The Forgotten Line-By-Line

[sekundant]

[Ship's hull]

REED: I'm sorry sir, you're breaking up.
(So's his eyesight.)

 

[May 20]

TUCKER: Get inside, Malcolm. I can finish.

 

[CaptVader]

REED: There's no time. Do what you have to do so I can shut this down.

 

[Athena28]

TUCKER: A few more seconds. I'm purging the last port.

 

[May 20]

[Bridge]

T'POL: The forward valve is closed.

 

[Kertrats47]

[Ship's hull]

TRIP: Okay, Malcolm, clockwise ninety degrees.
(The jet shuts down and Trip walks over.)
TRIP: Nice work, Malcolm. Malcolm?
(He's passed out.)
TRIP: Malcolm! Tucker to Doctor Phlox.

[Bridge]

TRIP [OC]: Meet us in the airlock.

 

[LeadHead]

Archer hurried to the turbo lift. Degra follows.

Moments later in Decon, Archer, Phlox and unnamed Ensign #32 have gotten Reed out of his EV suit.

Phlox: We need to get his body temperature down, let’s get him to sickbay.

Phlox and Ensign ForgetAboutIt carry Reed out of the room.

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

DEGRA: I hope he'll be all right.

 

[sekundant]

TUCKER: What's one more dead human to you?

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: Trip.

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

TRIP: He had no problem killing seven million of us, but seven million and one is more than you can stomach?

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: That's enough.

 

[sekundant]

TUCKER: I guess even Xindi have their limits.

 

[Kertrats47]

ARCHER: I said that's enough!

 

[Hopeful Romantic]

TRIP: Aye, sir.

 

[sekundant]

[Command centre]

ARCHER: We've determined there are fifty nine of them.

 

[Athena28]

DEGRA: Seventy eight, at our last count.

 

[May 20]

ARCHER: Seventy eight?

 

[Kertrats47]

DEGRA: We've had more time to study them than you.

 

[sekundant]

ARCHER: I apologise for Mister Tucker.