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Previously

on Star Trek: Discovery...

GEORGIOU:

So we're going

to the Ninth Circle of Hell

to capture a Red Angel.

Michael, the Red

Angel, it's you.

Your parents were killed

because of me.

My father was

a xenoanthropologist,

my mother was

an astrophysicist.

They wouldn't have been involved

in Section 31.

I was careless. I should have

done more to protect your...

(both grunt)

Every moment you work

for Section 31,

you're announcing who you are.

I don't always agree

with their tactics,

but I do believe

in their mission.

The A.I. that infected Control,

we have to assume

that it could reemerge

at any time.

(grunts)

BURNHAM: Captain, if we're going

to capture the Red Angel,

I have to be the bait.

Shutting down life support.

(gasps)

Now!

Mom?

GABRIELLE:

X-ray analysis

and GRB emission confirm

the supernova's imminent.

Now harnessing the energy for

time crystal test nine beta.

Charge is at 70% and rising.

With any luck, we should be able

to make our first jump

very soon.

YOUNG BURNHAM:

Mom, dinner!

Did you know a star

goes supernova

every second in the universe?

And it releases more energy

in a few seconds

than our sun will

in ten billion years?

I didn't.

Will Alpha Lupi

go supernova soon?

Three days feels like forever.

The universe has its

own way of telling time,

baby girl.

You were almost late

for dinner.

Oh, we'll forgive her.

GABRIELLE:

Very generous.

Is the crystal stable?

How'd your calculations

turn out?

I'll have more than enough

energy for initial trials.

MIKE: Then we should celebrate.

GABRIELLE: Yes, we should.

MIKE:

Michael's so fascinated

by the supernova.

(laughs softly)

Peas in a pod.

I'm done for, by

the time she's 12.

GABRIELLE:

You and me both.

Come to the table, baby.

Uh, Mom?

There's a new light

in the sky.

It's probably just

a meteor, honey.

But it looks like it's landing.

(whirring)

Go, go, go!

Hide Michael, and

secure the lab!

I'll buy us some time! Go!

Dad!

(weapon whirring)

I need you to be brave.

Stay in here,

don't make a sound.

It's gonna be okay.

Mommy?

I love you, baby girl.

(gasps)

Hey, hey. You're okay.

You're safe.

(grunts)

Welcome back, Commander.

You were dead from toxic

asphyxiation for over a minute,

and you received a high dose

of tachyon radiation.

That'll give anyone a headache.

How long was I out?

Five hours.

The Red Angel.

I thought I saw my...

It was me,

though, right?

The bio-neural signature...

CULBER:

There are, um,

significant

biological similarities

between, uh,

mothers and daughters.

Particularly

the mitochondrial DNA.

What?

That was real?

GEORGIOU:

Yes, Michael.

It's your mother.

No.

No, she died.

She died.

She-she died.

I heard...

And Leland, he...

(crying):

She...

Where? I mean, where-where is...

She's being cared for

down on Essof IV.

(inhales sharply)

CULBER:

Easy, easy.

It's not safe for you

to beam down.

Not until the effects of

radiation poisoning dissipate.

I... I can't sit here.

Your mom's unconscious

but safe within

the containment field.

(panting):

Okay. How is this possible?

You must have

a million questions.

How could she survive?

Is my dad alive, too?

I'm asking you

to be patient, Michael.

BURNHAM:

My mom has been dead

since I was ten,

you're telling me

she's actually alive.

How can you expect me

to be patient?

You woke...

sooner than expected.

What did you find?

And I see

you are yourself again.

Commander Stamets

finished

scanning

the Angel's exoskeleton.

It contains a data module

with hundreds of mission logs,

which Ensign Tilly

was able to download.

I believe these will be

of interest.

How many entries?

841.

You're the one to assess.

See if you can

find any answers

while we wait

for your mother to wake up.

The room is sealed.

No one will hear you.

You're Control.

I am,

in holographic form,

indistinguishable

from any biological entity

I might choose to represent.

And how long do you think

that will last?

They figured out

Admiral Patar wasn't real.

There are 7,000 active ships

in Starfleet,

all reliant

on the chain of command.

That chain is

unquestioned, unbroken,

unseen.

Every instruction,

passed down through channels.

In time,

even those who would not

follow my agenda

knowingly... will.

What am I doing here?

When I eliminated Admiral Patar,

it was easier

to simulate a Vulcan.

Airiam's augmentation

allowed me a similar facade.

But flesh is a different matter.

There is an element of human

nuance I have not yet mastered.

I require

a face and a body

that will allow me

more freedom to operate.

Your face. Your self.

Never.

I am my own man.

A man who has demonstrated

with his every action

a willingness to operate

from several different truths

simultaneously.

It has allowed you to make

questionable moral decisions

while avoiding the destructive

power of human guilt.

You believe in the ends

more than the means.

That pattern of behavior

is useful to me.

Struggle... is pointless.

You won't win.

You joined Section 31

to keep a brutish universe

on its knees, Captain.

To maintain order

by any means necessary.

Your evolution--

our evolution--

is not a desecration

of that oath

but its very fulfillment.

(high-pitched whirring)

(screaming)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(original Star Trek theme

plays)

(alarm blaring over recording)

(Klingons yelling in Klingon)

YOUNG BURNHAM:

Mommy.

GABRIELLE:

We'll be okay,

I know what to do.

I can get us out of here

before they even arrive.

I'm jumping back just an hour.

Three, two, one!

(growling)

(panting)

GABRIELLE:

950 years?

(whimpering)

Where the hell am I?

(beeping)

GABRIELLE:

Mission log 009.

Mike, Michael, I keep trying

to get back to you,

but I can never manage to stay.

Mission log 027...

Mission log 039...

Mission log 042.

No matter how many times

I go back in time,

I can't stay anywhere

permanently.

The anchor keeps pulling me

back, 950 years away from you.

There are no signs

of life anywhere.

Antimatter detonation

across the galaxy

indicates Control

wiped everything out.

Vulcan, Andoria, Tellar Prime,

Deneva, Earth.

This is Earth.

As far as I scan, everywhere.

I'm alone.

(beeping)

Captain, I'm registering

gravimetric instability

in the planetoid.

Normal or abnormal occurrence?

Uh, definitely abnormal.

It is centered directly

on our research facility.

Mr. Saru, can you pinpoint

a possible cause?

I believe, Captain,

this is a classic example

of Newton's third law of motion.

How every action has

an equal and opposite reaction.

Sorry, it's just my

second favorite law

of physics.

Uh, my first is, uh...

We know that

both Dr. Burnham

and her suit are tethered

to a point in the future.

Our containment field

is holding her in the present.

The tighter we hold,

the stronger time pulls back.

In other words, we're playing

tug-of-war with the universe.

Eventually,

we will lose.

We have a gravitational problem

on Essof IV.

I need power...

Already on it, Commander.

Divert all nonessential ship's

power to the surface.

Give Commander Stamets

whatever he needs.

Yes, Captain.

How long before

the universe wins?

Perhaps... an hour.

Two at the most.

Commander, get down there

and see what

you can do.

Lieutenant Bryce,

tell Dr. Culber

we're running out of time,

we need to wake up our patient.

RHYS:

Aye, Captain.

I need to talk to her

before we lose the chance.

Our mission parameters

have changed.

We set the trap assuming

Michael Burnham

was the Red Angel.

That turn of events

has altered our agenda.

How?

I saw Dr. Gabrielle Burnham's

corpse

on Doctari Alpha

with my own eyes.

What, you're saying this woman

isn't Gabrielle Burnham?

I'm saying the woman

I saw is dead.

We have no credible way

of knowing

who or what or what that woman

down there really is.

A clone, some

sort of unknown

genetic replica...

Maybe you simply

don't like

the fact

that Admiral Cornwell

placed her entirely

under Discovery's purview.

I don't need to remind you

that, if Control downloads

the Sphere data embedded

in that ship's computer,

it will achieve consciousness,

and that is how this all starts.

What if she was sent

to take the data

back to Control?

Or she came here to stop

Control from ever getting it.

I know you both have feelings

for Michael Burnham.

But we cannot afford to confuse

what you believe

her motivations are

with whomever that is

lying there.

If she is a Trojan horse...

Discovery's defenses would

prove woefully inadequate.

I have faith

in Discovery's crew.

Faith is not a strategy.

I understand this seems

like betrayal,

but we are the ones who need

to be holding that data.

I have created

a secure area

within our

data storage.

The Control module

will never

be able to access it.

Get me that data, Tyler.

If Captain Pike

won't protect it...

then we must.

You want me to commit espionage

against another Starfleet ship?

That is the job we have chosen.

If your connection to Michael

is giving you pause,

I'll remind you that she is

being protected, too.

She is more vulnerable

than anyone.

Would you rather see

all sentient life

in the galaxy destroyed

because we failed to act?

You're quite resolute today.

The times call for it.

I built myself a home base

on a class M planet

50,000 light-years away.

Wherever I jump,

the suit will always return me.

Right back here.

No preexisting technology,

so Control can't find me here.

I'm safe for now.

But Einstein couldn't

have been more right.

Time's motion depends

on the observer.

On the action.

The people I was able

to move from Earth

to Terralysium,

as they call my planet,

are thriving.

Their survival means

that time is fluid.

The future can be changed.

Maybe the past as well.

I have to believe

I'll see you again,

my sweet daughter.

Mission log 799.

No matter what I do,

I can't stop Control

from getting the Sphere data.

I've even tried

destroying the Sphere.

But it's impossible.

I taught my child

never to despair.

(voice breaking):

But if I can't change

this one thing...

(exhales)

The only thing

I can think of now...

is to...

undo its gravitational binding.

And put the Sphere

in Discovery's path.

In the hopes

that they'll find a way

to keep the data safe.

The Sphere data came to us

because of you.

(door chimes)

Come in.

I trust the mission logs

have proven valuable.

And perhaps difficult.

Did you need something?

Dr. Culber's about

to report from the surface.

I believe your mother

is regaining consciousness.

TILLY:

Commander Stamets

reporting gravimetrics...

To be continued, Ensign.

Mr. Bryce.

Put Dr. Culber

on-screen, please.

Aye, Captain.

Did you manage

to wake her up?

Yes. Dr. Burnham has regained

consciousness.

Tachyon radiation levels

are beginning to normalize.

She's asking

to speak to you, sir.

We'll be right down.

I'm sorry, Commander.

Dr. Burnham is asking

to speak with the captain.

And only the captain.

She's my mother.

I'm sorry,

I'm just the messenger.

There are so

many questions

that need to be answered

right now.

Whatever her reasons are

for not wanting to see me,

I should be the one asking.

I understand

your position.

But I think we need to follow

Dr. Burnham's lead here.

I must agree

with the captain.

I'm not asserting

my rights as a daughter.

That would be childish.

I am the one who

knows her best.

But there may be other

variables to consider.

I mean, she's

experienced something

that no one else

in history ever has.

Look.

I've been reinstated

for all of five minutes,

and I did it because I

wanted to help, but...

you have to consider

the fact that the person

your mother was before she

stepped into that time suit...

may not be who she is now.

Who better to

gauge that than me?

I understand

your desire to see her,

but for now

we do this her way.

We need to establish trust if

we're going to get any answers.

Please.

You're staying

on board, Commander.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to watch

from the feed.

Sir, you won't be able to enter

the containment field,

but you can

go right up to it.

(heavy rumble)

It's taking more

and more energy to hold

Dr. Burnham

and the suit in place.

Sooner or later,

probably sooner,

our reserves will run out.

And she'll be pulled

into the future again.

Then I'd better talk fast.

Dr. Burnham.

I'm Captain...

Captain Christopher Pike.

USS Enterprise.

In temporary command

of Discovery.

But soon you'll return

to your ship.

I could say more

about your future,

but you won't like it.

Well, we're,

uh, not here to talk about me.

GABRIELLE:

Then let's talk about the fact

that I came here

to save my daughter,

and you deceived me.

PIKE:

Michael risked her life

to bring you here.

We understand the threat

to sentient life.

You understand nothing.

As long as there's

any possibility

of Control gaining access

to the Sphere data,

everything will die.

Always.

I put that Sphere

in Discovery's path

so you could

protect the data,

but even that

didn't work.

You have to let me keep trying.

PIKE:

Then let us help you

finish the mission.

Tell us what the signals mean.

I don't know about any signals.

PIKE:

In the sky?

Uh, seven simultaneously,

and then each one led us...

I said I know nothing

about them.

You want to help?

Delete the Sphere archive.

Without that data, the

A.I. cannot evolve.

We're protecting it.

Don't you understand?

Time is a living thing.

It has gravity and will

and it's pulling

the A.I. closer.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

And you believe

that deleting the archive...

will stop the A.I.

from evolving?

Yes.

But if you miss something,

I'll have no choice

but to try again

and again and again.

You have to release me.

I can't do that.

I'm sorry,

Doctor.

You're a ghost to me,

Captain Pike,

one of hundreds

of trillions that fill

a galactic graveyard.

So...

until you're willing

to do what I say,

exactly as I say,

this conversation is over.

SARU:

Deleting the Sphere archive

is tantamount to burning

the Library of Alexandria.

Or the Bibliotheca Corviniana.

This knowledge is invaluable.

Protecting it,

safeguarding it,

is a central tenant

of the Federation

and our sworn duty

as Starfleet officers.

Unless that knowledge poses

a clear and present danger

to all sentient life.

From a security perspective,

I have to ask,

what if Dr. Burnham,

your mother, has an agenda

we're not aware of?

BURNHAM:

The one thing that I witnessed

about my mother, over and over,

was her relentless

pursuit of facts.

So if she believes

that deleting the archive

will defeat the A.I., I have

no doubt that she's right.

I agree with Burnham.

Deleting the archive

is our best option.

I will proceed.

(error alert beeps)

What's happening?

(error alerts continue)

I do not know, Captain,

the system is not responding

as it should.

The data memory core is

partitioning itself.

Reconfiguring its

security directives

into a new

language matrix.

How can it do that?

The intelligence is a remnant

of the Sphere itself.

When we first

encountered the Sphere,

its data was

determined to survive.

And it still is.

The archive is

building firewalls

around itself

using xeno-encryption

taken from its own

historical language database.

Can you work around it?

He wouldn't be able to.

He needs a linguistic key.

The encryption is based on a

language from a civilization

that hasn't existed

for a thousand centuries.

It seems, Captain,

the archive will not allow

itself to be destroyed.

Keep trying, Mr. Saru.

We cannot allow

that data to survive.

(door whooshes shut)

Mission log 271.

Spock can understand me.

I jumped back into his childhood

and warned him about Michael

dying in the forest.

I haven't been able

to communicate with anyone else.

(fast-forwarding)

Spock's Vulcan logic training

in human emotions

seem to give him

the psychological balance

to comprehend my existence.

And his dyslexia

allows him to process

the effects

of atemporal dysplasia.

(chuckles)

In all of time...

Spock may be the only person

who can help me.

L'tak terai.

(sighs)

Dyslexia.

I spent my entire childhood

attempting to conceal

my human failings

from those around me.

It was never a failing.

It was precisely

what allows you

to process those visions

of the future.

You helped Discovery chart

a new course.

One that brought

my mother back to me.

One that may very well

enable us to save the future.

I was wrong to judge you...

as unfit to process

your own emotions.

It was...

Petty.

Unmerited.

I can only imagine

what you must be feeling.

I need to see my mother, Spock.

You have questions,

beyond the scope of our

mission, that deserve answers.

Let us speak to the captain.

Together.

The Red Angel is awake.

It's only a matter of time

before she-- it, whatever

it is-- tries to take that data.

You are the only one

standing between survival

and obliteration.

Is that in any way vague?

When they tried to delete

the Sphere data,

it protected itself.

This is more complicated

than I thought.

I find that hard to believe.

Find it however you want.

I'm not going to do this.

It doesn't feel right to me.

Is that in any way vague?

No. You made the right call.

Stay on that ship

and keep me in the loop.

Good work, Mr. Tyler.

(comm chirps off)

Because of how little time

we have, I'm obligated

to let you try this.

Either she knows more about the

signals than she understands,

or her lack of knowledge

suggests they may have been

created by the

A.I. itself,

maybe to mislead

or confuse us.

Or there is a third variable

we have yet to realize.

Which makes this conversation

all the more pressing.

"Time is out of joint.

O cursed spite, that I was

born to set it right."

Hamlet.

Hell yeah.

Energize.

No.

No.

This is like a dream.

Did you delete

the archive?

Did you destroy it?

We couldn't.

But we're finding

a solution.

I knew it.

This is why I told

him to let me go.

Hey, hey.

(mutters)

Please.

It's been 20 years.

Talk to me.

Is Dad...?

Stop.

People think time

is fragile.

Precious. Beautiful.

Sand in an

hourglass, all that.

But it's not.

Time is savage.

It always wins.

So this... is meaningless.

No, this matters.

You and me, here.

Now matters.

(loud rumbling)

I know you're

asking yourself

how, after,

after all these years

of wishing for a mother,

you could, you could

give her up,

now that she's

finally reappeared?

How could I?

Easy.

Neither of us has a choice.

So you want to have

this conversation one day,

the right way?

Get me out of here.

I need to try again

to alter the timeline.

You reached out to Dad and me

through space and time.

You never gave up on us.

Why are you giving up on me now?

Haven't you learned anything

from those failures?

My God!

The stubbornness!

Where do you think

I got it from, Mom?

It's what kept you going

when you thought

you were all alone

in the universe.

You were going to get back

to your family.

To me.

I am standing right here.

Right now.

I don't know what

you've been telling yourself

all these years, but I let you

go a long time ago.

I had to.

I've seen you die

a hundred times.

And I'll see you die

a hundred more.

That is my life and my prison.

I can't hope anymore.

I don't believe you.

There's only

the bigger picture now.

Nothing else.

BURNHAM:

How much longer until

the containment field fails?

43 minutes. We've increased

power to the field,

but the gravitational pull

on Dr. Burnham and the suit

is also increasing.

We could give you guys

more power.

Would that make a difference?

I'm channeling my inner Isaac

Newton, and I'm sorry to say,

it wouldn't, equal and opposite

reactions being what they are.

SPOCK:

Dr. Burnham has been focused

on trying to destroy the Sphere.

Perhaps there is a reason

she has thus far failed.

You think we're going about this

the wrong way?

Fourth century Earth philosopher

Lao Tze said,

"Water is the softest thing,

yet it can penetrate mountains."

An illustrative truth.

What appears immutable

is not: a mountain,

the Sphere, time.

In this case,

I wonder if time itself

may provide the answer.

Instead of fighting time,

we go with it.

Stop trying

to destroy the Sphere,

and merge it right

into the river of time itself.

You mean send it

so far into the future

it can't do us any harm?

I collected sensor data

from Dr. Burnham

when she first arrived.

The Red Angel

suit has

almost limitless quantum

computational power.

Literally infinite storage.

Meaning...

you can transfer the Sphere

archive into the suit,

program a destination beyond

Dr. Burnham's anchor point

and let the wormhole

take it forever?

Perpetual infinity.

Control will never get the

data in order to evolve.

But my mother is connected to

the future, just like the suit.

What happens to her?

To sever your mother

from her space-time requires

the energy equivalent of...

a supernova.

But we do have

another...

massive source of exotic energy.

The dark matter particles.

We may be able

to modify a transporter enhancer

with dark matter.

Yes, to pierce

the timestream long enough

to lock on Dr. Burnham and

beam her into our space-time.

Permanently.

I like science.

They would send the suit

into the future

and allow Dr. Burnham to remain.

We cannot allow that.

Dr. Burnham.

You're truly threatened by her.

And why aren't you?

You've always held

a superior note

because you exist in

two different universes.

This woman exists

across time.

She's seen how you've

lived, how you'll die.

She... is the

definition of power

you once were.

Get to the point.

Shoot all of that data into

the future in hopes that

nothing will find it

poses an unacceptable risk

to the larger mission.

Mm. Interesting turn of phrase.

A mission you should

understand in your bones.

You want her gone.

Yes, and so do you.

There is nothing she

hasn't witnessed.

There is nothing

she does not have,

including Burnham's devotion.

She has supplanted

you, Commander,

and she will supplant you

in every incarnation.

And Tyler?

He has limits.

You do not.

Let me guess.

If I place this

near the Angel suit,

we can steal Discovery's

data transfer

without their knowledge.

And once the download

is complete,

this amplifier

will self-destruct,

destroying the time suit

and Dr. Burnham.

As a Terran...

you should be able

to see the logic.

And if she is

who she claims to be...

Then you are still

only the second most powerful

woman in the universe.

Is that who you want to be?

Contact me

once you've placed the device,

so I can begin the upload.

♪ ♪

(beeping)

What are you doing, Christopher?

Michael, what are they planning?

They're transferring

the Sphere data to your suit.

Which they will then send

into the future.

(click, low whir)

They think that's the way

to protect us all.

Are you here to kill me,

Philippa?

Would I tell you

if that were the case?

No.

I just want to talk

to you privately

and see up close

the woman Michael has mourned

for 20 years.

I've seen you sacrifice

yourself for her,

surrendering your own life

without a moment's hesitation.

I thank you for that.

You have obviously

confused me

with my sentimental

prime-universe counterpart.

I'm Terran.

Self-sacrifice is not our way.

I know exactly who you are

and what you're capable of.

I doubt I would sacrifice

my life to save the galaxy.

You'd be surprised

what you'd do for

the people you love.

Quite the feat

of engineering:

simple,

elegant,

yet incredibly

powerful.

The suit is DNA-strand encoded.

It won't operate

for just anyone,

in case you were thinking

of taking it for a spin.

I get my thrills

in other ways.

But time travel must be

an elixir of

some kind.

Intoxicating enough

to make one forget

about domestic matters.

A child, perhaps?

(whirring)

Your mother

didn't teach you how to look

but not touch, I see.

My mother taught me

many different things

in our universe.

Above all,

she taught me to survive.

(low whirring)

MAN:

We're at five percent.

Six percent.

Seven percent.

Is that...?

Sphere data. Yes.

Monitor it for me.

We leave orbit the

moment it's complete.

So we've met.

Most people say "I'm

pleased we've met."

Most people are predictable.

Philippa, I want your

word on something,

mother to mother.

I rarely make promises.

That's why I'm asking you.

You love her.

Promise me

you'll take care of her.

Perhaps you'll find a way

to look after her yourself.

Not as long as the A.I. exists.

It considers me

an unacceptable risk

to the larger mission.

LELAND:

It poses

an unacceptable risk

to the larger mission.

(whirring)

I wondered why

we lost our feed.

Technology can be

so unreliable.

Have fun with...

whatever that is.

GABRIELLE:

When were you planning

to tell me you were

downloading the Sphere data

into my suit?

It's a radical idea,

I know, but...

It's a brilliant plan.

I'll be able to safeguard

the archive in perpetuity now.

No, Mom.

You won't have

to give up your life.

We modified

the transporters

to beam you permanently

into the present.

We'll send the suit

into a future

where Control

can never reach you.

No.

If your plan fails,

Control wins.

There'll be no one there

to stop it.

We can't take that risk.

This will not fail.

I need you

to hear me:

I am not losing you again.

(sighs)

Why are you contacting me

on a secure channel?

GEORGIOU:

How much data has been

transferred to our ship?

22%.

This is about Leland, isn't it?

What I'm about to tell you

is the first real test

of our relationship, Mr. Tyler.

Betray me,

and I'll live long enough

to hunt you down

and kill you slowly. Understood?

I've been killed

before, Georgiou.

You're just telling me I'll have

time to enjoy the scenery.

STAMETS:

I've retrofitted these pattern

enhancers with dark matter.

That should provide enough

energy to beam Dr. Burnham

out of her native

space-time into ours.

But we only have

enough power

for one attempt.

So, theoretically,

this should work.

It will work.

Then we shut off

the containment field

and let the suit

take the data away forever.

Time's not on our side, Michael.

Mom, whether you like it or not,

I'm gonna save you from this.

Mostly I'm gonna save you

from yourself.

(sighs)

I remember the white dress

you wore the day you graduated.

How could you know?

I watched you

when you first beamed

aboard the Shenzhou

with Sarek.

When you finally learned

the Vulcan salute

from Spock as a child.

When you were alone and crying

because all the other Vulcan

children had rejected you.

I was there when you

read Alice in Wonderland

out loud to yourself

on your 11th birthday,

pretending to read

it to your father

and to me.

I heard you, baby. I heard you.

And when that creature

came for you on Vulcan,

I was there.

I have been there through all

those moments and so many more.

Seeing you gave me

strength and resolve.

Seeing you reminded me

of what I was fighting to save.

I have been fighting

for you, Michael.

To get back here to you.

But I can't come home now,

honey.

(crying):

Not yet.

Not until this thing

is gone forever.

(crying softly)

(laughs)

Oh, Mom...

TYLER:

You did it.

The data transfer's stopped.

GEORGIOU:

Good.

Now go find out what Leland does

in the dark.

Say please.

(groans)

(grunts)

(gasping)

You won't win.

Leland said the same thing.

(console beeping)

(grunts)

Commander Stamets is ready, sir.

Prepare to transport...

BRYCE:

Captain.

Priority message

from the Section 31 ship.

On-screen.

(panting)

Leland.

It's too late.

I can beam them now, Captain.

They're Dr. Burnham's

only defense.

Captain, we have a problem.

It'll have to wait.

Dr. Culber, Dr. Pollard,

stand by for incoming wounded.

Sorry, Captain,

this cannot wait.

The Section 31 ship

is diverting our data transfer.

How much Sphere data

have they downloaded?

37% thus far.

Captain, gravity is

fluctuating wildly.

The field can't

hold much longer.

He's taking the Sphere data.

Drop the containment field.

I'll go back and stop him.

BURNHAM:

We're not going to do that.

No!

BURNHAM:

Mom,

stay down.

Michael!

Come on, I got you,

I got you.

Come on, over-- come here.

Captain, we cannot stop

the data transfer.

How much data

has he downloaded now?

45%. 46.

The transfer speed

is increasing.

(both grunting)

Can we still pull my mom

into our timestream?

He destroyed the

control station.

You need to destroy

the containment field.

Without the suit,

he cannot take the data.

If we do that,

you get yanked back.

And then you don't have

a suit to navigate

the timestream.

STAMETS:

He'll kill her, Michael.

At least this way

she would have a chance.

SPOCK:

The transfer's being controlled

by something

within the facility.

PIKE:

Come up with another solution.

We haven't come this far

to lose everything now.

(grunting)

If we each shoot

one of the discs,

the power disruption

will release

the containment field.

You have to let me go, Michael.

It's the only way each of

us has a chance to survive.

I'll find you, Mom.

It'll be okay.

I love you.

I love you, too, baby girl.

Ready.

Now.

(grunting)

(gasps)

(Georgiou grunting)

Burnham to Discovery.

Four to beam up.

Then blow this place to hell.

Landing party

on board, Captain.

Fire torpedoes.

Aye, sir. Firing torpedoes.

Direct hit, sir.

The Essof facility

has been destroyed.

Captain.

I detected a transporter signal

from the surface

to the Section 31 ship.

Damn it.

Lock on a pursuit course.

They've masked their

warp signature, sir.

There's no way to pursue.

Captain, I've picked up

a distress beacon

from an escape pod.

One life sign.

Identified as Ash Tyler.

When the timestorm passes,

I'll come back for you,

baby girl.

For you and your father.

I promise.

(door whooshes open)

Leland received 54%

of the Sphere data.

Significant,

but as the captain has stated,

we will continue the fight.

She was right.

What fight are we supposed

to be continuing, Spock?

Everything we try fails.

Now, with no suit...

no time crystal...

...it'll always be

one step ahead of us.

Respectfully,

Dr. Burnham was incorrect.

Now does matter.

What happened before

no longer exists.

What will happen next

has not yet been written.

We have only now.

That is our greatest advantage.

What we do now

here in this moment

has the power to

determine the future.

Instinct and logic together.

That is how we will defeat

Control in the battle to come.

We will find a way.

All of history can change

with our next move.

The board is yours, Michael.

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