Episode Report Card Keckler: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Breaking the Furrow
By Keckler | Season 3 | Episode 24 | Aired on 05.25.2004
Degra's ship. Reed breathlessly asks if they can get a lock on Quantum. They can't -- he's too deep in Mega Maid's bowels.
Mega Maid. Explosions start. Dolum tries to push Quantum off a walkway. He even grabs Quantum by the hair, so Quantum grabs Dolum by the back of the head to get even. It's kind of weird looking and vastly ineffectual. Dude, the eyes! Go for the eyes! And then, when you run away, you have to run in a zig-zag! At one point, Quantum grasps Dolum's face to his chest -- like he's trying to breast-feed him. Unfortunately, Quantum doesn't say, "I suckled this serpent -- I gave it life!" and then drag Dolum into his palace and murder him. Instead he decides to bang Dolum's head on a pole, then punch Dolum slightly so he can get out from under him. As Quantum tries to run off, Dolum slashes him across his back, using only the weapon of the scales on his own arm, and manages to cut a large wound. Time to think about French tips, Dolum. Dolum pulls out a gun. Mega Maid stuff explodes. Quantum trips Dolum and tackles him on his back. He then runs off and turns to face Dolum as Dolum stands up. Dolum seems a bit disconcerted that Quantum is just standing there looking at him. Quantum holds up the detonator and pushes a button. It flashes a blue light. Aw, HELL YEAH! Dolum looks over his shoulder through the scoliosis brace he's got on over his uniform, and grabs at the charge planted there. He glares at Quantum, who gives him A Look before twisting behind a column. Dolum explodes. Quantum comes out from behind the blood-spattered column and looks dispassionately on the Dolum pieces. Mega Maid continues to explode. Quantum moves off, still looking at Dolum's remains with quiet closure. In slo-mo, he runs across a walkway as stuff sparks and explodes behind him. It's a pretty awesome scene, even if I did see it in the previews. The walkway is being destroyed as he runs.
From outer space, we see Mega Maid blow up with incredible effects.
Enterprise. T'Pol enters her Acting CRACK WHORE'S starlog on February 14, 2152 and says they are holding their position at the rendezvous, but there's been no word from Degra's ship. I'm thinking there's been no word since T'Pol seems to be writing in her log TWO YEARS IN THE PAST! In "Countdown" -- a mere week ago, mind you -- Quantum entered a log on February 13, 2154. Which do you think is addling T'Pol's brain more, that she's a CRACK WHORE, or that it's Valentine's Day and she's worried Trip won't give her a "U R Logical" candy heart?
Stella Cartography. T'Pol tells Trip that long-range scans are showing no evidence of the spheres, and all spatial anomalies in their scanning range have vanished. "What about the thermobaric cloud barrier?" Trip asks. T'Pol says that too has been dissipating. "Looks like we kept our end of the bargain," Trip sighs. T'Pol comments that the Expanse seems to be returning to normal space. "We shoulda hurd somethin' by now -- what if they failed? Earth could be --" Trip says, pacing a bit. T'Pol grips his shoulder. Oh, boy, here we go again -- this is going to be another "rough patch" we're going to hear until Kingdom Come that she helped him through, isn't it? Trip looks down at T'Pol's hand, but since it has a "rough patch" of its own on it, it's more like he's all, "Ew! Don't touch me with that hand!" T'Pol pleads with him to be patient. Trip relaxes and sighs. And looks at her hand again. Because it's still there. And he's still grossed out. Trip comments that his skin is healing faster than hers. He takes her hand and examines it: "I guess you Vulcans aren't so tough after all." "Doctor Phlox says we should all be back to normal in two to three days," T'Pol CRACK WHORES. "I'm only kidding," Trip assures her gently. He looks at her hand again: "Yew look nice lak this." He waves his hand to encompass her face in his statement. "Kinda lak an old oil paintin'." I could not stifle the "AWWWW" that forced its way out of my throat. The cats took cover, expecting more unlooked-for sentiment. Trip walks over to the controls while T'Pol stands there, stunned. She keeps her hand in the same position it was in when Trip was holding it and stares at it. "I'm not old," she quavers. "I will only be sixty-six years old on my next birthday." She continues to examine her hand as Trip gets all gimlet-eyed. "I can't believe you tol' me that," he says. "You accused me of looking old," T'Pol CRACK WHORES defensively. "That's not what I'm talkin' about -- I've bin tryin' to git yew to tell me yer age since we lef spacedock," Trip explains. "Why now?" Okay, ONCE! You tried ONCE to discover her age! T'Pol mutters something about age-telling being intimate. "Innamint? Hmm," Trip ponders. May-Rainy-Day-Woman-#12 comms that a vortex just opened for Degra's ship.