Last season on Star Trek Discovery:
As long as there's any possibility
of Control gaining access to Discovery's Sphere data,
everything will die. Always.
You are proposing we remove Discovery from the galactic equation entirely?
Discovery has to go to the future
to take the data out of this time,
assuming I don't get lost in the wormhole. It's a one-way trip.
My mother should have returned to her anchor point on Terralysium.
So hopefully I will land there. Apparently, this is what I'm meant to do.
I love you, all of you.
We are here because we're staying with you.
- No. - We're not asking permission.
I am sure what you are about to say will be beautiful but it is done, Michael,
and we are running out of time.
I only wish I could be certain of your safety.
I'll send the last signal.
I'll send it through the wormhole when we get to the other side.
I will watch the stars for it.
Burnham to Discovery, let's go.
We are on our way.
Book, you son of a bitch!
Little busy here, Cosmo.
You stole what I stole!
So what?
That's my cargo and you took it from me!
It doesn't belong to you, it belongs to itself.
Open your damn mind.
I will hunt you like a...
Nope.
Warning: Space-time anomaly detected.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Increase power to reverse thrusters and switch to manual altitude control!
Unable to comply.
Initiate heat shield!
Emergency heat shield initiated.
Fatal impact imminent, propulsion systems unresponsive.
- Full system reboot! - Rebooting.
Rebooting.
Come on! Come on, come on!
Reboot complete.
Increase power to reverse thrusters and activate impact shield!
Life support failure.
Initiating deactivation sequence.
Burnham...
to Discovery.
Burnham to Discovery.
Discovery, do you copy?
Identify space-time location.
You have reached year 3,188.
Computer, life readings.
Is there life here?
Anywhere?
Multiple life signs detected.
Yes!
Wormhole closing.
No, no!
No, no, no.
Set temporal coordinates for location 5499 section 16,
course heading 214, mark five. Initiate final signal
upon closure of spatial rift, then initiate self-destruct sequence.
Activate propulsion, now!
Sequence initiated.
Hydration pack, emergency ration pack...
phaser, Delta shield.
Commander Michael Burnham, Starfleet.
Commander Michael Burnham, Science Officer, U.S.S. Discovery.
Serial number, SCOO64-0974 SHN.
Science Officer, U.S.S. Discovery.
Serial number SCOO64-0974 SHN.
Stand up.
Walk.
- Stop it! - It doesn't belong to you!
You think you can just take it because you knocked me out of the sky?
I'm not trying to take anything.
- That was an accident! - No one comes out here by accident!
I am telling you, stop! Now, nobody has to get hurt.
- You might. - I am not fighting you!
You're fighting me. My name-
I don't want to know.
Listen.
I listen better without you holding that antique to my head.
- You want to put that down? - No.
Okay. On three?
- One- - I'm counting!
Fine, you count. Damn.
One... two... three.
- My name is- - I do not want your acquaintance.
The nearest natural wormhole is 100 light-years from here.
That means you came out of a wormhole you created with tech from I don't know where.
You think ripping holes in space is a good idea?
Wasn't bad enough for you
the Gorn destroyed two light-years worth of subspace?
Wait, the Gorn did what?
How many people do you think are on channels right now saying:
"I saw a crazy woman in a funny suit.
Anyone wanna buy some last-known coordinates?"
Where'd you get that weapon? I don't wanna know.
Your Rocket Girl outfit scanned for tritanium alloy.
- Hasn't been anything like that in years. - Do not call me Rocket Girl.
You're not from around these parts.
Go back to your own parts.
I can't.
Is this Terralysium?
It's Hima. Who are you?
Never mind. I don't wanna know.
Where is Hima?
- What star system? - I'm on the clock.
- What sector? - Bye-bye.
- What quadrant? - Shh.
My name is Michael-
It was not my intention to crash into your ship.
I am sorry... for all of it.
What's your name?
- I lost my crew. - Oh, yeah?
They may be dead. I don't know where I am.
I have nowhere to go back to.
The only thing I can do right now is trust something...
or someone, and I am sorry you don't want it to be...
but it's you.
So please.
Please help me.
Comms.
Hey! Don't touch anything.
Transmitter, receiver, subspace amplifier.
- Nice. - You know what'd be really nice?
If you could whip up a new dilithium recrystallizer.
Mine cracked like a lychee when you ran into my ship.
I gotta get my cargo to a certain planet by a certain time,
so unless you have benamite lying around,
and no one does, I can't fly quantum slipstream.
Tachyon solar cells are slow as shit,
and don't even get me started on trilithium.
All of which means, thanks to you, I need more dilithium.
And the only place I can trade for it is at the Mercantile,
and there is nothing good about me sticking my head up at the Mercantile.
Right, baby?
You have a very large cat.
Yes.
She has a thyroid condition.
Does she have a name?
Grudge.
- Because... - She's heavy...
and all mine.
The Mercantile.
Is there a subspace comms array there? A way that I can contact my ship?
They've got nothing unless you got something to trade.
You have something? Because I need dilithium and I'm space broke.
Apparently, I have antiques.
Can you get the dilithium you need for this? It's a tricorder.
- Cover that uniform. Try to look normal. - You ever gonna tell me your name?
Book. My name is Book.
Your cargo is temperature sensitive?
And you don't want anyone else to find it.
I'm guessing your cargo used to be someone else's cargo.
- It was never his. - You stole it.
I repatriated it.
- You're a thief. - Courier.
Someone needs something to get somewhere, I bring it.
And I can say two things about you:
That moral compass of yours led you straight into a mid-space collision
- that could've killed both of us. - What's the other thing?
You believe in ghosts.
- What does that mean? - That badge on your shirt.
Sometimes you see a guy with one of those badges
getting himself all worked up about the Federation.
The old days.
True believers.
Can't handle that it's gone.
The Federation is gone?
That's impossible.
What happened?
Beats me.
What happened?
Collapsed, I guess.
It was a long time ago, after the Burn.
What's the Burn?
How can you not know this stuff? Seriously, where are you from?
I don't want to know.
Please.
The Burn was the day the galaxy took a hard left.
Dilithium.
One day most of it just went, "Boom. "
Dilithium is the heart of every warp-capable ship.
What does that mean? Did it destabilize?
- How? - I don't know. A lot of people died.
Federation couldn't say for sure what happened, or why,
or that it wouldn't happen again.
Think they tried to hang on, but after a while,
they just weren't around anymore.
That's not possible.
- Okay. - When?
A hundred, 120 years ago? Before I was born.
No.
No, the Federation isn't just about ships and warp drive.
It's about a vision and all those who believe in that vision.
That's nice.
Do yourself a favor and take off that badge before we get to Requiem.
Next!
Stand here.
The Andorians and the Orions are working together?
They don't get a lot of walk-ins here.
Follow my lead. Try not to get us shot.
Next, step up.
She stays out there.
She's got something.
I don't know what that is, and if I did, I wouldn't care.
She's not a courier, she stays out there.
Pretend you're not Andorian for one second
and don't be a surly bastard.
You know those antique collectors who love to live in the past?
This stuff's like the Holy Grail to them.
I know Andorians don't do fun, but there's a real market for this stuff.
Your bosses are watching.
You wanna be the one who tells them you turned away a prime supplier.
Fine.
- No identification, no- - Let them in.
- I wouldn't if it were up to me. - It's not.
This is gonna go bad if you have to have the last word.
Where's the communications hub?
Relax, I told you I'd take you there so you can call your damn ship.
Order 7543...
How does this work?
Holo Seller fixes a price for an item.
Holo Buyer negotiates, they make a deal.
Regulator signs off, confirms payment to the Orions.
Orions pay couriers like me
just enough dilithium to pick up the item and make delivery.
Then it's back here for another go-round.
Every now and then, we get to make a deal for ourselves.
Like your tricorder.
A portable transporter?
Huh.
Subspace array's through here. Keep your head down.
We set now?
A deal's a deal.
I hope you get what you need for it.
Good luck.
This is their vault, not their comms. You're in a stasis beam.
You don't know what you're doing. My- My crew.
Everybody's got a story. A broken tricorder won't cut it.
I need all the dilithium I can get to finish my run.
When I get out of this, I am coming for you.
You and everybody else.
I'm sorry.
Do not move. You are under arrest.
So even if you managed to get into our vault...
what makes you think you could get out of here alive?
- That wasn't rhetorical. Answer. - Where's your ship?
Who are you working with?
- I don't have a ship. - Yes, you do.
- or you wouldn't be here. - She's working with somebody.
- Where's the vintage tech? - He asked where's the merchandise?
I got robbed in the stasis beam.
Nobody's that stupid.
- I am gonna hurt that man. - Who?
This is taking too long.
I'm hungry, let's get a sandwich.
Oh!
Damn.
Finally.
Here we go.
Well, that's not right.
Did you adjust the dosage again?
I've told you so many times not to do that!
This stuff has a real, integral consciousness.
Yeah. It makes people truthful. They talk.
Yes! I feel that! I feel you!
I get it! I have a friend. You can't give her any.
- Where did you get the vintage gear? - Vintage's a matter of perspective.
To me, you are aqua, to me, you are forest green.
How are you connected to the Federation?
I'm dying to talk about it. I'm dying to talk about it
because today does not happen to people...
ever.
I might be angry about it. I'm supportive.
I mean, I'm so supportive.
I am reflexively supportive and what is that about?
I'm overcompensating.
I gotta talk to someone. You need to sit. Can you sit?
It's a super cool story, it's just in a completely devastating way.
Hadley, look, I need more dilithium or I'm done.
Uh-huh.
I need you to access your highest self in this moment.
Why?
I'm accessing my highest self.
Can we both just imagine what this world would feel like
- if we accessed- - If you stop talking? Yes.
That would feel nice,
which is why I'm walking away now. No deal.
What-? Hadley, wait.
You're welcome.
Move.
Slowly.
Cosmo, nice to see you again.
Shut up!
We left everything that I have ever known
or loved behind me for the sake of creation! Right?
If you think about it, let's be honest...
I saved all the things.
Oh... And then I shot out of a wormhole and I hit a guy.
What guy?
Uh, him, him. You know, I- He- He stole somebody's cargo
- and he can't fly for shit. He- - Wait.
One of our guys?
- A courier? - Yeah!
You have a real problem if your couriers are stealing stuff
and then colliding with thousand-year-old women in space.
What cargo was he hauling?
I don't know, but it was temperature-sensitive
and valuable, so it's probably ice cream.
- Is he still in the building? - What's his name?
Book.
Where is it?
I'm going to slow-roast Grudge
and feed her to the starving.
Keep her name out of your mouth, Cosmo.
She'll feed a whole planet.
She's a queen.
Stop!
- Gotta go. - Is that him?
Yep.
- Hey. - Hi.
Hello to you, too.
Does anyone care if I shoot him?
You're not allowed a weapon in here.
He stole my cargo.
Let me shoot him.
Get our cargo back first.
Fine. Can I shoot her, then?
Aw, man.
Do you think I'm compensating for something?
They sprayed you with that stuff, didn't they?
They sure did.
Adrenaline will knock it out of you in a bit.
Okay.
What?
Give me the dilithium. Throw it, you can come with me.
I am done being reflexively supportive!
Come on!
Where is the comms array?
Hang on.
We have to move, they'll be tracking the-
I need to call my ship.
First things first.
We have to go.
- Go, go, go! - Oh.
- Get us out of here! - It needs 30 seconds to recharge!
I may have broken your nose earlier. I apologize.
- You saying that in case we die? - Yup!
Book, come on.
It's still charging!
- Okay, you're about to be really mad! - What?
They can't track us underwater or into solid material.
You're welcome.
- You pushed me off a cliff. - I told you, you were gonna be mad.
If you're thinking about punching me again, we're alive.
I could've guessed coordinates inside a rock.
But they'll find us soon enough.
Haven't been shot in a while.
What was that?
Don't want your arm to get infected.
Were you...
praying?
Something like.
- Got a bite to it. - Mm-hm.
Probably still wrap it though.
You carry a handkerchief?
Man's gotta blow his nose.
I'm opening up whatever subspace channels still exist,
but make it fast.
Cosmo won't buy me dying that easy, he'll be scanning for us.
That does a bit of everything, call your ship.
You had this the whole time and you're just showing me now?
Your people are waiting for you.
Burnham to Discovery, come in.
Discovery... please come in.
Discovery, please come in.
Maybe they made it to that planet, Terralysium.
If any crew on any ship could make it through, it's mine.
- True believer. - Yeah.
Time traveler.
- Yeah. - I figured.
Don't know how you came by whatever you used to get here.
All time travel technology was destroyed
after the Temporal Wars. Outlawed.
There was no other way.
For me...
or my crew.
I have to find them. I have to.
Good, still got a few hours.
This wasn't just about Grudge being lonely.
Nope.
- Are you gonna tell me what's in the hole? - Nope.
Stop! Freeze!
Don't move.
Don't.
Drop your weapons.
What good is a courier who lets his cargo get stolen?
Hey, I'm the best runner you have in the Quadrant.
Access code?
- You don't want it. - I think I do.
Oh, we definitely do.
Really. You don't.
Give us the code now.
Okay, fine.
- Sticky. - What?
S- T-I-C-K-Y.
What kind of code is that?
That's the damn code, all right?
Pick your own code on your own ship.
Don't shoot it.
It's served fresh.
It looks smaller on the holo.
It's not moving. Is it dead?
Close your eyes.
Whoa!
Oh, uh...
- Book? - Stay still, please.
No, no.
Molly, no!
Thanks, girl.
Hey, hey.
You all right?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
I really, really didn't know how this day was gonna turn out.
Okay, good.
How long have you been saving them, the Transworms?
Not long enough. They used to be everywhere,
you know, before-
Before the Federation fell.
There's no one around to enforce the Endangered Species Act.
Except you.
May I ask?
You seem to have this connection to things,
plants, Transworms.
What is it like, feeling everything?
Uncomfortable.
My family are killers... poachers.
Every so often, one like me shows up in the gene pool.
I don't know, something to do with balance, I guess.
Do you still see them?
I'm not welcome.
I'm sorry.
But I wouldn't trade who I am for anything.
I wouldn't wanna be different.
This is Cleveland Booker, Mandelbrot set code Nautilus.
One more to come home.
Your code is accepted, Book. Welcome to Sanctuary Four.
Sanctuary?
They have a breeding cycle.
We got her here just in time.
Some of them still make it.
This is what my planet used to be like...
until I had to leave it behind.
How much did you leave behind?
Nine hundred and thirty years.
Why?
To ensure the future.
A future.
Thank you.
I didn't do it alone.
I have no idea how to start looking for my ship.
I think I know someone who could help.
This is a courier way point.
But it used to be a Federation relay station.
What happened?
Main reactor breach probably, long time ago.
No one around to pick up the pieces anymore.
Greetings.
Please proceed to the attendant desk. Thank you.
Hello.
Welcome to Starfleet. May I help you?
I'm Commander Michael Burnham, Science Officer, U.S.S. Discovery.
Serial number, SCOO64-0974 SHN.
I am Aditya Sahil,
Federation liaison.
It would be my honor to assist you, Commander Burnham.
I need to locate the warp signature of a starship with the identifier
NCC 1031.
Yes, yes, of course.
I'm afraid... it's not here.
I have two Federation ships in flight at the moment.
These are the only Federation ships in a 600 light-year radius.
What about the other sectors?
I only have access to these sectors.
You've been cut off from the other sectors? Entirely?
Long-range sensors failed decades ago.
I have not been able to scan beyond 30 sectors since then.
I would imagine it is the same for all others.
May I ask...
how is it you don't know what we all know?
I'm from the past, Mr. Sahil.
From before the Burn, before the collapse.
My ship was right behind me in the wormhole.
So either they landed somewhere way far out of comms range...
or they're not here yet.
Then...
by the laws of temporal mechanics,
- they could arrive tomorrow or- - In a thousand years.
Commander Burnham, now I'll tell you a secret.
I'm not a commissioned officer.
You see, my father was, his father before him.
But unlike them, I was never officially sworn in.
There has been no one to do it.
Yet I watch this office every day, as I have for 40 years,
believing one day, others like me would walk through that door.
That my hope was not in vain.
Today is that day.
And that hope is you, Commander Burnham.
True believers.
Of course.
I don't know how much of the Federation still exists.
I simply do my part to keep it alive.
Now...
I ask you to do me a great honor.
This has been in my family for generations.
Only a commissioned officer may raise it.
And I've waited so long to see it on that wall.
Mr. Sahil,
you are as real a Federation officer as any I have ever met.
If you would do me the honor, we need an acting communications chief
who can keep searching for my ship.
Will you accept the commission?
Hope is a powerful thing.
Sometimes it's the only thing.
Our numbers are few.
Our spirit is undiminished.
If there are others out there, we'll find them.
We will.