Transport ship cockpit. Frick commends Quantum on his trick of igniting the plasma, and Quantum feeds him some crap story of outrunning a patrol ship the same way near Devil's Island. Except that by no tortured stretch of the imagination is he Humphrey Bogart, nor is Reed Hoagy Carmichael. Frick wants to know how such a clever fellow is now on his way to Canamar. Quantum drums out some stiff yarn about their capture outside the Enolian homeworld. You know, the rest of this episode, Bakula was actually doing a good job of not calling upon the Kirk, but now? He's lost me. I'm so disappointed in him. Frick thinks Quantum and Trip should join his band of Merry Marauders as they spin about the galaxy doing naughty things. Quantum admits that his schedule does seem to be wide open for the nonce, but insists on knowing where they're going if they are to be partners. Frick tells him, but since it means next to nothing to me, I'm drinking. Heavily.
Prisoner's suite. Terence Trent D'Alien blathers, annoying everyone with an auditory canal, until Trip finally flips out on him: "Enough!" Terence Trent D'Alien is agog with confusion: "Is something wrong?" "No. I love hearing how delicious Melvaran mud fleas are or about the time you spent two hours with an Orion slave girl [BARF!] or the miracles doctors can perform these days getting rid of Fluvian fungus!" Trip pants. Terence Trent D'Alien asks what makes him think he wants to hear Trip's stories. "I haven't told you enny!" Trip jumps at him. "You won't let me get a word in edgewise! I can't even put mah fingers in mah ears!" Trip thrusts his shackled wrists at him and pleads for ten minute of silence. Terence Trent D'Alien barely pauses before saying he didn't realize he was being so annoying and he thought they were getting along so well and that it would be nice to have some pleasant conversation before spending ten years in a penal colony. "Penile," heh. Terence plays with his gills and pouts. Wait -- if he can lean over and play with his gills, why can't Trip lean over and stick his fingers in his ears? Trip tries to apologize for his PMS, but Terence Trent D'Alien sniffs at him and angles away as best he can.
Cockpit. Quantum assesses damage from the patrol ships and makes a play for getting Trip to take a look at it. Frick stonewalls him and reminds him they will be meeting up with another ship soon, so it won't matter if the transport ship works or not. Frack walks into the cockpit and holds out a bowl to Frick. "I'm not hungry," Frick tells him, holding up his arms. "You haven't eaten for two days," Frack growls in concern. Frick insists he can wait for normal food instead of eating prison slop, and smacks the bowl out of Frack's hands. Considering how close they seem to be, I wonder how Frick's going to react when he finds out that Frack has formed an attachment with Trip. Maybe he already knows, and his refusal to eat is a way of showing his displeasure at Frack's philandering. Frack gives Frick A Look and storms out of the cockpit. "Prison rations!" Frick sniffs. Quantum finds out that Frick was unfairly imprisoned at fourteen, and thus began his long and unfortunate career as a criminal. Did you know that the Boston Pops is putting on a special solo performance of the universe's smallest violin tonight? Frick blithers that he learned a lot in prison: "If it wasn't for the Enolian guard my life would have been quite...dull." Whoa! An unexpected and blatant delivery of three pounds of Corned Beef Slash just fell out of Darwin's delivery truck and is within the ten seconds rule! Should we partake? It's damn good beef, let me tell you! Quantum ponders how hungry he really is.