only one way to do this, Captain.
A cold start.
I have to shut down the reactor
and reset the algorithms.
Once we bring the warp engine back on-line,
the subroutines should be back to normal.
But if we shut down the reactor...
That's why we need to move inside Columbia's warp field.
They can sustain our speed
while I reinitialize the engines.
They won't be able to hold us
for more than a minute or two.
They don't have enough power.
I've got a shortcut in mind. Shortcut?
Those subroutines would take hours to decrypt.
Better just to purge them... wipe them clean.
I'll contact Columbia.
What're they here for?
The Captain and I have had a slight misunderstanding.
How slight?
These gentlemen are here to escort me back to the brig.
Don't worry. I'll tell you all about it
when we're not quite so busy.
Fancy meeting you here.
Intermix pressure?
1527.
Field variance?
87 millicochranes.
Somebody hasn't been taking very good care of my engine.
Speak with the Klingons.
What are you doing?
You might want to take notes.
I'm about to perform a manual shut-down
and restart in less than two minutes.
That's not possible.
Watch me.
Columbia to Enterprise.
Go ahead.
I've routed everything I've got to my warp field.
Do me a favor, Jonathan. Make this quick.
Archer to Trip.
Ready when you are.
Stand by!
Everyone get away from the bulkheads!
It's gonna get a little hot in here!
Reactor shut down in five...
four... three... two... one!
T'Pol, prime the injectors. Jenkins, man the relays!
Yes, sir!
Columbia to Enterprise.
You've got about 40 seconds.
Understood.
Trip, how's it going? Just another minute, Captain!
You don't have a minute!
Get ready to initialize the matrix!
Enterprise, we're losing the field!
15 seconds, Trip!
Almost there!
Full power to containment!
Fire up the antimatter stream! Ten seconds... nine...
eight... seven...
Commander?
Here we go!
four... three... two...
We've got warp power.
Engineering to the bridge.
The subroutines have been purged.
Appreciate the house call, Mr. Tucker.
Any time.  I'd like to drop to impulse for a while,
Captain, just to check things over.
Stand by.
Enterprise to Columbia.
Thanks for the lift.
You're not getting away with my chief engineer that easily.
Any plans for the next few days?
What've you got in mind?
Phlox.
Phlox.
This will help.
My apologies for the general's conduct.
It's so crude.
This is no way to treat a man of science.
Then end it.
Contact Starfleet.
My people need you, Phlox.
We have no healers with your abilities.
You want me to create Klingon augments.
Living weapons.
I won't do it.
No, no.
I've been reviewing your work.
It's brilliant.
You have discovered a weakness
in the virus causing the plague.
If we interrupt the transcription sequence here...
Yes.
Yes.
That would stop the genetic effects
of the virus in stage one.
There'd be changes of appearance,
some minor neural reordering, but no development
of stage-two characteristics,
no enhanced strength or speed or endurance.
But then General K'Vagh
would not get his augments.
He would never allow it.
What if we don't tell him?
Do you understand what will happen
if the general learns that we've deceived him?
A cure would save millions of innocent lives.
What more honorable death
could there be for a healer,
Klingon or Denobulan?
Captain's Starlog, Supplemental.
I've asked Columbia to join us in our search for Phlox.
We'll have a better chance of making it
through Klingon territory with twice the firepower.
I don't suppose you can tell me
where I'm going this time?
I didn't think so.
Those are my personal files.
Not when they affect my ship.
T'Pol restored everything
you tried to erase.
We ran his face and voiceprint
through our database.
His name is Harris.
He worked in Starfleet Security
up till five years ago.
After that, his file ends.
Captain...
there's nothing more I can add.
I won't accept that.
You