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Previously on Star Trek: Picard…

Until the auto-repair heats the ship,

why don't we find you somewhere
where we can light a fire?

What do you want?

A chorus of thoughts
to drown the gnawing silence.

But from you? I'll settle for your ship.

Poor Agnes Jurati. Left behind again.

You felt it too. Didn't you?

Connection.

You've impressed me.

-Laris, last night… I was--
-You.

Nothing has to change.

It's too late for that, Jean-Luc.

-You lost someone.
-We're getting him back.

And losing him was not your fault.

What I want is to try
to figure out how to fix the timeline.

You want Immigration
and Customs Enforcement.

If you don't get to "crystal ball"
before he's transferred… No paper trail.

Adios, Captain.

I was given coordinates

to this place to find a Watcher.

-Guinan.
-Yeah?

I was told I had three days
to stop something critical

that will change the future forever.

A safe galaxy is a human galaxy.

You can't do it.

That's unexpected.

You're looking for a Supervisor,
otherwise known as a Watcher.

They see themselves as guardian angels.

Laris.

Recommended vector--

Houston, this is Shango.
I'm reading a 1202 alarm up here.

Stand by.

We're getting word
of a Russian satellite collision.

Orbital debris heading your way.

-Where are we?
-My apartment.

Better place for a chitchat
if you get disagreeable.

Laris, how did you get here?

"Laris." There's that name again.

Did Q do this?

What's a "Q"?

You don't know, do you?

Is that what you really want?

-You're not Laris.
-No.

My name is Tallinn.

Pleasure to meet you.

Houston, I'm going to try an engine burn.

See if I can't nudge
this bucket of bolts out of the way.

Negative, Shango.
Counter thrusters are off-line.

-What?
-Brace position.

I've been sent from a future time.

Yep. Well, I don't like time travelers,

-whoever you are.
-But my name is Jean-Luc Picard.

Impact in three…

two… one.

Boom. You're dead.

Why is everything stuck today?

Take a deep breath. It's okay.

Launch is in three days.

It's just some jitters.

Like others in my profession,
I have a singular purpose.

I have devoted my entire being
to protecting one individual.

A single string in a grand tapestry
to which I'm not privy.

There is a divergence coming.

Something that alters the future I'm from.

It's possible either you
or the person you are protecting

is of great importance to that future.

Interesting.

Because that person, Jean-Luc Picard,
is apparently your ancestor.

Alone, but not lonely.

Silence so loud.

Voices carried everywhere
on invisible strings.

But what he doesn't know…

It was totally a UFO!

Mmm.

Computer, intercept local
cellular tower frequencies.

Voice pattern not authorized.

Mmm.

Computer, intercept
local cellular tower frequencies.

Voice pattern not authorized.

Computer, intercept
local cellular tower frequencies.

Voice pattern not authorized.

Computer, intercept local
cellular tower frequencies.

Channel open.

Would you like
to place a call?

Yes, I would.

The La Barre France Constabulary, please.

National Police.

Help!

A woman is being attacked!

There are screams coming
from the Picard vineyard!

Come quickly!

Stay in place,
an officer is on the way!

I got him.
About a minute in that direction.

We can have Jurati lock on
and transport him out of there.

If we beam him out
in front of a dozen eyewitnesses,

who knows what effect teleportation
might have on the 21st century?

Time travel rules?

We're about to lose Rios forever.
What the hell is wrong with you?

We'll get him out alive in a way
that doesn't screw up the timeline

even more than it already--
Give me the tricorder.

You're being too careless.

And you're being too goddamn careful.

Raffi… please.

400 meters out.

Look, I get it. You're angry about Elnor.

-About Gabe--
-Don't.

I know you.

You need a target.
You wanna set your feet and fight.

-And all you wanna do is run away.
-That's right.

Because something that's not moving
is vulnerable.

Nobody move!

Back in your seats and stay there!

Highway Trooper 7-3-5.
Requesting immediate backup.

Pedro, right?

You and the others be ready.

Be prepared guys, move fast!

Shut up!

Maybe we all get home today.

Don't try anything stupid!

I think my friends
have already taken care of that.

I said shut up.

Ah!

Rios!

This is a very bumpy century,
but I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Somebody's gonna start
missing this bus at some point.

-We need to get out of here, fast.
-Come through.

Go. Go, go, go.

Go. You're here? Elnor?

Wait, ma'am, you all right?

Yeah, of course-- Of course I am--
Go. Go. Go.

So, now what?

Well, just… like you said.
We're vulnerable.

We need to keep moving.

I've got your back, you got mine, right?

Pedro?

Nice work.

It's a good hit.

Rios, let's go.

You say this is your profession?

I was chosen for service as a Supervisor.

Supervisors?

Kirk's Enterprise crossed paths
with a human called…

Gary. Gary Seven.

He too was recruited by superior beings
as an agent who would, in your words,

"protect the tapestry of history."

And sometimes that means
protecting a single thread.

Tell me about Renée.

All our futures depend on it.

Let's visualize.

I want you to be kinder
to yourself, Renée.

You should know that I abide by one rule.

I watch but am never seen.

I've never met Renée.

She taught herself to be an expert sailor.

Learned in the South of France,
where she grew up.

And that was by age ten.

By age 11, it was chess,
fluid dynamics and Cantonese.

University at 16,
then a couple of years as a test pilot.

Those were nail-biters.

NASA couldn't wait
to get their hands on her.

She sounds remarkable.

She is.

That's not to say
that she doesn't have her struggles.

There's a melancholy.

Sometimes anxiety, sometimes depression.

It's a shame for a mind
that can burn so brightly.

Depression in a human can be debilitating.

She's maybe lucky to survive.

That's the problem.
I'm not sure she is surviving it.

I'd say to myself,
"Are you ready for this,

or are you gonna choke when they need you?

Because lives depend on it."

The Europa Mission launches in three days.

The Europa Mission was a pioneering
spaceflight in my history.

Quite frankly,
I'm not sure she'll be on it.

What do you mean?

I'd be brutally honest.

This is a therapy session.

Mandatory psych evaluation
for the Europa Mission.

And you monitor it?

-This is private.
-Is it?

Here's the relevant part.

It feels like… nothing matters.

I start going numb.

And that scares me.

I don't know if it's my gut or…

just plain fear.

Fear does not have to be
your enemy, Renée.

Fear can be your friend…

telling you that, perhaps,
you are not ready.

Stop.

He's talking her out of it. Why?

Something's off here.

I need an angle on the doctor.

That's not a therapist.

That's Q!

He's using Renée to change the future.

To understand
the true potential of the human genome

is to envision a future free from disease.

Imagine, if you will, I am a god.

And as I look down at humanity,
I see them at a crossroads.

Will they evolve toward enlightenment?

Or will it be a divergence into darkness?

How'd it go, Dad?

Shit. That bad, huh?

You didn't do the "humanity
is at a crossroads" thing?

I did.

Didn't take.

Kore, my child.

If I could encapsulate all the knowledge
I've gained through the years,

from life experience and careful study,

into a single pearl of wisdom for you,
it would be this.

People are idiots.

Picture a world free of genetic defects.

If I had the power to nudge us
in the right direction,

isn't that my responsibility?

Someday soon, you'll get to step
into the outside world

and meet some morons up close.

I promise.

How soon?

I'm almost there.

So, what if we discovered
that precious key

to unlocking our perfection?

How far are you willing to go?

When I can finally go outside…

I wanna learn to swim.

I wanna see nothing
but sunlight hitting the pool.

Breathe the ocean air.

I'll do anything
to make that happen.

Dr. Soong.

You were running genetic experiments
with a privatized military organization,

Spearhead Operations,

-on soldiers.
-Ex-soldiers.

Unmonitored, unregulated,
illegal experimentation.

For a greater good!

You don't understand.

This genetic defect
means the smallest speck of dust

will ruin my daughter's
respiratory system.

UV light from the sun
turns her blood to poison.

She's confined to her room.
She has no life.

Adam, breaking the Shenzhen Convention
has serious consequences.

I'm doing this for our children.

We have no choice but
to revoke your license and your funding.

You are not to engage in any further
research relating to genetics.

What?

What the hell?

Q?

Leclerc to Dispatch,
following up on the vineyard call.

No activity. The house looks abandoned,
but I'm checking it out.

I hate the countryside.

This can't be real…

Help me.

Are you hurt?

-Alone?
-Hurry.

-Hello?
-They're coming back soon.

-I hear you.
-I can't see you.

Follow my voice.

My hero.

Nicotine addiction…

I can help you with that.

No! No!

Doctor Soong, I presume?

Hacking into my network
was a cute little trick.

So was teasing me with data
that was mysteriously specific

to the exact problem I'm trying to solve.

Well, thank you. I worked hard on that.

Do you have any idea how many crackpots
contact me about my work?

I get everything
from basement-dwelling Nazis

to rich heiresses who want me
to clone their fucking cats.

Let me be clear.

That's not what I do.
So, don't waste my time.

Oh, I wouldn't think of it.

Seems that I have, uh, taken time
for granted of late,

and now she's threatening to abandon me.

See? Right there. Crackpot talk.

I'll be leaving now.

Uh, Dr. Soong, in 17 seconds,
you're going to take a seat.

How do I know? You drove an hour
to meet a total stranger.

Not for mystery or intellectual curiosity,
but because you're a father…

and you're desperate.

There. Seventeen seconds.
Right on the tick.

If you know that much about me…

you know I'll kill you if I think
you're a threat.

Yes. And that's what I like about you.

Who the hell are you?

I am the evolution of stardust.

I'm the gentle flutter of a butterfly.

I am Death, destroyer of worlds.

And I'm also a big fan of your work,

and a visionary who knows how important
you are to the future of this planet.

-What do you want?
-This meeting is about what you want.

What I want will come later.

She doesn't have much time, does she?

-It's none of your concern.
-What a sad, sad irony.

A geneticist whose daughter
has an incurable genetic disease?

Sunlight burns like fire.

Air turns to acid.

Nothing, nothing is incurable.

Well, you have neither the time
nor the funding to prove that theory,

but you do have this.

Analyze it.

If you like what you see, give me a call.

Then maybe you can help me
with something that I might want.

If Q is so all-powerful,

why not just snap his fingers and make
the Europa Mission ship disappear?

I don't know.

Or even Renée herself?

I don't know.

But if he's trying to change the timeline
by manipulating Renée,

then he's robbing her of the destiny
you were sworn to protect.

Okay.

Tomorrow she goes
into pre-launch quarantine.

Once she does,
it's pretty impossible to back out.

So, we need simply to stop her
from quitting for next 15 hours.

I don't suppose you've any sedatives?

We can't do that.
She has to go to the gala tonight.

What gala?

It's a big party before all the astronauts
go into quarantine.

Attendance is mandatory.

Lots of press, meeting donors.

So, we attend this gala, we cover Renée.

We monitor her state of mind
and isolate her from potential threats.

We should rendezvous with my crew.

They may have gear on the ship.

I think you're mistaking me for someone
who takes orders from you.

I know you protected her for 24 years,

but you need to be strategic about this.

We need to help each other.

We're stronger together.

Agnes.

Agnes, I have a surprise for you.

Agnes.

I don't want to start without you.

Agnes.

Agnes, it doesn't have to be like this.

-You and I at odds.
-What did you do?

I'm helping you.

Bullshit.

All right, I'm helping us.

Please. Don't.

Be quiet, darling.
This doesn't concern you.

-Let him go.
-I could take his body.

I need it. But it's you I want.

I said, let him go!

You're alone, Agnes. In every timeline.

Every permutation,
in every reality of this universe.

You are utterly alone.

Stop talking.

That is your fate. Forever invisible.

But I could change all of that.

Imagine being loved completely.

Every thought and whisper
cherished and shared.

With our minds joined as one,
we could be more.

I am the only one in the entire universe
that has ever truly seen you.

This has to end.

Have it your way, Agnes.

I'm getting out of here.

If not with you, then with him.

It can't be.

It's stable.

How the-- How did he do this?

What's in it?

Food coloring, water, genetic stabilizer.

How did you find a breakthrough?

A colleague of mine
inspired me to try something new.

I've injected myself already.
It's perfectly harmless.

Dad… I trust you.

-Go slowly.
-Obviously.

I've almost got the hang of it.

It's just floating in motion.

Was my mother a good swimmer?

Like a duck.

Like a mermaid.

I think you'll find
there's any number of things

for which you're a decade or two
behind the ball.

Just be patient with yourself.

Patience implies time.

Can we just not think for an afternoon?

That doesn't sound like you at all.

Thought you'd be running around
the lab by now,

having me help you dissect and analyze
every step that went into this.

Don't be silly.
I just wanna take the win for once.

Dad, who is this colleague?

Kore?

Kore? Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

-Agnes--
-No, it's-- It's not my blood.

But…

…I think I just killed our only way home.

I had to do it.

She was killing him.

He's all right now.
I repaired most of the internal organs.

-Most?
-Yeah, his spleen's in a box over there.

I hated shooting her.

Organic tissue at the base
of the cerebellum, that's all it took.

She's as vulnerable as we are.

There are a few billion souls
who might disagree with you there.

I gave him something to erase the memory,
but we need to get him to his car.

Tell me about the others.

Can they be trusted?

No question.

We've been through
thick and thin together.

-There is no better bunch in the ga--
-Rios!

-You're twisting his back.
-It's okay.

-He won't remember.
-Is that your crew?

The people carrying a dead cop
out the door?

Oh, I'm-- I'm sure he's not dead.

And there's got to be some explanation.

Come.

Do you have the cure?

The real cure?

Not something that wears off.

Because if you do,
I'm a hostage to you, sir.

We're all hostages to what we love.

The only way to truly be free
is to love nothing.

And how meaningless would that be?

I have what she needs.

What do you need?

I have discovered of late
that I have certain limitations.

So I want you to remove
an obstacle for us.

Does the name Picard mean anything to you?

I know you said it was complicated,

-but are we gonna talk about your--
-Not now.

-No, but she looks exactly like--
-I'm aware.

-Doesn't it make you feel a little creepy?
-Yes.

Good talk.

What would it look like
if you were to leave the Mission?

Let's visualize.

What is Q playing at?

Well, there is now a very real danger

of Renée Picard
backing out of this mission.

And I think what we experienced firsthand
was the consequences of that.

The other timeline.

So no Europa Mission, no Renée, no hope.

Everyone hates everyone.

You're saying this great-aunt of yours
is single-handedly responsible

for preventing our future from becoming
a xenophobic tyranny?

-How?
-I don't know.

The history of this time period
is wildly incomplete.

The century leading up to first contact
was just rife with chaos.

All that's known about Renée
is she discovered a microorganism on Io

that she believed was sentient

and convinced the mission commander
to bring it back to Earth.

And none of that will matter if Q is able
to get to Renée and break the timeline.

Okay. So, we just need to make sure
Renée gets on that ship.

We are going to monitor
her every single move at this gala,

assess the threat, and guide her.

With an invisible hand.

We don't reveal ourselves or make contact.

It might feel like Q is playing with us,

that he is unpredictable and a threat.

Renée will be out in the open.

We have another problem.

We weren't invited.

Can't we transport in?

Well, it's not that simple.

This is
a maximum-security function.

Each guest is issued
a radio frequency invite…

Hi, there.

…that corresponds to a database
of their entire life history.

My technology can force one person
through, but only temporarily.

Once inside, facial recognition
takes over.

So, even if we could materialize
six people

in the middle of the dance floor,
we'd be busted immediately.

We can't transport in
if we're not in the database.

So we hack the database.
It'll take me two seconds.

I took Intro to Antique Coding in school.
I'll finally get to use it.

You can't reach it remotely.

They physically isolated
the database from the network.

Yes. "Air-gapping." It's primitive,
but effective. That was in my class.

So we can't hack it until we get inside.

Precisely.

Jurati will go in first,
infiltrate security,

and inject our ID's into the system.

You're sending in the roboticist,
not the ex-spy or the Ranger?

Yeah, all right. We get it.

Jurati has all the skills we need.

And I have a plan.

Huh.

Ma'am, can I see
another form of ID, please?

I've got eyes on Renée.

Five, four, three,
two, one, zero.

All engines running.

Liftoff. We have a liftoff.

Go again, Shango.

Main engine cut off. Unresponsive.

Let's roll it again, Picard.

Jurati?

Almost there. Hang tight.

Jamming the signal.
I don't have much time.

Something's up with the red dress
by the central fountain.

And be aware, she's talking to herself.

I think we have a party crasher.

Oh. Hello.

Why is she cuffed?

She's a trespasser.
Ramsay said to get her prints.

She's probably from Newport Beach.
We're gonna get sued.

It worked.

-I'm inside the surveillance room.
-Excellent.

Waiting for your signal.

Once I am gone,
you are alone.

Ow. What is this?

What's happening to me?

-What is that?
-Me.

Dying.

I'm part of you.

You didn't think you could let me
into your brain without feeling something.

No. No!

Do you like that gnawing nothingness?

Because it's never leaving.

Together,

we could be so much more.

We're nothing together!

You need me to get home.

You need me, Agnes.

How will you survive without me?

Captured on purpose.

Clever little plan.

Jurati?