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Previously on Strange New Worlds...

CHAPEL:
I'm gonna give you
a sedative now.

And when you wake up,
you will be Gorn-free.

BATEL:
I'm still here.

(Ortegas grunts)

(snarls)

You are going to make it.

I'm Erica Ortegas.
I fly the ship.

SPOCK:
Fraternization can lead
to complications.

Like I've been trying
to tell you, I just need

- some personal time.
- Away from me.

About that fellowship,
the archaeological medicine?

I'm going to have
to replace you, aren't I?

SPOCK:
The thought of losing you,

it affected me deeply.

CHAPEL: I am still going
away for three months

to study with Roger Korby.

When I get back, let's just see
where we are then.

SPOCK:
Science officer's personal log,

stardate 2251.7.

After a three-month billet
at Starbase One,

the battle scars
of our encounter

with the Gorn are
all but erased,

which has left me with
a great deal of time to think.

The Federation Day Centennial--

the 100th anniversary
of the founding

of the United Federation
of Planets--

is just three days away.

Captain Pike believes
that hosting a ceremonial gala

for Federation Day will
improve morale among the crew.

All of the crew.

Nurse Chapel is returning
from her time away.

We have not spoken since
she left for her fellowship.

As such, I have a more
personal reason to prepare

for the upcoming celebrations.

("Hacker de Tu Piel"
by Lavanda Son playing)

Loosen up your shoulders.

My shoulder placement
has been measured precisely.

You're not supposed
to measure them.

You're supposed
to let them flow.

Like this.

I am confused.

Am I not already
performing the movements

to the parameters you specified?

Yes. You're just stiff.

Even for you.

Five, six, seven, and...

Please do not take this
the wrong way,

but your aptitude
for this activity

is surprising,
and if I may say so,

this openness to new
life experiences suits you.

There was a time
when I wanted nothing more

than to be a prima ballerina.

I assume the Gorn changed that?

That's just it.
I've spent my whole life

waiting for them to come back.

My own personal nightmare
under the bed.

And here's the thing--
they came back

and I beat them. Anyway...

somehow

the Gorn are less ravenous

than prima ballerinas.

Perhaps that is why Vulcans,
as a rule, do not dance.

It seems some of you will defy
that rule for the right person.

When humans reunite after a long
absence, is it not tradition

to make
a grand romantic gesture?

Spock, I-I don't want to pry,

but I thought you and Christine
had decided

- to give each other some space.
- Indeed.

We have not spoken since
she left for her fellowship.

But we all know what absence
does to the heart, mm-hmm.

The absence of a heart
would be quite fatal.

No, Spock,
it's an idiom, it's...

Mm-hmm.

UHURA:
Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

You asked for a heads-up,
so, heads up.

Transport clearance request
from Nurse Chapel.

Please excuse me. She is here.

Looking good, Mr. Spock.

Lieutenant?

Just doing my job.

Chapel added someone
to the visitors list.

Curious.

SCOTTY:
That's funny.

You know, for a wee moment
there, I thought

I saw a bit of strangeness.

SPOCK:
What sort of strangeness?

Oh, just a sensor ghost
outside the hull.

But it's gone now.

Nothing to see here, sir, hmm.

All relevant scans appear to be
within normal parameters.

Two to beam aboard,

Lieutenant Scott.

(metallic trilling)

Spock.

Christine.

Uh, this is Dr. Korby.

- Your fellowship director?
- Mm-hmm.

Greetings, Dr. Korby.

How are you? Call me Roger.

I've, uh, heard
a lot about you, Spock.

SPOCK:
Dr. Korby, I have read
a considerable number

of your papers
on archaeological medicine.

- Oh, sure, there aren't
that many.
- There are

234. Is that not accurate?

It's actually exactly
how many there are.

Wow.

Is that a first edition
of Saltavantur?

May I?

This is incredible.

The engravings alone
must date back to...

It is a gift for Christine.

Wow.

Well, welcome aboard, Dr. Korby.

Will you be needing quarters?

Uh, no, no, I'm, um...

I'm taken care of.

CHAPEL:
He is here

to attend the centennial
celebration with me.

With you?

Dr. Korby is my date.

PIKE:
Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

...to seek out new life

and new civilizations...

...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

(grunting)

Okay.

Come on, baby boy.

You can't handle the haymaker.

Who even says that?

Don't get cocky, I'll land one.

- Aah!
- Hey!

I told you to turn
that camera off.

- I'm just doing my job.
- Yeah, your job

is a documentary
on the centennial gala,

not this workout.

I am a serious filmmaker.

Erica, ah, there you are.

You are not going
to believe this.

- Christine brought home a date.
- ORTEGAS: Chapel?

UHURA:
I'm just as shocked as you are.

BETO:
Hey.

Hi. I'm, uh--

Haymaker!

Uh...

Okay, who's this?

ORTEGAS:
That's my little brother.

Never could take a punch.

Hi.

I'm Nyota.

(chuckles softly)

All right, almost done.

Take your time, Ensign.

With all the centennial
preparations I have to do,

this is the closest thing
to a vacation I'm gonna get.

Well, this is the last one,

but I can take a bunch more.

I mean, how much blood
does a person really need?

They didn't cover that
in nursing school?

Oof, I fell asleep.

Like, a lot.

I like you, Ensign.

Well, now that
Nurse Chapel is back,

my temporary assignment is done.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Don't look at me.

Take it up
with your direct supervisor.

Guilty as charged.

I put in a request
with Starfleet Medical

to make your transfer permanent.

Wait, wait, please tell me
this isn't a cruel joke.

We are big on cruel jokes
around here.

Just wait until your first
formal Captain's Table.

But in this case, no.

Apparently,
he isn't ready to give you up.

Frankly, none of us are, Ensign.

Thank you.

Captain Batel is
lucky to have you.

How's Marie doing?

Her scans show
that the Gorn embryos have been

fully reabsorbed.

(chuckles)

It was your blood
that kept her body

strong enough to survive
the metabolization process.

All we're doing now is managing
some minor aftereffects.

I've gotten used
to having her on board.

I'll be sorry to see her go.

I imagine you won't be
the only one.

PIKE:
I have literally

no idea what some
of these medals are for.

And I can't wear
all of them, or can I?

- (chuckles) Pick one.
- No.

Because then I would insult
whoever gave me

the ones I'm not wearing
and... (shudders)

Must be hard being
such an amazing captain.

You, uh...

shopping for a new starship?

Admiral April said
I've got my pick.

There are about
a dozen commissions available.

Okay.

So, what are you looking for?

(exhales)

Deep space exploration.

But then I never see you.

Or short-range
diplomatic courier.

But then I still never see you.

It still doesn't feel
totally real.

Hmm?

I should be dead, I'm...

I'm on borrowed time.

Well, you're preaching
to the choir on that one.

Now I'm just picturing you
in a boys' choir.

Actually, I was an altar boy.
(clucks tongue)

You're a captain.
You'll find your ship.

I just wish it didn't have
to be so soon.

What are you asking me, Captain?

Frankly, I don't know. I...

All I know is that

I'm not ready to let you go.

Well, this is awkward.

Right, sorry.

- It was too far. That...
- Relax.

I was just wondering
what you're gonna do

when I move you
into my quarters.

- Oh.
- Where will all
your hair products go?

(laughs)

Mmm.

CHAPEL:
Hey.

I-I brought this.

I thought
you might want it back.

It was a gift.

Why would I not wish
for you to have it?

I'm sorry about earlier.

I didn't want you to meet Roger
like that.

The look of surprise
on your face

was almost worth the misstep.

(chuckles)
This isn't easy.

May I ask you a direct question?

Never known you to be
any different.

You expressed the desire
to remain unattached,

free of commitment.

And then I bring
my new boyfriend

home for the holidays.

Yes.

Uh...

When I figure that out
for myself,

I swear you will be
the first person

that I explain it to.

The truth is, I don't know.

It just is.

Spock.

Are we gonna be okay?

Um...

We're having cocktails
in the Port Galley tonight.

I hope you'll come.

(door whooshes shut)

Fine, one drink, then I have to
go back and finish training.

Aren't you the one who taught me
tequila is its own food group?

You realize she's our
communications officer, right?

She speaks, like, 900 languages.

Is "obnoxious big sister"
one of 'em?

Let it go, Beto.
You can hang with me.

That seems like a plan to me.

(chuckles)

Wait one damn minute.

- This, you two...
- (Beto chuckles)

...talking to each other
like you're...

and looking at each other
like you're...

No. It's chaos, madness.

You don't trust me
with your best friend?

You don't trust me
with your baby brother?

Okay. Okay, I'll stay
for a while.

(chuckles)

But there will be
no more flirting.

(Uhura sighs)

Literally none.

SAM:
So, Dr. Korby.

Uh, Sam.
I got to say, I'm a big fan

of your work on
advanced ancient cultures.

- I read that your latest dig
was on Vadia Nine.
- Uh-huh.

Uh, have you climbed
Mount Caleb?

Uh, we did, actually. Yeah.

CHAPEL:
It was, it was pretty romantic, actually.

Uh, Mr. Spock.

Glad you could join us.

I finished my work early.

Dr. Korby was just about
to tell us a romantic story.

- KORBY: Oh, no,
don't worry about it.
- CHAPEL: No.

- Some other time.
- You guys don't want to hear...

- Bore the life out of you.
- Yeah.

SPOCK:
I would like to hear it.

I have, of late,
become a student of romance.

Sudden thirst. Beto, give me
a hand with some drinks.

Okay. Um... Well,

uh, when I was a little girl,

whenever I would go away
on a trip--

to camp, to school--

my mother would always
say to me,

"Chrissy,
I hope you find the sun..."

"I hope you find the sun
and the moon and the stars."

Yeah.

And they turned out to be
the last words

she ever said to me.

And, um,

Mount Caleb actually happens to
break the solar plane.

So, um, the sun and the moon
are visible at the same time.

And it was my mother's birthday.

And I didn't tell anybody
'cause I never do.

Uh, but he just noticed
that I was down and...

remembered the story
and put two and two together.

And when we got to the top...

When we got to the top,

I showed her the stunning sky

and gave her this.

UNA:
Tilaryan Star Gems.

- They're incredibly rare.
- KORBY: Yeah.

CHAPEL:
And he said,

"You looked sad.

I wanted to give you the sun
and the moon and the stars."

- ORTEGAS: Libations.
- BETO: Shots, everybody!

- Fun.
- Thank God.

Ooh, that's a cool bracelet.
Where'd you get it?

Good evening.

Ready for a change?

I was not aware
we had a Vulcan bartender.

Temporary posting.

Just passing through.

So, something different
but better?

Something you definitely want?

Yes, that would be fine.

Fantastic.

I have just the thing.

Swirl it around.
Brings out the aroma.

Don't drink it too fast.

It'll go right to your head.

Hmm.

(sighs)

CHAPEL:
Good morning.

Good morning back.

Tonight, no sleepover.

It is bad luck to see your bride
on the day of your wedding.

SPOCK:
Science Officer's personal log.

Stardate 2251.7.

After a three-month billet,

the battle scars
of our encounter with the Gorn

are all but erased.

And while docked
at Starbase One,

our crew prepares to celebrate
a rare and joyous occasion,

the wedding nuptials
between myself and Nurse Chapel.

LA'AN: Your first dance
is going to be great.

You're improving.

Untrue.

(classical music playing)

I've never understood
the need for deception

to smooth a potential
negative reaction.

(sighs) You're just going
to excel at marriage.

Have you ever been married?

(chuckles):
Me? God no.

I'm not really
the commitment type.

My childhood didn't really set
me up for a stable attachment.

Now, shooting backwards
while running,

that I can do.

Of late, I must say
you have seemed lighter.

Spock,
if you don't have it by now,

then it's too late.

Thank you, La'An.

You have been
a good friend to me.

I must prepare
for the rehearsal.

Places, everyone!
We have much to do.

A wedding doesn't just
plan itself overnight, you know.

And the rehearsal is just
like the real thing,

only with comfortable shoes.

This wedding planner of yours
is something.

Never thought of Andorians
as being so detail-oriented.

Hmm.

WEDDING PLANNER: You two, you're
like two peas in a space pod.

So delightful.

- Let's start with the cake.
- Wait, uh, where's Roger?

I feel like we should probably
wait for my best man.

KORBY:
I'm here.

I am here.

And I have the cakes.

- Excellent.
- KORBY: Oh, yeah. Very nice.

Christine,
I couldn't just chat...

Uh, later, Mr. Korby.

Doctor.

- Dr. Korby.
- Fine.

Actually, I have
a special best man task

just for you.

Could you wait for me
way over there?

Quick as you can.

Good one.
Now, Mr. Spock.

I know you wanted to embrace
a human-type wedding,

but what about fusion style?

I call this "Hu-can."

Or "Vul-man."

Just try it.

You hate it?

I was not expecting cake with
quite so much heat and brine.

(sighs)

Let's try that again, shall we?

Oh, I'll go.

Spock's joking,
this is delicious.

Is it chocolate and, um...

Vulcan pahklor?

Indeed, pahklor.

Nothing says love like pahklor.

SPOCK:
I must've been mistaken before.

This is quite good.

Not just good but perfect,

like your wedding
is going to be.

Let's talk about choreography.

Spock, assuming we're not going
to have a Kal-if-ee situation,

I have you over on the altar

and your best man Captain Pike
in the front row

just here.

Joseph and Una.

I see you waltzing Christine
down the aisle

and then spin her
into Spock's arms.

I didn't practice that.

I have a surprise for you,
my blushing bride.

Arrived all the way
from Vermont, Earth

this morning.

My mother's flowers?

She had these preserved
after her wedding.

(chuckles)

(air hisses)

Oh, no.

M'BENGA:
Those flowers look dead.

These were supposed to be stored
at exactly 2.7 degrees.

- I mean, the...
- I'm so sorry, Christine.

Is there any way
to salvage them?

I-I have a rehydrator
in my quarters.

I'll tell you what.

Maybe they just need to breathe.

(snaps fingers)

I mean...

CHAPEL:
Oh, my God. What? (chuckles)

It worked. I can't believe it.

This is why we have rehearsal.

And with that avertation
of the latest crisis,

let's continue.

With both at the altar,

we have the rings exchanged,
and voilà.

Everyone's as happy
as a Ternaran bat.

Uh, Christine, can we just chat
for two seconds, please?

Unfortunately,
rehearsal has just finished,

which means, Nurse Chapel,
I'm gonna have to scoop you away

for your final fitting.

So quickly, here we go.

Please tell me you're not gonna
wear that jacket on the day,

Korbs.

Hey, how are you?
How're you doing?

(panel chirps)

(lock beeps)

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Dr. Korby, what are you doing?

I'm, um...

...trying to delete your vows.

I knew it.
The cake, the flowers,

you are trying to sabotage
our wedding.

Yeah, y-you can't
marry Christine.

Are you in love with her?

Yes. But that's not the reason.

Well, not entirely.

Look, this wedding is not
supposed to happen, okay?

Uh, I can't fully explain it,

but our reality has shifted.

- I think you should
leave, Doctor.
- Just listen.

Yesterday, Christine and I
arrived on the Enterprise

to attend
the Federation's Centennial.

We specifically chose the
centennial as our wedding day.

No, no, no, no.
It is the reason we are here.

As of yesterday,
there was no wedding.

There was no
"you and Nurse Chapel."

She and I were together.

You arrived together because
you are best friends.

No, not as best friends,
romantically we are together.

But I seem to be the only one
here that remembers that.

I proposed to Christine
three months ago,

before she embarked
on her fellowship with you.

I procured my grandmother's
engagement ring--

None of that happened.

Why am I the only one
that remembers this?

You parted ways
before the fellowship.

And yeah, when I met her,
at first, she was pretty gloomy.

I get it, endings are...
are difficult.

I think you
should visit sickbay, Doc--

Wait.

At first, she was a fellow, yes.

But she quickly became more.

An equal.

After a while, she was running
the excavation site

on Vadia Nine with me.

And one night, we stayed late.

And I read her a poem by Neruda.

"I crave your mouth,
your voice, your hair."

And she, um...

She kissed me--

(breathing heavily)

(quietly):
Oh, no.

Oh, no.

(gasps)

(yelps)

Please, Dr. Korby.

I owe you an apology.

Yes, for that.
But also, you were right.

Reality has been changed.

None of this
is how it should be.

- So you remember?
- I do.

But I am not entirely sure why.

Have you tried
telling Christine?

Yes, but she shut me down.

I've considered
several possible explanations

for this mass delusion.

First, that this
is an alternate dimension.

I've already checked myself for
phase variance and found none.

Second theory: exposure to
an environmental hallucinogen.

Christine and I arrived
at the same time, so...

You would both be unaffected.

Alien virus?

The bio-filters
have been recently upgraded.

Perhaps an improbability field?

We once entered one
that made us... sing.

Perhaps.

Now that I am aware
of the situation,

I will obviously not proceed
with the nuptials.

You may not have a choice.

Every time I've tried
to stop this wedding,

something has interfered.

You are suggesting the presence

of an advanced
intelligent life-form

with reality-altering
capabilities.

Yes.

But why leave you unaffected?

Well...

...my rigorous intellect
may have

shielded my mind
from the illusion.

Doctor.

If one of our intellects
could bestow immunity,

I am confident
it would not be yours.

Come. We can use the
science lab to scan the ship.

Any anomalous energy
should be detectable.

Great.
Another Andorian annoyance.

Ah, there you are!

Greetings and many felicitations

on this happiest
of wedding eves.

- Oh, Mr. Korby.
- Doctor.

You really are everywhere,
aren't you?

Bit like a rash.

Speaking of which,
the rest of the bridal party

are enjoying facials.

Perhaps you should join them.

You do look a little dull.
Are you sleeping?

The bags beneath your eyes
say no.

My darling groom,
what do you think of this?

The color really brings out
your eyes.

Could this wait? I have
urgent duties to attend to.

Don't be silly.

Right now, your most
important mission is matrimony.

That one will be fine.

Come. We must go.

It's Doctor.

(mockingly):
"It's Doctor."

(door whooshes shut)

(Korby whistles)

Nice lab.

Initiating ship-wide scan now.
It will take a few minutes.

I was thinking about how it was
that you became disillusioned.

At the moment I punched you,

it was as if
a fog in my mind lifted,

and I knew.

Perhaps it was the sudden burst

of adrenaline and cortisol
that did it.

It is also possible
that whatever power

is creating this false reality
cannot be maintained

when so directly confronted
with the truth.

Regardless, we must find a way

to communicate the situation
to the captain.

Good luck with that.

SAM:
There you are.

You were supposed to meet me
in your quarters.

Whatever this is, I cannot.

Sam! What do we have here?

These are the wine selections
for the head table tomorrow.

Listen to me very carefully,
Lieutenant Kirk.

Enterprise came to Starbase One

to celebrate
the Federation Centennial.

Not a wedding.

Nurse Chapel and I
are no longer a couple.

We are not getting married.

You are suffering
from an unknown phenomenon.

It is possible
we are all under attack.

I get it.

I get it, Spock,
you have cold feet.

- It's totally normal, look--
- Punch me.

What?

I'm not gonna punch you.

You are sloppy.

Less intelligent
than your brother.

No one likes your mustache.

And you have
terrible taste in wine.

(chuckles)

If I gave you a black eye
the day before your wedding,

Christine would kill me.

COMPUTER:
Scan complete.

There are no anomalous
energy readings present.

Perhaps the chardonnay.

Sir, we have
an urgent situation.

I am aware, Lieutenant.

And there. Fixed that.

Mr. Spock,
welcome to your bachelor party.

- Hey.
- Spock-o!

M'BENGA:
Spock!

PIKE: I prepared
all of your favorites.

Jumbo mollusk, Pok-tar,

and look what I found.

Lutrog.

And something imbibable for
the rest of us: Saurian brandy.

Hmm?

Oh, honestly, I'm not
really much of a drinker.

I hardly touch the stuff.

I believe tradition dictates

the groom-to-be give us a toast
before he walks the plank.

- SAM: Yes, speech.
- M'BENGA: Speech.

Come on, Mr. Spock.

Our reality has been changed.

Nurse Chapel and I
are not together.

She is in love with Dr. Korby,

and only he and I remember this.

To Spock,
the luckiest man in the world.

Yes, to Spock.

- Mr. Spock.
- Cheers.

Captain, Enterprise is
experiencing a mass delusion.

I told you. Cold feet.

My feet are perfectly warm,
thank you.

SPOCK:
This is serious.

PIKE:
Relax, Mr. Spock.

Which I know
is difficult for you.

That's why the Lutrog.

Careful with that.

KORBY:
It seems clear by now

that being confronted
with the truth

is not enough
to break the spell.

Which leaves us
with emotional response.

But we have seen
a range of emotions

and yet none
dispel the delusion.

(indistinct chatter)

Anger, rage, it's one of the
most powerful emotions there is.

Perhaps another
equally powerful emotion.

Like what?

Love.

Mr. Spock, I almost forgot,
the wedding planner

asked you to weigh in
on the seating arrangement.

Take a look at row eight,
if you don't mind.

Uh, Captain?

How many guests
are invited to the wedding?

All the crew and, uh,
107 registered guests.

Thanks.

Computer, how many individuals

are currently aboard
the Enterprise

besides crew
and registered guests?

COMPUTER:
One.

We have a wedding crasher.

Hiding in plain sight.

Computer,
locate that individual.

COMPUTER:
The individual
fitting that description

is in the Port Galley.

- (door whooshes open)
- Spock, where you going?

We're gonna do karaoke.

WEDDING PLANNER:
Oh, Mr. Korby, Mr. Spock.

Shouldn't you be
at your bachelor party?

I'm working on a specialty drink
for the reception.

How do we feel
about pomegranate?

I do not need a bacchanal.

Then you should get
your beauty rest.

I do not need to sleep.

Count tribbles, then.

You. You are the entity.

Oh, Mr. Spock.

Your Vulcan sense of humor
gets me every time.

I'm your wedding planner, remember?

You twirled into my office,
drunk on love,

wishing for a wedding day full
of magic and unspeakable joy.

A wish.

That night,
here in the Port Galley,

you were
the bartender then, too.

I wished things could be
different with Christine.

And you made it so.

You're welcome.

It does not matter.

We are not going through
with the wedding.

You have to fix this.

You can't just
control people's minds.

I can do anything I want.

- I am a wedding planner.
- (snaps fingers)

- (rumbling)
- (alarms ringing)

And I do not like it
when people ruin my plans.

(snaps fingers)

Wakey wakey, Mr. Spock.
It's your big day.

You cannot force me
to continue this charade.

Can't I, though?
Do you know

what would happen to everyone
if you made me mad?

I don't think I can
even imagine it.

(snaps fingers)

Well, look at that.

My own little Vulcan terrarium.

My friends will be so jealous.

I do hope you'll
play along now, yes?

(snaps fingers)

(gasps)

(singsongy):
I can hear the wedding bells.

(door whooshes open)

("Bridal Chorus"
by Richard Wagner playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

Ah! Look at you, you look great.

All weddings should be
on the beach

and everyone should be
in shorts.

Okay.

I have been searching for you.

He's made me the maid of honor.

And he says
if I don't play along,

he's gonna wish us all
to a cornfield.

I do not understand
the significance of this wish.

It's from a...
Doesn't matter.

He's talking about wiping us
from all of existence.

Yes, he made this threat
to me as well.

You're gonna have to
go through with this.

Just... Maybe that's
the only way to end it,

play his game.

It's time, Spock.

Let's get you married.

Please be seated.

What a delight

to be gathered here today to
celebrate something so special,

a force more powerful
than the fastest starship.

Humans call it love,

and I'm told love can conquer

- all things.
- Christine--

Shh. Not yet.

Do you both have your vows?

KORBY:
No.

No!

I object.

- We're not there yet.
- Roger, what are you doing?

Christine,
you have to stop this.

You stop.

You can't just
make people feel things

that they don't really feel!

- That's it.
- (snaps fingers)

WEDDING GUEST:
Aw...

(sniffs, clears throat)

Please, continue, Mr. Spock.

(whines)

The human poet Neruda wrote,

"I crave your mouth, your voice,

"your hair.

"Silent and starving,

"I prowl through the streets.

"Bread does not nourish me,

"dawn disrupts me,

"all day

I hunt for the liquid measure
of your steps."

This is what it is like
to love you, Christine.

And the person
worthy of your love,

they must be courageous.

They cannot be drowning.

They cannot be unsure

or at the mercy
of their own emotional storms.

They must be a safe harbor.

They must have the ability
to hold space for you.

To see you.

Just you.

They must be able to hear
your unuttered call.

They must be able
to give you everything.

They must offer you the moon

and the sun and the stars

all at once.

(gasps)

I did not know when it was
your mother's birthday.

I didn't tell you.

It's no one's fault.

This is wrong, Spock.

(sniffles)

We're not supposed to be
getting married.

No.

We are not.

Yes, you are.

CHAPEL:
Roger...

Roger.

Well, no, he's a dog,

so... No!

No, no, no, no, no!

That is it.

Everybody dies.

- And I'm starting with the dog.
- CHAPEL: You keep away from him.

Prepare for a cavalcade
of death.

No one gets
a wedding cake slice tonight.

You're going to die.
You'll be dead.

And you with the crown,
what were you thinking?

Tried to outshine the bride?

And you blue faces,
you could see I was in blue.

- How dare you.
- (gasps)

Death to you.
And you at the back

with no mouth.

Yes, you.

Actually, that's... I like that.
You can, you can live.

ENERGY BEING:
What is this?

(groans)

Not now, Dad.

ENERGY BEING:
Oh, you've made
enough of a mess.

Please, let's not make a scene.

- (gasps)
- Oh, my...

- Christine.
- Oh. Oh...

But they're not playing along.
They're not listening to me.

ENERGY BEING:
And you are not listening to me.

Shall I show you once more
what the consequence is

- for disobedience?
- No.

I'll be good, I promise.

- Wait, you're a child?
- (energy being scoffs)

A very young one.
Only 8,000 of your Earth years.

8,020, Dad.

- ENERGY BEING: It's time to go.
- I don't want to go.

Wait, before you leave...

...might I ask why?

Well...

Look at him.

I spotted him digging in
the dirt on the old homeworld.

He's just so handsome
and smart and perfect.

It's just annoying.

Yes, that does make
perfect sense.

- Oy.
- ENERGY BEING: Now...

- free the rest of them.
- (sighs): Okay.

(snaps fingers)

(murmuring)

Tallyho.

You've all been lots of fun.

(murmuring continues)

PIKE:
Uh...

Okay, everybody,
all right, all right,

all right, all right,
okay, all right.

That was, uh, that-that-that...
that was strange.

A shared delusion
about a wedding

is a new one, isn't it?
(chuckles)

Okay... Uh, Federation Day.

2161, the, uh, founding species

came together to create,
uh, the Federation.

Um, largely in response

to our interactions
with other foreign species.

Some of them very awkward.

Uh, so it's only fitting

that-that our-our centennial
be marked

by a-a-a similar awkward,

uh, interaction.

And the bar is open.

(ice rattling)

M'BENGA:
Those look incredible.

KELZING:
I'll make you one,
but it's Alanni Rye.

It will burn a hole
through your esophagus

and whatever is below
your esophagus.

And maybe the floor.

Two pints of Guinness, please.

Probably a safer bet.

Are you the doctor
from the Enterprise?

Joseph M'Benga.

Mm.

You know, I kind of miss
the flower crown.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

I kind of miss
the big green veil thing

you had going on.

Well, I can tell you
it is not every girl's dream

to have a cosmic trickster
play dress-up dolls

with her emotions

and make her marry
the wrong man.

- The last 48 hours have been...
- Roger.

I know.

Me, too.

Now, let's go dance
and never talk about this

ever.

Deal.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

UNA: Mm-hmm.
If we play our cards right.

Oh, we were just saying
that an artist

with such prodigious skills

shouldn't be confined
to a starbase.

If you're offering me a job
on a starship,

my answer is yes.

BETO:
Thank you.

- Pleasure meeting you.
- Thank you.

I just had a very
interesting conversation

with the Chancellor
of Starfleet's Public Relations.

- Yeah?
- They may commission

a feature-length documentary
of Starfleet.

Well, the Chancellor likes me,
so I'll put in a good word.

You know,
anything to annoy Erica.

- Shall we annoy Erica?
- To annoying Erica.

- To annoying Erica.
- Mm-hmm.

(laughs)

(romantic music playing)

That was a beautiful speech.

Yes. I suppose so.

Love comes in all forms,
Mr. Spock,

and you gave her yours.

And I have no regrets.

Still, it is a waste.

What is?

Well, you spent all this time
learning to dance,

and now you're just

sitting on it.

After all,
your shoulder placement

has been measured precisely,
has it not?

If I'm not mistaken,

I am not supposed to
measure them.

I am supposed to let them flow.

Lieutenant...

are you asking me to dance?

♪ Jitterbug ♪

♪ Jitterbug ♪

It's all you.
It's all you.

♪ Jitterbug ♪

♪ Jitterbug ♪

♪ You put the boom boom
into my heart ♪

♪ You send my soul sky high
when your loving starts ♪

- ♪ Jitterbug into my brain ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Goes a bang-bang-bang
till my feet do the same ♪

♪ But something's bugging me,
something ain't right ♪

♪ My best friend told me
what you did last night ♪

♪ Left me sleeping in my bed ♪

♪ I was dreaming ♪

♪ But I should've been
with you instead ♪

♪ Wake me up before you go-go ♪

♪ Don't leave me hanging on
like a yo-yo ♪

♪ Wake me up before you go-go ♪

♪ I don't want to miss it
when you hit that high ♪

♪ Wake me up before you go-go ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm not planning on
going solo ♪

♪ Wake me up before you go-go ♪

♪ Take me dancing tonight ♪

♪ I want to hit that high. ♪

(hitting punching bag)

(panting)

(growling)

(low growling)

(screeching)

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