Episode Report Card Keckler: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The Search for Phlox
By Keckler | Season 4 | Episode 16 | Aired on 02.24.2005
As the medical center continues to suffer, Quantum continues to be annoying with telling Phlox to hurry up. Then, Quantum says that he SUDDENLY has an idea. Phlox says, "I could finish the antivirus in less time if I had a human host to replicate enough antibodies." It's the moment Quantum's been waiting for, and he squares his shoulders and says, "I don't see any other humans around." Dude? I don't see any humans around. Just some Klingons, a Denobulan, and a big furrowing buttmunch. Phlox warns that he can't predict what it will do to him. "Will it give you the cure?" Quantum asks sanctimoniously. "Unquestionably," Phlox says. "Then let's get started," Quantum orders. More explosions. Quantum sits himself in a spinny chair. "This virus might be our best weapon against Krell!" Quantum announces, clearly making sure EVERY-one knows that he's in charge now. Phlox spins Quantum around as though he were about to give him a shave, a haircut, and two bits, and fastens some restraints on his captain's arms.
More firefights.
Phlox tells Quantum he's injecting him with a metabolic accelerator to hurry up his immune response: "It won't be pleasant." Quantum nods. Phlox injects.
Firefights. Reed says he can't penetrate the shields. Hoshi finally cleans up the Klingon jam, and T'Pol comms Quantum. As Quantum writhes and groans in his restraints, Phlox responds to the comm and says that the captain is "indisposed" at the moment. T'Pol frowns. Probably because she can hear Quantum moaning in the background. At one point, Quantum flicks out his tongue in between moans. Okay. Odd acting choice. More twisting and sighing from Quantum. T'Pol makes a tactical plan.
Quantum drools and writhes and gasps and pants and jerks and spits. Why do I get the uncomfortable feeling that I now know what Bakula's sex face looks like? "It's working!" Phlox calls out. Quantum grunts as the teeny-tiniest of ridges surface on his furrows. The hell? The previews totally magnified them! I feel totally gypped -- his regular furrows would beat these ridges up and take their lunch money on the playground of foreheads!
Fighty-fight-fight. Columbia loses their weapons and can't help Enterprise.
Quantum breaks one of his arm restraints, but the Fresh Klingon of Bel-Air trundles over and holds him down. Until he stops screaming. As the Fresh Klingon of Bel-Air gets Quantum to stop wriggling like a greased pig, Phlox takes some of his blood and announces, "We got it!" and asks if the canister is ready. "It's set to disperse five seconds after transport," Antaak responds. "Send it," Phlox orders. I crack up that Quantum is still throwing hissies in the background. Maybe someone better hold down his tongue so he doesn't bite it off. Antaak sends the canister to Krell.