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Previously
on Star Trek: Discovery...

That's the Federation
distress signal.

A distress signal must include
an encoded message of some kind.

Adira can write an algorithm
that can decode it.

Update me the moment
you have something, Commander.

What the Federation's
done for us,

for other worlds like ours...

I want in.

Well, you'll have to speak
to Captain Saru.

And clarify your intentions
aboard his starship.

- Aye, aye. One "aye." Yeah.
- One "aye."

I would like you to serve
as my acting first officer.

Saru made the right choice.

The Sphere data was transmitted
here for us to protect it.

Your crew requires
what they used to call

R and R, Captain.

Perhaps now it desires

to protect us.

She's close to redline.

I'm dying.

It's not that cut and dry.

If you'd come to me sooner,
I could have

saved you a lot of trouble.

I wasn't aware
you had any medical training.

Yes, well, I guess I'm a man
of widely varying interests.

Now, I understand
she's been presenting

with physiological symptoms,

but the cure won't be found
anywhere in this room.

Or in this galaxy,
for that matter.

Computer, open classified file
Beta-4895-Omega.

Lieutenant Commander Yor.
Deceased.

- Time soldier.
- Time solider?

Consider yourself lucky to have
skipped the Temporal Wars.

Amongst the many horrible things
we discovered

when weaponizing time:

temporal travel
can make you pretty sick.

Turns out our molecules
are designed

to function in the time
in which they're created.

But everyone on Discovery
traveled through time.

Yes, but only one of you is
also from a parallel universe.

Yor here traveled forward
from 2379

and across
from an alternate universe

created
by the temporal incursion

of a Romulan mining ship.

Before Georgiou,
Yor was the only individual

known to have traveled
across both time and dimensions.

So, you knew
this would happen to her?

Suspected.

Every molecule fights to either

go back in time
or jump a cosmic divide.

By the end, Yor was in such pain

the doctors petitioned
the Federation for euthanasia.

They couldn't send him back

to his own universe?

Not without breaking

the Inter-dimensional
Displacement Restriction.

Part of the Temporal Accords.

Which are ironclad.

But Georgiou didn't get sick

when she first crossed
to the Prime universe.

900 years have passed.

The Prime and Mirror universes
have been drifting apart

the whole time.
Yor's experience

was a breeze compared with
what Georgiou is about to face.

Well, thank you.

I'll tell her what's happening.

No, you won't.
A dying Terran's basic instinct

is to find a way
to die in battle.

The more glorious, the better.

You want to set that loose
on your ship?

Honestly, the best thing
you could do is sedate her

and put her in
a comfortable cell in the brig.

Computer,
incorporating new data,

is there another solution
to help Georgiou?

Include data sets from before we
jumped to the future and after.

This is pointless.
There is absolutely no...

There is a solution.

Show us.

Well, if it isn't Saru's
walking command blunder.

Find a way to kill
everyone on board yet?

Maybe they'll call you "Killy"
after all.

If you're struggling
with everyday tasks,

we can help you.

Privately.

What are you insinuating?

I saw your hand.

My hand is fine.

See?

Where I'm from,

wars have been started
over much less.

Thankfully, we're not there.

- Culber's asking for you.
- Let me guess.

He has found another way to say

he has no idea
what's happening to me.

No. There's been a development.

It won't matter.

If I were you,

I'd find a phaser
and put me down like a dog.

Apparently, the cure
can be found on Dannus Five.

Every time we queried
the Sphere data for treatment,

no matter how we entered it,
it gave us this same result.

That your computer merged

with a sentient intelligence
is...

It's great for movie night.

Doesn't mean we should trust it.

It was bringing
the crew together.

Helping them.

Maybe it's trying to help
one of our own again?

Discovery's computer
has acquired

all current Federation databases

in addition to those
from our original time...

Databases that were lost
or damaged in the Burn.

It has a scope and context
we can't even conceive of.

What are the odds we're
talking about here, really?

According to the computer's
metadata analysis

of probabilities,

Georgiou has a five percent
chance of survival

if we take her there.
Zero if we don't.

Emperor Georgiou and I
have not always

seen eye to eye,

yet I am sympathetic
to her plight.

That said,

I regret
that this is an instance

wherein the needs of the many

must outweigh
the needs of the one.

- Sir?
- We have received reports

that the Emerald Chain
is about to conduct

the equivalent
of military exercises

as they did near Argeth.

The entire fleet is being placed

on yellow alert, Commander.

Where is this planet again?

Just shy of the Gamma Quadrant,
near the galactic rim.

So nowhere near the Chain.

Georgiou will be a menace

to any civilization
she runs across.

And Dannus Five is uninhabited.

Well, an uninhabited planet

is better than the brig
in a starship.

Well, if we don't find
a cure there,

I doubt she'll even make it back
to Discovery.

♪ ♪

All right. I'll authorize it.

Providing Commander Burnham
can answer a question for me.

Yes, sir.

Will you really be able
to let her go

when it comes down to it?

'Cause the odds
are not good here,

and according to your files,
you hesitated last time.

Couldn't make the hard call.

You're referring to
Commander Airiam.

Your entire crew would've died.

Which is exactly why
I will never hesitate again.

Sir.

Disclosure to crew
will be need-to-know

at Captain Saru's discretion.

Dismissed.

Captain Saru, a word?

Not what you would have done?

Well, given my understanding
of the Federation's priorities,

I would have made
a different choice, yes.

I never listened to advice
when I was green,

but take it
from an old salt who's made

a lot of bad calls in his day.

A crew member is drowning.

If we let her, then your crew
will never look at you

or the Federation
the same way again.

And you will never look at
yourself the same way, either.

Yes, sir.

And thank you, sir.

We'll deal with the Chain.

See you when you get back.

Georgiou.

Philippa, I'm talking to you.

Planet in the middle of nowhere.

Barely any chance
there's anything there.

Being sent there by a sentient
computer with a sense of humor.

What am I missing?

Maybe we'll find something
that can help you.

Enough of your help.

Your help is useless.

Fight me!

This is the coward's way out.

You know I would never hurt you.

Then you will die.

Killing me would have been

the greatest honor
of my Burnham's life.

It would have been
my greatest honor

- to have been killed by her.
- I'm sorry to disappoint.

A Terran greets death
every morning.

Being ill simply means that
my birthday is arriving sooner.

Philippa, you're never gonna get

the death you want here.

You'll be a study.

Just a point of reference.

You want honor?

It's out there.

No more tests
or poking or prodding.

Just you and me and whatever's
waiting for you on that planet.

In my universe, I plucked you
off a rubbish heap.

How kind of you.

You think you are
so different from her.

You have the same need
to bend people to your will.

The only difference is that
you lie about it to yourself.

Does all that mean
you're coming?

Lead me to my death,
Angel Michael.

Hold out your wrist.

- What is that?
- Death's alarm clock.

Dr. Culber wants you to wear it.

It's a bio-scanner
to monitor your condition.

Let's just hope
it doesn't get to red.

It's hideous.

Wear it anyway.

And get ready. We're about
to go to black alert.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Bridge says we've arrived
at Dannus Five.

You preparing to meet
an army down there?

One can hope.

Those who I will
take with me in battle

will be my servants
in the afterlife.

I never thought I'd get you

- to keep that on your wrist.
- Oh.

I'll let it fall off next time
it flickers away.

Saru. Come to see me off?

How nice that you'll be
rid of me.

I do hope
for the best of outcomes,

but thankfully,
you and I have never had

to parse words with one other.

I fear this may be
the last we see of you,

and I want you to know
that I have learned

as much from you as I learned
from our prime Georgiou.

Where I'm from, we were prime
and you were the mirror.

As it should be.

Good luck, Emperor.

Thank you, Captain.

Number One.

I expect your crew
may survive you after all.

You've been good for me.
Weirdly.

Good luck.

Let's go, shall we?

Where the hell are we?

Right where the Sphere data
told us to be.

But I've never seen
a planet look so...

Empty? A perfect place to die.

Okay, we're here.

Now what?

Says we're supposed
to go this way.

♪ ♪

Come on, you're a distress call.

You want to be heard.

Hey.

Hey, that's sensitive equipment.

Sorry, sorry.

I take it that the algorithm
is still stuck?

It's been like that for hours.

Did you do a diagnostic?

I did ten.

No, wait.
Y-You forgot to reinitiate.

No, I didn't.

You paused the algorithm when
you put in a new storage array.

You need to restart it again.

See? Right here.

I just cost us so much time.

You're tired.

You haven't slept.

You're angry with Gray.

Um, I'm not angry.

It's okay to miss him.

I don't miss him.

Okay? The last few weeks
have been great.

Yeah, I-I am enjoying my life
so much more without him.

And if he was here right now,
I-I would thank him

for leaving without a word.

Maybe he's doing
what he thinks is best.

Um, he did say that he wants you

to make ties
with the outside world, right?

Yeah, but he-he doesn't get
to decide what's good for me.

No. He doesn't.

Video rendering complete.

What the...?

Is-is that...?

Go find Saru.

Okay. Um...

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, Captain. A word?

If you do not mind talking
on the move, Mr. Booker.

Yeah, sure.

Look, I want to thank you again

for what you did on Kwejian.

No need for thanks.
It is the reason

for the Federation's existence.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

- I think I can help you.
- Help?

I want to stick around for a
bit, and I plan to earn my way.

I'm not sure if you heard, but

I'm skilled a pilot,
an engineer.

And I have information.

I am listening.

I'm hearing the Emerald Chain
is getting ready

for what they like to call
"training exercises."

Only most times,
it's not to train.

That confirms intelligence
we have already received.

Who are your sources?

Couriers. I-I can't say who,

but it does confirm
your own intel,

so let me keep at it, yeah?

I have no doubt you are
a man of many resources,

but this is the United
Federation of Planets.

We have a way of doing things.

We must lean on protocol
when situations are unclear.

So you want me to, uh,
sit back, relax

and read the field manual?

- You may find it informative.
- How exciting.

When we first arrived,
I, too, was eager to assist.

Ultimately, we had to wait
for our moment

to prove ourselves.

I trust you will find your
moment as well, Mr. Booker.

♪ ♪

We're gonna find it.

Whatever it is,
we're not leaving here

without a solution for you.

My Burnham wouldn't
have bothered

trying to make me feel better.

She'd have found
a solution already.

Is that so?

Tell me something, Philippa.

Why her?

What?

Why did you pick her
off the rubbish heap?

All the other children came
running, hands out, pleading.

You stayed on the heap, prepared
to be your own salvation.

Sounds nice, but that's
your Michael Burnham. Not me.

Well, that's the part

to make the gods laugh,
isn't it?

You won't give me
a suitable death

because you're trying to save
someone who's already dead.

Perhaps I should join
your Philippa Georgiou in hell.

Things don't always have to be
so hard between us.

It doesn't always
have to be a fishing expedition

for something
to make you feel better.

You're antagonizing me
because you killed her

- and you regret it.
- I'm antagonizing you

because you are not her,
and I regret that.

We followed the damn directions.
What are we doing here?

I'm picking up a li...

Well, it's not exactly
a life sign, but...

Where?

Looks like right here.

Hmm.

Well, look at that.

I was just reading about you.

"Emperor Georgiou dies
horribly painful death."

Geez, you know,
read all about it, huh?

What the hell is this?

This is obviously... this.

Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

I'm, uh, I'm Carl.

And you're asking
the wrong questions.

Fine.

What is that?

What do you call a cute portal?

A-door-able.

A clown held a door open for me.

It was a nice jester.

Hmm.

No sense of humor, huh?

Why is it here?

So she can go through.

Maybe you should have
studied up on doors a little

before you came down here.

Where does it lead?

It doesn't lead. It follows.

The cure to all your ills
could be through here.

Who knows?

No radiation.

No energy signature.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

It doesn't
really register at all.

Philippa?

Did you do that?

It's not my work
you're seeing here.

But we're here for a reason,
so do something. Help her.

You're antagonizing me
because you're pissed at her.

Am I right?

Hmm?

You know, you really should
just read the paper.

Everything you need to know is
right here in black and white.

That infernal paper says
I'm dead,

but I'm still very much alive.

Well, that's because this
is tomorrow's news.

You're still
very much alive today.

But by all means,
continue wasting time.

This is Dr. Issa
of the KSF Khi'eth,

registry number 971014...

broadcasting
across all channels.

We are stranded,
but we have not lost hope.

Six months ago,
we were contacted

by Captain Robert Weems
of the USS Hiraga Gennai.

They were coming to rescue us,

expecting to reach us
in two weeks at maximum warp.

But we have heard
nothing since...

She was already being affected
by the radiation.

- that the Hiraga has
been destroyed,
-Hmm?

- tying to penetrate...
Those marks
on her forehead

must be radiation burns.

It is urgent that the Verubin...

Sorry. We tried to fix the end,

but that's the best
we could get.

The message is over
a hundred years old.

Made sometime after the crash.

Has to have been at least
a few years before the Burn.

They were Kelpiens.

Federation records show
that the mission was

to investigate
a "dilithium nursery"

located within
the Verubin Nebula.

The Khi'eth
is still broadcasting

this distress signal?

On a loop, sir.

I-It's kind of amazing
their systems are still working.

Their ship must have retained
some semblance of integrity.

I want to know what
is happening inside of it.

We have the prefix code
to the onboard sensors.

We should be able to open up
a back door to the systems.

- Do it.
- Should I debrief
the admiral, sir?

Admiral Vance is...

well, he's focused on the threat
posed by the Emerald Chain.

Let us wait
until we have something

more substantive to report.

Aye, sir.

Uh, dismissed.

This is Dr. Issa
of the KSF Khi'eth,

registry number 971014,

broadcasting
across all channels.

We are stranded,
but we have not lost hope.

What happens if she goes
through the door?

She'll be on the other side.

Give me a straight answer.

The answer follows the question.

It's dangerous
if it goes the other way.

Is this the cure?

Goodness gracious. Is she sick?

- No.
- Hmm.

This is the chance.

Ah. Now, there is an answer.

This is the chance your computer
was pointing us to,

and I'm taking it.

Fair warning.

Your lovely bracelet will remain
safely in the green.

But there are other ways to die.

- This is ridiculous.
- We're going back to Discovery.

No. Whatever comes, at least
I'll die standing on my feet.

Wait.

- No time.
- Philippa...

God, Michael,
know when to shut the hell up.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Terra firma!

Terra firma!

- Terra firma!
- Terra firma!

Terra firma!

Terra firma!

Welcome aboard,
Emperor Georgiou.

♪ ♪

Emperor?

A most excellent welcome.

Imperial Command from Discovery.

The emperor is safely arrived.

Emperor, it is truly an honor
to have you aboard.

Once we break Terra's orbit,
we'll be off on our journey.

Emperor?

Yes, Captain Killy?

Do you need to refresh
in your stateroom first?

No. I want a full status report.

Tell me everything you know.

We've received reports of
discontent in the outer sectors.

Insurrection among
the slave systems.

You know how slaves are.

The first Uprising?

Not to worry.
We've sent out fleet ships

to deal with the unrest.

Any civilizations
that don't come to heel

will be destroyed.

I see.

And what about our journey?

Once we're outside
the Terran Defense Grid,

we'll set out at maximum warp.

We'll arrive
at the Imperial Shipyard

at Epsilon Indi Four
within a few hours.

Imperial Shipyard.

This is... this is the day
we christen the Charon.

Hmm. This is...

This is the day
Lorca betrays me.

He's plotting a coup.

As you are aware.

You must know
I would have nothing to do

- with a plot against you.
- Of course not.

If I thought so, I wouldn't ask,
and you'd be dead.

Tell me what you've learned.

I was waiting to speak to you
somewhere more private.

The Honor Guard can be trusted.

Very well.

You are correct.
There is a plot against you.

Lorca.

He's inciting violence,

claiming that you've authorized
arrests and executions

for unproven acts of sedition.

And now he wants me dead.

So it would seem.

And, um, well,
there is more, but...

You wish to inform me

that Michael has betrayed me.

They are sleeping together.

I already know that.

And today is the day

she will try to take my throne
and my life.

Emperor, this is high treason.

I will handle it.

Imperial law is clear
on the act of treason.

Death is mandated, regardless

of the perpetrator's
relationship...

Let me make myself clear.

Lorca's coup will fail,
Michael will return to the fold

and the path of what has been
set in motion will change

because I will change it.

My apologies, Emperor.

You know I seek
only to protect you.

And so I must tell you that
if this situation were known,

you would risk losing
the trust of your loyalists.

And they will show you no mercy.

Then I will need you
to make certain

that it is not known by anyone.

I will not die today.

I know Michael.

It is not too late for her
to make a different choice.

You may proceed.

Her Imperial Highness,
Mother of the Fatherland,

Overlord of Vulcan,

Dominus of Qo'noS, Regina Andor,

Emperor Philippa Georgiou

Augustus Iaponius Centarius.

To the Empire.

Long live her Imperial Majesty,

Emperor Philippa Georgiou!

Long live the Empire.

Hello, Mother.

It is so good to see you.

I've missed you.

How long has it been?
Six months?

Feels like much longer.

Yes.

You were recently on a mission
to Kepler 174d.

I remember scouting that planet.

- It was quite beautiful.
- Yes.

The flora, the architecture.

I visited the family
of artists you mentioned.

Their paintings
and sculptures are sublime.

- None like them anywhere.
- Truly.

And they will be
all the more appreciated,

now that I've blinded the
artists and removed their hands.

What survives of their art
will only increase in value.

I'd forgotten
how thorough you can be.

Despite your triumphs,

you seem troubled.

Oh, what could be troubling?

Profits are up, our grip
is stronger than ever.

I'm merely saying
you've always been able

to bring your cares to me.

No matter what they are,
we can talk about them.

My cares are simple.

When you prosper, I prosper.

When you're happy, I'm happy.

Clumsy bastard!

Did you just spill
kuur sauce on my boots?

I'm sor... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Did you?!

I'm...

This one's ripe
for the plucking.

Have him sent to the butcher.

We'll have fresh soup tomorrow.

Fear not.

Your pain will be over soon.

The madness will not take you.

Can you stand?

Yeah. Yes.

I am sorry, Commander.
My comrade is ill.

I will see that another servant
attends to you immediately.

Can you believe these things?

Let's go, Kelpien.

Kelpiens.

What a waste of evolution.

We should kill them all.

Michael, have you heard?

It seems Captain Lorca
is moving against me.

Lorca?

If he is, he's aiming
well above his station.

When was the last time
you had contact with him?

I slept with him
a few times last year,

but I quickly grew bored.

You can't hide your
feelings from me, you know.

It's always better
to tell the truth.

The truth is easy.

Anyone who betrays
the Empire deserves death.

I couldn't agree more.

- Master?
- Did I call...

for wine?!

Did the emperor?!

I saw what you did, slave.

You dared speak
to an officer of the Empire?

I am sorry, Master.

You'll join your friend.

And your ganglia
will be sweetened for dessert.

- Take him!
- No!

This Kelpien is your slave.

You gave him to me
yourself, Mother.

Well, I'm taking him back.

When I'm finished,
he will wish he were dead,

but his service
will reach the level of art.

You may speak.

Thank you
for the chance to serve.

I will endeavor to learn
the proper ways.

It seems you are
already quite skilled.

This has been my life's work.

Your friend who was ill,

it was the Vahar'ai, wasn't it?

You know Vahar'ai?

It happens before we cull you,
isn't that right?

The cull is your gift to us,
to save us from madness.

For that, we are grateful.

Sometimes, it is good
to go a little mad.

Emperor?

Vahar'ai is a term

we only use amongst ourselves.

There is no need
to coarsen your tongue.

I-I'm surprised
you know it at all.

My eyes see all.

My ears hear all.

You honor us.

But perhaps
I don't see everything.

There are worlds
the slaves are privy to

that even I cannot enter.

So let me ask you.

Why is my daughter betraying me?

What am I missing?

I am afraid I do not know
what you mean.

You do know what I mean.

And you are not afraid.

Check your ganglia.

Your instincts have spoken.

If you answer me truthfully,
no harm will come to you.

She is plotting to kill me.

Perhaps even today.

Why?

What are Michael and Lorca

whispering in the dark?

They fear that you have changed.

Go on.

If they knew, even that you had
learned the term Vahar'ai,

they would be unsettled.

You mean they would
smell weakness.

I once overheard
a Terran commander say,

"There is only one rule
for Terrans in this world.

He who sheds the most blood
makes the laws."

Everything I have seen
confirms that to be true.

She cannot love what is weak.

Not if she is to survive.

From now on, you will be
my eyes and ears.

What unfolds from here
is not up to her.

It is up to me.

My robe.

♪ ♪

If strength is
what my Michael seeks,

she will find that I have
more than enough.

Rhys challenged Owo
for her position

as the new security chief
on the Charon.

Is that all you got?

You'll need a closed casket
when I'm done.

He doesn't really want the job.

He just wants the title
and the dominion

of the Charon
over the red-light district.

- Ha!
- Oh!

I don't know. Looks like

there's about to be
a changing of the guard.

Care to make a wager?

Say, a hundred credits?

- Make it 500.
- Done.

She fights for loyalty
to the throne.

Loyalty always wins...

if the focus of that loyalty

- is strong and worthy.
- And feared.

Honored crew and guests,

please gather in
the shuttle bay.

- It is time.
- Enough!

The emperor will not miss her
dedication ceremony for this.

Kill each other later.

This isn't over.

Are you ready?

♪ ♪

Attend, attend,
all foe or friend.

A tale for you at journey's end.

She planted steel
and glory sowed...

Our sovereign, Emperor Georgiou!

When Klingon forces
savage, vile,

encircled us with guile
and wile, a then unknown,

a peasant girl, did vanquish
them and save the world.

♪ ♪

Honorable, kind, demure,

from heaven sent,
of spirit pure,

her blade was swift,
her aim was true,

her enemies were bowed from rue.

Then armies of evil
assembled against us,

that child, now a woman,
was there to defend us.

Guided by light
against forces perverse,

she brought peace and love
to the whole universe.

♪ ♪

Overlord of Vulcan,

Dominus of Qo'noS, Regina Andor.

Such gravis onus.

Slayer of Klingons.

Daughter of Rome.

Welcome, Georgiou,

to your new palace home.

Behold, the Empire's

new flagship
and the new seat of power

for our great emperor,

the Charon!

♪ ♪

Friends,

comrades,

warriors of the Empire.

I have seen our future.

Tonight we stand
on the brink of greatness.

But greatness requires strength.

The will to do
what needs to be done.

Our enemies fear a future
they cannot understand.

They attack from without.

They attack from within.

As we christen the Charon...

forces have been plotting
against our Empire.

One disloyal individual

can destroy everything
which we have built.

Everything we will yet become.

And I will not allow that.

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Long live Georgiou!

Long live Georgiou!

Terra firma!

Terra eterna!

♪ ♪

Hello, Captain.

Seeing as we are here

at the Charon, I assume you were

rushing off to prepare
the way for my arrival

on board?

If you have something
to say to me,

say it.

You need to find
better assassins.

I know you're working with Lorca
and Stamets was helping you.

My daughter, I know everything.

Confess.

And I will spare your life.

"Confess
and I'll spare your life"?

Who are you?

Your weakness grows every day.

Do not confuse growth
with weakness.

My power is absolute,

as you have seen.

Now tell me
what this is really about.

You owe me that.

Why, because you "plucked me
out of a trash heap"?

I was master

of that trash heap.

And now I'm nothing.

I'm a tool.

I'm just this reflection of you
who can never stand on my own.

But Lorca...

he loves me for me.

And he honors me...

for me.

I gave you every opportunity.

It didn't have to come to this.

Of course it did.

You want a confession?

Yeah.

I planned a coup with Lorca.

I betrayed you.

I betrayed you.

And I'd do it again.

So come on.
What are you waiting for?

Execute me, Mother.

Do it.

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No, that is the easy way.

And I know how that story ends.

You die, I die, or both, but...

as of this moment,

our future is unwritten.

Let's make it count, shall we?

Take her to the agonizer.