Star Trek: Prodigy (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 16 - Episode #1.16 - full transcript

- The "Protostar" is
refusing our hails

from within the Neutral Zone.

- We can't go in,
they won't come out.

Whatever trouble they're
in, they've locked us out.

- This piece, it's beautiful.

- Chopin's "Prelude No. 4"

His work always helps
me bide the time.

It worries me. These thieves
evaded the Tal Shiar,

not to mention our
Federation starship.

Save for my brief encounter,

we still have no idea
who we're dealing with.



- That's not quite
true. Not anymore.

Communications identified

a non-Federation
subspace transmission.

It's a bounty seeking
"The Unwanted."

Look familiar?
- Dal R'El, Jankom Pog,

Rok-Tahk...

So we finally have
names to faces.

But why won't they
answer our hails?

- Until then, we bide our time.

Ah, ah, ah!

No, no!

- Easy, easy!

We're trying to fix the
auxiliary warp drive,

not destroy it.



- I don't fix things.
- That's your job.

- With the Admiral
watching our every move,

it's everyone's job.

If we can't start charging
for our next Proto-Jump,

we'll never be able to
leave the Neutral Zone.

- No need to blame others now.

We're all in this mess together.

- Don't take it personal.

He's still sensitive
about the augment-thing.

- The "augment-thing"?

Forgive me if I
need more than a day

to come to terms with being
a failed genetic experiment.

Not that any of you care.

- Uhh, you're not the only one
on the ship with a sob story.

- Well, who can top that?

- Is your father
hunting you down?

- So maybe Gwyn has me beat.

- I wouldn't be so sure.

- We each have
things in our past

we wish to forget.

Some more than others.

- Hey, why would
you read my mind?

- Because I care.
- You know what?

We could use a break.

So, tell us, kid, how did
you wind up on Tars Lamora?

- Oh. You don't
wanna hear that.

- Come on, of course we do, kid.

- Come on, Rok.
- Do tell.

- You can tell us.

- They called me The Monster.

Ah, ah!

- Every hero needs
something to fight,

and people came from
all over to watch...

that hero fight me.

Mm-mm!

I tried to scare the hero.

But heroes

aren't scared easily.

- Yah! Ah-ha!
- And the crowd couldn't wait

to see the hero win.

At first, doing the
show wasn't so bad.

It was actually kinda fun.

After every fight, I had
a bowl full of Nutri-goop.

And good company.

I even got to play
with his sword.

It was just the hero and me.

We didn't share a language.

Just a word here or there.

But we could still tell a story.

Yah!

We loved seeing how
happy we made the fans.

But the fans weren't happy

to see me, and suddenly,

it wasn't fun anymore.

I thought it was just pretend,

but maybe I am the monster.

Ahh!

One day, I just had enough.

Ahh!

But then...

something funny happened.

- Hm! Uh!

- Ahh! Ha ha!

Ohh!

Ahh!

Whoa!

Oh, oh!

Ohh!

Oh!

For the first time,

I was a hero.

After the fight, I didn't
get a bowl full of goop...

only half.

And my good company,
well, he was sad...

'cause he knew people
didn't come from all around

to see a monster be a hero.

And that's when
they hauled me off.

Don't feel bad.

If it didn't happen, I
wouldn't have met you.

- That's why you
don't like fighting.

- It helps to talk about it.

- Perhaps we should
get back to work.

The ship isn't
going to fix itself.

Whoa!

- We're in the Neutral
Zone. The ship can wait.

You, on the other hand,
need some attention.

- Jankom will handle
it. Be done in a jiff.

- So you can read their minds,

but what about yours?
- Yeah.

How di a Medusan end up
in the Delta Quadrant?

- I wasn't always in
this containment suit.

I remember how I
used to be so free.

And we never had to speak.

We just were.

Curious minds who'd
left their home world

long, long ago to explore.

Yah!

- I'm so sorry.

Zero, I had no idea.

- I thought my daughter and I
were the only Vau N'Akat left.

- You don't remember
what they did?

- The Medusan
shattered his mind.

- Who? Starfleet?

They saved me.

- They destroyed our world.

Help me. Help me remember.

If you
can believe it,

there was once a time
we were the same age.

You were entice by
Starfleet's lies

of bold new worlds,

but a great many were
wary of their promises

Why would we join a
primitive allegiance

when it was them who
stood the most to gain?

Years of infighting
rotted our decency,

replacing it with fear,
anger, violence, civil war.

The Federation refused
to choose a side,

abandoned us to face decades
of our own self-annihilation.

Hope of Solum was dead.

Until decades later,
the sky tore open

and hope returned.

I remember seeing the
"Protostar" arrive

through the wormhole
with my own eyes.

They called it an accident,

but we knew it was fate.

- They had no idea how starved
we were for retribution.

- Mayday! Mayday!

We're lost somewhere
in the Delta Quadrant.

The "Protostar's"
sustained heavy damage

after passing through
a temporal anomaly.

Ah!

- We took them prisoner.

- Ah!

- And weaponized their ship

with our last
surviving Construct

to be sent back in time
to destroy Starfleet

before they could ever
make First Contact.

But on the eve of our launch,

the Starfleet prisoners escaped.

Unable to board

or deactivate the weapon,
they had one last resort...

They sent the "Protostar"

back into the time
anomaly it came from,

without a crew to guide it.

Without us.

Our salvation lost in the past.

- We had no way to track
where or when it landed.

Any chance of saving
Solum was gone.

But it couldn't be!

We wouldn't allow it!

- Which is why we
formed The Order.

- Our greatest minds said
the odds of finding it

were 1% at best.

So we sent a hundred
ships to spite the odds.

- Yes! Each of us took
the last of our fleet,

one ship, one Drednok.

It was desperate,
but all we had.

We gave up our
lives, our futures,

our identities to protect Solum.

Lone soldiers with
singular purpose.

You became The Diviner, and I...

The Vindicator.

- Few survived as the
wormhole collapsed.

Ah!

None of us knew when or where

we would end up.

- Yet, we arrived here,
in the Alpha Quadrant

three years ago.

And that's why you haven't aged.

- I infiltrated our enemies.

Hitched a ride with
the only person

just as determined
to find it as I was.

Imagine my surprise when we
found you alone on Tars Lamora.

I spent
20 years searching.

I thought I wasn't going to
live long enough to see it.

- So you defied The
Order and made a progeny.

You had to ensure the
mission was completed.

But tell me, why
did she betray us?

- She met a boy

Ha! I fixed it!

- I think you mean we fixed it.

- It's called being a
part of a team, Captain.

- Would you look at that.
The Proto-Core is responding,

and it looks like the
systems need to reboot

before it'll start to charge.
- Ugh!

How long will that take?

- Hey, the holodeck is
back up and running.

Maybe the team could kill
some time while we wait.

- Actually, I prefer to
hear more of your stories.

We never heard from you, Jankom.

- You are the most
miserable of the lot.

I bet you have an
interesting story.

- Oh, he has an
especially good one.

Would you
like to tell my story,

or should Jankom?

Fine. So, you'd expect
being a noble Tellarite,

Jankom had a royal upbringing.

But it was a royal
pain.

Pre-Federation on Tellar Prime,

the orphans were enlisted
for deep space missions.

Lemme tell you, waking up
in a cryo-sleep chamber

ain't no picnic.

Warning, warning, warning.

Huh? Huh.

Ah.
What's the deal?

Why'd I wake up so early?

- I am the M-M-Miner
Transport Emergency Assistant.

- Uhh...
- Please state

your full name and query.
- Ugh.

I said, why'd I wake up?

Do not compute.

Please state your
full name and query.

- Ahh! My name is Jankom Pog.

Ugh! Turn my cryopod back on.

I gotta go back to sleep.
- Request denied.

Emergency in progress.

- Then wake the engineer.
I'm only a trainee.

- Do not compute.
State your...

- Jankom Pog would like you
to wake up a real engineer.

- Request denied.
- Gah!

- Emergency in progress.
- Okay, okay.

I can fix it.

Huh. What do ya know?

Percussive
maintenance.

I did it again.

Oh, boy.

- Oops. Air flow in the
engine room obstructed.

- Ugh, I can fix it.

- Please state your
full name and...

No, no, no.

Ahh, Jankom Pog!
Jankom Pog can fix it.

Ahh.

- Oops. Fire suppression
system failing.

- Ah. Ahh!

Jankom Pog can fix it.

- Oops. Arboretum
needs attention.

- Whoa! Ahh! Oh! Oh!

Jankom Pog can fix it!
- Oops. Electrical problems.

J-J-Jankom Pog

can f-f-fix it!
- Oops. Toilet blockage.

- Ugh, Jankom Pog's
not fixing that.

Jankom
Pog can't fix it.

Oops. Insufficient power.

- Ahh, Jankom Pog!
Jankom Pog can fix it.

- Oops. Cracked warp core.
- Ohh! Jankom Pog can...

- Oops. Oops.
- Jankom Pog can fix it!

- All systems now optimal.

- So, uh, Jankom Pog is done?

- Yes, Jankom.
Now you can rest.

Ohh.

Ohh. Ha.

Huh...

- Oops. Oxygen
levels depleting.

- What? No, no, no, no!

You said Jankom Pog could rest!

That's not rest. You liar!

- Your excess exertion means
there is not enough air left

for the 30 life signs aboard
to reach their destination.

- Uh, what if there were 29?

- Goodbye, Jankom Pog.

You made for an
excellent engineer.

Thank you, Boxy.

And when the others wake
up and ask who saved them,

speak my name.

Let them shout it
from the stars.

- Please state your
full name and...

- What? Are you kidding me?

It's me, Jankom Pog...
Aww, you know what?

Forget it. Jankom
Pog is outta here.

Jankom Pog fixed it.

So...
there Jankom was,

drifting endlessly, stinking
up my pod, and then...

Caught by a Kazon.
- All those Tellarites,

and they'll never
know your noble act.

- Royalty, if you ask me.

- Aww!
- Ah!

- All your stories,
everything you shared,

I guess we all have a past.

- And together, a
brighter future.

- We never asked Murf.

Got anything you wanna share?

- Well done, crew.

The "Protostar" is prepped
and primed to charge.

- Whew, already?

Feels like we've been
talking the whole time.

- Give it a whirl, kid.

- Nothing ventured,
nothing gained.

Ehh?

- Finally, it's working!

Now, as soon as
it's fully loaded,

we can blast outta here.

- A ship is only as
good as its crew.

- What about you, Janeway?

- What about me?

- What was Janeway like...
Eh, before she was a hologram?

- Yeah! We'd love to know.

- Well, now, have I ever
told you about Mollie?

- Who's Mollie?

- She was the runt
of the litter.

Sounds like Jankom.

Hang on!

- Kidnapped, sold, traded...

They're not criminals,
they're just some kids

who found themselves
way over their heads.

- Perhaps it's not them
we should be after.

But who put this bounty out?

- The Diviner?

- A serious name
for what I presume

is a serious individual.

- Perhaps it's serious enough
to jog our guest's memory.

- Where is he?

- Hmm, scans show he's with
Ensign Asencia in her quarters.

- Thank you, Commander.
You have the bridge.

It's time we get to
the bottom of this.

Security, dig up
anything you can

about an individual
named The Diviner.

Alert me of any findings.

What is this?

- What are you doing?

- Ensuring the mission.