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[narrator]
Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

[Stamets]
Something has been happening to me.

[Tilly] Have you told Dr. Culber this?

[Stamets] It'd put Hugh
in an impossible position.

It'd be his duty to report the effects
of my genetic manipulation.

On the other hand, Starfleet finds out,
his career would be ruined.

Either way, I hurt him.

Nobody survives Klingon torture
for seven months.

- Why are you here?
- Captain of this ship,

she's taken a liking to me.

- We can get to your ship undetected?
- L'Rell.

[yells]

Kol has managed
to revive the Klingon Ship of the Dead,

and is now sharing
its stealth technology.

That makes your mission at Pahvo
Starfleet's highest priority.

[Burnham] We landed on Pahvo.
We located a transmitter

that could allow Starfleet
to detect the presence

of cloaked Klingon vessels.

Like you, we seek harmony.

With your help, and our technology,
we can put an end to this conflict.

[Lorca] The transmitter's now sending out
a new signal

limited to two subspace bands:
ours and the Klingons'.

Long-range sensors detected
an incoming Klingon vessel.

- Can you identify what it is?
- The Ship of the Dead.

[Burnham] Pahvans have no means
to protect themselves.

We're their only line of defense.

We have ordered all active starships
back behind Federation lines.

- Retreat. That is an order.
- With the Ship of the Dead

- on the way here?
- Yes.

Kol's next strategic move will be
to destroy the transmitter,

thus eliminating any chance
of the Federation gaining an upper hand.

We cannot risk losing the Discovery
over this.

[Lorca] Need I remind you,
the Klingons don't take threats lightly?

By seeming to align themselves with us,
the Pahvans just became one.

That ship can and will destroy
an entire planet in the blink of an eye.

Your mission to Pahvo was
to give us the advantage

we sorely needed,
but that mission failed.

We have gathered the top
scientific minds to devise a solution

to crack the invisibility screens
that cloak the Klingon warships

within the safety of Federation space.
Your crew is to join the effort.

You want me to run from a fight...

and leave a peaceful species
to face annihilation.

I'm sorry, but the logic is clear.

You will jump to Starbase 46.

Immediately.

Lieutenant Detmer.
Set a course for Starbase 46.

Warp Five.

Yes, captain.

Sir, the Pahvans are more vulnerable

than Admiral Terral
could possibly understand. Please.

If I could speak with him
and relay my experience

with their peace-loving species.

This speed, they'll be expecting us
in three hours at Starbase 46.

That's why we're warping,
not using the spore drive.

I have no intention
of reaching our destination.

If you plan
on disobeying a direct order,

best not to advertise the fact.
So, you all heard the panicked admiral.

Starfleet is tired

of fighting the Klingon cloaking devices
and losing.

So am I.

We have under three hours
to find a solution.

If we can, we jump back, defend Pahvo.

We can't...

Let's get to it.

Lieutenant Stamets.

I'm gonna need
some reasonable explanation for Starfleet

as to why
we're currently not using the spore drive.

I understand you've had some trouble
with your interface upgrades.

Now that you mention it, um...
has been a little itchy.

Unfortunate. Get down to Medical Bay.
Get a full examination.

Is...? Is that completely necessary, sir?

It's obligatory. I want Dr. Culber
to run every single test possible.

We need the data trail.

Two hours before we arrive
at the starbase. Less than that

before the Klingons arrive at Pahvo.
Tell me you have a solution.

[Burnham] We suspect the Klingon cloak
generates a gravitational field

that bends light and other
electromagnetic waves around the ship.

Essentially rendering it undetectable
to our sensors.

But the cloak has small imperfections.

What appears
like background EM radiation

contains near-imperceptible shifts

that correlate
to the cloak's gravitational field.

If we determine the relationship
between the two,

we could develop an algorithm
to expose any invisible ship's position.

The imperfections are infinitesimal.
How do we detect them?

By placing sensors
onboard the Klingon ship

- to relay data back to Discovery.
- On the ship?

With a boarding party?
One that has to physically beam over?

How do we get our people there?

The Klingons know
that Discovery is a valuable target.

We use it as bait,
draw their flagship away from Pahvo.

They'd drop the cloak
to engage us in battle.

[Burnham] Shields and weapons are off
when invisible.

Gives us a small window
to beam over after the cloak is down,

- but before their shields go up.
- [Saru] The team on the Klingon ship

will install two sensors.
Every time it cloaks, we gather readings.

There is a problem.
It'll take time to gather sufficient data.

How much time?

Days.

Well, we don't have days.

But we do have a spore drive.

Gentlemen,

Starfleet brass is waiting for a report
on the lieutenant's condition.

You wanted evidence
of an issue with your navigator.

You got more than you asked for.

Stamets' scans show a restructuring
of the tracts

within the white matter
of his medial temporal lobe.

Have you experienced any side effects
as a consequence of that?

- No, captain.
- Okay.

- I won't play roulette with his brain.
- Duly noted. Send your report to me.

- Captain...
- To me, doctor, and I shall read it.

Lieutenant, follow me.

You want me to make 133 jumps?

Micro-jumps.
Each one performed in rapid succession

will provide a 3D snapshot
of the Klingon ship's position.

The readings will be received
in under four minutes.

That will give us the data
to calculate the algorithm,

but it'll take time
to compute something that complex.

I have faith in Mr. Saru.

There has to be another way.

- You...
- I wish there were.

I wish I didn't have to ask you
to make this sacrifice,

but the Klingons won't stop until
they've destroyed everything, everyone.

And we can't stop them...
without the spore drive.

Without you.

But you're asking us to use the drive
in ways we've never conceived of.

The spore-delivery system
isn't configured

to handle the amount of volume
that would be required.

And that's gonna stop you?

I don't think so.

I know what drives you, lieutenant.

You're not just a scientist,
you're an explorer.

You could've stayed in a lab on Earth.

You chose to go
where no one has gone before.

Let me show you something.

You've been accumulating this data
from my jumps the whole time?

Mm-hm.

And these scattered pockets
of negative mass. It's...

They could indicate
alternative parallel universes

connected to the mycelial network.

And with more jumps,
we could find a pattern,

perhaps even the coordinates
to reach them.

You showed me
this invention could take us to places...

that we never dreamed we could reach.

Places far beyond our preconceptions
of time and space.

I didn't know you cared.

We have to win this war.

But then...

Then the journey continues.

If we can save Pahvo,
defeat the Klingons, and do all this...

133 jumps it is.

Lieutenant Tyler, prep a boarding party
for the Klingon ship.

Two people, in and out.

I recommend Burnham accompany me,
sir.

Out of the question. It's too dangerous.

The effectiveness of our sensors
depends on their placement

at the points closest
to the Klingon vessel's stern and bow.

Their bridge is four times the size
of any Federation ship.

I've been there.
Only one location will work.

Tyler doesn't know how to access it.
I do.

You'll tell someone else where it is.

You're not going. [clears throat]

- You offered me a place on this ship...
- Now I am ordering you to stay.

- That understood?
- [Burnham] You are the captain.

But you are not using the full resources
to ensure the success of your mission.

There is no logic to your thinking.

Unless this is about me.

I'm here on borrowed time.

You asked me to stay
to help you win this war.

Given the time I spent
on that Klingon vessel,

I am the most qualified crew member
to place those sensors.

Otherwise, I have no purpose here.

Fine. Execute the mission as ordered,
and get back here safely.

Thank you, captain.

I know better than
to ask you not to do this.

I will ask you to allow me
to take precautions.

I'm so glad he finally told you
about the side effects.

- [Culber] Side effects?
- Oh, my God.

- I'm sorry. I just assumed...
- No, it's okay, Tilly.

I'm sure the lieutenant
has a good explanation

- for keeping that a secret.
- Hugh...

There's no time.

This cuff will let me treat you
while you're in the chamber.

[Lorca on PA] We are about
to face the most difficult challenge

we've ever attempted.

Today we stare down the bow
of the Ship of the Dead.

The very same ship
that took thousands of our own

at the Battle of the Binary Stars.

When I took command of this vessel,

you were a crew of polite scientists.

Now I look at you,
and you are fierce warriors all.

No other Federation vessel
would have a chance of pulling this off.

Just us.

Because mark my words,
you will look back proudly,

and tell the world you were there
the day the U.S.S. Discovery

saved Pahvo
and ended the Klingon war.

Long-range sensors detected
the power signature

of a cloaked Klingon vessel
entering Pahvo's orbit.

- Transporter room, stand by.
- [Lorca] Black alert.

- [computer] Black alert.
- Let's jump back to Pahvo.

[Klingon] My Lord.
It's the U.S.S. Discovery.

They've appeared
in orbit around Pahvo.

Their weapons are online.

So...

Starfleet sends their most-prized,
enchanted vessel...

to defend the planet...

Alone.

The humans are fools.

Prepare to drop cloak and fire.

We will storm her decks...

execute her crew...

and take her storied weapon...

for our own.

We will destroy this hideous planet
Pahvo and its transmitter...

This war will be ours!

[man over PA] Astrometrics to bridge.
Requesting sensor priority...

[Tyler] These pattern simulators
mask our human life signs.

[man] Locking on.

Got it.

Sir, Lieutenant Tyler
and Specialist Burnham

have beamed aboard
the Klingon vessel.

Excellent.
Detmer, evasive pattern lambda ten.

Let's keep the Klingons engaged,

so Burnham and Tyler
can plant sensors.

Gonna be a bumpy ride.

- Clear.
- Pattern simulators are online.

Our life signs are masked as Klingon.

- First drop is 600 meters this way.
- Let's get moving.

[computer]
Uplink to Discovery established.

Which way to the bridge?

Out this door. Down that passage.

[Tyler] One down, one to go.

[beeping]

[Klingons chattering in Klingon]

[transmitter beeping]

I'm detecting a human life sign onboard.

No intel on Kol pointed
to a potential Federation prisoner.

If we can rescue one of our people,
we have to.

Burnham,
we can't deviate from the mission.

The life sign isn't far from the bridge.
Just the opposite side.

Might provide us a location
to wait out the jumps.

I have to bring everyone home.

Mm-hm.

You have 60 seconds to crack that,
or we proceed to the bridge.

Let me try.

Hi.
Spent seven months in a Klingon prison?

[Burnham grunts] Admiral.

[phaser powering up]

It's you.

[Tyler screaming]

[gasps]

Admiral, I'm Specialist Burnham.
Can you move?

I can't feel my legs.

Tyler.

[shouts]

[Burnham] Tyler.

Here. I'm here. I'm here.

[Tyler whimpering]

- Here, come on.
- [Cornwell] Is he injured?

He was a victim of Klingon torture.

State your mission,
Specialist Burnham.

[sighs]

Lorca dispatched us
to install sensors on this ship,

so we could break the Klingon cloak.

I've treated patients
with PTSD symptoms.

He's in shock. He's not gonna be
of any help to you anytime soon.

[whimpers]

- I have to go to the bridge.
- You're leaving?

I don't have a choice.

Here.

Discovery will beam us out
when the time comes.

Tyler, can you hear me?

I'm gonna see this mission through.
I meant what I said.

Everybody comes home.

[rumbling and phaser fire]

[in Klingon]
Sharper! Anticipate her moves!

[computer]
Uplink to Discovery established.

[Saru] The second sensor is online.

Standing by to receive data
when the Klingon vessel cloaks.

- Then let's make it happen. Black alert.
- [computer] Black alert.

Mr. Rhys, fire torpedoes
when we come out of the jump.

Our people are onboard,
so, just a scratch.

Aye, captain.

Give them a little taste
of what Discovery is capable of.

What is it doing?!

[in English] What is it doing?

[Klingon] My Lord, the Federation ship
has vanished without a trace.

So, this is Discovery's fabled power.

[rumbling]

Cloak us at once.

[Rhys] The Ship of the Dead is cloaking.

Right on schedule.

[Saru] The sensors are transmitting
the cloaking frequency.

Commence jump sequence.

[Airiam] Engaging spore drive jumps
in five...

four... three...

- two...
- Two...

- one.
- I love you.

Go.

Our sensors have begun
transmitting the data.

Keep it up, Stamets. Finish these jumps,
we'll have what we need.

Heart rate is 182.

- How many jumps do we have left?
- Ninety-six more.

[Cornwell]
Tyler, you need to focus on my voice.

You're safe.

Burnham will return shortly.

What you are experiencing
are the effects of past trauma.

I know it doesn't feel like it,
believe me.

What you're seeing is just a memory.

- You are right here with me.
- Make them stop. Make them stop.

They didn't break you then.

So, they are not gonna break you now.

Normal breath in, slow breath out.

Good. Keep that up.

[woman] Jump 59.

Jump 60.

Jump 61.

Jump 62.

[computer beeping rapidly]

How we doing, lieutenant?

There's a clearing in the forest.

That's how they go.

[woman] Jump 63.

Engineering to bridge.
We have to abort.

We have 70 jumps left.

[Culber] His sinoatrial node is firing
at over 200 per minute.

Call it off now.

Keep him alive
till he finishes the jumps.

- Trillions of lives are at stake.
- [woman] Jump 64.

That's an order, doctor.

[Culber] Administering digoxin.

Two-point-four cc's.

I love you, too.

[woman] Jump 65.

My Lord, sentry reports signs
of possible sabotage.

Sector 37, near the burial chamber.

L'Rell.

She must have escaped.

Find her, and cut off her legs.

She will be dealt with
after we leave this place.

Engage the warp drive.

[Klingon 1] My Lord?

[Kol] This display from the Starfleet ship
is part of a ruse.

I do not intend to let myself be fooled.

Engage the warp drive.

[Klingon 2] Intruder alert!

General Kol, I wish to talk.

Who is that?

You speak Klingon? Show yourself.

This device is a universal translator.

An example of human ingenuity.

All I see is another attempt by humanity

to rob us of our identity.

It proves our desire to communicate.

Is that why you're here on my ship,
Starfleet intruder?

You are Kol.

You took T'Kuvma's place.

And have you come here
to take the place

of the human that this belongs to?

I see that it holds value to you.

Makes for a useful object
to pick my teeth.

- I thought Klingons were honorable.
- As if you understand honor.

Where is the honor of taking a ship
that doesn't belong to you?

[grunts]

You had no hand in the battle
that caused the war.

You were not here when T'Kuvma fell.

And how would you know such things?

Because I was here.
I'm the one who killed T'Kuvma.

[thud]

[sighs] Lieutenant,
we're about to have company.

Tyler. There's only so much I can do
when I can't move my legs.

[phaser powers up]

[yells]

For the love of God, get up.

Burnham is in danger
and she needs your help.

You killed T'Kuvma?

Then this belonged to your captain.

[Burnham] Her name
was Captain Philippa Georgiou.

I regret that my actions that day
locked our people into this war.

While I thank you for it.

My rise to power would not be possible
if not for the assassination of T'Kuvma.

Lock her up.

Once I return with the slayer
of their messiah,

what remains
of T'Kuvma's torch-bearing fools

will have no choice but to fall in line.

If you are to capture me,
then prove your worth.

T'Kuvma defeated the woman
whom that belonged to.

Do me the same honor.

[laughing]

I accept your challenge, human.

[grunting and shouting]

[Klingons laughing]

[shouts]

[panting and wheezing]

[Tilly] Three...

two...

one.

Jump protocol complete.

Number One,
how's that algorithm coming?

Computer estimates five minutes
until data analysis is complete

- and we can break through the cloak.
- We're sitting ducks.

I'd jump to safety,
until the cloak's penetrated.

Why aren't they firing?

They're thinking of leaving. I would.

We won't go,
till we have Burnham and Tyler.

[grunting and shouting]

[yells]

[Burnham grunting]

Your death will secure my place

as absolute ruler
of the Klingon Empire.

[yells]

Got it. Algorithm is ready.
We have their cloaking signature.

Transferring
to transporter room control.

Bring them home, Number One.

Locking on. Discovery to Tyler.
Ready to transport.

Tyler to Discovery. I have two
to transport. Burnham's on the bridge.

- We'll pull you in first.
- [Tyler] I'll get you out of here.

Is victory to be mine so easily?

[Saru]
Burnham, prepare to transport.

No, it's not.

And neither is this.

[yells]

Sir, Lieutenant Tyler
and Specialist Burnham

are safely back aboard,
along with Admiral Cornwell,

who's been injured,
and a Klingon prisoner

- who's been taken into custody.
- An extra prize.

Right.
Load all available photon torpedoes.

- Target the enemy ship.
- Target acquired, sir.

We can see them.

And fire.

Admiral Cornwell's
emergency medical shuttle

has successfully arrived
at Starbase 88.

She is currently undergoing surgery.

I'm told
she'll make a total recovery.

Excellent news.
Make sure to send her my best.

The planet of Pahvo is safe,
the cloak-breaking algorithm

is being refined for fleet-wide use
as we speak,

and will be transmitted
on a secure channel to you

in just under 11 hours.

The sooner, the better.

There are reports
of cloaked Klingon vessels

advancing on our borders, and on you.

The war is not won yet,

but you have increased the likelihood
of a victory for Starfleet.

- Despite your unorthodox methods.
- I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

Now it is time for Discovery
to return to safety.

Report to Starbase 46.

You will find that your accomplishments
have not gone unnoticed.

Starfleet Command would like
to award you

with the Legion of Honor.

I look forward
to congratulating you in person.

[computer] Transmission ended.

[man over PA] Cadet Decker,
please report to the Ready room.

[door beeps]

- Looks like you cleaned up nicely.
- Dr. Culber.

You want to come in?

It's gone. The Ship of the Dead.

The planet of Pahvo is safe.

We did that.

No. You did that.

So, thank you
for not giving up on me back there.

I need to know something.

You put on a facade.

Like everything
that happened to you just washes off.

I actually envied that about you.

But when you saw that Klingon...

Who is she to you?

I think you already know.

You were her prisoner.

Yeah.

Her name's L'Rell.

She's the reason
I've had nightmares every night

since Captain Lorca
and I fled her ship.

She's also the only reason
I'm still alive.

Two hundred and twenty-seven days.

It only took one to realize
I wasn't gonna make it out alive

unless I made a choice.

What did you do?

I survived.

That... That Klingon...

was more than just my captor.

She was my torturer.

One who took a particular...

interest in me.

And I saw a way out.

A way to live past day one,
day ten, day 20, day 97...

I encouraged it.

Her sick affections.
Her obsession with me.

If I hadn't, I'd be dead,
like all the others.

And I got out.

I get to keep living my life.

But the thing is...

if none of that had happened,
I wouldn't be here.

On this ship. With you.

And that almost makes it... worth it.

Is that weird?

No.

I'm glad you're here, too.

You get to live your life,
the way you deserve to.

Not at war...

but at peace.

I found peace.

Right here.

They wanted to give me a medal
for leading the mission,

saving Pahvo,
if you can believe the irony.

- I told them to give it to you.
- That's, um...

not necessary, sir.

[Lorca] You made the jumps.
You risked everything.

None of it
would've been possible without you.

You did it so well,

the Klingons are on their way,
hell-bent on revenge.

Wish we could stay and fight.

Starfleet is ordering us back
to Starbase 46.

- Need me to jump?
- I'd never ask that of you.

You did enough.
We'll warp to Starbase 46. It's fine.

But the Klingons.
I'll do one more jump,

get the crew back to safety.
They've risked enough already.

If you're sure.

Thank you.

We're gonna win this war
on account of you.

After this,
it's a new chapter for Discovery.

You've opened the door
to a whole new era of exploration.

Data provided by the micro-jumps

will push us closer than we've been

to understanding the mysteries
of the universe.

No, captain,
I mean, only one more jump.

After we get back, I'm done.

Traveling the mycelial network

is like commingling
with the most abstruse blips

of our celestial existence.

I've seen these stars through a lens
no one else has access to,

and that has to be enough for me.

Because I need Starfleet's best doctors
to examine my condition

and figure out
what's been happening to me.

One last jump, then.

You've served the Federation honorably,
lieutenant.

Well, I'll always have you
to thank for the view.

[chuckles]

You ready?

What did you do to me?

Do not worry.

I will never let them hurt you.

[alarm wailing]

[computer] Command stations.

- Command stations.
- Soon.

Mr. Stamets?

- Shall we dock this weary vessel?
- Yes, captain.

There is a moon near Starbase 46,
and I understand they have

the most esteemed
Kasseelian opera house,

where they are currently performing
La Bohéme.

I could be your date.

Are you saying
you'll actually sit through that with me?

Just this jump.

And then I'm going to have a lot
of free time on my hands.

Let's go home.

[screaming]

- [Lorca] Talk to me, cadet.
- The computer is reading it

as an incomplete navigation sequence.

He's crashing.
I'm detecting white-matter hyperintensity.

What's wrong with him?
What's happening to his eyes?

So many.

And I can see them all.

Infinite permutations.

- It's... magnificent.
- [Culber] Paul.

- Paul!
- Ship-wide status.

Some structural damage,
but all systems are holding.

Mr. Saru, what am I looking at?

I... I'm not quite sure.

But I'm unable to confirm our position
using standard procedures.

Sensors are going haywire.

Where is our starbase?

Not where it should be.

[Lorca] Is that Klingon wreckage
surrounding us?

Captain...

I'm afraid I don't know where we are.