"The Catwalk" Line-by-Line

[Orac]

[Catwalk command area]

T'Pol: Report.

 

[LeadHead]

Mayweather: We're too close to the eddy. We've got to veer off!

 

[Orac]

T'Pol: Maintain your course.

 

[LeadHead]

The Takrit Militia Ship detaches from Enterprise and flies away

In the catwalk, the crew feels an enormous jolt.

Trip: Another one like that'll split us in two!

 

[Orac]

T'Pol: They could still be on board.

 

[LeadHead]

Mayweather: We've got no choice!

 

[Orac]

T'Pol: Maintain your course. That's an order. (comm. beep) Go ahead.

 

[Athena28]

ARCHER: Travis, I hope you're not still heading for that eddy. Our friends are gone.

 

[Orac]

T'Pol: Ensign.

 

[Athena28]

ARCHER: Captain's Starlog, supplemental. We seem to have passed through the worst part of the storm, but it'll still be a while before we can leave the catwalk. The crew's in relatively good spirits, considering they haven't had a change of uniform in 8 days.

 

[Orac]

[Catwalk]

(movie night is a Western)

Trip: Did that guy shoot one of his own men?

 

[Athena28]

REED: It's hard to tell them apart in those ridiculous hats.

 

[LeadHead]

T'Pol: The dead man was secretly working for Sheriff Boggs.

 

[Athena28]

TUCKER: How do you know that?

 

[LeadHead]

T'Pol: Isn't it obvious?

 

[KirkPicard]

ARCHER [OC]: All hands, this is the Captain. Thanks to some fine piloting by Travis Mayweather, we're going to be moving out of the storm a little earlier than expected. We should be clear in a few minutes.

 

[LeadHead]

The crew applauds, and goes to work organizing their belongings.

Trip: Glad you could join us, SubCommander. We have movie night every Tuesday, if you're interested.

Enterprise exits the wave, in the corridor near the catwalk access conduit, many crew members exit the area.

 

[KirkPicard]

TAGRIM: I apologize for the trouble we've caused.

 

[LeadHead]

Archer: Where are you headed?

 

[KirkPicard]

TAGRIM: The Gyrannan System. We should be safe there.