All language subtitles for Star Trek Discovery S02E07 Light . Shadows

Personaal log,
Commander Michael Burnham.

My motr taught me
the greatest mysteries

come in threes.

Birth, life, death.

The past,
the present and future.

That's where the Red Angel
is from.

We now have confirmation,
thanks to Mr. Saru.

The angeis humanoid
and wearing an exosuit

made of future technology
we've never seen.

But whose future?

And why?

The only person who will be able
to answer these questions

is the one person
nobody can find.

Two months before they appeared.

Which presumes the angel
shared them with him

for a damn good reason.

According to his cognitive
tests, he had a mental breakdown.

So, either the angel broke him

or chose him because
he was broken.

Well, I don't like
either option.

Maybe, uh, it owed him a
future he couldn't process.

We know that he ran
from the psychiatric unit

on Starbase 5.

And we know the shuttle
that he stole

dispeared somewhere
in the Mutara sector.

Any leads?
None.

But if the Federation
and Section 31

are still looking for him...

I need permission
to go to Vulcan.

I haven't spoken to my mother
or father in some time.

Sarek's on the
Federation task force.

If he had any
information, we'd know.

If he did, yes, we would.

My mother, on the other hand,

she hasn't always seen
eye-to-eye with him

when it comes to Spock.

You've already packed
your bag, haven't you?

I'd never do that without
your permission, sir.

Take your leave, Commander.

Good luck, and hurry back to us.

Thank you, sir.
Where are you headed?

Were sticking around Kaminar
for a while longer.

Left behind traces
of residual decay

the Starfleet's tasked us
with analyzing

In the future it came from.

Then, good luck
to you, too, Captain.

Status report, Mr. Saru.

E sensors have detected
the same spike

of tachyon particles
Admiral Cornwell's team recorded

after our expedition
to the asteroid.

Sir, these readings
cant be accurate.

5,000 parts per cubic micron?

Noone ever recorded
densities at this level.

Its freaking amazing.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, sir.
You know how I get

around violations of causality.

Plus, you said that I shouldn't
curse when I was on duty.

What kind of power
source could generate

that amount of
tachyon particles?

Well, the technology may not
have been invented yet.

Lets determine more about
this possible power source

beyond "freaking amazing."

I am attempting to launch
a probe into the anomaly

that may help us determine where
in the future it came from.

But the extreme
tachyon interference

is disrupting
our targeting systems.

Helm,
forward, one-quarter impulse.

Air mass Mr. Saru
with analysis, please.

Wheres Burnham?
On personal leave.

Why wasn't I informed?

Because "personal"
means personal.

If Burnham's absence
is related

to Spock's disappearance,
you owe me an explanation.

I owe you?

Owe me.

Uh, Mr. Tyler,

the chair outranks the badge.

The comms are off-line, sir.

Tactical systems
have failed, too.

- Talk to me, Owo.
- Captain,

these readings don't
make any sense.

The computers seem caught
in some kind of loop.

Computers do not do well
with temporal distortions,

if that is what
we are dealing with.

Oh, what the frick?

You owe me an explanation.

Owe you?
The chair outranks the badge.

Captain, dead ahead.

- What am I looking at?
- It appears to be

a rift in space-time, Captain.

Full reverse.

S-Sorry.

Systems back online.

Okay, lets not do that again.

Mr. Saru,

load our probe onto
a shuttle, I'll pilot it

close enough to to get the
anomaly and launch from there.

Sir?
Test pilot

was my first assignment
in Starfleet.

I know Discovery's shuttles better

than anyone else on board.

Well, I have no doubt, sir,

but you are vital personnel.

I'm also the most qualified.

Are you familiar with the term
"bad penny," Mr. Tyler?

Captain, you can keep me
in the dark about Burnham,

but not when it comes to
intelligence about these signals

or the Red Angel. I'm your
official liaison to Section 31.

You have to deal with me.

You are aware
the war is over, right?

My problem isn't with Klingons.

You killed
a member of this crew.

At least your shadow did... Voq.

Sorry, but there's no way
to get rid of him, sir.

I know the feeling.

Starfleet shuttle,
identify yourself

This is
Commander Michael Burnham.

Requesting permission to land

at the residence
of Ambassador Sarek.

Is this official
Starfleet business?

I'm not here
as a Starfleet officer.

I'm here as his daughter.

Permission granted.

My name is Amanda.

My name is Amanda.

Whats yours?
Michael.

Michael.

Do you want to meet our son?

Do you want to meet our son?

You are amused
by your own error?

Yeah.

That is... illogical.

Emotions confuse me.

Me, too.

I'm so glad you're home, Michael

Spock is still missing.

Mother, I need your help.

Yes, we know.

Sarek's been like that
for hours.

From the moment
your father heard

that your brother disappeared,

he's been practicing tokmar
every day.

I've never seen
tokmar performed before.

Lost souls back home.

It isn't working.

I think its more than that.

Sarek has the most disciplined,
logical mind I know.

If it isn't working,
there has to be a reason.

I think you know what it is.

I haven't heard from him.

The longer he's the run,
the harder it'll be for him.

Yes, I can see
the logic in that.

No matter how angry
you are with me,

you have to know
how much I love him.

Spock is my brother,
I'll protect him.

Even if I knew where he was...

there is no way
that I would ever

turn him in to be tried for
murders he did not commit.

Mother.

I have not seen him.

Your whole life, you've
told me the truth.

That's how I know you're lying.

If you know where he is,
let me help him.

You have to. You have
to let me help him.

Spock is not how
you remember him.

Shuttle 5 approaching
the anomaly.

Now at minute five, and still
no signs of temporal effects.

Ready move us another
600 kilometers closer

and re-acclimate.

Like a diver rising
to the surface.

I'd not want to get the
"time bends," sir.

Time bends. I like that.

Everything sounds
cooler when you put

"time" in front of it.

Oh. Getting readings

off the rift... time rift.

Transmitting to you now,
Discovery.

Captain Pike,
when targeting the anomaly

with the strobe, make sure
to avoid the aperture.

You are on the clock, sir.

Acknowledged, Mr. S...
Acknowledged...

Acknowledged, Mr. Saru.

Acknowledged, Mr. Saru...

Vocal analysis shows

that all three acknowledgments

are the same transmission, sir.

Captain, you are experiencing
temporal distortions.

Do not proceed any closer.

Launch the probe
from your current position.

Thank you, Mr. Saru.
Registering full stop.

Entering coordinates
and launch sequence.

No!

Something wrong, sir?

Sir?

Launch the probe.

Captain, there's a temporal
shock-wave headed right at you.

Copy that.
Engaging evasive maneuvers.

Hold on.

Altering course for...

I've lost them in the time rift.

I cant locate them anywhere.

No response on any channel.

No transnder reading
from the shuttle, either.

Mr. Rhys?

Do you detect any debris
from an explosion?

I cant see anything, sir.

The sensors are not responding.

If I move the ship any closer,

Officers, our mission is now
changed from research to rescue.

The captain and Tyler
are counting on us.

Owosekun, rectify our sensor
issues by accounting for

varying tachyon levels manually.

Rhys, continue studying
the anomaly.

We must understand the internal
dynamics of the phenomenon

in order to recognize
deviations.

Because those variations
might be our missing shuttle.

Correct.

The radiation will be
lethal in five hours.

Do you really think we'll
be able to locate them?

Well, the question may not be
where they are, but when.

We must assume that time does
not move inside the anomaly

along a strictly linear course.

No, it jumbles it all up,
like a blender.

Which makes...

finding the captain
and Tyler... impossible.

For us, perhaps, but...

as discovered when
Mr. Mudd attacked us,

Commander Stams has a unique
relationship with time.

The tardigrade DNA protects him

from the effects
of temporal distortions.

Yes, sir.

Constructiosm combines
the epistemological thesis

about what cane known
with a meta-philosophical view

of the nature
of philosophical questions.

Formal logic utilizes
plausible reasoning

and intuitive methods
organized into subsystems.

The most important of these
systems is classical logic...

The most important of these
systems is classical logic...

Formal logic utilizes
plausible...

All inductive arguments are
therefore deductively invalid.

The premises of an inctive
argument do not entail the truth

of the arguments conclusion.

In deductive logic,
the methods of reasoning

and the procedure for finding
evidence are investigated.

In deductive logic,
the methods of reasoning

and the procedure for finding
evidence are investigated.

Only if it is iossible
for the conclusion to be false

while the premises are all true.

Spock, its me.

A deductive argument is one

that aims to show
its conclusions must be true.

Spock.

Spock, can you hear me?

Spock.

To say that a logical
construction is valid

Its Michael.
A deductive argument is

one that has to show
its conclusion must be true.

How long has he been like this?

Two days.

I couldn't go to Sarek.

He would weh the needs
of the many against the...

We've got to get
him to a doctor.

Is classical logic.

Every avenue leaves a trail.

Mother, hes just repeating
the First Doctrines of Logic.

Hes trying to ground himself.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

What are those numbers?

I don't know, I've
tried looking.

Are they coordinates?
Are they command codes?

Are they birthdays?
I don't know,

I've tried everything.

We have to get him
to a hospital.

You're not taking him anywhere.

Mother, if he were
a full-blooded Vulcan,

these emotions would have
driven him insane by now.

You cannot keep him here.

Spock came to me for help,

and I will never turn him in.

And under Federation
law, I don't have to.

Please.

Please don't do this.

As the wife of the
Vulcan ambassador,

I have the legal authority
to invoke diplomatic immunity

in order to shield my
son from extradition.

Unless the ambassador objects.

The sensors are useless.

You're wasting your time.

We need a fixed point to target
if were gonna navigate

by dead reckoning.
You telling me how to fly now?

Captain, I'm not the enemy here.

You got any experience
behind the stick?

Take it.

Adjust heading to 1-90-mark-2.

That's the signal that
brought us to Kaminar.

How is this possible?

It disappeared before
Discovery arrived.

We're being pulled back in time.

Or worse,

were traveling
through past, present,

and future all at once.

Unless the rift closes
while were still here.

In which case,
eternity might not last as long

as we think.

Wait. I have to assume

Discovery's becoming roughly
the anomaly for our flight path.

Release the plasma
from the nacelles.

Three bursts,
five minutes apart.

The thrusters will ignite
the fuel.

I due respect, sir,
we need this fuel.

That wasn't a suggestion,
Mr. Tyler.

Caain, every decision
you've made so far

is about your guilt
at sitting out the war.

You're trying to
prove your bravery

at the expense of our lives.

That's enough!

You will release the plasma, or
when we get back to the ship...

and we will get back
to the ship...

I'll throw you in the brig.

And then you can
think about guilt

while awaiting court-martial

for failing to follow
a direct order.

Do you understand,
Specialist Tyler?

Initiating plasma abort, sir.

The captain is lost?

How the hell did that happen?

Well, hand Tyler got
swept up in a time rift.

A time rift?
Whats a...?

Wa, are these radiation
levels accurate?

They'll reach lethal
exposure in four hours.

And Saru wants me to plot
the shuttles trajectory

by using the mycelial network
as a constant?

Well, since you have
Tardigrade DNA in your system,

it should be a piece
of cake for you.

Beyond the event horizon,
time exists

all at once, which makes
finding them like...

touching a grain of sand
in a hurricane,

using a pair of tweezers.

Hmm.

To say that a logical
construction is valid...

You lied to me, Amanda.

I assume you hid our son
in this sacred crypt

because it contains
katra stones,

which block any outside
telepathic link with him.

You assume correctly.

Your behavior was
impulsive and shortsighted.

How dare you.

I accepted this life
because I love you.

And now Spock pays the price...

like he always has.

This is my worst fear.

Do you know that
I used to read Alice to Spock

when he was a little boy, before
Michael came into the house?

"That depends a good deal

on where you want to get to,"
said the Cat.

Do you know why

I read him that book?

Because Spock had difficulties.

Human difficulties.

Learning, reading,

writing.

Vulcans called it Ltak Terai.

A temporary complication
remedied at the Learning Center.

No.

He had no support.

Nobody wanted to help
a half-Vulcan child

with a learning disability
he'd inherited from his mother.

And in order to save our son,

I began to read him a story
about how to survive

when up is down
and left is right.

Your obsession with a book

about chaos has done a
disservice to our children.

They were the ones

who were on both sides
of the looking glass.

Not you, Sarek.

You never truly
respected humanity.

If that we true, I would
have married a Vulcan.

Would you have left Vulcan
for me?

No, I wouldn't.
I sacrificed everything

for our family.

That does not change
the fact that you have

harbored a fugitive,

which is a flagrant
abuse of my authority.

I don't live
under your authority.

I'm your wife

and I'm your partner.

Try again, husband.

"but I don't want to
go among mad people,

"remarked Alice.

"Were all mad.

"I'm mad. You're mad.

"but how do you know I'm mad?
Said Alice.

You must be, said the Cat."

He is regressing.

If Spock relinquishes all logic,
hes lost.

Father.

I believe this is connected
to the Red Angel.

Spock saw it.

And the sen signals,
before they appeared to us.

You hid this from me.

I wanted to find him first.

I was trying to save his life.

Amanda, you are correct.

Spock needs help,

which is why you must deliver
him to Captain Leland.

I might be throwing him
to the wolves.

You want to deliver our son to
the people that are after him?

The sole reason they must be
after Spock is because his mind

contains answers the Federation
desperately needs.

Outside of this room,

than Section 31.

And what are they gonna do
when they're done with him?

Chuck him in jail
and throw away the key?

Not if he is innocent.

And there is another
logical reason

Michael must do this.

Your career
as a Starfleet officer

will be jeopardized once again

if you fail
to fulfill your duty.

In view of the nature
of philosophical questions.

And I am not prepared

to lose both of our
children on the same day.

The framework of this system,

Status report, Mr. Tyler.

Plasma levels at 30%,
shields down to 23.

Were circling closer
to the aperture.

So you got what you came for.

How's that?

Dire straits, high stakes.

Low probability of surfacing.

And the bonus of taking me down with you.

I am trying to get us
out of here.

Arguing with each other
isn't going to make it...

What is that?

Its our probe.

But somehow it got an upgrade.

N-C-I-A-9-3, do you read?

I'm Commander Michael Burnham,
and my passenger,

Lieutenant Spock, requires
immediate medical attention.

Alter course to 1-3-1-mark-7

and power down your thrusters.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7. 8-4-1-9-4-7.

I'm impressed

you found Spock before we did,

and that you used your
own mother to do it.

I would have enjoyed
manipulating mine like that.

If she'd lived a little longer.

Did you kill her?

Its a blur.

We've given Commander Spock

a sedative for this procedure.

Captain Leland, what is that?

It allows us to scan and repair
Spock's neural impulses.

Control wouldn't proceed

Give us the room, please.

That includes you.

I hope Spock is innocent.

If he isn't, my gut tells me
he may not have been himself.

I know how painful
this is for you.

You need answers.
So do we.

We will find them together.

Made that promise
to Ambassador Sarek,

and I'm making you
the same promise.

Thank you, Captain.

Your brother's psychological
makeup that may help us?

Hes brilliant, curious.

When he was little, he seemed
to have fewer filters.

Everything reached him.

My mother said he
had a condition

called Ltak Terai as a child.

I've heard the term.

Its a spatial and order
dysphagia.

Much like dyslexia.

Pretty common on Earth.

Not so much on Vulcan.

I received permission
from Admiral Cornwell

to extend your leave.

Section 1 doesn't allow
non-assigned personnel

to stay on board.

Id rather not
leave him alone, sir.

You won't be.

He'll get the best care
the Federation has to offer.

Both need him
to get better, Burnham.

Look, we're less than four hours
away from Starbase 23.

Spock will be with the doctors
until then, anyway.

Go ahead to the Starbase.

Get a bit of rest.

Listen, the best thing you can
do for your brother right now

is to take care of yourself.

He's gonna need you.

Spock, can you hear me?

Ltak Terai...

You must have been so lonely.

Knowing you, you made

something beautiful
out of those mirrored images.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

7-4-9...

1-4-8.

The numbers are backwards.

The numbers are backwards.

Sir, I found something.

Residual traces of three
deuterium plasma burns.

I think its the captain.

Well, why burn off valuable fuel

if you are being
pulled into a rift?

Its an old trick they taught us
in flight school

to alert search parties.

Figured it's something a
former test pilot would do.

Well done, Mr. Rhys.

Send those positions
to Commander Stamets.

I'm calculating
the shuttles trajectory.

Not in three-dimensional space,

but using
corresponding coordinates

within the mycelial network.

Well, my fourth-dimensional
math must be off.

This looks like
you just sprayed the monitor

with grated Parmesan.

This plasma burn looks
like it happened a week ago,

this one yesterday,
and the third one...

Eight minutes from now.
No, your math is spot-on.

Nonlinear temporal progression
is a mind bender.

Oh. That's not good.

Well, why would it do that?

Wel the currents in there
work like water

swirling down a drain.

The temporal distortions

make spatial oritation
meaningless to the human brain.

Unless...

you have Tardigrade DNA.

Come on, Tilly.

Engaging external shielding.

It's trying to find a way in.

Some of the metals in this thing

don't even register
on the periodic chart.

And atomic codec measurements
indicate the probes core

has aged... 500 years.

So, what, it-it traveled
500 years in the future,

someone messed with it
and sent it back to us?

Yeah. But why?

Tyler!

No!

Hold still.

Where are we going?
To the transporter room.

I need to be on that shuttle.

I can fly them out. Move!

Sorry, just calculating
transporter coordinates

from here onto a moving shuttle
inside of a temporal distortion?

It doesn't look distorted to
me, Tilly. Its just anomalous.

But if your calculations are off

by even a action,
you will end up...
Very dead,

which is why you'll be running
the transporter on my mark.

Oh, man, I knew
you we gonna say that.

No, w-wait, can-can
we just stop for a second

and think about this?

What if we send
the PADD over first

and see if it...
We don't have time.

In one minute,
the shuttle will leave

the triangulation zone
and well never

be le to find it again.
Right, but, no...

There must be another...
Tilly.

Trust the math.

More importantly,
trust yourself.

I wouldn't trust anyone
beam me in and out of time.

Okay.

Captain.

Excuse me.
Stamets?

Admittedly confusing, but

don't worry, I'm gonna
get us out of here

by using the network
as a road map.

Mm. Oh.

Did it work?
Is Commander Stamets all right?

I've got the shuttle.
Its exiting the anomaly.

On screen.

What... is that?

Discovery, this is Stamets.

Wve picked up a hitchhiker;
its a probe

but with a few modifications.

and in addition
to it trying to kill us,

its accessing our
ships data core.

Yellow art. We have your,
uh, shuttle screens

mirrored here, sir... whoa.

The probe is searching
our computers

at incredible speeds;
I will attempt to lock it out.

We'll try on our end.

Grab the Fahrenheit tools.

Rhys, can you target the probe

without destroying the shuttle?

Not with your shields so low.

Can we beam them out?

They're too near the rift to get

a lock, sir.

Hold on, l move us closer to Discovery.

Plasma's gone. Were in drift.

Its pulling us back into the rift.

I've disabled the cameras

for 60 seconds,
so listen closely.

Your instincts are
correct, Michael.

That machine is a
memory extractor.

It will destroy
your brothers mind.

Why should I believe you?

Land is just a puppet
following orders.

And I didn't think you'd want

your brothers
blood on your hands.

So you're telling me this out
of the goodness of your heart?

No, the goodness of yours.

I know so much more about
you than you can imagine.

But that's for another time.

Right now,
you're going to attack me,

then rescue Spock,
which is good for you.

And that will make
Leland look bad,

which is good for me.

Ten seconds, Michael.

So, what will it...?

Trying to make it look good.

Not bad.

Once more, with feeling.

Captain Pike, we cannot get
a transporter lock

for you on our end,
and we will lose you

to the rift in 34 seconds.

Commander, can you calculate

the transporter coordinates for
Discovery remotely?

Uh... probably?

Great. Saru, I'm blowing
up the shuttle manually.

Engaging self-destruct sequence.

Better hurry with those
calculations, Mr. Stamets.

Sending transport coordinates now.

Coordinates received.
Standing by to transport.

Self-destruct activated.

- Owo! Beam us out.
- Owo, beam us out!

Now, now, now, now,
now, now, now!

Commander Airiam, are they safe?

Commander Airiam, are they safe?

Commander Airiam?

They are securely on board.

Attention, all personnel.

Security breach
in main shuttle bay.

Security breach
to the shuttle bay.

Standard detainment protocols
remain in...

Thank you, Mr. Saru.

Thank you, everyone, for, uh...

well, our lives.

Don't thank us yet, sir.

It's about to hit us
with a... time tsunami.

That ones not as
cool as it sounds.

Dmer, maximum warp.
Get us out of here.

Aye, sir.

Its good to be back
in the chair.

You should probably get that
checked out.

On QonoS we wouldn't even
bother to bandage it.

You know...

if it wasn't for you,

that thing would've
sliced me in two.

Just... instinct.

No, its more than that,

and I am grateful.

And, Mr. Tyler,

you may have been right
about why I, uh...

why I gave myself the mission.

Your plasma burn was
the right call, sir.

Like you said,
you were the most qualified.

Mr. Saru, have you analyzed

the probes attack
on our systems?

Well, analyzing, sir.

It will take us time to discover
what it was looking for.

That probe came from the future
and tried to kill us.

The Red Angel comes
from the future.

Captain, are you suggesting
it may share

the probes hostile intent?

Mr. Tyler has broached
that possibility before,

d today I think
he might have a point.

Whether the Red Angel is
here to end something

or start something,
one things for sure.

We're the middle
of a fight for the future.

Always, Mr. Tyler.

We are always in a fight
for the future.

You let her go.

Where is she taking Spock?

They're family.
Maybe they're going

on a picnic.

Georgiou...

do not overestimate
your value here.

Or do you think
you're fooling, Leland?

You need me... to heep Burnham
from finding out the truth.

The truth?

You're responsible for
the death of her parents.

Mind your manners.

You're no longer
calling the shots.

Sector's 0-1-4 and 0-1-5
report all clear.

Sensors are picking elevated
EM interference in 0-1-6.

Clear, 0-1-6. Lets move on.

Acknowledged.

Section 31 ships
beyond sensor range

8-4-1-9-4-7.

Spock, can you hear me?

8-4-1-9-4-7.

8-4-1-9-4-7.

9-4-7.

Computer, search
database for matches

with the following numbers:

7-4-9-1-4-8, in that order.

Working.

Give me everything you have.

"Either the well was very deep,

"or she fell very slowly.

For she had plenty of time
as she went down..."

Working... working...

"I wonder what was going
to happen next."

What are you trying to say?

Talk to me.

Database match found.

One planetary system,
located at 7-4-9-mark-1-4-8.

Identification: Talos Four.

They were coordinates.

Computer, set course
for Talos Four.

Maximum warp.

Where are you taking us, Spock?