that transmission blocked.
We're trying. We can't break through the signal.
Then find some way to contact Enterprise. I wanna speak to Archer.
Terra Prime is dedicated to the protection of life in all of its diversity.
Over the next 24 hours, we guarantee safe passage
to all aliens leaving our solar system.
So long as non-humans keep to their own...
Scan Paxton's ship for Vulcan bio-signs.
Get a transporter lock on the baby and T'Pol.
But if any alien, if one single alien remains after the deadline,
Terra Prime will defend the sovereignty
of every single human being.
And we will begin by destroying the institution
whose blind arrogance and moral cowardice
have put us all at risk, Starfleet Command.
We do not seek war,
but if the aliens do not leave and force us to fight,
I make this solemn promise to all of the sons and daughters of Earth,
our future will be secure because humanity will prevail.
He's targeted us with the array.
Apparently, they don't like being scanned.
Get us out of here.
Damage?
Massive power surge. We've lost half our relays.
That beam was only 2 percent of the array's total output.
He could have vaporized us.
We'll consider ourselves warned. Set a course to Earth.
- If you'll excuse me... - Of course.
Ambassador.
Spontaneous demonstrations have already begun
around the Vulcan compound.
Isolated incidents, I'm sure.
There are protestors chanting outside the Andorian embassy.
And they're using words that aren't in the universal translator.
It's obvious Paxton's ultimatum is part of a coordinated plan.
Why are we all still here?
We could be obliterated at any second.
No, Paxton's a fanatic, but he's a man of his word.
He won't act before his deadline's up.
The deadline aside, the fact that Paxton has the support
of so many of your people is almost as troubling.
I agree.
Earthmen talk about uniting worlds, but your own planet is deeply divided.
Perhaps you're not quite ready to host this conference.
Paxton's holding two of my officers hostage at the array.
We can't attack it.
The council's aware of that.
If you can't bring yourself to fire on them,
another captain can be assigned to Enterprise.
- No one will think less of you. - It's not just the hostages.
Any attack on the array
will trigger a massive explosion that could kill thousands of colonists.
This wasn't an easy decision for the council.
The potential for disaster's even greater than you think.
Over the next 30 months,
the terraforming project has 14 comets set to collide with Mars.
Without the array to divert them toward the polar caps,
the comets could hit anywhere, even the domed cities.
I'm taking a small team.
We'll break into the facility and stop them.
Paxton can destroy any ship that approaches Mars.
If he can't see us,
he can't destroy us.
It's unharmed, just as I said.
Her medical readings appear normal.
There's nothing normal about it.
She's not an "it."
How did you obtain our genetic material?
The child is a binary clone.
They needed cells from both of us.
The medical freezers on your ship hold bio-samples from your entire crew.
Terra Prime has supporters everywhere.
Someone on Enterprise helped you? Who?
I've let you see your daughter. That's my half of the bargain.
Now it's your turn.
I need to make modifications on my ship.
I'm listening.
I need you to refine my targeting system.
You really think I'm gonna help you turn that array into a weapon?
You really think I'm gonna give you a choice?
Two meetings in the span of a week.
People might start to talk.
I don't like it any more than you do.
So you wanna go to Mars and you need my help.
You know the situation.
I believe I'm aware of the broad strokes.
I also understand Paxton's tapped into the planetary sensor grid.
No one can get within 1000 kilometers of the verteron array
- without being detected. - You're going to tell me how.
What makes you think I even have that information?
Because your section routinely thinks about the unthinkable,
and because you've never missed a chance to put me in your debt.
You're a good judge of character.
The grid was designed to function in the planet's original atmosphere,
but terraforming's made the air much thicker.
How does that help us?
Sections of the grid continually need recalibration
and are prone to false signals.
You can exploit that weakness.
The good news is, with terraforming,
there's no more need for pressure suits in the lowland.
Oxygen, yes. Thermal garments.
According to this,
if we keep our altitude less than ten meters above the surface,
Paxton won't see us.
You still need to reach the surface undetected.
That part's taken care of.
Without your help.
So the student has surpassed the teacher.
When you're finished with Mars, why don't you come work for me?
I've got quite enough to keep me busy on Enterprise.
And if Archer's coalition is formed, Enterprise could be busier than ever.
Indeed.
Well, then I imagine this will be the last time we meet.
Always the optimist.
Good luck.
Malcolm.
Comet Burke, deflected by the array eight years ago,
set to hit the North Pole of Mars at dawn.
- You're not serious. - I have experience with comets, sir.
Compared to penetrating Xindi defenses,
this will be a walk in the park.
But that's only 14 hours from now.
What happens if this plan of yours doesn't work?
Enterprise will destroy the array as ordered.
All the rocking in the world will not make that child Vulcan,
or human.
Human and Vulcan genes produced this child,
which indicates our two species have more similarities than differences.
Don't you realize that baby is?
That baby is as much a threat to your species as it is to mine?
She's not a threat.
That child is a crossbreed freak.
How many generations before our genome is so diluted
that the word "human" is nothing more than a footnote in some medical text?
The same thing could happen to your people. Or don't you care about that?
Neither of our species is what it was a million years ago,
nor what will it become in the future.
Life is change.
Change in this case means extinction.
And I, for one, will not let that baby bring humanity to that point.
I won't let you hurt her.
I won't have to.
What does that mean?
We're within range.
Bridge to Engineering.
Kelby here.
We're coming up on the comet.
I'm on it, sir.
- Open up, sir. - This is it, people. Cycle the ports.
Ensign, rig the intakes for cometary debris.
Yes, sir.
Engineering's good to go, sir.
You've got full impulse and warp standing by.
All right, Travis.
Let's hitch a ride to Mars.
Aye, aye, sir.
- Thank you for seeing me. - What's so urgent?
I never got my lawyer.
You'll have to talk to the captain.
- Apparently, he's busy. - We all are.
That's it?
I don't work for Terra Prime.
I work for Starfleet Intelligence.
That's not possible.
You are not the only one who wants to serve his people.
If you're an SI agent, you'd be out of this brig
with one call to your division head.
And everyone on Enterprise would know who I am,
including the real Terra Prime operative.
Mayweather. Go ahead.
We're ready for you in the launch bay.
On my way.
You know I'm going to tell the captain about this.
He won't believe you.
Probably not. Why...? Why are you telling me this now?
You're going after Paxton.
If someone on Enterprise is working for him,
he could know you're coming.
So you're revealing all of this because you're worried about me.
Yes.
I'm touched.
Travis, wait!
You're not going to manipulate me again.
Goodbye.
Keep the sensors locked on the array. The moment it powers up...
I won't hesitate, sir.
I remember when you used to jump every time the engines hiccupped.
I still do. I'm just better at hiding it.
Captain.
Don't get too used to that chair.
- I'm gonna want it back. - Understood.
You know, I never used to like Vulcans all that much myself.
They always seemed so smug,
making us jump through hoops for every little advance in warp technology.
And they knew the answers all along.
So, what was it with you?
The ears?
The fact that they're vegetarian?
- They're not human. - Well, can't deny that.
And they sat by while millions of our people died.
World War I II.
We didn't make contact with the Vulcans until ten years after the war.
But they were up there.
With their superior technology, they could've stopped it,
but they didn't.
I think it suited their plans.
A devastated Earth was much easier for them to control.
Is that the kind of paranoid crap Paxton's been feeding you?
Get back to work.
You ever actually met a Vulcan?
Your friend, she was the first.
If you got to know some, actually took the time to talk with one...
Yeah, well, you obviously did more than talk.
And look what you got for your trouble, some half-human thing.
Go ahead.
Okay.
You're a traitor.
A traitor to humanity.
Hull plating steady at 94 percent.
What's wrong with the inertial dampeners?
We need to maintain an erratic flight profile
so we look like a chunk of the comet.
Thirty minutes to the atmosphere.
I'm taking us closer to the nucleus. It's going to start getting a little rough.
Start?
Would you like me to give you something?
I've already had the maximum dosage.
Here's a bag.
No.
There's nothing aliens like better than to see us fighting one another.
- Where's T'Pol and the baby? - They're together.
You'll eat as soon as you finish your work.
I am finished.
All you've done is try to sabotage the targeting system.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Please, I've been monitoring your work from the control center.
And to be honest, I'd have been disappointed
if you hadn't tried to sabotage the array, but you did.
Which proves you're a man of principle.
That is why I know you're going to refine the array just as you promised.
I told you I'd make modifications to your ship, not your weapon.
In two hours, I'm going to fire a verteron beam
directly at Starfleet Command.
Now, with this targeting system the way it is, I will hit Starfleet,
but I'll also take out half of San Francisco along with it.
I need a scalpel, not a bludgeon.
I don't care what you need.
Starfleet's been warned, if that's what concerns you.
Now, you can either help me
and a few empty buildings will be destroyed,
or you refuse me and millions may die.
You told Starfleet when you're planning to fire the array,
and you don't think they're gonna blast this facility off the face of the planet?
If you're so eager for a bloodbath, a bloodbath is what you will get.
Put him in detention.
And make sure he has a news screen.
I want him to see the bodies when they start to pull them from the rubble.
Hello.
I'm your mother.
You're going to need a name.
We should discuss that with your father.
The gravity's starting to tear the comet apart.
Picking up ionization from the upper atmosphere.
What was that?
The engines shut down but there were no warning lights.
The console's locked up.
Hull plating's off-line.
Hull temperature's climbing.
We're coming in too hot.
Bypassing auto flight control.
- Switching to manual. - At this speed?
We're out of options.
Ground proximity?
Five seconds to impact.
Well, that was fun.
Can we do it again?
A mark three interlock.
The closer we get, the more we risk being spotted by Paxton's sensors.
Get close to that ridge line.
I was thinking the same thing.
You'll want to keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times.
- Thirty-two. - Hmm?
This is the 32nd planet I've set foot on.
Two hundred and forty-eight.
The verteron array is on the other side of that rise.
We'll head through there.
I'm told you have something to say to me.
In private.
I keep no secrets from my men.
You and I both know that's not true.
Josiah, give us the room.
I'll be outside.
My daughter's ill.
You'll arrange for medical care at once.
No one leaves this facility.
You will provide immediate transport
for my child, Commander Tucker, and myself.
The hospital at Utopia colony will be suitable until Enterprise arrives.
What, have you been inhaling the atmosphere?
What makes you think you can dictate terms to me?
This.
Taggart's Syndrome.
Since you obviously didn't die by age 20,
you're receiving treatment.
Rigelian gene therapy?
You're not a doctor.
The very thing you're warning humans to avoid is what's keeping you alive.
Alien knowledge, freely shared.
You're not only a terrorist, you're a hypocrite.
This is not the time for timidity and second-guessing.
We cannot afford to doubt ourselves.
Colonel Green also said, "To be human is to be pure."
Under his rule, you would have been euthanized
for having a genetic disorder.
I'm not the first significant leader who failed to measure up to his own ideals.
You're not significant.
History will determine that.
So go ahead, tell my followers what you wish.
See if they take the word of an alien over mine.
What's wrong with your child?
Elevated white blood cell count, low-grade fever.
Well, its two halves are warring with one another,
alien and human.
Conflict was inevitable.
Josiah.
Your child and the Coalition of Planets,
both doomed from the beginning.
Ten meters.
Paxton's deadline is up.
We have to face an unpleasant reality. Captain Archer's mission has failed.
Paxton will need two minutes to power up the array
before he can fire.
- Two minutes? - It's enough.
I'm not prepared to take that chance.
Your estimates could be wrong.
I won't destroy the array unless we have no other choice.
- I understand your reluctance. - I'm following orders.
I'm giving you new orders. Do it now.
- Sorry, sir. - I can have you relieved of duty.
Actually, I can only be relieved by a higher-ranking officer
in my chain of command.
- Open a channel to Admiral Gardner. - Belay that order.
I won't risk exposing our position by breaking radio silence.
You're risking the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.
I know what I'm doing.
The guard is still walking away.
There's another guard approaching.
Took you long enough.
- Where's T'Pol? - Crew quarters.
- Paxton's getting ready to fire the array. - If he powers it up...
Enterprise has orders to destroy the complex.
I've spoken to our operatives.
There's no indication that the Vulcans have withdrawn from their consulates
in Canberra or Berlin.
I never expected them to comply.
Let's get this done.
I'm picking up a power surge in the array.
You're out of time. Destroy the complex now.
Take us in, full impulse.
Charge weapons.
Josiah, begin the firing sequence.
Target locked.
Give the order.
Coordinates locked in.
Two minutes to pulse activation.
Step away from the controls.
Jonathan Archer,
the man who delivered us from the Xindi.
Well, look at you now.
- Archer to Enterprise. - Go ahead, captain.
We're inside the control room.
Standing by.
Shut it down.
Main controls are in there.
Ninety seconds to pulse activation.
The room's depressurizing.
Get Malcolm out of here.
Go.
Plasma grid.
Control panel.
I know the reason you've turned your back on humanity.
I blame your father.
He wanted the secrets of warp technology so badly,
he allowed the Vulcans to turn him into their pet human.
And you, well, the sins of the father...
Plasma grid off-line.
Firing sequence aborted.
My father never asked anything from anyone.
His mining operations transformed the moon
from a mere colony into a completely self-sufficient world.
And that is how we should go to the stars,
taking the worlds we need and taming them
with human hands and human minds and human souls.
That might've worked for the moon,
but the galaxy's a lot more crowded than we thought.
That's not our problem.
It's an opportunity.
It's over, Paxton.
We are each his father's child.
I've been a miner all my life.
You get used to the low oxygen.
Firing sequence resumed.
Pulse activation in 30 seconds.
Pulse activation in 15 seconds.
- Ten, nine, eight, seven, - I've locked the sequence.
- You can't stop it from firing. - six, five,
- I've locked it. - four, three, two, one.
Pulse activated.
Terra Prime forever.
Looks like Paxton's aim was off.
With a little help from you.
Maybe a little.
Commander.
She's dying.
Captain's starlog, January 22nd, 2155.
Enterprise is returning to Earth.
Paxton is in custody,
but the consequences of his actions continue to affect us all.
Guess we shouldn't keep calling her "she."
Elizabeth.
My sister would have liked that.
It appears my initial prognosis was incorrect.
It's genetic.
The Vulcan and human DNA aren't compatible.
There anything you can do?
I'm attempting to stabilize her nucleotides,
but there's never been a child like her.
Her name is Elizabeth.
I can't figure out why the console locked up
at the same time the engines shut down.
It does seem a bit coincidental.
Flight control and engine power are routed separately
until they reach
that junction.
The panel's open.
If ionized gas got in here,
it could've melted the primary circuits of both systems.
It could've been knocked loose by an impact.
No, it's been forced.
This was deliberate.
Come in.
On your feet, sir.
Shuttlepod 1 was sabotaged.
- Sabotaged? - We nearly crashed.
- Is this your signature? - Yeah.
You think I had something to do with it?
Is there any reason why we shouldn't?
That's a shuttlepod maintenance log.
Commander Tucker took me off that team
when he came back from Columbia.
Who replaced you?
- Who? - Ensign Masaro.
They really wanna postpone the conference?
"Postponed" is a diplomatic way of saying it's dead.
Paxton's unnerved them,
and there's not a lot I've been able to say to change their minds.
Excuse me, sir.
Sato. Go ahead.
It's Archer. Are you still with Samuels?
We're in the mess hall.
Is Ensign Masaro there?
No, I don't see him, sir.
We think Masaro may be working for Terra Prime.
Samuels may be in danger.
Reed and Mayweather are on their way.
Wait here, sir.
Samuels is in here. He's safe.
Captain.
You don't wanna do this.
I have to.
Give me the phase-pistol.
- That's an order. - I can't, sir.
- Ensign... - I wanted you to know.
I'm sorry.
I believed in what we were doing.
Tell my parents I'm sorry.
I never wanted anyone to get hurt.
Ensign...
I wish I could do more.
I know.
When you invited me to join this crew,
I thought it would be an interesting diversion for a few months.
Some time away from the complications of family,
which on Denobula can be extremely complicated.
I didn't expect to gain another family.
It hurts as if she were my own child.
Make something good come from this, captain.
Fellow delegates,
this last week we've seen what humans can be at their worst.
But we cannot, we must not, use that as an excuse
to end the dream that began here.
For then, the demons of our past will have won.
Instead, I want to look to the future
and begin by honoring the people responsible for our being here tonight.
They represent all of us at our best.
Up until about a hundred years ago,
there was one question that burned in every human,
that made us study the stars and dream of traveling to them.
"Are we alone?"
Our generation is privileged
to know the answer to that question.
We are all explorers,
driven to know what's over the horizon,
what's beyond our own shores.
Yet,
the more I've experienced,
the more I've learned
that no matter how far we travel
or how fast we get there,
the most profound discoveries
are not necessarily beyond that next star.
They're within us,
woven into the threads that bind us,
all of us,
to each other.
The final frontier begins in this hall.
Let's explore it together.
I hear the conference is back on track.
It's a first step.
The captain says it's going to take years to work out the details.
But it'll happen. And you're part of the reason why.
Just doing my job.
So was I.
I know.
If Vulcans and Andorians can get along,
you'd think we could.
A lot of details to work out.
Isn't that the fast way home?
The least I can do is give you a ride.
The launch bay's this way.
Come in.
The, uh,
delegates at the conference, they've, uh, asked about the service for, um...
For Elizabeth.
They want to attend.
She was important.
There's something else.
I spoke with Phlox.
Turns out there was a flaw in the technique
that Paxton's doctors used in the cloning process.
Human DNA and Vulcan DNA,
Phlox says there's no medical reason why they can't combine.
So if a Vulcan and a human
ever decided to have a child,
it'd probably be okay.
That's sort of comforting.