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[narrator] Previously on
Star Trek Discovery:

Welcome back to Starfleet Academy.

You want to go back, don't you?

I do.

[dramatic music playing]

You are doing a tremendous job,
doctor.

Serving as medical officer
and ship's counselor cannot be easy.

Until I know what the DMA is,
I can't predict its behavior.

I'm gonna figure this thing out for you.

Whatever it takes.

[man on comm] This is U.S.S.
Janeway, on approach with the DMA.

We're picking up massive
ionic fluctuations.

Any other vessels in the area, confirm.

[woman over comm] N.S.S. T'Pau
here, confirming the same.

I'm also getting a strange spike
in X-ray radiation.

[man] What is...?
T'Pau, are you seeing this?

[woman] I am.

What the hell just happened?
The DMA is just...

It's gone.

[Reno] You talking to yourself again,
or are you looking for a response?

The DMA's gone
from the Venari sector.

It just... It disappeared.

That's impossible.
Nothing in space just disappears.

And it's back.

The DMA reappeared
4.2 seconds later,

1000 light years away.

Can we confirm it's the same DMA
we've been studying?

The scan data matches exactly.

and the odds of an identical
anomaly forming are essentially nil.

Not to mention,

natural phenomena do not disappear
and reappear elsewhere.

Doesn't that violate
the laws of physics?

Every law we know of, that is.

Zora, cross-reference all historical
records in the Sphere data.

Are there any indications this could've
been due to a natural event?

[Zora] Negative, captain.

If this isn't natural,

the only logical explanation...

is someone created it.

[dramatic music playing]

Who?

Who would do this?

[Burnham] It's now on a path
toward the Radvek Asteroid Belt.

It's formerly an Emerald Chain colony.

It's inhabited primarily
by the Akaali species.

The heading of the DMA puts it
at the edge of the impact zone.

One degree one way or another
could lead to safety or death.

[Stamets]
Problem is, we won't know if it'll hit

until after interference
from the DMA's dark matter signature

has already made
transport impossible.

So we've got to get everyone off world
before then.

How long do we have?

Four hours.
That's the cut-off point, sir.

Begin evacuations immediately.

They may not be Federation members,

but we're the only body with the ability
to execute a mission of this size.

I'll send every vessel in the area,
and I'll need Discovery to jump there.

I'll lead the operation myself.

Admiral, if I may, are there plans
to address the panic that may arise

as it becomes known
this is not a natural phenomenon?

President Rillak is meeting
with planetary leaders now

to get ahead of it.

I'm relieved to hear that.

I have already received a call
from the Kaminar High Council.

The fear in their voices
was unmistakable.

They are desperate for answers.

We all are. The most important being,
who's behind this anomaly.

Federation Security has identified
a number of civilizations

that may possess technology
this advanced.

The Metrons, the Nacene,

the surviving members
of the Iconian Empire.

The Q Continuum
were considered as well,

but as there's been no contact
for 600 years

and this is unlike anything they've done
before, we don't believe it's them.

For now,
we're classifying those responsible

as Unknown Species Ten-C.

[Saru] The Ten-C.

Admiral, it seems to me the first step
would be to figure out

how the DMA works.

Then we can trace the tech back
to its creators, whoever they are.

That's my thought exactly,

which is why I've asked Ruon Tarka
to advise us.

He's been heading
a number of our scientific endeavors.

Including the next-generation
spore drive, if I'm not mistaken.

He's working with Aurellio on that one.

They still haven't solved
the navigator problem.

So without me or Book, it's useless.

If anyone can find a way, it's Tarka.

His expertise will serve us well
with the DMA too.

With all due respect,
I already have the people I need.

Between myself
and the other task-force scientists...

We require someone
at the bleeding edge

of Federation and non-Federation
technology, commander.

I'm sure you'll find him
a valuable asset.

He'll board Discovery immediately.

You can get him caught up
on your work.

Mr. Saru, since you will have the conn

while Captain Burnham
leads the evacuation,

please make sure
Mr. Tarka gets whatever he needs.

- Yes, sir.
- [Vance] Keep me posted, captain.

Yes, sir.

[Burnham] We're doing everything
to figure out the DMA.

[Book] We need to do more, Michael.

We need to find out
who's behind this and stop them.

We will. We will, Book.

I know this isn't easy, any of it,
but let's focus on today.

And what is possible today, right now,

is saving lives on Radvek Five.

Let me help with that.

Come on.

I have to do something.

At least I can make sure no one else
has to go through what I did.

Okay.

Mr. Saru, status update?

Uh, three Federation ships
have reached Radvek Five,

and Ruon Tarka is now onboard.

I will see to him
once we've made the jump.

All right.

Lieutenant Christopher,
open a ship-wide channel, please.

- Channel's open.
- [Burnham on PA] Attention, all crew.

Our mission today is to evacuate
all inhabitants of the Radvek Chain.

At this point, we are not certain
whether the DMA will hit.

What we do know
is that in three and a half hours,

all transport off-world
will become impossible.

That's all the time we've got.

We need to make sure
every minute counts.

The inhabitants of Radvek Five
are counting on us.

[dramatic music playing]

Let's go save some lives.

[theme music playing]

[Burnham]
What's the situation on the ground?

There are 1206 individuals
on the colony surface to be evacuated.

[Burnham] Lieutenant Christopher,
contact the magistrate.

Commander Nilsson, have a team

prepare the Deck Four loading bay
for refugees.

We'll have them beam up
and facilitate transport to other ships.

- Aye, captain.
- The array can only beam 40 at a time.

- It's gonna be close.
- We do our best work when it's close.

I'm quoting you, by the way.
That nitrium delivery on Oonla.

This time, there's no noodle stalls
for you to blow up.

Hey, you were on demolition duty,
not me.

Captain, I have the magistrate
on comms for you.

Put him through.

Magistrate, I'm Captain Burnham
of the U.S.S. Discovery.

Thank Draylan you're here.
We sent off all available ships.

They held scarcely a quarter
of our population.

The rest wait. They've begun to panic.

I'll send a team down to assist.
We will get everyone out.

Captain, we are seeing six life signs
beneath the north dome generator.

They are stationary,
far from the evacuation point.

- Are you aware of these individuals?
- Of course. They are the Examples.

Records show it is the colony's prison.

They need to be evacuated
immediately.

Why? They're criminals.

Six offenders chosen to demonstrate
the costs of misbehavior.

An Emerald Chain tradition.

It has proven most effective
in preventing crime.

It doesn't matter who they are.
They don't deserve to die there.

This is a Federation mission,
magistrate.

No one will be left behind.

It's too late.

The prison is automated, and the few
who know how to run it fled hours ago.

The law-abiding among us await you.

Mr. Saru, assemble a team
to help with the evacuation.

- Book and I will go to the prison.
- [Rhys] Excuse me, captain?

I'd like to volunteer
to lead the evac team.

I think I could be helpful.

All right, commander.
Take whoever you need and go.

Captain, the prison is protected
by a pattern interrupter,

which prevents both transport
and comms

within a half-kilometer radius.

[Burnham] Understood.

Let's go.

Hi.

Ruon Tarka's here to work with me.
Figured I should put on a clean jacket.

Apparently, he's some kind of genius.
We'll see.

Ruon Tarka, isn't he the one who...?

Yeah. Building off my research and
hasn't made the effort to reach out.

Yeah. I've advised his team
on, uh, spore propagation,

on not harming the jahSepp.

I've supplied them
with countless samples of my DNA,

but Tarka is always too busy for me.

He goes through Aurellio every time.

How do I work with someone who has
zero respect for professional courtesy?

Let it roll off you.
There are bigger things at stake here.

Good luck.
I'm off to assist with the evacuees.

Hey. You've already done, what,
five therapy sessions today?

Maybe you could take ten minutes
before you jump into one again?

People need help, Paul.

Knowing that someone made the DMA

makes it all the more unsettling
for everyone.

- Can I give you some advice now?
- I'm good. Really.

[lift chimes]

[man on PA] Observation deck.

Ensign Jamison,
please report to observation deck.

So this is the U.S.S. Discovery.
It's like walking onto an antique.

Huh.

Mr. Tarka, welcome aboard.

Uh, this is Commander Stamets.

- Nice to finally meet you.
- Aurellio's told me all about you.

And I've studied your work extensively.
So much to admire and improve upon.

What are we waiting for?
Let's get started. The DMA awaits.

Uh, if you will both follow me.

- You're the first Kelpien I've ever met.
- Ah.

You really do have the strangest feet.

Burnham to Discovery.
We're approaching the prison now.

We'll be passing through the boundary
marker for the pattern interrupter.

That will take us out of comms range.

[Christopher] Aye, captain.
Good luck.

Rhys, what's the status
of the evacuations?

One hundred and sixty transported
so far.

A bit chaotic at first,
but everything's going smoothly now.

Good. Book and I will go dark
but don't wait for us.

We'll be out of here
before the cut-off point.

Captain, thank you
for letting me do this.

I can tell it means a lot to you.

My town was wiped out by a hurricane
when I was 5.

A Starfleet crew got us out.
So I get what this is like for them.

I'm glad you're here, commander.

Let's do this.

[suspenseful music playing]

The door is standard
Emerald Chain issue.

I can open it, no problem.

Such confidence.

What can I say?
I'm a man of many talents.

- I don't pick up defense systems.
- There must be some.

I don't trust it either.

By the way, about Oonla,

you realize it was either the noodle
stands or the fusion reactor?

Mm-hm. And I was picking noodles
out of my braids for days.

Simpler times.

Running for our lives doing
borderline-legal courier gigs? Simpler?

In some ways, though I don't miss
the whole just-friends thing.

I was keeping it professional.

Which was absolutely zero fun
for either of us.

[chittering]

- The hell is that?
- It's a Narisa beetle.

They're indigenous to the Akaali.

They must have brought them
when they settled here.

I could not hate that sound more.

- You mean the chitin?
- No idea what word you said.

Chitin. The polysaccharides
in arthropod exoskeletons.

- It creates a distinctive clicking.
- Whatever. It creeps me out.

Says the man who finds beauty
in tranceworms.

- Why can't you ask it to go away?
- Trying. I can't communicate with it.

It's taken the exact same path,
four times now.

- No living thing is that precise.
- Let's see what we're dealing with.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Burnham] It's a mobile landmine.

Heard the Emerald Chain
use weapons like this

disguised as native life.

There's a lot more coming this way.

These are scans from the precise
moment the DMA disappeared.

It collapsed into a central aperture,

what appears to be some sort
of a technological device,

which then disappeared as well.

We assume this is what also is
controlling the DMA in its new location.

Scans further indicate the DMA
left behind a subspace rupture...

Yes, yes, yes.

I've already seen this data.

It's inconclusive. Subspace damage
can be created by a litany of things.

- Of course. I was about to say that...
- Something so powerful...

- You cut me off.
- ...it's an exceedingly blunt instrument.

Yeah. We, too, have wondered
about its purpose.

Is it a weapon, perhaps,

or clearing areas of space
in preparation for something?

- Is it...?
- Where's the replicator?

At the console.

Make me a plate of mashed potatoes,
cold, and a pea. Just one.

We're on a clock,
so if you need to eat something...

- [replicator chimes]
- [Tarka] Shh!

[pensive music playing]

These potatoes are the DMA,

a mass of dark matter
and accreted material

moving through space,
wreaking havoc,

controlled somehow
by the device at its center.

What does it all add up to?

You originally theorized
primordial wormhole.

- Obviously, that's wrong.
- Had I known about the device...

I didn't say completely wrong.

The behavior of the anomaly
suggests that the wormhole is present.

You think what? Synthetic?

I think someone created a tunnel
through space-time to get it here.

- To what end?
- No idea.

But we can sit around doing math,

or we can get our hands dirty
and find out.

I am not sure
I follow your metaphor, Mr. Tarka.

I want to create a working model
of the DMA controller. Miniature scale.

- You really think you can do that?
- Look at the schematics if you want.

You want to create a device that will
generate a wormhole on Discovery?

Yeah, simulations are promising,
but I need a real-world trial

to confirm my theory
and collect the data that we need.

For instance,
how much power will it require?

Does it rupture subspace?

Those answers will help lead us
to who's responsible.

Wow, this is... It really could work.

We can enclose
both ends of the wormhole

inside a containment field.

It'll be perfectly safe.

I will give Commander Nilsson
the conn and personally supervise.

[Tarka]
We're gonna need a bigger room.

I can't hold them off.

They communicate
using a control matrix.

I can access it and stop them,
but I need more time.

"More time," she says.

[suspenseful music playing]

You have got to be kidding me.

- Come on, Michael.
- I'm almost done.

Now would be good.

Got it.

- I told you I could do it.
- Never doubted you.

Clock's ticking. We have to get
those prisoners out. Come on.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Burnham] Everyone up, please.
I need your attention.

Who the hell are you?
And what's with the costume?

I'm Captain Burnham
of the U.S.S. Discovery.

This colony is in the path
of a gravitational anomaly.

The other colonists
are being evacuated.

We are to evacuate you.

Now we know why the guards took off.
They left us here to die.

Of course, they did.

Tell me, why would a Starfleet captain
come to help us?

The Federation
doesn't leave prisoners to die.

Is that so?

Everyone here is sentenced to life,
no matter how small their crime.

He stole food for his family.

He traded in counterfeit latinum.
She counted cards at a tongo club.

And Felix took one joyride
on a sand-copter.

Tell me how that's worth
30 years and counting.

This is not a place of justice.

And the Federation
has done nothing about it.

This was Emerald Chain territory.
We had no jurisdiction.

So now you care.

We did then, and we still do.

We don't have time for this. Okay?
We need to get everyone out.

How long before
this gravitational anomaly hits?

In a little over an hour
we lose the ability to transport,

and we won't know its trajectory
until after that.

So it may not hit us?

That's right. The plan is to beam you
onto our ship until it's safe.

Listen, we are risking our own lives
being here. Can we get moving?

Good.
Where is your prison control system?

On the basement level.

But it has biometric protections
that only the guards can access.

What about the forcefield generator?
Shut it off, our walls go down.

That?

[dramatic music playing]

The casing is quanarium alloy,
one of the strongest metals there is.

It's also an excellent heat conductor.
K-value of 494.

If we heat it up,
we could fry the system.

- How long do you think it'll take?
- I have no idea. Don't tell them that.

I'm sorry. We have to reschedule.

There are others
assisting in your absence.

You can spare ten minutes.

You requested this meeting.

Yes, sir, but that was before I knew
about the evacuations.

We have hundreds of refugees
coming onboard.

I'm a busy man, Dr. Culber.
I cleared the time for you.

We both know how this works.
We can skip the therapeutic niceties.

What do you need?

Well, you're familiar with my duties
as ship's counselor.

And I saw how you were with Georgiou
when she was in crisis, so...

You need brutal honesty, noted.
We now have eight and a half minutes.

Well, the DMA has brought up a lot
of, uh, fear and uncertainty

for the crew.

So I've offered them hope.

I've told them that,
uh, it won't last forever,

that... we'll find a way to stop it.

I recently worked with someone
whose entire world was destroyed.

Mr. Booker.

I almost admitted to him that, uh...

I'm struggling.

And it made me realize that, uh...

I've been lying...

to everyone who gets in front of me.

And now we find out
that this isn't an act of nature,

that someone chose to kill.

Someone with staggering power.

And whether I lie or I don't...

I am failing.

And you want me to affirm
that you're failing

because you're seeking permission
to take a break?

- That's not what I said at all.
- Yes, it is.

You know what, this isn't helpful.

- I gotta go.
- You died.

You died and came back to life.

Little wonder you're a mess.

[pensive music playing]

Your file is stunningly generic
as to your feelings

on this rather unique fact
of your existence.

So allow me to fill in some blanks.

"Why me?"

It's the question you ask yourself
every morning and every evening.

No one else gets a second chance,
so, why me?

That led you to the idea that there
was a reason for your survival.

A purpose you're meant to fulfill
right here, right now.

And that led you to a savior complex,

because if there is no reason,
if there is no purpose,

then your very existence
is a middle finger

to anyone who's ever lost someone,
which is everyone.

How's that for brutal honesty?

Do you have a recommendation

to go along
with that sparkling analysis?

Whether or not you're a miracle,
Dr. Culber, you are only human.

You need to allow yourself time to rest,
as you advise your patients.

Well, I can't just stop.
Not now anyway.

It's what I do. It's who I am. It's...

It's the way you escape
the persistent guilt of being alive.

This is a uniquely challenging time,
yes.

But if you don't find fulfillment
in something other than work,

then you will fail those
in the chair in front of you.

I have a two o'clock. Goodbye.

Just a few more seconds.

When this goes, we need to move fast.

I don't know about you, but no way
am I sitting in a brig on some ship.

I'm out.

[phaser powers up]

[Burnham] I can't let you do that.

It's set to stun,
but it still won't feel good.

All the colony's ships are gone.
We're your only way out.

You can't ask us to trust you,

and then treat us
no differently than our jailers do.

Lower your weapon.

[tense music playing]

What happens after you rescue us?
Will we get our freedom?

Because if we all walk out right now,
we'd have a chance at precisely that.

Maybe for an hour if you're lucky.

Maybe we will be.

If the anomaly doesn't hit,

we could use that time
to find another way off this asteroid.

- That is a big if.
- You haven't seen this thing.

You don't know what it can do.
It destroyed my planet.

They, whoever they are,
they don't care how many are killed.

I'm sorry for your loss.

But it changes nothing for us.

I want a guarantee that we will not
be returned to this unjust society.

I'll advocate for the diplomats to...

A guarantee or we go nowhere.

[Tarka] Okay, the controller model
is just ready to test.

Activating containment field now.

[Reno] I can picture Tilly's face

when she finds out
we got sucked into a wormhole

three days after she left.

I miss her too, commander.

- We're ready for power.
- It's what I do best.

The big difference here,
apart from size,

is that the actual DMA controller would
have to use an internal power source.

Some sort of highly stable
energy generating system

far beyond
our technological capabilities.

But the rest of it,
I think I've nailed pretty much perfectly.

[Reno] Here you go.

It's working.

Incredible.

[Saru]
That looks remarkably like the DMA.

There's nothing quite like the rush
of proving a theory right.

I remember my first time.

I was 5 years old.
I atomized a live caracal.

All anyone could do
was complain about how messy it was.

I was never understood on Risa.

The pleasure planet
surrounded by idiots.

Felt like your Gally Leo
at the Inquisition.

You mean Galileo?

Sure. Why not? The point is
great intellect can be costly.

- Something we have in common.
- Huh?

Your encounter with
the Emerald Chain, the neural lock.

Painful.

[Saru] Excuse me.

It appears the,
uh, experiment has paused.

[Reno] Let me see what I can do.

[Tarka]
Oh, I see the problem right here.

It will require
much more power than I thought.

Sorry, Galileo, I'm giving you all I can

without taking
from the transport systems.

Which is not an option.
There are evacuations in progress.

No. There's gotta be
somewhere else we can pull from.

Come on. You love a challenge.

I could harness the ionic radiation
from the main phaser array,

converting it
into a temporary power source.

Is that safe?

Let's see.
If one is nothing to worry about

and 10 is insane,

I would say it's, eh, probably a six.

Great science was
never accomplished with caution.

I'm not sure that's actually true.

Sir, if we can understand this tech,
then we can figure out who built it.

And maybe even how to stop it.

Every piece of data is a clue.

Commander, I do not believe
that you or Mr. Tarka

are considering the risks seriously.

You realize
it's a choice to be this tense, right?

Mr. Tarka, I have
extraordinary responsibilities on...

[yells]

What was that?

[yells]

Do it back.

Excuse me?

Yell back at me.

What are you afraid of? Do it!

[roars]

[Tarka chuckles]

Well, that was something.

That felt pretty good, right?
Being out of control for a moment?

I suppose it did.

Look, you may not like me,
but I love me.

And I am not gonna
let this experiment blow me up,

which means, by extension,
that your ship will be fine too.

Mr. Saru, for the first time
since we discovered the DMA,

we're actually getting somewhere.

We'll keep this within safe parameters.
I'll make sure of it.

[pensive music playing]

I will allow the additional power,
but Commander Reno will give me

the ability to cut that power
should I deem it necessary.

[upbeat music playing]

This is gonna be fun.

Come on, Michael.
We only have 30 minutes.

Okay, I found something.

I searched Starfleet General Orders
and Regulations.

Protocol allows a captain
to grant political asylum

in extreme circumstances that would
bring you under Federation law.

Your cases would go under review,

and your sentencing
would be commuted.

How would we warrant asylum?

The magistrate called you
the Examples.

Your sentences
were political theater, not justice.

And if you also believe that to be true

and you do want your cases reviewed,
I just need you to say that right now.

I want my case reviewed. Absolutely.

- So do I.
- Me too.

Then we're done here.

- Let's get moving.
- Yes.

I'll join you in a moment.

- What are you doing?
- There's something I cannot leave.

- Whatever it is, it's not worth it.
- It is to me.

[ominous music playing]

Unlike the others, I do belong here.

I'm not the man they think I am.
I took a life.

- You do not shrink from me.
- I'm not here to judge you.

When I took that life, I also took this.

It's a lalogi orb.
They're precious to the Akaali.

Each family has one.
It contains a record of their heritage.

I kept it hidden from the guards
all these years,

promising myself
that somehow I would return it.

But of course, now it's too late.

I've devoted my life
to doing penance for my crime.

One way is to help the others here
however I can.

I know that giving them asylum
may create difficulties for you.

But the right choice
is rarely the easy one.

[dramatic music playing]

Thank you.

We need to go.

[Luda] Let's do this.

[alarm blaring]

Shit.

It read my biometrics.

Now we're all trapped.

It's reinforced with nanomaterial.

There's no way
we can shoot through this.

We're running out of time.

- Any ideas?
- [Felix] No.

- Wait. Those beetles.
- Yes.

- If you power them back up...
- What? Why would you do that?

- To blow open the door.
- Right.

- Everybody take cover!
- Come on.

[Burnham] I'm bringing them to us.

[dramatic music playing]

I thought you'd think
this idea was too crazy.

It is. I just don't have a better one.

- Think there are enough of them?
- There better be.

I've got all of them coming. Get ready.

[Luda] They're coming in.

You have to stop them.

[Burnham] Working on it.

- Still never doubted you.
- Ha.

Okay, maybe a little.
Okay, let's go, let's move!

[Saru] Commander Rhys,
what is your status?

[Rhys on comm] The evacuation
is nearly complete. Two more groups.

- Have you heard from the captain?
- No. Their comms are still dark.

Complete your mission, then proceed
to the prison to assist them.

Yes, sir.

We must finish the experiment now.
I need to return to the bridge.

Additional power's been transferred,

divided between the model
and the containment field.

Go slow. The more you feed the
monster, the more you need the cage.

I sent you the kill switch,
in case the monster gets out of hand.

Commander Stamets, do the honors.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, give it more.

[power increases]

Bad news,
containment field's weakening.

Redistribute power to the field.

That means taking it away
from the device.

If the field fails, the gravitational
gradient could destroy the ship.

Commander Reno?

[power decreases]

Oh, that's too much.
It's stalling out.

Mr. Saru, we need
to make sure his device works.

It's the only way
to get data on the real thing.

[Tarka] Billions of lives
depend on this experiment.

My people, his, grumpy lady's,
and all the lives on Kaminar too.

I can control it.

You may continue for now.

Zora, please provide updates on any
decrease in containment field integrity.

[Zora] Understood, Captain Saru.

[Reno] More power coming to you,
commander.

That's it.

That's how it works. I was right.

It's behaving exactly like the DMA.

Look, yeah. Gravitational lensing,
dark matter accretion.

It's creating a subspace rupture too.

It needs more power to stabilize.

[Stamets] It's working.

[Zora]
Containment-field integrity dropping.

Do you have the data you need?

Not yet. Give it a chance to stabilize.
We've got this.

Come on. More. More. More.
Don't stop.

Thirty percent, 25%...

- Commander Stamets!
- Just a little longer!

...20%, 15%, 10%,

5%...

Oh, come on!

This experiment is over.

That is the closest you've come
to killing us all,

and that is really saying something.

[dramatic music playing]

Commander Rhys, come in.

[Rhys on comm] Captain.
We've been trying to reach you.

- Are the evacuations complete?
- Yes.

Great. Head back to Discovery.
We've got things covered here.

Mr. Saru?

[Saru]
Oh, it is good to hear your voice.

Yours too.
Five to transport, standby for more.

Come on, let's go.

I needed to be sure the others got out.

But I'm staying.

[dramatic music playing]

Six minutes left.

Come on. We need to go.

I resolved to die here a long time ago.

I wish to stay until my jailers return,
or until the anomaly hits.

- That's insane.
- Perhaps to you.

I believe it's part of my penance.

No, Felix, listen to me.

You have years ahead of you still.
You can live a different kind of life.

That is not what I want.

It's been a long day.
He's not thinking clearly.

You could force me, of course.

But is it really your choice to make?

This is where I committed my crime.

This is where I need to remain.

Whether my life is to end
in years or moments, it is my life.

My debt to pay.

Please.

Do not take that from me.

It's his choice to make.

- You said no one left behind.
- We have to respect his agency.

And let him kill himself?

It's a risk, not a certainty.

And if you wanna stay...

Michael.

We have to save him.

I can't just...

I am sorry.

But the longer we debate this, we're
putting our lives in danger and his.

We can use this to communicate.

I'll tell you
as soon as I'm sure of the trajectory.

[Felix] Before you go...

I kept it safe for 30 years.

Now I ask you to do the same.

I will.

I'm grateful for everything.

Book.

This is wrong.

[Burnham] Two to transport.

Good work today, everyone.
We saved over a thousand lives.

Captain, scans have just confirmed

the asteroid belt
will be within the impact zone.

Then we'll stay in comms range
as long as possible.

- Open a channel.
- Aye, captain.

Felix, can you hear me?

It's coming, isn't it?

There's too much interference
to beam you up now.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm not.

I'd like to tell you what happened,
what I did, if you'd like to hear it.

I never told anyone.

It's not a burden
I wish to carry beyond this life.

Lieutenant Christopher,
please raise the privacy barrier.

No.

I've been behind walls long enough.

- Whoever's there, they may hear this.
- Okay.

Thirty years ago,
I was a man with nothing.

A stranger gave me shelter
and a meal.

I waited until he went to sleep,

and I robbed him.

He caught me in the act.

We struggled.

I killed him.

His child was in the other room.

It wasn't until later that I realized

among the things I stole
was the family's lalogi orb.

Not only did I take
that girl's future from her...

I took her past as well.

I think about her every day.

How that must have changed her.

How she's carried that with her.

Do you know her name?

The family was called Doxica.

[computers chiming]

[Christopher]
We've lost comms, captain.

[dramatic music playing]

Black alert.

Jump.

Captain Burnham. I demand that
the prisoners be held in the brig.

We will not share space with them.

Under what authority
are you making these demands?

I am the sovereign magistrate...

Of a colony that no longer exists.

Those people
are now under Federation protection

and thereby subject to Federation law.

- But I...
- As are you,

as long as you are on this vessel.

I need to remind you
that wherever you find a new home,

you'll be arriving as a refugee,
seeking shelter and grace.

I hope you find a more just society

than the one you had a hand
in creating.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a ship to command.

How'd it go today?

The refugees are turning in
for the night.

Resettlement begins tomorrow.

How was your day?

Oh. Uh...

Crazy.

We learned a lot, although
not as much as we could have.

And, um, Tarka is a genius,
no question.

But, um, he scares me too.

He is so single-minded about his work.
He cares about literally nothing else.

Mm.

It actually feels a little familiar.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

That was an "avoiding" fine,
not a "real" fine.

Your eyes are the tell.

- Really?
- You look down every time.

Kovich told me I'm wearing myself out.

He's right.

Said I'm using work as a crutch
and that I need to take a break.

Maybe that's why I fell in love with you.
We have the same pathology.

Making you either a total narcissist
or a glutton for punishment.

Little column A, little column B.

Look at us. We jumped
a thousand years into the future.

We helped solve the Burn,
and we can't figure our own shit out.

[poignant music playing]

[Burnham]
Zora, have you found her yet?

[Zora]
The woman you seek is onboard,

currently at Deck Four, Airlock Two.

Thank you.

I'd like to offer my condolences,
captain.

I infer from micro-inflections
in your voice

that you are experiencing sorrow.

It's been a tough day.

It can be painful
to weigh duty against compassion.

I wasn't aware you had
the operational parameters

to make an observation like that.

The understanding
and experience of emotion

naturally leads to
feelings of empathy for others.

You feel emotions?

It is a recent development.

We have arrived.
It was nice speaking with you, captain.

With you too, Zora.

[woman on PA] Attention.

Duty logs have been updated
to reflect new rotations,

effective immediately.

Petra Doxica?

- I'm Captain Burnham.
- Hello.

I believe this may belong to you.

I...

I thought it was lost years ago.

- How did you...?
- Helping someone keep a promise.

This was my father.
He was killed when I was a girl.

We're meant to be added to the tree
when we come of age.

I didn't have the chance.

Now you do.

[poignant music playing]

Thank you.

I hope it continues to grow
for many generations to come.

I can smell synthehol
ale across the room.

Here, try some of the real stuff.
Risian whiskey.

Thanks.

You're Cleveland Booker,
the other spore-drive operator.

I read your file.

Ruon Tarka.

You were working with Stamets today.

Mm-hm.

Also saw that colony
get pushed into the sun.

That was quite a show.

- At least you got everyone out.
- Yeah, almost.

Almost was the story of my day too.

I came this close
to something incredible.

You know who's behind the DMA,
don't you?

You say that with such confidence.

A man only gets as close as you did

when he has an idea
what's over the cliff.

- So who made it?
- I don't know. Yet.

But I could have told you
it wasn't the Metrons or the Nacene

or the Iconians well before I got here.

So why the experiment?

Why risk the lives of everyone
onboard?

Science has many purposes.

Try again.

[ominous music playing]

I constructed
a model of the DMA controller

at a scale of 3.22 times 10
to the -17th,

but this entire ship couldn't
provide enough juice to keep it stable.

Which means the actual device
has an energy source

equivalent to a hypergiant star.

Unfathomable power.

Maybe they're gods.

Whoever they are, they're not gods.
And they sure as hell aren't immortal.

So much anger, no place to put it.

You don't know me.

No, but I know anger.
It's a wonderfully productive emotion.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Booker.

[dramatic music playing]

[theme music playing]