Discussion in 'Enterprise' started by LeadHead, Sep 11, 2012.
TUCKER: You didn't read it?
HOSHI: I didn't feel it'd be right.
TUCKER: Thanks. (she leaves, he goes to his console and translates it)
ARCHER: Come in.
TUCKER: Well, we decrypted the message.
TUCKER: It's not exactly what we expected. It's a letter.
ARCHER: What did it say?
TUCKER: It's personal.
Archer: What do you mean?
TUCKER: Very personal. You could order me to tell you, sir, but you wouldn't be happy if I did.
ARCHER: Why the hell was it encrypted?
TUCKER: That's what I want to know. Maybe Vulcans encrypt all their personal letters. All they had to do was send it through regular channels, mark it personal, and we'd have left it alone. But no, they had to encrypt it, force me to start snooping. I feel like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
Archer: Let it go, Trip. Come on, it was an honest mistake.
TUCKER: I can't let it go. I've got to tell her.
Archer: How's that going to help?
TUCKER: It's the right thing to do. At least I'll be able to look her in the eye without feeling guilty.
ARCHER: You're a good man. You might want to take a phase pistol with you.
TUCKER: I might need one.
TUCKER: Got a minute? In private?
T'POL: Excuse us, crewman.
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