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[narrator]
Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

[man] All hail Her Most Imperial Majesty.

Mother of the Fatherland.

All hail the Emperor Philippa Georgiou
Augustus laponius Centarius.

[all] All hail the emperor!

You're a fugitive wanted for my murder.
You attempted a coup against the emperor.

Listen to me. I need you. You need you.

Your Georgiou is dead.

- She's a ghost.
- [Georgiou] Captain Burnham.

- You brought us a gift?
- [Burnham] Captain Gabriel Lorca.

That Stamets exploited the network
for his own gain. He corrupted it.

There's no difference between his network
and our network. It's just one.

That's why the damage is spreading.
Everything will be exterminated.

There's a clearing in the forest.

That's how they go.

I sent coordinates
to the emperor's ship.

[Saru] I'd feel better if Captain Lorca
were the one requesting a rendezvous.

- So would I.
- Acknowledged.

We'll see you soon.

You're sensitive to light.
Lorca is sensitive to light, too.

The Lorca I knew was my right hand.
I trusted him with you.

[grunts]

My so-called captain's not from
my universe. He's from yours.

[Lorca] One year.

Two hundred and twelve days of torture.

Of agony, my friends.

My followers.

But I have returned to give meaning
to your suffering.

Today is our day
we reclaim our Empire.

Long live the Empire.

Captain?

Welcome back, Commander Landry.

- They told us you were dead.
- And you believed them?

Not for a second, sir.

- Let's get you geared up.
- Sir.

Charon has ten battalions
of Imperial guards on station.

I don't know how you got here,
or how you got us all out alive,

but we should withdraw, regroup.
You have supporters on several worlds.

The emperor's ship
is where we need to be.

I have been to another universe and back.

You think I'd come without a plan?

- Clear.
- Clear.

[Landry] Stamets is gone.

Coward probably left
at the first sign of trouble.

All his research is still here.

I've known more than one Stamets,
and they both have one thing in common.

They love their work too much...

to leave any of it behind.

[grunts]

- Hello, Paul.
- [Stamets] Gabriel.

- I really hoped you were dead.
- You can't always get what you want.

- [phaser powering up]
- Hi, doc.

Ironically, I have to thank you
for helping me finish what I started.

After you sold me out
and ruined our coup attempt,

I was on Priors World recruiting allies
when the emperor caught up with the Buran.

As I beamed back to join the fight,
her torpedoes hit.

Luckily, so did an ion storm,
which caused a transporter malfunction.

[chuckles]

And...

- Know where I ended up?
- I'm still stuck on the "not dead" part.

A parallel universe.

The ion storm must've swapped
your transporter signatures.

To me, it was physics,
acting as the hand of destiny. My destiny.

The bioweapon you're developing,
show it to me.

Happily, sir.

[Eling] Sensors have detected
mass casualties on Decks 1 through 17.

He's come back from the grave
to stage a revolution

and that's the best he's got?

If he keeps doing that,
he'll reveal his location.

Then he's mine.

Emperor, I've seen
firsthand how he operates.

He can get inside your head.
Manipulate you.

- You think I don't know that?
- He is baiting you.

He wants you to come to him.
Let me contact my ship again.

They have no idea
they're flying into battle.

Please, Philippa.

I'm not Philippa to you.

But you are right about one thing.
He preyed on my sentiment.

My weakness for your face.
It will not happen again.

Take her to the brig.

Your choices have determined your fate.

[grunting and shouting]

- They'll find her.
- Take your men.

Bring Lorca to me alive.
I will kill him myself this time.

[Saru] Captain's log, stardate 1834.2.
Acting Captain Saru recording.

We are en route to the Terran Flagship,

having been summoned
by Specialist Burnham.

Discovery's spore drive
is operational again,

thanks to the full recovery
of our navigator, Lieutenant Stamets.

Yet, despite his best efforts,

the lieutenant was unable
to save Discovery's mycelium crop.

His fear is that his Terran counterpart
has already contaminated the network.

And if so,
the results could be catastrophic.

What do you wish to show me?

Less than 30 minutes
before we reach the Terran vessel.

[Stamets] Airiam flagged it.
An energy signature off the central orb.

It's mycelial.

This is what my counterpart
has been using his mycelium for.

- It powers their ship.
- As it does ours.

Not exactly.
We ride along the network with the spores.

That orb is pulling power directly out
of the network.

But I thought the network
could regenerate itself.

Typically, it does,
but this process is poisoning it.

It's spreading infection back up
into the system.

Without a fresh spore supply,
it'll get worse.

The Terrans must be aware of this flaw.
It's not sustainable.

[Stamets] I don't think sustainability
is their main objective.

It provides them with more energy
than I thought possible.

Enough to run their city-sized ship

and power weapons
that can destroy a planet.

- As they did on Harlak.
- How can a people be so short-sighted?

The Terrans are egotistical enough
to believe

that they can replenish this resource
before it collapses.

The other Stamets
must've been looking for a solution

when he got trapped
in the network with me.

If we don't stop them soon,
the contamination will be irreversible.

The network will continue
to deteriorate everywhere.

Here in this universe, back in ours,
across the entire multiverse.

And when it does?

Life as we know it will cease to exist.

Take this shipwide.

[panel beeps]

Hello, Philippa.

I've watched for years, you
let alien races spill over the borders,

flourish in our backyard,
and have the gall to incite rebellion.

Terrans need a leader who will preserve
our way of life. Our race.

Try as you might, it's clearly not you.

Even Michael knew that.

It was her great shame.

Well, it's indecorous of me
to share pillow talk.

To the rest, many of you know me,
some served with me.

To all, I make this offer:
Renounce Georgiou.

The Empire is dying in her hands,
but you don't have to.

Not today.

Michael Burnham is not to be touched.

She is integral to our future plans.

A future where we together
will make the Empire glorious again.

Got him. He's in the main labs.

Lorca does not control this ship. I do.

We take the fight to him.

[all] All hail the emperor!

[Owosekun] Don't shoot.

- [Georgiou] Where are your troops?
- We were ambushed.

How did you survive?

Lorca spared me.

- He said he wanted you to know...
- Know what?

That he was here.

[weapons powering up]

Hello, Philippa.

Did you miss me?

Light her up.

- Mr. Stamets.
- Containment field at 30 percent.

Twenty-five percent.

Five, four, three, two, it's down.

- Flash grenade.
- Cover!

Emergency transport.

[Lorca] You didn't warn me
she could do that.

- Please, tell me we can kill him now.
- [Lorca] That depends

if he can disable
an emergency-transport system.

I can. I can do that.

Good.

[Lorca] Set up a perimeter around
the throne room. Tighten the noose.

Burnham to Discovery.
Do you copy? Come in, Discovery.

[static over comm]

Burnham to Discovery.
Do you copy? Come in.

[static continues]

Discovery, do you copy?

Come in.

Please, come in.

Discovery here. We are receiving you.

- It's good to see you, Saru.
- You, as well, my friend.

It appears your situation has become dire.
Is the captain with you?

He's one of them. He's Terran.

He used us and the Discovery
to jump here to his own universe.

- It was his plan all along.
- [Saru] That's impossible.

We would have sensed something.
I would have.

That's why we didn't end up
at Starbase 46.

Lorca altered the coordinates
of my last jump.

How?

He got the data he needed from those jumps
I did around the Klingon ship.

All that was left was
to access navigation control,

and he can do that from his chair.

Lorca's staging a coup
against the emperor.

You have to abort coming
to the palace ship.

- Get as far away as you can.
- I won't consider leaving you behind.

Saru, he has no need for our crew.
He will kill all of you.

He might take Discovery to our universe
and bring the whole Terran fleet with him.

Not if the Terrans
have wiped out all life already.

They have created a super-mycelial reactor
on the Charon,

and it's destroying the network.
When it goes, it takes all life with it.

In all universes.

[sighs]

How do we stop it?

Lieutenant Stamets believes a direct hit
from our photon torpedoes

on their energy orb
would create a detonation large enough

to sever the reactor's connection
and allow the network to heal itself.

We're running simulations
to account for energy dispersal.

But?

There's a containment field
protecting the orb.

- Our weapons can't penetrate it.
- Leave the containment field to me.

Stay at warp, so you can't be boarded.

I'll find a way to signal you
when I'm in place.

Be ready to blow up the reactor when I do.

Burnham out.

- You believe in destiny now, Mr. Stamets?
- That's, uh, rhetorical, right?

Your lack of vision disappoints me.

I used to suffer from that, too.

But nothing that's happened
to me was an accident.

Not ending up in another world.

Not finding a ship
that would help me return here.

None of it.

I'm living proof that fate is real.

Speaking of which,
we've reached the tipping point

where your usefulness to me is outweighed
by the risk of keeping you alive.

I mean, I'm never gonna trust you.
Honestly.

The living core of the mycelial network.

It's poetic justice, don't you think?
Scientist destroyed by his own creation?

Just kidding.

I hate poetry.

I'm getting word of
an unauthorized ship-to-ship transmission.

That'll be my Burnham.

Hello, Michael.

Judging from your communications hack,
you're somewhere on the third deck.

Where precisely, I can't tell,
but no matter.

I'm not gonna hunt you down.
I'll wait for you to come to me.

- What makes you think I'd do that?
- Because you belong here.

- With you?
- In the real world.

I know that's hard
for you to see right now,

- because you're blinded by your emotions.
- The only thing I was blinded by was you.

I know you understand
that I had to lie to you, Michael.

To get home.

Just like you know that the Federation
is a social experiment doomed to failure.

Childish idealism.

Every species, every choice,
every opinion is not equal.

No matter how much they want it to be.

The strong
and the capable will always rise.

Like you and me.

And every living being is safer
and happier knowing their place.

That's why we have a duty to lead.

Like what you did that day
at the Binaries.

Stay with me.

Stay here and help me bring peace
to this world through strength and order.

The right way.

There was no one else like the other you.

What she and I set out to achieve
was gonna be remarkable.

Then I met you.

And the truth is,
your gifts... far surpass hers.

I see you, Michael Burnham.

I see your power.

And I'm offering you a future.

I have since the day
I brought you onto the Discovery.

Take it.

She rerouted the feed
and disabled the carrier address.

She could be anywhere.

She'll come.

How did you find me?

My bracelet makes
my life signs undetectable.

[Burnham sighs]

This is your sanctuary.

Considering the situation,
it made sense you'd come here.

I should have known.

Lorca seduced you, too.

Why would you say that?

He broadcast it for everyone to hear.

Why else would he protect you?

Lorca believes destiny brought me to him.

But he doesn't get
to tell me what my future is.

I'm responsible for forging my own path.
We all are.

- My Philippa taught me that.
- This...

belonged to my Michael.

Now Lorca has taken everything from me.

You lost a daughter.

An empire.

I lost a captain...

and a life.

Both versions of me
betrayed both versions of you.

I won't let that happen again.
And I won't let you die again.

So, that's what happened
to me on your side.

I'm gonna stop Lorca.

I see why he is so enamored with you.

You almost make me believe you can do it.

I will do it.

For what he's done to me.
For what he's done

to all the innocent people
who have stood in his way.

And for the loss of life to come,
if no one stops him here.

Today.

What is your plan?

Disable the orb's containment field.

Those controls are in the throne room.

How will you get to them?

By giving Lorca exactly what he wants.

[Stamets] We have a problem.

We knew the orb harnessed exotic energy
by blocking the flow of the network,

but we didn't know that all those
mycelial spores packed in together

created hypergravitational
and magnetic fields, too.

Even a blast from photon torpedoes
won't be enough to free it.

We'll have to create a chain reaction.
Overload it with potential energy.

What do we have that harnesses
that kind of power?

Our harvested spores.

They hold enough energy
to power us across galaxies.

We should modify our warheads
by loading them up.

How much of our spore supply
would we need to use?

All of it.
We won't be able to jump back home.

We need to get in close for a clear shot.

The orb is in the heart
of that superstructure.

I don't think we could outmaneuver
a blast like that if we're that close.

[Tilly] I just ran the simulations.

Our shields aren't strong enough

to protect us from the energy wave
that will be released.

The shock wave will incinerate us.

I don't think we can make it out alive.

It is well-known...

that my species has the ability
to sense the coming of death.

I do not sense it today.

I may not have all the answers.

However, I do know that I am surrounded
by a team I trust.

The finest a captain could ever hope
to command.

Lorca abused our idealism.

And make no mistake,
Discovery is no longer Lorca's.

She is ours.

And today will be her maiden voyage.

We have a duty to perform.
And we will not accept a no-win scenario.

You have your orders. On your way.

[all] Aye, captain.

We've executed her lords
and senior officers, sir.

The rest of the crew
are swearing allegiance to you.

Good.

I was thinking about everyone
who's ever said

that victory felt empty
when it was attained.

What a bunch of idiots they were.

[laughing]

[communicator beeps]

She's here.

[Lorca] Michael.

What's this about?

I won't let another crew die on my watch,
Gabriel.

I've been here long enough to know

that if you want your claim to the throne
to be legitimate...

you have to execute the emperor.

And you're prepared
to condemn Philippa here to death?

What you said on the shuttle yesterday...
was right.

She's not my Philippa.

[Lorca] That's very Terran of you.

You and I both know
that I have her now.

- What are you really bargaining with?
- I think you know.

In exchange for my crew...
I offer you me.

Let them leave safely, and I'm yours.

Like you said,

my future is here.

But know this,
I'm offering you my mind, nothing more.

[Lorca]
Till you've completely settled in...

I'm sure you understand.

[phaser powering down]

Well, it looks like you are destined
to be betrayed

by Burnhams in every universe.

No.

I'm destined to kill you.

Oh.

That would certainly
be an impressive trick. [chuckles]

Welcome home, Michael.

Captain was right.

- [Stamets] What about?
- "Do not accept a no-win scenario."

There may be a way out of this after all.
I've reanalyzed the simulations.

Now, if we blow the reactor core,

the resulting explosion
will be pure mycelial energy, right?

Right.

Right, but not just an explosion.

According to this,
the mother of mycelial shock waves.

If we can stay right on the leading edge,

we can ride it long enough
for the energy to activate the drive,

- and then you can navigate us home.
- But, um...

The ship's shields still
aren't strong enough to protect us.

Unless we modify the spore drive
to run concurrently with the warp drive.

The resulting warp bubble may provide
a secondary layer of protection.

A shield from the blast.

If I reverse-engineer the coordinates
that Lorca used to get us here,

I should be able
to pinpoint the right pathway to take.

And that will get us to the same point
in our timeline, or at least close to it.

There'll be infinite pathways opening up.
That's gonna be really...

"Hard" is the word you're looking for.

But I don't accept no-win scenarios.

Thank you for your inspiration, cadet.

Now, please, inform the captain
of your findings.

Looks like we may be going home after all.

[Bryce] Message from the Charon.

We're advised it's safe
to drop out of warp.

The message has
Burnham's security code on it.

- Lieutenant Detmer, drop us out of warp.
- Yes, captain.

Captain, we're being hailed.

It's Lorca, sir.

On-screen.

Mr. Saru.

It's good to see you.

I'm glad I got a chance to say goodbye
to you and the rest of the crew.

I want you to know that my admiration
for you was and is sincere.

When I look at you, I see

a formidable unit of soldiers
that I sculpted.

If I thought for a second
that any of you were capable

of relinquishing this cult-like devotion
to the Federation,

I'd enlist your skills today.

We are not interested in your sentiments.
Where is Specialist Burnham?

[Lorca] She's fine.

You don't die today
because she chose to stay by my side.

I'd like to hear that from her.
You're not reliable.

I'm where I need to be, Saru.

This is my place.

That is all I needed to see.

[grunting and shouting]

Fire!

- Keep your eye on that containment field.
- Aye, captain.

Give Rhys a clear shot.

- Yes, sir.
- [Saru] Let's go, people.

[grunting and shouting]

Wait.

Stop.

- Don't make me have to kill you.
- You won't.

We would've helped you get home
if you had asked.

That's who Starfleet is.

That's who I am.

- That's why I won't kill you now.
- [Georgiou] But I will.

[dagger slices, Lorca groaning]

We...

We could have...

It was a good plan.

Burnham did it.
The containment field is down.

- Beam her back. Now.
- I can't get a lock. I'm working on it.

Work faster.

You fought well.

For a moment...

I thought I had her back with me.

[metal clanging]

Lorca's troops.

I will buy you some time.

I am a defeated emperor.
They've seen my neck.

I have no future now.

But I will die on my feet,
as fitting my station.

Go, Michael Burnham.

Find a way home.

Live.

Burnham to Discovery.

- I've got her.
- Get her out.

She's onboard.

- Black alert.
- Aye, captain.

[alarm wailing]

[computer] Black alert. Black alert.

Lock weapons onto that ship.

The Terran ship is targeting us.

- Now or never, Detmer.
- Aye, captain.

What the hell are they doing?

Is the containment field up?

- [Rhys] Locked on, captain.
- Fire.

Aye, sir.

- Warp speed. Now.
- Yes, sir.

Ambient mycelial energy is interacting
with the drive.

- Cadet Tilly?
- Levels looks good.

- Engage the spore drive. Now.
- Aye, captain.

[Stamets]
It's working. The network is regenerating.

Heat shields at maximum.

[Stamets]
The pathways are bifurcating too quickly.

I don't know where to go.

The network is a gift. It's the thread
that weaves life through space.

I can't even find my way out.

Follow the music, Paul.

Open your eyes.

[opera music playing]

Wait. It's the clearing in the forest.

Thanks, Hugh.

Tilly...

Reboot the system
and find out where we are.

And when.

What have you done to me?

Captain, celestial patterns
and subatomic analysis confirm

we are in our Alpha Quadrant.

Ah.

But we overshot by nine months.

Mr. Bryce,
send a transmission to Starfleet.

- Inform them we have returned.
- Aye, captain.

Mr. Rhys, update our tactical map.

- I need to see the status of the war.
- Aye, sir.

[Bryce] Captain, there's no response
from the Federation to our signal.

Not even an automated one.

What does that mean?

[Bryce] War map on-screen, captain.

[Saru] If the map is to be believed,

it appears...

the Klingons have won the war.