All language subtitles for Star Trek Discovery S01E14

Previously on
Star Trek: Discovery...

What is happening to you?

I don't think I'm Ash Tyler,
Starfleet Lieutenant.

Not really. Not anymore.

L'RELL: We modified Voq into
a shell that appears human.

We grafted his psyche
into Tyler's.

I do not know where your Voq
ends and our Tyler begins,

but they are both in jeopardy.

Only my hands can tend to him.

(screams, groans)

Logic tells me she's not
the one that I betrayed.

She's a ghost.

(groans)

I have no future now.

Find a way home.
I will buy you some time.

Get out of there, now.

What have you done to me?

If we blow the reactor core,

the resulting explosion will be
pure mycelial energy.

We can ride it long enough

for the energy
to activate the drive,

and then you can
navigate us home.

We overshot by nine months.

If the map is
to be believed,

it appears the Klingons
have won the war.

Captain.

Emperor.

On your knees, slave.

This Kelpien is my captain.

(exhales)

Sir, I can explain.

Yesterday we dined on the
entrails of his brethren.

And today you seek
his favor?

Transport our visitor
to guest quarters

on deck three

and confine her there now.

You told me there
were no Kelpiens

in the other universe.
You lied.

I hoped to spare you the pain.

The presence
of a Terran defector

on this ship is to be
regarded as classified.

Its utterance will carry
a penalty of treason.

Do you understand?
Aye, Captain.

COMPUTER: Captain, your presence
is requested in sickbay.

With me.

(door whooshes open)

I could offer excuses.
(electric welder crackles)

I was trying to destabilize
the Terran Empire.

I... I thought Starfleet
could benefit

from learning about
an alternate universe.

The truth is that
I just couldn't

watch her die again, Saru.

I wanted to
offer her more.

I am sorry.

Saving Georgiou
may indeed prove

to be a grave error in judgment.

But...

no one else could have done
what you did

aboard that Terran flagship.

You are alive,

and we are home.

Any news from Command?

Federation ships have appeared
on long-range sensors,

but none answer my hail.

Doesn't feel much
like home.

(electrical surges)

Discovery suffered damage
riding the mycelial shock wave

back into our universe.

We are running
on auxiliary power

until repairs
are complete.

Deck four.

Dr. Pollard has
orders to alert me

when Lieutenant Tyler
regains consciousness.

An emergency surgical
procedure proved necessary.

An attempt to excise
the Klingon

in Tyler's neurological
identity.

How?

What happened to him
was completely outside

of the realm of
sanctioned medicine.

Starfleet did not
perform the procedure.

It was the Klingon--
L'Rell.

His torturer?

And handler.

She oversaw Tyler's
transformation.

None of us are sure what state
we might find him in.

I am hoping that a familiar face

could offer him encouragement
to heal.

How he reacts to you
may offer us insight

into who he has become.

Captain,
he's awake.

Is that an order, Captain?

I fail to understand.

Is that an order?
To see him?

No.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

What are your findings, Doctor?

By all assessments, the patient
now presents as Ash Tyler.

Adrenocorticotropic hormonal
levels are normal.

Cellular mitochondria counts
are back within human range.

I find no remaining evidence
of Klingon aggression

or muscular stamina.

So, is he human or Klingon?

(sighs)
Neither. Both.

We can't be sure.

Not without understanding
the science

behind the reassignment
procedure.

And how do we do that?

I suppose we could
start by asking him.

(sighs)

SARU:
Tyler?

Mr. Saru.

Thanks for the save.
And Voq?

I can access his memories,

but there's a disconnect.

Like watching someone else's
life or something.

Do you remember what
was done to you?

The Mo'Kai call it a choH' a'.

Species reassignment protocol.

Specifically designed
to infiltrate

classified Starfleet
intelligence.

Are there others?

Voq was the test case.

They flayed his skin.

Cracked his bones open.

Sawed his heart into pieces.

You think that'll be
the worst of it.

Then they start shaving down
the tips of your fingers.

Voq was T'Kuvma's
Torchbearer.

He submitted to the torture
willingly, at L'Rell's behest.

They were the only
true believers left.

Voq and L'Rell believed
taking the ship would

bring followers back
to T'Kuvma's house.

They were in love, you know.

I...

Will you cooperate with us?

Share everything you know?

Of course.

I...

I would do anything
to undo what I've done.

Is she alive?

Uh, Specialist Burnham has

returned safely
aboard Discovery.

(exhales)

Thank God.

Can I...
Focus...

on your recovery.

You both survived
a harrowing ordeal.

Saru, I tried to kill her.

I murdered...

...Dr. Culber.

I belong in the brig.

Voq is responsible
for your crimes.

And I see no semblance
of him before me.

Your privileges aboard
Discovery will be limited.

But I will not take
your freedom.

(door whooshes shut)

(electricity crackling)

Vessel is approaching, sir.

Federation signature.

Hail them at once.

Aye, Captain.

Captain, its shields are up.

It-Its phasers are charged
and targeting.

Shields up.

I'm picking up an incoming
transporter signature.

We're being boarded.

Identify yourselves!

Hands where I can see them!

(indistinct shouting)

I demand an explanation
for this intrusion!

We ask the questions.
(comm chirps)

Clear for transport.

Admiral...

Where's Captain Lorca?

Sarek! Please!
Stand down, Specialist.

Now.
Computer...

initiate command-level override.

Authorization Admiral Katrina
Cornwell, pi beta six.

COMPUTER: Override confirmed.
(ship powering down)

Start with him.

Ambassador, what are you doing?

What the times require.

(gasping softly)

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

(Sarek breathes deeply)

Ah...

SAREK:
Mr. Saru is who

he appears to be.

The Discovery has been through

an inconceivable ordeal.

Then where the hell is her
commanding officer?

Captain Lorca... is dead.

*

*

*

(original Star Trek theme
plays)

Bastard.
(weapon fires)

The Lorca I came up with was
measured, he was reasoned.

But I couldn't have imagined...

That Lorca was an impostor
from an alternate universe

was not the most
obvious conclusion.

We were all deceived.

CORNWELL:
Discovery was destroyed

by Klingons nine months ago.

I saw the debris
with my own eyes.

That wreckage belonged
to the Terran Discovery.

The two ships switched places
when we jumped across universes.

CORNWELL: From what you've
told us about the Terran Empire,

no Starfleet officer could
survive that universe alone.

So my Gabriel is dead.

Lorca sidelined the most
vital asset in our fleet.

Now, with your return,
we have disseminated

your hard-earned,
cloak-breaking algorithm

to the front lines,

which will neutralize
the Klingons' ability

to render their
ships invisible.

But our fear is
it's too late.

The war here
has waged on

for nine brutal
months without it.

Stardate 4789.6:

Klingon vessels launch

hypothermic charges
at Kelfour VI,

burning off
their atmosphere

and killing 11,000 civilians

instantly.

Stardate 4851.5:

A cloaked raider tails
the USS Saratoga

into spacedock at Starbase 22,

then ignites its
antimatter supply

in a suicide mission.

Days later, similar assaults

are carried out
on bases 19 and 12,

resulting in the loss
of one-third of our fleet.

Research outposts

at the border colonies
of Nivalla, Septra and Iridin

have also been destroyed.

The only children spared

are now orphans.

There's no pattern
to these attacks.

There's no logical progression
to their targets.

There's not even
consistency of method.

In the absence
of a clear leader,

the Klingon houses
are divided once again.

At the start of this war,
we fought one enemy.

Now, we fight 24.

They quarrel
among themselves,

hence the indiscriminate nature
of their aggression.

But their collective aim
seems clear.

To compete for dominance

by seeing which house
can destroy the most

Federation assets.

We are fodder
for their futile savagery.

Our deaths,
their spoils.

CORNWELL:
Nearly 20%

of former Federation space
has been occupied.

Discovery will jump

to Starbase One immediately.

All evidence of your
recent journey

will be classified
and destroyed.

We cannot risk the knowledge
of this alternate universe

leaving the confines
of Discovery.

I don't understand.

There would be too many
possibilities.

Indeed. Our people have suffered
terrible losses.

What would you do if you thought
that your dead wife,

your lost child,
your murdered parents,

all might be alive
on the other side

and that a
technology exists

for you to
see them again?

This knowledge must be buried.

Command will want
this locked down.

Of course, Admiral.

Starbase One is our only
remaining sanctuary.

Can you jump us there?

STAMETS:
Well, it's, uh,

100 AUs from Earth

and over a light-year
from our current position.

We used up the last of our
supply of spores to get us home,

and I can't jump without them.

The journey at warp
will be perilous.

Klingons swarm the quadrant.

I'm afraid we have no choice.

Saru, take the ship to warp
as soon as possible.

Admiral...

There's one more thing
you need to know.

BURNHAM: Emperor, the
Federation has questions.

I need you
to answer them.

What kind of guest would I be

if I refused such
a simple request?

I'm told that,
in your universe,

your word is law.

Here, we do things differently.

I can see that.

The resemblance is remarkable.

What do you know
of your counterpart,

Captain Philippa Georgiou?

I know that she is dead

and I am not.

But I will leave you
to determine which of us

has proved stronger.

Specialist Burnham
has assured us

that your arrival
in this universe

is without motive,

but your presence here
remains complicated.

The solution,
however, is not.

Send me home.

The Emperor narrowly escaped
a violent revolution.

She deserves political asylum.

I don't need
your protection.

We have charted a course
for Starbase One.

You will be held
there, humanely,

until Command can determine
a proper course of action.

So I am your prisoner.

Look, Your Highness,
or whatever you're called,

I'll tell it to you straight.

I'm not even sure we know
how to send you home,

and even if we did,

we have a war to fight.

I'm sorry.

Like I said, you're our guest.

Make yourself at home.

The resemblance is remarkable.

See that she's comfortable.

(door whooshes open)

(door whooshes shut)

(electrical crackling)

FEMALE VOICE (over comms):
Attention, all cadets...

Stamets.

I'm sorry.

Words...

Words are not enough,
and I know that.

But I am.

You killed a good man.

A man that I loved.

Do you remember that?

I do now.

And... does it gut you?

Does it sicken you?

Good.

Maybe you're still human
after all.

(indistinct chatter)

(chatter dies away)

(synthesizer powers up, dings)

(whispers):
That's him.

Excuse me.

You don't have to
do this. I'm okay.

How could that
possibly be true?

Just eat.

And talk,
if you want to.

I'm here.

Welcome back.

(indistinct chatter resumes)

Hi.

Admiral.

Starbase One within range.

Well done, all.

USS Discovery
to Starbase One,

permission to initiate
docking procedures?

She'll be a sight for sore eyes.

Admiral,

I'm unable to
establish contact.

Reset our channels.

I'll override the comms
restrictions manually.

CORNWELL: Detmer,
drop us out of warp.

Aye, Admiral.

Bring Starbase One on screen.

Aye, Admiral.

No.

Enhancing image.

BURNHAM:
That's a Klingon crest.

House D'Ghor.

They've seized
a Federation starbase?

Scan for life signs. Now!
OWOSEKUN:
Complying.

Sensing 274 Klingon

life signs aboard.
Federation life.

Uh, negative, Admiral.

There's nothing.

There were 80,000 souls
on that base.

A large contingent
of our leadership

and at least
three starships.

The Klingons are practically
in Earth's backyard.

Captain,
we're being scanned.

Detmer, maximum warp.
Get us out of here.

Yes, sir.

OWOSEKUN:
I'll bring sensors to maximum.

BRYCE:
Maintain constant scans

of Klingon contacts...

*

Admiral, Discovery
awaits your orders.

Maintain current
course and speed.

We will make contact
with Command.

What's left of them.

(door whooshes open)

(door whooshes shut)

You live.

And you finally made it
aboard the USS Discovery,

though I suspect you've found
the accommodations lacking.

Even from a cage,
Kahless hears my call.

I do not subscribe
to your ideals.

And yet, I feel as though
you and I understand each other.

T'Kuvma taught that all humans
are without courage.

About this, he was wrong.

I want to be truthful with you.

Your side is winning.

When we met, you had
nothing but contempt

for the crumbling leadership
of the Klingon Empire.

T'Kuvma sought to strengthen
and unify the Great Houses.

If he has succeeded
in only this,

it is cause for celebration.

Your Great Houses are carving up
Federation assets

among their factions.

A captured starbase bears
the insignia of House D'Ghor,

not of the
Klingon Empire.

Is that the kind of unity
your messiah proclaimed?

They think nothing
of the collateral damage

caused by their
brutal attacks.

They target civilians,
hospitals, food convoys.

They slaughter innocents
and inspire terror

across the quadrant.
This is war,

not a child's game with rules.

We fight to preserve
Klingon identity.

No one is looking
to destroy your culture.

Our laws are founded
in equality. Freedom.

T'Kuvma taught us that the
Federation cannot help itself.

It seeks universal
homogenization and assimilation.

T'Kuvma was an ignorant fool.

And your people are moving
closer and closer

to my home planet.

What are you looking for?

More territory?

Conditional
surrender?

I mean, your people won't
even make demands. Why?

How does this war end?

It doesn't.

Klingons have
tasted your blood.

Conquer us...

or we will never relent.

Thank you.

(door whooshes open)

(door whooshes shut)

There's been a change of plans.

Another Klingon attack.

You'll have to
stay on board

Discovery a little while
longer.

It makes no difference.

One cell in this universe
is as good as another.

You heard your admiral.

We mean you no harm.

The admiral was just...

Tell me about the Vulcan.

There is a connection
between the two of you.

Why would you say that?

The way you look at him

is not unlike the way
you look at me.

He's essentially my father.

He raised me.

So you were orphaned here
as well?

Another echo of fate
between our worlds.

Your rule extends through
every system in your galaxy.

You've conquered places

Starfleet hasn't even dared
to explore.

I see now

that the time for peace
has passed.

I need you
to tell me,

how did you defeat
the Klingon Empire?

I started this war,
and I need to finish it.

Why did you
bring me here?

Truly.

I wanted to show
you a place of morality,

of hope.

Let me tell you,

daughter who is not my daughter.

In truth, you wished to save me
because you couldn't save her.

This regret that you
have for what you did,

it weakens you.

I feel it every day of my life.

The Klingons are like cancer
cells: constantly dividing.

To root them out,

you must destroy the tumor
at its source.

How much do you know
about Qo'noS?

I suppose I don't have
to tell you

it's the middle of the night.

I have a proposal.

SHUKAR:
I left Discovery

only to learn that a
Klingon attack is imminent.

They are gathering forces
to launch a strike

on this whole system.

The Klingons are taking
the fight to us.

We need to take it to them,
to Qo'noS.

Attack the Klingon homeworld?

CORNWELL:
Not a simple attack.

A simultaneous strike on their
planetary-defense batteries,

immediately followed
by the coordinated destruction

of all military targets
planetwide.

A single offensive
so destructive,

it will force the enemy to
retreat from Federation space

and head for home.

SHUKAR: Our
remaining fleet

is being called back
to defend Earth.

Discovery should join them.

SAREK: Each path of logic leads
to the same conclusion:

Starfleet tactics
have failed us.

We must adapt if we're to
have any hope of survival.

Qo'noS is uncharted territory.

We have no idea where
their defense batteries are,

much less their weapon
production systems or shipyards.

SHUKAR: The planet's dense
upper atmosphere prevents

long-range topographical
and energy analysis.

And no Starfleet officer has set
foot there in this century.

DRAKE: Your strategy's
a good one, Katrina.

But it's not feasible
without a map.

And by the time Discovery got
close enough to begin surveying,

they'd blow her out of the sky.

She's not gonna be in the sky.

CORNWELL:
Let's go over it again.

Qo'noS is composed
of a subterranean series

of now dormant volcanoes.

It is a planet of caves.

STAMETS: Some of them, according
to Specialist Burnham's intel,

are big enough to house
a Crossfield-class starship.

BURNHAM: Rather than surveil
our targets from orbit,

we can map the terrain
from the inside out.

Thereby minimizing
our risk of detection.

SARU:
Jumping a massive starship

inside a cave

of impenetrable rock does seem,
uh, challenging.

Travel aboard the mycelial
network is, in itself,

a sort of advanced

detection system
of geophysical imaging.

I can easily identify
the voids in energy

that would represent a
chasm versus a solid mass.

BURNHAM:
And once we're in position

within the cave system,

we'll release
our surveillance drone

to collect the necessary
tactical information.

Good.

Because I've assured Starfleet
we can do this.

And by "we,"
I mean you.

It's a good plan, Specialist.

Well done.
Thank you, Admiral.

One question: how do
we get the spores

necessary to make the jump?

We'll have to grow them
ourselves.

SARU: My understanding
is that your crop

took years to cultivate.

Set a course
for the Veda system.

And...

get ready for a show.

Prototaxites stellaviatori.

My original sample,

and the last-remaining mycelium
of this strain.

We are headed
to an uninhabited class-4 moon

in the Veda system.

And if this works, I might
even let you name it.

You're gonna terraform a moon?

Your own research
on the success

of an organic mycelial harvest
was indeterminable.

I've studied your data myself...

Straal quashed it.

He wanted to keep
the crop captive,

but if ever there was
a time to go wild...

Your child is lost.

SAREK:
Do not confuse

my ward with yours.

My daughter

was a singular example
of brilliance

until one foolish choice doomed
her world.

Sound familiar?

If I understand
correctly,

my ward saw through
the man who brought down

not just your child,
but your empire.

Perhaps best not
to make comparisons.

Why have you requested
my presence?

You were summoned, Vulcan,
for one reason.

I want to help you end this war.

The information

you provided Michael
has already proved valuable.

I told her as much
as she could handle.

Our daughters are not
so unlike after all.

In my world,

Qo'noS is little more
than a blackened mass of dust.

The Klingons fight for scraps
and fear certain death.

But it took a great deal more

than a mapping drone
in a cave to get there.

You assured Michael that your
plan would prove effective.

And it will,
momentarily.

But they will regroup.

Their longing to destroy
the symbol that is Earth

runs far too deep.

What if I could show you
how to bring them to their knees

once and for all?

The Federation does not
subscribe

to what I imagine
are Terran methods of combat.

You face
annihilation.

Is it not logical

to do anything you can to
save the lives of your kind?

Give me
what I want,

and I can assure victory
for the Federation.

What are your terms?

Freedom.

I must return to Vulcan.

There are evolving details
to the plan

that must be considered.

What evolving details?

I sense you are uneasy.

During my mind-meld with Saru,

I learned of your attachment
to the Klingon spy

and what he did to you.

Such events
are clearly troubling.

I'm fine, Sarek.

I remain unconvinced.

There is irony here,
of course.

The man you fell in love with
was a Klingon.

He...

I don't know what he was.

There is also grace.

For what greater source
of peace exists

than our ability
to love our enemy?

I've made foolish choices.

Emotional choices.

Well, you are human.

As is your mother.

There is no telling what
any one of us may do

where the heart is concerned.

We are at war.

Logic dictates that each
farewell may be our last.

Do not regret
loving someone, Michael.

Admiral Cornwell requested
a status report.

This is the last of the mycelial
transport vessels.

We will be able to launch
by the time we reach Veda.

I just said good-bye to my
father, and it felt different.

Final.

It won't be, right?

Did you ever think, when you
signed up for Starfleet,

that you'd be forced
to see war and death?

Death found me
when I was a child.

So, yeah.

I knew what I was
getting into.

I don't think I did.

Not really.

Does that make me naive?

It makes you
optimistic.

When we were in
the Terran universe,

I was reminded how much
a person is shaped

by their environment.

And I think the only way
that w-we can stop ourselves

from becoming them

is to understand the darkness
within us, and fight it.

Tyler needs you.

I'm told he's doing well.

That's not possible,
not when you've lost the person

you care about the most.
He killed

a Starfleet officer.

And he...

he tried to kill me.

And those crimes
are reprehensible,

but Tyler is not the person
who did that,

at least he's-he's not anymore.

He is something other,
someone new.

And what we do now,
the way that we treat him,

that is who he will become.

I know you still care about him.

I do.

That does not mean I should.

Michael, he's been stripped
of his badge.

He'll never fly
for Starfleet again.

He'll be lucky if he doesn't
end up in a lab or a cell.

What kind of future
can he have?

Say what you have to say,
even if it's good-bye.

Lieutenant Stamets, your stop.

Locked and loaded, Admiral.

Detmer, put her
into geostationary orbit.

Locking in

approximately 800 kilometers
above the moon's surface.

STAMETS:
Copy that.

Initiating mycelial-
ejection protocol.

Engaging agri-transport
boosters.

*

Status, Lieutenant Stamets.

STAMETS: Sensors
from the terraforming field

show root structures forming
in zones 922

and 5041.

Ready the EM darts.

TILLY:
Darts calibrated.

Fire.

(door whooshes open)

Come on, kiddos.

Come on.

*

COMPUTER: Spore generation
at four percent.

Eight percent.

Twelve percent.

Fifteen percent.

Nineteen percent.

Twenty-two percent.

Twenty-seven percent.

CORNWELL: I would
congratulate you, Lieutenant,

but I'm afraid the work
has just begun.

COMPUTER:
Forty-seven percent.

Fifty-two percent.

(door whooshes open)

I don't know
where to start.

I do.

I'm sorry.

I know there's no way
I can prove this to you,

but Voq, he's gone.

I believe you.

Was there ever
really an Ash Tyler?

And did he love me?

Because I loved him.

You lied to me.

You said that if it
got to be too much,

that if you
couldn't handle it,

you would come to me.

And it did.

And you didn't.

And that wasn't Voq,
that was you.

Tyler.

Who the hell is Tyler?

You think I know anymore?

You think I have any idea
who I am now, where I belong?

This isn't about a lie.

This is about you
looking for an excuse to end it.

"Excuse"?

My crewmates have been kinder
than they need to be.

Why are you,
the person who knows me best,

so quick to turn your back?

Stop.
I want you to admit it.

Admit that you can't
do this anymore

because you finally went there
with someone

and things got complicated.

Because your parents
were killed by Klingons

and you fell in love with one.

(exhales)

Maybe you're right.

I know in my head

that you couldn't be responsible
for Voq's actions...

...but I felt your hands

around my neck.

And I looked
into your eyes

and I saw how much
you wanted to kill me.

The man that I love
wanted me dead.

And no matter
how hard I try,

when I look at you now,

I see Voq's eyes.

I see him.

Your crew may have put it
behind them, but I can't.

I shouldn't be here.

I should be
an activated Klingon spy,

behind bars...
or dead.

Michael, the reason
it didn't take,

the reason L'Rell couldn't get
through to me, that was you.

Did Ash Tyler love you?

Hell yes, he did.

And I can't find my way back
without you.

(sighs)

We created something
beautiful today

in a desolate wasteland

that had never seen life.

After the Battle
of the Binary Stars...

I was so lost.

I had to sit with myself.

I had to work through it.

I had to crawl
my way back.

I'm still not there, but...

I'm trying.

That kind of work...

reclaiming life...

it's punishing...

and it's relentless.

And it's solitary.

No, I...

Ash.

It's not easy...

letting you go.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

CORNWELL: The mycelial bloom
was successful.

A spore harvest is underway.

Then the jump to Qo'noS
will be possible?

Yes. Imminently.

The Federation Council
has been briefed

on our newly acquired
intelligence from the Terran.

Despite the
extraordinary risk,

all are agreed that we have
no choice but to proceed.

Our very existence hangs
in the balance.

Then it's time.

Open a shipwide channel.

We have all mourned

the enormous loss of life
due to this war.

The acts of violence committed
against us are the acts of a foe

without reason, without honor.

And they will not stop
coming after us in the hopes

of destroying everything
that we hold dear.

These are desperate times

and they call on us to do more
than merely protect our people,

defend our borders.

I stand before you
with a mission.

At 2100 hours,
the USS Discovery

will jump
for the Klingon homeworld

in order to map
its surface

and isolate vulnerabilities

and military targets.

This brave team

will be the first to visit

this inhospitable planet

since Captain Archer
and the crew

of the Enterprise NX-01,

nearly 100 years ago.

So allow me
to introduce you

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

Captain
Philippa Georgiou.

Thank you.

CORNWELL:
Though long presumed dead,

Captain Georgiou

was recently rescued

in a highly
classified raid

of a Klingon
prison vessel.

She was transported
aboard Discovery

with my personal retinue.

The mission to Qo'noS
is a perilous expedition.

And Starfleet is confident

that Captain Georgiou

is uniquely qualified
to get you there

and to do what needs to be done.

Specialist Burnham,

I trust that this will be
an auspicious reunion,

despite our history.

Now take your station.

Yes... Captain.

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