Your neurolytic enzymes are considerably higher
than last month.
The treatment's no longer effective?
I told you, it was just a matter of time
before we'd need supplemental medications.
This conference is a perfect opportunity.
Some of your finest physicians will be there.
- It's essential that I speak with them. - It's too great a risk.
I'd be taken off Enterprise.
I think I can question them without revealing that you're infected.
It's too great a risk.
I'm afraid we have no choice.
Without further treatment, you could very possibly die.
Captain's starlog, supplemental.
We've entered the orbit of Dekendi III,
where the Interspecies Medical Exchange is hosting a conference.
We'll be picking up a neutron microscope,
but more importantly,
we'll get a chance to meet one of Phlox's wives.
How long's it been, doc?
Oh, I haven't seen Feezal for nearly, uh, four years.
What's the point of having three wives if you never get to see them?
Denobulans are renowned for their patience.
- Welcome, my beloved. Heh. - My beloved.
Captain Archer, I'd like you to meet my second wife, Feezal.
- It's a pleasure to have you aboard. - Thank you.
And this is our chief engineer, Commander Tucker.
Ma'am.
I look forward to helping you install the microscope.
We can hold that off till later.
I'm sure the two of you are eager to spend some time together.
Nonsense, captain.
We've been apart for four years.
Another hour, another day, heh.
As I said, we are very patient.
Well, in that case, why don't we have some lunch
while the microscope's being unloaded?
I'd be honored.
Won't you be joining us, commander?
Oh, I'd love to but I think I should make sure your equipment
gets up to Sickbay in one piece.
- Then I'll see you after lunch? - You bet.
It seems odd, doesn't it,
that a Denobulan physician would be interested in a Vulcan disease?
One of my colleagues on Denobula
has been studying Pa'nar Syndrome for some time.
Its pathology is quite similar to thymic sclerosis.
Thymic sclerosis?
It's a non-fatal illness which we've had very little success treating.
I promised him, my colleague back home,
that I'd inquire about any recent advances in its treatment.
We're hesitant to discuss Pa'nar Syndrome, doctor.
This illness is unique to a sub-culture, a small percentage of our population.
Their behavior is neither tolerated nor sanctioned.
My friend is well aware of that. Unfortunately, thymic sclerosis
is found in all strata of Denobulan society.
Developing a cure is of paramount importance.
Do you have any literature on this disease?
As I told you, I'm currently serving on a Starfleet vessel.
Humans are not susceptible to it.
I could, uh, contact my colleague,
but it would take at least five days before we'd receive a response.
I'm afraid we'll have returned to Vulcan by then.
Hmm, anything you could provide me with
would be instrumental in helping the Denobulan people.
We'll have to discuss your request, doctor.
When we've reached a decision, we'll contact you aboard your ship.
Thank you for your time.
If the reflectometer is supposed to amplify the neutron stream,
shouldn't it be installed before the emitters?
It's collimating the neutrons, not amplifying them.
If you read the instructions, you'll find it's all very clear.
Oh, I've tried to read the instructions, and they are anything but clear.
Now, I don't wanna brag but I can take apart and put back together
just about any piece of equipment I've ever met.
That's one of the reasons
Captain Archer picked me for this mission.
Because I am really good at following instructions.
- But these are in... - Denobulan. I understand.
That's why I'm here.
So let's go through it slowly.
Do you see the threads on the aperture ring?
- Here. - Exactly.
Take the smaller condenser lens and screw it on.
Now re-modulate the emitter frequency.
That'll initiate the neutron stream.
Uh, which one?
You're gonna have to help me with this one.
It's very simple.
Insert the thick end into this opening.
It'll automatically program the frequency.
You can pull it out now.
The stream should be initiated.
Um, I think I'm getting the hang of it.
Uh, maybe if you explain the next few steps, I could
try and get through some of this on my own.
By all means.
You're a very confident young man, aren't you?
I try to be.
You're going to need to come a little closer to see this.
Have you spoken to Phlox since he got back?
I wasn't aware he was gone.
You must have not seen him yesterday morning.
He was champing at the bit to get down to that conference.
Brought back a wish list of medical instruments.
It is the first IME conference he's attended in over a year.
He said there was a Vulcan contingent.
You might wanna go down for a visit. You may know one of them.
There are over one million physicians on Vulcan.
I would think you'd enjoy spending time with members of your own species.
Archer.
A Vulcan transport has requested
permission to dock. They've already left the surface.
Speak of the devil. You won't have to go anywhere.
I'll meet them at Docking Port 2.
They've asked that the doctor join you and Sub-commander T'Pol.
- Let him know, okay? - Right away, sir.
You have any idea what this is about?
I haven't spoken to anyone on the surface.
You can bet they're not coming up for coffee and donuts.
Can I get you something?
Thanks to Sub-commander T'Pol, our chef has learned to make
some pretty decent plomeek soup.
We appreciate your hospitality, captain,
but we've come to speak to your doctor.
- With your permission. - Absolutely.
If you need anything, just let me know.
We would appreciate it if T'Pol would remain.
Sub-commander.
We've discussed your request.
Unfortunately, we are still hesitant
to share data regarding Pa'nar Syndrome.
Sub-commander T'Pol is not aware of my request.
I'm, uh, curious why you asked her to stay.
You're requesting information about a Vulcan disease
and you didn't discuss it with your Vulcan Science Officer?
That's correct.
As far as I know, her expertise does not include medicine.
Are you familiar with Pa'nar Syndrome, sub-commander?
Of course.
Would you mind describing it?
You are physicians.
Why would you need me to define an illness?
Please indulge us.
It's an incurable degradation of the synaptic pathways.
It also affects the endocrine and immune systems.
An impressive definition.
Could you tell us how the disease is transmitted?
Through a telepathic practice.
And what practice would that be?
Mind-melds.
They cause a disruption of neuro-electric impulses
in the mid-brain, which can lead to the early stages of the syndrome.
Do you condone these acts, sub-commander?
These mind-melds?
I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me why you asked me here.
As would I. Your questions to T'Pol seem inappropriate.
Dr. Phlox has asked for data regarding the treatment of Pa'nar Syndrome.
Did you have anything to do with that request?
- I believe I was very clear about that. - Yes.
Your colleague on Denobula.
Forgive us, doctor, but since there's a Vulcan serving on your ship,
a fact that you neglected to mention to us,
we had to consider other possible motives for your inquiry.
What motive are you suggesting?
Are you familiar with any of these names?
They're Vulcan. I'm not familiar with any of them.
They're melders.
Vulcans with the ability to transfer thoughts and memories to each other.
Do you know any melders, sub-commander?
Not well. But I've met a number of them.
Then I'll ask you again. Do you condone their behavior?
I don't understand what your questions have to do with the doctor's request.
We find their behavior unacceptable,
and since Pa'nar Syndrome is transmitted by these people,
its cure is not a priority.
Are you saying there is no additional research?
None that we'd care to disseminate.
I'm sorry.
You traveled up from the surface to tell Dr. Phlox you wouldn't help him?
If you'll please show us to the airlock.
- Is it definitive? - Unmistakably.
She's suffering from the syndrome.
Now watch. A simple strand of protein molecules
can be enlarged and enhanced,
to where we can clearly see a single nucleotide.
Amazing.
- Look at that. Are those? - Carbon atoms.
Now you try it.
First I re-initialize the neutron stream.
Precisely.
Very good. Now align the quantum filters.
This is a bitch.
Excuse me?
Oh, not you. Uh...
The microscope.
Has Vesena forgiven Groznik yet?
Absolutely not.
Groznik has only apologized twice.
I doubt he'll be forgiven for another two years.
Well, at least he has his other wives.
Not wives, wife.
Kessil moved to Teerza Prime to be with her third husband.
Did I do this right? Why is there no image?
You forgot to enter the frequency parameters.
Which one was her third husband? Oh, was that Klaban?
Bogga. Klaban was Forlisa's husband. Her first, I think.
There you go.
- Why isn't it sharp? - You forgot to stabilize the aperture.
That's just a reflection from the imaging filament.
It's all right.
We'll re-initialize the neutron stream and start again.
Forlisa.
Forlisa. Oh, my, my, heh.
I, uh, thought about asking Forlisa to be my second wife.
Turned out she already had three husbands.
Archer to Dr. Phlox.
Ah. Yes, captain?
Could you report to my Ready Room?
Certainly.
I'll be back as soon as I can, my beloved.
Commander.
Come in.
Yes, captain.
I wanted to see both of you.
It's been a while since I was embarrassed by a Vulcan dignitary.
Sir?
I just spoke to Dr. Oratt.
It seems you requested some medical data regarding a Vulcan illness
for a colleague on Denobula.
Yes, sir.
And both of you said that T'Pol had nothing to do with that request.
Are you both going to lie to me like you lied to them?
I have no intention of lying to you, captain.
And when were you going to tell me
that you've contracted a serious illness?
Sir?
They handed you something. A PADD, I think.
Does that ring a bell? You left a fingerprint.
It was enough for them to run tests.
Why did you lie to them?
- It's none of their concern. - It sure as hell is if they can help you.
How long have you known about this?
- Nearly a year. - And you never thought
that maybe you should come to me
and let me know that one of my officers
has a potentially fatal disease?
I believe your culture embraces the concept
of doctor-patient confidentiality.
The disease is not contagious.
If we had told you, there's nothing you could have done.
You still haven't explained to me why you lied to the Vulcans.
And why would you think they would be more apt to help you
if you said it was for a Denobulan colleague?
Pa'nar Syndrome is an illness that carries a stigma on Vulcan.
If the High Command was to learn that I was infected,
I would most likely lose my commission.
For having a disease?
It's not about the disease.
It's about the people who are capable of transmitting it.
Go on.
There are certain Vulcans, a small minority,
who are born with the ability to perform a very intimate form of telepathy.
Intimate?
A melding of minds.
That ship of Vulcans
who were experimenting with emotions.
They are part of the telepathic minority.
One of the reasons why they left Vulcan was to escape prejudice.
Their behavior is considered unnatural. They're seen as a threat.
- You belong to that minority? - No.
- Then...? - Only members of the minority
can initiate a mind-meld,
but any Vulcan can be the recipient.
Why would you take that risk?
It wasn't by choice.
One of the men on that ship...
You were attacked. I remember.
I'm sure the High Command will understand.
I have no intention of telling them.
- Why not? - I have my reasons.
How serious is it?
I've kept it in check, but the symptoms have progressed.
That's why I requested the most current research.
Well, your request was accompanied by a lie.
And whatever your reasons might have been,
you're no longer welcome at the conference.
- The Vulcans have seen to that. - I understand.
My number one priority here is the health of my first officer.
If these doctors have data that can help her, I plan to get it.
I'm sorry, did we keep you waiting?
Actually, you did.
What can we do for you, captain?
Sub-commander T'Pol and my doctor have explained the situation to me.
Ah, it's unfortunate that T'Pol is ill.
Dr. Phlox assures me that he was only trying to protect her privacy.
- He doesn't make a habit of lying. - I certainly hope not.
I'm having a little difficulty
understanding why you won't share your research,
especially now that you know it could help T'Pol's condition.
I can't believe you're withholding it to punish Dr. Phlox.
Our decision has nothing to do with that.
Then what does it have to do with?
Pa'nar Syndrome is a disease
that's unique to an undesirable segment of our population.
Thankfully, there are very few of them.
And because you find them undesirable,
they're not entitled to medical care?
We don't condone the intimate acts that these people engage in.
They defy everything our society stands for.
Intimate acts? You're talking about mind-melds.
We take great pride in our ability to contain emotions.
Sharing them is offensive.
Now, if you'll excuse me, we have a great deal of work to do
before the conference ends.
If you're not gonna help her,
the least you could do is show a little discretion.
The High Command doesn't need to know about this.
It's not for us to decide what the High Command needs to know.
You have her genetic profile.
You must realize she's not a member of this minority.
Nonetheless, there's only one way to contract Pa'nar Syndrome.
Good day.
Yes?
There's a message for you from the surface.
Transfer it here.
Right away.
Come in.
Ah.
I was just about to call you.
Sit down.
I'm sorry.
I didn't have much luck down there.
They seem pretty
pig-headed when it comes to Pa'nar Syndrome.
And I got the distinct feeling
they're not gonna keep this to themselves.
I just received a message from Dr. Yuris.
- Which one was he? - The youngest.
He asked me to meet him in a northern section of the city.
I believe he wants to help.
Help?
That seems to like the last thing these doctors wanna do.
He asked me to come alone.
Sub-commander.
This may be of use to you.
What is it?
The research your doctor asked for.
You've taken a great risk by bringing this to me.
One that I'm more than willing to take.
Why?
There's more intolerance today than there was a thousand years ago.
It has to stop.
Why jeopardize your career to help someone you despise?
If I despised you, I'd be despising myself.
I'm part of the minority.
You know, I'm not a member of the minority.
As far as my colleagues are concerned,
you might as well be.
Anyone who chooses to perform a mind-meld is worthy of contempt.
What if I didn't choose?
You were coerced.
You should tell them. They'll be far more sympathetic.
Are you infected?
No. Only a small percentage are.
If they ask my opinion, I won't be able to condone what you did.
I hope you understand.
You can't jeopardize your position.
I have to return.
Tell them what happened.
Tell them before they contact the High Command.
Thank you for this.
- It doesn't make any sense. - Why not?
We're orbiting an alien world,
and most of the crew are free to go down and visit.
Why would anyone wanna stay on board and watch a movie?
Are you kidding?
They're showing The Black Cat, Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi.
It sounds like you're the one picking the movies.
Me?
Who else would choose an obscure horror film?
Why not something a little more, I don't know, romantic?
I'm going down to the surface.
What's the rush? You haven't even finished your dinner.
There's a shuttle leaving at 1800 hours.
Uh, you've got plenty of time.
Try the cobbler. The chef outdid himself.
Okay, but I have to leave in a few minutes.
- May I join you? - Please.
I'm Hoshi Sato. I've been meaning to introduce myself.
Feezal Phlox. You're the language wizard.
My husband speaks very fondly of you.
I'm getting a little paranoid here. You're not talking about me, are you?
- Matter of fact, we were. - Mm-hm.
Ensign Sato barely has an accent.
She was telling me how attractive she thinks you are.
She's pulling your leg, sir. I was only talking about grammar.
It's okay, Hoshi.
I've got to go. It was very nice to meet you.
I wasn't exactly pulling your leg, was I?
No. Not exactly.
Look, uh...
Uh, I'm very flattered but aren't you a married woman?
I'm a woman and that's all that matters, isn't it?
Ah.
Uh, I'm afraid I've got to go too.
Captain asked me to write a synopsis of tonight's movie.
Save me a seat.
Uh, you probably wouldn't like it. It's very scary and, uh, you've got to...
You got to be human to appreciate horror films.
I'll see you in the morning.
She's at it again.
Heh, I don't know about you, but I find her quite attractive.
- Come on, Malcolm. - Ha, ha.
This is serious. What if Phlox finds out?
You haven't done anything to make her think...
Of course not.
- Maybe I should tell the doc. - Tell him what?
That his wife is trying to seduce you? Not a good idea.
I've got to spend the next two days with her working on the microscope.
I really think I should speak to Phlox.
It might be a lot easier to avoid her advances than to get Phlox angry.
I once saw him lose his temper when one of his creatures bit him.
It wasn't a pretty sight.
This is far from a cure
but it should slow down the progression of the disease.
It's surprising. I assumed your Science Directorate
would have made more progress than this.
As we've seen, they're not very motivated to develop a cure.
Hmm, with this research, I should be able to get closer than they have.
- How useful is it? - Very.
It will allow me to improve my course of treatment
long before her symptoms get worse.
Have you figured out why Dr. Yuris gave it to you?
No, I haven't.
- You spoke with them. - A few minutes ago.
They've decided to recall you.
Do they have the authority to do that?
Dr. Oratt does.
He's a ranking member of the Council of Physicians.
They plan on taking you back to Vulcan
when the conference is over.
Have they notified the High Command?
Not till you reach Vulcan.
You've got to tell them, T'Pol.
Tell them what happened.
They won't do a thing to you once they know it wasn't voluntary,
- that he did it against your will. - I won't do that.
- Why the hell not? - I have Pa'nar Syndrome.
It doesn't make a difference how I contracted it.
It makes a lot of difference.
You're not a member of this minority.
He forced himself on you. You said it yourself.
He's right, T'Pol. You should tell them.
He is not right.
If I use that as a defense, as a way to keep from being taken off Enterprise,
I'd be condoning their prejudice
and in the process, indicting every member of the minority.
I won't do that.
- Where's Oratt? - Dr. Oratt isn't available.
- Perhaps I can help you. - Perhaps you can't.
If you know anything more...
- You're going to have to leave. - I need to talk to you!
- I told him you were busy. - What can I do for you, captain?
You have no right to take my science officer.
You're mistaken. I have every right.
You can't dismiss someone
because you don't agree with the way they conduct their lives.
I am not dismissing T'Pol. I'm simply returning her to Vulcan.
The High Command will decide whether she is fit for duty.
Fit?
You're saying a single mind-meld is enough to destroy her career?
Or is it that she contracted the disease?
That's why you're so hesitant to find a cure, isn't it?
Why bother to help people you don't approve of?
I'm sorry you don't understand the complexities of our culture, captain.
Please have the sub-commander ready to depart in 36 hours.
Not so fast.
You know what this is, doctor?
My communications officer got it from the Vulcan database.
It's the protocols of the Council of Physicians.
It says that, "Anyone accused of ethical misconduct
is entitled to a hearing before the ranking medical officer
in the province or territory where the accusation was first made."
If I'm not mistaken, that would be you.
The accusation against T'Pol stands. It's not open for debate.
Where I come from, everything's open for debate.
And if I read these protocols correctly,
so is the accusation you made against my science officer.
- You're wasting your time. - It's mine to waste.
Very well.
But I will not delay our departure.
The hearing will take place tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow afternoon. Fine.
It's the Dekendi's favorite sport.
Just because they asked you to participate, doesn't mean you had to.
They said it was an honor. It looked easy enough.
You're lucky this creature didn't strike a bit lower.
If I may ask, what is the purpose of this, uh, sport?
They've got these fargans.
They're kind of like cows with humps and they love melons.
I think they're melons.
So four guys get into this big circle filled with fargans
and throw these melons back and forth.
They use sticks with metal baskets at the end.
Do you play monkey-in-the-middle on Denobula?
I don't believe so.
Anyway, after a while, the fargans start figuring out what's going on...
You got a minute, doc?
Are you not feeling well, commander?
No. Uh, I'm fine. I just, uh...
I need to talk to you for a minute.
By all means. What's on your mind?
Actually, I was kind of hoping to talk to you alone.
Oh.
I think we're about done here.
It would be best if you avoided fargans for a few days.
Thanks, doc, heh.
- Commander. - See you, Travis.
Uh, Malcolm said this was a bad idea,
- but I think it's the right thing to do. - What's that?
Feezal. I mean, Mrs. Phlox,
is a lovely woman and she's very smart.
She knows more about quantum optics than anyone I've ever met.
She is remarkable.
Remarkable? Yeah, she sure is.
Was there something else?
Yeah, there is.
You gotta understand. I've been a perfect gentleman.
Absolutely nothing's happened.
She's trying to...
She's, um...
She's making advances, if you know what I mean.
Sexual advances?
I'm afraid so.
Has she offered to give you a rose petal bath?
No, no. No, nothing like that.
Oh, any man would be a fool to ignore the romantic overtures
of a healthy Denobulan woman, heh.
Don't you find her attractive?
Oh, sure.
I mean, no, she's your wife.
What does that have to do with it?
- She's your wife. - Oh, nonsense. Nonsense.
You're too concerned with human morality.
I thought you wanted to learn about, uh, new cultures.
- Isn't that why you joined Starfleet? - Why, of course it is.
But I was brought up believing
you don't play around with another man's wife.
I don't think I'm ever gonna change my mind about that.
As you wish. Your loss.
Come in.
Lieutenant Reed told me you went to the surface.
I spoke to Dr. Oratt.
I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to try and talk me out of it.
- I assume you were unsuccessful. - Not exactly.
Before I left, I got the medical protocols from Hoshi.
It seems they owe you a hearing.
- They'll never agree. - They already did.
I have no interest in challenging their decision.
If you're not going to defend yourself,
the least you can do is speak for this minority you're so eager to protect.
You said you didn't want to condone the attitude of these doctors.
Your silence would do just that.
You need to understand.
I won't tell them how I got the disease.
I'll go along with that. I promise.
But you've got to understand
I'm not gonna give you up without a fight.
Fact that she has Pa'nar Syndrome is not the reason she's being recalled.
No. It has to do with how she got infected.
A mind-meld over a year ago.
When it took place is not pertinent.
So, what you're saying is that if a Vulcan,
even an officer in the Science Directorate,
engages in this exchange of thoughts and memories,
they're condemned for it?
As you've been told, captain,
mind-melds are practiced by a sub-culture.
Vulcans who have elected to conduct themselves
- in an unacceptable manner. - They haven't elected to do anything.
- They're born with this ability. - Exactly.
They're genetic aberrations who prey on people like you,
people foolish enough to experiment with abhorrent behavior.
"You humans are too volatile, too irrational, too narrow-minded."
That's what I heard for years from every Vulcan I met.
But we don't hold a candle to you when it comes to narrow-minded.
We got rid of bigotry nearly a century ago.
We're not afraid of diversity. We don't persecute it, we embrace it.
If you call yourselves enlightened,
you have to accept people who are different than you are.
This is pointless. Our culture is governed by rules.
We're not about to ignore them.
There are no rules telling you to oppress minorities.
You'd rather let them spread their infections.
That's exactly why you're being recalled.
No. I'm being recalled because you're afraid of anything
that doesn't conform to your idea of acceptable behavior.
Unfortunately, you don't know what you're talking about.
The decision's been made. We should end this inquiry.
She knows exactly what she's talking about.
Are you questioning our judgment?
There is nothing abhorrent about the way we lead our lives.
We?
There is no simple definition of intimacy.
Those of us capable of mind-melds are no different than you are.
You realize that you're jeopardizing your reputation, your career?
We share our thoughts differently. We shouldn't be punished for that.
The High Command will determine whether you should be punished.
Both of you.
She's not guilty of anything. She was violated.
You gave me your word.
The mind-meld was performed against her will.
Can you verify this?
Why? So you can perpetuate your double standard?
Condemn the infected when they meld by choice
and sympathize with them when they don't?
What do you know of this, captain?
Seems my science officer doesn't want to discuss it.
That's good enough for me.
She told me herself. She made me promise to stay silent.
I'm sorry. I had to tell them the truth.
You should do the same.
I have nothing to say to them.
Feezal tells me it can be quite temperamental.
I think I've got it figured out.
Just let me know when it starts acting up.
Have you got the activation sequence down?
My beloved.
Mm.
I certainly hope it's not another four years until I see you again.
So do I.
But remember, your other wives are anxious to see you too.
Commander Tucker assures me
he'll keep your beautiful microscope in perfect running order.
As his doctor, I hope you'll keep Commander Tucker
in perfect running order.
Perhaps that'll motivate me to visit more often.
Mm-mm.
It's a shame you two didn't get to know each other better.
- Hmm. - Well, I've got to get back
to my warp engine.
The plasma's running a little hot.
- I know how it feels. Mm-hm.
Pleasure meeting you.
Humans.
Come in.
Dr. Yuris has been suspended.
That was to be expected.
They offered him a hearing, but he refused.
Oratt said he'll lose his standing with the Medical Exchange
when they get back to Vulcan.
Also to be expected.
One good thing did come out of this.
They believed him when he said you were forced.
You're not gonna be recalled.
With your permission, I'll be contacting the High Command.
I don't intend to let Yuris be dismissed without a fight.
Permission granted.
I know you must be very disappointed that he broke his promise to you,
but on a selfish note, I'm glad he did.
I didn't wanna lose you.
Maybe this incident will encourage others to speak out.
Let's hope so.