All language subtitles for Star Trek Discovery S01E15

Yesterday we dined
on the entrails

of his brethren.

And today you seek his favor?

Transport our visitor
to guest quarters on deck three.

Tyler?
- Is she alive?

Specialist Burnham
has returned safely.

Can I...?
- Focus on your recovery.

When I look at you now,
I see Voq's eyes.

I see him.

There is irony here, of course.

The man you fell in love
with was a Klingon.

Do not regret
loving someone, Michael.

I need you to tell me.

How did you defeat
the Klingon Empire?

The Klingons
are like cancer cells:

to root them out,

you must destroy the tumor
at its source.

A Klingon attack is imminent.

They are gathering forces
to launch a strike

on this whole system.

We need to take it to them.

At 2100 hours,
the USS Discovery will jump

to the Klingon homeworld.

Allow me to introduce you

to the person who will chart
your course to Qo'noS.

Captain Philippa Georgiou.

On the eve of battle,
on a cold and windless night,

an old general turned
to a young soldier.

"Tomorrow," said the master,
"you will know fear."

The young soldier,
who had not yet experienced

the agony of war,

looked at the general
with quizzical eyes.

"How will I know fear if I do
not know what it looks like?"

The general replied,
"You will know fear

because it speaks very fast

and it speaks very loud."

Status.

Helm?

Bearing 94 mark 21.

12 light-years
from Klingon homeworld...

Do not show respect by
referring to that green dot

as "homeworld."

Klingons are animals,
and they don't have homes.

Call it Qo'noS, or "the
enemy planet." Ops?

Shields holding at 100%.

Our scans show...

I have little interest
in what we're scanning.

I care what's scanning us.

Communications?

Discovery is running dark,
Captain.

My favorite way to run.

If that is how fear
acts, recognizing it is easy.

But as the young soldier
considered

the general's advice, she asked
the question facing us now:

"Once I know fear,
how do I defeat it?"

Specialist, uh, I
would appreciate

your help with a glitch

in the optical-data network.

She does not embody
Federation ideals,

and we're supposed to
follow her orders?

The Federation put her here.

Burnham. I did not
give you permission

to leave your station.

What's wrong?

Are you scared, Number One?

Where I'm from,
there's a saying:

"Scared Kelpien makes
for tough Kelpien."

Have you gotten tough since we
served together on the Shenzhou,

Mr. Saru?

Affirmative, Captain.

Very tough.

So much so that many find me
simply unpalatable.

Hmm. I don't know about that.

Where are you from, Captain?

That saying, about
Kelpiens, is so apt,

having experienced it firsthand.

I wonder where it originated.

Don't be silly, Michael.

You know I grew up in Malaysia.

But where, exactly?

I went there with you once,
but I can't remember the name.

Pulau Langkawi.

Right.

Those beautiful beaches.

Indeed.

Let's take a walk.

Try to expose me again

and I'll lock you in the brig.

If Starfleet recruited
a Terran to lead the mission,

they are desperate.

The Federation had a problem.

I offered them a solution
in exchange for my freedom.

And what's so bad
about desperation?

You were desperate
when you begged me to reveal

how my empire beat the Klingons.

You instigate valiantly,
then second-guess.

I've now read about your
actions on the eve of the war.

You know your problem?

No follow-through.

You should have killed my
counterpart in her ready room,

attacked the Klingons,
and then been a hero.

Tell me the real plan.

Never do that again.

Your Federation is losing.

The Klingon armada is already
headed toward your homeworld.

My knowledge is giving you
a fighting chance.

Are you with me or against me?

With you.

Captain.

You?

How?

Our Lord pierced your heart.

House T'Kuvma feasted
on your flesh.

You have the wrong
Philippa Georgiou.

Either way, I can tell
you require seasoning.

My home.

There are seven
chimneys on Qo'noS

which lead into a
dormant volcano system.

Of these, which is the best

for a landing party
to reach on foot?

I will tell you nothing.

This war ends when we crush you.

United under T'Kuvma's call.

This war may rage on,
but your war...

Your great dream
of Klingon unification...

It's already lost.

You both talk too much.

No! Computer, reactivate
containment field.

Control to my voice.

Tell me where
my party should land.

Where?

You have already lost.

Enough!

There's another way.

Admiral Cornwell briefed
me on this half-breed.

I can see,
from a strategic standpoint,

its value as a weapon.

But as it's Klingon,
it has been neutered.

It is benign.

Useless to them, yet
tarnished to the Federation,

so what good is it
to either side?

He has access
to the Klingon's memories.

All I can see

is a who-knows-what
playing with a string.

This is a bowline.

It doesn't run.

It doesn't slip.

It's the first thing I learned
as a kid that made me me.

It ties me to my past.
Who I am.

Voq's life, his memories...
They're here, too.

Always with me.

I'm willing to share
his knowledge.

Not for you.

But for...

Starfleet.

Do you want my help or not?

What do you know about
the surface of Qo'noS?

The plan is to use a drone

with rock-penetrating
surveillance systems

to map the surface
and identify military targets,

in preparation
for a future full-scale attack.

Unfortunately, the cave
Discovery will hide in

isn't connected to the planet's
dormant volcanoes.

In order for
the mapping drone to work,

it has to be introduced
into one of these.

As you're aware,
information regarding Qo'noS

is virtually non-existent.

We're depending on black market
surveys acquired

by the Vulcans
over a century ago.

This chimney's
in the High Council chamber

of the First City.

All high-bred arrogance,
that place.

This one's now flooded
by the River Skral.

Here. This is your best bet.

The safest access
point for the drone.

Centuries ago, when the
caldera was active,

these vents were shrines.

Live sacrifices were thrown in
to honor Molor.

When Kahless defeated Molor,

those temples were
abandoned, built over.

Uh, the ones that
remained were shielded

to make them impossible to find

with sensors. You'll have
to transport down there

and do the legwork yourself.

What's there now?

The land was given
to the Orions,

who built an embassy
outpost over the ruins.

In my world, the Orions
are delinquents, pirates,

slave traders.
It's not much different in ours.

Excellent.

He will accompany us
and help us sniff out

what we're after.

Will that be a problem?

No.
No.

Captain.

I looked over the crew manifest.

There's somebody else
I want with us.

Enter.

I am so pleased
to see you, Tilly.

Thank you. I have heard...
And read... so much about you.

Michael can attest,

I'm always asking
about Captain Georgiou.

Seeing your face reminds me

of the great fun
the two of us had.

Subjugating the Betazoids.

Wiping out Mintaka III.

Oh, she's not...
No.

So she's from... Mm.

You're the Terran emperor.

Don't do that.

You look so much like her.

Younger, maybe.

But all that killing
ages a person.

These are hideous, of course.

:
I know. What is happening?

She requested you,
for the landing party.

Oh.

But just so y-you're clear,

I-I am not the same person
I was in your universe.

Don't be so sure, Killy.

You will have the honor of
carrying the mapping drone.

Go to quarters.

Dress as lowlifes.

We need items to trade
so as to seem legitimate.

Gabriel must have found
something interesting

lying around in this universe.

You gonna be okay down there?

You don't need
to worry about me.

Ready, Lieutenant Stamets?

First, an alternate universe,
now a Klingon cave

on a hundred-year-old map.

Ready as can be, Mr. Saru.

Black alert.

To Qo'noS, please.
Aye, Captain.

Black alert. Black alert.

Shields holding.

Stabilizer beams
are compensating

for the planet's
gravitational pull.

Am I good or what?

We are aboard and steady.

You are clear to transport.

Energize.

♪

Not a lot of humans around here.

Except the dregs from our race.

Exactly.

The Orions here aren't
likely to trust us

or give up any information.

Keep walking, Federation.
No one wants you here.

Tilly.

Insult her again, and
your nose is gonna be able

to sniff the back of your head.

We're here to make a deal.

Show her the stash.

Tell her what she's looking at.

Nausicaan disruptor pistols.

Latest spec.

Paralithium cell with beam
and a pulse firing mode.

Polyalloy casings, making
it all but invisible

to security scanners.

2,000 darseks.

Let's see what else you got.

All this arms dealing
has my appetite up.

Anyone else hungry?

Anyone

Greetings.
Two, please.

What is that?
I have no idea.

I'm not actually hungry...
I wanted to talk to you.

I intuited.

Do you have any idea what
she might be up to? No.

All we can do is
watch her like a hawk,

and make sure
she stays on mission.

I've, um...

I realize how hard
this must be for you.

But I got your back.

Thank you.

What is that?

Delicious.
It's a space whale.

Gormagander?

Enough distractions.
We're not here

for bread and circuses.

On second thought, the
circus is where we'll start.

So, what should we, um...
Shh!

I knew your whole universe
couldn't be boring.

Use this.

We'll be more effective if we
split up, buy information.

Whatever gets us to that shrine.

Hmm.

How much for a little me time?

Over there.

Bring your friend.

No, no, that, uh, t...
very generous.

I think I'll...
I'm just gonna stay out here.

She's not for you.

Guard the drone.

Maybe these guys can lead us to the shrine.
If they'll talk to us.

The game is called t'Sang.

Translates to "obliterate them."

You know how to play?

I think I do.

And I think I'm good at it.

I mean, Voq was good at it.

He was a decent gambler...
He felt the numbers

always fell his way,
as if the universe

was making up for his bad
luck with everything else.

Like what?

He was born with a rare mutation

that made his skin
translucent white.

The others considered
him a freak of nature.

Join me?

Oh, thank you.

Smoke?

Oh, that, uh, that's so sweet.
No, thank you.

I have, um, I have
a very narrow esophagus.

It's, uh, strange but true,
so that's bad

for that... I'm not-I'm not
trying to be rude...

Get her out.

You know what?
I-I would love some.

Just a little bit.

Inhale.

Mmm.

Do you think, um... :
Do you think I got...

I got nothing.

None of them know about
an ancient shrine.

You won everyone over quickly.

A human speaking Klingon
is amusing to them.

Might as well be
a dog on waterskis.

Is that an old Klingon saying?

No, I... I just made it up.

I... I like to waterski.

Yeah, you have a boat.
I remember.

You raced out of there
pretty quick.

You all right?

I never told you
about my parents.

What happened to them.

No.

I mean, I...
I've heard things.

I never wanted to push.

They were stationed at
a human-Vulcan science outpost

at Doctari Alpha.

My mom and dad had planned
a family vacation to Mars.

But... I begged them to
stay for three more days

so I could witness
a nearby star go supernova.

Then the Klingons attacked.

My dad tried to barricade
the kitchen door

while my mom
hid me in a cabinet.

And I couldn't see,
but I could hear everything.

They killed my dad first.

That was quick.

They took longer with my mom.

And when it was over,
they sat down.

At our table.

Ate dinner. Our dinner.

And they were
talking and laughing.

And just now,
all that laughter...

How could you not hate them?

And me, for what I've become?

It would be so much simpler
if I could.

I look around here and I just...

I see people living their lives.

Maybe it's not normal to us,

but in their own way, ordinary.

The emperor was wrong.
This is a home.

And if we give the Federation
targets to attack,

it won't ever be the same.

I can see both sides.

Literally.

The side I've chosen
is where you stand,

where it's possible
to feel compassion

and sympathy for your enemy.

But I can guarantee
no-no Klingon

ever felt that way toward you.

You did.

You see that?

Pouring an extra drink.

Setting it on fire.

That's a step specific
to the followers of Molor.

There's a decent chance
they know about that shrine.

Mm.

Did you enjoy yourself?

Did you?

I learned so many new things.

We shouldn't charge you.

But we have to charge you.

Perhaps if you teach me
something new,

it will be fair trade.

Where is the shrine of Molor?

Hey, stop!

Hey, stop. Shame on you.

You were asleep.

I'm Orion.

What did, uh, we inhale, it...

my mouth tastes like...
sulfur and-and ash.

Volcanic vapor,
straight from the source.

Yeah, but not really, right?

'Cause all the volcanoes
here are extinct.

Oh, no.

They're alive.

Then how's the drone
gonna get down there?

The heat will destroy it.

Give me that.

Oh, shit, that is not a drone.

Tilly to Burnham.

Go ahead, Tilly.

First of all, um,
so, I'm very high,

uh, but you need
to listen to me.

There are active volcanoes
right beneath us right now

and the drone, also,
that's not a drone.

It's a, it's a...
like a hydro bomb.

We keep them on the
Discovery so we can reco...

What did you say
about a hydro bomb?

Tilly?

Cadet, respond.

I know where to find the shrine.

What's wrong?

It's Tilly.

A hydro bomb?
What kind of damage can it do?

Detonate it into an active
volcanic system, it's just...

apocalyptic.
A phreatic eruption:

water flashes into steam and
triggers a massive explosion.

Landmasses directly over

the reaction center
will be vaporized.

Oh... Ash will fill the atmosphere.
Within weeks,

Qo'noS will be uninhabitable.

This was the plan all along.

Burnham to Discovery.

Go ahead, Burnham.

Georgiou is about
to instigate a catastrophic

natural disaster on Qo'noS.

She may already
be in the shrine.

Can you get a transporter lock on her?
Affirmative.

However, beaming her out
is not an option.

The shrine's shields make it
unsafe for biological transport.

What about the bomb?
Can you get the bomb?

We are too late.

The signal is fading.

We must contact Starfleet.

Saru, I think she's following
Starfleet's orders.

I need to talk
to Admiral Cornwell.

Is this how Starfleet
wins the war?

Genocide?

You want to do this here?
Fine.

Terms of atrocity are
convenient after the fact.

The Klingons are on the verge
of wiping out the Federation.

Yes.

But ask yourself:

why did you put this mission

in the hands of a Terran
and why the secrecy?

It's because you know
it's not who we are.

It very soon
will be. We do not

have the luxury of principles.

That is all we have, Admiral.

A year ago... I stood alone.

I believed that our survival

was more important
than our principles.

I was wrong.

Do we need a mutiny today
to prove who we are?

We are Starfleet.

What is it you're suggesting?

Change of plans.

Really?

Says who?

Deactivate the detonator,
Philippa.

Your freedom is still granted,
here's the proof.

You talked them out of it,
didn't you?

Of planetary
slaughter? Yes.

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

When I did this in my universe,

it didn't wipe out the Klingons.

A decent number should be able
to save themselves.

Plus, they'll have an advantage.

No Terran ships firing on them
as they try to escape.

Turn it off.
Has it ever occurred to you

that I was doing this for you?

By ending the war,
I'd set you free

from the guilt and pain
you carry because of it.

Not buying it.

Worth a try.

You really are nothing
like my Georgiou, are you?

No. And I never have been.

She's dead, Michael.

There are no second chances.

No, I suppose not.

I do like you.

Why not join me?

The bomb is in position.

We have the detonator.

Starfleet and Klingon alike
will be at our mercy.

I had much the same thought.

Give it to me.

Take your freedom in
exchange for the detonator.

Or try to escape my ship
and its crew

and be hunted by the Federation
for the rest of your days.

You think
your Federation scares me?

Not particularly.

But the only way you're gonna
get past me is to kill me.

So you'll have
to watch me die... again.

And did I mention being hunted
for the rest of your days?

Ugh.

The detonator is
coded to my bioprint.

Would you like it
recoded to yours?

Not to mine, no.

All clear.

What is this?

This is the place the Federation
crushed the Klingons.

We planted a bomb in the
heart of your homeworld.

Qo'noS will be destroyed.

You bring me here to gloat?

No.

To offer you an alternative.

Klingons respond to strength.

Use the fate of Qo'noS
to bend them to your will.

Preserve your civilization

rather than watch it
be destroyed.

But I am no one.

You once told Voq

that you didn't want
the mantle of leadership.

It's time for you
to leave the shadows.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Be good, Philippa.

Or you'll come for me?

Make sure I don't have to.

Isik for your thoughts.

I always wanted to find
out what one was.

I never did.

L'Rell has arranged for
a transport to a Mókai ship.

They're in for a surprise.

It's not the human way
to make a message heard,

but it's the Klingon way.

I'm going with her.

It's true,
what the emperor said.

I'm no good for either side.
I...

But maybe I can
be good for both.

I've never been great
at good-byes.

Neither am I.

I've had too many of them.

Michael.

In spite of everything
that happened to you,

your capacity to love
literally saved my life.

I'm gonna miss looking at you.

I see you, Ash.

In your eyes.

Only you.

♪

Thank-thank you.

Burnham to Discovery.

One to transport.

Earth, Andor, Tellar, Vulcan.

Every planet of the Federation

has made the odyssey
out of darkness into light.

So too have the Klingons.

The war is over.

There were triumphs.

Victories of spirit.

Courage beyond reason.

But make no mistake.

These were bleak times.

Times we cannot repeat.

Times we cannot forget.

Isik for your thoughts.

What's an isik, anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

It's something my mother
used to say to me.

Thank you for coming.

I'm glad to see you.

Is everything okay?

When I was growing up,
you told me

not to forget my humanity.

I didn't know what that meant.

I didn't how to do it,

I didn't know why I
would even want to.

I get it now.

So thank you.

For not giving up on me.

That's what mothers do.

Michael.

Father.

What the Federation chose to do

on Qo'noS was unprincipled,
and I had a part in it.

The Klingons made it clear they
would fight us to extinction.

You were desperate to save us.

I know the feeling all too well.

And yet, you were able
to find another way.

I am not alone

in finding your commitment to
Starfleet's ideals commendable.

I asked if I may give it to you.

Your record has been expunged,

your pardon by the president
of the Federation

is official.

Commander Burnham.

The Federation is
as grateful to you

as I am to my daughter.

Your mother will stay
in Paris for a few days.

I will travel with
Discovery to Vulcan.

You are picking up your
new captain there.

I'm glad we'll be making
that journey together.

We are no longer
on the eve of battle.

Even so, I come to ask myself
the same question

that young soldier
asked the general

all those years ago:
"How do I defeat fear?"

The general's answer:

the only way to defeat fear
is to tell it "no."

No.
We will not take shortcuts

on the path to righteousness.

No.
We will not break the rules

that protect us
from our basest instincts.

No. We will not allow
desperation to destroy

moral authority.

I am guilty of all these things.

Some say that in life, there
are no second chances.

Experience tells me
that this is true.

But we can only look forward.

We have to be torchbearers,

casting the light
so we may see our path

to lasting peace.

We will continue exploring,

discovering new worlds,
new civilizations.

Yes.

That is the United Federation
of Planets.

Today, we honor
Ensign Sylvia Tilly.

Accepted into Starfleet
Command Training Program.

Yes.
That is Starfleet.

Lieutenant Commander
Paul Stamets.

Medical Officer Hugh Culber.

Yes.

That is who we are.

Commander Saru.

First Kelpien to receive
the Medal of Honor.

And who we will always be.

Bravo!

Never been to Vulcan before.

Well, if there's time,
I'll show you around.

It's strange that we're not
jumping to Vulcan.

Well, Starfleet has committed to
finding a non-human interface.

Until that happens...

I'm happy to go the
old-fashioned way.

Captain on the bridge.

Acting captain.

Please take your stations.
You may consult

with Science Officer
Burnham later.

Thank you, Mr. Saru,
for permitting me

this small indulgence.

I never tire of seeing home.

Of course.

Lieutenant Detmer, have we
cleared the Sol system?

Yes, Captain.
Set course for Vulcan,

and engage at maximum warp.

Aye, sir.

Realign communications array...

Incoming transmission.

From whom?

I'm having trouble
identifying it.

But it's a priority-one
distress call.

Identify the source, please.

I'm getting
a Federation ID code.

I-It's choppy.

Trying to clean it up, sir.

Helm, slow us down.

Dropping us out
of warp now, sir.

This is Captain Saru

of the Federation Starship
Discovery.

Please identify yourselves.

Hail's from Captain Pike, sir.

It's the USS Enterprise.

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