Star Trek: Discovery (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - The Sanctuary - full transcript
Previously
on Star Trek: Discovery...
Osyraa and the Chain
have been pushing hard lately.
Osyraa breaks people.
Ryn, the Andorian, he was born
into the Emerald Chain.
He tried to rally the people
against them.
People were beginning to listen,
so she hacked off his antennae.
So, who put you in charge?
I'm Osyraa's nephew.
Lieutenant Detmer,
get us over there.
- You did great.
- Closer call than it should have been.
I would like you to serve
as my acting first officer
until I find
a permanent replacement.
You're talking to yourself.
I was talking to my boyfriend,
Gray.
He says he likes you.
We found
significant new evidence
related to the cause
of the Burn.
SB-19 can help us with that.
I will convene a Quorum.
It's the only way
we'll have a chance
at that data.
This could help us
solve the Burn.
How long has this
been happening?
Couple of weeks.
And it's getting more severe.
You're not alone.
We'll get through this.
Where I'm from,
the emperor's
personal physicians
were buried with them
when they died.
It incentivized loyalty.
Are you gonna answer
my question?
When did you first experience
one of these blackouts?
I don't need your help.
Your condition is serious.
But since you don't want
to cooperate,
you can determine if the root
is physiological,
psychological, temporal
or interdimensional on your own
and get back to me.
- You don't scare me, human.
- I don't need to.
You're already terrified.
I realize...
...you see yourself
as the Grand Hero,
Oracle of the Mess Hall,
Savior Man to this ship...
Well, I'm not interested.
The early stages
of brain dysfunction
will feel manageable.
"What was I just doing?
Where did I bury
that last body?"
But eventually,
if we don't intervene,
you won't recognize
the faces around you.
You won't even recognize
yourself.
You'll end your days howling
at the reflection in the mirror.
A living death.
That's not what I want for you.
If I had time,
I'd poison your children.
If I had time,
I'd have children.
Now, do you want my help or not?
For such a warm
and fuzzy human,
you've got very cold hands.
He's just getting
your baselines.
More than that, actually.
The scan will deconstruct your
entire body system by system.
Once we can see what's happening
on an atomic level,
hopefully we'll have a road map
for a cure.
930 years
of medical advancement,
and you still need
fancy equipment
to deconstruct me?
I could deconstruct
the both of you
with a snappy insult
and a withering glance.
Congratulations.
Your mother must be very proud.
- I killed her.
- "I killed her." No, you did not, by the way.
Listen,
we're gonna figure this out.
I'm not leaving until we do.
Her heart rate is elevated.
It's rage.
Why don't I, uh, check in later.
Don't bother.
I'll call for you
if you're needed.
She won't be.
Security briefing on Deck 7...
Hey.
- Hey.
- Sorry.
- I'm glad I found you.
- What is it?
I have to go home.
- Home?
- Kwejian.
- Home home.
- Look, my brother Kyheem
got a message to me
through the courier network.
I have to go. Come with me?
Hold on.
It's Osyraa
and the Emerald Chain.
He's been dealing with them
for 15 years.
Haven't heard from him once.
It must be bad.
Kwejian is two weeks away
at full warp.
- Okay.
- And we have less than a 50% chance
of surviving
the transwarp tunnel.
She's gonna destroy my planet.
Then we're going to
need some help.
When the Burn hit,
damage to subspace
shifted our moon's orbit,
causing tidal changes.
Sea locusts
came out of the ocean
and ate our harvest.
Millions were starving.
- Then the Chain came along.
- And let me guess.
They are the solution
to all your problems.
They offered us a...
well, I guess
you'd call it a repellent.
Assured us it was a humane way
to get them
back into the sea.
It saved our harvest.
But we had to give them
our tranceworms in exchange.
Now Osyraa's back.
- Any idea why?
- I don't know.
You don't seem surprised, sir.
The Chain's turned
Prime Directive violations
into an art form.
They make reckless contact
with prewarp civilizations
that have something they want.
Right now,
I'm tracking 50 star systems
in the same predicament.
Most, if not all,
are bound to collapse.
Then must we not intercede?
I don't have the ships to spare,
and I'm not risking
your spore drive.
All I need is transport.
My brother will know
what Osyraa wants.
And what if she wants
something you can't give?
It's not just Osyraa,
and it's not just this quadrant.
We have to do something.
I propose we go in
under the technical designation
of observers.
If Osyraa feels the presence
of the Federation,
she may be inclined to pursue
a more diplomatic approach.
You will take
a defensive posture
and jump away
at the slightest indication
that Discovery is in danger.
- Aye, sir.
- Keep your eyes open, Captain.
I'm not betting on diplomacy.
You have no idea
what Osyraa is capable of.
All my workers ran off.
I did everything
I knew how to do,
Aunt Osyraa.
I hope you believe me.
I don't.
You lost Ryn.
Ryn?
Oh, right.
The Andorian.
He left with a courier
- named Cleveland Booker.
- Cleveland Booker.
You already know?
Of course I do.
Oh, Tolor.
You know, when I first
took you in as a child,
I was...
having complicated feelings
about the death of your father.
Well, you did what you had to do
to keep control
of the mercantile exchanges.
I have always understood.
Tolor,
I know you did.
You're so much like him.
Auntie?
They'll mesmerize you,
and you won't feel a thing.
I promise.
What?
No.
No!
- Aunt Osyraa, no, please.
- Don't be childish.
This is why they call them
tranceworms.
Please, Aunt Osyraa.
No.
No!
Commander Burnham and Mr. Booker
are preparing
for a jump to Kwejian.
What do we have in the meantime?
Uh, Mr. Ryn, a refugee
from the salvage planet,
is awake and requesting
to speak with you.
Let's schedule it.
And... what about Linus?
Oh, he's been escorted
to quarters
and instructed not to return
to the mess hall
until his annual shed
is complete.
And where are we on the, uh...
ongoing matter?
So far,
we have narrowed it down to...
...to "execute,"
"hit it" and "manifest."
"Manifest"?
Nobody likes that one.
- "Hit it" was Captain Pike's.
- Yeah, but you could
put your own spin on it, like...
"Hit it?!"
I will take it under advisement.
Oh, and, um, Commander Stamets
has, uh, requested
to report on their analysis
of the Ni'Var data.
He says they have something.
Well, hit it, then.
Uh...
Right.
Here.
We combined the data from Ni'Var
with the data
from Commander Burnham's
black boxes.
This is where the Burn started.
The Verubin Nebula.
Unusually intense radiation.
Highly unstable
electromagnetic fields.
Okay.
So we have a point of origin.
There's more. There's a signal
coming from the center
of the nebula.
And we weren't sure at first,
but it's deliberate.
Something or someone
is definitely sending it.
The signal frequencies are
in the audio range. Um...
It's been distorted
by magnetic interference, but...
Well, uh, it...
It sounds like music.
Where...
I've heard this before.
The Barzans.
On the seed vault ship,
the mother
was humming it to her child.
And Gray used to play
the same thing on the cello.
That's weird.
Scientifically speaking.
The computer has detected
a recurrence
of these precise combinations
of tones
since we arrived in the future.
Just the nebula, please.
A little louder.
What is
the lowest known frequency
traveling through that nebula?
That would be radio wave...
J.A.G. 380725A,
coming
from a nearby neutron star
at 5.75 kilohertz.
I get it. You want to model
the effects of the distortion
in order to isolate
the original signal.
There.
This is it
without the distortion.
That's a Federation
distress signal.
There's a ship lost in there.
A distress signal must include
an encoded message of some kind.
Adira can write an algorithm
that can find and decode it.
- How long will that take?
- Not more than a few hours.
She's pretty fast.
Update me
the moment you have something,
Commander.
Of course.
They're fast.
Hmm?
Um, "they."
Not... not "she."
I've never felt like a "she"
or-or a "her," so...
I would prefer "they" or "them"
from now on.
Okay.
Um, and I've
never told anyone but Gray.
How is it that an hour ago
I didn't know you had a brother?
It's not biological.
"Brother" is something
we said, we felt.
But after...
well...
it became impossible.
After what?
Kyheem started hunting
tranceworms for the Chain.
Think you can fix things
with him?
Kwejian is starving.
He's not my priority.
Okay.
Hell of a way to bring me home
to meet the family.
First off,
you already met Grudge.
Ah. Right, yes.
And I'm grateful. Every day.
Look, I just... I wish
you could have seen Kwejian
when it was really beautiful.
It was.
It wasn't so... complicated,
you know?
- I'm gonna like it.
- No, really. It's become something that...
I am going to like it.
It's your home.
Is that
a new operating interface?
I had Engineering
make modifications for me.
You know the interface is
supposed to modify to you
- based on your usage, right?
- I need fail-safes.
The only fail-safe
you ever needed was you.
- Mr. Bryce, are we ready?
- Yes, sir.
Commander Stamets is ready
to jump to Kwejian on your mark.
Welcome back to the bridge,
Mr. Booker.
- Thank you, Captain.
- Black alert.
And...
execute.
We've arrived at Kwejian,
Captain.
I'm trying to hail them, sir,
but I'm getting no response.
Long-range scanners
show a heavy cruiser-class
starship coming in
at maximum warp.
30 minutes out.
It's the Viridian,
Osyraa's ship.
We don't have
a cruiser-class starship
in this system.
Sensors show she's armed
to the teeth, sir.
I have no authority over you,
Mr. Booker.
Commander, your orders are
to assess the situation
and see how
we may be of service.
But you are to return
to Discovery immediately
if there is any trouble
whatsoever.
- Yes, sir.
- Be careful, Commander.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Dr. Pollard.
I trust Dr. Culber
has brought you up to date.
There is a problem in my brain,
ergo I dress
like a human spermatozoan.
That suit is made
of special hyperconductive
material to interact
with the electromagnetic gel.
There are many jokes
to be had here.
If you're gonna torture me,
at least let me have some fun.
This is not torture.
- As if you'd know.
- This is medical advancement.
- I didn't ask.
- I'm gonna need you
to count backward for me
from ten.
What you need is not im...
Advancement is good.
That's beautiful.
I didn't know
you played so well.
I don't.
I-I guess I do now.
Um... Kasha is the one
who learned to play,
and then Gray picked it up.
So now me.
Mm, uh, Gray's not talking
to me anymore.
And I don't know why.
I can still feel him.
Especially when I play.
That's what's so weird.
He's... he's here,
all the time.
But it feels like
he's hiding from me.
Maybe...
Gray just needs some space.
I know.
It's not...
it's not just him, either.
It's...
this... all of it.
And I'm waking up every day,
and I never know
who I'm gonna feel more.
Sometimes it's Kasha,
sometimes Tovar,
or Gray,
or sometimes it's just...
Adira?
Well, I'm out here with you.
The algorithm will take
a few more hours, at least.
Let's play.
The key is G minor.
Piece of cake.
Commander Burnham
and Book have reached
the surface of the planet, sir.
How long before we lose the
ability to track their location?
It depends on when they reach
the protected area.
Come.
Which one of you is the captain?
Uh-uh. Try again.
This time with the respect
the rank deserves.
May I speak
with the captain, please?
I am Captain Saru.
We are meant to meet later,
Mr. Ryn, are we not?
Yes. I... appreciate
what you've done for me,
but Federation help
always comes with strings.
- No, it doesn't.
- I need to get
- off this ship.
- You are not a prisoner here,
Mr. Ryn...
You never have been.
Then beam me down to Kwejian
with Book.
You are free to go,
provided the Kwejian accept you.
- However...
- There's always
- a "however."
- There is an Emerald Chain warship inbound
at maximum warp...
You want to end up
on another salvage planet
with an explosive
in your neck, be our guest.
It'll be here in 15 minutes.
Is it... the Viridian?
- Osyraa?
- That is what we believe.
Is that... is that Book?
What's happening?
That is
Kwejian's defense system.
Anything that enters
the protected area
can't be accurately tracked
or transported out.
They're on their own.
My readings are scrambled.
Welcome to the Sanctuary.
Michael Burnham,
meet the sea locusts,
Kwejian's plague.
If they're this far inland,
that means we haven't had
repellent for weeks.
How do you make them do that?
All I can do is ask.
And you can't ask them
to move back out to sea?
Our best scientists have
been working on it for years.
But there are so many.
I know it's complicated, but...
I hope you never forget
how beautiful this place is.
I never forget.
Book?
Put your hands up.
- Book...
- Do it.
You brought the Federation
with you, Tareckx?
I am not Tareckx anymore.
You couldn't face the planet
you abandoned on your own?
I can face anything.
It's you who can't
face yourself.
You never could.
Take them.
He's...
My brother.
Her encephalographic readings
are peaking.
She's having an episode.
She's in danger
of a cerebral hemorrhage.
Atomic scan 83% complete.
We have to abort.
We can't stop.
This is the only way
to find out
what's wrong with her.
No!
She's close to redline.
What the hell?
Her heart rate is 2-10.
We're nearly there.
- San!
- San!
Georgiou?
Philippa? You okay?
Can you tell us
what you experienced?
I was having a beautiful dream
about how your head
would look on my wall.
I am Kyheem,
Steward of the Sanctuary.
Well, some job you're doing.
Looks like the price
of tranceworm meat
has hit a new high.
I'm Commander Michael Burnham
of the starship Discovery.
- Tareckx didn't mention...
- Book.
Book.
I stopped being a Tareckx
when Father and Grandfather
started working
with the Emerald Chain.
And they both asked for you
on their deathbeds.
You're a man of character,
or you aren't.
Maybe they remembered that
in the end.
Oh. So righteous.
Someone has to be.
What are the Federation's
intentions here?
Observation and support.
Kwejian is a sovereign planet.
We don't need another savior.
You can go.
She stays.
You called, I showed up.
What's going on?
A criminal. Ryn.
Osyraa wants him.
Never thought you'd dance
at the end of their chain,
but here you are.
You saw how far
the locusts are inland.
I did, but I won't
return someone to slavery.
Without Osyraa,
there'd be nothing left here.
- I see there's nothing left of you.
- Says the nomad
who rejects his name
and everything he is.
Well...
I did manage to hold on
to a few core principles.
The Viridian has arrived,
Captain.
Osyraa's scanning us.
But she isn't blocking
our scans in return.
She wants us to see her
and all her firepower.
- Yellow alert, sir?
- No.
Full diplomatic protocols.
No actions that might be
misinterpreted as a provocation.
We're being hailed, Captain.
Can you get a message to Burnham
through the Kwejian defenses?
- I can try, sir.
- Tell her to leave
the protected area immediately
and transport back to Discovery.
- Yes, sir.
- Put Osyraa through.
Well, it's been a while
since we've seen
a Starfleet vessel.
Are you lost?
I am Captain Saru
of the USS Discovery.
We are
an observational presence, here
at the request
of the citizens of Kwejian.
Oh, I see, but I'm afraid
you can't operate
under the observational umbrella
while you're harboring
a wanted criminal named Ryn.
Wanted by whom?
To our knowledge, no entity
recognized by the Federation
desires Mr. Ryn's capture.
"Recognized by the Federation"?
Hmm.
Out here, we don't bend
to that kind of hubris.
Prepare to transport him
to my vessel.
You're scared
of the monster you serve.
- I knew you, Kyheem.
- You never knew me.
- You weren't afraid of anything.
- You have to give up Ryn.
If Mr. Ryn has committed
serious crimes,
the Federation
will hold him accountable.
The Federation can't even
hold itself accountable
for the mess it's made
or the blood on its hands.
Send the prisoner to me now.
"Give up the tranceworms."
"Poison the locusts."
"Give up Ryn."
What happens
when they come for you?
Who's gonna stand for you?
We are your people.
We are your family.
Act like it.
You.
You are the coward.
The Andorian you seek is here
under security protocol 49.09.
He signed a lifelong contract.
He's broken the contract.
That sounds suspiciously
like slavery.
Oh. It doesn't surprise me
that a Kelpien would
frame everything
in terms of enslavement.
If memory serves, the Orions
were once enslaved themselves.
My ancestors knew
that power is virtue,
and that there is no nobility
in suffering.
You do what it takes to get
what you need, or you don't.
I want Ryn. You have him.
And the Federation does not
want a war
with the Emerald Chain.
That's why you came alone.
That's why
you are just... observing.
Transport Ryn to my ship,
or the Kwejian
and any of your crew
on its surface
will pay his price.
I'll grant you five minutes.
- Mr. Bryce?
- Still unable to reach Commander Burnham, sir.
Osyraa just dropped into
the atmosphere, weapons hot.
Yellow alert.
Keep trying, Mr. Bryce.
And bring Mr. Ryn
to the bridge immediately.
Yes, sir.
Yes.
Is that Kwejian whiskey?
I could use a shot myself.
You know, I have to say
that this defense system
of yours is impressive.
According to my ship's sensors,
you're bouncing my signal across
eight different places
on the planet,
even as I talk to you right now.
Did you get blown to bits
and forget to tell me?
I brought Book.
I have kept my end
of the bargain.
Well, that was before
he showed up
with a Federation ship
that has Ryn on board.
Now, they're not playing nicely,
so, I'm going to need Book
and whoever he came with.
So you can... what?
When have you ever dared
to question me?
Is this your brother
working on you?
Look, if you don't want
to be the one
who turns him over, that's fine.
Turn off your defense system,
and I'll come and get him.
It's the right thing
for Kwejian.
I can't.
All right, then.
Famine.
You have a child.
Am I right?
Have you ever seen
a child starve?
Is your brother really worth it?
The locusts have started
to destroy Kwejian's harvest.
People are already suffering.
Okay, let's try this
another way.
I don't have a lot of time
to waste,
so bring your brother to me now.
I will burn ten hecapates of
forest every minute of delay.
Photon torpedoes.
Osyraa.
Let's go.
She's targeting
the defense systems.
I know the way.
Status report.
Still no word
from Commander Burnham.
Osyraa's carpet-bombing
the planet systematically,
firing in a grid pattern
for maximum damage.
Kwejian's defenses
are starting to fail.
Mr. Ryn, why are you
so important to Osyraa?
She's destroying that planet
looking for you.
Commander Burnham
and Book are down there.
We need to know what she wants.
We cannot engage
with her blindly.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Rhys, take weapons on line.
- But sir, Admiral Vance said...
- I am
well aware
of the admiral's instructions.
We are continuing our efforts
to retrieve Commander Burnham
and Mr. Booker,
as Starfleet protocol demands.
But we will prevent Osyraa
from committing atrocities
as Starfleet protocol
- also demands.
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Bryce,
open a ship-wide channel.
Computer,
override security encryption
authorization code.
Q-L-R-8-5-4-5-4-8.
All crew to stations.
We are going to red alert.
Michael.
I don't need a scan
of your brain
to know where you're headed.
Out of my way.
You were a liability
to her on the salvage planet.
You almost got her killed.
Stand down.
I'm dying.
It's not that cut-and-dry.
Let's find a quieter place
to talk.
Fine.
Burnham to Discovery.
Do you copy?
Osyraa's targeting
Kwejian's defense systems.
One is already down.
We're going to attempt
to repair it.
This way!
If you can hear this message,
we need any help we can get.
We can't let Osyraa get a lock
on everyone down here.
How much further?
Almost there.
I still can't reach
Commander Burnham.
Five minutes at most
until Osyraa's
able to break through
Kwejian's defenses.
Have scanners picked up
any weaknesses in her shields?
None that I can find, sir.
Captain, I know where they are.
I climbed over every class
of ship on salvage duty.
And you are willing to help us?
For Book's sake.
I owe him.
Sir, if we return fire,
Osyraa will see it
as an attack
from the Federation.
Emerald Chain will retaliate
against everyone.
At this point,
we have no choice, Lieutenant.
What if we fired on her
from a non-Federation starship?
Another ship?
Flown by a Starfleet pilot
who will be disciplined severely
for disobeying orders
and for going rogue.
What's my target?
Where the gunwale meets
the aft nacelles.
Sensors aren't showing
any damage.
Am I hitting this thing or what?
Trust me, you've weakened
the shield, but you have
to keep the pressure on.
Go back and...
Ah! What the hell is this?!
- What's that noise it's making?
- It's a cat.
What is that? Like a pet?
Shields down to 80%.
You sure you're up for this?
Wait. Is that my ship?
Kyheem wants you back.
You all right?
Shields at ten percent.
- You have to go back.
- No.
Burnham's not clear yet.
Last time I tried
to stand up to Osyraa,
I lost my antenna.
This time,
I'm going to get vaporized.
You're the only one who's ever
stood up to her, correct?
How'd you know that?
I didn't. I guessed.
But for what it's worth,
I have the right co-pilot.
If you face something,
you can beat it,
and that is exactly what
we're gonna do right now.
I just need you to be brave
for a few more minutes.
You with me?
Yeah.
Good.
'Cause I'm about to do something
that might get us both killed.
Computer,
suspend automatic controls.
Full manual control.
What are you doing?
This is how I learned to fly.
Kyheem!
Stop!
Osyraa will kill us all!
"Us"? There is no us anymore.
You saw to that!
Enough!
- Michael!
- Let him go.
Discovery won't give up Ryn,
so she'll take me as leverage?
That is never gonna happen.
Kyheem.
You knew this was a possibility
the moment
you agreed to find me.
Huh?
Book.
If this is what it takes.
Send me up to her.
Maybe she'll give you a bonus.
Come on!
- You okay?
- Uh-huh.
All right, we're going again.
All right.
Eight degrees aft.
Straight down.
That's the weapons system
generator.
The Viridian
is standing down, Captain.
Captain, incoming transmission.
Put it through.
Osyraa.
Your ship appears to have
sustained structural damage.
Allow us to be of assistance.
You have just sealed
your own fate
and the fate of the Federation.
I promise you will feel
the full weight of the chain.
We will starve.
My son.
You have a son?
Look.
You both are empaths.
Why can't you move the
sea locusts out to sea together?
It's too many.
Even with two of us.
Who said anything
about just the two of you?
We've isolated
the electromagnetic connection
between the sea locusts.
We'll amplify it,
same as we did on Kaminar.
All you have to do
is tell them where to go.
It's their choice, Michael,
not ours.
I know.
Just need to boost the signal,
and the brothers
should get them home.
Captain, shall I... execute?
Carry on.
Amplifying now.
The locusts are communicating.
- They're getting the message.
- Go.
Go.
You did it.
Well done, both of you.
Oh, it was great!
I went full manual.
- No.
- You did not.
Oh, hell yeah, I did.
Ask Ryn.
You're gonna be all macho
and impossible all week, yeah?
Yeah, that's right.
Deal with me, universe.
Oh, deal with me, universe,
while I deal with her.
It took a sec
for Ryn to chill out.
Once he got Grudge in order,
he just told me
exactly where to aim,
and it was just...
I'm as valuable as the cat.
Oh, knock it off with the whole
"sad Andorian" thing.
You're a freaking hero.
She'll be back.
Osyraa.
And it will be bad next time.
Well, we can be
pretty bad, too, so...
You know,
all I ever heard about
when I was little was how...
deceitful the Federation was,
how they'd turn on you.
I mean, you want to scare
an Andorian child,
tell them they're going
to Federation summer camp.
That's not a thing.
I need to tell you something,
something that will give you
an advantage.
They're running out
of dilithium.
The Chain.
That's why Osyraa wants me back.
I'm the only one who knows.
And now you do, too.
Lizard.
So,
this is home now?
No.
Kwejian is home.
Feels good to hear you say that.
But this is where
they're making a difference
for planets like Kwejian.
I'm liking being around that.
Uh, Kyheem,
do you mind
if Lido comes with me?
Oh, no, please.
Go on.
I'm gonna show you
something amazing.
- The lizard guy?
- Mm-hmm.
His name is Linus,
and you can peel off
a part of his face if you want.
Ew. Fun.
So, Book...
Don't even.
It sounds stupid
coming out of your mouth.
Oh.
I'm why it sounds stupid.
There's a story.
Are you gonna tell me about it?
How 'bout next time?
If it's sooner than 15 years,
yeah.
Thank you.
You held everything together.
You saved Kwejian.
So, um,
the Federation.
Seems they can use some...
empathic perspective, yes?
Yeah.
They can.
Don't say "brother."
It's corny.
I wasn't going to.
Later, brother.
Burning the midnight oil.
Yeah.
Just... wrapping up.
There's nothing more to do
until their algorithm finishes.
No, no, no, no, no.
Let them sleep.
At that age,
whatever they can get is golden.
Gray stopped speaking to them.
Ouch.
Yeah.
But...
...even so, their work
has been nothing short
of stellar.
They're...
really something.
They're also awake.
- I'm sorry.
- No.
It's okay.
When I sleep like this,
my back kills.
You've got to take
better care of yourself.
No need to...
fuss over them, Hugh.
They're not a child.
Technically, they are a child.
Are we done for today?
We are.
Okay.
Later, gents.
Good night.
Pride.
It suits you.
Is that
your professional opinion?
Board-certified.
Your nephew is hilarious.
Runs in the family.
Mm-hmm.
My ship looks like it was hit
with a dozen photon torpedoes.
Actually, it was eight.
Oh. Good.
Did you mean
what you said to Kyheem?
That you get
what we're doing out here.
Discovery saved my planet
from something that had us
for a century.
What you've done...
What the Federation's done...
For us,
for other worlds like ours...
I want in.
I want what means something.
Well, you'll have to speak
to Captain Saru
and clarify your intentions
- aboard his starship.
- Aye aye.
- One "aye."
- One "aye." Yeah. I know.
I'll get started
fixing your ship.
I really liked seeing Kwejian.
I really liked
being there with you.
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Osyraa and the Chain
have been pushing hard lately.
Osyraa breaks people.
Ryn, the Andorian, he was born
into the Emerald Chain.
He tried to rally the people
against them.
People were beginning to listen,
so she hacked off his antennae.
So, who put you in charge?
I'm Osyraa's nephew.
Lieutenant Detmer,
get us over there.
- You did great.
- Closer call than it should have been.
I would like you to serve
as my acting first officer
until I find
a permanent replacement.
You're talking to yourself.
I was talking to my boyfriend,
Gray.
He says he likes you.
We found
significant new evidence
related to the cause
of the Burn.
SB-19 can help us with that.
I will convene a Quorum.
It's the only way
we'll have a chance
at that data.
This could help us
solve the Burn.
How long has this
been happening?
Couple of weeks.
And it's getting more severe.
You're not alone.
We'll get through this.
Where I'm from,
the emperor's
personal physicians
were buried with them
when they died.
It incentivized loyalty.
Are you gonna answer
my question?
When did you first experience
one of these blackouts?
I don't need your help.
Your condition is serious.
But since you don't want
to cooperate,
you can determine if the root
is physiological,
psychological, temporal
or interdimensional on your own
and get back to me.
- You don't scare me, human.
- I don't need to.
You're already terrified.
I realize...
...you see yourself
as the Grand Hero,
Oracle of the Mess Hall,
Savior Man to this ship...
Well, I'm not interested.
The early stages
of brain dysfunction
will feel manageable.
"What was I just doing?
Where did I bury
that last body?"
But eventually,
if we don't intervene,
you won't recognize
the faces around you.
You won't even recognize
yourself.
You'll end your days howling
at the reflection in the mirror.
A living death.
That's not what I want for you.
If I had time,
I'd poison your children.
If I had time,
I'd have children.
Now, do you want my help or not?
For such a warm
and fuzzy human,
you've got very cold hands.
He's just getting
your baselines.
More than that, actually.
The scan will deconstruct your
entire body system by system.
Once we can see what's happening
on an atomic level,
hopefully we'll have a road map
for a cure.
930 years
of medical advancement,
and you still need
fancy equipment
to deconstruct me?
I could deconstruct
the both of you
with a snappy insult
and a withering glance.
Congratulations.
Your mother must be very proud.
- I killed her.
- "I killed her." No, you did not, by the way.
Listen,
we're gonna figure this out.
I'm not leaving until we do.
Her heart rate is elevated.
It's rage.
Why don't I, uh, check in later.
Don't bother.
I'll call for you
if you're needed.
She won't be.
Security briefing on Deck 7...
Hey.
- Hey.
- Sorry.
- I'm glad I found you.
- What is it?
I have to go home.
- Home?
- Kwejian.
- Home home.
- Look, my brother Kyheem
got a message to me
through the courier network.
I have to go. Come with me?
Hold on.
It's Osyraa
and the Emerald Chain.
He's been dealing with them
for 15 years.
Haven't heard from him once.
It must be bad.
Kwejian is two weeks away
at full warp.
- Okay.
- And we have less than a 50% chance
of surviving
the transwarp tunnel.
She's gonna destroy my planet.
Then we're going to
need some help.
When the Burn hit,
damage to subspace
shifted our moon's orbit,
causing tidal changes.
Sea locusts
came out of the ocean
and ate our harvest.
Millions were starving.
- Then the Chain came along.
- And let me guess.
They are the solution
to all your problems.
They offered us a...
well, I guess
you'd call it a repellent.
Assured us it was a humane way
to get them
back into the sea.
It saved our harvest.
But we had to give them
our tranceworms in exchange.
Now Osyraa's back.
- Any idea why?
- I don't know.
You don't seem surprised, sir.
The Chain's turned
Prime Directive violations
into an art form.
They make reckless contact
with prewarp civilizations
that have something they want.
Right now,
I'm tracking 50 star systems
in the same predicament.
Most, if not all,
are bound to collapse.
Then must we not intercede?
I don't have the ships to spare,
and I'm not risking
your spore drive.
All I need is transport.
My brother will know
what Osyraa wants.
And what if she wants
something you can't give?
It's not just Osyraa,
and it's not just this quadrant.
We have to do something.
I propose we go in
under the technical designation
of observers.
If Osyraa feels the presence
of the Federation,
she may be inclined to pursue
a more diplomatic approach.
You will take
a defensive posture
and jump away
at the slightest indication
that Discovery is in danger.
- Aye, sir.
- Keep your eyes open, Captain.
I'm not betting on diplomacy.
You have no idea
what Osyraa is capable of.
All my workers ran off.
I did everything
I knew how to do,
Aunt Osyraa.
I hope you believe me.
I don't.
You lost Ryn.
Ryn?
Oh, right.
The Andorian.
He left with a courier
- named Cleveland Booker.
- Cleveland Booker.
You already know?
Of course I do.
Oh, Tolor.
You know, when I first
took you in as a child,
I was...
having complicated feelings
about the death of your father.
Well, you did what you had to do
to keep control
of the mercantile exchanges.
I have always understood.
Tolor,
I know you did.
You're so much like him.
Auntie?
They'll mesmerize you,
and you won't feel a thing.
I promise.
What?
No.
No!
- Aunt Osyraa, no, please.
- Don't be childish.
This is why they call them
tranceworms.
Please, Aunt Osyraa.
No.
No!
Commander Burnham and Mr. Booker
are preparing
for a jump to Kwejian.
What do we have in the meantime?
Uh, Mr. Ryn, a refugee
from the salvage planet,
is awake and requesting
to speak with you.
Let's schedule it.
And... what about Linus?
Oh, he's been escorted
to quarters
and instructed not to return
to the mess hall
until his annual shed
is complete.
And where are we on the, uh...
ongoing matter?
So far,
we have narrowed it down to...
...to "execute,"
"hit it" and "manifest."
"Manifest"?
Nobody likes that one.
- "Hit it" was Captain Pike's.
- Yeah, but you could
put your own spin on it, like...
"Hit it?!"
I will take it under advisement.
Oh, and, um, Commander Stamets
has, uh, requested
to report on their analysis
of the Ni'Var data.
He says they have something.
Well, hit it, then.
Uh...
Right.
Here.
We combined the data from Ni'Var
with the data
from Commander Burnham's
black boxes.
This is where the Burn started.
The Verubin Nebula.
Unusually intense radiation.
Highly unstable
electromagnetic fields.
Okay.
So we have a point of origin.
There's more. There's a signal
coming from the center
of the nebula.
And we weren't sure at first,
but it's deliberate.
Something or someone
is definitely sending it.
The signal frequencies are
in the audio range. Um...
It's been distorted
by magnetic interference, but...
Well, uh, it...
It sounds like music.
Where...
I've heard this before.
The Barzans.
On the seed vault ship,
the mother
was humming it to her child.
And Gray used to play
the same thing on the cello.
That's weird.
Scientifically speaking.
The computer has detected
a recurrence
of these precise combinations
of tones
since we arrived in the future.
Just the nebula, please.
A little louder.
What is
the lowest known frequency
traveling through that nebula?
That would be radio wave...
J.A.G. 380725A,
coming
from a nearby neutron star
at 5.75 kilohertz.
I get it. You want to model
the effects of the distortion
in order to isolate
the original signal.
There.
This is it
without the distortion.
That's a Federation
distress signal.
There's a ship lost in there.
A distress signal must include
an encoded message of some kind.
Adira can write an algorithm
that can find and decode it.
- How long will that take?
- Not more than a few hours.
She's pretty fast.
Update me
the moment you have something,
Commander.
Of course.
They're fast.
Hmm?
Um, "they."
Not... not "she."
I've never felt like a "she"
or-or a "her," so...
I would prefer "they" or "them"
from now on.
Okay.
Um, and I've
never told anyone but Gray.
How is it that an hour ago
I didn't know you had a brother?
It's not biological.
"Brother" is something
we said, we felt.
But after...
well...
it became impossible.
After what?
Kyheem started hunting
tranceworms for the Chain.
Think you can fix things
with him?
Kwejian is starving.
He's not my priority.
Okay.
Hell of a way to bring me home
to meet the family.
First off,
you already met Grudge.
Ah. Right, yes.
And I'm grateful. Every day.
Look, I just... I wish
you could have seen Kwejian
when it was really beautiful.
It was.
It wasn't so... complicated,
you know?
- I'm gonna like it.
- No, really. It's become something that...
I am going to like it.
It's your home.
Is that
a new operating interface?
I had Engineering
make modifications for me.
You know the interface is
supposed to modify to you
- based on your usage, right?
- I need fail-safes.
The only fail-safe
you ever needed was you.
- Mr. Bryce, are we ready?
- Yes, sir.
Commander Stamets is ready
to jump to Kwejian on your mark.
Welcome back to the bridge,
Mr. Booker.
- Thank you, Captain.
- Black alert.
And...
execute.
We've arrived at Kwejian,
Captain.
I'm trying to hail them, sir,
but I'm getting no response.
Long-range scanners
show a heavy cruiser-class
starship coming in
at maximum warp.
30 minutes out.
It's the Viridian,
Osyraa's ship.
We don't have
a cruiser-class starship
in this system.
Sensors show she's armed
to the teeth, sir.
I have no authority over you,
Mr. Booker.
Commander, your orders are
to assess the situation
and see how
we may be of service.
But you are to return
to Discovery immediately
if there is any trouble
whatsoever.
- Yes, sir.
- Be careful, Commander.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Dr. Pollard.
I trust Dr. Culber
has brought you up to date.
There is a problem in my brain,
ergo I dress
like a human spermatozoan.
That suit is made
of special hyperconductive
material to interact
with the electromagnetic gel.
There are many jokes
to be had here.
If you're gonna torture me,
at least let me have some fun.
This is not torture.
- As if you'd know.
- This is medical advancement.
- I didn't ask.
- I'm gonna need you
to count backward for me
from ten.
What you need is not im...
Advancement is good.
That's beautiful.
I didn't know
you played so well.
I don't.
I-I guess I do now.
Um... Kasha is the one
who learned to play,
and then Gray picked it up.
So now me.
Mm, uh, Gray's not talking
to me anymore.
And I don't know why.
I can still feel him.
Especially when I play.
That's what's so weird.
He's... he's here,
all the time.
But it feels like
he's hiding from me.
Maybe...
Gray just needs some space.
I know.
It's not...
it's not just him, either.
It's...
this... all of it.
And I'm waking up every day,
and I never know
who I'm gonna feel more.
Sometimes it's Kasha,
sometimes Tovar,
or Gray,
or sometimes it's just...
Adira?
Well, I'm out here with you.
The algorithm will take
a few more hours, at least.
Let's play.
The key is G minor.
Piece of cake.
Commander Burnham
and Book have reached
the surface of the planet, sir.
How long before we lose the
ability to track their location?
It depends on when they reach
the protected area.
Come.
Which one of you is the captain?
Uh-uh. Try again.
This time with the respect
the rank deserves.
May I speak
with the captain, please?
I am Captain Saru.
We are meant to meet later,
Mr. Ryn, are we not?
Yes. I... appreciate
what you've done for me,
but Federation help
always comes with strings.
- No, it doesn't.
- I need to get
- off this ship.
- You are not a prisoner here,
Mr. Ryn...
You never have been.
Then beam me down to Kwejian
with Book.
You are free to go,
provided the Kwejian accept you.
- However...
- There's always
- a "however."
- There is an Emerald Chain warship inbound
at maximum warp...
You want to end up
on another salvage planet
with an explosive
in your neck, be our guest.
It'll be here in 15 minutes.
Is it... the Viridian?
- Osyraa?
- That is what we believe.
Is that... is that Book?
What's happening?
That is
Kwejian's defense system.
Anything that enters
the protected area
can't be accurately tracked
or transported out.
They're on their own.
My readings are scrambled.
Welcome to the Sanctuary.
Michael Burnham,
meet the sea locusts,
Kwejian's plague.
If they're this far inland,
that means we haven't had
repellent for weeks.
How do you make them do that?
All I can do is ask.
And you can't ask them
to move back out to sea?
Our best scientists have
been working on it for years.
But there are so many.
I know it's complicated, but...
I hope you never forget
how beautiful this place is.
I never forget.
Book?
Put your hands up.
- Book...
- Do it.
You brought the Federation
with you, Tareckx?
I am not Tareckx anymore.
You couldn't face the planet
you abandoned on your own?
I can face anything.
It's you who can't
face yourself.
You never could.
Take them.
He's...
My brother.
Her encephalographic readings
are peaking.
She's having an episode.
She's in danger
of a cerebral hemorrhage.
Atomic scan 83% complete.
We have to abort.
We can't stop.
This is the only way
to find out
what's wrong with her.
No!
She's close to redline.
What the hell?
Her heart rate is 2-10.
We're nearly there.
- San!
- San!
Georgiou?
Philippa? You okay?
Can you tell us
what you experienced?
I was having a beautiful dream
about how your head
would look on my wall.
I am Kyheem,
Steward of the Sanctuary.
Well, some job you're doing.
Looks like the price
of tranceworm meat
has hit a new high.
I'm Commander Michael Burnham
of the starship Discovery.
- Tareckx didn't mention...
- Book.
Book.
I stopped being a Tareckx
when Father and Grandfather
started working
with the Emerald Chain.
And they both asked for you
on their deathbeds.
You're a man of character,
or you aren't.
Maybe they remembered that
in the end.
Oh. So righteous.
Someone has to be.
What are the Federation's
intentions here?
Observation and support.
Kwejian is a sovereign planet.
We don't need another savior.
You can go.
She stays.
You called, I showed up.
What's going on?
A criminal. Ryn.
Osyraa wants him.
Never thought you'd dance
at the end of their chain,
but here you are.
You saw how far
the locusts are inland.
I did, but I won't
return someone to slavery.
Without Osyraa,
there'd be nothing left here.
- I see there's nothing left of you.
- Says the nomad
who rejects his name
and everything he is.
Well...
I did manage to hold on
to a few core principles.
The Viridian has arrived,
Captain.
Osyraa's scanning us.
But she isn't blocking
our scans in return.
She wants us to see her
and all her firepower.
- Yellow alert, sir?
- No.
Full diplomatic protocols.
No actions that might be
misinterpreted as a provocation.
We're being hailed, Captain.
Can you get a message to Burnham
through the Kwejian defenses?
- I can try, sir.
- Tell her to leave
the protected area immediately
and transport back to Discovery.
- Yes, sir.
- Put Osyraa through.
Well, it's been a while
since we've seen
a Starfleet vessel.
Are you lost?
I am Captain Saru
of the USS Discovery.
We are
an observational presence, here
at the request
of the citizens of Kwejian.
Oh, I see, but I'm afraid
you can't operate
under the observational umbrella
while you're harboring
a wanted criminal named Ryn.
Wanted by whom?
To our knowledge, no entity
recognized by the Federation
desires Mr. Ryn's capture.
"Recognized by the Federation"?
Hmm.
Out here, we don't bend
to that kind of hubris.
Prepare to transport him
to my vessel.
You're scared
of the monster you serve.
- I knew you, Kyheem.
- You never knew me.
- You weren't afraid of anything.
- You have to give up Ryn.
If Mr. Ryn has committed
serious crimes,
the Federation
will hold him accountable.
The Federation can't even
hold itself accountable
for the mess it's made
or the blood on its hands.
Send the prisoner to me now.
"Give up the tranceworms."
"Poison the locusts."
"Give up Ryn."
What happens
when they come for you?
Who's gonna stand for you?
We are your people.
We are your family.
Act like it.
You.
You are the coward.
The Andorian you seek is here
under security protocol 49.09.
He signed a lifelong contract.
He's broken the contract.
That sounds suspiciously
like slavery.
Oh. It doesn't surprise me
that a Kelpien would
frame everything
in terms of enslavement.
If memory serves, the Orions
were once enslaved themselves.
My ancestors knew
that power is virtue,
and that there is no nobility
in suffering.
You do what it takes to get
what you need, or you don't.
I want Ryn. You have him.
And the Federation does not
want a war
with the Emerald Chain.
That's why you came alone.
That's why
you are just... observing.
Transport Ryn to my ship,
or the Kwejian
and any of your crew
on its surface
will pay his price.
I'll grant you five minutes.
- Mr. Bryce?
- Still unable to reach Commander Burnham, sir.
Osyraa just dropped into
the atmosphere, weapons hot.
Yellow alert.
Keep trying, Mr. Bryce.
And bring Mr. Ryn
to the bridge immediately.
Yes, sir.
Yes.
Is that Kwejian whiskey?
I could use a shot myself.
You know, I have to say
that this defense system
of yours is impressive.
According to my ship's sensors,
you're bouncing my signal across
eight different places
on the planet,
even as I talk to you right now.
Did you get blown to bits
and forget to tell me?
I brought Book.
I have kept my end
of the bargain.
Well, that was before
he showed up
with a Federation ship
that has Ryn on board.
Now, they're not playing nicely,
so, I'm going to need Book
and whoever he came with.
So you can... what?
When have you ever dared
to question me?
Is this your brother
working on you?
Look, if you don't want
to be the one
who turns him over, that's fine.
Turn off your defense system,
and I'll come and get him.
It's the right thing
for Kwejian.
I can't.
All right, then.
Famine.
You have a child.
Am I right?
Have you ever seen
a child starve?
Is your brother really worth it?
The locusts have started
to destroy Kwejian's harvest.
People are already suffering.
Okay, let's try this
another way.
I don't have a lot of time
to waste,
so bring your brother to me now.
I will burn ten hecapates of
forest every minute of delay.
Photon torpedoes.
Osyraa.
Let's go.
She's targeting
the defense systems.
I know the way.
Status report.
Still no word
from Commander Burnham.
Osyraa's carpet-bombing
the planet systematically,
firing in a grid pattern
for maximum damage.
Kwejian's defenses
are starting to fail.
Mr. Ryn, why are you
so important to Osyraa?
She's destroying that planet
looking for you.
Commander Burnham
and Book are down there.
We need to know what she wants.
We cannot engage
with her blindly.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Rhys, take weapons on line.
- But sir, Admiral Vance said...
- I am
well aware
of the admiral's instructions.
We are continuing our efforts
to retrieve Commander Burnham
and Mr. Booker,
as Starfleet protocol demands.
But we will prevent Osyraa
from committing atrocities
as Starfleet protocol
- also demands.
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Bryce,
open a ship-wide channel.
Computer,
override security encryption
authorization code.
Q-L-R-8-5-4-5-4-8.
All crew to stations.
We are going to red alert.
Michael.
I don't need a scan
of your brain
to know where you're headed.
Out of my way.
You were a liability
to her on the salvage planet.
You almost got her killed.
Stand down.
I'm dying.
It's not that cut-and-dry.
Let's find a quieter place
to talk.
Fine.
Burnham to Discovery.
Do you copy?
Osyraa's targeting
Kwejian's defense systems.
One is already down.
We're going to attempt
to repair it.
This way!
If you can hear this message,
we need any help we can get.
We can't let Osyraa get a lock
on everyone down here.
How much further?
Almost there.
I still can't reach
Commander Burnham.
Five minutes at most
until Osyraa's
able to break through
Kwejian's defenses.
Have scanners picked up
any weaknesses in her shields?
None that I can find, sir.
Captain, I know where they are.
I climbed over every class
of ship on salvage duty.
And you are willing to help us?
For Book's sake.
I owe him.
Sir, if we return fire,
Osyraa will see it
as an attack
from the Federation.
Emerald Chain will retaliate
against everyone.
At this point,
we have no choice, Lieutenant.
What if we fired on her
from a non-Federation starship?
Another ship?
Flown by a Starfleet pilot
who will be disciplined severely
for disobeying orders
and for going rogue.
What's my target?
Where the gunwale meets
the aft nacelles.
Sensors aren't showing
any damage.
Am I hitting this thing or what?
Trust me, you've weakened
the shield, but you have
to keep the pressure on.
Go back and...
Ah! What the hell is this?!
- What's that noise it's making?
- It's a cat.
What is that? Like a pet?
Shields down to 80%.
You sure you're up for this?
Wait. Is that my ship?
Kyheem wants you back.
You all right?
Shields at ten percent.
- You have to go back.
- No.
Burnham's not clear yet.
Last time I tried
to stand up to Osyraa,
I lost my antenna.
This time,
I'm going to get vaporized.
You're the only one who's ever
stood up to her, correct?
How'd you know that?
I didn't. I guessed.
But for what it's worth,
I have the right co-pilot.
If you face something,
you can beat it,
and that is exactly what
we're gonna do right now.
I just need you to be brave
for a few more minutes.
You with me?
Yeah.
Good.
'Cause I'm about to do something
that might get us both killed.
Computer,
suspend automatic controls.
Full manual control.
What are you doing?
This is how I learned to fly.
Kyheem!
Stop!
Osyraa will kill us all!
"Us"? There is no us anymore.
You saw to that!
Enough!
- Michael!
- Let him go.
Discovery won't give up Ryn,
so she'll take me as leverage?
That is never gonna happen.
Kyheem.
You knew this was a possibility
the moment
you agreed to find me.
Huh?
Book.
If this is what it takes.
Send me up to her.
Maybe she'll give you a bonus.
Come on!
- You okay?
- Uh-huh.
All right, we're going again.
All right.
Eight degrees aft.
Straight down.
That's the weapons system
generator.
The Viridian
is standing down, Captain.
Captain, incoming transmission.
Put it through.
Osyraa.
Your ship appears to have
sustained structural damage.
Allow us to be of assistance.
You have just sealed
your own fate
and the fate of the Federation.
I promise you will feel
the full weight of the chain.
We will starve.
My son.
You have a son?
Look.
You both are empaths.
Why can't you move the
sea locusts out to sea together?
It's too many.
Even with two of us.
Who said anything
about just the two of you?
We've isolated
the electromagnetic connection
between the sea locusts.
We'll amplify it,
same as we did on Kaminar.
All you have to do
is tell them where to go.
It's their choice, Michael,
not ours.
I know.
Just need to boost the signal,
and the brothers
should get them home.
Captain, shall I... execute?
Carry on.
Amplifying now.
The locusts are communicating.
- They're getting the message.
- Go.
Go.
You did it.
Well done, both of you.
Oh, it was great!
I went full manual.
- No.
- You did not.
Oh, hell yeah, I did.
Ask Ryn.
You're gonna be all macho
and impossible all week, yeah?
Yeah, that's right.
Deal with me, universe.
Oh, deal with me, universe,
while I deal with her.
It took a sec
for Ryn to chill out.
Once he got Grudge in order,
he just told me
exactly where to aim,
and it was just...
I'm as valuable as the cat.
Oh, knock it off with the whole
"sad Andorian" thing.
You're a freaking hero.
She'll be back.
Osyraa.
And it will be bad next time.
Well, we can be
pretty bad, too, so...
You know,
all I ever heard about
when I was little was how...
deceitful the Federation was,
how they'd turn on you.
I mean, you want to scare
an Andorian child,
tell them they're going
to Federation summer camp.
That's not a thing.
I need to tell you something,
something that will give you
an advantage.
They're running out
of dilithium.
The Chain.
That's why Osyraa wants me back.
I'm the only one who knows.
And now you do, too.
Lizard.
So,
this is home now?
No.
Kwejian is home.
Feels good to hear you say that.
But this is where
they're making a difference
for planets like Kwejian.
I'm liking being around that.
Uh, Kyheem,
do you mind
if Lido comes with me?
Oh, no, please.
Go on.
I'm gonna show you
something amazing.
- The lizard guy?
- Mm-hmm.
His name is Linus,
and you can peel off
a part of his face if you want.
Ew. Fun.
So, Book...
Don't even.
It sounds stupid
coming out of your mouth.
Oh.
I'm why it sounds stupid.
There's a story.
Are you gonna tell me about it?
How 'bout next time?
If it's sooner than 15 years,
yeah.
Thank you.
You held everything together.
You saved Kwejian.
So, um,
the Federation.
Seems they can use some...
empathic perspective, yes?
Yeah.
They can.
Don't say "brother."
It's corny.
I wasn't going to.
Later, brother.
Burning the midnight oil.
Yeah.
Just... wrapping up.
There's nothing more to do
until their algorithm finishes.
No, no, no, no, no.
Let them sleep.
At that age,
whatever they can get is golden.
Gray stopped speaking to them.
Ouch.
Yeah.
But...
...even so, their work
has been nothing short
of stellar.
They're...
really something.
They're also awake.
- I'm sorry.
- No.
It's okay.
When I sleep like this,
my back kills.
You've got to take
better care of yourself.
No need to...
fuss over them, Hugh.
They're not a child.
Technically, they are a child.
Are we done for today?
We are.
Okay.
Later, gents.
Good night.
Pride.
It suits you.
Is that
your professional opinion?
Board-certified.
Your nephew is hilarious.
Runs in the family.
Mm-hmm.
My ship looks like it was hit
with a dozen photon torpedoes.
Actually, it was eight.
Oh. Good.
Did you mean
what you said to Kyheem?
That you get
what we're doing out here.
Discovery saved my planet
from something that had us
for a century.
What you've done...
What the Federation's done...
For us,
for other worlds like ours...
I want in.
I want what means something.
Well, you'll have to speak
to Captain Saru
and clarify your intentions
- aboard his starship.
- Aye aye.
- One "aye."
- One "aye." Yeah. I know.
I'll get started
fixing your ship.
I really liked seeing Kwejian.
I really liked
being there with you.
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