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Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...
- What have you done?
- Show them a world
of their own making,
and they ask you
what you've done.
If we want to save the
future, then we have to
repair the past.
- Elnor!
If we fail here,
we fail Elnor and everyone
in our homeworld.
Laris, nothing has to change.
Move backward to go
forward.
Shatter to mend.
Admiral, I'm no longer
in command of this ship.
The past is now.
We're caught in Earth's gravity.
I can't stop her!
Give me nav control.
Where are you taking us?
- Home.
The queen says that there is
someone who can help us.
She called this individual
a "Watcher."
You're saying if we find them,
we can undo this nightmare?
It's probably some alien species
that doesn't belong here.
- It may not want to be
found.
- I'm coming for it.
- You can't bring that with
you.
- This?
Because we're 400 years
in the past.
You have to look out
for butterflies.
Don't draw attention
to yourself.
No hospitals, no
authorities,
- no security checkpoints.
- Ow.
- Hey!
- You're under arrest.
I might be able to use
the ship as an interface.
Absolutely not.
I-I just need to get in there,
fix her, and you can
pull me out before
I'm fully assimilated.
We fail without her.
I can see so much.
The Watcher. 15.
- Yeah.
- Don't.
Computer, dictate the file
from the Borg Queen.
3-4-dot-0...
- 4-8-8 North.
- Coordinates.
To find the Watcher.
But there's more, isn't there?
When it happens.
I can almost feel it.
You've impressed me.
♪
♪
Rios? Do you read me?
Raffi, do you copy?
Anybody?
Whoa.
What the hell happened
here?
Nothing good.
You sure his signal pinged from
here?
I know how to read a
tricorder.
Why did Rios need a hospital?
Rios?!
Rios?
Whoa, hey. Hey, I'm
sorry.
Look, we're closed.
If you need a doctor, there's
another clinic two blocks east.
No, we don't need
medical assistance.
We're looking for our friend.
Dark hair, scruffy.
Yeah, he was here.
The doctor patched him up
before ICE officers raided us.
They arrested them both.
I'm sorry. Look,
Teresa's a citizen. You know?
They'll probably just detain her
longer than they should but
eventually they throw her back.
You know those
assholes.
Yeah. I feel like I do.
But your friend--
I hope you find him soon.
Before ICE makes sure
you never do.
- Seven, Raffi, do you read me?
Do you copy?!
Rios, do you read me?
It was a long shot
the comms would work.
No relays.
- Let's...
just hope that they're not...
Dead?
Thank you, Doctor.
You know...
until the auto-repair
heats the ship,
why don't we find you somewhere
where we can light a fire.
What if someone spots
La Sirena?
The Confederation ships seem
to be equipped with upgrades.
- Computer,
engage cloaking device.
Oh, dear.
So Chateau Picard
is abandoned in this era.
Nearly a century at this point.
During the Second World War,
when the Nazis
occupied France,
they used this house
as a base of operations.
My ancestors
only survived by hiding in
the tunnels below.
Where'd they go?
England.
But the chateau remained
in the family.
Although there were various
caretakers keeping it up.
It'll be generations
before the Picards
reside here again.
♪
Maman!
Maman!
Maman.
You all right, mister?
Just...
having memories of...
things that have yet to
occur.
Maman.
Maman.
♪
Computer,
play "Non, je ne regrette
rien,"
second verse.
- Let's take a deep breath
and listen.
- ♪ Avec leurs trémolos ♪
- ♪ Balayé pour toujours ♪
- ♪ Je repars à zéro ♪
- ♪ Non ♪
- There.
- ♪ Rien de rien ♪
Fear's gone.
- You're safe now.
- ♪ Non ♪
- I'm here.
- ♪ Je ne regrette ♪
♪ Rien ♪
♪ Ni le bien ♪
♪ Qu'on m'a fait ♪
♪ Ni le mal ♪
♪ Tout ça m'est bien
égal... ♪
Where are you?
Uh...
lost in the past, I
suppose.
In more ways than one.
Agnes, we need to find out
what else the Borg Queen knows
about the break in the
timeline,
what else you stole
from her mind.
And I think you need rest.
Thinking is my rest.
Can't even comprehend
how relaxing calculus can be.
I will take your word for it.
My mother used to play
Édith Piaf
to me when I was young
to calm me down.
I can just imagine a little
Picard wandering around here
saying...
"Milk. Chocolate.
- Hot."
Let me guess, you were
the skinny kid with
the endless book collection.
That was me.
Oh, I need a drink.
Ah.
Agnes, what you need is rest.
Here we go.
Pinot noir.
You happen to have a
corkscrew on you?
Fascinating.
You moved 15 beads
on the abacus.
You chose the 15th
volume of the Britannica.
And a pinot noir.
1915.
Agnes, I think
that your marvelous mind
is trying to tell us something.
Look at you, Dixon Hill.
15. 15.
It must be the other piece
of information I took
from the Borg Queen's
mind.
The last thing you said
before I disconnected you--
when is the timeline
changing?
15 hours?
That's too nonspecific.
A date then.
Did the ship's
chronometer
ever show precisely when we
landed?
The 12th of April, 2024.
Which, if we're right,
would mean...
We have three days
before the future
is changed irrevocably.
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪ 35 years later
and nothing much has
changed ♪
♪ Those in charge
are living large ♪
♪ The rest are all
deranged ♪
♪ 'Cause I still hate you ♪
♪ Can't wait to
eviscerate you ♪
- ♪ 'Cause I ♪
- Hey.
♪ Still hate ♪
- ♪ All of you ♪
- Hey.
You mind stopping that
noise?
♪ The temperatures are
rising ♪
♪ The sea level as well ♪
Yeah, okay! Fine!
- I just like that song.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Sorry. Apologies.
We should have waited
in the other future.
Until we had a real plan,
instead of jumping back in time.
We didn't have a lot of
runways.
Whatever.
Raffi,
you lost someone.
We're getting him back.
And losing him was not
- your fault.
- Just...
The transporter
should be working.
You sure about this?
We need to figure out
what changes the timeline,
and we only have three days.
Considering the precious
little time we have
and that we haven't
been able to reach the others,
we must find the
Watcher.
If the queen is right,
the Watcher is the only
one who can help us.
I could come with you.
No. We need you here.
You must find a way
to boost the communications
and bring us home.
I'm counting on you, Agnes.
We all are.
Peachy.
Have you met me in a
pinch?
In fact, I have.
Now, let's see where
the queen's coordinates take me.
All right, mister.
I'm glad one of us
- is confident.
- Poor Agnes Jurati.
Doomed to be the
afterthought,
left behind again.
Not to me.
You're more than you let on
or that they can see.
Smart, cunning
and remarkably more cruel
than I could have predicted.
Bravo.
How am I cruel?
Fixing me
just to take what you need.
Leaving me up here
powerless yet now awake
- to feel it.
- All right.
Well, have a good night
plotting
or whatever it is
Borg Queens do.
You felt it, too.
Didn't you?
That thing for what we
Borg have so very many words:
assimilation.
Cooperation.
Connection.
♪
- Uh-huh ♪
- ♪ Mm-hmm ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
♪ I was lost ♪
♪ In a place ♪
♪ Where my soul felt no
desire ♪
♪ I was lost ♪
♪ And I thought I lost it
all ♪
♪ Here you are ♪
♪ In my place ♪
♪ And my heart is set on
fire ♪
- ♪ Here you are... ♪
No.
Put it back.
Bar's closed.
Guinan.
Yeah?
Want some advice?
March yourself back out
that door
and I won't have to have you
on my or Luna's conscience.
Luna?
Hey, Luna.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no.
Hey.
Hello, girl.
Stay.
Good girl.
My apologies.
Ten Forward is always open,
I thought.
If you're here to drink,
you're late.
You're here to loot,
you're early.
Today is closing day.
- Closing for...?
- Ever.
That's it. Out.
You're a lot older
than my usual thieves.
♪ So good... ♪
Haven't settled
into retirement yet?
Believe me, I am trying.
But it turns out that, uh,
afternoon naps and jigsaw
puzzles are not quite my speed.
Guinan,
I was told to come here.
And I believe--
I hope--
that you can help me.
I don't know you.
I don't want to know you.
- Yeah.
- And I don't help.
There is something
very important
that I have to tell you,
and you know
how valuable listening can be.
As an El-Aurian.
Who the hell are you,
old man?
Crystal Ball?
Is that, like,
a stage name or
something?
Cristobal.
He was arrested
along with a doctor.
- Can't you find him?
- Look around.
I got intake. I got overflow.
I got transfers waiting
to happen.
If they took your friend,
he ain't in the system yet.
Then where is he?
Processing. How should
I know?
Goddamn it!
You're law enforcement
for this city, right?
Why else would I be
here?
Listen, my friend was taken
by ICE officers.
You must know
something.
You can't just kidnap
people.
Okay, we're just going to back
away from your personal space
and wait over there.
You are doing a great
job.
Thank you
for serving the public.
I hate everything.
- But you hide it so well.
Piece of advice?
LAPD won't have ICE detainees
in their system.
You want Immigration and Customs
Enforcement.
- Look, you're in the wrong place.
Not that it makes
any difference,
'cause if you don't get
to...
Crystal Ball
before he's transferred,
gone.
No trial. No paper trail.
I pledge allegiance
to the flag...
You.
I need your Juan Hancock
on these transfer papers.
Got a bus seat
with your name on it.
Just sign it.
You eyeballing me,
asshole?
The hell is wrong with
you guys?
Slap on a badge,
put on a uniform,
you think you can treat people
this way? Show...
Let's go.
Why does the past hurt
so much?
Dislocate the other hand,
I'm gonna start charging.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Lunatic.
Why didn't you run?
I did. I just then...
also chose to run back.
Well, good job.
I'm still trying to work out
the brave-or-stupid conundrum.
If you figure it out,
can you give my late mother
a call?
Who are you, Cristobal?
I'm just a...
Good Samaritan
passing through.
Long as I've lived
on this planet,
I can count on one hand
number of times
I've been called...
El-Aurian.
Who are you?
Where are you from?
France.
No.
Not just France.
Anyone who comes around
knowing where I'm from,
they're not from anywhere
remotely around here.
Planetarily speaking.
You're a beautiful girl.
Good girl.
Huh.
She doesn't usually take
to strangers.
Because she knows
I'm not a threat.
Whatever, man.
Stay. Go.
I'm locking the doors for good
either way.
The fact that you're
leaving
at the moment that I find
you
proves to me that I have come
to the right place.
I was told I had three
days
to stop something
very... critical from
happening.
Good luck with that.
I was given coordinates.
- To this place.
To find a Watcher.
- I suspect
that I've already found
one.
- I-I'm not...
- Guinan?
Am I early?
Luna.
- Come on now, girl.
You go home
with your Uncle Dale.
He'll take good care of you.
- Come here, baby.
Come on, baby.
- This place is a pressure cooker.
- You know they're
actually killing the planet?
Truth is whatever you want
it to be.
Facts aren't even facts
anymore.
A few folks have
enough resources
to fix all the problems
for the rest, but they won't.
Because their greatest
fear is having less.
They got one tiny ball
in the entire galaxy,
and all this species
wants to do is fight.
I've given them long enough.
It's not too late.
It's not too late.
The problem isn't time.
It's not too
late.
It's not.
It's not time.
- It's you.
- It's you.
It's not too late.
- What you're experiencing,
it's because I'm repeating
to you now
words you will say back
to me in the future.
You told me about it once
many tomorrows ago.
It's-it's called "Af..."
- Af-something.
- Af-kelt.
Time sickness.
A uniquely El-Aurian condition
that occurs only when
the timeline has been affected.
Doesn't matter to me,
old man.
Once I leave, I'll be fine.
Distance offers no
protection from time.
This wrong must be
righted,
something which only
you
can help me do.
♪
- What are we doing?
- Finding Rios.
In the parking lot?
We need to find out
where they're disappearing
people like him.
So we follow the trail
of suffering like breadcrumbs.
Okay, just so I'm clear,
are you suggesting we steal
a vehicle from the same people
whose job it is
to prosecute theft?
We need a way to find Rios
and get back to fixing the timeline.
- See, my idea...
- Mm.
is to steal the computer
inside.
Better?
Not better. Not better.
Raffi, what the hell
happened to no phasers?
I have no idea
how this got here.
Okay, Raffi, right now,
your brains
are in your fists.
We're not doing Rios any good
if we're locked up with him.
You're not gonna get very far
without power, are you?
So you could do that, but
you couldn't unlock the door?
No, I could've,
but that was way more fun.
I thought that guy said
that Rios wouldn't be
in the same system.
Well, systems
in the 21st century are linked.
A little navigating,
and I give you...
Immigration and
Customs, baby.
What we want are
"Arrests."
We're looking
for a male Hispanic,
a female Hispanic.
My God. There are so
many.
What happened back
there?
Damn it, Raffi.
- Come on. Come on,
come on.
- No, I-I got it.
ICE intakes are routed
to a processing center
25 miles northwest of
here.
Musiker to Sirena. Do
you copy?
- Picard?
- I think we've established
that communicators
don't work at long distance
in this century.
Raffi, is that you?
Oh, I'm here.
Are you with Picard?
Picard?
No, we're going after Rios.
Rios isn't with you?
He's in a detention
facility in a place called Castaic.
- So things are going well.
- I'm sending you the coordinates.
We need help getting
there.
All right,
bringing transporter online.
Damn it.
The system's down again.
It dropped back
into self-repair mode.
I need some time.
We don't have time.
Where's Picard?
I don't know,
and I can't make contact,
even though I boosted
the communicators.
Okay. We're going after
Rios the old-fashioned way.
Here, put that on.
Just click it.
- You want me to drive?
- Well, you have a better idea?
- What? Oh.
You can pilot a starship
but you can't drive a...
All right.
You're doing great.
You're doing great.
Just-just e-easy does it.
- Easy does it.
Try to not draw
so much attention to us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Okay, well,
nobody's gonna notice that.
What? You wanted out,
we're out.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
One way, one way!
All units, be advised,
stolen police vehicle
headed north
on Adams Street.
I'm pretty sure we can't
reach Rios if we're roadkill.
All right...
give me a little slack here.
- This thing's an antique.
- Oh, you're kidding me.
Castaic's an hour away?
Jurati, give me some good news.
Shit. I'm working on it,
you guys, I swear.
Seven, just get around them.
Get around them.
- You think I'm not trying?
- The bus was faster.
All right, maybe you
should get back on it.
Uh, truck? Truck. Truck!
Just-just go back that way.
That way.
Okay, how about you drive and
I hold the map? How about that?
You know what?
You two really need
to work on your
communication.
It's the cornerstone
of every good...
Jurati.
- See? There you go.
- Now you're in sync.
Look,
just get the transporter up.
Even if you can't beam
us to Castaic,
we'll still need an exit
when we find Rios.
Seriously, guys,
I need more time.
- How much?
- Um-- I-- A day?
A day? We barely have
an hour.
Oh, Agnes.
Stand by. I might know
someone who can help.
So let me see if I got this.
You're from some redacted
years in the future,
but time's been altered.
So now one future is A-OK
and the other's hell on Earth.
- Yeah.
- And you can babble all
that,
but you can't even tell
me your name?
Well, if I say more,
I risk compromising your path.
Might've thought of that
before
you started harassing me
in my bar.
Oh, I'm sorry about that.
I-I had no choice.
Whatever you are watching over,
that y-you're about to abandon,
it is vital to the future
of humanity.
I'm no Watcher.
And humanity?
Humankind will change.
- You must be patient.
- You know who has
the luxury of patience
here?
Someone who looks like
you and not like me.
This world had more
potential than I had ever imagined.
Ah, this is great.
You can just set those
on the table. Thank you.
But the hatred here?
It never ends.
It just swaps clothes.
This century? It took off
a hood and put on a suit.
You say change is coming?
Well, it's too damn slow.
And the cost way too high.
And being forced
to watch it... hurts.
History's darkest
moments
can be a tipping point
for change.
There's still good here.
Trust me, it ain't tipping soon.
And I've been on this
planet
a lot longer than you.
Then why not a few
more days?
Stay.
Help me to understand what's
been changed in this timeline.
I didn't not sleep for six years
in med school
so I could watch
my neighbors die
because they're too
afraid to go to a hospital.
That's why you started
the clinic?
I started the clinic
'cause I'm a control freak.
Where I come from,
you'd be a hero.
Yeah? Where's that?
Do you even know
what's gonna happen to you?
No. Do you?
No. Not sure.
It's my second time.
I hate being in here.
I start out with a pretty
healthy fear of authority.
Clearly not when it gets
in the way of helping people.
Pure selfishness.
I need to be needed.
How's the hand?
You're good.
That the one who tased you?
Yep. Face like a Ferengi.
What the hell's a Ferengi?
Teresa Ramirez.
Paperwork came
through.
Uber's waiting.
- Look, I-I would like to help you...
- No, go on.
Go on. Please.
You've done enough
for me already, so thank
you.
If you ever need anything.
Aw, don't cry, Juan.
You're in luck.
I got you a seat on that bus.
I mean, unless, of course,
you've decided
to provide your name
and proof of citizenship.
All right.
My name is Cristobal Rios.
You can call me Chris, Rios.
Good either way.
Occupation?
Captain.
Of the USS Stargazer.
You wouldn't know it.
It's a starship
from the year 2400.
I'm on an ongoing mission
to explore strange new worlds,
seek out new life
and civilizations, but instead
I'm stuck back in a
particularly primitive past--
no offense--
trying to correct the timeline
so I can, you know...
With who, you ask?
A ragtag group of misfits
including one cybernetic queen
that I'm fairly certain
is just in it to wipe out
all of humanity
with her old cohort,
a crusty old admiral who,
if I understand it correctly,
is now a flesh and blood
robot.
I-I, you know, I can't be
sure,
'cause nobody
can explain it to me.
Uh, I think, uh,
t-take a right up here.
I just want to say,
I am not the worst driver
here.
- Well...
Wait, what does
a yellow light mean?
Go faster.
No, red means stop.
Red means stop. Red
means stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop,
stop!
Uh, can you stop?
If I kill somebody,
this is on you.
Well, maybe you could
try not aiming for them.
I think you're getting
the hang of it.
Hurry up. Keep moving.
Take a seat.
I'm sorry to say that the
end of the line's gonna be
the end of life as you
know it.
Adios, Captain.
Transport is set.
Agnes P. Jurati.
You've the quickened
flush of a woman
with much to ask
yet no time to ask it.
There are a number of
systems
that are still down
after our, uh...
Entwinement, shall we
say?
Some of the systems
are recalibrating too slowly.
Which systems concern
you the most? Propulsion?
Cloaking?
No, I-I know you were listening.
I need the transporters.
Cloaking doesn't matter
right now.
Says the woman who won't meet
my gaze for fear of being seen.
To be in plain view
and yet still unafraid,
there's great strength in
that.
Well, I'm sure it helps when
you have an army behind you.
It's how you get the army
to follow you, my dear,
how you teach the choir
to sing.
- Look, about the transporter...
- Don't politely demure yourself.
Convince me.
My friends are in trouble.
I really need the transporters
fully functioning,
and you can think faster
than I can type.
So, please, can I trust
you to help?
Beware the species that
has not yet purged that word.
They're simply begging
to be conquered.
"Help"?
"Trust."
It's a strange thing to say
to somebody
you're trying to get
to trust you.
Yet more believable than if
I told you that you could.
"Betrayal" is just an anagram
for "believe me."
That's not even...
God. Poetry, dear.
Flair.
You are like
the brightest peacock,
yet still so afraid to shine.
And that, dear Agnes, is why
you are so frequently alone.
You want to talk
about being alone?
Look at you. You're
disconnected from the hive.
You're trying to have
a slow conversation with me
just to have someone to
talk to.
If my friends crash
or get captured,
how chatty do you think
I'm gonna be then?
Help now and what do I
get?
Me.
I got a lot of your...
thoughts still swimming around
in my head after our, you know.
You hate being alone
just as much as I do.
So how about it?
You and I trade sad sack
stories
in between
pressing catastrophes.
Shit.
Rios's file just updated.
- He's being moved,
- What? Where?
Uh, it's to a "sanctuary
district" on the border?
Like he's being
disappeared.
- Raffi, if we lose him
now...
- I know, I know.
Damn it.
Hey, hang on. Okay, I
found him.
Uh, he's on ICE transfer
bus number 735.
GPS transponder says
he's on Highway 14...
- Oh, oh, n-n-n-n-no, no.
Jurati,
the cops are all over us.
Tell me that you have
the transporter up.
Yes. Yes, we're almost
good to go.
Not bad, huh?
I just walked right over...
Agnes! Agnes, focus.
No time to explain.
All right, I'm sending you
our coordinates.
Beam us there now.
Okay, uh, just a second.
Getting them.
Seven, can you buy us
some time?
Okay, now I'm gonna
ask you to do something
totally counterintuitive, okay?
I need you to hit the brakes.
What? The authorities
are right behind us.
Seven, trust me.
Oh...
Get out of the car!
Get out now!
1031.
Requesting backup at
Broadway.
All other units,
cordon off 11th Avenue.
1014. Copy that.
Barricading Olive and 12th.
Setting up a perimeter.
Sorry, guys, the transporter
still can't handle
moving targets.
Are you guys alive? Please,
please tell me you're alive.
We're alive, I think.
I got a lock on the bus's GPS.
Whoa. Rios is coming fast.
- So we hijack it.
- In broad daylight.
- Without butterflies.
- Without getting
ourselves killed.
Or Rios.
Or anyone else.
Exactly.
You're welcome.
Agnes?
I limited your access
again.
Agnes.
Agnes!
Well, donations are
done, which means so am I.
So long, old man.
Guinan, please. Wait.
- In three days...
- Future destroyed, I got it.
But I don't get involved.
- I listen.
- But you must know
something.
They sent me to you.
I am not your Watcher!
I hope you find
what you're looking for.
I'm not it.
My name is Jean-Luc Picard.
400 years from now,
you will be my oldest
and dearest friend.
Picard, huh?
Yes.
Shit.
Get in.
You're looking for a Supervisor,
otherwise known as a Watcher.
They're peppered
through the galaxy,
assigned to protect the
destiny of certain individuals.
Assigned by whom?
And what do you mean by destiny?
You know,
it's all kinds of vague.
They're not big
explainers.
They see themselves
as kind of guardian angels.
No humility problem
there.
Anyway, I-I can get you
a face-to-face.
Sort of.
Uh, what do you mean,
"sort of"?
Let's just say I suspect
she's very much gonna
want to meet you.
- Thank you.
- Oh, don't thank me yet.
Trust me, she's a pill.
Watchers can be pretty
defensive
when it comes
to their assignments.
Just be straight with her.
She's impatient
and has terrific aim.
All right.
If you lie or hide
something, she'll know.
Then you'll look bad,
and I'll look really bad.
If you aren't the real deal,
she'll probably bite
your eyelids off.
That's nice.
I took this off you.
Thought it was a weapon.
It beeped a couple times.
Thank you.
You better run.
- This is the Watcher?
- No.
Perhaps you didn't hear
me, Guinan. I'll say it again.
You have ten seconds to
get out of here before I lose
my very tenuous grip on
my need
to put my boot
through your face.
She means that.
See you someday.
This one is looking
for a Watcher.
I think you're gonna want
to hear what he has to say.
Guinan, don't leave
the Earth just yet.
I know you're done
with listening,
but you are not done
with humanity.
Change always comes
later than we think it should.
Follow me.
How much further?
Communicator.
I can read the signal, so don't
act like you haven't got it.
Without this, I'm
stranded.
I don't care.
Ugh. Keep it.
But pop the energy cell out
or we're done here.
Good.
Why are you doing this?
What is this pantomime?
In case you're being
followed.
Wh-Where are you
taking me?
To me, of course. The
real me.
This body, like the others,
is just a temporary host.
Surely, by now, it's obvious
that I'm not being followed.
Wait here.
Excuse me.
Are you a friend of
Guinan's?
Absolutely not.
Laris?
You can't do it.
And you know it.
Oh, sure, you played the
game for a while.
When nothing was at
stake.
When the only challenge
was fooling everybody
into thinking you had the
nerve.
But now it's real.
The fear is choking you.
Well, here's the truth.
You can't do it.
People are gonna die.
And now your fear, your
doubt,
is the loudest voice
in your head.
That's unexpected.
And most unfortunate.
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- What have you done?
- Show them a world
of their own making,
and they ask you
what you've done.
If we want to save the
future, then we have to
repair the past.
- Elnor!
If we fail here,
we fail Elnor and everyone
in our homeworld.
Laris, nothing has to change.
Move backward to go
forward.
Shatter to mend.
Admiral, I'm no longer
in command of this ship.
The past is now.
We're caught in Earth's gravity.
I can't stop her!
Give me nav control.
Where are you taking us?
- Home.
The queen says that there is
someone who can help us.
She called this individual
a "Watcher."
You're saying if we find them,
we can undo this nightmare?
It's probably some alien species
that doesn't belong here.
- It may not want to be
found.
- I'm coming for it.
- You can't bring that with
you.
- This?
Because we're 400 years
in the past.
You have to look out
for butterflies.
Don't draw attention
to yourself.
No hospitals, no
authorities,
- no security checkpoints.
- Ow.
- Hey!
- You're under arrest.
I might be able to use
the ship as an interface.
Absolutely not.
I-I just need to get in there,
fix her, and you can
pull me out before
I'm fully assimilated.
We fail without her.
I can see so much.
The Watcher. 15.
- Yeah.
- Don't.
Computer, dictate the file
from the Borg Queen.
3-4-dot-0...
- 4-8-8 North.
- Coordinates.
To find the Watcher.
But there's more, isn't there?
When it happens.
I can almost feel it.
You've impressed me.
♪
♪
Rios? Do you read me?
Raffi, do you copy?
Anybody?
Whoa.
What the hell happened
here?
Nothing good.
You sure his signal pinged from
here?
I know how to read a
tricorder.
Why did Rios need a hospital?
Rios?!
Rios?
Whoa, hey. Hey, I'm
sorry.
Look, we're closed.
If you need a doctor, there's
another clinic two blocks east.
No, we don't need
medical assistance.
We're looking for our friend.
Dark hair, scruffy.
Yeah, he was here.
The doctor patched him up
before ICE officers raided us.
They arrested them both.
I'm sorry. Look,
Teresa's a citizen. You know?
They'll probably just detain her
longer than they should but
eventually they throw her back.
You know those
assholes.
Yeah. I feel like I do.
But your friend--
I hope you find him soon.
Before ICE makes sure
you never do.
- Seven, Raffi, do you read me?
Do you copy?!
Rios, do you read me?
It was a long shot
the comms would work.
No relays.
- Let's...
just hope that they're not...
Dead?
Thank you, Doctor.
You know...
until the auto-repair
heats the ship,
why don't we find you somewhere
where we can light a fire.
What if someone spots
La Sirena?
The Confederation ships seem
to be equipped with upgrades.
- Computer,
engage cloaking device.
Oh, dear.
So Chateau Picard
is abandoned in this era.
Nearly a century at this point.
During the Second World War,
when the Nazis
occupied France,
they used this house
as a base of operations.
My ancestors
only survived by hiding in
the tunnels below.
Where'd they go?
England.
But the chateau remained
in the family.
Although there were various
caretakers keeping it up.
It'll be generations
before the Picards
reside here again.
♪
Maman!
Maman!
Maman.
You all right, mister?
Just...
having memories of...
things that have yet to
occur.
Maman.
Maman.
♪
Computer,
play "Non, je ne regrette
rien,"
second verse.
- Let's take a deep breath
and listen.
- ♪ Avec leurs trémolos ♪
- ♪ Balayé pour toujours ♪
- ♪ Je repars à zéro ♪
- ♪ Non ♪
- There.
- ♪ Rien de rien ♪
Fear's gone.
- You're safe now.
- ♪ Non ♪
- I'm here.
- ♪ Je ne regrette ♪
♪ Rien ♪
♪ Ni le bien ♪
♪ Qu'on m'a fait ♪
♪ Ni le mal ♪
♪ Tout ça m'est bien
égal... ♪
Where are you?
Uh...
lost in the past, I
suppose.
In more ways than one.
Agnes, we need to find out
what else the Borg Queen knows
about the break in the
timeline,
what else you stole
from her mind.
And I think you need rest.
Thinking is my rest.
Can't even comprehend
how relaxing calculus can be.
I will take your word for it.
My mother used to play
Édith Piaf
to me when I was young
to calm me down.
I can just imagine a little
Picard wandering around here
saying...
"Milk. Chocolate.
- Hot."
Let me guess, you were
the skinny kid with
the endless book collection.
That was me.
Oh, I need a drink.
Ah.
Agnes, what you need is rest.
Here we go.
Pinot noir.
You happen to have a
corkscrew on you?
Fascinating.
You moved 15 beads
on the abacus.
You chose the 15th
volume of the Britannica.
And a pinot noir.
1915.
Agnes, I think
that your marvelous mind
is trying to tell us something.
Look at you, Dixon Hill.
15. 15.
It must be the other piece
of information I took
from the Borg Queen's
mind.
The last thing you said
before I disconnected you--
when is the timeline
changing?
15 hours?
That's too nonspecific.
A date then.
Did the ship's
chronometer
ever show precisely when we
landed?
The 12th of April, 2024.
Which, if we're right,
would mean...
We have three days
before the future
is changed irrevocably.
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪ 35 years later
and nothing much has
changed ♪
♪ Those in charge
are living large ♪
♪ The rest are all
deranged ♪
♪ 'Cause I still hate you ♪
♪ Can't wait to
eviscerate you ♪
- ♪ 'Cause I ♪
- Hey.
♪ Still hate ♪
- ♪ All of you ♪
- Hey.
You mind stopping that
noise?
♪ The temperatures are
rising ♪
♪ The sea level as well ♪
Yeah, okay! Fine!
- I just like that song.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Sorry. Apologies.
We should have waited
in the other future.
Until we had a real plan,
instead of jumping back in time.
We didn't have a lot of
runways.
Whatever.
Raffi,
you lost someone.
We're getting him back.
And losing him was not
- your fault.
- Just...
The transporter
should be working.
You sure about this?
We need to figure out
what changes the timeline,
and we only have three days.
Considering the precious
little time we have
and that we haven't
been able to reach the others,
we must find the
Watcher.
If the queen is right,
the Watcher is the only
one who can help us.
I could come with you.
No. We need you here.
You must find a way
to boost the communications
and bring us home.
I'm counting on you, Agnes.
We all are.
Peachy.
Have you met me in a
pinch?
In fact, I have.
Now, let's see where
the queen's coordinates take me.
All right, mister.
I'm glad one of us
- is confident.
- Poor Agnes Jurati.
Doomed to be the
afterthought,
left behind again.
Not to me.
You're more than you let on
or that they can see.
Smart, cunning
and remarkably more cruel
than I could have predicted.
Bravo.
How am I cruel?
Fixing me
just to take what you need.
Leaving me up here
powerless yet now awake
- to feel it.
- All right.
Well, have a good night
plotting
or whatever it is
Borg Queens do.
You felt it, too.
Didn't you?
That thing for what we
Borg have so very many words:
assimilation.
Cooperation.
Connection.
♪
- Uh-huh ♪
- ♪ Mm-hmm ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
♪ I was lost ♪
♪ In a place ♪
♪ Where my soul felt no
desire ♪
♪ I was lost ♪
♪ And I thought I lost it
all ♪
♪ Here you are ♪
♪ In my place ♪
♪ And my heart is set on
fire ♪
- ♪ Here you are... ♪
No.
Put it back.
Bar's closed.
Guinan.
Yeah?
Want some advice?
March yourself back out
that door
and I won't have to have you
on my or Luna's conscience.
Luna?
Hey, Luna.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no.
Hey.
Hello, girl.
Stay.
Good girl.
My apologies.
Ten Forward is always open,
I thought.
If you're here to drink,
you're late.
You're here to loot,
you're early.
Today is closing day.
- Closing for...?
- Ever.
That's it. Out.
You're a lot older
than my usual thieves.
♪ So good... ♪
Haven't settled
into retirement yet?
Believe me, I am trying.
But it turns out that, uh,
afternoon naps and jigsaw
puzzles are not quite my speed.
Guinan,
I was told to come here.
And I believe--
I hope--
that you can help me.
I don't know you.
I don't want to know you.
- Yeah.
- And I don't help.
There is something
very important
that I have to tell you,
and you know
how valuable listening can be.
As an El-Aurian.
Who the hell are you,
old man?
Crystal Ball?
Is that, like,
a stage name or
something?
Cristobal.
He was arrested
along with a doctor.
- Can't you find him?
- Look around.
I got intake. I got overflow.
I got transfers waiting
to happen.
If they took your friend,
he ain't in the system yet.
Then where is he?
Processing. How should
I know?
Goddamn it!
You're law enforcement
for this city, right?
Why else would I be
here?
Listen, my friend was taken
by ICE officers.
You must know
something.
You can't just kidnap
people.
Okay, we're just going to back
away from your personal space
and wait over there.
You are doing a great
job.
Thank you
for serving the public.
I hate everything.
- But you hide it so well.
Piece of advice?
LAPD won't have ICE detainees
in their system.
You want Immigration and Customs
Enforcement.
- Look, you're in the wrong place.
Not that it makes
any difference,
'cause if you don't get
to...
Crystal Ball
before he's transferred,
gone.
No trial. No paper trail.
I pledge allegiance
to the flag...
You.
I need your Juan Hancock
on these transfer papers.
Got a bus seat
with your name on it.
Just sign it.
You eyeballing me,
asshole?
The hell is wrong with
you guys?
Slap on a badge,
put on a uniform,
you think you can treat people
this way? Show...
Let's go.
Why does the past hurt
so much?
Dislocate the other hand,
I'm gonna start charging.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Lunatic.
Why didn't you run?
I did. I just then...
also chose to run back.
Well, good job.
I'm still trying to work out
the brave-or-stupid conundrum.
If you figure it out,
can you give my late mother
a call?
Who are you, Cristobal?
I'm just a...
Good Samaritan
passing through.
Long as I've lived
on this planet,
I can count on one hand
number of times
I've been called...
El-Aurian.
Who are you?
Where are you from?
France.
No.
Not just France.
Anyone who comes around
knowing where I'm from,
they're not from anywhere
remotely around here.
Planetarily speaking.
You're a beautiful girl.
Good girl.
Huh.
She doesn't usually take
to strangers.
Because she knows
I'm not a threat.
Whatever, man.
Stay. Go.
I'm locking the doors for good
either way.
The fact that you're
leaving
at the moment that I find
you
proves to me that I have come
to the right place.
I was told I had three
days
to stop something
very... critical from
happening.
Good luck with that.
I was given coordinates.
- To this place.
To find a Watcher.
- I suspect
that I've already found
one.
- I-I'm not...
- Guinan?
Am I early?
Luna.
- Come on now, girl.
You go home
with your Uncle Dale.
He'll take good care of you.
- Come here, baby.
Come on, baby.
- This place is a pressure cooker.
- You know they're
actually killing the planet?
Truth is whatever you want
it to be.
Facts aren't even facts
anymore.
A few folks have
enough resources
to fix all the problems
for the rest, but they won't.
Because their greatest
fear is having less.
They got one tiny ball
in the entire galaxy,
and all this species
wants to do is fight.
I've given them long enough.
It's not too late.
It's not too late.
The problem isn't time.
It's not too
late.
It's not.
It's not time.
- It's you.
- It's you.
It's not too late.
- What you're experiencing,
it's because I'm repeating
to you now
words you will say back
to me in the future.
You told me about it once
many tomorrows ago.
It's-it's called "Af..."
- Af-something.
- Af-kelt.
Time sickness.
A uniquely El-Aurian condition
that occurs only when
the timeline has been affected.
Doesn't matter to me,
old man.
Once I leave, I'll be fine.
Distance offers no
protection from time.
This wrong must be
righted,
something which only
you
can help me do.
♪
- What are we doing?
- Finding Rios.
In the parking lot?
We need to find out
where they're disappearing
people like him.
So we follow the trail
of suffering like breadcrumbs.
Okay, just so I'm clear,
are you suggesting we steal
a vehicle from the same people
whose job it is
to prosecute theft?
We need a way to find Rios
and get back to fixing the timeline.
- See, my idea...
- Mm.
is to steal the computer
inside.
Better?
Not better. Not better.
Raffi, what the hell
happened to no phasers?
I have no idea
how this got here.
Okay, Raffi, right now,
your brains
are in your fists.
We're not doing Rios any good
if we're locked up with him.
You're not gonna get very far
without power, are you?
So you could do that, but
you couldn't unlock the door?
No, I could've,
but that was way more fun.
I thought that guy said
that Rios wouldn't be
in the same system.
Well, systems
in the 21st century are linked.
A little navigating,
and I give you...
Immigration and
Customs, baby.
What we want are
"Arrests."
We're looking
for a male Hispanic,
a female Hispanic.
My God. There are so
many.
What happened back
there?
Damn it, Raffi.
- Come on. Come on,
come on.
- No, I-I got it.
ICE intakes are routed
to a processing center
25 miles northwest of
here.
Musiker to Sirena. Do
you copy?
- Picard?
- I think we've established
that communicators
don't work at long distance
in this century.
Raffi, is that you?
Oh, I'm here.
Are you with Picard?
Picard?
No, we're going after Rios.
Rios isn't with you?
He's in a detention
facility in a place called Castaic.
- So things are going well.
- I'm sending you the coordinates.
We need help getting
there.
All right,
bringing transporter online.
Damn it.
The system's down again.
It dropped back
into self-repair mode.
I need some time.
We don't have time.
Where's Picard?
I don't know,
and I can't make contact,
even though I boosted
the communicators.
Okay. We're going after
Rios the old-fashioned way.
Here, put that on.
Just click it.
- You want me to drive?
- Well, you have a better idea?
- What? Oh.
You can pilot a starship
but you can't drive a...
All right.
You're doing great.
You're doing great.
Just-just e-easy does it.
- Easy does it.
Try to not draw
so much attention to us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Okay, well,
nobody's gonna notice that.
What? You wanted out,
we're out.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
One way, one way!
All units, be advised,
stolen police vehicle
headed north
on Adams Street.
I'm pretty sure we can't
reach Rios if we're roadkill.
All right...
give me a little slack here.
- This thing's an antique.
- Oh, you're kidding me.
Castaic's an hour away?
Jurati, give me some good news.
Shit. I'm working on it,
you guys, I swear.
Seven, just get around them.
Get around them.
- You think I'm not trying?
- The bus was faster.
All right, maybe you
should get back on it.
Uh, truck? Truck. Truck!
Just-just go back that way.
That way.
Okay, how about you drive and
I hold the map? How about that?
You know what?
You two really need
to work on your
communication.
It's the cornerstone
of every good...
Jurati.
- See? There you go.
- Now you're in sync.
Look,
just get the transporter up.
Even if you can't beam
us to Castaic,
we'll still need an exit
when we find Rios.
Seriously, guys,
I need more time.
- How much?
- Um-- I-- A day?
A day? We barely have
an hour.
Oh, Agnes.
Stand by. I might know
someone who can help.
So let me see if I got this.
You're from some redacted
years in the future,
but time's been altered.
So now one future is A-OK
and the other's hell on Earth.
- Yeah.
- And you can babble all
that,
but you can't even tell
me your name?
Well, if I say more,
I risk compromising your path.
Might've thought of that
before
you started harassing me
in my bar.
Oh, I'm sorry about that.
I-I had no choice.
Whatever you are watching over,
that y-you're about to abandon,
it is vital to the future
of humanity.
I'm no Watcher.
And humanity?
Humankind will change.
- You must be patient.
- You know who has
the luxury of patience
here?
Someone who looks like
you and not like me.
This world had more
potential than I had ever imagined.
Ah, this is great.
You can just set those
on the table. Thank you.
But the hatred here?
It never ends.
It just swaps clothes.
This century? It took off
a hood and put on a suit.
You say change is coming?
Well, it's too damn slow.
And the cost way too high.
And being forced
to watch it... hurts.
History's darkest
moments
can be a tipping point
for change.
There's still good here.
Trust me, it ain't tipping soon.
And I've been on this
planet
a lot longer than you.
Then why not a few
more days?
Stay.
Help me to understand what's
been changed in this timeline.
I didn't not sleep for six years
in med school
so I could watch
my neighbors die
because they're too
afraid to go to a hospital.
That's why you started
the clinic?
I started the clinic
'cause I'm a control freak.
Where I come from,
you'd be a hero.
Yeah? Where's that?
Do you even know
what's gonna happen to you?
No. Do you?
No. Not sure.
It's my second time.
I hate being in here.
I start out with a pretty
healthy fear of authority.
Clearly not when it gets
in the way of helping people.
Pure selfishness.
I need to be needed.
How's the hand?
You're good.
That the one who tased you?
Yep. Face like a Ferengi.
What the hell's a Ferengi?
Teresa Ramirez.
Paperwork came
through.
Uber's waiting.
- Look, I-I would like to help you...
- No, go on.
Go on. Please.
You've done enough
for me already, so thank
you.
If you ever need anything.
Aw, don't cry, Juan.
You're in luck.
I got you a seat on that bus.
I mean, unless, of course,
you've decided
to provide your name
and proof of citizenship.
All right.
My name is Cristobal Rios.
You can call me Chris, Rios.
Good either way.
Occupation?
Captain.
Of the USS Stargazer.
You wouldn't know it.
It's a starship
from the year 2400.
I'm on an ongoing mission
to explore strange new worlds,
seek out new life
and civilizations, but instead
I'm stuck back in a
particularly primitive past--
no offense--
trying to correct the timeline
so I can, you know...
With who, you ask?
A ragtag group of misfits
including one cybernetic queen
that I'm fairly certain
is just in it to wipe out
all of humanity
with her old cohort,
a crusty old admiral who,
if I understand it correctly,
is now a flesh and blood
robot.
I-I, you know, I can't be
sure,
'cause nobody
can explain it to me.
Uh, I think, uh,
t-take a right up here.
I just want to say,
I am not the worst driver
here.
- Well...
Wait, what does
a yellow light mean?
Go faster.
No, red means stop.
Red means stop. Red
means stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop,
stop!
Uh, can you stop?
If I kill somebody,
this is on you.
Well, maybe you could
try not aiming for them.
I think you're getting
the hang of it.
Hurry up. Keep moving.
Take a seat.
I'm sorry to say that the
end of the line's gonna be
the end of life as you
know it.
Adios, Captain.
Transport is set.
Agnes P. Jurati.
You've the quickened
flush of a woman
with much to ask
yet no time to ask it.
There are a number of
systems
that are still down
after our, uh...
Entwinement, shall we
say?
Some of the systems
are recalibrating too slowly.
Which systems concern
you the most? Propulsion?
Cloaking?
No, I-I know you were listening.
I need the transporters.
Cloaking doesn't matter
right now.
Says the woman who won't meet
my gaze for fear of being seen.
To be in plain view
and yet still unafraid,
there's great strength in
that.
Well, I'm sure it helps when
you have an army behind you.
It's how you get the army
to follow you, my dear,
how you teach the choir
to sing.
- Look, about the transporter...
- Don't politely demure yourself.
Convince me.
My friends are in trouble.
I really need the transporters
fully functioning,
and you can think faster
than I can type.
So, please, can I trust
you to help?
Beware the species that
has not yet purged that word.
They're simply begging
to be conquered.
"Help"?
"Trust."
It's a strange thing to say
to somebody
you're trying to get
to trust you.
Yet more believable than if
I told you that you could.
"Betrayal" is just an anagram
for "believe me."
That's not even...
God. Poetry, dear.
Flair.
You are like
the brightest peacock,
yet still so afraid to shine.
And that, dear Agnes, is why
you are so frequently alone.
You want to talk
about being alone?
Look at you. You're
disconnected from the hive.
You're trying to have
a slow conversation with me
just to have someone to
talk to.
If my friends crash
or get captured,
how chatty do you think
I'm gonna be then?
Help now and what do I
get?
Me.
I got a lot of your...
thoughts still swimming around
in my head after our, you know.
You hate being alone
just as much as I do.
So how about it?
You and I trade sad sack
stories
in between
pressing catastrophes.
Shit.
Rios's file just updated.
- He's being moved,
- What? Where?
Uh, it's to a "sanctuary
district" on the border?
Like he's being
disappeared.
- Raffi, if we lose him
now...
- I know, I know.
Damn it.
Hey, hang on. Okay, I
found him.
Uh, he's on ICE transfer
bus number 735.
GPS transponder says
he's on Highway 14...
- Oh, oh, n-n-n-n-no, no.
Jurati,
the cops are all over us.
Tell me that you have
the transporter up.
Yes. Yes, we're almost
good to go.
Not bad, huh?
I just walked right over...
Agnes! Agnes, focus.
No time to explain.
All right, I'm sending you
our coordinates.
Beam us there now.
Okay, uh, just a second.
Getting them.
Seven, can you buy us
some time?
Okay, now I'm gonna
ask you to do something
totally counterintuitive, okay?
I need you to hit the brakes.
What? The authorities
are right behind us.
Seven, trust me.
Oh...
Get out of the car!
Get out now!
1031.
Requesting backup at
Broadway.
All other units,
cordon off 11th Avenue.
1014. Copy that.
Barricading Olive and 12th.
Setting up a perimeter.
Sorry, guys, the transporter
still can't handle
moving targets.
Are you guys alive? Please,
please tell me you're alive.
We're alive, I think.
I got a lock on the bus's GPS.
Whoa. Rios is coming fast.
- So we hijack it.
- In broad daylight.
- Without butterflies.
- Without getting
ourselves killed.
Or Rios.
Or anyone else.
Exactly.
You're welcome.
Agnes?
I limited your access
again.
Agnes.
Agnes!
Well, donations are
done, which means so am I.
So long, old man.
Guinan, please. Wait.
- In three days...
- Future destroyed, I got it.
But I don't get involved.
- I listen.
- But you must know
something.
They sent me to you.
I am not your Watcher!
I hope you find
what you're looking for.
I'm not it.
My name is Jean-Luc Picard.
400 years from now,
you will be my oldest
and dearest friend.
Picard, huh?
Yes.
Shit.
Get in.
You're looking for a Supervisor,
otherwise known as a Watcher.
They're peppered
through the galaxy,
assigned to protect the
destiny of certain individuals.
Assigned by whom?
And what do you mean by destiny?
You know,
it's all kinds of vague.
They're not big
explainers.
They see themselves
as kind of guardian angels.
No humility problem
there.
Anyway, I-I can get you
a face-to-face.
Sort of.
Uh, what do you mean,
"sort of"?
Let's just say I suspect
she's very much gonna
want to meet you.
- Thank you.
- Oh, don't thank me yet.
Trust me, she's a pill.
Watchers can be pretty
defensive
when it comes
to their assignments.
Just be straight with her.
She's impatient
and has terrific aim.
All right.
If you lie or hide
something, she'll know.
Then you'll look bad,
and I'll look really bad.
If you aren't the real deal,
she'll probably bite
your eyelids off.
That's nice.
I took this off you.
Thought it was a weapon.
It beeped a couple times.
Thank you.
You better run.
- This is the Watcher?
- No.
Perhaps you didn't hear
me, Guinan. I'll say it again.
You have ten seconds to
get out of here before I lose
my very tenuous grip on
my need
to put my boot
through your face.
She means that.
See you someday.
This one is looking
for a Watcher.
I think you're gonna want
to hear what he has to say.
Guinan, don't leave
the Earth just yet.
I know you're done
with listening,
but you are not done
with humanity.
Change always comes
later than we think it should.
Follow me.
How much further?
Communicator.
I can read the signal, so don't
act like you haven't got it.
Without this, I'm
stranded.
I don't care.
Ugh. Keep it.
But pop the energy cell out
or we're done here.
Good.
Why are you doing this?
What is this pantomime?
In case you're being
followed.
Wh-Where are you
taking me?
To me, of course. The
real me.
This body, like the others,
is just a temporary host.
Surely, by now, it's obvious
that I'm not being followed.
Wait here.
Excuse me.
Are you a friend of
Guinan's?
Absolutely not.
Laris?
You can't do it.
And you know it.
Oh, sure, you played the
game for a while.
When nothing was at
stake.
When the only challenge
was fooling everybody
into thinking you had the
nerve.
But now it's real.
The fear is choking you.
Well, here's the truth.
You can't do it.
People are gonna die.
And now your fear, your
doubt,
is the loudest voice
in your head.
That's unexpected.
And most unfortunate.
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