This episode interprets best as a cheese-induced canine nightmare that goes like this:
Galley. Night. Archer and beagle midnight snack. Daniels appears. History ignores Xindi conflict but he "doesn't know more." Archer and T'Pol - - in p'jammies - must retrieve three time-trespassing Xindi. Daniels lacks "permission to interact" since such would take "too much time" but, armed with "temporal tags" it's OK for Archer to bring a date so off they go!
Street. Night. Car folder man. Door table mess. Apartment beer. Bathroom pizza. Xellphone call. Made your selection?
Street. Night. Date honey Georgia Candy. O-negative. Perspicacious prostitute! Ethers her out - wasn't she smart a moment ago?
Gate. Night. "Loomis." Sickbay in brick. Forehead pads. Time travelling to collect hooker blood? (Gary Seven never thought of that!)
Street. Night. Flivver ride. Booted. Angry dog. (How pad the script can you get?) Stolen truck. Radio blast. "Gasoline pump." Stolen T2 ATM moment. Wheelchair, $25. Fossil fuel depletion. "In 2061 they finally …"
Street. Night. Xindi biosigns. American Wrecking Company. Neutronic power source in building. Can't wait a few more days for last two blood types. Loomis wants double fee. "Who are you?" "We are terrorists. Lurking in shadows. The worst kind."
Apartment. Night. Archer kicks in door. Out stairs. Nerve pinch. Man bound to chair. "Methahexonal?" No airlock handy. Untie him then punch (sparing his humanity). Don't untie me! Worst qualities of this era: greed, violence, and moral corruption (consider atrocious screenwriting also).
Street. Night. I told you to be quiet. Burgerland speaker fun. Archer in wheelchair. Take new blood, readminister sedative, change bedpans (which Xindi gets that job?). Ray gun shot car door. Tap new arrival, 15ml. Rips out IV. T'Pol extinguishes smoke-break.
BrickBay. Night. Firefight. Making something virusy. Honk. Steam fan lit from beneath. Release toxin. Leap across building. Rolls vial. Archer grabs. Let's go. Problem sir? It's done. Got gear and Xindi. Detroit's finest. Lizard people with ray guns.
So many excellent shows then "Carpenter Street" breaks altogether new ground in bad. This budget pincher becomes my new favorite worst, written by … oh forget it. No offense to Matt Winston but Daniels is a franchise albatross. ("Temporal incursions" take "time to ripple through time" - what kind of nonsense is that? And we've seen this "not supposed to happen" what, only two or three dozen times before?) This hour did have two redeeming features: Blalock's double take as Porthos trots into her quarters, and Enterprise going on hiatus leaving behind the taste of turkey. Happy Thanksgiving!