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Previously on Star Trek:
Strange new worlds...

Commander pelia,

this is lieutenant Scott.
He needs your help.

- I know Scotty.
- Professor.

Is it not tradition to make
a grand romantic gesture,

or have I again mistaken
how human relationships work?

I thought you and Christine

had decided to give
each other some space.

Indeed.

- Spock.
- Christine.

This is... Dr. Korby.

My date.

Captain, we're picking up
that space radiation again.

Whatever this is

does not appear to be
native to the blootar nebula.

This is space, lieutenant.

There's no such thing as... Native.

We're all children... Of the cosmos.

Cap, in the past hour, we have
had 14 more crew members report

to med bay on account of melancholia.

I have seen this only
once before... In the war.

Then we'll need a leg up.

But captain, we're
outside of regulation space.

Don't lecture me on
jurisdiction, lieutenant!

I wrote the book on space... jurisdiction.

And I am known for my... Diction.

Now

get me... the agonyans.

The agonyans are extremely
dangerous space creatures.

You don't think I know that?!

Make the call, lieutenant,

for the sake of the
blootar nebula and space.

Captain, I have the
agonyans on the space-phone.

On viewer-screen.

Greetings from the USS adventure.

I am... The captain of this vessel,

representing the whole of the
alliance of outer space planets.

I am zipnop of the
triathic agony an empire.

All worship to us, small,
pathetic, human food-piles.

We scanned an
unusual level of radiation

in the blootar nebula.

Even though this is outside
of your empire's... jurisdiction.

That is a lie!

Spread by pathetic but delicious humans.

And yet... doctor,

have we not received
multiple cases of melancholia

- aboard this ship?
- We have, cap.

And doesn't melancholia only occur

when humans are exposed
to agony an radiation waves?

- True.
- Check and... mate.

You have figured out our plan.

We may need your brain
cells to power our radiation,

but you will never stop us!

We can, and we will because we must.

It is our duty... As space explorers.

Not if we destroy you first.

I'd like to see you try.

But captain, what if they can?

You humans are rich with brain cells.

If you give them to us,

we will choose not to destroy you.

You have one minute to
comply with our wishes.

The agonyans have put
us in an impossible situation.

There is... only one solution.

We can't give them our brain cells.

We need it... For many science reasons.

Captain, the agonyans

are firing a series of
nuclear lasers at us.

Shields up! Brace for impact!

Fire photonos beams at them!

They're gone.

- And so is...
- Our brain cells. - No!

What do we do?

First... we find the agonyans

retrieve our... brain cells, and then...

We get back our joy.

The last frontier.

This is the tale of the USS adventure

on its 84-month mission

as it treks across the furthest
reaches of the universe,

striving to find unknown life,

unexplained phenomena,
and new space destinations.

To go forward, to go beyond,

to go further and bolder
than anyone ever before.

Security officer's log.

Enterprise is about to pass
through the kitolian belt,

which centers on a neutron star.

But while enterprise
studies the neutron star,

I've been assigned a separate
but equally important task.

Call it a dual mission.

You want me to... Play a game, sir?

Starfleet believes that they
have figured out a solution

to long-term, faster-than-light travel.

Starships will soon
be able to go for more

than five years without
returning to federation.

So, games and entertainment
as distraction and stress release.

Now the device we're
going to be testing is called

the "re-creation room"?

Holodeck, for short.

- Sounds better.
- Yeah.

Is this based on battle simulators?

'Cause i-I've beaten every one of those.

Why do you think we picked you?

But those simulators
are usually on starbases.

They take up huge amounts of
energy and processing power.

Can our ship actually handle it?

That's what we're here to figure out.

Our orders are clear.

While enterprise studies
the collapsing neutron star,

you're going to test the holodeck.

Put it through its paces
under a real mission.

Show it could work under
genuine, rigorous circumstances.

How rigorous do you expect a
game on the holodeck to be, sir?

Well, it's a test, lieutenant.

The kind of thing I'd do all
the time when I was a test pilot.

Which means, you push
it as hard as you can.

You told me you needed a challenge.

You're welcome.

Am I interrupting?

In lieu of my normal
morning calisthenics,

I have elected to continue dance training.

I have nearly completed my routine.

Don't stop on my account.

Computer, begin playlist: Spock 19.

Tango.

Ambitious.

I just swung by to ask
about the field emitters

for the holodeck that
you've been fixing for Scotty?

Eyes up, lieutenant.

You told me the eyes are
the anchor of the tango.

Are they not?

My diagnostics are nearly complete.

I have realigned the field emitters.

The holodeck should
be operational as soon

as you and Mr. Scott finish
designing a program for you.

Thank you.

Has the monitoring pin
been much of a burden?

I actually forgot I was wearing it.

That is a good thing.

It is best if it captures
you in a natural state,

so the holodeck can construct
the most realistic environment

for your specifications.

Speaking of, have you chosen
a subject for your simulation?

Not yet.

I am not well-versed
in human entertainment,

but violence and relaxation
seem to be popular.

Along with

romantic narratives.

Amelia.

Amelia moon? What the hell is that?

Detective stories
from earth in the 1960s.

The-the captain of the
ship that rescued me

from the gorn... he-he gave me a copy,

and I became obsessed.

Amelia was an outsider,
but she always found herself

in the middle of a
murder, or a kidnapping,

or a heist gone wrong.

And she always got
justice, no matter what.

Let's just say... She had an effect on me.

There are 112 of them in the database.

That's plenty of material
to form the simulation.

Although, the computer might

have trouble keeping the
simulation running as it is.

Pelia's on shore leave,

so, you-you want to call in Spock again?

It's nothing I can't handle.

I-I can balance the processing needs

from the rest of the ship.

Although, there is one wee wrinkle.

The holographic characters

need to be incredibly
detailed to pass muster.

The only bio-signatures
we have at that resolution

are from the transporter pattern buffer.

We'll use their likenesses

to create holographic interactive avatars.

Ready when you are, lieutenant.

Using the Amelia moon
novels as reference

and factoring in my
skills as an investigator,

create a new mystery that I
will find challenging to solve.

Spock, I

I thought you'd finished
running diagnostics.

I wanted to ensure the
computer system is functioning

at normal parameters.

I appreciate your concern.

But, don't tell Scotty.

He's been working very hard on this.

Indeed. He is sensitive.

You may run and evaluate
the program on your command.

Run program.

I can practically smell the
ocean and the cigarettes.

It would be unwise to smoke
in the confines of the holodeck.

Or at all.

No. I just meant it's-it's
very... Lifelike. Indeed.

I have spent so many hours
reading about Amelia. I just

I just can't believe I
actually get to be her.

Well, as my ancestor,

sir Arthur con an Doyle would
write, "the game is afoot."

Thank you, Mr. Spock,

but this is a single-player situation.

I am available,

should you decide you
need my assistance.

Good luck, lieutenant.

Amelia moon!

- Thank goodness you're here.
- Uhura.

Joni gloss. We met briefly

when you handled that
fox fiasco last November.

Saved my client's career,

and kept him out of San
Quentin. Now, follow me.

I'm the one who found the body.

Of course, I did.

I'm always the first to arrive.

And I have a rule in this town.

If you're on time, you're late.

And if you're late, you're dead.

In this case, literally.

Not by my hand, of course.

You'll put that in your record?

Only, you weren't the first
guest to arrive, were you?

One of them killed Tony,
I just don't know who.

That's why I called you.

I need you to solve this
before the cops show up.

They will arrest every one of us

just to sell the story to

the gossip rags, and then,
poof, before you know it,

half my clients, out of a job.

So, protect your clients.

Except the murderer, obviously.

I'm going to drop them.

Where's the body?

In there.

Staying honest, I
could barely look at him.

I'll stall the others in the sitting room

while you go do what it is you... do.

Got a light?

Fantastic.

Hollywood, California.

Mansions, movie stars, and murder.

Strangulation.

But with what?

At 9:00 P.M. tonight, Tony hart,

head of lomond picture studios

was strangled in his own home.

But with what?

And by whom?

And don't forget about the "why."

Find your motive, and
you've got your killer.

Usually, a motive hides quiet
secrets hidden in shadows

and behind closed doors,

but I could see this case had it all.

Passion, desperation, jealousy, rage.

And as for the suspects,

you may recognize
some of the guests from

lomond's television
space adventure hour,

the last frontier,

including the show's creator tk bellows

and former actress turned
producer sunny lupino.

The show's stars... Adelaide Shaw,

Maxwell Saint and Lee
woods... are also here,

along with Shaw's main
squeeze, Anthony macbeau.

And you already met
power agent joni gloss.

Your host, Tony hart, is dead,

and one of you murdered him.

Hold your horses.

Why would one of us
want to murder hart?

Because your show
was about to be canceled.

Canceled? But we're a hit.

Ratings.

Now, here's how this is going to go.

No one is gonna walk out of that door

or make any phone calls.

Even you, William Morris.

We're all gonna get real cozy

until we've worked this all out.

This can't be happening. To me.

What we know:

At 9:00 P.M. tonight,
someone strangled Tony hart

with an unknown
weapon in his bedroom.

We know the killer is in this room,

and we know the likely
motive is the cancelation

of the last frontier.

And the key to this puzzle

is as clear as glass.

What?

Wait, it wasn't... It wasn't me.

Everyone knows your drink, pal.

I believe you.

Besides, you favor a
frostier shade of pink.

But this shade is classic.

Max factor's Ruby red,
released in 1955, and splashed

all over fashion magazines

on the iconic face of model
and pop star sunny lupino.

What can I say, I'm a trendsetter.

But that doesn't make me a killer.

That doesn't.

But this does.

The last frontier was your
first project as a producer.

You fought to get it on the air,

leveraged your
relationships with the studio

and your ex-husband.

Bet your whole career on it.

Tony and I were
divorced, but we were still

very much invested in
each other's success.

You were a little more
invested than most, weren't you?

It's expensive to bring space
into American living rooms, so

you took a personal loan from

the mob. But if the show was canceled,

you'd never be able to pay it back, so

you killed Tony to keep it on the air.

The only thing I know about
that man is that he's a fan.

He wanted an autograph.

Why the telelens, then?

I was having dinner
at perino's with Johnny.

Carson. He was trying to
talk me into a project at nbc.

Tony was keeping tabs on me

to make sure I wasn't being unfaithful.

To the studio.

But you're right.

I did invest my own money,

I just didn't take it from the mob.

I sold the house.

Mine and Tony's first house.

But you love that house.

Until I convinced Alfred to
put me in crows, I was just

another pair of lips.

But that Oscar opened doors.

And what did I use it
for, my own star vehicles?

No. When I heard tk's pitch

for the last frontier, I
knew it was special.

And you'd do anything to save it.

You're damn right, I would.

I even came to Tony with a plan.

- But he refused.
- He agreed.

We were going over the details

when Maxwell Saint interrupted us.

If you really want to know
what happened to Tony,

talk to him.

My god.

Lee? Is she dead?

You know I'm an actor,
not a doctor, right?

But, yeah. I mean, look at her.

She's obviously dead.

Poison.

- Scotty, you busy?
- A bit busy, yeah.

Your simulation is pulling

a wee bit more power
than expected. Why?

Base a holodeck on a battle simulator

- and it's going to act like one.
- What does that mean?

Well, it's figured me
out, learned my moves.

- Just like an enemy opponent.
- Well, how can I change that?

No, I need a fresh eye,

someone who won't see things like I do.

In book number 57, murder
at the paper moon inn,

Amelia moon needed a partner.

Well, I'm afraid it can't be me

if you want the enterprise
to continue running.

No, that's okay.

I think I might have the
perfect dance partner already.

Spock, thank you for coming.

I'm here to assist in any way I can.

Though, may I ask, if the
holodeck has defeated you,

why not just end the mission?

Look, pike gave me very clear orders:

Test the device under
rigorous circumstances.

Also, it didn't defeat me, I leveled up

and then it increased the difficulty.

Besides,

Amelia moon doesn't give
up until she gets her man,

and neither do I.

I have briefed myself on the case.

What was detective moon's partner like?

- Proficient, I assume?
- He was a bumbling idiot.

- That does not seem useful.
- No.

You will be much more so.

Who's this guy?

Detective Spock.

He works with me.

I didn't know this was a pajama party.

Hang on.

Did central casting send you?

What, with those ears?

Detective Spock doesn't watch television.

So he's a communist?

More likely one of those cinema snobs.

What does it matter?

The holo-kirk seems particularly agitated.

He should, he's number
one on my suspect list.

Thanks for coming so fast.

These fluctuations... here.

They're becoming more frequent.

We are six hours from a collapsing star.

Minor surges are to be expected.

Everyone's pulling an all-nighter.

I even recommended
pike reinstate ortegas.

And you trust her?

- I do.
- Auxiliary power

also seems to be having issues.

This seems beyond standard.

Don't worry, I've got
everything under control.

Wow, that is a sensory overload.

All normal, all under control.

The omnidirectional holo-diodes produce

a tremendous number of
variables to keep an eye on.

Do you need a second set of eyes?

No, I've got it.

In my experience, sometimes
a second set of eyes

can be... detrimental. I-I can handle it.

Okay, but I do need to sign
off on your engineering logs

before returning to
work on the neutron star.

Fingers crossed you improve
upon the haphazard example

set by your... Supervisor.

Yes, I'm familiar with,
pelia's infamous logs.

An eagle could go
blind from reading them.

- Broken already?
- No, no.

Just a wee bug, to be expected with

beta phase testing.

You know, a simulator this
big will automatically pull

processing power to
compensate, but, you know,

it's not a problem.

I'll just, divert a little juice. Yeah.

La'an may be running this test, but,

you're the failsafe.

Understood. Loud and clear.

But, you know, I've got it.

Mr. Saint, did you kill
Tony hart and sunny lupino?

Nope.

Did you?

Sonny said you and Tony
were fighting before he died.

A tiff. A row.

A tangle, maybe.

It's not even worth discussing.

It was jealousy.

Jealousy?

Your cuff.

There was an identical
one at the crime scene.

A little trinket from hart's secretary.

She likes me.

You were having an affair.

You caught me.

And Mr. Hart had an issue with this?

Well, only because
he was having an affair

with the same secretary.

Sounds complicated.

No, not really. It was casual.

You work closely with
people, and things happen.

You two must know how that goes.

What? We

no, this-this is about
you, not... anyone else.

Look, I'm an actor.

I like drama, but it's
certainly nothing to kill for.

And besides, I had
already convinced hart that

it was over between
me and the secretary.

And how did you do that?

Me and Maxwell?

Absolutely 100% never.

You seem awfully heated about that.

He's a chauvinistic egomaniac.

I can barely stand to
be on set with the guy.

Why would I go to bed with him?

Were you aware that the
show was being cancelled?

I heard whispers.

How did you feel about it?

Well, my lines and my skirts have been

getting shorter and
shorter with every episode,

and the only person

who ever fought for
my character was sunny.

And now she's dead, so...

Did you know that I
was just 18 when I played

hedda gabler on the west end?

I'm good at what I do, detectives.

But all anyone seems to
care about is your love life.

Must be frustrating.

Yeah, it is.

But is it wrong to want love

and to be taken seriously in my career?

So, why do you think
there are persistent rumors

about your affair with Mr. Saint?

How did you feel about miss lupino?

You mean, did I have
a reason to kill her?

No.

I admired her.

She couldn't settle
for being a work of art.

She wanted to make art.

Art means a lot to you.

It's everything.

If I can give a gift to the world,

I want to help people unleash

the artistic beast inside of them.

How does one "unleash
the artistic beast"?

I've been doing an artists salon.

Lee probably told you about it.

What goes on at an artists salon?

Mac plays guitar.

Others sing, paint.

- And you?
- Lee writes.

She's been writing a screenplay, actually.

- A movie.
- A screenplay?

Why?

Mac told you that?

A western set in the dakotas.

There was a script in the victim's room,

about the dakotas.

Who else knew about this?

Guilty conscience got you running?

More like a weak stomach.

Must be hard to watch something
you've poured so much into

just disappear.

It's not my favorite feeling, no.

But the ratings were too
low to warrant a season two?

Our fan base is small,
but it's quite passionate.

Were you threatened

by the western motion
picture miss woods wrote?

Lee wrote another
western? Good for her.

She'll never tire of that dying genre.

So, you knew about the script?

You weren't jealous?

What about the cancellation?
Did you know about that, too?

Is that why you ripped up
your contract? Out of anger?

Do you know what they say
about a show after its first season?

No. What do they say?

Practically writes itself.

Hart ripped up that contract, not me.

He was actually doing me a favor.

You wanted to leave the show?

Warners has the rights to
a book I've been chasing.

They're even gonna let me direct.

Yeah, I-I-I love our show, but movies...

That's how you change
hearts and minds, kids.

So, you're happy the
show was being canceled?

Detective.

I'm a writer.

I'm never happy about anything.

But I didn't kill anyone.

They all worked together,

yet allowed their emotions to jeopardize

the very work that they all shared.

What is that?

Lee woods's script.

I knew something was off about it.

Look, no title page.

But why?

Perhaps to hide the
connection to the writer.

No, no, no, not from
bellows. He didn't even care.

No.

What if Lee's not the
one who removed it?

La'an...

The chandelier appears to have been

purposefully cut to harm us.

To stop us because we're close.

The screenplay doesn't have a title page

because it was stolen.

Hart stole Lee's script and was
going to credit someone else,

probably a man, because that
happened all the time back then.

So she killed him for it.

There is a more pressing matter.

Blood?

Well, I-I thought the
holodeck had safety protocols.

Perhaps they are malfunctioning.

We should get out of
here, not risk anything else.

Computer, end program.

Mr. Scott, please end program.

Computer, arch.

So... We can't shut it off,

the program could actually hurt us,

and we can't get out.

Indeed.

Lieutenant Scott, are
you looking for me?

Say I've got this hypothetical
communications problem,

could you advise me on
this problem that, again,

you know, it's not a real problem,

in the traditional sense
of the word "problem."

- It's...
- I think I followed that.

In the highly unlikely event

that I were to have
lost all contact with la'an

inside the holodeck,
what would you advise?

Well, if comms failed,

I'd bypass local
subprocessors and patch directly

into the optical data network.

Yeah. Imagine in this hypothetical,

like, I've already done
that, multiple times.

Hypothetically, I'd shut
the simulation down.

Which, I'm assuming,

you've already, hypothetically, done.

Scotty, are you telling me
la'an is trapped in the holodeck?

Have you tried knocking on the door?

Or simply blowing it off?

The holodeck is a complex
balance of force fields,

tractor beams, and
precision-guided diodes,

all hardwired in.

So, blowing it up would crash
our entire computer system.

Permanently. Per my calculations,

the only way to unlock the program

is for the lieutenant to complete it,

but she's unaware of this.

What does completing it entail?

Solving a murder mystery
set in 1969 Hollywood.

I'm on it.

- Thank you, ensign.
- Yeah.

You-you know that
wasn't all hypothetical?

Yeah, I caught on almost immediately.

Okay.

Unfortunately, I was
unable to access the panel

while in the simulation.

I still can't reach Scotty over comms

or anyone on the ship.

So, we have a computer problem

and a communications problem.

We also have a murderer problem.

If the killer comes after us,
we could actually die in here.

So maybe the only way to
survive is to catch the murderer.

Which means... We're
going to go solve this mystery.

I-I just... Can't believe
you wanted off the show.

You also wanted off the show.

- You know what I think?
- I think you hate me,

and you hate the fact
that I gave you the best job

that you're ever gonna have.

Are you threatening me?

Did you all hear that?

Tk threatened me!

He tells no lies.

What would you know?

You're only here as
Adelaide's escape hatch.

What is that supposed to mean?

Audiences don't like you.

At least I can deliver
a line realistically.

It's called acting.

And you know

what's not realistic? A lady first officer.

Face it. You knew
your days were limited.

That's why you agreed to
marry Mick bowie over here,

so you could disappear
on tour as his groupie

and nobody would notice
that your career was dead!

Everyone shut up, now!

Right.

Where is Lee woods?

And who is this guy?

She's dead.

Joni gloss.

It's not what it looks like.

I was just looking for a light.

She was dead when I found her.

You had quite a bit of cash to lose

from the cancelation of
the last frontier, didn't you?

I had three clients on that
show. You do the math.

But I didn't kill Tony
hart, though I wish I had.

And why is that?

Because canceling the last frontier

is the stupidest thing Tony's ever done.

Do you realize how
rare a show like this is?

Tk wanted to give audiences
a digestible reflection

of their own world
through the lens of fantasy.

Social commentary with rubber masks

and buried metaphors.
You know, science fiction.

And the studio did not
agree with this vision?

They were more... Cautious.

Didn't want to "make
waves." The cowards.

Tk wanted frontier to
take our rotten world,

with its warts and injustices,

and give audiences something better.

And all of that with
weekly space adventures?

You don't find the idea inspiring?

You don't think some kid out
there is going to see this show

and spend the rest of their
life searching the stars?

You don't think a person
can love a piece of art

or music or a story so
much that it heals them?

Shows them parts of themselves
they'd never even seen before?

And give them hope?

Well, no, of-of course I do.

A show like this could've gone on forever.

Given generations

of fans a place to feel seen, to belong,

something to believe in again,

no matter who they were
or where they came from.

But you can't do any of
that without a season two.

Finally, a light.

A fake fire?

Tony had impeccable taste in film,

but his sense of decor is just tragic.

What's inside the fireplace?

Celluloid film.

Discontinued in the 22nd century,

many say to the detriment of cinema.

I think this is the murder weapon.

But it's also a recording.

There's something on this
film the killer wanted to destroy,

but made the same mistake joni did.

Spock, we have to see what's on this.

All right, neutron star
collapse is imminent.

Uhura, are scanners receiving data?

Right on time, sir.

Captain, I'm detecting a gamma burst

heading into our flight path.

It's heavier energy than expected.

The sensors are overloading.

Shields up.

Let's go to yellow alert.

Ortegas, take us down.

Steer as clear as you can.

I'd like to, but we just
had a massive power drain.

Engines aren't responding.

Neither are shields.

Bridge to science lab.

Mr. Scott, what's
happening to our system?

Well, it seems the holodeck

is pulling a wee bit more
power than I'd anticipated.

Then shut it down.

We have a situation on the
bridge, and I need power, now.

Yeah, it's not quite that easy, sir.

Red alert.

Mr. Scott,

without engine power, we
are going to fly head-first

into a massive gamma-ray burst,

and we are not going to survive it.

Mr. Scott, I need a solution.

I can manually

reroute power to you
in small increments.

That should give you something.

Do it. Do it now.

You've got roughly 30
seconds of acceleration.

Can you make that work?

I do like a good challenge.

We're through.

Let's hope there isn't another one.

Mr. Scott, I'd like to talk to
lieutenant noonien-Singh.

Let me see if I can get her.

Let's say I figured out
a way to contact la'an.

Hypothetically.

Then you'd be my hypothetical hero.

I think you can't get
through in a conventional way

because the AI is blocking out all comms

that don't come from the simulation.

It's refusing to let her talk to anyone

who's not part of the
program. It's-it's... it's evolving.

So you need to convince
it you're a hologram, too.

I wrote the book on space jurisdiction,

and I am known

for my... diction.

Now... Get me... the agonyans.

The agonyans?

- Cut!
- What?

Keep rolling. Keep rolling.

- Okay.
- Was that too much? I-I

I thought it was great.

- I completely felt it.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay. Quiet on the set.

Quiet on the set.

What's the problem now?

Where do I even start?

Maybe you could try delivering the line

like an actual human being for once?

Well, maybe if you wrote a line...

Worth delivering, I could try to.

What is this scene even about?

I thought it was about capitalism.

Big surprise.

You didn't understand the script.

Again.

Does no one here care about my vision?

Sir?

- What?!
- You... There's a call.

Not a good time.

What? I...

You can't do that. I-I... I
am the show. You c... i...

You'll regret this.

La'an? La'an?

La'an, I don't know if you'll see this,

but it was my only chance
of getting a message to you.

The holodeck is pulling all computer

processing power
from the rest of the ship.

The only way to stop it is to
end the program, which means

you have to solve the mystery.

Wait. If we're pulling
all processing power,

that includes shields,
navigation, life support.

They could die. We could all die.

An accurate assessment.

An accurate asse... How
are you not more concerned?

These are our friends, our lives.

You asked me to remain detached.

I am merely doing as you requested.

We now know that bellows
did indeed care very much

about the cancellation.

Yep. That gives him motive,
and he had an opportunity.

But he had no reason
to kill woods or lupino.

She didn't cancel the
show. She would have done

anything to save it.

That's true.

Including firing me.

You know, for such a smart detective,

you're awfully stupid.

They weren't canceling us.

They were replacing me.

On my own show.

Perhaps we should sit
down and calmly discuss this.

I came here calm. I came
here to ask for my job back.

Do you have any idea
how humiliating that is?

And when he said no, that's when you

I didn't kill anybody!

Then put the gun down.

You could actually hurt someone in here.

Th-this isn't a game anymore.

This was never a game.

This is my career.

And I'm not putting the gun down

because I'm not the killer.

But someone else here is.

Me?

- I was brought here - to solve this case.
- I know.

Amelia moon, the great detective.

Death just seems to follow
her wherever she goes.

No, this is crazy. I

and your strange
friend in his odd clothes,

so devoid of emotion.

Always watching, studying.

Hey, wait a minute.

Did the network send you?

Are you my replacement?

No! You idiot!

He was just here to help me!

I-I didn't. I didn't.

Spock? Spock?

I'm okay.

Thank god.

Wh...

What is it?

It's you.

You're the killer.

You poisoned lupino's cup

when you were "running diagnostics."

You sabotaged the chandelier,
then saved me from it.

And then... You killed woods.

A novel theory, but I have no motive.

I am simply your colleague,
assisting you with a case.

You're not even a part of this story.

I brought you here.

Because you made me bring you here.

You're not my colleague.

You're a hologram.

You have been since the
moment I walked into the holodeck.

I asked the computer for
a mystery made for me,

and it gave me you, because, well,

it watched me earlier
with the real Spock, and

it knew I'd never suspect him.

Bravo, lieutenant la'an noonien-Singh.

You have solved the mystery.

Computer

end program?

While holodeck technology

certainly holds promise, the risks

outweigh the potential benefits.

We do not recommend
the device be installed

on active ships... at this time.

How about we
recommend that it be locked

in a box deep underground somewhere?

Well, if I could just make
one wee, tiny addendum.

It-it just needs a dedicated server room

and power source that

include it in the report,
but as a footnote.

In small print.

Lieutenant?

Do you know how many
crew we have on board?

203.

Specifically, 203 of the
finest star fleet has to offer.

There is never any reason

to do something alone
when you need help.

Yeah, but what if there is?

About a week before my
last ship ran into the gorn,

I was building a sensor array.

I thought I saw some anomalies,

but I didn't have time to finish it.

My co said she would, but
she didn't, and then we...

What happened on the
star diver wasn't your fault.

What we do here is hard,

and sometimes bad things happen.

But this crew is a team.

Knowing when to ask
for help isn't a weakness.

It's a strength.

One the captain and I value very highly.

Thank you for agreeing to
finish our lesson from earlier.

Of course.

Computer, begin playlist: Spock 21.

So I take it the holodeck
mystery test was not

to your satisfaction.

Well, I requested a solo mystery,

yet the holodeck led me to
believe I needed a partner.

You.

It misunderstood your prompt?

That, I think it understood perfectly.

I just didn't take into account

that the holodeck knew
me better than I realized.

It gave me a suspect I never anticipated.

Interesting technology.

How did you deduce this twist?

I didn't at first.

I was looking for clues
in all the wrong places.

But now I understand
the puzzle it built for me.

And what was that?

It created a holographic version of you

that was clear-headed, logical.

Cold.

Words that have been
used to describe me.

But I... I know you.

I know the feel of your
arms when we dance.

I... know the way we
look into each other's eyes.

He didn't look at me like that.

Or perhaps I've misread the situation.

Earlier today

I wondered if it was I
who had misunderstood.

Because for a moment, I
thought that you wanted...

And... did you also want?

We will eat the human food-pies!

Is it... is it pies, or piles?

- It's piles.
- Pies?

Left.

And back. Right, right,
right, right, right, right.

And right!

How's this?

How about this?

- Goddamn it!
- Costumes!

You guys, is it "nebula"?

Whoa!

- Then we'll need a leg up.
- Then we'll need a leg up.

- That's my line!
- I thought I had the leg bit.

- Line?
- What? Why would you have the leg bit?

I-I don't know. I
thought I had the leg bit.

Well, it's clearly my
line! It's a captain's line.

Why would she have the leg bit?

It's my line.

Yeah. We're waiting on sound.

Red leather, yellow leather.

Hey.

I've lost her.

I've lost her!

I've lost her!

Jesus Christ. I was
trying to get my leg over.

Can... this chair...

Can someone fix the chair? Please?

I'm... I w... I can't work
like... Open the door.

Help. Help!

- Whoa, whoa, there!
- Yeah, I got you.

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