Star Trek Discovery
Season 5 – Episode 9
Episode title: Lagrange Point
Release date: May 23, 2024
Plot: After Moll and the Breen capture a mysterious structure that contains the Progenitors’ power, Captain Burnham must lead a covert mission to retrieve it before the Breen figure out how to use it.
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[overlapping chatter]
My dearest T’Rina, it is… good to see you again.
And you, Saru.
I bring these as a gift from the planet Elpanah.
They believe them to be good luck for those with impending nuptials.
They are lovely. Thank you.
If I may, I cannot help but notice concern in your demeanor.
That and all of the activity… Is something amiss?
As you were already in transit from your diplomatic mission, it was deemed best to wait to tell you directly.
Discovery came into conflict with a Breen vessel.
Oh.
They have sustained damage, but no casualties.
Well, that is a relief.
That said,
the situation has become complex.
President Rillak has convened an emergency meeting.
She requires us both.
RILLAK: Primarch Ruhn is dead.
Moll killed him.
The news has spread faster than we anticipated.
Within a matter of hours, the remaining five
Primarchs have become aware.
They smell blood in the water.
I have just returned from planets
near the border of Breen space.
They are already on edge.
The potential ramifications of this development
could cause panic.
RILLAK: We’ll have to deal with that another day.
Right now, we have more immediate concerns.
Our intelligence indicates that one of the five
Primarchs, Tahal,
intends to take Ruhn’s soldiers for herself
in order to strengthen her bid for the throne of the Imperium.
She has mobilized her fleet to pursue his dreadnaught,
which is already on its way to the location
of the Progenitors’ technology.
That is where Discovery will travel as well,
once damage is repaired.
Yes.
RILLAK: Discovery needs to secure the technology
and jump away before Tahal gets there.
If she learns that we’re after the literal power of creation…
well, I think we all know she won’t let that one go.
Discovery barely escaped one dreadnaught.
Were they to face Tahal’s entire fleet…
Are we able to send reinforcements?
Admiral Vance is mobilizing every ship in the sector,
but most won’t make it in time.
Excuse me, Madam President.
Moll’s dreadnaught just exited a transwarp tunnel.
They’ve picked up time. They’ll be at the coordinates
of the Progenitors’ technology in 15 minutes.
Notify Discovery. They need to get moving now.
SARU [over comms]: I do wish I had better news, Captain.
And here I was, hoping you were calling to say hi.
SARU: I trust you will find a way to succeed, and I assure you
we will do all we can to prevent Tahal
and her fleet from joining the conflict.
I know you will, Saru. Thank you.
We’re almost done with repairs, and we’ll be on our way soon.
Good luck, Michael.
And, please, stay safe.
Damn right I will.
I got a wedding to go to when this is all over.
Hey, we need to go.
Moll and the Breen are almost at the coordinates.
Any other good news?
Primarch Tahal may be coming, too.
Okay.
Well, basic power and auxiliary systems
are back online.
Lights are a good sign. What about the other repairs?
Left nacelle’s fully functional,
right’s almost there. Shields are in progress.
What about the spore drive?
That’s a different story.
Okay, w-we can jump, but I just
can’t guarantee that we’ll land precisely where we intend to.
How “not precisely” are we talking?
Well, nav system was damaged during Ruhn’s attack,
and Book is helping.
Yeah, shouldn’t you be in sickbay?
Culber patched me up.
You know me, couldn’t just sit around relaxing, could I?
Um, we’ve improved the margin of error considerably,
but I would feel much more confident
in our landing accuracy
if we could have another hour and a half?
Not gonna happen, Commander.
No, we need to jump right now.
Do your best.
Coordinates are set, Captain.
BURNHAM: Thank you.
How’s it looking out there, Tilly?
Long-range scans are unclear… I’m not sure why…
but I can tell it’s in an area of gravitational turbulence,
so we’ll need to be careful.
Discovery, this is Captain Burnham.
Everyone to stations.
Prepare to jump, and expect a hard landing.
The Breen may already be on site, so eyes up.
Commander Jemison, get us cloaked.
Aye, Captain.
Okay, let’s jump.
[all grunting]
Red alert. Stamets, where are we?
Okay, I got us as close as I could
with the margin of error and the nav system damage.
What the hell’s happening to the viewscreen?
BURNHAM: Those are gravity distortions.
Well, we’ve landed in the accretion disk of a black hole,
Captain.
ASHA: At this distance,
I should be able to get us out.
Asha, we’re getting closer to the red zone.
It’s pulling us in. I don’t understand why.
Engineering, we’re gonna need more power.
STAMETS [over comms]: I’m working on it.
Open the plasma injectors,
keep them locked at full.
Got it.
And, uh, we should override the tolerance limiter.
Which relay?
Over there.
On the left?
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
STAMETS [over comms]: I’m giving you everything I have
unless you pull from the cloak.
BURNHAM: Rayner?
No, we can’t risk that.
Maintain cloaking.
Commander Asha, what is our status?
Gravitational pull’s
still too strong. It doesn’t make sense.
TILLY: No, it’s because it’s not
one black hole, it’s-it’s two black holes.
It’s a, it’s a binary system.
And they’re-they’re primordial black holes,
which is in… that’s interesting.
Tilly.
TILLY: Yeah, no. Yes. Uh…
If we can change our heading to 320 mark seven
and move closer to the other black hole,
we can use its gravity to pull us away.
That-that, plus our, uh, engines, that should be enough.
Good thinking, Lieutenant.
Do it, Asha.
Everyone hold on tight.
ZORA: Warning.
Significant gravitational shearing detected.
ASHA: The second black hole is coming into range.
Tilly…
TILLY: It’s gonna work. It’ll work.
ASHA: And we’re clear.
[sighs]
[exhales]
JEMISON: Hey.
Drinks on me tonight.
It’s “tonight” somewhere. Do we have to wait?
[laughs] Nice work, everybody.
Rhys, any sign of the dreadnaught?
No. Seems we beat them here.
RAYNER: Can’t be by much.
Asha, how far are we from target coordinates?
Approximately 60,000 kilometers, sir.
Set a course.
Aye, Captain.
Lieutenant Tilly, now that we’re more in range,
what can you tell us about the target?
Coordinates are in the
Lagrange point of the two black holes,
which means that the Progenitors’ tech
has been in gravitational equilibrium since…
I mean, the…
these black holes, they predate everything else
in the galaxy, so…
So since they put them there.
Can we get it onscreen?
That’s odd. Nothing’s registering on scans,
but if we filter out all the environmental debris,
seems like what we’re looking for is…
this.
There it is.
Any idea what’s inside of it?
TILLY: No. Spectral analysis
shows the structure is composed
of a duranium alloy, which is impenetrable to scans.
Sounds deliberate.
Yeah, if we were any further away,
we wouldn’t even know it was there,
but it’s, uh, it’s about the size of a small shuttle,
and it was made approximately 800 years ago.
So it was built at the same time the clue trail was laid.
The scientists must’ve constructed it
to hide the Progenitors’ technology.
Until the “worthy seeker” arrived.
RHYS: Power of creation.
Thought it’d be… bigger.
BURNHAM: The tech has to be in there.
We have to get it on board.
Captain, we have a warp signal incoming.
It’s Ruhn’s dreadnaught.
How long till they’re here?
Right now.
RHYS: Weapons ready if we need them.
LINUS: They’re taking the structure.
Asha.
I-I can’t get us there in time.
Can you stop the tractor beam from here?
We’d have to drop our cloak.
It doesn’t matter. Too late.
The Breen have it.
[sighs]
So, what… what do we do now?
We’re gonna find a way to get it back.
♪
♪
♪
[original Star Trek theme plays]
Okay, we know that Moll’s holding the structure
inside the Breen shuttle bay, and my guess is,
it won’t take her long to open it. So, Tilly?
Initial scans of the object show this.
It appears to be a small opening or access point.
If you compare it with the map of clues we gathered…
It’s a keyhole. And Moll has the key.
Yeah, but it’s not enough alone to gain access
to the Progenitors’ technology.
In the mindscape, I was told
that there would be another obstacle inside of it,
and I got information on how to beat it.
Moll doesn’t have that.
What information, exactly?
A phrase:
“Build the shape of the one between the many.”
That’s… cryptic.
I trust it’ll make sense when it needs to.
BOOK: We do have another advantage.
They think we’re dead, so that buys us time
if we can figure out how to get the structure back.
Well, that’s why we’re all here. Stamets, what are our options?
Um… limited. To get the structure,
we’ll need to beam it out, but we can’t do that
unless we take down the shields first.
And even then, locking onto it will be tricky.
We’d need to be in extremely close proximity.
We’d be destroyed before we got anywhere close
to the shuttle bay.
What about a transpo-lock?
W-We used them when I was in the E.D.F.,
Mars had a lot of interference.
Point being is, if we attach it to the structure,
we can, uh, lock on and beam out instantly
once we take down shields.
STAMETS: Yes.
Good, that’s good. [chuckles]
RAYNER: Problem is, we can’t
do any of that unless we can get ourselves on board
the dreadnaught.
Then that’s what we’ll have to do.
We’ll need two teams.
Our scan data from the run-in with the Breen
shows there’s a gap in the shield coverage
right at the exhaust port. That’s a weakness,
and that’s where we infiltrate.
We’ll fly a shuttle in, and we’ll beam aboard from there.
Alpha Team will go to the bridge.
Hack into systems and stand by to take down shields
for the rest of the ship,
while Bravo Team goes to the shuttle bay.
Once inside, they’ll find a way
to attach the transpo-lock onto the structure.
Then Alpha Team will drop shields,
and we’ll beam both teams and the structure
back to Discovery.
This is insane.
BURNHAM: Maybe,
but it could work.
And it is our only other option.
I agree.
BOOK: Okay,
um, using the exhaust ports is clever,
I’ll give you that, but…
Good, because you’re gonna pilot us in.
TILLY: Okay, even if we can get on board,
Breen programming code is base-duodeca
and hacking that is incredibly complex.
ADIRA: I-I can handle that.
I analyzed the code
behind the Breen shield-tunneling technology.
I-I-I know my way around it already.
Are you asking to go on this mission, Ensign?
Yes.
What?
I am.
STAMETS: No.
I-I can do the hacking.
Maybe not as quickly, but…
Speed will be crucial here.
What do you think?
I think they can do it.
BURNHAM: Then it’s settled.
You’ll be on Alpha Team,
and I’ll send Commander Rhys for security backup.
Book and I will be on Bravo Team.
And Rayner, you have the conn.
Tilly, I’ll ask that you serve as my acting first officer.
Yes, sir. Thank you very… Good.
BOOK: Okay, not to be a stickler for details, but,
once we’re on board,
how the hell do we plan to move around on a Breen-infested ship?
In plain sight.
Scans of soldiers from the Archive
will let us replicate Breen suits.
We’ll just need to add translation tech.
Breen culture is rigidly hierarchical,
so as long as we look the part
and don’t draw attention to ourselves,
we shouldn’t be challenged.
For the record…
it’s still insane.
We leave in ten.
[door whooshes open]
Take down the quarantine field.
Is there any way of knowing what’s inside?
Our scientists report that the metallic composition
make internal scans impossible.
Then we’ll just have to open it.
[electronic garble]
Your Scion will reward you for your service.
♪
[electronic garble]
[electronic garble]
MOLL: What the hell just happened? Where’d he go?
[electronic garble]
MOLL: In my language!
What are we looking at? What do you know?
Our soldier no longer registers on scans.
This appears to be an extra-dimensional gateway.
To where, we cannot yet say.
The Progenitors’ tech must be on the other side, then.
I would suggest you return to the bridge until our scientists
can determine if it is safe to enter.
[electronic garble]
Something I have to do first.
A portable pattern buffer?
Once we find the tech,
learning how to use it could take time.
This’ll preserve L’ak’s body until then.
[whispering]: I will bring you back.
[breathing deeply]
Not long ago, I was the one going into the unknown
on the Ten-C planet, and you were wishing me luck.
It’s my turn, I guess. [chuckles]
I’m proud of you.
Also nervous. Very nervous.
I… Look, I am gonna be fine,
and I will see you both on the other side.
[computer chimes] ZORA: Attention, please.
Ensign Tal to shuttle bay.
Okay. Here we go.
The away team is prepared for launch, Commander.
[claps] On your toes, everyone.
Mission’s up.
Is it just me or does he never sit in the captain’s chair?
Avoids it like the plague. We’ve all noticed.
JEMISON: Shuttle is leaving shuttle bay in three,
two, one.
BOOK: Getting close to our entry point.
Raising shields now.
Wait, we’re going in there while it’s firing?
It-It’ll be at least 3,000 degrees Kelvin in there.
But the heat will camouflage our transporter signals
so we can beam in undetected.
How long will shields hold at that temperature?
About 60 seconds.
And after that?
The shuttle burns to a crisp.
Glad I asked.
Our sensors indicate we’re entering the exhaust field.
BOOK: Okay, 60 seconds starts…
now!
SHUTTLE COMPUTER: Warning.
Thermal radiation is exceeding recommended levels.
55 seconds. 54. Are we in position?
Not yet.
The exhaust fields are
a bit more than I expected. Then again,
Then again, the last time I did
something like this was on my ship.
50 seconds.
Okay, you’re stressing me out here.
BURNHAM: Yeah, well, I thought you might
want to know how long before we’re deep-fried. 45 seconds.
We’re good. Ready to beam.
ADIRA: No! No, we’re not.
Our-our-our transportation radius is being limited…
Science later, problem now.
There are two Breen life signs
right where we have to beam in.
Why can’t we beam someplace else?
Science later, problem now. We just can’t.
SHUTTLE COMPUTER: Warning. Hull breach imminent in ten seconds.
You said we had more time.
Ensign Tal?
Eight, seven…
The life signs aren’t moving.
Six, five…
All right, we’ll figure it out.
Helmets on. Now, now, now.
Three, two, one.
[electronic garble]
Stay calm.
ADIRA [over comms]: What are they saying?
BURNHAM [over comms]: Give it a minute.
Our suit will start translating in real time.
I said justify yourselves.
Captain? BURNHAM: I’ve got it.
You pathetic achworm!
[electronic garble]
Well played.
Nobody likes a disgusted Scion.
Well, we all know what we’re here to do. Let’s get to it.
ALL: Aye, Captain.
I send this message
to the eminent Breen Primarch Tahal of the third flight.
This is President Laira Rillak
of the United Federation of Planets.
I request an immediate audience on a matter
of utmost urgency.
I await your reply.
Message was, once again, received.
Still no response.
Then she is choosing to ignore us.
Damn it. We need some way of stopping her fleet.
With its Pathway drive, the Mitchell could intercept.
We can’t risk escalating this further.
The sudden arrival of a Federation starship
could be perceived as an act of aggression.
What if it were not a starship,
but a relatively harmless shuttle?
One was outfitted for testing
at the start of the Pathway program.
A shuttle wouldn’t be remotely capable
of engaging her entire fleet.
Yet it could force the face-to-face dialogue
needed to slow her down,
or alter her course.
If the gesture is misunderstood, it could be a suicide mission.
If we wish to aid Discovery,
it is our best option.
GREER: Madam President,
if the effort were to fail,
we would need you here to negotiate with the Breen.
I’ll need to send a delegate who can speak on my behalf.
I will draw up a list of suitable candidates.
If I may,
uh, given my experience with both tactical
and diplomatic missions, as well as the fact that
it is my former ship at risk…
I would like to volunteer.
Begin preparations.
I’ll inform the admiral.
You’ll need to leave immediately.
BOOK: Disguises seem to be holding up so far.
BURNHAM: Mm-hmm.
[electronic garble]
BREEN SOLDIER: [electronic garble] joining the sarkaress…
He’s using words that aren’t in the database.
A sarkaress is a Breen feast day.
Okay. What do we say back?
[electronic garble] joining the sarkaress.
Of course we will join.
[electronic garble]
Thank you, xenoanthropology.
The gift that keeps on giving.
BOOK: You good?
BURNHAM: What makes you think I’m not?
BOOK: Cock of the head when I just asked you that. Dead giveaway.
Worried about the mission?
BURNHAM: No, it’s…
Come here.
There’s something I need to tell you.
Now is not an ideal time, but…
[sighs]
In the mindscape,
I had to look at some things about myself.
About us.
Why I let us drift apart.
Okay.
I felt like I failed.
And it was just easier to turn away.
I’ve been meaning to say that I’m sorry.
You deserved better.
I did the same thing. Same reason.
I’m sorry, too.
[footsteps approaching]
BURNHAM: Heads up. Looks like there’s about to be a shift change.
BURNHAM: We should go.
BOOK: Yeah.
Our scientists have been unable to determine
what’s inside the gateway.
They believe the only way to get reliable data
is to send someone inside with the proper equipment.
Choose your most trusted soldier.
Captain,
we’re on the bridge.
And Moll is here.
BURNHAM [over comms]: All right, find a console and get to work.
RHYS: There, that symbol on his arm,
he’s the lowest ranking soldier.
That’s our mark.
Everyone always picks on the ensign.
There’s a malfunction at your station.
You must vacate it while we fix it.
That’s an order.
[electronic garble]
RHYS: It’s all you.
Hey, you got this.
Captain, I’m at a console. Hacking into shield systems now.
BURNHAM: Good. We should be at shuttle bay in about five minutes.
Commander Rayner?
All set, Captain. Soon as shields drop,
we’ll get the structure and all of you out of there.
Commander Stamets is standing by to jump.
BURNHAM [over comms]: I’ll keep you posted. Burnham out.
All right,
let’s run through this again.
No surprises.
Lieutenant Linus, cloak status?
It remains at 100%.
Jemison, Naya, shields and scans?
Shields are nominal, Commander.
Still no evidence of any scans from the dreadnaught.
They don’t seem to know we’re here.
Good. Gallo, what about tactical?
All systems armed and ready.
Tilly, what’s the latest on Tahal?
TILLY: Mr. Saru says she and her fleet are less than two hours away.
Hopefully, we’ll be long gone
with the Progenitors’ technology by then.
We’d better be.
Excuse me, sir, um,
respectfully, the pacing,
you’re making everybody nervous.
You can sit in the captain’s chair, you know.
If I felt like it, I would.
Captain Burnham, she trusts you to lead us.
We all do, and it’s bit of a road
to get there, but we really, um, we really do.
You know why I asked you serve
as my Number One today, Lieutenant?
No, sir. Actually, I don’t.
It’s because you’re smart as hell,
you’re a good leader,
and if we were stuck in a foxhole together,
I wouldn’t kill you.
That is, unless you gave me more of that
warm and fuzzy encouragement
that I don’t need.
Shuttle bay’s through there.
You think these replicated suits will get us through?
One way to find out.
Go ahead.
[alarm blares]
[electronic garble]
How many times must I remind you
to complete your clearance forms?
[electronic garble]
You said you turned them in for me.
How dare you accuse me?
BREEN SOLDIER: All right, that’s enough.
BURNHAM: If you say so.
[grunting]
BOOK: Well played.
BURNHAM: You, too.
Let’s take care of these guys and get to work.
BOOK: We’ll hide ’em over here.
[electronic garble]
They’re sending someone inside.
BOOK: What the hell is that?
[screams]
BURNHAM: Some kind of portal.
That has to be what leads to the Progenitors’ tech.
BOOK: Damn it, they put up a quarantine field.
I’m gonna have to take that down
if we want to secure the transpo-lock.
There.
Field draws power
from that box. Cut the power, field goes down.
BURNHAM: I guess I’m joining the science division.
You… you’re on distraction duty.
BOOK: What?
BURNHAM: Mm-hmm.
[electronic garble]
BOOK: Uh…
Hello.
BREEN SOLDIER: Hello?
BOOK: You excited for the sarkaress?
BREEN SOLDIER: After our Scion is reborn,
we’ll hold the greatest sarkaress yet.
BOOK: [chuckles] Oh, yeah. No question.
Hey, so, um…
Do you know who you’re going with?
[electronic garble]
maybe we could, uh…
Wow. Flirting. Bold move.
BREEN SOLDIER: You wish to be one of my sarkmates?
Sure. Why not?
BREEN SOLDIER: Very well.
I shall prepare a space for you in the oil bath.
Hurry up, Michael, this is getting weird.
BURNHAM: Are you sure you don’t want me to slow down?
Try to get you that oil bath?
BURNHAM [over comms]: Rhys, Adira, how are things
going on the bridge?
[console beeps]
ADIRA: Got it.
Shields ready to drop, Captain. BURNHAM: Good work.
I’ll tell you when.
What do you mean they couldn’t pull him back out?
The cable was bonded to the floor,
they saw what happened last time.
The force of it was too great.
Wherever it leads, it seems…
[electronic garble]
What are they saying?
There are guards missing from their post
outside shuttle bay.
I thought your troops were better trained than that.
They are.
Put the shuttle bay in full lockdown.
All credentials checked.
Captain, I’ve got bad news.
[alarm blaring]
This is gonna be a problem.
I am told that your shuttle is ready.
I had ordered all relevant intelligence files
on Primarch Tahal to be transferred to you.
I hope some of it will prove useful.
Uh, yes. Uh…
It already has. I just finished reviewing it.
You have only just returned.
I’m sorry you must depart again.
I know you did not want this.
The list you offered to draw up at the meeting…
I understand your desire
to protect me. However…
The intent of the list
was to protect the mission.
While I do worry for your safety, of course,
it is of critical importance.
I feared you may hesitate to take the necessary risks,
as we are so close to our wedding.
Surely you know I would never allow personal considerations
to interfere with my professional responsibilities.
Not consciously, perhaps, but…
Vulcans are not the only species
capable of choosing logic and duty
over emotion.
Fair point.
We have both chosen lives of service.
To balance that with our love for one another
will never be easy.
But at least…
we can face that struggle together.
It would be illogical
to ask that you promise to return.
So, instead,
I only ask that you will try.
I shall see you when I return.
[alarm blaring]
[electronic garble]
BOOK: They’re gonna find us any second.
I just need a few more minutes
to get the containment field down.
BOOK: We don’t have a few more minutes.
We need that field down now.
I have an idea, Captain. It’s risky, but…
BURNHAM [over comms]: Whatever it is, I trust you. Just do it.
Okay, then.
Nothing grabs the attention
like an unwelcome guest.
Especially one that they think is dead.
Lieutenant Christopher, hail the dreadnaught.
Aye, Commander.
I’m heading down to the shuttle bay.
Tell them I want to see the crew personally.
Moll, wait. We are being hailed
by Discovery.
What?
Are you sure?
Yes. It is them.
They survived.
Put us on alert.
Weapons armed.
You heard her!
On alert, all weapon systems armed now.
[alarm blaring]
Answer the hail.
This is Commander Rayner of the USS Discovery.
MOLL [over comms]: Where’s the captain?
She’s dead.
You and your Breen friends killed her in your attack.
[electronic garble]
BOOK: Whatever he’s doing, it’s working.
BURNHAM: Good. Stay alert. Let me know if anything changes.
Whatever happened, it wasn’t me or us.
It was Ruhn,
but he’s dead now, too,
and I have the Progenitors’ tech.
So we have nothing more to talk about.
Yes, we do. You need our help.
MOLL: With what, exactly?
Primarch Tahal. She’s on her way.
Wants your dreadnaught and every soldier on it.
Check long-range scans.
You can run, but she’ll track you,
and keep tracking you. Believe me, I know.
She won’t give up, but if you turn yourself in,
give us the technology, the Federation will protect you.
I don’t need you
or your Federation.
Shit.
Captain, how close are you?
BURNHAM: Almost done.
Rhys, Tal,
what’s Moll doing?
She’s leaving. What does that mean?
Nothing good.
Captain, you’re running out of time.
BURNHAM: [grunts] Got it.
Commander, stand by. We’re attaching
the transport lock now.
[weapons firing] BURNHAM: Oh!
MOLL: Transpo-lock. Clever.
Lose your helmets.
MOLL: Hmm.
Not so dead after all.
Commander Rhys, Ensign Tal, it’s Discovery.
Do you read?
Yes, sir.
Bravo Team has been captured.
Is your position secure?
RHYS: So far.
Yeah.
RAYNER: We need to beam you all out of there.
Prepare to lower shields.
What about the structure?
RAYNER: We’ll have to find another way to get it.
Stand by. Captain’s comms are still live.
She’ll give us a sign when she’s ready.
MOLL: Respect where it’s due.
How’d you get on board?
A good courier never reveals their secrets.
Cute.
Did your “mentor” teach you that?
BURNHAM: Listen, Moll,
we know you want to get L’ak back.
MOLL: Don’t.
Don’t you say his name.
Throw them in the brig
and take us to warp
before Tahal gets here.
Jemison, get ready to transport.
BURNHAM: Wait, wait.
I haven’t gotten to get my grum of osikod,
as the saying goes.
Osikod.
It’s a message. She’s…
sending me a message.
BURNHAM: Remember when we first met?
When I was hanging off the side of your ship.
What about it?
Well, I knew you wouldn’t stop,
but neither would I.
And the difference is,
when I thought I was gone…
your shields were fried,
I was flying out there all alone,
out in space…
I always knew my crew would come for me.
Just like they’ll come for us now,
whatever you do.
Good talk.
Throw them in the brig.
We’ll drop you off somewhere once we’re in the clear.
I know what she wants us to do.
I definitely don’t.
RAYNER: Ensign Tal,
stand by to lower shields on my mark.
We’re gonna need access to that shuttle bay.
What?
RAYNER: Commander Stamets, you have two minutes to figure out
how to rip through the shuttle bay containment field
without destroying ourselves in the process.
STAMETS: On it, Commander.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
If you do that, you’re gonna blast everything in there
out into space, including Michael and Book.
Exactly, and then we beam them and the structure on board
the Discovery. That’s her plan.
Oh, holy shnoodle.
Red alert. Decloak,
set course for the Breen shuttle bay.
And start firing with everything we’ve got.
I just heard. Are we really doing this?
Apparently. But I-I think I’ve got a way,
as long as shields hold.
[grunting]
BURNHAM: Come on!
We just lost torpedo bay seven.
Gallo, keep firing.
Don’t let up.
Jemison, what’s our status?
We’re-we’re okay for now,
but we can’t take many more direct hits.
Stamets, time’s up.
How do we do this?
Okay, uh, i-if we fly at full impulse,
tilted down 35.2 degrees
with, uh, modulating shields
concentrated on the deflector dish,
we can pierce the containment field
and still maintain structural integrity.
Do you actually think it’ll work?
Math doesn’t lie.
We’re gonna get Adira out.
We’ll get them all out.
[grunts, panting]
[gasps]
How much longer, Rayner?
90 seconds to impact. BURNHAM: We’ll try to hold them off that long.
As soon as that structure gets blown into space,
grab it with a tractor beam.
Aye, Commander.
RAYNER: Tal, drop shields now.
Done.
[alarm blaring]
RHYS: Heads up, guards coming our way.
ADIRA: What do we do?
RHYS: Stay put. I got this.
[grunts]
RHYS: Discovery, get us out of here.
[electronic garble]
They’re going to ram us.
So they can send it…
“out in space.”
I have to go in there.
Wait.
You do not know what is inside.
If I can’t bring L’ak back, I might as well be dead.
RAYNER: Ready to beam you, Captain.
Not yet.
She’s gonna go in. Cover me.
Moll, wait!
[grunts]
[exhale echoing]
Michael!
♪
BOOK: Commander, you have to grab that. Michael is in there.
She went into the portal.
What?
Jemison, lock on. Engage tractor beam.
It’s moving too fast. There’s too much debris.
Asha, get us closer. Tilly,
scan the portal. What’s it telling us?
TILLY: No, sh…
No, there’s no sign of her. She’s just…
She’s just gone.
No.
She’s not.
She’s alive.
I know it.
Listen up.
Our captain is in there.
The Progenitors’ tech is in there.
We’re getting them both back.
Failure… not an option.
All right.
Let’s do this.
