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Previously on
Star Trek: Picard...

And how is Seven these days?

You know Seven.

There's always folks out there
in trouble.

What kind of asshole needs
to be more important than that?

Show me your ugly Borg face.

The medical supplies
you were attempting to steal

are the property of the Fenris Rangers.

But you would like to be.

When I first came to work here,
I saw you as a man who chose the stars.

After all this time,
I've come to wonder,

have you been seeking or running?

Laris... last night...

- I was...
- You.

Nothing has to change.

It's too late for that, Jean-Luc.

What's the big hurry, Captain?

And what about you and,
you know.

I have to confess, the whole
"we can totally still work together" thing

made a lot more sense back on Earth.

- So good to see you.
- You too.

Welcome to the Stargazer.

Some kind of subspace anomaly
Starfleet's ordered us to investigate.

- This is Admiral Jean-Luc...
- Picard.

Borg vessel, cease transport
attempt or you will be fired upon.

The Queen is actually coming.

And she's assimilating the ship.

Notjust to our ship,
the entire fleet. She's using us as a hub.

We're out of options!

Computer, activate auto-destruct sequence.

Picard. Look up.

What is happening here?

An excellent question,
Jean-Luc.

Q.

Welcome to the very end

of the road not taken.

What is this?

This? This is home.

And where are the crew of
the Stargazer?

How quaint. How provincial.

How yesterday's Enterprise of you.

There is no Stargazer.

What do you mean? What have you done?

Show them a world of their own making
and they ask you what you've done.

So human of you.

Q, have you had enough of playing games
with other people's lives?

I am no longer your pawn.

You undersell yourself, Jean-Luc.
You are more than just a piece.

Why, you're the very board
upon which this game is played.

And I am too old for your bullshit.

Old, yes!

How unfair time is.

So many wrinkles.

So many disappointments.

What do you want, Q?
Will you come to the point?

- You want me to cut to the chase?
- Yes!

Well, the chase is cut, Picard.

The chase is bleeding.

The chase is dying in your arms
and I am but a suture in the wound.

Are you...

Q, you are not well.

Harvest was this morning.

But...

Same day, same time.

Different harvest.

Q, I ask you once more,
and for the last time...

Where is the Stargazer
and her crew?

I intervened.

You see, I thought to myself. I thought,
"I really must see Jean-Luc."

So I simply sought out
the nearest explosion.

- What do you want, Q?
- Oh, I could tell you.

But you're far too clever to listen.

That said,

we're never too old to be students
of our own behaviors, Jean-Luc.

I have had enough
of your stupid patronizing...

And I've had enough of your obstinance,
your stubbornness,

your insistence on changing in all ways
but the one that matters.

This is not a lesson.

It's a penance.

Do you like the skies here?

In your history,
humanity discovered a way to spare

the planet they were
in the process of murdering.

Here,
they just keep the corpse on life support.

In heaven's name...

Well, paradise has to have staff, come on.

Who's gonna mow the grass,
fertilize the apple tree?

And why pay for help
when you can have alien slaves?

- I would never, ever...
- "I would never."

Such moral convictions
are the luxury of the victors.

Come.

Through a mirror, darkly.

And, here, the man who holds the glass
is darker still.

Let me show you.

Gul Dukat.

Executed in the Ithian Forests,
just outside the capital city.

Put up a hell of a fight.

In this reality,

he's the reason you have
that nifty synthetic body.

General Martok.

Defeated in armed combat
after a bioengineered virus,

by all accounts, a nasty little creation,
decimated his Klingon homeworld.

And Sarek.

Director Sarek.

Decapitated on the steps
of the Vulcan Science Academy

in front of a crowd
that included his wife and son.

Nice touch.

And all carried out
by the same withering hand.

Who?

Why, the greatest general the mighty
Confederation of Earth has ever seen.

The most bloodthirsty, merciless,

ruthless human to ever set out
to conquer the galaxy.

You, of course.

What is this hellhole, Q?

This is the only life you understand.

Shall we see what else has been lost
in the wake of your fear?

Now, you're welcome to remain here
in the body of a madman,

in the world of a madman,

and to attempt, like Macbeth,
to wash the blood from your hands,

but I assure you, Jean-Luc,
it's unwashable.

Or...

Or?

Atonement.

Maybe even... forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what?

I think you know.

But don't worry.

I won't let you do this alone.

Whatever...

it is, I won't do it anyway.

Q, I refuse.

I'm sorry.

Do you wish me to respond
to the designation "Q," sir?

Forgive me, I can't remember your name.

Harvey, sir, your valet.

Yeah.

Harvey,

I suppose you didn't see the individual
I was talking to just now?

No, sir.

My sensors confirm no one
has been here all morning.

May I ask if you're all right, sir?

No.

I don't know who I am.

But...

I'm not myself.

In the name of the Confederation,
I fought for a pure universe.

One by one,

with the aid of the brave crew
of the CSS World Razer,

we conquered the stars.

We sought out
and subjugated savage civilizations,

boldly conquered warlike alien worlds,

increased the wealth and resources
for future generations of humanity.

And you could be
Earth's next great hero

because a safe galaxy
is a human galaxy.

Sir.

Apologies for the interruption, General.

Your morning usual.

Thank you, Harvey.

What the hell is this?

Colombian roast. Black.

This really is the circle
that Dante overlooks.

If I may be so bold, sir,
you appear disoriented.

Harvey, I would like to locate someone
who might have worked here.

She may still be here now.
Her name is Laris.

Yes, you mentioned her before.

Searching...

My records indicate
that we have never had a Laris here.

I see.

Thank you, Harvey.

There was a Laris you encountered
during the Romulan uprisings.

She and her husband, Zhaban,
were leaders of the Free Romulan movement.

My records show both were killed
at the gates of Romulus.

There may be tribute photos of their
bodies on file at the Museum of Conquest.

Would you like me to inquire?

- I know how you enjoy such...
- That will not be necessary.

Well, you should be getting ready.

Your shuttle will be landing
on the south lawn in two hours

to escort you to the President's Palace.

For what exactly

is the great General Jean-Luc Picard
being summoned to the palace?

Why, sir, it's Eradication Day.

Have a glorious Eradication Day.

Mankind moves ever closer
to securing the galaxy.

Good morning, Annika.

This can't be real.

Psychological assessment. Cognition.

Check.

Sensory parameters.

Check.

Pain receptors. Check.

You can't smell in a dream.

Oh, this is real.

How? How is this possible?

We were in the Stargazer
with the...

The Borg.

Raffi?

Happy Eradication Day, dear.

Coffee is coming, I assure you.

335, some light.

Have a glorious Eradication Day. Mankind...

Annika, my love,
we have four hours until your speech.

The moment has finally arrived.

So let's rise to meet it,
shall we, Madam President?

I'm sorry, what?

The Eradication Day
ceremony will begin in...

Eradication Day will forever
serve as a reminder of humanity's

universal might or its merciful power.

Dear?

Right. The second.

We have dissident activity in Okinawa.

And our morning update from the
Vulcan front has the casualty count at a...

Yes. The Vulcan war. I...

I'd like a Federation officer
to brief me on the situation.

Federation?

All cranial implants
must be scanned before...

Confederation, sorry.
I'm just a little tired.

Of course.
I'll comm General Sisko right away.

No. I want an unfiltered
perspective from the field.

I want privacy, some coffee,
and a secure comms channel to a...

What was his name?

To Colonel Cristóbal Rios.

Please report all security...

Deflector shields at 67%.

Deflector shields at 49%.

Colonel? Colonel,
you all right?

Looked like that Vulcan bastard
tagged you.

Autopilot engaged.

- Vulcan?
- Don't worry, sir.

We'll come around
and put that green-blooded bastard down.

No, no, no. Don't. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Why are we...

Hello?

What is this?

Victory, sir. Your plan worked.
Bait and switch.

Once we mop up here,
what are your orders?

What are my orders?

Take two squadrons
and cut off the Vulcan escape route.

Okay. Uh-huh.

Good.

Like you said,
if we don't stomp these green-bloods now,

they'll meld your minds and scramble
your balls until you're begging to die.

I said that, did I?

Enjoy the fireworks.

No, no, no, no.

Incoming transmission.

Alpha-level priority
from President Hansen.

President.

This is... Rios.

Secure channel activated.

Colonel Rios.

For the moment, it seems.

I've requested a personal briefing
on your progress.

The line is secure, I assure you,
so if you've encountered anything

out of the ordinary,

I encourage you, speak freely.

Seven?

Chris.

Do you have any idea
what's happening here?

My last memory
is the Stargazer auto-destruct code.

Well, unless being dead
looks a lot like D-Day over Vulcan,

something or someone...

moved us.

All right, consider yourself recalled
back to Earth on presidential authority.

We need to meet face-to-face.

Yes, ma'am.

Once I figure out how to get there.

Oh, there you go.

I found you.

I guess some things never change.

On my way.

Elnor, hurry! We have to go.

Security gene-tagged me on the way out.
I'm sure of it.

- What is... What is happening?
- Rebellion, Elnor.

Rebellion is finally happening.

Two down.

Of how many?

One for Cardassia.

One for Andoria.

One for Kronos.

One for Vulcan.

One for Romulus.

They can call us insurgents, terrorists,
whatever they like.

But soon, we'll be free.

Freeze!

Hands up! Target acquired.

- Ready to execute.
- You Romulan scum...

Enough!

Chief. We're shoot to kill.

Elnor.

Oh!

Last I remember, we were on the Excelsior.
What is going on here?

I have no idea what's going on but...

- All right, come. Let's get out of here.
- Lockdown initiated.

Keep off the streets!

Sorry, baby, just go with this.

Until I figure out what this is.

I want this one kept alive.
For questioning.

You got it, Chief.

I don't know anything.

Me neither, kiddo.

Don't try anything.

I trust your conversation
with Colonel Rios was informative?

Yes. Very.

You seem distracted, dear.

I understand if you're nervous
about this momentous Eradication Day.

And you seem preoccupied with me, dear,
rather than your duties.

Explain what we're doing
and why today is so special

and maybe then you can convince me that
you're focused on the right priorities.

Of course.

As is per tradition on this day,

we are eradicating dissidents,
alien sympathizers, terrorists.

But today is special
because we are also eradicating

the last of one of the Confederation's
greatest enemies.

Doctor Jurati should have
finished prepping her by now.

Agnes Jurati is here?

It's barbaric you know.

Public executions
are needless displays

of authority to a people
already sufficiently subjugated.

It's cruel and unusual.

And beyond disturbing that this day
is so celebrated amongst the masses.

Where am I?

Of course,
I say all this subject to the faith

customary between
a domesticant and their master.

Meow.

What are you exactly? Maybe don't tell me.

I am Spot-73.
Your very best friend, of course.

And I made you?

Obviously. Meow.

Right. Okay.

Okay.

Okay, let's run the alternatives here.

Uh, I'm crazy?

Although I feel like I could come up
with a better delusion.

I'm dead.

Although see last supposition
and replaced me with God.

Uh, I'm in a crazy mirror universe where
it turns out I'm exactly the same,

only with slightly more sophisticated
pet programming skills.

Now announcing her excellency:

the president
of the Confederation of Earth.

- Seven!
- Agnes.

Not that you don't look hot,
which you do, but where are your...

You do of course remember my husband.

Yeah, of course.

Is anybody else hot with these collars?

It's been a while, Doctor.

It has. Has it?

Yes, the last time I saw you,
you were gazing at the stars.

Yes!

Yes, the Stargazer.
Yes!

I mean, I'm a star...
I'm a stargazer.

Madam President.
Which... Way to go, by the way.

Earlier, why did you call her Seven?

- College nickname. It's a drinking game.
- Doctor Jurati.

- Meow.
- What is that exactly?

- Meow.
- Have you...

Uh, well, apparently,

I am mind-bendingly lonely,
basically anywhere.

But you are president, so that's terrific.

Enough. Is the prisoner
in stasis cell M-5-10 ready?

Would you please?

So, we're gonna assume that
this is something that I know how to do.

Yeah.

Sh... Okay.

Um...

- Welcome, Doctor Jurati.
- Sure.

Uh, M-5-10.

Of all the enemies of humankind,
brought under heel,

none have never been
quite so dangerous as...

The Borg.

Holy shit.

This is not right.

The hive is gone. The hive is dead.

Chronometer misaligned.

Quantum-level deconfiguration.

Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One,
assist me.

There's a splinter in her flesh.
The beginning of it...

- What's wrong with it?
- Isn't that kind of obvious?

You ripped her from her body
and stuck her in a tube.

Hansen, Annika assimilated 2350.

Hansen, Annika escaped assimilation,
but you, you fragile teacup.

You...

are accustomed to this feeling anywhere.

What feeling?

Unbelonging.

Put them in a cage
and how easily they go mad.

I am in a cage.

I am burning the quadrants
of distant systems.

Reality has been split. There is division.

Time!

Time has been broken.

The Borg Queen has
a kind of trans-temporal awareness,

it bridges into adjacent times, realities.

They hear echoes of themselves,
of each other.

So I hear.

Tritium pad has injected
interplexing nullifiers.

Borg nanobot inhibitors functioning
at 100...

That's it, Seven, there's been
a corruption to the timeline.

Magistrate, you asked to be
informed of General Picard's status.

He will be docking shortly.

Because a safe galaxy
is a human galaxy.

General Picard.

I have been asked to escort you to the
office of President Annika Hansen.

Have a glorious Eradication Day.

Mankind moves ever closer
to securing the galaxy.

Give me a moment.

We captured this Romulan terrorist.

By order 939, we accept delivery
of this prisoner for psycho-interrogation.

I'll handle this terrorist myself.

I've been granted authority.

Alien SOP comes straight
from the Magistrate.

Authorized by whom?

By me, soldier!

Ten-hut!

My sincerest apologies, sir.

You, bring the prisoner.

That you in there, JL?

I'm beginning to wonder.

I'm not, it is you.

It is good to see both of you.

We've been deposited
in a mad world by a madman.

But I will get us home. Together.

- Oh, Raffi.
- Mmm?

It seems that Seven is the president.

Oh, she's gonna wear
that gracefully.

And after today,
Picard has petitioned a title,

"Borgslayer."

General Picard.

With respect, you bring an alien terrorist
in close quarters with the president.

- I remind you, she is also my wife.
- Say what now?

It's fine, dear. I asked him to.

An exercise in knowing thy enemy.

Tell me 20 minutes with your angry wife
isn't greater torture

than anything the Confederation
could administer?

President Hansen, I need to discuss
a sensitive piece of intelligence

your head of security
has extracted from this prisoner.

In private.

And I assure you, Magistrate,
your wife will be just fine.

Of course, General.

Is everyone all right?

I'm the human president
of a xenophobic authoritarian regime.

You're also married.

Looks like someone worked out
their commitment issues?

I'm a rebel?

Well,
obviously this is an alternate reality.

Actually, the Borg Queen here
has a different theory.

The Borg Queen? Here?

She's in the basement, with Jurati.

Jurati and the Borg Queen?
From the Stargazer?

No, this one's more typical.

But she suggested that there
may have been a divergence in time.

Time?

Of course.

That's how he did it.

This is not another reality,

this is our reality.

He went back in time
and changed the present.

Who, exactly?

Uh, an entity called Q.

- Q? I know him from your biography...
- Shh.

So, how do we make this Mr. Alphabet
undo what he did to us?

I'm afraid it's not just us.

He transformed the entire galaxy.

From my experience of Q,

he won't undo something until he's certain
that we have passed some kind of test.

But this morning, even for Q,
he... He seemed unstable.

Not quite sane.

Oh. That's great news.

- Not really great news, Raffi.
- No. I know, honey.

So, what do we do now?

As I said, we're not the only ones
who recognize that time is broken.

This world is a lie.

The fiction of the what-if of what was.

Tell me about it, sister.

Visitors.

Uh, let's take these off of you.

Okay.

Hi, mister!

Hello, Agnes.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Ooh. Hi!

Huh.

Don't see that every day.

You.

You... are Locutus.

And you are not.

I know you can see the divergence in time.

What did Q do in the past?

When he turned our world
into a polluted totalitarian nightmare?

Friend, then foe, and now...

Answer the question! What did Q do?

A temporal rescission.

A single change.

What was it? When was it?

Calculating.

2024, that is the when.
Where is the where?

Calculating. Earth.

A change in the timeline
originates there, in Los Angeles.

Calculating.

There is someone there to help.

A Watcher.

Seek the Watcher.

There's a splinter in her flesh.
The beginning of it...

Los Angeles.
That's got to be our destination.

We cannot live in this reality.

If we want to save the future,
then we have to repair the past.

I'm afraid my cursory review
of Confederation briefs

made no mention
of any time travel capabilities.

The tech here seems similar to our own.

Albeit, with a slightly more

boy-that-torture-device-looks-like-
it's-really-going-to-hurt kind of look.

So, what do we do?

Well, there are cruder methods
of time travel.

A star's gravitational pull,
a slingshot maneuver,

a warp to generate
a temporal fissure.

Kirk's Enterprise
did it on more than one occasion.

But, for that, you need an intelligence
that can isolate the divergence

and micro shift
for any chronotonic radiation.

They had Spock.

And we have her.

She has the capabilities.

But why would she help us?

All this talk of eradication. Hmm.

Forced. Rendered... Trapped.

Forced...

Finding the primary...

How did it feel
when your people were eradicated?

You don't have to answer,

because I know.

What a pitiful end
to the great Borg Empire.

Is that what you want?

Or do you want a way back to our present?

The Collective waiting for you
in the Delta Quadrant.

Will you help us?

Yes.

Great. Now what?

Captain Rios.

Standing by, Madam President.

Five to beam up. Plus the Borg Queen.

Um,

I'm sorry, for a moment there
it sounded like you said "Borg Queen."

She's in a stasis tube
if that makes it any better.

Agnes? That you?

Can't get rid of me that easily.

Okay.

Hold on.

Energizing.

We're still here.

Indeed.

Attention.

Security protocols initiated.

They've instituted a palace-wide lockdown.

- Why? Are they onto us?
- No, it was in my brief.

They're initiating
heightened security measures.

All transporting's been deactivated.

Try to find a blind spot
in the security array.

Do you copy?

Seven?

And now communications as well.

Doctor!

I can't stop it!

What the hell just happened?

The Eradication Day ceremony has begun.

Prisoner M-5-10
in transit.

Stasis field modified
for neurotransmitter deflection.

Where has she gone, Seven? Do you know?

She's been put in the queue.

For?

The ceremony calls for the Borg Queen
to be terminated on stage.

Barbaric.

By your hand.

Maybe that's our chance.

Wait. How are we supposed
to Borg-nap the Queen

and get away
in front of thousands of witnesses?

A smart, strategic question, Raffi.

Well, thank you.

Elnor, improvise.
Communication, make a hole.

Transport, make a bigger hole.

And you and I will find the Queen.

Now announcing the magistrate
of the Confederation of Earth.

And as for you,
find out what this thing knows.

And that's an order!

Yes, sir.

What are you doing down here?

What's going on with you today, Annika?

I've half a mind to have you
tested for telepathic incursion.

- How dare you even suggest...
- Wait... You know...

This was all my fault,
Mr. First Husband, sir.

Th-th...

The Borg Queen was claiming
that Romulans had infiltrated the palace

with spies from a little-known sect
called the Qowat Milat,

or Final Stranglers
as they were known in the north.

And I postulated it wasn't true,
but I-I didn't have any proof.

Until I saw that Picard
had apprehended a Romulan,

so out of an abundance of caution,
I sent a coded message

to my old drinking pal,
the president, AKA Annika Seven Shots.

It's a funny story.
It's for another time. Wow.

Eh, so that I could test my hypothesis,
which we just did.

There was a lot of screaming.
Did you hear it?

Anyway...

...turns out, the Queen was totally lying
in a typical weaker-than-thou species

bargaining-for-her-life kind of strategy.

And so she's off, you know,
going to be beheaded or whatever,

and basically, um...

As you were.

Madam President,
we need you and General Picard on stage.

It's time.

Bye.

Have a good... you know.

Oh, gosh. Let's figure this out.

A safe galaxy is a human galaxy.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

My fellow confederates.

Today we honor the heavy costs
of bloodshed and suffering.

As they are returned
in victorious celebration.

Eradication Day will forever serve

as a reminder
of humanity's merciful power.

And who better to remind us
of that mercy, that power,

than General Jean-Luc Picard.

Picard! Picard! Picard!

Um...

Okay.

Come on, work.

Shit.

Let the general's actions today
echo as a warning

to any species who dare
defy the Confederation.

For no monster
from any dark corner of the stars

can survive the righteousness
of human might.

Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!

La Sirena?

Agnes?

Yes!

Oh, my God. So sorry,
they clamped down hard for the ceremony.

Please tell me you still have
the transporter locks on everyone?

Barely.

There must be some kind of inhibitor.

We need to boost everyone's signal,
and then just open a...

Transporter window, I know.
I know. Raffi's on it.

Well, hurry.

Could you please stop being
so goddamn impatient?

We're doing this now, seriously?

Come on.

I need your console. Now.

Chief? What's going on?

Damn Romulan just confessed
to uploading a virus.

So I brought him along
as a little present.

Merry Christmas, boys.

Targeting's down.

Turrets are misidentifying friendlies.

We'll be wide open
unless I can scrape it out.

Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Tonight, witness what awaits rebellion.

Insurrection.

Resistance.

Tonight, we eradicate the Borg.

Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood!

Picard! Picard! Picard!

I think maybe it's your problem
that this whole man-on-the-move thing

is just because you
feel like you never fit in.

Says the woman
who won't share a single feeling.

I'll share a feeling with you right now.

Synthetic cats, synthetic people,
with them you're intimate.

Other humans?

They're the problem.

You know, I would hang up on you right now
if it wasn't gonna get us all killed.

Warning:
Power shields deactivated.

What the hell are you doing?

Elnor, they're yours.

The admiral said to improvise.

Show-off.

Jurati, shields are down.

I bought us about a minute
before they reboot and raise.

Tell me we're good to go.

Shit! Shit!

That's not encouraging.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!

Come on, Jurati. We're out of time.

Jurati, we've got ten seconds here.

Almost there.

Kill her!

Seven,
we may have to fight our way out of here.

- Kill her!
- Get him off the stage!

Still can't get a lock, Agnes!

Ah, Oh! Boom! Yes!
How do you like that sh...

Well, that was all kinds of terrible.

- Uh, I could use some help up there.
- On it.

- Raffi, deflector shields at maximum.
- Copy that.

Deflector shields at maximum.

- The main array access is here, right?
- No, no, no, absolutely not.

Don't even remotely consider
connecting that thing to my ship!

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.

About anything.

They're onto us.

We gotta move.

Whatever this is, it better work, Agnes.

It probably will.

Warning:

- Incoming ships on nexus course.
- Rios!

Captain Rios, get us out of here.

Warning: Presidential override.
Deflectors, disabled.

Wait, what?

No!

- Elnor!
- Uh-uh.

Huh.

I wonder
what a trophy of your head will say.

How about, "Jean-Luc Picard: Traitor.

Killed while rescuing a Borg."