"Broken Bow" : Line-By-Line!

[ChristopherPike]

Trip: "Bridge, we've got him!

Sorry, Captain. We had no other choice."

Archer on the transporter pad, is clearly in shock and still looking around. Finally taking a sharp intake of breath and clutching his chest, checking to see if he's all there.

The NX-01 rises through the orange atmosphere of the gas giant, travelling at tremendous speed... then finally out through space and jumping to warp.

 

[LeadHead]

On the Klingon Homeworld, in the High Council Chamber...

Chancellor: BLAH BLAH BLAH!

Translation: Now that we're all drunk we can discuss important social issues. First, I call for a vote, All in favor of requiring the High Council Members to be 3 sheets to the wind by 25 minutes before the meetings begin. This will ensure terrible leadership and entertaining council meetings.

 

[ChristopherPike]

^ The British Government's House of Lords operate a similar policy. Order! Order! Two double whiskeys and a pink gin for Lord Mandleson...

More annoyed Klingon noises, as two guards obey their Chancellor and open the door... to reveal Enterprise crewmembers beyond with the 7 foot tall Klaang in the centre.

Klaang addresses the High Council.

Hoshi: (translating) "Something about disgracing the Empire. He says he's ready to die."

 

[LeadHead]

The Chancellor walks up to Klaang, and quickly pulls a knife, scaring Hoshi. The Chancellor cuts Klaangs hand with the knife. An assistant collects a sample of his blood, then taking it over to an analyzer. The screen shows a deep scan of his DNA, revealing a computerized message within. The Klingons are pleased with this, the Chancellor walks up to Archer.

Chancellor: Le-tuq-Ja-Meh-other vowels and consenents strung together.

Translation: We only tip 15 percent, do not ask for more!

Archer: I'll take that as a thank you.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Hoshi: "I don't think they have a word for thank you."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: What did he say?

 

[ChristopherPike]

Hoshi: "You don't want to know."

 

[LeadHead]

Back aboard Enterprise, Archer sits in his Ready Room. The door chime rings.

Archer: Come in.

T'Pol and Tucker enter.

Archer: I've just gotten a response to the message I sent to Admiral Forrest. He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High Command about the Suliban we ran into. It's not every day he gets to be the one dispensing information. I wanted you both to hear Starfleets orders before I inform the crew.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Trip: "Orders?"

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: Your people are sending a transport to pick you up.

 

[ChristopherPike]

T'Pol: "I was under the impression that Enterprise would be taking me back to Earth."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: It would be a little out of our way. Admiral Forrest sees no reason why we shouldn't keep going.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Trip: "Sunavbitch!"

^ He dare nah say that to Forrest's face!

Oh wait, incoming communication... It's for you Mr. Tucker.

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: I have a feeling Doctor Phlox won't mind staying around for awhile. He's developing a fondness for the human endocrine system.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Trip: "I'll get double shifts on the repair work."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: I think that outer hull is gonna need a little patching up. Lets hope that's the last time someone takes a shot at us.

Come on, was that ever a possibility? They didn't even make it through the next episode without getting shot at.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Trip: "Let's hope." (sounding more..."Oh yeah, like that's gonna happen!" )

He presses a button, the Ready Room door opens and he exits.

T'Pol moves to follow him back to the Bridge, but...

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: T'Pol, would you stick around for a minute? Ever since I can remember, I've seen Vulcans as an obstacle, always keeping us from standing on our own two feet.

 

[ChristopherPike]

T'Pol: "I understand."

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: No, I don't think you do. If I'm going to pull this off, there are a few things I'm going to have to leave behind. Things like preconceptions, holding grudges. This mission would have failed without your help.