Episode Report Card Keckler: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT I Left My Communicator In San Francisco
By Keckler | Season 2 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.12.2002
The song, it tasks me.
Reed tears Decon apart, Quantum examines the sh'bay, and Hoshi looks in the seat crevices of the sh'pod but only comes up with a few peanut shells, a toy soldier, and a nickel. Trip has been hanging out there in his off hours again. No communicator. Reed freaks a bit, and Quantum asks him when he last remembers having it. "I don't know, I was drunk most of the time," Mathra slurs. On the bridge, Hoshi technobabbles a way to locate it by its power signature, then displays her technobabble on a computer screen. As she narrows the power signature down to three city blocks, Quantum and Trip get friendly with Exposition and talk about the potential war percolating on the planet. T'Pol points out the obvious by saying, "It's crucial we retrieve the technology. We can't risk contaminating a pre-warp culture." "The translator is the basis of all our technology -- this is Koik, now hand over your blowers to the pointy-eared mug in the corner or you'll all be wearing concrete galoshes!" Mathra Jimmy Cagneys. Oh, did I mention we watched "A Piece Of The Action" a few days ago? Well, we did. For once, Quantum gets it, and exaggeratedly nods his head at T'Pol, furrowing all the way home. Reed looks at Hoshi's MapQuest and points out the tavern where he thinks he left the piece of Advanced Culture. Quantum tells T'Pol to tell the good doctor they're going to need his "cosmetic services again." I thought Reed was the resident Mary Kay Lady -- why else does he have that pink shuttle pod? For the second week in a row, Trip tries to horn in on another mission and is shot down. Even his argument of "I'm a reg'lar bludhownd" is not happening. "By the way, beagle is the word around here, Tripper Bore," Mathra snaps.
Sh'pod. We get more of a look at Phlox's "cosmetic services" on Reed and Quantum. They seem to have lost their eyebrows, which makes Quantum look even more Neander-DAHL than usual, and Reed just looks sickly. After stiff-upper-lipping that his feet are up for another hike, Reed comments that he's ready to take any punishment. Quantum wants to spank him for losing his cell phone. I'm so not touching that one. Quantum says, "How about thirty years in the brig -- or maybe a good flogging?" I was thinking more along the lines of dinner and a movie, but that works, too. Wait, what's "flogging"? Does it involve hand-holding? Quantum tells Reed his screw-up was just an accident that could've happened to any of them. Besides, Self-Flagellation is always nice this time of year. Self-Flatulation, too. Reed reports the proximity of some army aircraft, and they hurriedly land in a wooded area. Thank god for forests. And caves. And Vasquez rocks.