Star Trek: Discovery (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Wolf Inside - full transcript

As the crew continues their guise, Burnham undergoes a merciless mission in hopes of helping the U.S.S. Discovery return home. Tilly works on restoring Stamets' neurofunction.


Previously
on Star Trek: Discovery...

This is not our universe.

We are in a parallel universe.

One governed
by the Terran Empire.

They're ruled by a faceless
emperor with absolute authority.

Most places and ships we know
from our universe exist here.

The same goes for people.

You mean,

we could literally meet
another version of ourselves?

Lieutenant Stamets
is non-responsive.

There's no way he can get back
into that reaction cube.

Contained for his own safety,

and his adrenals

are spiking uncontrollably.

Closing in on the cockpit.

It happened again.

The flashes of memory.
Worse this time.

It appears that the Klingons
have transformed you.

Into what?

You're not you.

We're not the first ship

from our universe
to find ourselves here.

USS Defiant. We find out
how it did make it over.

Could be our way home. Captain
Burnham will be returning

to the Shenzhou,

with me as bounty.

Whatever you do...

...whatever
this place makes you do...

[grunting and shouting

...whatever happens to you ...

...or me...

...however we change,

I am here to protect you.

Harrington to engineering.

I'm still working on that

electrical malfunction
on Deck 12.

Acknowledged.

Deck 11, section six
is reporting the same problem.

I think I've got them
both at operational.

Understood. Make sure
manual control is routed

to your emergency
operational systems.

Forest.

Hold on a minute.

Forest.

Forest.

Forest.

The forest is dark,

but I can see him
through the trees.

The trees.

The trees.

The trees.

I can't rest here.

Not really.

My eyes open,
but it's like waking

from the worst nightmare
I could imagine.

Even the light is different.

The cosmos has lost
its brilliance.

And everywhere I turn,
there's fear.

Captain.

I have come to perform
your daily ablutions.

What is your name?

A-A slave has no name.

It's been two days.

But they're already inside
my head.

Every moment is a test.

Can you bury your heart?

Can you hide your decency?

Can you continue to pretend
to be one of them?

Even as, little by little,

it kills the person
you really are.

You are all guilty of malicious
thoughts against your emperor.

By order of the sovereign
Terran Empire,

I hereby sentence
you to death.

Energizing.

I've continued to study their
ways, read all that I can.

It's getting easier to pass...

...which is exactly
what I feared the most.

You can never
be one of them.

We're all human here.

We all start out with the same
drives, the same needs.

Maybe none of us,
no matter what world we're from,

really know what darkness
is waiting

inside.

Thank you.

For this.

You remind me
of everything good...

...of what I want my world
to look like.

My first year at the Academy,
I was terrified of open space.

I could fly
anything, no sweat.

But I dreaded putting
on that suit.

Until I remembered the tether.

They're mandatory
the first few times

a cadet goes out
in an EV, and...

they link you back
to what you know.

What you love.

Help you stay strong even as
you're headed out into that...

terrifying abyss.

And that's you.

You're my tether.

You bring me back.

You did it before we were
stranded in this place,

and you're still
doing it now.

We're done here.

Go check on my prisoner.

This looks good, SARU.

I'm gonna call you SARU.

In honor of a respected friend.

Yes, Captain.

Incoming transmission
from the ISS Discovery.

Captain Tilly Sylvia.

Computer, accept transmission.

Is this a secure channel?

Low band, zero traffic.

I'm alone, Tilly.

I have Mr. SARU.

Hang in there, friend.

Is your status unchanged?

Yes, sir.

I've accessed
the classified files,

but the data's too massive
to decipher from here.

Terran firewall is impenetrable.

And I'm unable to transmit Intel
off-ship without being detected.

An oppressive regime
is by nature a fearful regime.

But I'm afraid
you must devise a workaround.

The data concerning the USS
Defiant's entry into this realm

is our last,
best hope

at forming our own plan
of escape.

So I take it
Lieutenant Stamets' condition

hasn't improved.

I'm afraid not.

I will find a way.

Oh, uh... one last question.

Immaterial to the mission.

My kind are few in our universe.

I had hoped...

Have you encountered
any Kelpiens on board?

No, I haven't, SARU.

I'm sorry.

No. Not at all.

It was merely
a personal curiosity.

Stay safe, Michael.

And be wary.

Culber was her friend
and colleague.

She deserves to know the truth.

The news that we are dealing
with an intravessel homicide

would distract Burnham
from her vital mission.

The circumstances surrounding
Dr. Culber's death

are difficult to process.

Even for me.

I hate seeing him like this.

If Lieutenant Stamets
killed Culber,

he may be a danger to all of us.

He only escaped because the
containment field was disabled.

Culber probably
lowered it himself.

Who could stand to see
the person they love in a cage?

Perhaps that was
his fatal error.

Stamets didn't kill anyone.

Are you suggesting
there's a murderer

running free on our ship?

No. I'm saying that this...

This is not Paul Stamets.

I've analyzed the scans
of his neurological function.

The hyperactivity of the
white matter within his brain

has increased at
an alarming rate.

It's redirected blood flow
almost exclusively

to the frontopolar cortex.

Rendering all other segments
of the brain

essentially nonfunctional.

This wasn't a murder.

This was an unfortunate
consequence

of an addled mind

trying to reach beyond
a cloud of confusion.

We are losing
him, Commander.

And fast.

The lieutenant's health
is in the hands

of our medical officers.

Medicine isn't working.

This is a spore issue,

which means no one
is more qualified

to treat him than I am.

Please?

Let me bring him back.

Incoming hail.

Captain Maddox
of the imperial flagship

seeks an audience.

Acknowledge.

Michael Burnham, in the flesh.

Then it's true.
The emperor will be pleased.

Not as pleased as I am
to have reclaimed what's mine.

I'm sure.

The emperor has a mission.

Your first dip
back into the fray.

I'm more than up
for the challenge.

Imperial intelligence
has uncovered

the location of the Fire Wolf.

The Klingon leader
of the resistance.

The one who's been marching
these witless

alien insurgents
to their inevitable deaths.

His base is located
on Harlak.

I'm sending you
the coordinates now.

Your mission is simple.

"Any exotic species
deemed a threat

"to the Imperial Supremacy

will be extinguished
without prejudice."

Kill them all.

The emperor commands it.

Tactical, prep photon torpedoes
for launch...

Do not anticipate me,
Number One.

Captain, we have our orders.

No.

I have my orders.

You've all grown soft
in my absence.

You think it was easy
tracking Lorca

to the edges of the galaxy,
bringing him back here alive?

We could kill the Fire Wolf
and his followers, and lay waste

to their operation from above,

or we could get our hands dirty.

Prep a landing party.

I'll infiltrate
the rebel base myself.

And return with the Intel
we need

to bury the resistance
once and for all.

You have to do it.
Give the order.

You have to wipe them out.

But I can't send hundreds
of rebels to their death

to save myself.

What about your crew...

the Federation... our universe

being massacred
by Klingons?

Sometimes the end justifies

terrible means.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

I fear that your suffering

has influenced your judgment.

I will find a way

to get what we need
to Discovery.

But in the meantime, lives are
hanging on my command,

here and at home...

and this rebellion
against the Terrans,

it's an unshakable union
of species.

Klingons, Vulcans,
Andorians, Tellarites...

it's the closest to a federation
this universe may ever see.

What's your point?

My point is that a Klingon

leads the alliance.

A Klingon.

They rally behind him.

If we can walk away
from this

with a means to successfully
negotiate with the Klingon race,

that's real hope for finding
peace at home.

Please, sir.

I no longer have my pips,

but I'm still Starfleet.

Don't force me to slaughter
this coalition of hope.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not seeing
things clearly.

But no landing party.

You insist that you and Tyler
beam down alone.

We can't risk our true
agenda being exposed.

Hurry back, please.

Navigation tech report

to the shuttle bay
for maintenance on Disco 1.

He called me "Captain."

I-I didn't think
much of it at first,

save that it had a pretty
sweet ring to it.

But then we came here,
into this universe,

where I am captain.

You hypothesized that

Mr. Stamets began
receiving glimpses

of this alternate plane

that preceded our
physical arrival.

Yes, um,

this scan represents

the Tardigrade's
neural activity

when he first came to us.

Do you see this?

Micropatterns in the
frontopolar cortex.

Some sort of undetermined and
seemingly ancillary activity.

Neurons firing nowhere.

Or so we thought, at the time.

This is Stamets today.

The micropatterns are
a symptom of mycelial travel,

but what we hadn't
considered then

was that they could also be

a neuronal link.

A kind of internal
transdimensional portal

to this universe.

Or, theoretically, any dimension

accessible via the network.

And now that segment
of the brain

is consuming all
of the organ's resources

to keep the portal open.

We need to restore function

to the entire brain, like this.

And what organism can
symbiotically contribute

to the health of its host?

Spores.

Stamets is inside the network.

In order to reclaim
his lost neural function,

we need to put the network
inside him.

Proceed, Cadet.

Think about this.

You're gonna
get yourself killed.

Better dead than
one of them.

Just follow my lead.

Energize.

The rebel encampment is
500 meters from this point.

Why can't we see anything?

Because they don't
want you to.

No, no, no.
To them, we're the enemy.

If we fire back,
it only confirms that.

They have us pinned down.

I have a plan, Tyler.

Hand me your phaser.

I seek an audience with the one
you call the Fire Wolf.

We come in peace.

Against the orders
of our emperor,

we come to deliver
a message.

A warning.

With me.

Active camouflage.

This is how the Fire Wolf
kept the base secret

for nearly two years.

You're the Fire Wolf?

We finally meet.

I am Voq.

Son of None.

My spies had told me
you were dead.

I must admit we
rejoiced at this news.

The old Michael
Burnham is dead.

I'm the new Michael Burnham.

The one who's
betraying her kind.

Risking her life to save you.

The new Michael Burnham?

Are you not the Butcher
of the Binary Stars?

There are two sides
to every battle.

With a single
savage order,

you executed thousands
of my kind,

establishing yourself
as the figurehead

of terror and cruelty.

Do you deny those actions?

I cannot.

But it is not who I want to be,
not anymore.

Then I am happy to relieve you
of your existence.

I understand your
urge to fight.

The only way that
you can see me...

...determine my
true intentions.

But I do swear to you,

every moment that we square off

wastes precious time.

The emperor has discovered
your location.

I had orders to
enter Harlak's orbit

and destroy your base.

Try it.

The resistance will
fight to the death.

I think we can help each other.

I want something from you,
and in return

I will save your followers

and ensure the longevity
of your resistance.

Your emperor would never
sanction such an act of mercy.

No. But my emperor
will be satisfied

when I strafe Harlak
with photon torpedoes

following the safe evacuation
of your people.

I cannot place their lives
in human hands,

not without
absolute certainty.

Bring out the prophet.

Master Sarek sees all.

His wisdom pierces minds.

If you truly come in peace,

he will find it
in your heart.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

You've proven that
you're as accomplished

as any Vulcan, which is
gonna serve you well

as long as you never forget

that you're human, too.

To the charge of mutiny,

how do you plead?

Guilty.

How can it be?

Sarek.

What do you see?

I see a world...

...bursting with potential

and a child molded by wisdom

and a seemingly impossible depth
of human compassion.

She means us no harm.

If the prophet deems
your motives to be pure,

then even I am not headstrong
enough to argue.

Prepare to evacuate.

Leave no trace for
prying Terran eyes.

Wait. I told you I wanted
something in return.

And you have earned that right.

You lead this group
of vastly different species.

A Klingon,

whose pride of honor

is eternally fused
with his identity

as a warrior,

stands side by side
with a Vulcan,

who cannot possibly comprehend

his need for aggressive
emotional expression.

And a willful Andorian

looks to you not
with hostility

but with allegiance.

I need to know how.

How have you come to compromise
and embrace each other?

The light of Kahless
guides me in all things.

But the light
of Kahless demands

that you honor the
ways of your race.

Yet here you are,

speaking in
a foreign language,

placing your faith
in the cultural customs

of others.

I am here. I have survived
only on the shoulders

of my comrades.

The humans
seek Klingon extinction.

They have denied us our rituals,
our language.

That is why I fight.

But Terrans will not stop

until all of their enemies
are destroyed.

And a Terran enemy
is a Klingon friend.

So you are united
by the common adversary?

But does that
union not contradict

your drive to defend
the Klingon honor at all costs?

Klingons stand together
and strong.

It is only with our
own houses in order

that we can begin
to invite others in.

Tyler, no!

Tyler, stop!

Who are you?

How do you speak our
forgotten tongue?

No, no.

So the darkness
of a Terran soul

can now suppress the powers
of a Vulcan mind-meld?

No.

My guard has attacked you
against my orders.

You dishonor yourselves

even in death.

No!

Wait!

I told you Captain Burnham
meant us no harm.

I stand by
that assessment.

Impossible.

Her man tried to assassinate

the Fire Wolf.

I do not claim to understand

the logic behind his motives,

but hers are pure.

She is an outsider.

Like us, she...

seeks escape from this world,

to reclaim hope,
equality, peace.

It is only
in sparing her life

that we, too,
will see the fight

of another day.

Tell me what needs to be done.

Then be gone.

You have one hour
to flee with your lives.

A ship waits
in Harlak's orbit.

But I do need to prove that
my mission here was successful.

Shukar!

The location of each of the
rebel listening stations

within this quadrant.

By the time your crew
have deciphered our code,

we will have rendered
the Intel inactionable.

Thank you

for your wisdom.

I will thank you
only after we reach safety.

Burnham to Shenzhou.

Two to transport.

Have it analyzed immediately.

It contains
the data we need

to bring the rebellion
to its knees.

Tell Tactical now is the time
to prep those torpedoes.

But I'll give the order
to fire weapons

at my discretion.

My apologies, Captain.

I'll be in quarters.

Tyler, you're with me.

The laser photon
emissions are comprised

entirely of exotic matter
found in the mycelial plane.

And when that
matter integrates

with Stamets' own
neural materials,

it should restore
his cognitive function.

A scientist saved
by his own specimens.

"The veins and muscles
of the universe."

Fungi are the only organism
with the biological aptitude

to link death with life.

His heart rate
is accelerating.

That is, uh,
an expected side effect.

That big brain of his
is doing some heavy lifting.

Okay, there.

The neural patterns
in the temporal lobe

are returning to baseline.

It's... it's working.

Remarkable.

Your comprehension
of the astromycology

behind Mr. Stamets'
findings is...

oh, I'm impressed.

Enough that you
will recommend me

for the Command
Training Program?

Enough that if we ever
find our way back

to a universe that has
a Command Training Program,

I will consider it.

Heart rate is dropping again.

He can't sustain this level
of exertion.

We're nearly there.

Come on, Stamets.
Come on, come on.

Redirecting
the brain's resources

has affected the autonomic
nervous system function.

This is your captain.

We need emergency medical
assistance in engineering.

No, no, no, no, I'm-I'm...

administering something
to restart his heart.

If we disengage him

from the network now,
we will lose him altogether.

We already have.

Please stand back.

Please, SARU.

O-Order them to stand down.

Computer, request emergency
reaction cube access.

Access granted.

Clear.

Again.

And again.

Tell me the truth.

Right now.

What is happening to you?

Michael, please.

I have had your back.

I've saved your life.

I've loved you.

You didn't just
jeopardize me.

You jeopardized our mission,

our entire crew
back on Discovery.

Captain warned us that
we'd be forced to do things,

things out of our nature
to survive.

No! We were surviving.

It was under control, and
this erratic behavior...

it's not because of
this new universe.

I saw it on board
the Klingon flagship.

Stop. Please, please, stop.

In the worker bee

when you could barely
complete a simple mission.

You said I was your tether.

Ash, I need one, too.

What are you hiding from me?

I feel something for L'Rell.

A reverence,
an allegiance.

Maybe an affection.

But when she speaks, I'm forced
to listen, and her words...

they tell me who I am.

She brainwashed you.

She wanted a spy aboard Discovery.

More than that.
More than just mind games.

More than torture!

There are masses of scar tissue

surrounding all of your organs.

They opened up your limbs.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're not you.

They reduced the Klingon
body to human.

I don't...

I don't think I'm Ash Tyler,
Starfleet lieutenant.

Not really, not anymore.

You're not making sense.

I feel him,
inside me.

His thoughts, his pain.

His rage.

Who...?

Who? Who?

I... I tried to shut her out
when L'Rell spoke the call.

I resisted
by thinking of you,

the one I want
to be human for.

The one I love.

I tried, Michael.

But then I saw him.

Face-to-face.

Down on that planet.

And I couldn't fight it anymore.

I remember now.

I remember it all.

We needed
to infiltrate your ship,

learn your secrets.

You were willing to betray your
captain to protect your people.

I sacrificed my body
and mind to protect mine.

I have the human's face,
but inside I remain Klingon.

Klingon?

I remain Voq.

Son of None.

The Torchbearer.

No.

You're Ash Tyler.

We're gonna get back
to Discovery.

Sit with Dr. Culber.

And he's gonna help you...

Dr. Culber saw past
this feeble body

into the heart and mind
of a warrior.

Which is why I killed him.

What?

A necessary casualty.

I need to contact Saru.

I don't want to use this.

I will.

You.

You killed my Lord.

Your "Lord"?

T'Kuvma was
a beacon.

A messiah to unite us,

deliver our race to dominance
over a submissive galaxy.

I bet the humans hail
your bravery.

Did they praise you,

after you martyred his name?

You've lost your mind.

You fought like a coward.

Scratched up my eyes.

But you could not
blind me to the truth.

I didn't testify to that.

It's you.

You were there.

On that bridge.

I remember.

I failed T'Kuvma that day.

I won't fail him again.

He made an attempt
on the captain's life.

Captain.

I'm fine.

Understood.

I'll alert the transporter room.

Officer Tyler's
swift execution

will send a valuable
message to the crew.

I know that you
valued his service,

but Terran law is binding.

Of course.

So ordered, Number One.

I'm so sorry.

I hope, wherever you are,

he's with you.

Hello, Paul.

Ready to get
to work?

I so hoped you would
find your way.

Attention, all personnel,

Shuttle Bay 2 is closed
until further notice.

Officer Ash Tyler,
you are guilty

of the attempted murder
of an imperial captain.

By order of the
sovereign Terran Empire,

I hereby sentence you to death.

Your prisoner, Captain.

You have anything
to say for yourself?

Wait.

This one dies by my own hand.

Have Lorca delivered
to my ready room.

I'd like to soothe the blow
of Mr. Tyler's betrayal

with a private interrogation.

She should have let me die.

With honor.

No. We are stranded

in a cruel, anarchic world.

But we are still Starfleet.

And we still live and die
by Federation law.

No matter how heinous
your crimes.

And if she had,

Burnham's mission
aboard the Shenzhou

would remain incomplete.

The Terran Empire's
classified data

on the USS Defiant.

Our key to finding a way home.

Lieutenant Ash Tyler.

As acting captain
of the USS Discovery,

I hereby remand you
to the brig to await tribunal.

We need to leave this place.

Not yet.

In time.

But my mission was successful.

And what if Commander Saru
can't isolate the data?

What if the route the Defiant
took is not available to us?

Where would we run to
if we were exposed

before the entire Terran fleet?

Look, I know
this is hard for you.

I know you'd...

come to care for... Tyler.

I don't think I can survive
this place alone.

You're not alone, Michael.

We will survive this place.

Together.

Captain, we're detecting

a massive power signature
within orbit.

It seems another vessel
is targeting Harlak.

The rebels haven't
completed their evacuation.

Grab Lorca.

Aye, Captain.

Who is it?

Why can't we see them?

Hail the commanding officer,

tell them to retreat.

Now!

Attempting to compensate
for electromagnetic distortion.

Impulse drive
is showing intermittent shorts.

Incoming transmission.

It's the emperor.

Captain Michael Burnham.

You've been away too long.

Though I can't say the same
for your prisoner.

I do not appreciate having to
warp my way across the quadrant

to clean up your untended mess.

When I give an order,

I do not expect to be ignored.

Don't you bow
before your emperor?

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