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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

We are in a parallel universe.

We're not the first ship from our universe

to find ourselves here. U.S.S. Defiant.

If we find out how he did make it over,

it could be our way home.

What are you hiding from me?

I have the human's face,

but inside I remain Voq,

son of none.

Stamets is inside the network.

We need to put the network inside him.

Hello, Paul. I so hoped you would find your way.

He can't sustain this level of exertion.

If we disengage him from the network now,

we will lose him altogether.

I'm presumed dead,

and you're a fugitive wanted for my murder.

You attempted a coup against the emperor.

It's believed you escaped.

Captain Michael Burnham.

Don't you bow before your emperor?

Course confirmed to Imperial Flagship I.S.S. Charon

at classified coordinates.

Distance: 27 million kilometers.

Engaging engines at warp factor one.

Autopilot activated.

I received a transmission from Commander Saru

before we departed.

He managed to decrypt the Defia data

that we smuggled off of the Shenzhou.

The file has been redacted,

but there is some data on how

the Defiant crossed into this universe.

A phenomenon called "interphasic space".

But where that space is, the exact coordinates,

struck from the record.

All right, well, we just have to hunt down the original report.

If the complete archive's anywhere, it'll be

in the Imperial Palace, which is...

fortunately, where we've been summoned.

Some people would see that glass as half full.

I synthesized a custom analgesic

to numb your nerve receptors, as you requested.

It should help with the agonizers.

Much appreciated.

Listen to me.

You'll get the data we need on the Defiant,

and you'll get us out of there.

I know you will.

Burnham.

I need you. You need you.

What are you afraid of?

- Georgiou. - You mean, Emperor Georgiou.

Logic tells me she's not the woman that I betrayed.

But this feels like a reckoning.

Your Georgiou is dead.

She's a ghost.

Haven't you ever been afraid of a ghost?

Warp drive disengaged.

Imperial Palace secure perimeter detected.

I.S.S. Shenzhou shuttlecraft identity confirmed.

You are cleared to approach the Charon.

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You said there had been improvement in his condition.

Since restarting spore therapy,

Lieutenant Stamets' neural activity

has increased across all metrics.

Glucose and oxygen consumption is up significantly.

Beta and infra-low waves are off the curve. And...

I know it's subjective, but he really does look better.

I mean, just look at his skin... it's so dewy.

I admire your optimism,

but let us call this what it is:

- a coma. - We began this course of treatment

to reconnect him with his consciousness.

Something is going on in that head of his.

- We just need to let it happen. - It will need

to happen far more quickly if he's to help us get home.

Not much good came from the Defiant data.

If the captain and Burnham cannot unearth the coordinates

that tell us where the Defiant crossed over,

our spore drive remains our only way home.

And it remains inoperable

while Lieutenant Stamets is in that state.

Commander Saru, medical emergency.

Report to sickbay immediately.

Acknowledged.

Forge ahead.

Fix him.

Are you in there, Lieutenant?

Are you in there?

What is this?

Am I dead?

Is this the afterlife?

A... Are you some sort of narcissistic Virgil

leading me to judgment?

Yes, Paul.

You've been wrong about everything.

There is a God, and she's very, very mad at you right now.

I totally had you

for a second there... You can't deny it.

Ha-ha! You should've seen your face.

I mean... our face.

Hoo!

That was classic.

So... there is no God?

Well, you're still alive, so...

technically, who knows?

But if I'm not dead,

who are you?

You.

In my universe.

Nice to meet you.

Hey. This is my ship.

No. You're still in the mycelial network.

But it knows what's familiar to you,

and it's trying to make you feel at home.

Your comatose physical self is still on board

the real Discovery, but your neural energy

has taken a little detour.

Interesting. How did you get stuck here?

Like you, I'm an astromycologist.

I was conducting experiments in my lab

on the emperor's palace ship,

there was an accident, and my mind ended up here, too.

It seems we share parallel fates.

From what I can tell, my physical form

is also in a catatonic state on my vessel.

I was losing hope until you navigated

the mycelial highway for the first time.

I tracked your comings and goings.

I've been trying to make contact,

but I haven't been able to transmit more than glimpses,

images of my universe.

That explains what I've been seeing.

Visions of a palace.

Tilly as a captain.

I thought I was going insane,

but it was just you reaching out.

- Where's the exit? - Well, that's where you come in.

You're the navigator... Navigate us the hell out.

Let's get to my lab.

Maybe it's there.

What is that?

There's something wrong inside the network.

Something corrupted. You don't want to get

swept up in it... I did once and was lost for days.

Engineering is that way.

Let's go.

The enemy is here.

It's over there.

Welcome to our way out.

Lords of the Empire,

privileged guests,

all hail her most Imperial Majesty,

Mother of the Fatherland,

Overlord of Vulcan,

Dominus of Qo'nos...

Regina Andor.

All hail the Emperor,

Philippa Georgiou Augustus laponius Centarius.

All hail the Emperor!

Emperor, I present to you,

Captain Michael Burnham

of the Imperial Starship Shenzhou.

Captain Burnham.

A face I thought I'd never see again

in the flesh.

Choose one.

You should know what you're looking for in a Kelpien.

That one.

Move.

You brought us a gift.

Captain Gabriel Lorca.

Delivered to the emperor's justice.

And long overdue.

You think I'm gonna bow to you?

I don't bow.

Your life will be long, Gabriel.

And every single moment of it will be spent

in our agonizers.

A fair price to pay

for your vaulting ambition.

Take him to Brig C.

Only the finest for our new guest.

Let's go.

You could have died hunting that traitor across the universe.

I...

am so happy you didn't.

Let her rest a bit and have her at my residence by dinner.

Yes, Emperor.

There is so much to discuss.

Everything will be the way it was,

dear daughter.

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I don't know what else to do with him, sir.

He's damaged a biobed, wrecked our scanning array.

- Well, sedate him. - I have.

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Yes, that's Klingon.

Burnham said he claimed to be a Klingon,

but how could that be possible?

His genome matches the one we have

for Lieutenant Ash Tyler in our Starfleet database.

His brainwave patterns, however, are highly irregular.

Unless someone can tell me how they put a Klingon inside

a Starfleet officer's body,

I don't know how we can treat him.

Commander.

Commander.

Burnham, is she all right?

- She's fine. - Good.

Saru.

Help me, please.

Dose him again. Now, please.

The food is delicious, as always.

No one prepares Kelpien like the Imperial chef.

Here, have my ganglia.

You deserve a treat.

You're too generous.

Why would you leave me, then?

I gave you everything.

Best education, riches beyond imagination,

even your own ship.

I earned my command on the Shenzhou.

You were hesitant to use it back at Harlak.

Those rebels could have escaped.

I had to dispatch them myself.

I had it under control.

You've grown soft.

And you've grown cruel.

If you miss me, then say it.

Otherwise, let me be.

I thought you were dead.

Lorca's men are everywhere.

Even here aboard this ship.

If you had known I was alive, they would have known, too.

It would have been impossible

to ambush him the way that I did.

Never could tell when you were lying to me.

Fortunately, this time

I know.

You always tried to outsmart me, Michael,

even as a child. Why?

Was it the loss of your parents?

My attention to the Empire?

Or were you just built that way?

Why were you never satisfied?

I knew you had become Lorca's collaborator,

and you were conspiring

to kill me and take my throne.

Why did the two of you come back here?

Please, Philippa.

It's "Philippa" now?

Not so long ago,

it was "Mother".

Guards!

Take her to the throne room. Gather my council.

She is to be executed by my own hand for treason.

To map an exit

from the network, it's helpful to know

exactly where Discovery entered

as a way to get our bearings.

And once I know that,

we can hunt for the best path out.

Huh.

What?

The coordinates of our final jump aren't here.

Tell me why you're not useless?

Tell me why you can't stop clawing at your arm.

It's nothing.

It's nice to know I'm

a terrible liar in every universe.

Is that...

Armillaria ostoyae?

It's the network.

It's taking me over.

I've been here too long.

Paul.

Hugh?

Did you see him?

See who?

He was here th...

That must mean he's trapped, too.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

If you don't focus on the task at hand,

you'll get lost and we'll never escape.

Stop!

Captain Michael Burnham.

We have sentenced you to death

for crimes committed against the Terran throne.

Do you have any last words

before we collect our retribution?

At least you are showing some steel.

I do love you, Michael.

I would never grant

anyone else in the empire

the mercy of a quick death.

You don't love me.

You don't love me because you don't know me.

Before today, you and I have never met.

I am Michael Burnham, but I am not your Michael Burnham.

I'm from another universe.

I have proof.

It's in my pocket.

Lord Eling,

retrieve this proof.

Yes, Emperor.

That piece of metal contains

the quantum variance from my world.

It's subtle, but it's there.

There's absolutely no way to fake it.

It belonged to my captain.

It belonged to you.

Our bond, it seems, is strong enough to cross universes.

What a quaint concept.

Parallel universes.

Lord Eling, can you keep a secret?

Yes, Emperor.

Good. Clean this up.

Never speak a word of it to anyone,

and I'll make you governor of Andor.

Yes, Emperor.

This...

is from the United Federation of Planets...

...and, apparently, so are you.

You must want something.

Lieutenant Tyler is in distress.

He thinks he is a Klingon.

Then he has awoken.

I do not know what your people had planned for him,

but this cannot have been it.

You must be able to help him.

There is nothing to help.

Beneath that man's inferior carriage

is a devoted warrior

who has sacrificed everything

and T'Kuvma's chosen successor.

He will light the way for his race.

He will win this war.

I guess you didn't hear the news.

The Discove was thrown into a parallel universe.

Here, the war is over,

- and you lost. - Lies.

Look, I wish they were.

But the war and all your devious designs

mean nothing now.

All that remains is the suffering

of an individual I suspect you care for.

I do not know where your Voq ends

and our Tyler begins,

but they are both in jeopardy.

The question is...

will you ease their pain?

The one you call Tyler

was captured in battle

at the Binary Stars.

We harvested his DNA,

reconstructed his consciousness

and rebuilt his memory.

We modified Voq into a shell that appears human.

We grafted his psyche into Tyler's.

And in so doing, Voq has given

his body and soul

for our ideology.

If he suffers for that choice, so be it.

He accepted that suffering

in order to best the enemy.

That is what it means to be a soldier.

That is war.

Hugh?

Hugh?

Hi.

I wasn't sure if you'd come home.

All the other times I'd try to lure you from work

with dinner, wine...

Are you caught

in the network, too?

No.

I'm gone.

"Gone"?

You don't know, do you?

Paul, I'm so sorry.

But I died.

You have no reason to hold my captain any longer.

He shouldn't have to suffer for your Lorca's crimes.

Hmm, the captain may not be comfortable where he is,

but I am... for now.

Emperor, my ship and crew are here by accident.

All we want is to return to our universe,

but we need your help to do that.

You're interlopers from an alien army.

What reason from any universe would I have to help you?

Because you care for Burnham.

Despite her betrayal.

You said you loved her.

Your people are dangerous.

"The Federation".

I know it well from the Defiant's files.

There is a reason why they're classified.

"Equality".

"Freedom". "Cooperation".

Cornerstones for successful cultures.

Delusions that Terrans shed millennia ago.

Destructive ideals that fuel rebellions,

and I will not let you infect us again.

We just need access to the redacted information

about the Defiant.

We believe that it'll help us get back.

Share it, and you have my word you'll never hear from us again.

Those documents will not help you.

The Defia crossed here through interphasic space,

which not only resulted in a temporal anomaly,

but also had devastating cognitive effects

on every crew member.

They went insane.

They tore each other apart.

I am surprised

the same thing didn't happen to your crew.

We arrived here a different way.

- How? - An engine malfunction.

Warp engines do not breach

the barriers between universes.

Tell me what powers your ship.

Our ship jumped here

with its displacement-activated spore hub drive.

I would like to see this technology.

Let's make an exchange.

Your engine schematics for your freedom.

If I agree,

how do I know you'll let us go?

- Was your Georgiou a woman of honor? - Entirely.

Then you have no reason to believe I am not, as well.

Tyler broke free of his restraints.

This is what he did.

He is too violent for sickbay.

None of our doctors can help him.

I will ask you one final time.

Will you?

No.

Energize.

You have sealed

this being's hellish fate.

Human versus Klingon in one body.

That is war.

It can be undone.

But only my hands can tend to him.

Captain.

I'll take it from here.

Aye, Captain.

Tell me, Gabriel.

Where have you been hiding since the Buran was blown to bits?

With friends.

What friends do you have left?

The emperor rounded up all your loyalists from every corner

of the Empire.

We had to fill the aft hangar bay

with agonizer booths just to accommodate them all.

Yet here we are, just the two of us.

Feels like it's getting personal.

It is personal.

She was my sister.

This is DNA

from a Comtaxan parasite on Tonnata VII.

Doesn't mix well with ours.

Admit what you did.

Or what?

Gabriel?

You're alive.

I... I thought they were lying.

Chin up, soldier.

They kept asking us all if you were really dead,

and I said no.

I said no because I wanted to believe...

- What do you have to say? - About what?

My sister.

There are so many women.

It's good to be the captain.

Say her name.

Say her name

so I can spare your friend.

Just... just say it.

P... Please.

Leave him out of this.

It's between you and me.

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Brother,

give me strength.

Sister, give me family.

I saw you die.

I watched Tyler kill you.

I held your body in my arms.

I thought it was a dream.

I wish it were.

I remember your arms around me.

You made me feel safe. You always did.

Stamets, get out of there! This place

is quicksand... If we don't leave, we die.

Computer, play Kasseelian opera.

The aria he loves, the one I hate.

This won't change anything.

I don't want it to change.

I want it to be the way it was.

Please let it be the way it was.

This is perfect.

This was always my favorite time with you.

Did you know I loved you?

I don't think I told you enough.

You showed me.

All the time.

Tell me about your day.

It was awful.

My partner is dead.

My life's work has been a waste.

What I knew to be beautiful is hostile.

And the mycelial network is hell.

No, Paul.

You were right.

The network is a gift.

It's the thread that weaves life through space.

But it is in danger.

Yeah, we're in danger.

It's eating me alive. Well...

the other me.

Well, the other you deserves it.

In his universe, that Stamets

exploited the network for his own gain.

He's the one who corrupted it.

I needed you to follow me to warn you.

The damage is spreading.

Eventually everything, everywhere,

will be exterminated.

You have to save us by saving the network.

How? I can't even find my way out.

You're in a coma.

On the Discovery.

And the simplest way back is just to open your eyes.

I don't want to say good-bye.

It's never good-bye.

Isn't that what you've been trying to teach all of us?

Nothing in here is ever truly gone.

I believe in you, Paul.

I love you.

Follow the music, Paul.

Look for the clearing in the forest.

Open your eyes.

I'm back.

He did it.

He did it.

Oh, my...

Lieutenant, you're back.

He's back.

And he's leaving.

Lieutenant, I d... I don't think this is a good idea.

Do you know how long you've been out?

- Some things have happened. - I know about Hugh.

But I need you to come with me right now.

It's too late... The sickness

has already spread to our supply.

Please do not take offense, Burnham, but I would feel better

if Captain Lorca were the one making this request

for a rendezvous.

Trust me, so would I.

But he's locked up. His safety

depends upon your arrival.

Acknowledged.

I'm sending you the coordinates

to the emperor's ship now.

We'll see you soon.

The Federation, through and through.

They would never abandon you and your captain.

Rules to live by.

Rules to die by.

My sister loved you.

Say her name and beg for forgiveness.

I need to see my captain.

He won't survive your agonizers much longer.

He's suffering.

Let him. If your bond to me crosses universes,

then so does his treachery.

The Lorca I knew was my right hand.

I trusted him

with the empire's most sensitive missions.

I... trusted him with you.

I don't understand.

When I adopted you, you gained a mother.

But despite my constant guidance and affection,

something was still missing.

In Lorca, you saw a father.

Until you grew up

and it became more.

You're saying Lorca and I...

He groomed you.

He chose you.

I did choose you. But not for the reasons you think.

He told you that destiny brought you together.

Different universe, and yet somehow...

the same people had a way to find each other.

It's the strongest argument I've ever seen

for the existence of destiny.

He said he'd cross time and space itself

to take what was rightfully his.

Apparently the 133 jumps we've made filled in the gaps.

Extraordinarily fortunate coincidence.

You're sensitive to light.

Only compared to a human from your universe.

It's the singular biological difference

between our two races.

Don't die on me, you depraved bastard.

He needed me...

to get onto this ship.

You wouldn't have let him on otherwise.

I need you to live or I'm as good as dead.

You're right.

He needed me to get to you.

None of this was an accident.

My so-called captain's not

from my universe.

He's from yours.

Ava.

Her name was Ava.

And I liked her.

But you know how it is.

Somebody better came along.

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