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Report!

All sections reporting.

Numerous minor injuries, no
major structural damage.

Gordon, why the hell
aren't we out of here yet?

Working on it, Captain.

I'm transferring an updated
plasma distribution map

- to your console.
- Got it.

Looks like a big screen
saver, doesn't it?

Oh, crap. Everybody, hold on!

Major structural damage
reported in engineering, sir.

An explosion of some kind.

Lieutenant, I'm transferring
auxiliary power to your station!

Got it, sir!

Newton, what's happening down there?

Sir, we've lost both
quantum phase inducers

in the upper engine!

I need to divert all available power

- to the containment regulators now!
- Acknowledged.

Isaac's transferring
access to your station.

- Phase inducers are stabilized!
- Good work!

Oh, my God! Give me
a hand over here!

My leg!

Newton to bridge!

We have a crewman pinned
under a bulkhead!

We can't move him!

We need Lieutenant Kitan down here!

- Alara!
- I'm on my way.

Lieutenant, it won't budge!

Okay, step back, Chief!

Lieutenant!

Losing a crewmate is something that
every officer is always prepared for.

And many of us have felt
the pain first hand,

but you never get used to it.

Lieutenant Payne's death,

is a loss that is deeply
felt by all of us.

And we'll be forever
indebted to him,

for his sacrifice.

Now to deliver the eulogy

is Lieutenant Payne's friend
and commanding officer,

Chief Engineer Newton.

Hey, guys.

Thanks for coming.

Harrison was a great guy.

We met at camp the summer
after eighth grade

when he gave me the
Heimlich maneuver

after I accidentally
swallowed a wine cork.

Harrison and I went
through a lot together.

He was my best friend.

And it's fitting that
his last name was Payne

because he probably
died in a lot of it.

Which is exactly the kind of
thing he would find funny,

in case anyone was planning
on getting mad at me.

Anyway...

rest in peace, Harrison.

You were the best.

Alara.

How long have you guys
been standing there?

Long enough.

End simulation.

Alara, we know you're upset
about what happened.

But we also know, as you should,

that it's not your fault.

Yes, it is.

Not according
to the autopsy.

The first bulkhead
that collapsed

caused massive
internal injuries.

It's unlikely he
would have survived,

and if you had gone in there,
you'd probably be dead, too.

Well, we'll never know 'cause
I didn't even try, so...

You did try.

It was just too late.

And we could have lost our
chief of security, too.

But we didn't.

Because you made the
responsible command decision,

no matter how hard it was.

You don't understand. I froze.

What do you mean?

I was running towards him.

I was gonna grab the
fallen bulkhead,

but when the fire started, I just...
I froze.

I have no idea why. I just...

I've never been so
scared in my life. I...

Okay, okay, I understand.

But you're being too hard on yourself.

Lieutenant Payne's kids
probably have it harder.

His wife.

His parents.

Oh, hey. We have the
simulator at 3:00.

How much longer are
you guys gonna be?

Just give us a minute, okay?

- Oh, yeah. No, it's fine.
- Yeah.

Why even have reservations?

Alara, it might be helpful
for you to talk about this.

Reset program.

I don't think this is
a healthy way to...

Get out. Please.

Am I early?

Uh, it's a little short
for a condolence letter.

I know. I suck at these things.

I don't want to make
it sound too generic,

but I hardly knew the man, so
I-I just got nothing to go on.

Yeah, but look how you open it:

"Dear Mr. and Mrs.
Payne, I'm deeply sorry"

"for your loss".

"Your son was such a neat guy."

I mean, that's-that's terrible.

I'm not a writer, okay?

Yeah, well, w-why don't you say,

"Your son was a brave
and accomplished man,"

and then pull up his
personnel records

and put his résumé
into sentences.

Gordon, for God's sake,
the guy gave his life

in the line of duty.

Fine, go with "neat guy."

He was a neat guy.

It's not like I'm making that up.

Come in.

Captain, may I speak with you?

In private?

Yeah, sure. Um, Gordon, can you...

Go ask Kelly to write
the letter for you?

Yeah. Just have her
do, like, an outline,

and then I can fill it in later.

- On it.
- Thanks.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

What's on your mind?

Captain, I would like to submit

my official resignation.

What?

I am neither fit nor qualified
to be chief of security

aboard the Orville or
any other starship.

Look, I understand
you're feeling guilty

- about the whole...
- Lieutenant Payne died

because I was too
afraid to do my job.

No, he died because in
a crisis situation,

things happen that
you can't control.

Payne knew the risks
of this uniform,

- just like the rest of us.
- Captain, I could've moved

that bulkhead with one arm.

But I didn't.

Because I was scared.

Harrison is dead
because I was scared.

People seem to think

that being brave means
not being afraid.

The way I see it,

if you're not afraid, there's
nothing to be brave about.

Tell that to Harrison's parents.

You know, I remember

the day I came aboard the
Orville and I met you,

I was really skeptical.

I thought to myself,

"She's too young.
She's inexperienced.

"There's no way she can
run a whole department,

let alone security."

Well, six months have passed,
and I'll tell you this:

if I was being rushed
by an angry Moclan

who wanted to kill me,

the one person I would want
between him and me is you.

I do not accept your resignation.

- Captain, you don't understand...
- Alara.

What happened to you could
have happened to anyone.

And it has happened to many of us.

But... if this thing is really
gonna eat you alive inside,

I would suggest doing a
little psychological digging.

Find out why you were
afraid of the fire.

Talk to Dr. Finn.

Talk to your parents.

Maybe they can offer some insight.

Take any time off you need,

but you are still my chief of security.

I don't want anyone else.

Hear me?

Yes, Captain.

Dismissed.

Oh, sweetie, I am so very
sorry this has happened.

- Thanks.
- The thing is,

you knew this was a
risk when you decided

to pursue such a...
physical line of work.

- I know.
- Maybe this is a sign.

What do you mean?

I mean that maybe it's
time to come home

- and get your degree.
- Oh, God.

Dad, don't start with that, okay?
Please.

- Not now.
- I'm just saying it's possible.

Just because you're
a little slow

doesn't mean you can't get there

if you work hard enough.

A lot of intellectually
deficient people

find a place for
themselves here.

- That is the beauty of Xelayah.
- You know what?

Can we just have
one conversation

where you don't attack my choice

to join the Fleet? Please?

We just want what's
best for you,

and we feel the military
is beneath you.

It's what any parent would
say to their child.

Any parent on Xelayah.

You do realize that
there are planets

where a military career is
a very honorable thing.

The humans view it
with great respect.

Well, yes, the humans.

The hillbillies of the galaxy.

Dad, can you just can it
for one second, please?

That's not why I called.

I need to know why I got
scared of that fire.

Is there anything you
guys can think of,

anything that might
have happened,

maybe when I was a child?

Actually, yes.

It was late evening.

Your father was attending a
symposium at the university,

and I fell asleep in the living
room with you in my arms.

You were less than
eight months old.

The fire began in the kitchen

and then spread to
the living room.

They told us later
that it was due

to a surge in the
power generator.

It was your cries
that woke me up.

Almost as if you were screaming
to me that we were in danger.

The flames were all around us.

I climbed out the window
and got us both to safety.

And you never... thought to
mention this to me before?

Honestly, the whole
thing upset me so much,

I didn't like to talk about it.

And you were a baby.

You didn't even
remember it happening,

so what would have
been the point?

Oh, hey, settle an
argument for us:

Do I look like I've
put on weight?

Wait!

Captain.

I need you to relieve
me of duty right now.

Alara, we talked about this.
I thought...

Just trust me, I am not well

and I am going to check myself in

for psychiatric treatment
at the next Union outpost.

But until then,

I need to be confined to sickbay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

What makes you think
that you're not well?

I just saw a clown on Deck C.

What?

- A clown?
- Mm-hmm.

Like a... a clown clown?

Yes! And when I chased him down
the hallway, he disappeared.

I am obviously losing my mind.

I don't like clowns.

What is... a clown?

Big red 'fro. Lots of makeup.

Big ol' floppy shoes.

Scary as balls.

Wow, you're describing my mom.

Did the clown speak?

- No.
- Was it like a...

circus clown

or a hobo clown, or what?

What's the difference?

Hobo clowns are the most dangerous,

'cause they're hungry.

Captain, I really need to go to sickbay.

You know, usually when someone
has the presence of mind

to ask themselves if
they're going crazy,

it suggests they're not.

What are you saying?

I'm saying, let's check
the security logs.

Search Deck C logs, beginning
with time index 468.2...

the past 30 minutes.

I-I don't, I don't want to look.

- Wh-What do you see?
- I see the clown.

Ah, damn it, man! No, man!
Come on.

I don't believe it.

Go to Deck C, section 4.

Continuous time index.

That's impossible.
There's no other outlet

in that part of the corridor.

It just... vanished.

Then it was real.

Could it be an alien
life-form of some kind?

Internal scans confirm
that there was indeed

an unidentified human
on Deck C at the time.

What about now?

Negative.

Could he be... hiding
from the scans somehow?

Only one way to find out.

We'll divide into teams.

Isaac will remain on the
bridge and continue to scan.

All weapons are to be kept on stun.

We want the clown alive.

- Captain?
- Yeah.

I think it's only prudent
to caution everyone

to watch out for pies.

At this point, anything
is possible, so yes.

Pies, seltzer bottles,
balloon animals... be alert.

All right, let's go.

Check the cargo hold.

The lieutenant and I will
search the shuttle bay.

Lights on.

Clown?

I will check the upper level.

All right.

I apologize, Captain.

When he got ahold of my weapon,

he turned the
setting up to kill.

I didn't have time to lower it.

It's all right, better
the clown than you.

Isaac, do the scans
still read as human?

- Yes, Captain.
- I'm telling you,

there was nothing human
about this thing.

I should've been able to
snap him like a twig,

but he was strong.

Those fangs...

- Vampire clown.
- Shut up.

Captain, I recommend that we
take the ship to yellow alert.

Until we know what the hell is
going on, that's a good idea.

All right, notify the crew.

There's nothing else
we can do right now,

but in the meantime, everyone
stay on the lookout.

For what?

More clowns.

I wish I could have captured
that stupid thing alive.

Honestly, I'm almost glad you didn't.

I don't know if I'd want
to see it up close.

Kelly... what the hell is happening?

I don't know.

Everything in my gut is telling me

that we're dealing with
an alien presence,

but the scans don't lie.

Listen, I'm gonna shower and change,

but you feel like a
drink in the mess hall?

Yes. A drink sounds amazing right now.

Okay. I'll meet you there in 20.

Alara!

Alara, help me!

Aah!

What in God's name was that?

I don't know.

Were you able to get any scans?

No, sir. I was just trying

to get the commander
out of there alive.

Ed, what we saw was like
looking into infinity.

It's impossible.

It defies every law of physics.

Well, if it's impossible,

then it doesn't really exist.

And if that's the case...

there's something wrong with us.

You both saw it.

Saw it. Felt it.

Almost got swallowed up by it.

Doctor, these things
cannot possibly be real.

Is there a chance we're
dealing with some kind of...

collective insanity?

A... a brain virus of some sort?

Could somebody have put peyote
in the food synthesizers?

Maybe we're all
just really stoned.

Well, you all saw the clown.

On the monitor, at least.

But so far, only two of you

have had direct
physical experiences.

There is an alligator
in the cargo bay.

I successfully crushed
it with a chair.

Where did it come from?

I do not know.

Regardless, it is crushed.

- Doctor?
- All right. I'll do a brain scan

on each of you, just to be safe.

Take off your jacket and lie down.

This will take about 20 minutes.

Okay?

- Comfortable?
- Yeah.

Good.

Where's... where's your staff?

Everyone's at lunch.

All at once?

What if there's an emergency?

- Doctor?
- Yes?

What are the restraints for?

The brain scan requires a
high degree of precision.

It's easily affected by
the smallest movement.

I just want to make
sure you lie still.

I will. You don't need
to strap me down.

Hey, who's the doctor here?

You're wondering why you
can't break free, right?

Super-strong Alara Kitan

can't bust through
those restraints.

I had them quadruple-fortified
just for you.

Why?

- I'll be right back.
- What?

I just need to get
my instruments.

What?

Hey, Lieutenant.

Oh, Nurse Park.

Can you unlock these restraints?

Why are you in restraints?

Dr. Finn said I needed them

for the brain scan.

That doesn't make any sense.

Something's not right.
Get me loose.

- I don't... I don't understand this.
- What?

She must've changed the code.

Why on earth would she...

Claire!

Oh, my God, what are you doing?

Surgery.

Claire, what the hell
is wrong with you?

I understand what
you're feeling.

Nobody likes going
to the doctor.

But I'm here to make you better.

What? What are you doing?

The best way to get
accurate results

with a brain examination

is to go in through the
abdomen, up through the chest,

- and through the base of the skull.
- No.

No, Claire, this is insane.

Something's happened to you.

Just think for one second.

Help!

Someone help me!

Alara to Bortus.

Request security
detail immediately.

I'll ask you one more time.

Why did you kill Nurse Park?

Why did you try to kill Alara?

Why not?

Look, Dr. Finn, you're
obviously not yourself.

But if you ever want to see
the outside of that cell,

you'll tell us what
the hell is going on.

Did anything happen to
you that you can recall

prior to the killing?

Anything strange?
Did you see or feel

- anything out of the ordinary?
- I'm hungry.

Will somebody get me a pizza?

What kind of pizza?

No, she's not getting a pizza.

All right. Why don't you call us

- when you're prepared to talk.
- Captain.

Do you ever sit in your quarters

and look out the window?

Do you ever stop and watch

the darkness out there?

It's very, very dark in space.

Looks so empty.

But there are terrors
lurking all around us

in the infinite shadows.

You can't see them,

but they're there.

If you are attempting
to frighten us,

you have failed.

What are you talking about?

You have no idea...

...what's coming for you.

All right, I need answers,
and I need them now.

What the hell is
happening on this ship?

Scans show no record
of the vortex

Commander Grayson encountered,

nor were there any
anomalous readings

in or around sickbay.

That's not good enough.

We have clowns, we
have bottomless pits,

and our chief medical
officer has lost her mind.

Wait, what if we all died
in that plasma storm

and this is actually
some kind of purgatory?

How would we know we
were in purgatory?

What's purgatory even like?

- You ever been married?
- No.

- It's like that.
- Wait.

Isaac, what about
the plasma storm?

Is it possible that
it affected us

or the ship in some way?

How so, Commander?

I'm not sure.

This is gonna sound like
I'm talking out of my ass.

Then please try to enunciate.

No, it's a figure... Never mind.

Is it possible that the
damage to the ship

was more than just structural?

Could the storm have...

frayed some boundary

between reality and
something else?

Thoughts, maybe?

Your ass might be
on to something.

An interesting hypothesis.

I suppose it is not impossible.

Was anyone thinking about clowns

or bottomless pits
before you saw them?

Captain.

Where'd that come from?

Oh, my God.

They cannot be real.

Get it off!

Get it off! Get it off!

Get it off!

What the hell?

Isaac, how much of a risk
would it pose to the ship

to reenter the plasma storm?

There is considerable
risk, Captain.

It's the only lead
we have right now.

And it might provide a
clue to what's going on.

That storm nearly totaled
the engineering deck.

Perhaps we could fortify the
deflectors in some fashion.

Scanner log data could
give us a frequency window

for the plasma charges.

We could modulate the deflectors

to provide better protection.

However, it would not last long.

We have crew members trying
to murder each other.

All right, let's do it.

Alara, you and Gordon
report to engineering

and help Chief Newton get
working on the deflectors.

John, set a course back
to the plasma storm.

Push quantum drive to the limit
without breaking the ship apart.

Will do, Captain.

From this point forward, I
want everyone to carry weapons

at all times.

All right. Let's go.

You know, I'm not
gonna lie to you.

I'm pretty scared.

Join the club.

That spider was real.

I could feel its hairy
stomach on my face.

Oh, my God. What-what if
it laid an egg in my nose

and then my head swells
up with a big egg sac

and then it explodes and
all these baby spiders

- come rushing out of my brain?
- Gordon,

just don't think about it, okay?

Just let's focus on our jobs.

You're right. If
we start to panic,

we're in big trouble.

Believe me, I know.

Oh, hey, Alara, I didn't
mean it like that.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm just a little
freaked out, you know?

No, it's okay. I know.
I am, too.

Look, I know everybody's
been telling you this,

but... you know it wasn't
your fault, right?

What do we do?!

Run!

Okay, I quit. I quit right now.

I cannot work here anymore!

Gordon!

Kitan to anyone who can hear me.

Gordon is dead.

Kitan to bridge. Do you read?

Kitan to engineering.
Do you read me?

If anyone can hear me, there's
nobody on the bridge,

and we are approaching
the plasma storm.

I need to know if the
deflectors are ready.

Can anyone hear me?

Is there anyone on board?

Hello, Alara.

Oh, Isaac.

I've been all over the ship.
It's completely deserted.

Yes. I was on the bridge,

and I suddenly found
myself alone.

I came down to engineering

to determine the status
of the deflectors.

Me, too. We're headed straight
into the plasma storm,

and without the deflectors,
we're gonna be shredded.

Ship's power is
completely off-line.

However, the comscanners
are functioning.

Perhaps we can
transfer enough power

to access the main logs.

That might tell us what
happened to the crew. Do it.

Isaac, what the
hell is going on?

Why are we the only
ones still here?

I do not have any more data
than you at this time.

Perhaps the scanner logs
will provide a clue.

How long is the power
transfer gonna take?

I would estimate
approximately four minutes.

I watched Gordon die.

I am very sorry to
hear that, Lieutenant.

There was nothing I could do.

I couldn't save him.

We must remain vigilant

in case the alien creature returns.

Minimum systems online.

We will need to work quickly,

as the power supply is limited.

I never told you how he died.

I only told you he was dead.

How did you know
about the creature?

We do not have much time.

We must review all
the scanner logs

if we are to find out what
happened to the crew.

You didn't answer my question.
How do you know?

It's you, isn't it?
You're behind all this.

Don't make me use this.

It's set on maximum, and
we both know that's enough

to vaporize even you.

I do not believe you
would shoot me.

Believe me, you son of a bitch.

Now, tell me what's going on.

Where is everybody? What's
happening to the ship?

Foolish little girl,
you cannot stop me.

Soon, this ship
will run red with your blood.

Inner hull compromised.

Evacuate ship immediately.

Inner hull compromised.

Evacuate ship immediately.

Inner hull compromised.

Evacuate ship immediately.

Captain, we need to
shut this down now.

We have to stop this now.

Isaac, shut it down.

I am afraid we cannot

end the simulation at this time.

Isaac, look at her bio-signs.

Her adrenaline levels
are through the roof.

Isaac, shut it down, now!

I am sorry, Captain.

I do not have the
authority to do so.

Lieutenant Kitan has exercised

directive 38 in the
execution of this program.

No bare feet in the
engineering section?

- What does that have to do...
- No, 38.

Oh, 38.

Wait a minute, she exercised
directive 38 for this?

What does that mean?

It's an extreme crisis-only regulation

that allows the chief of
security on board a starship

the ability to override
all other clearance.

- Including the captain's.
- What in God's name for?

In the rare case that the
captain has been compromised

in some way... alien influence,

extreme drunkenness,
that kind of thing.

If they use it and they're
wrong, it's a career-ender.

And it's definitely not meant to
be used for something like this.

She was afraid we might
try to shut it down.

So what do we do now?

Lieutenant Kitan must
complete the program.

Inner hull compromised.

Evacuate ship immediately.

Oh, God, no.

- What...?
- Alara, are you okay?

What... what's going on?

What's happening?

You have successfully
completed the simulation.

Simulation? What are
you talking about?

None of it was real, Alara.

Wait, you mean I've been

in the simulator
this whole time?

Yes, you have.

Why?! Why would you
do that to me?

- We didn't.
- Well, then, who did?

You did, Lieutenant.

What?

Alara, do you remember
coming back to my office

after you talked to your parents?

No.

You told me you asked
your parents if there was

anything else they hadn't told
you about, aside from the fire.

They said no, but you
didn't believe them.

So you asked permission to
have Isaac create a simulation

that would help you uncover
any additional fears

that might be lurking
beneath the surface

so that you'd never be caught
off guard in a crisis again.

I tried to talk you out of it,

but you threatened to
resign against my wishes.

You asked to be subjected

to a variety of
frightening situations,

so I designed a program based
on inquiries conducted

with the crew, in order to
select a number of baseline

phobias with which to
populate the program.

The simulation began in the corridor,

right before you saw the clown.

But how did you...

A memory wipe.

If you knew you were in a simulation,

the fear wouldn't be real.

So you needed a
short-term memory wipe

to erase any knowledge
of the request.

It's a risky procedure, but
you told me it was essential

for the protection of
classified security material.

I ought to write you up for
lying to a medical officer.

Wait... so who's
afraid of clowns?

That's me.

You really are afraid of clowns?

Yes. Please stop
saying the "C" word.

- And the abyss?
- Heights. My phobia.

- What about the sickbay mess?
- That's me.

Scared to death of surgery.

I had a skin tag removed once...

total panic attack.

The spiders came from me.

I'm a bit of an arachnophobe.

Commander
Grayson cited a fear

of isolation, with which I
conceived the empty ship.

That just leaves
crazy, psycho Isaac.

You can thank Bortus
for that one.

Fear of being conquered
by a superior enemy.

I am feeling very
self-conscious.

May I leave?

Uh, sure.

Isaac, I-I guess I should say thank you.

You made it an order,
Lieutenant, I had no choice.

Alara, you invoked
directive 38 to prevent us

from shutting down the program
when it got too hot in there.

I ought to court-martial
you on this very spot

for the position you put us in.

We were really
worried about you.

Captain, I am so sorry.

I mean, I don't... I don't remember it,

but still, I'm sorry.

I'm letting it slide
because no one got hurt.

And also because you owned

every crisis Isaac threw at you.

Every insane situation
you were up against,

you handled like a
first-rate officer.

There should be no
doubt in your mind

that you are capable
of doing your job.

See you in the morning.

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