Enterprise. The Enolian Ambassador recounts to T'Pol what transpired between his patrol ships and the transport vessel, and finishes by saying that his patrol boats now have orders to destroy the transport vessel. T'Pol argues with him about killing two innocent humans, but the Enolian Ambassador identifies Frick as a particularly unsavory convict who has been on Enolians' Most Wanted so many times, he actually reaps residuals whenever the show airs. Apparently, Frick's real name is something that sounds like "Corona Lauren," and Mathra wonders if he's related to Sophia while I wander into the kitchen looking for beer and a few limes. The Enolian Ambassador says his people are determined to destroy Frick while Dance Of The Reed Flutes clamors that they intend to get Trip and Quantum back. "Then I suggest you find them before our patrols do," the Enolian Ambassador says.
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.