All language subtitles for Star Trek_ Discovery 1x11 - The Wolf Inside

Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

- This is not our universe.
- We are in a parallel universe.

One governed by the Terran Empire.

They're ruled by a faceless
emperor with absolute authority.

Most places and ships from
our universe exist here.

Same goes for people.

We could meet another
version of ourselves?

Lieutenant Stamets is nonresponsive.

No way he can get back into that cube.

He's contained for his own safety.

His adrenals are spiking uncontrollably.

____

Closing in on the cockpit.

It happened again, flashes
of memory. Worse this time.

It appears the Klingons
have transformed you.

- Into what?
- You're not you.

We're not the first ship from our
universe to find ourselves here.

U.S.S. Defiant.

We find out how it did make
it over, could be our way home.

Captain Burnham will be returning
to the Shenzhou with me as bounty.

Whatever you do...

whatever this place makes you do...

whatever happens to you, or me...

however we change, I
am here to protect you.

Harrington to engineering,

I'm still working on that
electrical malfunction on deck 12.

Acknowledged.

Deck 11, section 6 is
reporting the same problem.

- Think I've got that bulkhead operational.
- Understood.

Make sure manual controls are routed

to emergency operational systems.

- The forest.
- Hold on a minute.

The forest.

The forest.

The forest.

The forest is dark, but I
can see him through the trees.

The trees.

The trees.

The trees.

I can't rest here. Not really.

My eyes open...

and it's like waking from the
worst nightmare I could imagine.

Even the light...

is different.

The cosmos has lost its brilliance.

And everywhere I turn...

there's fear.

Captain.

I have come to perform
your daily ablutions.

What is your name?

A... A slave has no name.

It's been two days.

But they're already inside my head.

Every moment is a test.

Can you bury your heart?

Can you hide your decency?

Can you continue to
pretend to be one of them?

Even as, little by little, it
kills the person you really are?

You're all guilty of malicious
thoughts against your emperor.

By order of the sovereign Terran Empire,

I hereby sentence you to death.

Energizing.

I've continued to study their
ways, read all that I can.

It's getting easier to pass.

Which is exactly what I feared the most.

You can never be one of them.

We're all human here.

We all start out with the
same drives, the same needs.

Maybe none of us, no matter what
world we're from, really know...

what darkness is waiting... inside.

Thank you...

for this.

You remind me of everything good.

Of what I want my world to look like.

My first year at the academy,

I was terrified of open space.

I could fly anything, no sweat,
but I dreaded putting on that suit.

Until I remembered the tether.

They're mandatory the first few
times a cadet goes out in an EV and...

they link you back to what
you know, what you love...

help you stay strong, even
as you head out into that...

terrifying abyss.

And that's you.

You're my tether.

You bring me back.

You did it before we were stranded,
and you're still doing it now.

We're done here.

Go check on my prisoner.

This looks good, Saru.

I'm gonna call you Saru, in
honor of a respected friend.

Yes, Captain.

Incoming transmission
from the I.S.S. Discovery.

Captain Tilly, Sylvia.

Computer, accept transmission.

- Is this a secure channel?
- Low band, zero traffic.

I'm alone, Tilly.

I have Mr. Saru.

Hang in there, friend.

Is your status unchanged?

Yes, sir.

I've accessed the classified files,

but the data's too massive
to decipher from here.

The Terran firewall is impenetrable.

I'm unable to transmit intel
off-ship without being detected.

An oppressive regime is,
by nature, a fearful regime.

I'm afraid you must devise a workaround.

The data concerning the U.S.S.
Defiant's entry into this realm

is our last best hope at
forming our own plan of escape.

So I take it Lieutenant Stamets'
condition hasn't improved?

I'm afraid not.

I will find a way.

Oh, uh, one last question,
immaterial to the mission.

My kind are few in our universe.

I had hoped...

Have you encountered
any Kelpiens onboard?

No, I haven't, Saru.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, not at all.

It was merely a personal curiosity.

Stay safe, Michael.

And be wary.

Culber was her friend and colleague.

She deserves to know the truth.

The news that we are dealing
with an intra-vessel homicide

would distract Burnham
from her vital mission.

The circumstances surrounding
Dr. Culber's death are...

difficult to process.

Even for me.

I hate seeing him like this.

If Stamets killed Culber, he
may be a danger to all of us.

He only escaped because the
containment field was disabled.

Culber probably lowered it.

Who could stand to see the
person they love in a cage?

- Perhaps that was his fatal error.
- Stamets didn't kill anyone.

Are you suggesting there's a
murderer running free on our ship?

No, I'm saying that this...

This is not Paul Stamets.

I've analyzed scans of
his neurological function.

Hyperactivity of white
matter in his brain

has increased at an alarming rate.

Redirected blood flow almost
exclusively to the frontopolar cortex.

Rendering all other segments of
the brain essentially nonfunctional.

This wasn't a murder. This
was an unfortunate consequence

of an addled mind trying to
reach beyond a cloud of confusion.

We are losing him, Commander, and fast.

The lieutenant's health is in
the hands of our medical officers.

Medicine isn't working.
This is a spore issue.

Which means no one is more
qualified to treat him than I am.

Please?

Let me bring him back.

Incoming hail.

Captain Maddox of the Imperial
Flagship seeks an audience.

Acknowledge.

Michael Burnham in the flesh.

Then it's true. The
emperor will be pleased.

Not as pleased as I am to
have reclaimed what's mine.

I'm sure.

The emperor has a mission.

- Your first dip back into the fray.
- I'm up for the challenge.

Imperial intelligence has uncovered
the location of the Fire Wolf.

The Klingon leader of the resistance.

Who's marching witless alien
insurgents to their inevitable deaths.

His base is on Harlak. I'm
sending you the coordinates now.

- Your mission is simple...
- Terran General Order Four:

"Any exotic species deemed a
threat to the Imperial Supremacy

"will be extinguished
without prejudice. "

Kill them all. The emperor commands it.

Tactical, prep photon
torpedoes for launch...

Do not anticipate me, Number One.

- Captain, we have our orders...
- No.

I have my orders.

You've all grown soft in my absence.

You think it was easy tracking
Lorca, bringing him back here alive?

We could kill the Fire
Wolf and his followers,

and lay waste to their
operation from above.

Or we could get our hands dirty.

Prep a landing party. I'll
infiltrate the rebel base myself.

And return with the
intel we need to bury

the resistance once and for all.

Sync and corrections by: kDragon
www.Addic7ed.com

Star Trek Discovery
S01E11

You have to do it.

Give the order. You
have to wipe them out.

But I can't send hundreds of rebels
to their death to save myself.

What about your crew? The Federation?

Our universe. Be a massacre by Klingons.

Sometimes the end
justifies... terrible means.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

I fear that your suffering
has influenced your judgment.

I will find a way to get
what we need to Discovery.

But in the meantime, lives
are hanging on my command...

here and at home.

And this rebellion
against the Terrans...

it's an unshakeable union of species.

Klingons, Vulcans,
Andorians, Tellarites.

It's the closest to a
Federation this universe may see.

- What's your point?
- That a Klingon leads the alliance.

A Klingon.

They rally behind him.

If we can walk away from this

with the means to successfully
negotiate with the Klingon race...

that's real hope for
finding peace at home.

Please, sir.

I no longer have my pips,
but I'm still Starfleet.

Don't force me to slaughter
this coalition of hope.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not...

seeing things clearly.

All right, no landing party.

You insist that you and
Tyler beam down alone.

I can't risk your true
agenda being exposed.

Hurry back, please.

Navigation tech,

He called me "Captain. "

I didn't think much of it at first.

Save that it had a
pretty sweet ring to it.

Then we came here to this
universe, where I am captain.

You hypothesized that Mr.
Stamets began receiving glimpses

of this alternate plane

- that preceded our physical arrival.
- Yes. Um...

This... scan represents the tardigrade's

neural activity when
he first came to us.

Do you see this?

Micro patterns in the
frontopolar cortex.

Some sort of undetermined and
seemingly ancillary activity.

Neurons firing nowhere, or
so we thought at the time.

This is Stamets today. Micro patterns
are a symptom of mycelial travel,

but what we hadn't considered
then was that they could also be

a neuronal link.

A kind of internal transdimensional
portal to this universe.

Or, theoretically, any dimension
accessible via the network.

Now that segment of the brain is
consuming all of the organ's resources

to keep the portal open.

We need to restore function
to the entire brain. Like this.

And what organism can symbiotically

contribute to the health of its host?

Spores.

Stamets is inside the network.

In order to reclaim his neural function,

we need to put the network inside him.

Proceed, cadet.

Think about this.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

Better dead than one of them.

Just follow my lead.

Energize.

The rebel encampment is...
500 meters from this point.

Why can't we see anything?

They don't want you to.

No, no, no. To them, we're the
enemy. If we fire, it confirms that.

- They have us pinned down.
- I have a plan. Hand me your phaser.

I seek an audience with the
one you call the Fire Wolf.

We come in peace.

Against the orders of our emperor,

we come to deliver a message. A warning.

With me.

Active camouflage.

This is how the Fire Wolf kept the
base secret for nearly two years.

You're the Fire Wolf.

We finally meet.

I am Voq.

Son of none.

My spies told me you were dead.

I must admit, we rejoiced at this news.

The old Michael Burnham is dead.

I'm the new Michael Burnham.

One who's betraying her kind.

Risking her life to save you.

The new Michael Burnham.

Are you not the Butcher
of the Binary Stars?

There are two sides to every battle.

With a single savage order,

you executed thousands of my
kind, establishing yourself

as the figurehead of Terran
cruelty. Do you deny those actions?

I cannot.

But it is not who I want to be anymore.

Then I am happy to relieve you...

I understand your urge to fight.

The only way that you can see
me, determine my true intentions.

But I do swear to you,

every moment that we square
off wastes precious time.

The emperor has
discovered your location.

I had orders to enter Harlak's
orbit and destroy your base.

Try it. The resistance
will fight to the death.

I think we can help each other.

I want something from you. In
return, I will save your followers

and ensure the longevity
of your resistance.

Your emperor would never
sanction such an act of mercy.

No. But my emperor will be satisfied

when I strafe Harlak
with photon torpedoes...

following the safe
evacuation of your people.

I cannot place their
lives in human hands.

Not without absolute certainty.

Bring out the Prophet.

Master Sarek sees all.

His wisdom pierces minds.

If you truly come in peace,
he will find it in your heart.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

You've proven that you're as
accomplished as any Vulcan,

which is gonna serve you well.
As long as you never forget...

that you're human, too.

To the charge of mutiny,

- how do you plead?
- Guilty.

- How can it be?
- Sarek.

- What do you see?
- I see a world...

bursting with potential,
a child molded by wisdom,

and a seemingly impossible
depth of human compassion.

She means us no harm.

If the Prophet deems
your motives to be pure,

then even I am not
headstrong enough to argue.

Prepare to evacuate. Leave no
trace for prying Terran eyes.

Wait. I told you, I
wanted something in return.

You have earned that right.

You lead this group of
vastly different species.

A Klingon,

whose pride of honor is eternally
fused with his identity as a warrior,

stands side by side with a Vulcan,

who cannot possibly comprehend his need

for aggressive emotional expression.

And a willful Andorian looks
to you not with hostility,

but with allegiance.

I need to know how.

How have you come to compromise
and embrace each other?

The light of Kahless
guides me in all things.

____

____

But the light of Kahless
demands that you honor your race.

Yet here you are speaking
in a foreign language.

Placing your faith in the
cultural customs of others.

I am here. I have survived only
on the shoulders of my comrades.

____

____

____

____

____

The humans seek Klingon extinction.

They have denied us our
rituals, our language.

That is why I fight.

The Terrans will not stop until
all of their enemies are destroyed.

A Terran enemy is a Klingon friend.

So you are united by
the common adversary,

but does that union not contradict

your drive to defend the
Klingon honor at all costs?

Klingons stand together, and strong.

It is only with our own houses in order

that we can begin to invite others in.

____

____

____

____

Tyler, no!

Tyler, stop!

Who are you? How do you
speak our forgotten tongue?

No. No.

So the darkness of a Terran soul
can now suppress a Vulcan mind-meld?

No. My guard has attacked
you against my orders.

- You dishonor yourselves, even in death.
- Wait.

I told you Captain
Burnham meant us no harm.

I stand by that assessment.

Impossible. Her man tried
to assassinate the Fire Wolf.

I do not claim to understand
his motives, but hers are pure.

She is an outsider.

Like us, she...

seeks escape from this world.

To reclaim hope.

Equality, peace.

It is only in sparing her life

that we, too, will see
the fight of another day.

Tell me what needs to be done.

Then be gone.

You have one hour to
flee with your lives.

My ship waits in Harlak's orbit.

But I do need to prove that
my mission here was successful.

Shukar.

The location of each of the rebel

listening stations within this quadrant.

By the time your crew
have deciphered our code,

we will have rendered
the intel inactionable.

Thank you...

for your wisdom.

I will thank you only
after we reach safety.

Burnham to Shenzhou. Two to transport.

Have it analyzed.

It contains data to bring
the rebellion to its knees.

Tell tactical to prep those torpedoes.

But I'll give the order to
fire weapons at my discretion.

My apologies, Captain.

I'll be in quarters.

Tyler, you're with me.

The laser photon emissions
are comprised entirely

of exotic matter found
in the mycelial plane.

And when that matter integrates
with Stamets' own neural materials,

it should restore his
cognitive function.

A scientist saved by his own specimens.

The veins and muscles of the universe.

Fungi are the only organism

with the biological aptitude
to link death with life.

His heart rate is accelerating.

That is, uh, an expected side effect.

That big brain of his is
doing some heavy lifting.

Okay, there. The neural patterns in the

temporal lobe are returning
to baseline. It's...

It's working.

Remarkable.

Your comprehension...

of the astromycology

behind Mr. Stamets' findings is...

Well, I'm impressed.

Enough that you'll recommend me
for the command training program?

Enough that if we ever find
our way back to a universe

that has a command training program,

I will consider it.

Heart rate is dropping. He can't
sustain this level of exertion.

We're nearly there. Come on, Stamets.

Redirecting the brain's
resources has affected

the autonomic nervous system functions.

This is your captain.

We need emergency medical
assistance in engineering.

No, no, no. I'm administering
something to restart his heart.

If we disengage him from the network
now, we will lose him altogether.

We already have.

Please stand back.

Please, Saru. Order them to stand down.

Computer, emergency
reaction cube access.

Access granted.

Clear.

Again.

And again.

Tell me the truth.

Right now. What is happening to you?

- Michael, please.
- I have had your back.

I've saved your life.

I've loved you.

You didn't just jeopardize me,
you jeopardized our mission.

Our entire crew back on Discovery.

The captain warned us we'd do things

- out of our nature to survive.
- No! We were surviving.

It was under control.
And this erratic behavior,

it's not because of this new universe.

- I saw it onboard the Klingon flagship.
- Stop.

- Please, stop.
- In the worker bee,

when you could barely
complete a simple mission.

You said I was your tether.

Ash, I need one, too.

What are you hiding from me?

I feel something for her. L'Rell.

A reverence.

An allegiance.

Maybe an affection.

And when she speaks, I'm forced
to listen. And her words...

they tell me who I am.

____

____

She brainwashed you.

- She wanted a spy aboard Discovery.
- No.

More than just mind games.

More than torture!

There are masses of scar tissue

surrounding all of your organs.

They opened up your limbs. As far
as I'm concerned, you're not you.

They reduced a Klingon body...

...to human.

I don't...

I don't think I'm Ash
Tyler, Starfleet lieutenant.

Not really. Not anymore.

- You're not making sense.
- I feel him inside me.

- His thoughts. His pain. His rage.
- Who? Who? Who?

I tried to shut her out when L'Rell spoke
the call. I resisted by thinking of you.

The one I wanna be human for.

The one I love.

I tried, Michael.

But then I saw him.

Face to face.

Down on that planet.

I couldn't fight it anymore.

I remember now.

I remember it all.

We needed to infiltrate your ship.

Learn your secrets.

You were willing to betray your
captain to protect your people.

I sacrificed my body
and mind to protect mine.

I have the human's face,
but inside I remain Klingon.

- Klingon?
- I remain Voq.

Son of none.

The torchbearer.

No.

You're Ash Tyler.

We're gonna get back to Discovery...

and sit with Dr.
Culber, and he's gonna...

Dr. Culber saw past this body, into
the heart and mind of a warrior.

Which is why I killed him.

What?

A necessary casualty.

I need to contact Saru.

I don't want to use this.

I will.

You.

You killed my lord.

Your lord?

T'Kuvma was a beacon.

A messiah to unite us.

Deliver our race to dominance
over a submissive galaxy.

I bet the humans hail your bravery.

Did they praise you

after you martyred his name?

You've lost your mind.

You fought like a coward.

Scratched at my eyes.

But you could not blind me to the truth.

I didn't testify to that.

It's you.

You were there...

on that bridge.

I remember.

I failed T'Kuvma that day.

I won't fail him again.

____

He made an attempt
on the captain's life.

- Captain.
- I'm fine.

Understood. I'll alert
the transporter room.

Officer Tyler's swift execution

will send a valuable
message to the crew.

I know that you valued
his service, but...

Terran Law is binding.

Of course.

So ordered, Number One.

I'm so sorry.

I hope wherever you are...

he's with you.

Hello, Paul. Ready to get to work?

I so hoped you would find your way.

Officer Ash Tyler, you are
guilty of the attempted murder

of an Imperial Captain.

By order of the sovereign Terran Empire,

I hereby sentence you to death.

Your prisoner, Captain.

You have anything to say?

Kahless, give me light to see forever.

Wait.

This one dies by my own hand.

Have Lorca delivered to my ready room.

I'd like to soothe the
blow of Mr. Tyler's betrayal

with a private interrogation.

She should have let me die...

- with honor.
- No.

We are stranded in a
cruel, anarchic world,

but we are still Starfleet.

And we still live and
die by Federation law.

No matter how heinous your crimes.

And if she had,

Burnham's mission aboard the
Shenzhou would remain incomplete.

The Terran Empire's classified
data on the U.S.S. Defiant.

Our key to finding a way home.

Lieutenant Ash Tyler, as acting
captain of the U.S.S. Discovery,

I hereby remand you to the
brig to await a tribunal.

- We need to leave this place.
- Not yet.

In time.

But my mission was successful.

And what if Commander Saru
can't isolate the data?

What if the route Defiant
took is not available to us?

Where would we run to if we were

exposed before the entire Terran fleet?

Look, I know this is hard for you.

I know you'd...

come to care for...

Tyler.

I don't think I can
survive this place alone.

You're not alone, Michael.

We will survive this place... together.

Captain, we're detecting a
power signature within orbit.

It seems another vessel
is targeting Harlak.

The rebels haven't
completed their evacuation.

- Grab Lorca.
- Aye, Captain.

Who is it?

Why can't we see them?

Hail the commanding officer.
Tell them to retreat.

Now!

All decks, brace for impact.

Impulse drive is showing
intermittent shorts.

Incoming transmission. It's the emperor.

Captain Michael Burnham.

You've been away too long.

Though I can't say the
same for your prisoner.

I do not appreciate having to
warp my way across the quadrant

to clean up your untended mess.

When I give an order,

I do not expect to be ignored.

Don't you bow before your emperor?