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Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...

What the hell is that?

An unknown entity
wants to join the Federation,

and it 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 is 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,

a 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 onto us.

Incoming ships on nexus course.

Rios!

- No!
- Elnor!

Uh-uh.

Throw your phasers, all of you.

Now!

Ah!

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.

As the day wore on,
I no longer saw my Annika.

I saw a stranger wearing her face.

And another with a mask of the general.

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.
- Come on.

- 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 damn place!

No medical tricorder.

Goddamn it. There's not even a trauma kit!
I can't find anything in this ship!

Dermaline pads. They'll stop the bleeding
until the skin can regenerate!

I need more hands up here!

Go.

I got it. 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 wanna hear...
- Hurry up!

That.

Seven, target forward ship.
Starboard nacelle.

Target locked.

Hold, hold, hold.

Fire!

Good shot.

Those 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 bursts.

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.

Warp eight!

Warp nine!

I got you.

- Hold on, baby. It's okay. I got you.
- 9.2.

9.9.

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'm guessing we're pretty close
to when we wanna 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.
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 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... 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.

Got nothing up there!

Shut her down.

- Agnes, shut her down!
- We've got to try and detach her.

It's stuck.

Forget it. This is taking too long.

No, Rios! We need her alive.

My medallion.

The nuns gave it to me.

Get it for me, please. It's in my pocket.

Okay.

Brings me comfort knowing I earned it
even in this reality.

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 homeworld.

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 timeline,

- 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 wanna 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.

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 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 timeline.

- I'll be careful.
- No...

You're like the kid who needs the string
around his mittens. Please. 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, Doctor Jurati and I
will try and revive the Borg Queen.

Are you certain you wanna do that?

She is the only one who can tell us
why we need the Watcher

and perhaps give us a location.

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.

It 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 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 8%.

How euphoric can 8% be?

I just need to get in there, fix her

and you can 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.

I 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 have used that power earlier.

Rotational compensation
will be off though.

- We should land near each other...
- 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 will work in this time 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 'em to beam us back.

- Raff...
- We can keep in contact locally,

but without a subspace relay,
not so much with the ship.

- Raffi, you've lost someone...
- I also calibrated

- the tricorder to locate any anomaly.
- If you want to talk...

You know, what I want is to try
to figure out how to fix the timeline

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 fear, my emotions,
everything the Borg have no use for,

will stay here with you.

So, you know, sorry, ahead of time.

Agnes, there are too many risks...

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 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...
- I'll be fine, mister.

I know you'll take care of...

♪ La da da da da
La da da da da ♪

♪ 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 LA ♪

♪ California dreaming ♪

♪ On 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?

♪ ...pray ♪

♪ You know,
the preacher likes the cold ♪

♪ He knows I'm gonna stay ♪

- 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 ER.

You guys deal with this kind of stuff,
right?

No hospital.
Please, please, no hospital.

Seven?

Rios, do you copy?

Your wallet. Now.

Oh. Money. Right. Okay.

Ye... 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... How... What...
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.

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 wanna 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.

Yeah, 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?

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 on to yourself, Agnes.

I am Agnes. I am...

Subroutine 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. Fifteen.

- Ye...
- Don't!

Whose hand is this?

- Mine.
- Mine.

- Mine!
- Mine!

Whoa!

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! Kevin!

He let us up there on our first date,
and we just got engaged.

And we were hoping 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.

You look tougher.

I can take care of myself.

If I could just 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 really need to go.
- Relax, hey. I'm not gonna charge you.

And I'm not gonna report you.
But if you wanna 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.
My head's fine, Doctor.

Humor me.

It's gotta be...

My mother, she worked at 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, but the 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,
pretending to be angry,

but I knew she was proud.
And she said...

Cool story.

Now, let me bandage you up,

and you can rest
until the room stops spinning, okay?

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...

Hang on, hang on. Look at...
We got something.

No... Now it's gone.
There was some kind of a blip

near MacArthur Park.

- It's gone now.
- Interference?

I don't know. It could be.

It's back?

Oh. No, 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 is bad?

They're dead.

Oh, kid. I'm so sorry.

Gotcha! It's just me and my 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.
You know what Vulcans are?

They're like you.
They can be really annoying sometimes.

What's this?

Mmm.

Real peanut butter.

Mmm. It's so good.

That's real good. Damn.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want some?

We could trade.

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.

He's your son?

Forget the guitar. You're a genius.

Oh, 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 timeline.

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 doors.
- Shit.

- What's going on?
- Immigration raid. Come on, let's go.

Patients out back, like we planned.

- Federal officers! Immigration. Open up!
- I'll take him.

- You sure you'll be okay?
- Yeah, I'll buy us a few minutes.

- Go, go, go on!
- Vamos! Vamos!

Open the door!

It's a simple exchange, Locutus.

Give me the 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.

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."

34.0488 north...

No one takes from me, my dear.

- ...2518 west...
- Coordinates.

To find the Watcher.

Oh! Well done!

I suppose even higher cybernetic
life-forms can get sloppy

with where they leave secrets
lying around.

But there's more, isn't there?

When it happens. I can al...

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 you again!

What do you think you're doing,
breaking my door like that?

It's "Doctor." State your business.

Damn butterflies.

Or have you guys just given up on that?

Are you the owner of this establishment?

Yes. I'm also a US citizen
who knows her rights.

Hey, Doc,
the patients have been discharged,

but I've got a bleeder
that needs your help back here ASAP.

Look, you guys wanna 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 sorry. 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!