Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was a life pod. From one of the old Y-500-class freighters.

Maybe you're waiting for the others to come down

Why don't you show yourselves? You're not afraid of us, are you?

She says play-acting isn't exactly a Vulcan tradition, but she'll do her best.

Both of you listen to me very carefully.

She's lying, commander. I saw her talking to them.

Well, call him.

You didn't shoot me last night, did you?

We've lost Novakovich,

- Anybody hear about this? - Not a word.

What are you gonna tell him?

Sounds like home.

We're walking on an alien world, light-years from Earth or Vulcan.

I can't afford to have you going out on me.

But what the Vulcans won't say is they know exactly who attacked us.

Don't you see that? They're planning something, captain.

Reed to Sickbay.

A few days later, Webb started acting strange.

T'Pol, you said you found a cave this afternoon.

17% oxygen. 81% nitrogen.

Six weeks into their historic voyage, the bodies of all 82 crewmembers

Take a minute to enjoy yourself.

What are you talking about?

I thought you said he was gonna be fine.

We're gonna have to wait till the wind dies down.

So I can squash it.

Keep in mind, those cargo vessels

There it is. Wait a minute.

- Yes, sir. - Captain?

All right, Trip.

Something about "splitting me in two."

- Those were retired decades ago. - Exactly.

You've all been exposed to a psychotropic compound.

The sky ever get this blue on Vulcan?

The doctor's run tests on Novakovich.

They didn't want anybody in there except for T'Pol,