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Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...

PICARD:
Until the auto-repair
heats the ship,

why don't we find you somewhere
where we can light a fire?

What do you want?

A chorus of thoughts to drown
the gnawing silence,

but from you,

I'll settle for your ship.

BORG QUEEN:
Poor Agnes Jurati.
Left behind again.

You felt it, too, didn't you?

Connection.

You've impressed me.

Laris, last night. I was...

-You.
-Nothing has to change.

It's too late for that,
Jean-Luc.

-You lost someone.
-We're getting him back.

And losing him
was not your fault.

RAFFI:
What I want is to try
to figure out

how to fix the timeline.

PUGA: You want Immigration
and Customs Enforcement.

If you don't get to Crystal Ball

before he's transferred,

-no paper trail.
-Adios,

Captain.

PICARD:
I was given coordinates
to this place

to find a Watcher.

Guinan.

Yeah?

I was told I had

three days to stop
something critical

that will change
the future forever.

MAGISTRATE:
A safe galaxy

is a human galaxy.

You can't do it.

(snaps fingers)

That's unexpected.

You're looking for a Supervisor,

otherwise known as a Watcher.

They see themselves
as guardian angels.

Laris.

-(alarm buzzing)
-(indistinct announcements)

Houston, this is Shango.
I'm reading

-a 1202 alarm up here.
-CAPCOM (over comm): Standby.

We're getting word of a Russian
satellite collision.

Orbital debris heading your way.

(metallic trilling)

-Where are we?
-My apartment.

Better place for a chitchat
if you get disagreeable.

Laris, how did you get here?

"Laris."
There's that name again.

Did Q do this?

What's a Q?

You don't know, do you?

(laughing)

LARIS:
Is that what you really want?

-You're not Laris.
-No.

My name is Tallinn.

Pleasure to meet you.

Houston, I'm gonna try
an engine burn.

See if I can't nudge
this bucket of bolts

-out of the way.
-CAPCOM: Negative, Shango.

Counter thrusters are offline.

-What?
-Brace position.

I've been sent
from a future time.

Yeah, well, I don't like
time travelers, whoever you are.

Uh, my name is Jean-Luc Picard.

CAPCOM:
Impact. Three...

Two...

One.

Boom. You're dead.

(grunts)

Why is everything stuck today?

Take a deep breath. It's okay.

Launch is in three days.

It's just some jitters.

TALLINN:
Like others in my profession,

I have a singular purpose.

(grunts)

I have devoted
my entire being to protecting

one individual, a single string

in a grand tapestry
to which I'm not privy.

There is a divergence coming.

Something that alters
the future I'm from.

It's possible either you,

or the person
you are protecting,

is of great importance

to that future.

TALLINN:
Interesting...

because that person,
Jean-Luc Picard, is apparently

your ancestor.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Alone,

but not lonely.

Silence so loud.

Voices

carried everywhere
on invisible strings.

(overlapping voices)

Hmm.

Mm.

Computer,

intercept local
cellular tower frequencies.

COMPUTER:
Voice pattern not authorized.

Mm.

(as Jurati): Computer,

intercept local
cellular tower frequencies.

COMPUTER:
Voice pattern not authorized.

(as Picard): Computer,

intercept local
cellular tower frequencies.

COMPUTER:
Voice pattern not authorized.

(as Rios): Computer,

intercept local
cellular tower frequencies.

COMPUTER:
Channel open.

(line rings)

Yes, I would. The La Barre,
France constabulary, please.

(line rings)

RAFFI:
I got him.

About a minute
in that direction.

We can have Jurati lock on

and transport him out of there.

SEVEN OF NINE:
If we beam him out

in front of a dozen
eyewitnesses, who knows

what effect teleportation
might have on the 21st century.

Uh, "time travel" rules?

We're about to lose
Rios forever.

What the hell is wrong with you?

We'll get him out alive.

In a way that doesn't
screw up the timeline

even more than it already--
Give me the tricorder.

You're being too careless.

And you're being
too goddamn careful.

Raffi...

please.

400 meters out.

I get it. You're angry

-about Elnor, about Gabe.
-Don't.

I know you. You need a target.

You want to set your feet
and fight.

And all you want to do
is run away.

That's right.

Because something that's
not moving is vulnerable.

Nobody move!

Back in your seats
and stay there.

(indistinct chatter)

Shut up.

I said shut up.

(grunting)

Whew.

(laughter)

(detainees cheering)

Rios.

This is a very bumpy century,
but I

think I'm getting
the hang of it.

Somebody's gonna start
missing this bus at some point.

RIOS:
We need to get them
out of here, fast.

Come on. Go, go, go.

-Go. You're here.
-(man speaking Spanish)

Elnor.

Ma'am, are you all right?

Yeah, of course, of course I am.

G-Go, go, go.

So, now what?

Uh, like you said,

we're vulnerable.
We need to keep moving.

I've got your back,
you got mine, right?

Pedro.

Nice work.

(chuckles) That's a good hit.

(speaking Spanish)

SEVEN OF NINE:
Rios, let's go.

You say this is your profession?

I was chosen for service
as a Supervisor.

Supervisors.

Kirk's Enterprise

crossed paths with

a human called

Gary... Gary Seven.

He, too, was recruited
by superior beings

as an agent who would,

in your words,
protect the tapestry of history.

And sometimes that means

protecting a single thread.

Tell me about Renée.

All our futures depend on it.

THERAPIST:
Let's visualize.

I want you to be kinder
to yourself, Renée.

TALLINN:
You should know that I abide by

one rule.

I watch, but I'm never seen.

I've never met Renée.

She taught herself
to be an expert sailor.

Learned in the south of France,
where she grew up.

That was by age ten.

By age 11, it was chess,

fluid dynamics, and Cantonese.

University at 16.

Then a couple of years
as a test pilot.

Those were nail-biters.

NASA couldn't wait
to get their hands on her.

She sounds remarkable.

She is.

That's...

not to say that she
doesn't have her struggles.

There's a melancholy.

Sometimes anxiety,

sometimes depression.

It's a shame,

for a mind that can burn
so brightly.

Depression in a human
can be debilitating.

She's... maybe lucky to survive.

That's the problem. I'm not sure
she is surviving it.

RENÉE:
I'd say to myself,

"Are you ready for this,

"or are you gonna choke
when they need you?

Because lives depend on it."

The Europa Mission launches
in three days.

PICARD:
The Europa Mission
was a pioneering space flight

in my history.

Quite frankly,
I'm not sure she'll be on it.

What do you mean?

I'd be brutally honest.

This is a therapy session.

Mandatory psych evaluation
for the Europa Mission.

And you monitor it?

-This is private.
-Is it?

Here's the relevant part.

RENÉE:
It feels like...

nothing matters.

I start going numb,

and that scares me.

I don't know
if it's my gut, or...

just plain fear.

THERAPIST:
Fear does not have to be
your enemy, Renée.

Fear can be your friend,

telling you that, perhaps...

-...you are not ready.
-Stop.

He's talking her out of it.

Why?

Something's off here.

I need an angle on the doctor.

That's not a therapist.

That's Q.

He's using Renée

to change the future.

MAN:
To understand the true potential

of the human genome

is to envision a future

free from disease.

Imagine,

if you will,

I am a god.

And as I look down at humanity,

I see them at a crossroads.

Will they evolve

toward enlightenment,

or will there be a divergence

into darkness?

KORE:
How'd it go, Dad? (sighs) Shit.

That bad, huh?

You didn't do the

"humanity is at a crossroads"
thing? (chuckles)

I did.

Didn't take.

Kore, my child,

if I could encapsulate

all the knowledge
I've gained through the years

from life experience and

careful study into a

single pearl of wisdom for you,

it would be this:

People are idiots.

SOONG:
Picture a world

free of genetic defects.

If I had the power

to nudge us
in the right direction,

isn't that my responsibility?

Someday soon, you'll get to
step into the outside world

and meet some morons up close.

I promise.

(chuckles)

How soon?

Uh, I-I'm almost there.

SOONG:
So, what if we discovered

that precious key

to unlocking our perfection.

How far are you willing to go?

KORE:
When I can finally go outside...

...I want to learn to swim.

I want to see nothing
but sunlight hitting the pool.

Breathe the ocean air.

SOONG:
I'll do anything
to make that happen.

DR. WERNER:
Dr. Soong, you were running

genetic experiments
with a privatized

military organization,

Spearhead Operations,
on soldiers.

-Ex-soldiers.
-Unmonitored,

unregulated,
illegal experimentation.

For a greater good.

You don't understand.
This genetic defect means

the smallest speck of dust
will ruin

my daughter's
respiratory system.

UV light from the sun
turns her blood to poison.

She's confined to a room.
She has no life.

Adam.

Breaking the Shenzhen Convention

has serious consequences.

I'm doing this for our children.

DR. WERNER:
We have no choice but to revoke

your license and your funding.

You are not to engage
in any further

research relating to genetics.

(computer beeps)

What?

What the hell?

(printer whirring, beeping)

"Q"?

(foreign language chatter
over radio)

(electricity buzzing)

(woman crying)

BORG QUEEN:
Help me.

Are you hurt?

-Alone?
-BORG QUEEN: Hurry.

Merde.

-Hello?
-BORG QUEEN: They're
coming back soon.

I hear you.

BORG QUEEN:
I can't see you.

Follow my voice.

(Borg Queen crying)

My hero.

Nicotine addiction.

I can help you with that.

No! No!

(car horns honking)

Dr. Soong, I presume?

Hacking into my network
was a cute little trick.

So was teasing me with data

that was mysteriously specific

to the exact problem
I'm trying to solve.

Oh, well, thank you,
I worked hard on that.

Do you have any idea

how many crackpots
contact me about my work?

I get everything from
basement-dwelling Nazis to

rich heiresses who want me
to clone their fucking cats.

Let me be clear,

that's not what I do,
so don't waste my time.

Oh, I wouldn't think of it.

Seems I have, uh, taken time
for granted of late,

and now she's threatening
to abandon me.

See, right there,

crackpot talk.

-I'll be leaving now.
-Uh, Dr. Soong,

in 17 seconds,
you're going to take a seat.

How do I know?

You drove an hour
to meet a total stranger,

not for mystery
or intellectual curiosity,

but because you're a father,

and you're desperate.

There. 17 seconds,
right on the tick. (chuckles)

If you know that much about me,

you know I'll kill you
if I think you're a threat.

(chuckles) Yes, and
that's what I like about you.

Who the hell are you?

I am the

evolution of stardust.

I'm the gentle flutter
of a butterfly.

I am Death,

destroyer of worlds.

And I'm also a big fan
of your work.

And a visionary who knows
how important you are

to the future of this planet.

What do you want?

This meeting is about
what you want.

What I want will come later.

She doesn't have
much time, does she?

That's none of your concern.

What a sad, sad irony.
A geneticist

whose daughter has
an incurable genetic disease.

Sunlight burns like fire.

Air turns to acid.

Nothing... nothing is incurable.

Well, you have neither the time
nor the funding

to prove that theory, but...

you do have this.

Analyze it.
If you like what you see,

give me a call.

Then maybe

you can help me with something
that I might want.

TALLINN:
If Q is so all-powerful,

why not just snap his fingers

and make the Europa Mission
ship disappear?

I don't know.

Or even Renée herself?

(scoffs) I don't know.

But if he's trying

to change the timeline
by manipulating Renée,

then he's robbing her
of the destiny

you were sworn to protect.

TALLINN:
Okay. Tomorrow,

she goes into
pre-launch quarantine.

Once she does, it's...

pretty impossible to back out.

So, we need simply
to stop her from quitting

for... next 15 hours.

I don't suppose
you've any sedatives?

(chuckles) We can't do that.

She has to go
to the gala tonight.

What gala?

It's a-a big party before all
the astronauts go in quarantine.

Attendance is mandatory.

Lots of press.

Meeting donors.

So, we attend this gala,

we cover Renée, we monitor
her state of mind,

and isolate her
from potential threats.

We should

rendezvous with my crew.

They may have gear on the ship.

I think you're mistaking me
for someone

who takes orders from you.

I know you protected her

for 24 years,

but you need to be strategic

about this.

We need to help each other.

We're stronger together.

BORG QUEEN:
Agnes.

Agnes, I have a surprise
for you.

Agnes.

I don't want to start
without you.

(gasps)

BORG QUEEN:
Agnes.

Agnes, it doesn't have to be
like this. You and I,

-at odds.
-What did you do?

-I'm helping you.
-Bullshit.

All right, I'm helping us.

Please...

(groans) Don't.

-Be quiet, darling.
This doesn't concern you.
-(grunts, gasps)

-Let him go.
-BORG QUEEN: I could
take his body.

I need it, but it's you I want.

I said let him go.

BORG QUEEN:
You're alone, Agnes,

in every timeline,

every permutation, in every
reality of this universe.

You are utterly alone.

Stop talking.

BORG QUEEN:
That is your fate.

Forever invisible.

But I could change all that.

Imagine,

being loved,

completely,

every thought and whisper

cherished, shared.

With our minds joined as one,

we could be more.

I am the only one
in the entire universe

that has ever truly seen you.

This has to end.

BORG QUEEN:
Have it your way, Agnes.

I'm getting out of here.

If not with you, then with him.

(gunshot)

(beeping)

It can't be.

It's stable.

How did... How did he do this?

-What's in it?
-Food coloring,

water, a genetic stabilizer.

How did you find a breakthrough?

A colleague of mine

inspired me to try
something new.

I've injected myself already.

It's perfectly harmless.

Dad.

I trust you.

Go slowly.

Obviously.

♪ ♪

(laughs softly)

(laughs)

(both laugh)

I almost got the hang of it.

(chuckles)

It's just floating in motion.

Was my mother a good swimmer?

Like a duck.

Like a mermaid.

(laughs)

I think you'll find there's
any number of things

for which you're a-a decade
or two behind the ball.

Just be patient with yourself.

Patience implies time.

Can we just not think
for an afternoon?

That doesn't sound
like you at all.

I thought you'd be
running around the lab by now,

having me help you
dissect and analyze

every step that went into this.

Don't be silly. I just want
to take the win for once.

Dad, who is this colleague?

(grunts)

Kore?

(grunts)

Kore? Oh, no.

-No, no, no, no.
-(gasping, coughing)

(whirring)

-Agnes.
-No, it's-it's not my blood.

(crying):
But...

I think I just killed
our only way home.

I had to do it.

She was killing him.

He's all right now. I repaired
most of the internal organs.

Most?

Yeah, his spleen's in a box
over there.

I hated shooting her.

Organic tissue at the base
of the cerebellum.

That's all it took.

She's as vulnerable as we are.

There are a few billion
souls who might

disagree with you there.

JURATI:
I gave him something
to erase the memory,

but we need to get him
to his car.

Tell me about the others.

Can they be trusted?

Oh, no question.

We've been through
thick and thin together.

There is no better bunch of...

-RAFFI: Rios,
you're twisting his back.
-RIOS: It's okay.

Is that your crew?

The people carrying a dead cop
out the door.

Oh, I-I'm sure he's not dead.

There's got to be
some explanation.

Come.

Do you have the cure?

The real cure?

Not something that wears off.

Because if you do,
I am a hostage to you, sir.

We're all hostages
to what we love.

The only way to truly be free
is to love nothing.

How meaningless would that be?

I have what she needs.

What do you need?

I have discovered of late

that I have certain limitations.

So I want you to remove
an obstacle for us.

Does the name "Picard"
mean anything to you?

I-I know you said
it was complicated,

-but are we gonna talk
about your new...
-Not now.

-No, but she looks
exactly like...
-I'm aware.

-Well, doesn't that make you
feel a little, kind of creep...
-Yes.

Good talk.

What would it look like if you
were to leave the mission?

Let's visualize.

What is Q playing at?

Well, there is now

a very real danger
of Renee Picard

backing out of this mission.

And I think
what we experienced firsthand

was the consequences of that.

The other timeline.

So no Europa mission,

no Renee, no hope.

Everyone hates everyone.

You're saying
this great aunt of yours

is single-handedly responsible

for preventing our future

from becoming
a xenophobic tyranny?

-How?
-I don't know.

The history of this time period

is wildly incomplete.

Uh, the century leading up
to first contact

was just rife with chaos.

All that's known about Renee
is she discovered

a microorganism on Io
that she believed was sentient

and convinced
the mission commander

to bring it back to Earth.

RAFFI:
And none of that would matter

if Q was able to get to Renee
and break the timeline.

RIOS:
Okay, so, we just
need to make sure

Renee gets on that ship.

PICARD:
We are going to monitor

her every single move
at this gala,

assess the threats
and guide her.

With an invisible hand.

We don't reveal ourselves
or make contact.

It might feel like Q
is playing with us,

but he is unpredictable,
and a threat.

Renee will be out in the open.

We have another problem.

We weren't invited.

Can't we transport in?

Well, it's not that simple.

This is a maximum
security function.

Each guest is issued
a radio frequency invite...

-Hi, there.
-(high-pitched whir)

...that corresponds
to a database

of their entire life history.

My technology can force
one person through,

but only temporarily.

Once inside,
facial recognition takes over.

So even if we could
materialize six people

in the middle
of the dance floor,

we'd be busted immediately.

We can't transport in
if we're not in the database.

So we hack the database.
It'll take me two seconds.

I took Intro to Antique Coding
in school.

-I'll finally get to use it.
-You can't reach it remotely.

They've physically isolated
the database from the network.

Yes, yeah. Air gapping.

It's primitive but effective.
That was in my class.

So we can't hack it
until we get inside.

Precisely.

Jurati will go in first,
infiltrate security

and inject our I.D.s
into the system.

You're sending in
the roboticist?

Not the ex-spy or the Ranger.

Yeah, all right, we get it.

Jurati has
all the skills we need.

And I have a plan.

(band playing
"Fly Me to the Moon")

Ma'am, can I see another form
of I.D., please?

(laughs softly)

♪ ♪

I've got eyes on Renee.

JACK KING (over TV):
Five, four, three,
two, one, zero.

All engine running.

Liftoff. We have a liftoff.

(beeping)

CAPCOM:
Go again, Shango.

Main engine cutoff,
unresponsive.

Let's roll it again, Picard.

♪ ♪

PICARD:
Jurati?

Almost there. Hang tight.

Jamming the signal.
I don't have much time.

Something's up with the red
dress by the central fountain.

And be aware:
she's talking to herself.

I think we have a party crasher.

Oh. Hello.

Why is she cuffed?

She's a trespasser.
Ramse said to get her prints.

She's probably
from Newport Beach.

We're gonna get sued.

(whispers):
It worked.

I'm inside
the surveillance room.

Excellent.

Waiting for your signal.

BORG QUEEN:
Once I am gone, you are alone.

(gasps)

JURATI:
(grunts) What is this feeling?

W-What's happening to me?

-What is that?
-Me.

Inside you.
I'm part of you.

You didn't think you could
let me into your brain

-without feeling some sort...
-No.

-No.
-Do you like that
gnawing nothingness?

Because it's never leaving.

(panting)

Together,

we could be so much...

more.

We are nothing together.

You need me to get home.

You... need me, Agnes.

How will you survive

without me?

Captured on purpose.
Clever little plan.

PICARD:
Jurati?

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