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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.

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♪ ♪

(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)

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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."

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- 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)

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CHAPEL: Good morning.

Good morning back.

Tonight, no sleepover.

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

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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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