Star Trek: Discovery (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Episode #2.7 - full transcript
BURNHAM:
Personal log,
Commander Michael Burnham.
My mother taught me
the greatest mysteries
come in threes.
Birth, life, death.
The past,
the present and future.
That's where the Red Angel
isfrom.
We now have confirmation,
thanks to Mr. Saru.
The angel is humanoid
and wearing an exosuit
made of future technology
we've never seen.
But whose future?
And why?
The only person who may be able to answer these questions
is the one person
nobody can find.
two months before they appeared.
Which presumes the angel
shared them with him
for a damn good reason.
According to his cognitive
tests, he had a mental break.
So, either the
angel broke him
or chose him because
he was broken.
Well, I don't like
either option.
Maybe, uh, it showed him a
future he couldn't process.
We know that he ran
from the psychiatric unit
on Starbase 5.
And we know the shuttle
that he stole
disappeared somewhere
in the Mutara sector.
Any leads?
None.
But if the Federation
and Section 31
are still looking
for him...
I think we need
to find him first, sir.
I need permission
to go to Vulcan.
I haven't spoken to my mother
or father in some time.
Sarek's on the
Federation task force.
If he had any
information, wed know.
If he did, yes, we would.
My mother, on the other hand,
she hasn't always seen
eye-to-eye with him
when it comes to Spock.
You've already packed
your bag, haven't you?
Id never do that without
your permission, sir.
Take your leave, Commander.
Good luck, and hurry back to us.
Thank you, sir.
Where are you headed?
Were sticking around Kaminar
for a while longer.
The signal that appeared
with the Angel
left behind traces
of residual decay
that Starfleet's tasked us
with analyzing.
Hopefully, it'll tell us
when and where
in the future it came from.
Then, good luck
to you, too, Captain.
PIKE:
Status report, Mr. Saru.
The sensors have detected
the same spike
of tachyon particles
Admiral Cornwell's team recorded
after our expedition
to the asteroid.
Sir? Sir, these readings
cant be accurate.
5,000 parts
per cubic micron?
That's a lot.
Ah, outside
a supernova,
no ones ever recorded
densities at this level.
Its freaking amazing.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, sir.
You know how I get
around violations of causality.
Plus, you said that I shouldn't
curse when I was on duty.
What kind of power
source could generate
that amount of
tachyon particles?
Well, the technology may not
have been invented yet.
Lets determine more about
this possible power source
beyond "freaking amazing."
I am attempting to launch
a probe into the anomaly
that may help us determine where
in the future it came from.
But the extreme
tachyon interference
is disrupting
our targeting systems.
Well, lets get closer,
then, shall we?
Helm,
forward, one-quarter impulse.
Airiam, assist Mr. Saru
with analysis, please.
Wheres Burnham?
On personal leave.
Why wasn't I informed?
Because "personal"
means personal.
Captain, if Burnham's absence
is related
to Spock's disappearance,
you owe me an explanation.
I owe you?
Owe me.
Uh, Mr. Tyler,
the chair outranks the badge.
The comms are off-line, sir.
Tactical systems
have failed, too.
Talk to me, Owo.
OWOSEKUN:
Captain,
these readings don't
make any sense.
The computers seem caught
in some kind of loop.
SARU:
Computers do not do well
with temporal distortions,
if that is what
we are dealing with.
Oh, what the frick?
TYLER (echoing):
You owe me an explanation.
(echoing):
I owe you?
The chair outranks the badge.
Captain, dead ahead.
What am I looking at?
SARU:
It appears to be
a rift in
space-time, Captain.
Full reverse.
S-Sorry.
Systems back online.
Okay, lets not do that again.
Mr. Saru,
load your probe onto
a shuttle, Ill pilot it
close enough to target the
anomaly and launch from there.
SARU: Sir?
Test pilot
was my first assignment
in Starfleet.
I know
Discovery's
shuttles
better
than anyone else on board.
Well, I have no doubt, sir,
but you are vital personnel.
I'm also the most qualified.
Are you familiar with the term
"bad penny," Mr. Tyler?
Captain, you can keep me
in the dark about Burnham,
but not when it comes to
intelligence about these signals
or the Red Angel. I'm your
official liaison to Section 31.
You have to deal with me.
And what about
the Klingon inside you?
You are aware
the war is over, right?
My problem isn't
with Klingons.
You killed
a member of this crew.
At least
your shadow did-- Voq.
Sorry, but there's no way
to get rid of him, sir.
I know the feeling.
♪
♪
♪
(original
Star Trek
theme
plays)
VULCAN OFFICIAL:
Starfleet shuttle,
identify yourself.
This is
Commander Michael Burnham.
Requesting permission to land
at the residence
of Ambassador Sarek.
Is this official
Starfleet business?
I'm not here
as a Starfleet officer.
I'm here as his daughter.
Permission granted.
(thunder rumbling)
AMANDA (echoing):
My name is Amanda.
My name is Amanda.
Whats yours?
Michael.
BURNHAM (echoing):
Michael.
AMANDA:
Do you want to meet our son?
Do you want
to meet our son?
(laughs)
You are amused
by your own error?
Yeah.
That is... illogical.
Emotions confuse me.
Me, too.
(chuckles softly)
AMANDA:
I'm so glad
you're home, Michael.
BURNHAM:
Spock is still missing.
Mother, I need your help.
AMANDA:
Yes, we know.
Sarek's been like that
for hours.
From the moment
your father heard
that your brother
disappeared,
hes been practicingtokmar
every day.
I've never seen
tokmar
performed before.
Ancient Vulcans believed
it could bring
lost souls back home.
It isn't working.
I think its more than that.
Sarek has the most disciplined,
logical mind I know.
If it isn't working,
there has to be a reason.
I think you know what it is.
I haven't heard from him.
The longer hes on the run,
the harder it'll be for him.
Yes, I can see
the logic in that.
No matter how angry
you are with me,
you have to know
how much I love him.
Spock is my brother,
Ill protect him.
Even if I knew where he was...
there is no way
that I would ever
turn him in to be tried for
murders he did not commit.
Mother.
I have not seen him.
My whole life, you've
told me the truth.
That's how I know
you're lying.
If you know where he is,
let me help him.
You have to. You have
to let me help him.
(thunder rumbling)
Spock is not how
you remember him.
(indistinct comm transmission)
PIKE:
Shuttle 5 approaching
the anomaly.
Now at minute five, and still
no signs of temporal effects.
Ready to move us another
600 kilometers closer
and re-acclimate.
Like a diver rising
to the surface.
Don't want to get the
"time bends," sir.
Time bends. I like that.
Oh, everything sounds
cooler when you put
"time" in front of it.
Oh. Getting readings
off the rift-- time rift.
Transmitting to you now,
Discovery.
SARU:
Captain Pike,
when targeting the anomaly
with the probe, make sure
to avoid the aperture.
The sooner you can launch,
the better.
You are on the clock, sir.
PIKE:
Acknowledged, Mr. S...
Acknowledged...
(echoing):
Acknowledged, Mr. Saru.
Acknowledged, Mr. Saru...
BRYCE:
Vocal analysis shows
that all three
acknowledgments
are the same
transmission, sir.
Captain, you are experiencing
temporal distortions.
Do not proceed any closer.
Launch the probe
from your current position.
Thank you, Mr. Saru.
Registering full stop.
Entering coordinates
and launch sequence.
(Tyler screaming)
No!
Something wrong, sir?
Sir?
Launch the probe.
Captain, there's a temporal
shock-wave headed right at you.
PIKE:
Copy that.
Engaging evasive maneuvers.
Hold on.
(choppy):
Altering course for...
(continues indistinctly)
I've lost them in the time rift.
BRYCE:
I cant locate them anywhere.
No response on any channel.
No transponder reading
from the shuttle, either.
Mr. Rhys?
Do you detect any debris
from an explosion?
I cant see anything, sir.
The sensors are not responding.
If I move the
ship any closer,
the same thing could
happen to us, sir.
Officers, our mission has now
changed from research to rescue.
The captain and Tyler
are counting on us.
Owosekun, rectify our sensor
issues by accounting for
varying tachyon levels manually.
Rhys, continue studying
the anomaly.
We must understand the internal
dynamics of the phenomenon
in order to recognize
deviations.
Because those deviations
might be our missing shuttle.
Correct.
The radiation will be
lethal in five hours.
Do you really think well
be able to locate them?
Well, the question may not be
where they are, but when.
We must assume that time does
not move inside the anomaly
along a strictly linear course.
No, it jumbles it all up,
like a blender.
Which makes...
finding the captain
and Tyler... impossible.
For us, perhaps, but...
as we discovered when
Mr. Mudd attacked us,
Commander Stamets has a unique
relationship with time.
The tardigrade DNA
protects him
from the effects
of temporal distortions.
Perhaps he can see
something we cannot.
Yes, sir.
SPOCK (muttering):
Constructionism combines
the epistemological thesis
about what can be known
with a meta-philosophical view
on the nature
of philosophical questions.
Formal logic utilizes
plausible reasoning
and inductive methods
organized into subsystems.
The most important of these
systems is classical logic...
(continues muttering)
The most important of these
systems is classical logic...
Formal logic utilizes
plausible...
But even if their premises
are true...
All inductive arguments are
therefore deductively invalid.
The premises of an inductive
argument do not entail the truth
of the arguments conclusion.
In deductive logic,
the methods of reasoning
and the procedure for finding
evidence are investigated.
In deductive logic,
the methods of reasoning
and the procedure for finding
evidence are investigated.
Only if it is impossible
for the conclusion to be false
while the premises are all true.
(continues indistinctly)
Spock, its me.
(muttering)
SPOCK (muttering):
A deductive argument is one
that aims to show
its conclusions must be true.
(overlapping muttering)
(Spock laughing and muttering)
BURNHAM:
Spock.
Spock, can you hear me?
Spock.
To say that a logical
construction is valid
is to say that the premises
are true...
Its Michael.
A deductive argument is
one that aims to show
its conclusion must be true.
(Spock continues)
How long has he been like this?
Two days.
I couldn't go to Sarek.
He would weigh the needs
of the many against the...
(muttering)
We've got to get
him to a doctor.
...is classical logic.
Every avenue leaves a trail.
Mother, hes just repeating
the First Doctrines of Logic.
Hes trying to ground himself.
SPOCK:
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
(echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.
(echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
(echoing)
What are those numbers?
I don't know, I've
tried looking.
Are they coordinates?
Are they command codes?
Are they birthdays?
I don't know,
I've tried everything.
We have to get him
to a hospital.
You're not taking him anywhere.
Mother, if he were
a full-blooded Vulcan,
these emotions would have
driven him insane by now.
You cannot keep him here.
Spock came to me for help,
and I will never turn him in.
And under Federation
law, I don't have to.
Please.
Please don't do this.
As the wife of the
Vulcan ambassador,
I have the legal authority
to invoke diplomatic immunity
in order to shield my
son from extradition.
Unless the ambassador objects.
PIKE:
The sensors are useless.
You're wasting your time.
We need a fixed point to target
if were gonna navigate
by dead reckoning.
You telling me how to fly now?
Captain, I'm not the enemy here.
You got any experience
behind the stick?
Take it.
(alarm sounding)
Adjust heading to 1-90-mark-2.
That's the signal that
brought us to Kaminar.
How is this possible?
It disappeared before
Discovery
arrived.
Were being pulled back in time.
Or worse,
were traveling
through past, present,
and future all at once.
We could be together
for all eternity.
Unless the rift closes
while were still here.
In which case,
eternity might not last as long
as we think.
Wait. I have to assume
Discovery's
coming through
the anomaly for our flight path.
Release the plasma
from the nacelles.
Three bursts,
five minutes apart.
The thrusters will ignite
the fuel.
All due respect, sir,
we need this fuel.
That wasn't a suggestion,
Mr. Tyler.
Captain, every decision
you've made so far
is about your guilt
at sitting out the war.
You're trying to
prove your bravery
at the expense of our lives.
That's enough!
You will release the plasma, or
when we get back to the ship--
and we will get back
to the ship--
Ill throw you in the brig.
And then you can
think about guilt
while awaiting court-martial
for failing to follow
a direct order.
Do you understand,
Specialist Tyler?
Initiating plasma abort, sir.
The captain is lost?
How the hell did that happen?
Well, he and Tyler got
swept up in a time rift.
A time rift?
Whats a...?
Wait, are these radiation
levels accurate?
They ll reach lethal
exposure in four hours.
And Saru wants me to plot
the shuttles trajectory
by using the mycelial network
as a constant?
Well, since you have
Tardigrade DNA in your system,
it should be a piece
of cake for you.
Beyond the event horizon,
time exists
all at once, which makes
finding them like...
catching a grain of sand
in a hurricane,
using a pair of tweezers.
Hmm.
To say that a logical
construction is valid...
SAREK:
You lied to me, Amanda.
I assume you hid our son
in this sacred crypt
because it contains
katra stones,
which blocks any outside
telepathic link with him.
You assume correctly.
Your behavior was
impulsive and shortsighted.
AMANDA:
How dare you.
I accepted this life
because I love you.
And now Spock pays
the price...
...like he always has.
This is my worst fear.
Do you know that
I used to read
Alice
to Spock
when he was a little boy, before
Michael came into the house?
"...which way I ought
to go from here?
"That depends a good deal
on where you want to get to,"
said the Cat.
Do you know why
I read him that book?
Because Spock had
difficulties.
Human difficulties.
Learning, reading,
writing.
The Vulcans called it
Ltak Terai.
A temporary complication
remedied at the Learning Center.
No.
He had no support.
Nobody wanted to help
a half-Vulcan child
with a learning disability
he'd inherited from his mother.
And in order to
save our son,
I began to read him a story
about how to survive
when up is down
and left is right.
SAREK:
Your obsession with a book
about chaos has done a
disservice to our children.
They were the ones
who were on both sides
of the looking glass.
Not you, Sarek.
You never truly
respected humanity.
If that were true, I would
have married a Vulcan.
Would you have left Vulcan
for me?
No, you wouldn't.
I sacrificed everything
for our family.
That does not change
the fact that you have
harbored a fugitive,
which is a flagrant
abuse of my authority.
I don't live
under your authority.
I'm your wife
and I'm your partner.
Try again, husband.
SPOCK:
"But I don't want to
go among mad people,
"remarked Alice.
"Oh, you cant help that,
said the Cat.
"Were all mad.
(mouthing)
"I'm mad. You're mad.
"But how do you know I'm mad?
said Alice.
You must be, said the Cat."
He is regressing.
If Spock relinquishes all logic,
hes lost.
BURNHAM:
Father.
I believe this is connected
to the Red Angel.
Spock saw it.
And the seven signals,
before they appeared to us.
You hid this from me.
I wanted to find him first.
I was trying to save his life.
Amanda, you
are correct.
Spock needs help,
which is why
you
must deliver
him to Captain Leland.
Throwing him at the mercy
of Section 31
might be throwing him
to the wolves.
You want to deliver our son to
the people that are after him?
The sole reason they must be
after Spock is because his mind
contains answers the Federation
desperately needs.
Outside of this room,
no one is more
motivated to heal Spock
than Section 31.
And what are they gonna do
when they're done with him?
Lock him in jail
and throw away the key?
Not if he is innocent.
And there is another
logical reason
Michael must do this.
Your career
as a Starfleet officer
will be jeopardized once again
if you fail
to fulfill your duty.
SPOCK:
...view on the nature
of philosophical questions.
And I am not prepared
to lose both of our
children on the same day.
...the framework of this system,
the relation
of logical sequence is...
PIKE:
Status report, Mr. Tyler.
Plasma levels at 30%,
shields down to 23.
Were circling closer
to the aperture.
So you got what you came for.
Hows that?
Dire straits, high stakes.
Low probability
of surfacing.
And the bonus
of taking me down with you.
I am trying to get us
out of here.
Arguing with each other
isn't going to make it...
(grunts)
What is that?
Its our probe.
But somehow
it got an upgrade.
BURNHAM:
N-C-I-A-9-3, do you read?
I'm Commander Michael Burnham,
and my passenger,
Lieutenant Spock, requires
immediate medical attention.
MAN:
Alter course to 1-3-1-mark-7
and power down your thrusters.
SPOCK (echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.
GEORGIOU:
I'm impressed
you found Spock
before we did,
and that you used your
own mother to do it.
I would have enjoyed
manipulating mine like that.
If shed lived
a little longer.
Did you kill her?
Its a blur.
LELAND:
We've given Commander Spock
a sedative for this procedure.
Captain Leland, what is that?
It allows us to scan and repair
Spock's neural impulses.
Control wouldn't proceed
if there was any risk
to your brother.
Give us the room, please.
(door whooshes open)
That includes you.
(male voice speaks indistinctly
over P.A.)
(door whooshes shut)
(door whooshes open)
I hope Spock is innocent.
If he isn't, my gut tells me
he may not have been himself.
I know how painful
this is for you.
You need answers.
So do we.
We will find them together.
I made that promise
to Ambassador Sarek,
and I'm making you
the same promise.
Thank you, Captain.
Is there anything
you can tell us about
your brothers psychological
makeup that may help us?
(sighs)
Hes brilliant, curious.
When he was little, he seemed
to have fewer filters.
Everything reached him.
My mother said he
had a condition
called
Ltak Terai
as a child.
I've heard the term.
Its a spatial and order
dysphagia.
Much like dyslexia.
Pretty common on Earth.
Not so much on Vulcan.
I received permission
from Admiral Cornwell
to extend your leave.
However, our facilities
are classified.
Section 31 doesn't allow
non-assigned personnel
to stay on board.
Id rather not
leave him alone, sir.
You wont be.
Hell get the best care
the Federation has to offer.
We both need him
to get better, Burnham.
Look, were less than four hours
away from Starbase 23.
Spock will be with the doctors
until then, anyway.
Go ahead to the Starbase.
Get a bit of rest.
Listen, the best thing you can
do for your brother right now
is to take care
of yourself.
Hes gonna need you.
(door whooshes shut)
(whispering):
Spock, can you hear me?
(shuddering breaths)
Ltak Terai...
You must have been so lonely.
Knowing you, you made
something beautiful
out of those mirrored images.
(echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
SPOCK AND BURNHAM:
8-4-1-9-4-7.
7-4-9...
BURNHAM:
1-4-8.
The numbers are backwards.
The numbers
are backwards.
Sir, I found something.
Residual traces of three
deuterium plasma burns.
I think its the captain.
Well, why burn off valuable fuel
if you are being
pulled into a rift?
Its an old trick they taught us
in flight school
to alert search parties.
Figured its something a
former test pilot would do.
Well done, Mr. Rhys.
Send those positions
to Commander Stamets.
STAMETS:
I'm calculating
the shuttles trajectory.
Not in three-dimensional space,
but using
corresponding coordinates
within the mycelial network.
Well, my fourth-dimensional
math must be off.
This looks like
you just sprayed the monitor
with grated Parmesan.
This plasma burn looks
like it happened a week ago,
this one yesterday,
and the third one...
Eight minutes from now.
No, your math is spot-on.
Nonlinear temporal progression
is a mind bender.
Oh. That's not good.
Its drifting toward
the rifts aperture.
Well, why would it do that?
Well, the currents in there
work like water
swirling down a drain.
The temporal distortions
make spatial orientation
meaningless to the human brain.
Unless...
you have Tardigrade DNA.
Come on, Tilly.
PIKE:
Engaging external shielding.
Its trying to
find a way in.
Some of the metals
in this thing
don't even register
on the periodic chart.
And atomic decay measurements
indicate the probes core
has aged... 500 years.
(thumping)
So, what, it-it traveled
500 years in the future,
someone messed with it
and sent it back to us?
Yeah. But why?
(grunts)
(screaming)
Tyler!
(Tyler shouting in Klingon)
No!
Hold still.
(grunting)
Where are we going?
To the transporter room.
I need to be on that shuttle.
I can fly them out. Move!
Sorry, but calculating
transporter coordinates
from here onto a moving shuttle
inside of a temporal distortion?
It doesn't look distorted to
me, Tilly. Its just anomalous.
But if your
calculations are off
by even a fraction,
you will end up...
Very dead,
which is why you'll be running
the transporter on my mark.
Oh, man, I knew
you were gonna say that.
(door whooshes open)
No, w-w-wait, can-can
we just stop for a second
and think about this?
What if we send
the PADD over first
and see if it...
We don't have time.
In one minute,
the shuttle will leave
the triangulation zone
and well never
be able to find it again.
Right, but, no...
There must be another...
Tilly.
Trust the math.
More importantly,
trust yourself.
I wouldn't let just anyone
beam me in and out of time.
Okay.
(metallic trilling)
Captain.
Excuse me.
Stamets?
I'm actually here
ten minutes from now.
Admittedly confusing, but
don't worry, I'm gonna
get us out of here
by using the network
as a road map.
Mm. Oh.
Did it work?
Is Commander Stamets all right?
I've got the shuttle.
Its exiting the anomaly.
On screen.
What... is that?
STAMETS:
Discovery,
this is Stamets.
We've picked up a hitchhiker;
its a probe
but with a few
modifications.
And in addition
to it trying to kill us,
its accessing our
ships data core.
Yellow alert.
We have your,
uh, shuttle screens
mirrored here, sir-- whoa.
The probe is searching
our computers
at incredible speeds;
I will attempt to lock it out.
PIKE:
Well try on our end.
Grab the Fahrenheit tools.
Rhys, can you target
the probe
without destroying
the shuttle?
Not with your shields so low.
Can we beam them out?
They're too near the rift to get
a lock, sir.
Hold on, Ill move us
closer to
Discovery.
(power faltering)
Plasma's gone. Were in drift.
Its pulling us
back into the rift.
(grunts)
I've disabled
the cameras
for 60 seconds,
so listen closely.
Your instincts are
correct, Michael.
That machine is a
memory extractor.
It will destroy
your brothers mind.
Why should I believe you?
Leland is just a puppet
following orders.
And I didn't
think you'd want
your brothers
blood on your hands.
So you're telling me this out
of the goodness of your heart?
No, the goodness of yours.
I know so much more about
you than you can imagine.
But that's for
another time.
Right now,
you're going to attack me,
then rescue Spock,
which is good for you.
And that will make
Leland look bad,
which is good for me.
Ten seconds, Michael.
So, what will it...?
(grunts)
(coughs)
Trying to make it look good.
(coughs)
Not bad.
Once more, with feeling.
(grunting)
♪
SARU:
Captain Pike, we cannot get
a transporter lock
for you on our end,
and we will lose you
to the rift in 34 seconds.
Commander, can you calculate
the transporter coordinates
for
Discovery
remotely?
Uh... probably?
Great. Saru, I'm blowing
up the shuttle manually.
Engaging self-destruct sequence.
Better hurry with those
calculations, Mr. Stamets.
STAMETS:
Sending
transport coordinates now.
Coordinates received.
Standing by to transport.
Self-destruct activated.
STAMETS:
Owo! Beam us out.
Owo, beam us out!
Now, now, now, now,
now, now, now!
(Tyler screaming)
SARU (echoing):
Commander Airiam, are they safe?
Commander Airiam,
are they safe?
Commander Airiam?
They are securely on board.
FEMALE VOICE (over P.A.):
Attention, all personnel.
Security breach
in main shuttle bay.
Security breach
to the shuttle bay.
Standard detainment protocols
remain in...
(power surging)
Thank you, Mr. Saru.
Thank you, everyone, for, uh...
well, our lives.
Don't thank us yet, sir.
A shockwave from
the shuttle explosion
is about to hit us
with a... time tsunami.
That ones not as
cool as it sounds.
Detmer, maximum warp.
Get us out of here.
Aye, sir.
(sighs) Its good to be back
in the chair.
You should probably get that
checked out.
On QonoS, we wouldn't even
bother to bandage it.
You know...
if it wasn't for you,
that think would've
sliced me in two.
Just... instinct.
No, its more than that,
and I am grateful.
And, Mr. Tyler,
you may have been right
about why I, uh...
why I gave myself
the mission.
And a few others,
if I'm being honest.
Your plasma burn was
the right call, sir.
Like you said,
you were the most qualified.
Mr. Saru, have you analyzed
the probes attack
on our systems?
Well, analyzing, sir.
It will take us time to discover
what it was looking for.
That probe came from the future
and tried to kill us.
The Red Angel comes
from the future.
Captain, are you suggesting
it may share
the probes hostile intent?
Mr. Tyler has broached
that possibility before,
and today I think
he might have a point.
Whether the Red Angel is
here to end something
or start something,
one things for sure.
Were in the middle
of a fight for the future.
Always, Mr. Tyler.
We are always in a fight
for the future.
LELAND:
You let her go.
She overpowered me.
Check the cameras.
Where is she taking Spock?
They're family.
Maybe they're going
on a picnic.
Georgiou...
do not overestimate
your value here.
Who do you think
you're fooling, Leland?
You need me... to keep Burnham
from finding out the truth.
The truth?
You're responsible for
the death of her parents.
Mind your manners.
You're no longer
calling the shots.
MAN:
Sectors 0-1-4 and 0-1-5
report all clear.
Sensors are picking up elevated EM interference in 0-1-6.
WOMAN:
Clear, 0-1-6. Lets move on.
MAN:
Acknowledged.
COMPUTER:
Section 31 ships
beyond sensor range.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
Spock, can you hear me?
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
9-4-7.
Computer, search
database for matches
with the following numbers:
7-4-9-1-4-8, in that order.
COMPUTER:
Working.
Give me everything you have.
"Either the well was very deep,
"or she fell very slowly.
For she had plenty of time
as she went down..."
COMPUTER:
Working... working...
"...to wonder what was going
to happen next."
What are you trying
to say?
Talk to me.
COMPUTER:
Database match found.
One planetary system,
located at 7-4-9-mark-1-4-8.
Identification: Talos Four.
They were coordinates.
Computer, set course
for Talos Four.
Maximum warp.
(power surging)
Where are you taking us, Spock?
Captioning sponsored by
CBS
Personal log,
Commander Michael Burnham.
My mother taught me
the greatest mysteries
come in threes.
Birth, life, death.
The past,
the present and future.
That's where the Red Angel
isfrom.
We now have confirmation,
thanks to Mr. Saru.
The angel is humanoid
and wearing an exosuit
made of future technology
we've never seen.
But whose future?
And why?
The only person who may be able to answer these questions
is the one person
nobody can find.
two months before they appeared.
Which presumes the angel
shared them with him
for a damn good reason.
According to his cognitive
tests, he had a mental break.
So, either the
angel broke him
or chose him because
he was broken.
Well, I don't like
either option.
Maybe, uh, it showed him a
future he couldn't process.
We know that he ran
from the psychiatric unit
on Starbase 5.
And we know the shuttle
that he stole
disappeared somewhere
in the Mutara sector.
Any leads?
None.
But if the Federation
and Section 31
are still looking
for him...
I think we need
to find him first, sir.
I need permission
to go to Vulcan.
I haven't spoken to my mother
or father in some time.
Sarek's on the
Federation task force.
If he had any
information, wed know.
If he did, yes, we would.
My mother, on the other hand,
she hasn't always seen
eye-to-eye with him
when it comes to Spock.
You've already packed
your bag, haven't you?
Id never do that without
your permission, sir.
Take your leave, Commander.
Good luck, and hurry back to us.
Thank you, sir.
Where are you headed?
Were sticking around Kaminar
for a while longer.
The signal that appeared
with the Angel
left behind traces
of residual decay
that Starfleet's tasked us
with analyzing.
Hopefully, it'll tell us
when and where
in the future it came from.
Then, good luck
to you, too, Captain.
PIKE:
Status report, Mr. Saru.
The sensors have detected
the same spike
of tachyon particles
Admiral Cornwell's team recorded
after our expedition
to the asteroid.
Sir? Sir, these readings
cant be accurate.
5,000 parts
per cubic micron?
That's a lot.
Ah, outside
a supernova,
no ones ever recorded
densities at this level.
Its freaking amazing.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, sir.
You know how I get
around violations of causality.
Plus, you said that I shouldn't
curse when I was on duty.
What kind of power
source could generate
that amount of
tachyon particles?
Well, the technology may not
have been invented yet.
Lets determine more about
this possible power source
beyond "freaking amazing."
I am attempting to launch
a probe into the anomaly
that may help us determine where
in the future it came from.
But the extreme
tachyon interference
is disrupting
our targeting systems.
Well, lets get closer,
then, shall we?
Helm,
forward, one-quarter impulse.
Airiam, assist Mr. Saru
with analysis, please.
Wheres Burnham?
On personal leave.
Why wasn't I informed?
Because "personal"
means personal.
Captain, if Burnham's absence
is related
to Spock's disappearance,
you owe me an explanation.
I owe you?
Owe me.
Uh, Mr. Tyler,
the chair outranks the badge.
The comms are off-line, sir.
Tactical systems
have failed, too.
Talk to me, Owo.
OWOSEKUN:
Captain,
these readings don't
make any sense.
The computers seem caught
in some kind of loop.
SARU:
Computers do not do well
with temporal distortions,
if that is what
we are dealing with.
Oh, what the frick?
TYLER (echoing):
You owe me an explanation.
(echoing):
I owe you?
The chair outranks the badge.
Captain, dead ahead.
What am I looking at?
SARU:
It appears to be
a rift in
space-time, Captain.
Full reverse.
S-Sorry.
Systems back online.
Okay, lets not do that again.
Mr. Saru,
load your probe onto
a shuttle, Ill pilot it
close enough to target the
anomaly and launch from there.
SARU: Sir?
Test pilot
was my first assignment
in Starfleet.
I know
Discovery's
shuttles
better
than anyone else on board.
Well, I have no doubt, sir,
but you are vital personnel.
I'm also the most qualified.
Are you familiar with the term
"bad penny," Mr. Tyler?
Captain, you can keep me
in the dark about Burnham,
but not when it comes to
intelligence about these signals
or the Red Angel. I'm your
official liaison to Section 31.
You have to deal with me.
And what about
the Klingon inside you?
You are aware
the war is over, right?
My problem isn't
with Klingons.
You killed
a member of this crew.
At least
your shadow did-- Voq.
Sorry, but there's no way
to get rid of him, sir.
I know the feeling.
♪
♪
♪
(original
Star Trek
theme
plays)
VULCAN OFFICIAL:
Starfleet shuttle,
identify yourself.
This is
Commander Michael Burnham.
Requesting permission to land
at the residence
of Ambassador Sarek.
Is this official
Starfleet business?
I'm not here
as a Starfleet officer.
I'm here as his daughter.
Permission granted.
(thunder rumbling)
AMANDA (echoing):
My name is Amanda.
My name is Amanda.
Whats yours?
Michael.
BURNHAM (echoing):
Michael.
AMANDA:
Do you want to meet our son?
Do you want
to meet our son?
(laughs)
You are amused
by your own error?
Yeah.
That is... illogical.
Emotions confuse me.
Me, too.
(chuckles softly)
AMANDA:
I'm so glad
you're home, Michael.
BURNHAM:
Spock is still missing.
Mother, I need your help.
AMANDA:
Yes, we know.
Sarek's been like that
for hours.
From the moment
your father heard
that your brother
disappeared,
hes been practicingtokmar
every day.
I've never seen
tokmar
performed before.
Ancient Vulcans believed
it could bring
lost souls back home.
It isn't working.
I think its more than that.
Sarek has the most disciplined,
logical mind I know.
If it isn't working,
there has to be a reason.
I think you know what it is.
I haven't heard from him.
The longer hes on the run,
the harder it'll be for him.
Yes, I can see
the logic in that.
No matter how angry
you are with me,
you have to know
how much I love him.
Spock is my brother,
Ill protect him.
Even if I knew where he was...
there is no way
that I would ever
turn him in to be tried for
murders he did not commit.
Mother.
I have not seen him.
My whole life, you've
told me the truth.
That's how I know
you're lying.
If you know where he is,
let me help him.
You have to. You have
to let me help him.
(thunder rumbling)
Spock is not how
you remember him.
(indistinct comm transmission)
PIKE:
Shuttle 5 approaching
the anomaly.
Now at minute five, and still
no signs of temporal effects.
Ready to move us another
600 kilometers closer
and re-acclimate.
Like a diver rising
to the surface.
Don't want to get the
"time bends," sir.
Time bends. I like that.
Oh, everything sounds
cooler when you put
"time" in front of it.
Oh. Getting readings
off the rift-- time rift.
Transmitting to you now,
Discovery.
SARU:
Captain Pike,
when targeting the anomaly
with the probe, make sure
to avoid the aperture.
The sooner you can launch,
the better.
You are on the clock, sir.
PIKE:
Acknowledged, Mr. S...
Acknowledged...
(echoing):
Acknowledged, Mr. Saru.
Acknowledged, Mr. Saru...
BRYCE:
Vocal analysis shows
that all three
acknowledgments
are the same
transmission, sir.
Captain, you are experiencing
temporal distortions.
Do not proceed any closer.
Launch the probe
from your current position.
Thank you, Mr. Saru.
Registering full stop.
Entering coordinates
and launch sequence.
(Tyler screaming)
No!
Something wrong, sir?
Sir?
Launch the probe.
Captain, there's a temporal
shock-wave headed right at you.
PIKE:
Copy that.
Engaging evasive maneuvers.
Hold on.
(choppy):
Altering course for...
(continues indistinctly)
I've lost them in the time rift.
BRYCE:
I cant locate them anywhere.
No response on any channel.
No transponder reading
from the shuttle, either.
Mr. Rhys?
Do you detect any debris
from an explosion?
I cant see anything, sir.
The sensors are not responding.
If I move the
ship any closer,
the same thing could
happen to us, sir.
Officers, our mission has now
changed from research to rescue.
The captain and Tyler
are counting on us.
Owosekun, rectify our sensor
issues by accounting for
varying tachyon levels manually.
Rhys, continue studying
the anomaly.
We must understand the internal
dynamics of the phenomenon
in order to recognize
deviations.
Because those deviations
might be our missing shuttle.
Correct.
The radiation will be
lethal in five hours.
Do you really think well
be able to locate them?
Well, the question may not be
where they are, but when.
We must assume that time does
not move inside the anomaly
along a strictly linear course.
No, it jumbles it all up,
like a blender.
Which makes...
finding the captain
and Tyler... impossible.
For us, perhaps, but...
as we discovered when
Mr. Mudd attacked us,
Commander Stamets has a unique
relationship with time.
The tardigrade DNA
protects him
from the effects
of temporal distortions.
Perhaps he can see
something we cannot.
Yes, sir.
SPOCK (muttering):
Constructionism combines
the epistemological thesis
about what can be known
with a meta-philosophical view
on the nature
of philosophical questions.
Formal logic utilizes
plausible reasoning
and inductive methods
organized into subsystems.
The most important of these
systems is classical logic...
(continues muttering)
The most important of these
systems is classical logic...
Formal logic utilizes
plausible...
But even if their premises
are true...
All inductive arguments are
therefore deductively invalid.
The premises of an inductive
argument do not entail the truth
of the arguments conclusion.
In deductive logic,
the methods of reasoning
and the procedure for finding
evidence are investigated.
In deductive logic,
the methods of reasoning
and the procedure for finding
evidence are investigated.
Only if it is impossible
for the conclusion to be false
while the premises are all true.
(continues indistinctly)
Spock, its me.
(muttering)
SPOCK (muttering):
A deductive argument is one
that aims to show
its conclusions must be true.
(overlapping muttering)
(Spock laughing and muttering)
BURNHAM:
Spock.
Spock, can you hear me?
Spock.
To say that a logical
construction is valid
is to say that the premises
are true...
Its Michael.
A deductive argument is
one that aims to show
its conclusion must be true.
(Spock continues)
How long has he been like this?
Two days.
I couldn't go to Sarek.
He would weigh the needs
of the many against the...
(muttering)
We've got to get
him to a doctor.
...is classical logic.
Every avenue leaves a trail.
Mother, hes just repeating
the First Doctrines of Logic.
Hes trying to ground himself.
SPOCK:
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
(echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.
(echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
(echoing)
What are those numbers?
I don't know, I've
tried looking.
Are they coordinates?
Are they command codes?
Are they birthdays?
I don't know,
I've tried everything.
We have to get him
to a hospital.
You're not taking him anywhere.
Mother, if he were
a full-blooded Vulcan,
these emotions would have
driven him insane by now.
You cannot keep him here.
Spock came to me for help,
and I will never turn him in.
And under Federation
law, I don't have to.
Please.
Please don't do this.
As the wife of the
Vulcan ambassador,
I have the legal authority
to invoke diplomatic immunity
in order to shield my
son from extradition.
Unless the ambassador objects.
PIKE:
The sensors are useless.
You're wasting your time.
We need a fixed point to target
if were gonna navigate
by dead reckoning.
You telling me how to fly now?
Captain, I'm not the enemy here.
You got any experience
behind the stick?
Take it.
(alarm sounding)
Adjust heading to 1-90-mark-2.
That's the signal that
brought us to Kaminar.
How is this possible?
It disappeared before
Discovery
arrived.
Were being pulled back in time.
Or worse,
were traveling
through past, present,
and future all at once.
We could be together
for all eternity.
Unless the rift closes
while were still here.
In which case,
eternity might not last as long
as we think.
Wait. I have to assume
Discovery's
coming through
the anomaly for our flight path.
Release the plasma
from the nacelles.
Three bursts,
five minutes apart.
The thrusters will ignite
the fuel.
All due respect, sir,
we need this fuel.
That wasn't a suggestion,
Mr. Tyler.
Captain, every decision
you've made so far
is about your guilt
at sitting out the war.
You're trying to
prove your bravery
at the expense of our lives.
That's enough!
You will release the plasma, or
when we get back to the ship--
and we will get back
to the ship--
Ill throw you in the brig.
And then you can
think about guilt
while awaiting court-martial
for failing to follow
a direct order.
Do you understand,
Specialist Tyler?
Initiating plasma abort, sir.
The captain is lost?
How the hell did that happen?
Well, he and Tyler got
swept up in a time rift.
A time rift?
Whats a...?
Wait, are these radiation
levels accurate?
They ll reach lethal
exposure in four hours.
And Saru wants me to plot
the shuttles trajectory
by using the mycelial network
as a constant?
Well, since you have
Tardigrade DNA in your system,
it should be a piece
of cake for you.
Beyond the event horizon,
time exists
all at once, which makes
finding them like...
catching a grain of sand
in a hurricane,
using a pair of tweezers.
Hmm.
To say that a logical
construction is valid...
SAREK:
You lied to me, Amanda.
I assume you hid our son
in this sacred crypt
because it contains
katra stones,
which blocks any outside
telepathic link with him.
You assume correctly.
Your behavior was
impulsive and shortsighted.
AMANDA:
How dare you.
I accepted this life
because I love you.
And now Spock pays
the price...
...like he always has.
This is my worst fear.
Do you know that
I used to read
Alice
to Spock
when he was a little boy, before
Michael came into the house?
"...which way I ought
to go from here?
"That depends a good deal
on where you want to get to,"
said the Cat.
Do you know why
I read him that book?
Because Spock had
difficulties.
Human difficulties.
Learning, reading,
writing.
The Vulcans called it
Ltak Terai.
A temporary complication
remedied at the Learning Center.
No.
He had no support.
Nobody wanted to help
a half-Vulcan child
with a learning disability
he'd inherited from his mother.
And in order to
save our son,
I began to read him a story
about how to survive
when up is down
and left is right.
SAREK:
Your obsession with a book
about chaos has done a
disservice to our children.
They were the ones
who were on both sides
of the looking glass.
Not you, Sarek.
You never truly
respected humanity.
If that were true, I would
have married a Vulcan.
Would you have left Vulcan
for me?
No, you wouldn't.
I sacrificed everything
for our family.
That does not change
the fact that you have
harbored a fugitive,
which is a flagrant
abuse of my authority.
I don't live
under your authority.
I'm your wife
and I'm your partner.
Try again, husband.
SPOCK:
"But I don't want to
go among mad people,
"remarked Alice.
"Oh, you cant help that,
said the Cat.
"Were all mad.
(mouthing)
"I'm mad. You're mad.
"But how do you know I'm mad?
said Alice.
You must be, said the Cat."
He is regressing.
If Spock relinquishes all logic,
hes lost.
BURNHAM:
Father.
I believe this is connected
to the Red Angel.
Spock saw it.
And the seven signals,
before they appeared to us.
You hid this from me.
I wanted to find him first.
I was trying to save his life.
Amanda, you
are correct.
Spock needs help,
which is why
you
must deliver
him to Captain Leland.
Throwing him at the mercy
of Section 31
might be throwing him
to the wolves.
You want to deliver our son to
the people that are after him?
The sole reason they must be
after Spock is because his mind
contains answers the Federation
desperately needs.
Outside of this room,
no one is more
motivated to heal Spock
than Section 31.
And what are they gonna do
when they're done with him?
Lock him in jail
and throw away the key?
Not if he is innocent.
And there is another
logical reason
Michael must do this.
Your career
as a Starfleet officer
will be jeopardized once again
if you fail
to fulfill your duty.
SPOCK:
...view on the nature
of philosophical questions.
And I am not prepared
to lose both of our
children on the same day.
...the framework of this system,
the relation
of logical sequence is...
PIKE:
Status report, Mr. Tyler.
Plasma levels at 30%,
shields down to 23.
Were circling closer
to the aperture.
So you got what you came for.
Hows that?
Dire straits, high stakes.
Low probability
of surfacing.
And the bonus
of taking me down with you.
I am trying to get us
out of here.
Arguing with each other
isn't going to make it...
(grunts)
What is that?
Its our probe.
But somehow
it got an upgrade.
BURNHAM:
N-C-I-A-9-3, do you read?
I'm Commander Michael Burnham,
and my passenger,
Lieutenant Spock, requires
immediate medical attention.
MAN:
Alter course to 1-3-1-mark-7
and power down your thrusters.
SPOCK (echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.
GEORGIOU:
I'm impressed
you found Spock
before we did,
and that you used your
own mother to do it.
I would have enjoyed
manipulating mine like that.
If shed lived
a little longer.
Did you kill her?
Its a blur.
LELAND:
We've given Commander Spock
a sedative for this procedure.
Captain Leland, what is that?
It allows us to scan and repair
Spock's neural impulses.
Control wouldn't proceed
if there was any risk
to your brother.
Give us the room, please.
(door whooshes open)
That includes you.
(male voice speaks indistinctly
over P.A.)
(door whooshes shut)
(door whooshes open)
I hope Spock is innocent.
If he isn't, my gut tells me
he may not have been himself.
I know how painful
this is for you.
You need answers.
So do we.
We will find them together.
I made that promise
to Ambassador Sarek,
and I'm making you
the same promise.
Thank you, Captain.
Is there anything
you can tell us about
your brothers psychological
makeup that may help us?
(sighs)
Hes brilliant, curious.
When he was little, he seemed
to have fewer filters.
Everything reached him.
My mother said he
had a condition
called
Ltak Terai
as a child.
I've heard the term.
Its a spatial and order
dysphagia.
Much like dyslexia.
Pretty common on Earth.
Not so much on Vulcan.
I received permission
from Admiral Cornwell
to extend your leave.
However, our facilities
are classified.
Section 31 doesn't allow
non-assigned personnel
to stay on board.
Id rather not
leave him alone, sir.
You wont be.
Hell get the best care
the Federation has to offer.
We both need him
to get better, Burnham.
Look, were less than four hours
away from Starbase 23.
Spock will be with the doctors
until then, anyway.
Go ahead to the Starbase.
Get a bit of rest.
Listen, the best thing you can
do for your brother right now
is to take care
of yourself.
Hes gonna need you.
(door whooshes shut)
(whispering):
Spock, can you hear me?
(shuddering breaths)
Ltak Terai...
You must have been so lonely.
Knowing you, you made
something beautiful
out of those mirrored images.
(echoing):
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
SPOCK AND BURNHAM:
8-4-1-9-4-7.
7-4-9...
BURNHAM:
1-4-8.
The numbers are backwards.
The numbers
are backwards.
Sir, I found something.
Residual traces of three
deuterium plasma burns.
I think its the captain.
Well, why burn off valuable fuel
if you are being
pulled into a rift?
Its an old trick they taught us
in flight school
to alert search parties.
Figured its something a
former test pilot would do.
Well done, Mr. Rhys.
Send those positions
to Commander Stamets.
STAMETS:
I'm calculating
the shuttles trajectory.
Not in three-dimensional space,
but using
corresponding coordinates
within the mycelial network.
Well, my fourth-dimensional
math must be off.
This looks like
you just sprayed the monitor
with grated Parmesan.
This plasma burn looks
like it happened a week ago,
this one yesterday,
and the third one...
Eight minutes from now.
No, your math is spot-on.
Nonlinear temporal progression
is a mind bender.
Oh. That's not good.
Its drifting toward
the rifts aperture.
Well, why would it do that?
Well, the currents in there
work like water
swirling down a drain.
The temporal distortions
make spatial orientation
meaningless to the human brain.
Unless...
you have Tardigrade DNA.
Come on, Tilly.
PIKE:
Engaging external shielding.
Its trying to
find a way in.
Some of the metals
in this thing
don't even register
on the periodic chart.
And atomic decay measurements
indicate the probes core
has aged... 500 years.
(thumping)
So, what, it-it traveled
500 years in the future,
someone messed with it
and sent it back to us?
Yeah. But why?
(grunts)
(screaming)
Tyler!
(Tyler shouting in Klingon)
No!
Hold still.
(grunting)
Where are we going?
To the transporter room.
I need to be on that shuttle.
I can fly them out. Move!
Sorry, but calculating
transporter coordinates
from here onto a moving shuttle
inside of a temporal distortion?
It doesn't look distorted to
me, Tilly. Its just anomalous.
But if your
calculations are off
by even a fraction,
you will end up...
Very dead,
which is why you'll be running
the transporter on my mark.
Oh, man, I knew
you were gonna say that.
(door whooshes open)
No, w-w-wait, can-can
we just stop for a second
and think about this?
What if we send
the PADD over first
and see if it...
We don't have time.
In one minute,
the shuttle will leave
the triangulation zone
and well never
be able to find it again.
Right, but, no...
There must be another...
Tilly.
Trust the math.
More importantly,
trust yourself.
I wouldn't let just anyone
beam me in and out of time.
Okay.
(metallic trilling)
Captain.
Excuse me.
Stamets?
I'm actually here
ten minutes from now.
Admittedly confusing, but
don't worry, I'm gonna
get us out of here
by using the network
as a road map.
Mm. Oh.
Did it work?
Is Commander Stamets all right?
I've got the shuttle.
Its exiting the anomaly.
On screen.
What... is that?
STAMETS:
Discovery,
this is Stamets.
We've picked up a hitchhiker;
its a probe
but with a few
modifications.
And in addition
to it trying to kill us,
its accessing our
ships data core.
Yellow alert.
We have your,
uh, shuttle screens
mirrored here, sir-- whoa.
The probe is searching
our computers
at incredible speeds;
I will attempt to lock it out.
PIKE:
Well try on our end.
Grab the Fahrenheit tools.
Rhys, can you target
the probe
without destroying
the shuttle?
Not with your shields so low.
Can we beam them out?
They're too near the rift to get
a lock, sir.
Hold on, Ill move us
closer to
Discovery.
(power faltering)
Plasma's gone. Were in drift.
Its pulling us
back into the rift.
(grunts)
I've disabled
the cameras
for 60 seconds,
so listen closely.
Your instincts are
correct, Michael.
That machine is a
memory extractor.
It will destroy
your brothers mind.
Why should I believe you?
Leland is just a puppet
following orders.
And I didn't
think you'd want
your brothers
blood on your hands.
So you're telling me this out
of the goodness of your heart?
No, the goodness of yours.
I know so much more about
you than you can imagine.
But that's for
another time.
Right now,
you're going to attack me,
then rescue Spock,
which is good for you.
And that will make
Leland look bad,
which is good for me.
Ten seconds, Michael.
So, what will it...?
(grunts)
(coughs)
Trying to make it look good.
(coughs)
Not bad.
Once more, with feeling.
(grunting)
♪
SARU:
Captain Pike, we cannot get
a transporter lock
for you on our end,
and we will lose you
to the rift in 34 seconds.
Commander, can you calculate
the transporter coordinates
for
Discovery
remotely?
Uh... probably?
Great. Saru, I'm blowing
up the shuttle manually.
Engaging self-destruct sequence.
Better hurry with those
calculations, Mr. Stamets.
STAMETS:
Sending
transport coordinates now.
Coordinates received.
Standing by to transport.
Self-destruct activated.
STAMETS:
Owo! Beam us out.
Owo, beam us out!
Now, now, now, now,
now, now, now!
(Tyler screaming)
SARU (echoing):
Commander Airiam, are they safe?
Commander Airiam,
are they safe?
Commander Airiam?
They are securely on board.
FEMALE VOICE (over P.A.):
Attention, all personnel.
Security breach
in main shuttle bay.
Security breach
to the shuttle bay.
Standard detainment protocols
remain in...
(power surging)
Thank you, Mr. Saru.
Thank you, everyone, for, uh...
well, our lives.
Don't thank us yet, sir.
A shockwave from
the shuttle explosion
is about to hit us
with a... time tsunami.
That ones not as
cool as it sounds.
Detmer, maximum warp.
Get us out of here.
Aye, sir.
(sighs) Its good to be back
in the chair.
You should probably get that
checked out.
On QonoS, we wouldn't even
bother to bandage it.
You know...
if it wasn't for you,
that think would've
sliced me in two.
Just... instinct.
No, its more than that,
and I am grateful.
And, Mr. Tyler,
you may have been right
about why I, uh...
why I gave myself
the mission.
And a few others,
if I'm being honest.
Your plasma burn was
the right call, sir.
Like you said,
you were the most qualified.
Mr. Saru, have you analyzed
the probes attack
on our systems?
Well, analyzing, sir.
It will take us time to discover
what it was looking for.
That probe came from the future
and tried to kill us.
The Red Angel comes
from the future.
Captain, are you suggesting
it may share
the probes hostile intent?
Mr. Tyler has broached
that possibility before,
and today I think
he might have a point.
Whether the Red Angel is
here to end something
or start something,
one things for sure.
Were in the middle
of a fight for the future.
Always, Mr. Tyler.
We are always in a fight
for the future.
LELAND:
You let her go.
She overpowered me.
Check the cameras.
Where is she taking Spock?
They're family.
Maybe they're going
on a picnic.
Georgiou...
do not overestimate
your value here.
Who do you think
you're fooling, Leland?
You need me... to keep Burnham
from finding out the truth.
The truth?
You're responsible for
the death of her parents.
Mind your manners.
You're no longer
calling the shots.
MAN:
Sectors 0-1-4 and 0-1-5
report all clear.
Sensors are picking up elevated EM interference in 0-1-6.
WOMAN:
Clear, 0-1-6. Lets move on.
MAN:
Acknowledged.
COMPUTER:
Section 31 ships
beyond sensor range.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
Spock, can you hear me?
8-4-1-9-4-7.
8-4-1-9-4-7.
9-4-7.
Computer, search
database for matches
with the following numbers:
7-4-9-1-4-8, in that order.
COMPUTER:
Working.
Give me everything you have.
"Either the well was very deep,
"or she fell very slowly.
For she had plenty of time
as she went down..."
COMPUTER:
Working... working...
"...to wonder what was going
to happen next."
What are you trying
to say?
Talk to me.
COMPUTER:
Database match found.
One planetary system,
located at 7-4-9-mark-1-4-8.
Identification: Talos Four.
They were coordinates.
Computer, set course
for Talos Four.
Maximum warp.
(power surging)
Where are you taking us, Spock?
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