Star Trek: Picard (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript
Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...
What the hell is that?
An unknown entity wants to join
the Federation
and will only
talk to you about it.
Picard.
Energy spiking across the board.
Something's coming through.
Yes, Admiral.
That ship is Borg.
That's new.
She's assimilating the ship.
Not just our ship,
the entire fleet.
Activate auto-destruct sequence!
Picard,
zero-zero-zero-destruct-zero.
Mon capitaine.
You're a bit older
than I imagined.
Let me catch up.
Q...
Where is the Stargazer
and her crew?
I intervened.
Q went back in time
and changed the present.
Happy Eradication Day, dear.
I'm the president of a
xenophobic authoritarian regime.
You're also married.
What did Q do in the past?
A single change.
What was it? When was it?
2024, in Los Angeles.
There's someone there to help--
a watcher.
If we want to save the future,
- then we have to
repair the past.
- What do we do?
A slingshot maneuver at warp
to generate a temporal fissure.
Kirk's Enterprise did it
on more than one occasion.
- But they had Spock.
- And we have her.
- What the hell are you doing?
Rios, we need her
to go back in time.
Time travel is not a way
to make me feel better.
They're on to us.
- Rios!
Incoming ships
on intercept course.
- No!
- Elnor!
- Uh-uh.
♪
Throw your phasers.
All of you.
Now!
Uh-uh!
I thought a safe galaxy was
a human galaxy.
Why the concern?
You should have seen what that
one did to my security team.
How dare you.
You are interrupting
a classified operation.
I order you to stand down
at once.
Or what, dear?
Oh, I had my doubts,
but as the day wore on,
I no longer saw my Annika.
♪
You are making a grave mistake.
Am I?
Tell me,
what's my full name?
- Don't you touch her!
- Get back!
Who are you?
Elnor!
Everything's gonna
be all right, Elnor.
I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
No. No.
We need to go.
Raffi, get him to sickbay.
Rios, get us out of
this damned place.
No medical tricoder.
Goddamn it.
There's not even a trauma kit.
I can't find anything
on this goddamn ship!
Dermaline pads,
they'll stop the bleeding
- until the skin can regenerate.
I need more hands up here!
Go.
I got it.
It's okay.
You're gonna be just fine, okay?
Incoming.
How is he?
This is the only kind of life
you understand.
Shall we see
what else has been lost
in the wake of your fear?
- Q...
Doctor, how much longer?
A warp-slingshot through a solar
flare without incinerating
- is very iffy,
so I don't want to hear...
- Hurry up.
That.
Seven, target the forward ship,
starboard nacelle.
Target locked.
Hold, hold. Hold...
Fire!
Good shot.
Bastards. They're still coming!
That was a near miss...
Shield strength at 44%.
Hold on!
Allow me.
Calculating temporal trajectory.
Initiating tachyon-splinter
radiation burst.
Neutralizing threats.
Whoa.
What the...
Admiral?
I'm no longer in command
of this ship.
Move backward to go forward.
Shatter to mend.
The past is now.
♪
Hang on. She jumped us to warp.
Warp six.
Seven now.
!¡Está loco!Warp eight.
Warp nine!
Hey. Hold on, baby.
- It's okay. I got you.
9.2.
9.5!
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
Did we succeed?
Chronometer's shot.
No easy way to know.
Look for context clues.
I see no moon colony.
Fossil fuel pollution,
early ozone deterioration,
no radioactive fallout.
I-I'm guessing we're pretty
close to when we want to be.
Welcome to the Earth
of the 21st century.
♪
Nav controls are off-line.
Shields are fried.
We're caught in Earth's gravity.
I can't stop her.
We're losing power
across the board.
Reroute blast shield control.
Forward blast shields
non responsive.
I'm locked out of
my own goddamn ship!
Diverting emergency
backup power.
If I can trigger
her recovery protocols,
we might get back
some manual control.
I've regained 37% nav control.
Is that enough to land?
More like a... targeted crash.
In Los Angeles?
We can't crash
a spaceship into one of
the most populated cities
of the period.
- You got any better ideas?
- Yes.
Give me nav control.
Where are you taking us?
Home.
Status.
Everyone all right?
I-I think so.
This can't be right.
Both primary and reserve power
are draining.
Checking.
We need power in the sickbay!
Now!
The biobed is the only thing
keeping Elnor alive!
Goddamn it!
- I'm stronger than you think.
- Oh, yeah?
- Prove it.
- Can't.
Busy at the moment with...
organs.
Was that...
was that your first joke?
We need power!
Hang on, Raffi!
We're working on it, I swear.
The Queen is diverting
the power.
The time warp must've
drained her.
She's siphoning power
to save her own life.
We've got nothing up there!
Shut her down.
- Agnes, shut her down!
- We got to try and detach her.
Get these off.
Forget it.
This is taking too long.
No, Rios! We need her alive.
- My medallion.
- What?
The nuns gave it to me.
Get it for me, please.
- It's in my pocket.
- Okay.
It brings me comfort,
knowing I earned it
even in this reality.
Oh, it's-it's beautiful.
"Sem n'hak kon."
"Now is the only moment."
"Now is the only moment."
♪
♪
If we fail here,
we fail Elnor.
And everyone in our home world.
Therefore,
despite the fact that
it's against every impulse
that we feel inside us...
we have to press on.
We have to mend the time line.
- We have to...
- You should've let Rios
kill her.
The Queen is the only
known link that we have
with the fissure in time.
And we are helpless
until she is revived...
You're kidding me?
You want to wait around
and nurse her back to life?
Raffi, I know
what you are feeling...
I promise you don't.
'Cause what I'm feeling
right now
is intense...
sharp...
disappointment in leadership.
Let's put aside the fact that
we chose the goddamn Borg Queen
over Elnor for just a second.
Why has all of history
been changed?
Because of Q.
That's why.
For decades you've played games
with whatever Q is.
No, no?
'Cause that's
what the two of you do, right?
You joust.
You screw around with
people's lives for sport.
No, Raffi.
That's what he does.
Okay.
The Queen says that there
is someone who can help us.
In this time,
here in Los Angeles.
She called this individual
a watcher.
You're saying if we find them,
we can undo this nightmare of--
what'd they call it--
the-the Confederation?
- Will it bring Elnor back?
- It's impossible to determine
whether we're existing outside
a temporal causality loop.
Jurati.
We fix time...
does it bring Elnor back?
I... I don't know.
Well, I'm going with
it brings him back,
and I'm not waiting around
for that thing.
If the watcher is our only lead,
then it's probably
some alien species
that doesn't belong here,
using tech,
probably leaving
a subspace signal, meaning...
- We can track it.
- It may not want to be found.
You know,
I don't really care much.
I'm coming for it.
She's too emotional.
- Too much could go wrong.
- I'll go with her.
Me too.
You can't bring that with you.
- This?
- Yeah.
- Why not?
- Because we're 400 years
in the past.
You have to look out
for butterflies.
If you lose that,
Q won't be the only one
breaking the time line.
I'll be careful.
No, uh, y-you're like the kid
who needs the string
around his mittens.
Please. But the point is...
- No phasers.
- It goes beyond phasers.
Don't draw attention
to yourself.
No hospitals. No authorities.
No security checkpoints.
Anything that can scan you--
it can find the ID implants
and vaccination chips from
a future that doesn't exist yet.
I understand.
Admiral?
While you search,
Dr. Jurati and I will try
and revive the Borg Queen.
Are you certain
you want to do that?
She is the only one
who can tell us
why we need the watcher
and perhaps give us a location.
S-So, to be clear...
wake a queen
that could kill us all,
beam from a ship with no power,
and find a watcher
who may or may not exist.
That's it, Rios.
Let's go to work.
Yes, sir.
She's still in there somewhere.
No activity in her reticular
activating system,
but this is
her communication center.
Looks like she's trying to talk
but can't wake up to speak.
When I was Locutus,
when I was a member of the Borg,
they rarely spoke audibly.
But a thought
would be shared instantly
with every Borg.
- Perhaps...
- She is talking.
But nobody can hear
because she's not connected.
I might be able to draw power
from environmental controls,
use the ship as an interface.
Repair her enough
to get her out of
this recovery mode
she's locked in.
This should have accessed her
central core system--
her-her self, I guess--
but I can't get in.
Did you have access when
you were part of the collective?
Yes.
I felt an intense euphoria
but no sense of my existence,
- just her.
- So, in theory, as Locutus,
you could fix her
from the inside.
No. She knows my mind.
Total assimilation can
take hours for a newcomer,
but me, she'd take in seconds.
- But not me.
- Absolutely not.
She doesn't know me, and she's
only operating at eight percent.
How euphoric
can eight percent be?
I-I just need to get
in there, fix her,
and you pull me out
before I'm fully assimilated.
I would be able to restore power
to the ship and restore her.
Look, you said it yourself,
we need her to know
what we have to do here.
We fail without her.
No.
Finally managed
to reroute power
from life support
to the transporters.
But at the moment, they're...
sub-computational.
I believe the technical term
is "for shit."
But we should have enough power
to squeeze out a one-way ticket.
We could've used
that power earlier.
Rotational compensation
will be off, though.
- We should land
near each other, but...
- We go in ten.
Raff, slow down, we're not
even sure where to go yet.
Markridge Industrial Tower.
I did some digging.
In 2024, it's the highest point
in Los Angeles.
We can run a complete scan
of any alien signals from there.
♪
Look for anything that'll
work in this period.
Do I still look like
a fascist bastard?
Fascist, no. Bastard...
Touché.
I'm gonna go check
on the transporter.
♪
♪
From Jurati.
- She can use them
to beam us back.
- Raff...
We can keep in contact
with each other locally,
but without a subspace relay,
not so much with the ship.
- Raffi, you've lost someone...
- I've also calibrated
the tricorder to locate
any anomalies.
- If you want to talk...
- You know, what I want
is to try to figure out
how to fix the time line
and not talk about how it felt
to watch him die.
It's only
a partial assimilation.
Halfway to hell is still
not a recommended destination.
But I'll have you.
My conscious mind will be inside
working to fix her.
My subconscious--
my-my-my fear, my emotions--
everything the Borg have no use
for will stay here with you.
So, y-you know,
sorry, ahead of time.
- Agnes, there are too many...
- As long as that part of me
remains separate,
I'll still be me.
You can monitor
the progress of my repairs
on the screen up there,
and-and once it reaches 100%,
you yank me out.
The longer you're inside her,
the stronger she becomes.
If I start to slip away,
you just pull the tubule out.
The whole procedure shuts down.
How will I know
you're in trouble?
You'll be talking to
my subconscious the entire time.
If anything goes bad,
you'll be the first
to hear about it,
that and...
how much I still miss
my grade school cat.
Good luck, everyone.
Remember, you're here
to find the watcher,
but be careful.
Don't interfere.
Everything we do here
has consequences.
I'll get you as close
as I can to Markridge Tower.
Bye, guys.
Guess it's my turn, huh?
Yes.
Agnes...
I'll be fine, mister.
I know you'll take care of...
♪
♪ All the leaves are brown♪
♪ And the sky is gray♪
♪ I went for a walk♪
♪ On a winter's day♪
♪ I'd be safe and warm♪
♪ If I was in L.A.♪
♪ California dreamin'♪
♪ Such a winter's day♪
♪ Stopped into a church...♪
Whoa.
Are you a superhero?
♪ Well, I got down
on my knees...♪
Can you keep my secret?
♪ You know, the preacher
likes the cold♪
♪ He knows I'm gonna stay.♪
Oh, oh, whoa!
- What happened?
- No idea.
Found him on the sidewalk
like this. No ID.
He wouldn't let me call the cops
or take him to the E.R.
You guys help with
this kind of stuff, right?
No hospital.
Please, please, no hospital.
Seven? Rios? Do you copy?
Your wallet. Now.
Oh, ha, money. Right.
Okay, yeah. no.
Wow, though.
Lady, I'm gonna hurt you.
Seriously?
We just got here and you're
already making friends.
Well, I don't
see you contributing
to the apocalypse fund.
Plus, he started it.
Wonderful ambassador,
up against
the backdrop
of hope meets hopelessness.
You're killing it, 2024.
You know, I've never
been able to understand
how a society could exist
with so many contradictions
and not collapse
sooner than it did.
Wh... Uh, why...
why do you look so relaxed?
- You're never relaxed.
- We should find Rios.
I was able to track
your combadge,
- but I couldn't find his.
- Hmm.
He's probably
already on his way.
Come on.
I'm not pinning my hopes
on Picard waking Her Highness.
Agnes?
- Can you hear me?
- Picard.
So many warm feelings.
Admiration, respect.
Sometimes I want to disobey you
just for spite,
but that's 'cause
I wish you were my dad.
I see we're diving into
the deep end.
I'm looking at her.
She's looking at me.
Eh, she found the humor room.
Knock, knock, don't bother.
Just full of mirrors
for useful deflection.
The Queen is making her way
through your mind.
You can push back.
I can feel her
peering through doorways.
I can hear rattling.
At first,
she is only an observer.
But while you are trying
to find her control centers,
she will be looking
for a way into...
My emotions.
She's found anger.
Whatever feelings
she is accessing,
- it is perfectly...
- Normal?
Why don't you tell me
about normal,
you pretentious prick.
Why don't you tell me
about feelings
and the last time you had one.
Oh, you pretend
to have feelings
to avoid having feelings,
so how awful must it be
to feel what you f...
New room.
She's rattling
at the door of sadness.
I hate this one.
Dark.
What if...
what if I never come out?
- You will.
- I'm so alone.
And sometimes,
it's just...
too much, too heavy,
to push through.
And then a thought occurs.
I could just stop trying.
I could lie down,
stop fighting,
let it take me,
like sleeping to death.
Stay with me, Agnes.
I can't...
I can't find my way back.
She's getting stronger now.
No longer just observing.
Listen to my voice.
Hold onto yourself, Agnes.
I am Agnes.
I am...
Sub-routine failing.
Intrusive presence detected.
- Eradicate. Assimilate.
- Agnes, remember,
you're there for a purpose.
You are to waken the Queen.
Do not let go of yourself,
or you will be assimilated.
- Agnes.
- Agnes, stay with me.
- The more I repair her,
the stronger she...
we become.
Locutus, it has been so long
since I've felt anything so
intense as this one's longing.
Picard, I'm almost there.
- I'm pulling you out.
- No, I can see so much.
The watcher, 15...
Don't!
Whose hand is this?
- Mine. Mine!
- Mine.
- Mine. Mine. Mine.
- Mine. Mine. Mine!
- Mine. Mine.
- Mine. Mine. Mine.
♪
Uh...
Come on. The higher we go, the
more I can amplify the signal.
Hey. You two can't be in here.
It's not open to the public.
Uh, so sorry.
Um, my girlfriend and I were
looking to capture an image.
Take a picture, she means.
Right, and, um...
You had a colleague,
um, tall, round?
Kevin?
- Yes.
- Yes. Kevin.
He let us up there
on our first date,
- and we just got engaged.
- And, uh, we wanted to recreate
the cellular photograph.
- Just called a picture.
And you seem like someone
with sufficient power
and authority to break a rule.
I mean, you can't let Kevin
be funner than you.
- Ew.
Kevin is not funner than me.
- Make it fast.
- Thank you.
- Strangers don't
usually like me.
You and 2024 should get a room.
Ow.
Hmm. You looked tougher.
I can take care of myself.
If I could trouble you
for some supplies, I'll be...
I'll be on my way.
Really?
You think you can walk
out of here?
Show me.
Fine.
Here I go.
Walking out of here.
Am I doing it?
You know, when the room spins
and you don't,
that means you have
a concussion.
But I'm no doctor.
What?
I'm kidding. I am a doctor.
That joke never works.
- Yeah, I-I really need to go.
- Relax. Hey.
I'm not gonna charge you,
and I'm not gonna report you.
But if you want to be
a classical guitarist,
I need to fix your hand.
It's dislocated.
I never said anything
about classical guitar.
No, but you should start.
I'm getting that vibe from you,
and I'm always right
about people.
What is this place?
My clinic.
We try to help patients
without gouging their wallets.
And sometimes,
we help the "no hospital,
no police, no papers" crowd.
What's your name?
I'm Teresa.
- Chris. Cristóbal.
- Cristóbal.
What is your happiest
childhood memory?
I see what you're doing--
concussion--
uh, my head's fine, Doctor.
Humor me.
It's got to be...
My mother, she worked
in an academy that...
uh, that trained pilots.
They had this amazing
simulator there.
So, one day, I sneak out--
I was about eight--
- I'm having the time of my life
until alarms go off.
I thought I broke
this damn thing.
Turns out I had.
I broke the highest score
of any cadet in history.
So I climb out, and admirals
and captains are there.
- Jaws on the floor,
seeing this eight-year-old kid.
And my mom...
she's looking at me, like,
pretending to be angry,
but I knew she was proud.
And she said... Aah!
Cool story.
Now let me bandage you up,
and you can rest
until the room
stops spinning, okay?
Uh-huh.
By the way, we're washing
your weird clothes,
so try not to bleed
on my scrubs.
Thanks for
the tenderness, doctor.
♪
Oh, shit.
- It's beginning.
- Not yet.
Tricorder's still attuning
to the latent frequencies.
I mean the future. Out there.
Fire poisons the sky.
Trees gone, water dry.
Soon, no food,
no breathable air.
Maybe the future we saw
starts right here.
Not if we can help it.
Look, whatever the watcher is,
if it's using any future tech,
we should be able to...
Oh, hang on, hang on.
Look, look. I-I got some...
No. Now it's gone.
Th-There was
some kind of a-a blip
near MacArthur Park.
- It's gone now.
- Interference?
- Uh, I don't know, it could be.
- It's back?
- Oh.
No, uh,
but it's Rios's combadge.
It's not far from here.
It must be on the fritz.
Look at that.
What is that? Is that Morse?
Psst, hey, kid.
That thing's not a toy,
and it's mine, so, come on.
- Finders keepers.
- Didn't your parents
ever teach you
that stealing's bad?
They're dead.
Oh. Kid, I'm so sorry. I...
Gotcha!
It's just me and mom.
- Dad remarried.
- Not cool.
You could give me something.
- What?
- For the badge.
You got to give me something,
or else you're just stealing.
And you just said
stealing's bad.
It's only logical.
Logic, okay, what do you want?
You little Vulcan.
Do you know what Vulcans are?
They're like you. They can be
really annoying sometimes.
What's this?
Mmm!
Real peanut butter.
Mmm! So good.
Oh, it's real good. Damn.
Oh, I'm sorry,
did you want some?
We could trade.
Like-like my badge for, um...
the whole plate?
- Deal?
- Deal.
I'd say he was gonna give it
to you anyway,
and you just got played.
Were you...?
Whoa.
Okay.
He's your son?
Forget the guitar,
you're a genius.
Well, he's...
he's a fighter.
Don't know where he gets it.
I'm sorry, I'm trying to figure
out where he gets it from.
You know, I'm a genius.
May I?
Put your shirt on first,
and I'll keep this
up front, you know,
so I know
you won't steal anything.
I guess that seems fair.
Hello, Locutus.
I had the strangest dream.
You were there, small companion.
- You appear to be more lucid.
- Yes.
We've arrived
before the divergence
in the time lines.
It helps my...
clarity of vision.
You said there was someone here
who could help us understand
the change in time--
a, uh, a watcher.
If you want to access
my innermost thoughts, Locutus,
you're going to have to put
something on the table.
Something that
hurts you to lose.
We lost someone dear to us
because of you.
Is this how you negotiate?
- What do you want?
- Let's see--
legs, for starters.
A chorus of thoughts
to drown the gnawing silence.
But from you, right now...
I'll settle for your ship.
Feeling better?
Okay.
- Shit, Gabi. The door!
- Shit.
What's going on?
Immigration raid.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
- What, but...
- Go, go, go, go. Come on.
Patients out back,
like we planned.
Federal officers!
- Immigration! Open up!
- Here, I'll take him.
I'll take him.
You sure you'll be okay?
Yeah, I'll buy us a few minutes.
Go, go, go!
Open the door!
It's a simple exchange, Locutus.
Give me this ship
and I will give you
the location of the watcher--
the only one here who can help
you find the change in time.
No.
I'm not going
to negotiate with you.
So you would sacrifice
the future of countless others
for your own?
Picard?
Doctor, are you all right?
Your plan worked.
Power has been restored,
along with the Queen.
However...
same leopard, same spots.
No need to keep her
activated, then.
- Agreed.
Idle human threats.
You won't deactivate me because
of your deeply flawed inability
not to hope
in the face of hopelessness.
I hold information you need.
You, against all odds,
hope I'll relent.
Therefore,
you won't deactivate me.
And with each passing second,
the mathematical probability
that I get your ship grows.
In the end,
you'll sacrifice your lives
for the future of the many.
So, in the interest
of efficiency,
shall we just fast forward?
What exactly
is the information you hold?
The location of the watcher
and when the temporal
divergence occurs.
Hmm.
Are you sure about that?
What did you do?
Where is it?
You...
Stole it.
Computer, dictate
the file logged
"Shit I stole
from the Borg Queen."
3-4-dot-0-4-8-8 North
- No one takes from me, my dear.
- 1-1-8-dot-2-5
- 1-8 West.
- Coordinates.
To find the watcher.
Ah, well done.
I suppose even higher,
cybernetic lifeforms
can get sloppy
with where they leave
secrets lying around.
But there's more, isn't there?
When it happens.
I can alm...
I can almost feel it.
It'll come to me.
What you have just done here
is more difficult
and vastly more dangerous
than you realize.
And what is that?
You've impressed me.
Come.
I think you should be
- as far away from her
as possible.
- She knows more.
Yeah, in due time.
Federal officers! Open up!
Open up!
I'm not asking again!
What do you think you're doing
breaking my door like that?
Miss, you need to calm down.
It's "doctor."
State your business.
- Damn butterflies.
We're here
to search the premises...
Or have you guys
just given up on that?
- Are you the owner
of this establishment?
- Yes.
I'm also a U.S. citizen
who knows her rights.
Hey, Doc. The patients
have been discharged,
but I got a-a bleeder that needs
your help back here, ASAP.
Look, you guys
want to trash the place,
go ahead,
but I've got a 13-year-old
with a compound fracture.
I'm trying to save his leg.
- So, Doc, come on. Let's go.
- Hold it!
That looks awfully new.
Like what you'd get
if you were a patient.
ID. Now.
I'm-I'm sorry, are-are you
my boss or something?
I feel like I missed
something here.
- Hey!
You're under arrest.
Obstruction of justice.
Both of you.
I don't know
if you're brave or stupid.
Let me guess.
No UHC card, no ID.
I'm gonna go with stupid.
- Let's take 'em in.
Rios, come in.
Are you there?
Rios, do you read me?
Rios!
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Star Trek: Picard...
What the hell is that?
An unknown entity wants to join
the Federation
and will only
talk to you about it.
Picard.
Energy spiking across the board.
Something's coming through.
Yes, Admiral.
That ship is Borg.
That's new.
She's assimilating the ship.
Not just our ship,
the entire fleet.
Activate auto-destruct sequence!
Picard,
zero-zero-zero-destruct-zero.
Mon capitaine.
You're a bit older
than I imagined.
Let me catch up.
Q...
Where is the Stargazer
and her crew?
I intervened.
Q went back in time
and changed the present.
Happy Eradication Day, dear.
I'm the president of a
xenophobic authoritarian regime.
You're also married.
What did Q do in the past?
A single change.
What was it? When was it?
2024, in Los Angeles.
There's someone there to help--
a watcher.
If we want to save the future,
- then we have to
repair the past.
- What do we do?
A slingshot maneuver at warp
to generate a temporal fissure.
Kirk's Enterprise did it
on more than one occasion.
- But they had Spock.
- And we have her.
- What the hell are you doing?
Rios, we need her
to go back in time.
Time travel is not a way
to make me feel better.
They're on to us.
- Rios!
Incoming ships
on intercept course.
- No!
- Elnor!
- Uh-uh.
♪
Throw your phasers.
All of you.
Now!
Uh-uh!
I thought a safe galaxy was
a human galaxy.
Why the concern?
You should have seen what that
one did to my security team.
How dare you.
You are interrupting
a classified operation.
I order you to stand down
at once.
Or what, dear?
Oh, I had my doubts,
but as the day wore on,
I no longer saw my Annika.
♪
You are making a grave mistake.
Am I?
Tell me,
what's my full name?
- Don't you touch her!
- Get back!
Who are you?
Elnor!
Everything's gonna
be all right, Elnor.
I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
No. No.
We need to go.
Raffi, get him to sickbay.
Rios, get us out of
this damned place.
No medical tricoder.
Goddamn it.
There's not even a trauma kit.
I can't find anything
on this goddamn ship!
Dermaline pads,
they'll stop the bleeding
- until the skin can regenerate.
I need more hands up here!
Go.
I got it.
It's okay.
You're gonna be just fine, okay?
Incoming.
How is he?
This is the only kind of life
you understand.
Shall we see
what else has been lost
in the wake of your fear?
- Q...
Doctor, how much longer?
A warp-slingshot through a solar
flare without incinerating
- is very iffy,
so I don't want to hear...
- Hurry up.
That.
Seven, target the forward ship,
starboard nacelle.
Target locked.
Hold, hold. Hold...
Fire!
Good shot.
Bastards. They're still coming!
That was a near miss...
Shield strength at 44%.
Hold on!
Allow me.
Calculating temporal trajectory.
Initiating tachyon-splinter
radiation burst.
Neutralizing threats.
Whoa.
What the...
Admiral?
I'm no longer in command
of this ship.
Move backward to go forward.
Shatter to mend.
The past is now.
♪
Hang on. She jumped us to warp.
Warp six.
Seven now.
!¡Está loco!Warp eight.
Warp nine!
Hey. Hold on, baby.
- It's okay. I got you.
9.2.
9.5!
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
Did we succeed?
Chronometer's shot.
No easy way to know.
Look for context clues.
I see no moon colony.
Fossil fuel pollution,
early ozone deterioration,
no radioactive fallout.
I-I'm guessing we're pretty
close to when we want to be.
Welcome to the Earth
of the 21st century.
♪
Nav controls are off-line.
Shields are fried.
We're caught in Earth's gravity.
I can't stop her.
We're losing power
across the board.
Reroute blast shield control.
Forward blast shields
non responsive.
I'm locked out of
my own goddamn ship!
Diverting emergency
backup power.
If I can trigger
her recovery protocols,
we might get back
some manual control.
I've regained 37% nav control.
Is that enough to land?
More like a... targeted crash.
In Los Angeles?
We can't crash
a spaceship into one of
the most populated cities
of the period.
- You got any better ideas?
- Yes.
Give me nav control.
Where are you taking us?
Home.
Status.
Everyone all right?
I-I think so.
This can't be right.
Both primary and reserve power
are draining.
Checking.
We need power in the sickbay!
Now!
The biobed is the only thing
keeping Elnor alive!
Goddamn it!
- I'm stronger than you think.
- Oh, yeah?
- Prove it.
- Can't.
Busy at the moment with...
organs.
Was that...
was that your first joke?
We need power!
Hang on, Raffi!
We're working on it, I swear.
The Queen is diverting
the power.
The time warp must've
drained her.
She's siphoning power
to save her own life.
We've got nothing up there!
Shut her down.
- Agnes, shut her down!
- We got to try and detach her.
Get these off.
Forget it.
This is taking too long.
No, Rios! We need her alive.
- My medallion.
- What?
The nuns gave it to me.
Get it for me, please.
- It's in my pocket.
- Okay.
It brings me comfort,
knowing I earned it
even in this reality.
Oh, it's-it's beautiful.
"Sem n'hak kon."
"Now is the only moment."
"Now is the only moment."
♪
♪
If we fail here,
we fail Elnor.
And everyone in our home world.
Therefore,
despite the fact that
it's against every impulse
that we feel inside us...
we have to press on.
We have to mend the time line.
- We have to...
- You should've let Rios
kill her.
The Queen is the only
known link that we have
with the fissure in time.
And we are helpless
until she is revived...
You're kidding me?
You want to wait around
and nurse her back to life?
Raffi, I know
what you are feeling...
I promise you don't.
'Cause what I'm feeling
right now
is intense...
sharp...
disappointment in leadership.
Let's put aside the fact that
we chose the goddamn Borg Queen
over Elnor for just a second.
Why has all of history
been changed?
Because of Q.
That's why.
For decades you've played games
with whatever Q is.
No, no?
'Cause that's
what the two of you do, right?
You joust.
You screw around with
people's lives for sport.
No, Raffi.
That's what he does.
Okay.
The Queen says that there
is someone who can help us.
In this time,
here in Los Angeles.
She called this individual
a watcher.
You're saying if we find them,
we can undo this nightmare of--
what'd they call it--
the-the Confederation?
- Will it bring Elnor back?
- It's impossible to determine
whether we're existing outside
a temporal causality loop.
Jurati.
We fix time...
does it bring Elnor back?
I... I don't know.
Well, I'm going with
it brings him back,
and I'm not waiting around
for that thing.
If the watcher is our only lead,
then it's probably
some alien species
that doesn't belong here,
using tech,
probably leaving
a subspace signal, meaning...
- We can track it.
- It may not want to be found.
You know,
I don't really care much.
I'm coming for it.
She's too emotional.
- Too much could go wrong.
- I'll go with her.
Me too.
You can't bring that with you.
- This?
- Yeah.
- Why not?
- Because we're 400 years
in the past.
You have to look out
for butterflies.
If you lose that,
Q won't be the only one
breaking the time line.
I'll be careful.
No, uh, y-you're like the kid
who needs the string
around his mittens.
Please. But the point is...
- No phasers.
- It goes beyond phasers.
Don't draw attention
to yourself.
No hospitals. No authorities.
No security checkpoints.
Anything that can scan you--
it can find the ID implants
and vaccination chips from
a future that doesn't exist yet.
I understand.
Admiral?
While you search,
Dr. Jurati and I will try
and revive the Borg Queen.
Are you certain
you want to do that?
She is the only one
who can tell us
why we need the watcher
and perhaps give us a location.
S-So, to be clear...
wake a queen
that could kill us all,
beam from a ship with no power,
and find a watcher
who may or may not exist.
That's it, Rios.
Let's go to work.
Yes, sir.
She's still in there somewhere.
No activity in her reticular
activating system,
but this is
her communication center.
Looks like she's trying to talk
but can't wake up to speak.
When I was Locutus,
when I was a member of the Borg,
they rarely spoke audibly.
But a thought
would be shared instantly
with every Borg.
- Perhaps...
- She is talking.
But nobody can hear
because she's not connected.
I might be able to draw power
from environmental controls,
use the ship as an interface.
Repair her enough
to get her out of
this recovery mode
she's locked in.
This should have accessed her
central core system--
her-her self, I guess--
but I can't get in.
Did you have access when
you were part of the collective?
Yes.
I felt an intense euphoria
but no sense of my existence,
- just her.
- So, in theory, as Locutus,
you could fix her
from the inside.
No. She knows my mind.
Total assimilation can
take hours for a newcomer,
but me, she'd take in seconds.
- But not me.
- Absolutely not.
She doesn't know me, and she's
only operating at eight percent.
How euphoric
can eight percent be?
I-I just need to get
in there, fix her,
and you pull me out
before I'm fully assimilated.
I would be able to restore power
to the ship and restore her.
Look, you said it yourself,
we need her to know
what we have to do here.
We fail without her.
No.
Finally managed
to reroute power
from life support
to the transporters.
But at the moment, they're...
sub-computational.
I believe the technical term
is "for shit."
But we should have enough power
to squeeze out a one-way ticket.
We could've used
that power earlier.
Rotational compensation
will be off, though.
- We should land
near each other, but...
- We go in ten.
Raff, slow down, we're not
even sure where to go yet.
Markridge Industrial Tower.
I did some digging.
In 2024, it's the highest point
in Los Angeles.
We can run a complete scan
of any alien signals from there.
♪
Look for anything that'll
work in this period.
Do I still look like
a fascist bastard?
Fascist, no. Bastard...
Touché.
I'm gonna go check
on the transporter.
♪
♪
From Jurati.
- She can use them
to beam us back.
- Raff...
We can keep in contact
with each other locally,
but without a subspace relay,
not so much with the ship.
- Raffi, you've lost someone...
- I've also calibrated
the tricorder to locate
any anomalies.
- If you want to talk...
- You know, what I want
is to try to figure out
how to fix the time line
and not talk about how it felt
to watch him die.
It's only
a partial assimilation.
Halfway to hell is still
not a recommended destination.
But I'll have you.
My conscious mind will be inside
working to fix her.
My subconscious--
my-my-my fear, my emotions--
everything the Borg have no use
for will stay here with you.
So, y-you know,
sorry, ahead of time.
- Agnes, there are too many...
- As long as that part of me
remains separate,
I'll still be me.
You can monitor
the progress of my repairs
on the screen up there,
and-and once it reaches 100%,
you yank me out.
The longer you're inside her,
the stronger she becomes.
If I start to slip away,
you just pull the tubule out.
The whole procedure shuts down.
How will I know
you're in trouble?
You'll be talking to
my subconscious the entire time.
If anything goes bad,
you'll be the first
to hear about it,
that and...
how much I still miss
my grade school cat.
Good luck, everyone.
Remember, you're here
to find the watcher,
but be careful.
Don't interfere.
Everything we do here
has consequences.
I'll get you as close
as I can to Markridge Tower.
Bye, guys.
Guess it's my turn, huh?
Yes.
Agnes...
I'll be fine, mister.
I know you'll take care of...
♪
♪ All the leaves are brown♪
♪ And the sky is gray♪
♪ I went for a walk♪
♪ On a winter's day♪
♪ I'd be safe and warm♪
♪ If I was in L.A.♪
♪ California dreamin'♪
♪ Such a winter's day♪
♪ Stopped into a church...♪
Whoa.
Are you a superhero?
♪ Well, I got down
on my knees...♪
Can you keep my secret?
♪ You know, the preacher
likes the cold♪
♪ He knows I'm gonna stay.♪
Oh, oh, whoa!
- What happened?
- No idea.
Found him on the sidewalk
like this. No ID.
He wouldn't let me call the cops
or take him to the E.R.
You guys help with
this kind of stuff, right?
No hospital.
Please, please, no hospital.
Seven? Rios? Do you copy?
Your wallet. Now.
Oh, ha, money. Right.
Okay, yeah. no.
Wow, though.
Lady, I'm gonna hurt you.
Seriously?
We just got here and you're
already making friends.
Well, I don't
see you contributing
to the apocalypse fund.
Plus, he started it.
Wonderful ambassador,
up against
the backdrop
of hope meets hopelessness.
You're killing it, 2024.
You know, I've never
been able to understand
how a society could exist
with so many contradictions
and not collapse
sooner than it did.
Wh... Uh, why...
why do you look so relaxed?
- You're never relaxed.
- We should find Rios.
I was able to track
your combadge,
- but I couldn't find his.
- Hmm.
He's probably
already on his way.
Come on.
I'm not pinning my hopes
on Picard waking Her Highness.
Agnes?
- Can you hear me?
- Picard.
So many warm feelings.
Admiration, respect.
Sometimes I want to disobey you
just for spite,
but that's 'cause
I wish you were my dad.
I see we're diving into
the deep end.
I'm looking at her.
She's looking at me.
Eh, she found the humor room.
Knock, knock, don't bother.
Just full of mirrors
for useful deflection.
The Queen is making her way
through your mind.
You can push back.
I can feel her
peering through doorways.
I can hear rattling.
At first,
she is only an observer.
But while you are trying
to find her control centers,
she will be looking
for a way into...
My emotions.
She's found anger.
Whatever feelings
she is accessing,
- it is perfectly...
- Normal?
Why don't you tell me
about normal,
you pretentious prick.
Why don't you tell me
about feelings
and the last time you had one.
Oh, you pretend
to have feelings
to avoid having feelings,
so how awful must it be
to feel what you f...
New room.
She's rattling
at the door of sadness.
I hate this one.
Dark.
What if...
what if I never come out?
- You will.
- I'm so alone.
And sometimes,
it's just...
too much, too heavy,
to push through.
And then a thought occurs.
I could just stop trying.
I could lie down,
stop fighting,
let it take me,
like sleeping to death.
Stay with me, Agnes.
I can't...
I can't find my way back.
She's getting stronger now.
No longer just observing.
Listen to my voice.
Hold onto yourself, Agnes.
I am Agnes.
I am...
Sub-routine failing.
Intrusive presence detected.
- Eradicate. Assimilate.
- Agnes, remember,
you're there for a purpose.
You are to waken the Queen.
Do not let go of yourself,
or you will be assimilated.
- Agnes.
- Agnes, stay with me.
- The more I repair her,
the stronger she...
we become.
Locutus, it has been so long
since I've felt anything so
intense as this one's longing.
Picard, I'm almost there.
- I'm pulling you out.
- No, I can see so much.
The watcher, 15...
Don't!
Whose hand is this?
- Mine. Mine!
- Mine.
- Mine. Mine. Mine.
- Mine. Mine. Mine!
- Mine. Mine.
- Mine. Mine. Mine.
♪
Uh...
Come on. The higher we go, the
more I can amplify the signal.
Hey. You two can't be in here.
It's not open to the public.
Uh, so sorry.
Um, my girlfriend and I were
looking to capture an image.
Take a picture, she means.
Right, and, um...
You had a colleague,
um, tall, round?
Kevin?
- Yes.
- Yes. Kevin.
He let us up there
on our first date,
- and we just got engaged.
- And, uh, we wanted to recreate
the cellular photograph.
- Just called a picture.
And you seem like someone
with sufficient power
and authority to break a rule.
I mean, you can't let Kevin
be funner than you.
- Ew.
Kevin is not funner than me.
- Make it fast.
- Thank you.
- Strangers don't
usually like me.
You and 2024 should get a room.
Ow.
Hmm. You looked tougher.
I can take care of myself.
If I could trouble you
for some supplies, I'll be...
I'll be on my way.
Really?
You think you can walk
out of here?
Show me.
Fine.
Here I go.
Walking out of here.
Am I doing it?
You know, when the room spins
and you don't,
that means you have
a concussion.
But I'm no doctor.
What?
I'm kidding. I am a doctor.
That joke never works.
- Yeah, I-I really need to go.
- Relax. Hey.
I'm not gonna charge you,
and I'm not gonna report you.
But if you want to be
a classical guitarist,
I need to fix your hand.
It's dislocated.
I never said anything
about classical guitar.
No, but you should start.
I'm getting that vibe from you,
and I'm always right
about people.
What is this place?
My clinic.
We try to help patients
without gouging their wallets.
And sometimes,
we help the "no hospital,
no police, no papers" crowd.
What's your name?
I'm Teresa.
- Chris. Cristóbal.
- Cristóbal.
What is your happiest
childhood memory?
I see what you're doing--
concussion--
uh, my head's fine, Doctor.
Humor me.
It's got to be...
My mother, she worked
in an academy that...
uh, that trained pilots.
They had this amazing
simulator there.
So, one day, I sneak out--
I was about eight--
- I'm having the time of my life
until alarms go off.
I thought I broke
this damn thing.
Turns out I had.
I broke the highest score
of any cadet in history.
So I climb out, and admirals
and captains are there.
- Jaws on the floor,
seeing this eight-year-old kid.
And my mom...
she's looking at me, like,
pretending to be angry,
but I knew she was proud.
And she said... Aah!
Cool story.
Now let me bandage you up,
and you can rest
until the room
stops spinning, okay?
Uh-huh.
By the way, we're washing
your weird clothes,
so try not to bleed
on my scrubs.
Thanks for
the tenderness, doctor.
♪
Oh, shit.
- It's beginning.
- Not yet.
Tricorder's still attuning
to the latent frequencies.
I mean the future. Out there.
Fire poisons the sky.
Trees gone, water dry.
Soon, no food,
no breathable air.
Maybe the future we saw
starts right here.
Not if we can help it.
Look, whatever the watcher is,
if it's using any future tech,
we should be able to...
Oh, hang on, hang on.
Look, look. I-I got some...
No. Now it's gone.
Th-There was
some kind of a-a blip
near MacArthur Park.
- It's gone now.
- Interference?
- Uh, I don't know, it could be.
- It's back?
- Oh.
No, uh,
but it's Rios's combadge.
It's not far from here.
It must be on the fritz.
Look at that.
What is that? Is that Morse?
Psst, hey, kid.
That thing's not a toy,
and it's mine, so, come on.
- Finders keepers.
- Didn't your parents
ever teach you
that stealing's bad?
They're dead.
Oh. Kid, I'm so sorry. I...
Gotcha!
It's just me and mom.
- Dad remarried.
- Not cool.
You could give me something.
- What?
- For the badge.
You got to give me something,
or else you're just stealing.
And you just said
stealing's bad.
It's only logical.
Logic, okay, what do you want?
You little Vulcan.
Do you know what Vulcans are?
They're like you. They can be
really annoying sometimes.
What's this?
Mmm!
Real peanut butter.
Mmm! So good.
Oh, it's real good. Damn.
Oh, I'm sorry,
did you want some?
We could trade.
Like-like my badge for, um...
the whole plate?
- Deal?
- Deal.
I'd say he was gonna give it
to you anyway,
and you just got played.
Were you...?
Whoa.
Okay.
He's your son?
Forget the guitar,
you're a genius.
Well, he's...
he's a fighter.
Don't know where he gets it.
I'm sorry, I'm trying to figure
out where he gets it from.
You know, I'm a genius.
May I?
Put your shirt on first,
and I'll keep this
up front, you know,
so I know
you won't steal anything.
I guess that seems fair.
Hello, Locutus.
I had the strangest dream.
You were there, small companion.
- You appear to be more lucid.
- Yes.
We've arrived
before the divergence
in the time lines.
It helps my...
clarity of vision.
You said there was someone here
who could help us understand
the change in time--
a, uh, a watcher.
If you want to access
my innermost thoughts, Locutus,
you're going to have to put
something on the table.
Something that
hurts you to lose.
We lost someone dear to us
because of you.
Is this how you negotiate?
- What do you want?
- Let's see--
legs, for starters.
A chorus of thoughts
to drown the gnawing silence.
But from you, right now...
I'll settle for your ship.
Feeling better?
Okay.
- Shit, Gabi. The door!
- Shit.
What's going on?
Immigration raid.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
- What, but...
- Go, go, go, go. Come on.
Patients out back,
like we planned.
Federal officers!
- Immigration! Open up!
- Here, I'll take him.
I'll take him.
You sure you'll be okay?
Yeah, I'll buy us a few minutes.
Go, go, go!
Open the door!
It's a simple exchange, Locutus.
Give me this ship
and I will give you
the location of the watcher--
the only one here who can help
you find the change in time.
No.
I'm not going
to negotiate with you.
So you would sacrifice
the future of countless others
for your own?
Picard?
Doctor, are you all right?
Your plan worked.
Power has been restored,
along with the Queen.
However...
same leopard, same spots.
No need to keep her
activated, then.
- Agreed.
Idle human threats.
You won't deactivate me because
of your deeply flawed inability
not to hope
in the face of hopelessness.
I hold information you need.
You, against all odds,
hope I'll relent.
Therefore,
you won't deactivate me.
And with each passing second,
the mathematical probability
that I get your ship grows.
In the end,
you'll sacrifice your lives
for the future of the many.
So, in the interest
of efficiency,
shall we just fast forward?
What exactly
is the information you hold?
The location of the watcher
and when the temporal
divergence occurs.
Hmm.
Are you sure about that?
What did you do?
Where is it?
You...
Stole it.
Computer, dictate
the file logged
"Shit I stole
from the Borg Queen."
3-4-dot-0-4-8-8 North
- No one takes from me, my dear.
- 1-1-8-dot-2-5
- 1-8 West.
- Coordinates.
To find the watcher.
Ah, well done.
I suppose even higher,
cybernetic lifeforms
can get sloppy
with where they leave
secrets lying around.
But there's more, isn't there?
When it happens.
I can alm...
I can almost feel it.
It'll come to me.
What you have just done here
is more difficult
and vastly more dangerous
than you realize.
And what is that?
You've impressed me.
Come.
I think you should be
- as far away from her
as possible.
- She knows more.
Yeah, in due time.
Federal officers! Open up!
Open up!
I'm not asking again!
What do you think you're doing
breaking my door like that?
Miss, you need to calm down.
It's "doctor."
State your business.
- Damn butterflies.
We're here
to search the premises...
Or have you guys
just given up on that?
- Are you the owner
of this establishment?
- Yes.
I'm also a U.S. citizen
who knows her rights.
Hey, Doc. The patients
have been discharged,
but I got a-a bleeder that needs
your help back here, ASAP.
Look, you guys
want to trash the place,
go ahead,
but I've got a 13-year-old
with a compound fracture.
I'm trying to save his leg.
- So, Doc, come on. Let's go.
- Hold it!
That looks awfully new.
Like what you'd get
if you were a patient.
ID. Now.
I'm-I'm sorry, are-are you
my boss or something?
I feel like I missed
something here.
- Hey!
You're under arrest.
Obstruction of justice.
Both of you.
I don't know
if you're brave or stupid.
Let me guess.
No UHC card, no ID.
I'm gonna go with stupid.
- Let's take 'em in.
Rios, come in.
Are you there?
Rios, do you read me?
Rios!
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