All language subtitles for Star Trek Strange New Worlds s02e09 Subspace Rhapsody.eng

Previously on Star Trek:
Strange New Worlds...

I'm calling to let you know that
we have chosen not to offer you

- a fellowship.
- CHAPEL: I've been trying to tell you

I just need some personal time.

I am having difficulty
watching you

experience such obvious
distress. I want to help,

but it would appear all that
I'm doing is making it worse.

- James?
- PIKE: You two know each other?

YMALAY: I have to insist
that you do not share

any of what you
experienced from this time.

Those events were never
supposed to happen,

and you were never meant
to be aware of them.

Neither was your companion.

I was wrong.

I don't deserve
you, but I'm asking,

will you forgive me?

?

UHURA: Communications
officer's log,

stardate 2398.3.

Traveling in the far edges
of the Alpha Quadrant,

we have encountered
an unusual phenomenon:

a naturally-occurring
subspace fold.

Lieutenant Spock
posits it could be used

to triple the speed of
subspace communications

in the sector.
But his experiment

requires so much computer power

that the rest of the ship
has to communicate...

Hailing frequencies open.

the old-fashioned way.

On it.

[overlapping comms chatter]

I'll route that right to you.

Pike to Uhura. Have you
hailed Captain Batel?

Hailing now, Captain.

I'll send her to your
quarters when I have her.

Transporter to Uhura.
Has the USS Farragut

confirmed Lieutenant
James Kirk's arrival?

Checking on that now, Commander.

CHAPEL: Medical to Uhura.

Is there a message
from Dr. Korby yet?

Just arrived. Standby.

SPOCK: Engineering to Uhura.

Are you ready to
continue our experiment?

Yes, Lieutenant, momentarily.

[bones crack]

You want to go to Crivo

for our first vacation together?

I know it's clich�...

And touristy.

Chris, I have
always wanted to see

the Crivian Planetary Museum,
and there are day trips

to the Glass Islands
and Smoke Lakes...

I know you love a lake.

What's wrong?

Uh, maybe the timing is bad.

I-I'm just not sure I
can get away right now.

Is there something you're
not telling me, Chris?

'Course not. No. Uh...

But let's just put
a pin in planning

for a few days.

Whatever you want.
I'll be here.

[comm chimes off]

UNA: Lieutenant Kirk's captain

sent a report in
advance of his arrival.

"Show him the ropes.

"Kirk's full of talent but
still has one or two issues

to work out before he
begins his commission."

Yeah. Punctuality being one.

[clears throat]

You have... an energy.

What? I'm just waiting
for our visitor to arrive

so I can run a security
clearance on him.

I'm aware, but you
came in here hot.

On fire.

It's making me sweat.

I-I'm fine. This is just
standard operating procedure.

Lieutenant Kirk! Welcome
back to the Enterprise.

Thank you, Commander.

No Sam? Thought he'd be here.

He's busy. We'll
find him later.

Thank you for
agreeing to do this.

Even if it's not
fully necessary.

When I took my commission, I
spent a week shadowing Pike.

It made all the difference.

Hopefully it'll do the same
for you on the Farragut.

Good to see you again, La'An.

You still owe me that drink,

- if I'm not mistaken.
- UNA: You...

know each other?

Um...

ye-yes, but I-I still need
to do a security clearance.

Lead the way.

[quietly]: Oh, sorry. I...

[door whooshes open]

[indistinct
announcement over P.A.]

And what if it's
another rejection?

Forget those Vulcans and
their science academy.

They don't deserve you.

Ah, but this fellowship
is different.

- Dr. Korby's a genius.
- ORTEGAS: Am I supposed to know who that is?

He's the Louis Pasteur of
Archaeological Medicine.

Yeah, no. Still means nothing.

It means that thousands
of people apply

for this fellowship every year

and only five are accepted.

This could change my life.

Okay.

Oh... Oof.

You got it. I knew it.

[laughing]

M'BENGA: What will
I do without you

for three months?

[chuckles]: Oh, my God.

You're not the only one
who's gonna miss her.

Oh, I have to talk to Spock.

SPOCK: Unfortunately we have had
another communication failure.

That's our 12th attempt
at sending a message

through the subspace fold.

PELIA: 13...
that's not exactly

what I would call
a lucky number.

What makes you think
that this particular fold

will lead to faster
communication?

Frequencies propagate through it
three times faster than normal.

- Ah.
- With our current relay network,

it takes weeks to send a
message across the quadrant.

Imagine being able
to do it in moments

and getting a
near-instant reply.

Real-time communication across
thousands of light years.

Only, so far, no one's heard us.

[dry chuckle]

[Uhura humming a tune]

Have you tried
sending music through?

SPOCK: We have not.

Do you believe music may
yield a different result?

Well, you are trying
to communicate

through a medium with different

laws of physics, so perhaps

fundamental harmonics
are the answer. Hmm?

You know, it was just a thought.

But perhaps an excellent one.

You pick the song, Nyota.

Well, let's see if
subspace is a fan

of the Great American
Songbook, huh?

[over speakers]: ? In olden
days a glimpse of stocking ?

? Was looked on as
something shocking ?

? But now, God knows ?

[echoing]: ? Anything goes ?

? Good authors, too ?

? Who once knew better words ?

? Now only use
four-letter words ?

? Writing prose ?

? Anything goes. ?

[song distorts, stops]

?

[grunts softly]

- [boatswain's whistle blows]
- Mitchell, what just hit us?

No other ships in
this sector, sir.

It looks like it came
from that subspace fold.

Ensign Uhura, are you
patched into comms?

- Aye, sir.
- PIKE: I need a full status report. All stations.

- ?
- Apologies. Reporting

from Engineering
first, sir. Mr. Spock?

? The intermix chamber
and containment field ?

? Are stable ?

? I'll get to the warp
core and assess its state ?

? When I'm able ?
Why?

Where's that music coming from?

Not from anywhere on the ship.

? Apologies, the most ?

? Confounding thing ?

? I appear to be singing ?

I have sickbay for you, sir.

? Most unusual, so peculiar ?

? We can confirm
there're no injuries ?

? Just the daily mundane ?

? A headache, a splinter ?

? A left ankle sprain ?

? It's happening again ?

M'BENGA and CHAPEL: ?
Why are we singing? ?

? Apologies ?

? The most confounding thing ?

? We appear to be singing ?

? Most unusual, so peculiar ?

Lieutenant Ortegas,
status report.

? Ortegas is at the helm ?

? The pilot seat is my realm ?

? We're in a
field, surrounded ?

? Still, flight systems steady ?

? Impulse engines ready ?

? At the console ?

? Systems initializing ?

? Life support robust,
now finalizing ?

? We'll check inertial dampers ?

? And see if they're hampered ?

? All is okay ?

? It appears that all ?

? Is okay ?

? Security detects no threats ?

? We'll do a
personnel overhaul ?

? No decks unchecked ?

? All tactical
functions are steady ?

? Phaser banks,
deflector shields ?

? All at the ready ?

- ? Apologies, the most
confounding thing ? - ? Apologies ?

- ? We appear to be singing ?
- ? The most confounding thing ?

- ? Most unusual, so peculiar ? - ?
Apologies, the most confounding thing ?

- ? Apologies ?
- ? We appear to be singing ?

- The most confounding thing ?
- ? Apologies ?

- ? So peculiar ?
- ? All systems stable ?

? All systems stable ?

- ? All systems stable ?
- ? All systems stable ?

? All systems stable ?

- ? All systems stable ?
- ? All systems stable ?

? All systems stable ?

? But why are we singing? ?

[chorus vocalizing]

PIKE: Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of
the starshipEnterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

to seek out new life

and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no
one has gone before.

?

[pop chorus vocalizing
Strange New Worlds theme]

?

?

So... that happened.

Reports of musical outbreaks
have come in from every deck.

Honestly, I assumed it was
something you had all rehearsed,

but I sang, too.

So did I.

And I do not sing.

The surge came from
your subspace fold.

Help me connect the dots.

We sent a series of
transmissions through.

The final one was a song.

You sent in a song,
and then we all...

- sang?
- Why are we singing?

I believe the song created
a resonant frequency

and dislodged something
from the fold,

a quantum uncertainty field.

Okay, why would
that make us sing?

Imagine an area of space where
quantum uncertainties collapse

so rapidly and randomly that
new realities are created.

In one such reality,
people sing uncontrollably.

PELIA: A musical reality.

Indeed.

So, what's next...
More improbability?

Or will we just suddenly
poof into bunnies?

I would prefer not to
be a bunny, either.

SPOCK: I doubt we
will be bunnies,

but we may not be
done with singing.

Simulations reveal we
have become tethered

to this particular
improbability field.

Attempting to fly out
would likely make it wider.

PELIA: It looks like a zipper,

which begs the question:

might it function like a zipper?

PIKE: Zippers work
both ways. Could we

use it to close the
improbability field

- back inside the fold?
- SPOCK: Potentially.

If we combined shield harmonics
with the Heisenberg compensator.

You would have to connect
both to the deflector array

and generate a beam.

That means connecting
them manually.

Let's do it, uh, we don't know

how all this singing
will affect us,

and I'd rather not find out.
Best to nip it in the bud.

Mr. Spock, you explained
that very well.

I almost understood it.

SPOCK: Our zipper beam
must precisely match

the resonance of the fold.

What was the exact frequency
of the song we sent through?

UHURA: One moment.

Is that transmission
regarding Nurse Chapel's

recent fellowship application?

Was the news... favorable?

I don't look at
personal correspondence.

Of course. That
would be unethical.

You and Nurse Chapel have
become close, haven't you?

I suppose it would
be accurate to say

that we are more
than colleagues.

[chuckles]

There's that classic Vulcan
romance I've heard about.

Why don't you ask her about it?

Of late, our communication
has faced challenges.

Mm.

UNA: Number One to Uhura.

Lieutenant Kirk
and I are in place.

Stand by for harmonics data.

One junction down.

Only four more to go.

Don't tell me you've run
out of steam already.

You know, my brother...
He always described you

as "the first officer that
I thought I should be like."

Someone who keeps a necessary
distance from her crew

because she knows she has
to make hard decisions.

I'm aware of the reputation
I've had on this ship,

but recently, I'm
trying a new approach...

More hands-on.

My last first officer
definitely kept his distance.

And no one questioned him.

I call that style of
command a first mistake.

?

The kind that
makes my head shake

and my heart... break.

? Take some advice from
your senior Number One ?

? This I assure tried and true ?

? The littlest things
can mean everything ?

? When it comes
to them and you ?

? Connect to your crew ?

? We're singing again ?

? We're singing again ?

? And it makes me
confess things ?

? I'd never express ?

? Truth be told, in
a parallel world ?

? I can see myself
up on the stage ?

? And for three hours a night ?

? And to everyone's delight ?

? I'd regale them with
all my renditions ?

? Of Gilbert and Sullivan ?

- Ha-ha.
- So what you're saying is...

? With my new commission
to a higher position ?

? I'd do well to
profess my truths? ?

? Rather than question
it, I deem it relevant ?

? No longer will I dispute ?

? That the littlest things
can mean everything ?

? In being authentically you ?

? Connect to your truth ?

When you put it like
that, it makes sense.

? Rather than question it ?

? Let's deem it relevant ?

? Absent from fear or dispute ?

? These deeply held things,
yes, they mean everything ?

? In becoming
authentically you ?

? Connect to your truth ?

? And connect to your crew ?

? Will do. ?

[indistinct conversation]

[indistinct
announcement over P.A.]

?

? Did I hear that right? ?

? Did she just shine a spotlight
on her innermost feelings ?

? Like it's no big deal? ?

? Say whatever
whenever you like ?

? You'd presume with
all my mastery ?

? To pursue flights of fancy ?

? Easy ?

? Who am I kidding? ?

? I've never found
that part of me ?

? 'Cause I'm designed ?

? To color inside the lines ?

? Cool and methodical ?

? Way too responsible ?

? I can't help it ?

? Sometimes I peek
through a keyhole ?

? And see people
happy, I admit ?

? It might ?

? Be time to change
my paradigm ?

? If only I ?

? Can let go of the wheel ?

? My fear replaced
with total faith ?

? I'm fiercely free ?

? And really real ?

? Flying blind ?

? How would that feel? ?

? This all makes me
so uncomfortable ?

? I want to let go
and be vulnerable ?

? Who am I kidding? ?

? I've never met
that side of me ?

? In my defense ?

? The truth has a consequence ?

? I won't watch
the whole thing ?

? Spin out of control
if I have the chance ?

? It might ?

? Be time to change
my paradigm ?

? If I ?

? Can only let
go of the wheel ?

? My fear replaced
with total faith ?

? I'm fiercely free
and really real ?

? Flying blind ?

? How would that feel? ?

? In another time ?

? We had a life together ?

? Could time repeat? ?

? Or will it unravel? ?

? Be careful what you start ?

? Make one mistake ?

? And blow it all apart ?

? Or worse ?

? Break my own heart ?

? Who am I kidding? ?

? I've never found
that part of me ?

? It might ?

? Be time to change
my paradigm ?

? If only I ?

? Can let go of the wheel ?

? It's nice ?

? To dream that I
could change my mind ?

? Deep down I ?

? Know I will never let go ?

? My fear is staked ?

? I have no faith ?

? Contented freedom
is not real ?

? Flying blind ?

? How would that feel? ?

When people sing,
they are confessing

highly personal...

emotional information.

Lieutenant, are you telling me

our emotions constitute
a security threat?

I am.

Well, whatever
you're not saying,

hope it doesn't come to that.

Mr. Spock and Ensign Uhura
have a plan to shut it down.

[boatswain's whistle blows]

Captain, we have adjusted
the Heisenberg compensator

to combine with shield harmonics
and collapse the musical reality

back into our standard
quantum state.

Lieutenant Kirk, not to rush
you, but I'm rushing you.

The sooner we close the fold,

the faster we can say
goodbye to the music.

- Copy that, Ensign.
- Copy that, Ensign.

She was talking to me.

- You don't know that.
- I do know that.

I actually work here.

This isn't even your department.

You're xenoanthropology.

I was assigned here
at your request.

She said you missed me.

Everything's connected
to the deflector.

Ready to go, Nyota.

- UNA: Deflector aligned and ready to fire.
- PIKE: On your command,

Number One.

It's closing.

Good work, all.

- [alert chimes]
- What is it?

It appears to be
another energy surge.

[rumbling]

Somehow I don't
think we zipped it.

Spock, what happened?

Unable to determine.

Incoming hail from the Cayuga.

When it rains.

Spock, find a way
to determine it.

Ensign Uhura,

put Captain Batel
through, please.

?

Captain, can we have a
private conversation?

In a more discreet location?

About our cancelled vacation.

? Apologies ?

? I appear to be rhyming ?

? And singing ?

Marie, I'm gonna call you back.

? Oh, no, no, you don't ?

? I'm not done yet ?

? Chris, you always do this ?

? You always run away ?

- ? Just when... ?
- ? Oh, sure, I see ?

? Lay all the blame on me ?

? When you're the one
whose idea of fun is... ?

? What am I saying to you? ?

? In front of my crew? ?

? This is a private
conversation ?

? A private conversation ?

? About our frustration ?

? About our frustration ?

? This is a private
conversation ?

? A private conversation ?

? About our frustration ?

? A private conversation ?

? We must contain it ?

? We must restrain it ?

? I don't want to
hurt you, Marie ?

? You mean more and more to me ?

? But when you and I ?

? Don't see eye to eye ?

? A switch inside me flips
and I'm compelled to hide. ?

What just happened? Why
did I admit all that?

I told you.

This is a security threat.

But-but the
singing... I... The...

How did that happen
on the Cayuga, too?

Because the improbability
field is expanding...

across the whole subspace
communications network.

To the entire fleet.

UNA: Admiral April's
last message confirmed

that the improbability field

has now spread to
12 Federation ships.

He let me know in a
surprisingly beautiful baritone

that he wants us to stop
this now, by the way.

Do we have any idea why
this reality's compelling us

to confess our deepest emotions?

UHURA: I have a theory.

I think since we're
in a musical reality,

we're actually following
the rules of musicals.

So, when do characters in
musicals usually begin to sing?

When their emotions
are so heightened

that words won't suffice.

UHURA: This musical
reality wants us to sing

about what's most
pressing on our minds.

These emotions have the power

to overwhelm our capacity
for rational thinking.

They also have the
potential to drive us apart.

PIKE: The subspace fold...

I think we should blow it up.

Use the photon torpedoes
to bring down the curtain

- on this thing for good.
- That has potential.

- Really?
- Since we are the focal point

of this subspace fold,

a matter/antimatter blast
might untether the Enterprise

and reverse the musical
reality for all affected.

But it would be prudent
to test this theory

in a controlled environment,

in case it is more
explosive than intended.

What if we could
isolate and transport...

Subatomic particles
from the fold.

Sorry.

I shouldn't have interrupted you

because you had
that thought first.

UNA: Locking in on
something that small

would require cross-targeting.

It's a two-person job.

Well, luckily you have
two persons right here.

UNA: You're refusing
an assignment?

This isn't like you, La'An.

That's the problem.

I'm not behaving like myself.

None of us are.

You're afraid of singing.

- To James.
- What?

You can stop hiding it.

I see how you act around him.

What-what do you mean? I'm...
How-how do I act around him?

You don't want me
to answer that.

Okay.

Hypothetically, let's say
I have feelings for him,

and those feelings
pose an actual

space-time security risk.

I should just tell him.

That's the responsible
thing to do.

Before it happens
outside of my control.

I should just suck it
up, stop being a child

and just do it.

?

? You've got lots of ?

? Thoughts to wade through ?

? Tangled webs ?

? Of people who will ?

? Complicate your life ?

? And thwart you ?

? These are facts ?

? That I relate to ?

? Pick and choose the truth
that you want to tell ?

? If you're being smart ?

? No broken trust, no drama ?

? You just keep to yourself ?

? Be your own best
friend and confidante ?

? 'Cause no one
will protect you ?

? When things go wrong ?

? The secrets you
keep safe inside ?

? Might keep you awake ?

? And cut like a knife ?

? 'Cause the road to ruin ?

? Is paved by
intentions of fools ?

? Nice people who ?

? Couldn't keep a secret ?

? No one can keep you small ?

? Be bulletproof
and ten feet tall ?

? An island ?

? Population ?

? One... ?

? No one can hurt you ?

? Or let you down again ?

? The secrets I
keep safe inside ?

? A skill I perfected ?

? So I could survive ?

? It worked before ?

? It doesn't serve me anymore ?

? I wish I never learned ?

? How to be ?

? So good at keeping secrets. ?

We should boost the gain
on the targeting scanners.

Way ahead of you.

Do we have a lock on the target?

Sorry. Reflex.

This is your ship,
you give the orders.

Ready on both ends.

Energizing... now.

The molecular imaging scanner
can't focus the signal.

Adding power.

Isolating particles
from the subspace fold.

Got it.

Confirmed.

Lieutenant Spock, I
have the particles.

They're coming your way.

SPOCK: Acknowledged.
Ready to receive.

KIRK: Transporting subspace
particles to Engineering.

Wow.

That was exciting.

I mean, Spock and Uhura
get to blow it up,

which is the real
fun part, but, uh...

We make a good pair.

We should team up more often.

Lieutenant, um...

Jim.

Jim?

- Sounds so serious.
- [chuckles softly]

I, um...

[booming]

What was that?

PIKE: If hitting just a
few subatomic particles

nearly blew up Engineering...

SPOCK: Firing on the field
would be devastating.

As you can see in
this simulation,

the explosion would propagate

through the entire
Federation subspace network,

destroying everything.

It would be like soaking the
improbability field in kerosene

and holding a match to it.

Then we need a plan C.

Sir, I'm getting a hail.

Don't answer. We can't risk
spreading this further.

I am triangulating the source.

There appears to be an
incoming warp signal

heading our way fast.

The signal has
Klingon encryption.

The last thing anyone
wants is singing Klingons.

Uhura, send a message by proxy
order of Starfleet Command.

Tell them they must
turn around immediately.

They've stopped hailing, but
I'm getting a message back.

The improbability
field's already hit them.

Standby for playback.

This is General Garkog of the
Imperial Klingon Defense Force.

Your evasion raises
much suspicion.

We have located the abominable

source of our dishonor

and will destroy it immediately.

Make no attempt to stop us.

They're going to
fire on the fold.

Their ship will be
here in two hours.

I've hailed them repeatedly.
They refuse to answer.

If they complete their
mission, everyone affected

by the improbability
field will be destroyed.

So, just the entire Federation
and half the Klingon Empire.

We have to stop
them at all costs.

Number One, analysis?

Well, striking them first
would constitute an act of war.

PIKE: Not much choice
here, I'm afraid.

What if we just find a way to
disable their disruptor cannons?

And their torpedo launchers.

That's a lot to disable
before they get off a shot.

We need a tactical strategy
immediately. La'An?

On it.

And you. You're with me.

Partners again.

I like it. Let's go.

PIKE: Mr. Spock, Uhura,

what are the odds we can shut
down the improbability field

before the Klingons get here?

Not good. At least, according
to the data we have.

Then find new data.

You both need to fix this.

You're applying old
rules to a new reality.

I suggest you find a
different tempo, fast.

Studying the songs
themselves. Brilliant.

Not just the songs
but the frequencies

the moment a song begins.

If we can isolate a pattern
in the improbability field

we might learn how to generate
an improbability-breaking event.

Now, how to trigger a song?

Well, per our musical rules,

we just need to
wait until someone

- feels overwhelming emotion.
- [door whooshes open]

- [indistinct chatter]
- You know...

like that.

To our brilliant
friend Christine.

Oh, I feel weird celebrating

with everything going on.

I mean, we can't put
our lives on hold

every time the
ship's in trouble.

We could, but that
wouldn't be fun.

Some of us need fun to deal with

- the constant threat of dying.
- ORTEGAS: Point is

we're here to
celebrate your win.

So deal with it.

Christine.

Logic would dictate
you are toasting

good news regarding
your fellowship,

so allow me to...

offer congratulations.

Thank you, Spock.

I am curious why you
chose not to inform me.

Was it an oversight
or was it intentional?

Can we, um, can we
talk about this later?

I am just curious.

?

[tricorder trilling]

? This news really
changes everything ?

? A distant dream
becoming real ?

? I convinced myself ?

? It wasn't happening ?

? And now I'm surprised
how good it feels ?

? I worked so hard for this ?

? And now the fellowship ?

? Sees me as one of their own ?

? The sky is the limit ?

? My future is infinite ?

? My possibilities are endless ?

? I'm ready ?

? Drink in every
second of the joy ?

? You've earned it, deserve it ?

? Of success
arriving overnight ?

- ? You've earned it ?
- But not really.

? Been working
hard a long time ?

? I've been seeing life ?

? Through camera obscura ?

? Now my canvas is wide
as the open horizon ?

? Oh! ?

? I worked so hard for this ?

? And now the fellowship ?

? Sees me as one of their own ?

? The sky is the limit ?

? My future is infinite ?

? With possibilities ?

? It's freedom and I like it ?

? My spark has been ignited ?

? If I need to leave
you, I won't fight it ?

? I'm ready ?

GROUP: ? Ready, ready ?

- CHAPEL: ? I am ready ?
- ? Ready, ready, ooh ?

? I'm ready ?

? Ready, ready ?

? I'm ready ?

? Ooh. ?

I'm ready.

Number One suggested we
concentrate our phasers

on their disruptors
and fore torpedoes.

Aft torpedoes are what
you really have to

worry about when it comes
to K't'inga-Class ships.

Well, I trust your aim.

So, are you gonna
tell me that thing

you wanted to tell me before?

Okay. Uh, I-I need to just
say this before it comes out

in the form of a
17th-century sea shanty.

I, um... I know you.

I mean, not youyou.
We-Well, I know you now,

but I mean before.
In a different...

time,

I met another you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I-I don't love rules,
but I'm pretty sure

you're about to break a big one.

The other you, he, um...

He saw the real me.

Beyond my name, beyond
all that name stands for.

He'd never even heard it before.

And I-I liked it.

I liked the way he looked at me.

Because through his eyes, I
could finally see the person

I had the potential to be.

And it was someone

who wasn't burdened by...

tragedy and darkness.

Someone who could find
hope and live in that hope.

Someone free-free
to feel and-and...

take chances and, um...

And make connections.

But then, uh...

he was gone, and with him,

that version of
myself was gone, too.

And... that's...

that was what I wanted to say.

Am I anything like the other me?

No.

And-and yes.

I like how you look at me, too.

In what way?

Like you really see me.

I'd be lying if I said

I didn't feel the
connection, too.

When you first called me...

I felt like I knew you.

But I'm not that James Kirk.

Of course, it was
inappropriate, and I am...

No, La'An, you don't
understand, my...

my life is complicated.

Not time-travel complicated, but

I'm in a relationship.

A sometimes relationship,

and right now is
one of those times

in a very real way.

- My God, if I'd have known, I...
- How could you have?

I actually think
you'd like Carol.

You're both dedicated
to your jobs, intensely.

She's a scientist
on Starbase One.

I tend not to stay
in the same place

for very long, which is...

a growing problem,
because Carol is...

pregnant.

Oh, um...

Wow.

[sighs] Here you are.

I have been analyzing
the data we gathered.

Great. Uh, let me help.

Looking for a pattern,

only...

there is none.

I didn't expect Christine
to be so definitive

about ending our arrangement.

Uh... relationships

can be difficult,

Spock, and you're Vulcan.

But I am also human.

I feel things differently.

Bigger.

I see her logic, and yet...

I am hurt.

I am left behind.

?

? This news really ?

? Changes everything ?

? I can't believe ?

? How wrong I've been ?

? Convinced myself ?

? We shared the same feelings ?

? I won't make ?

? That mistake again ?

? She's happy and carefree ?

? The opposite of me ?

? I can do the calculus ?

? For her I set aside ?

? My need to analyze ?

? Now I'm wrecked ?

? And searching for why ?

? I'm the ex ?

? I've got no one ?

? But myself to blame ?

? I've betrayed ?

? My core philosophy ?

? Unbending reason ?

? Must be my true north ?

? Lest I drown ?

? In this sea of pain ?

? I'm so dysfunctional ?

? Weak and emotional ?

? Feelings I just
can't contain ?

? Escaping this misery,
you're breaking free ?

? Not a possibility ?

? I solved for Y ?

? In my computation ?

? But missed vital information ?

? The variable so devastating ?

? I'm the X ?

? I'm the X. ?

I'm the X.

I'm sorry.

[door whooshes open]

[door whooshes closed]

A pattern.

?

I have to find a pattern.

? A pattern repeating ?

? I find myself ?

? Here all alone ?

? I know ?

? I'll pick up the pieces ?

? Repair what is broken alone ?

? I know ?

? Memories etched in my mind ?

? Of Mom and Dad ?

? A cool big brother
I would idolize ?

? So full of laughter ?

? And I could trust
in the four of us ?

? They flew away ?

? Nothing to indicate ?

? Calamity ?

? All so young and alive ?

? Oh?

? They ruptured
into a million ?

? Shards of light ?

? And none of them
would survive ?

? How come everywhere
that I go ?

? I'm solo? ?

? Am I at my best ?

? Unaccompanied? ?

? My whole life has been ?

? "Fix this" and "save you" ?

? I'll light the path ?

? And keep us connected... ?

? My fabric is woven ?

? With love and loss ?

? I was just a cadet ?

? When we met ?

? Hemmer's belief in
me changed my life ?

? I found my place and said ?

? Goodbye ?

? I absorb all the pain ?

? Mmm ?

? I hear everyone's voice ?

? Calling my name ?

? Building systems,
I strengthen ?

? Ties that bind ?

? So no one has to be alone ?

? How come everywhere
that I go ?

? I'm solo? ?

? Am I at my best ?

? Unaccompanied? ?

? My whole life has been ?

? "Fix this" and "save you" ?

? I'll light the path ?

? And keep us connected... ?

? The patterns repeating ?

? Guiding and teaching me ?

? I know ?

? I know ?

? Listen for signals ?

? I'm here, you
are reaching me ?

? Come home... ?

? Everywhere I go ?

? I'm good with solo ?

? At my best I have ?

? Everything I need ?

? My whole life has been ?

? "Fix this" and "save you" ?

? That's what I do ?

? I keep us connected... ?

? I keep us connected. ?

[short chuckle]

Look. It's a pattern.

Every time someone
sings, the state

of quantum improbability
in the field spikes.

It's almost imperceptible,
but it's there.

-So I ran the simulations,
-[door whooshes open]

and if we can get
this spike to 344

giga electronvolts...

SPOCK: It would
shatter the field.

You found the improbability
breaking event.

Great. So how do we
make this event happen?

Because our sensors just clocked

two more K't'inga
battle cruisers

headed this direction.

Well, so far, we've
only witnessed people

being torn apart by this event.

But song can also be communal.

People worship with song.

Sailors use song to
help them row together.

People celebrate with song.

When I sang with Christine
in the Port Galley.

- CHAPEL:? Life through ?
- SPOCK: A spike of

- ? Camera obscura... ?
- 40 electronvolts.

And that was just a
solo with backup vocals.

Maybe four voices, max.

-So we need to do that
again, -[music stops]

but with more. A lot more.

You mean like an
ensemble number, or...

Not just an ensemble number.

A grand finale.

We need melodies and harmonies

with tone ratios that achieve

both algorithmic and
logarithmic balance

on a mass scale.

What I'm saying is

the whole crew needs
to sing together.

SPOCK: Our challenge is how
to inspire 200 crew members

to spontaneously sing
in thematic unison.

A song cannot be triggered
without an emotional purpose.

Well, that sounds
to me like a job

for a communications officer.

I can't possibly inspire
the entire ship to sing.

Oh, yes, you can.

You see the
connections between us

when all we see are...

the empty spaces.

Help them to feel

the way they need to to sing.

Attention all crew,
this is your captain.

I know our situation
has been challenging,

and we might not
all have been acting

like a, well...

like a crew.

But we'll get through
this, together,

by following one voice:

the voice of the Enterprise.

Ensign Uhura?

[clears throat]

Hi, everyone.

Uh, you might not all know me,

but I know you.

So, allow me to
introduce myself.

Ensign Nyota Uhura,

your communications officer.

I used to think of myself

as always alone,

but not on this ship.

Because each of us, we're
connected as a crew.

[mouths]

Do you know the odds

of all of us being here

on the Enterpriseat this time?

It's improbable,

and yet

here we are, together,

- all of us.
- ?

? This is where it all leads ?

? TheEnterprise ?

? Is it my destiny ?

? To save us all? ?

? No?

? It's my job ?

? To disrupt the chaos ?

? Find a purpose ?

? For us all... ?

? We're all rushing around ?

? We're confused and upended ?

? Let's refocus now ?

? Our bond is imperative ?

? Let's bring our
collective together ?

? As we fight for our lives ?

? Uhura, I really
needed to hear that ?

? Our security's
only as strong ?

? As our unity ?

? When I scan the universe ?

? It reveals truth
and gives meaning ?

? It's what I'm meant to do ?

? The danger's not over yet ?

? When we gain control
again I confess ?

- ? I'll miss the singing ?
- ? I won't miss singing ?

? Now let's bring
this thing down ?

? We know our purpose is ?

? To protect the mission ?

? Our directive ?

? 'Cause we work
better all together ?

? We overcome our obstacles ?

? As one ?

Keep going!

? I have to give
credit when due ?

? And if I make captain ?

? It'll be thanks
to all of you ?

? And I don't
take for granted ?

? My role to command ?

? I can't believe how
much I'll miss this crew ?

? The starshipEnterprise ?

? Feels electrified ?

? I'm so proud to ?

? Be your captain ?

? Now let's take this thing ?

? Down ?

? We know our purpose is ?

? To protect the mission ?

? Our directive ?

? 'Cause we work
better all together ?

? We overcome ?

? Our obstacles ?

? As one ?

? I look around and
everyone I see ?

? The pinnacle of
guts and resiliency ?

? Yes, threats are
nothing new to us ?

? It takes monumental
strength and trust ?

? We got lost and disconnected ?

? Distracted, undefended ?

? Uhura, you saved us... ?

? More singing ?

? More voices ?

? Hail the Klingons, Uhura ?

Why have you... Ugh!

? Why you only calling us
when you got your dramas? ?

? One of these days we'll
repay you, we'll slay you ?

? Gonna draw your last breath ?

? At the end of our Mek'Leths ?

? Your eternal torture is
every Klingon's dream ?

? You know what I mean? ?

? Make your blood scream! ?

? We know our purpose ?

- ? Is ?
- ? We know our purpose ?

? To protect the mission ?

- ? Our prime directive ?
- Not exactly.

? Will this work? ?

? Who can say? ?

? We're gonna sing it anyway ?

? Our voices will rise ?

? Through space
and through time ?

? We're the unbreakable,
unshakable ?

? Improbable, unstoppable ?

? Sensational, ovational ?

? We're boldly explorational ?

? Crew of the ?

? Enterprise!

[laughing]

[Star Trektheme playing]

?

We did it!

Yes! Come on!

[squeals]

PIKE: Nyota.

Hail the Klingons. I think we
might have to mend some fences.

[chuckles]

[giggles]

[indistinct chatter]

UNA: Hey, how are you?

I told Kirk the truth.

- How'd it go?
- Honestly...

Not great. I, uh...

It was really hard.

And it hurt.

It usually does.

I'm glad I took that chance.

Maybe, um...

Maybe I could be someone who
takes chances more often.

[quiet chuckle]

BATEL: You know, I don't need

a whole to-do.

Just relax. Enjoy it.

I promise you,
even Julia Child's

boeuf bourguignon itself
will not make me forget

that you sang about lying to me.

Why didn't you just tell me
you hate the idea of Crivo?

I don't hate the idea.

Okay, yes, it sounded
like my nightmare.

I just pictured
something quieter.

Camping somewhere.

Chris, this isn't gonna work

if you're not more comfortable
being honest with me.

Even about something
as small as a vacation.

You got to trust
me more than that.

You got to trust us.

I know. You're right.

Well, I have good
news and bad news.

We have more time to plan
our compromised trip.

I just got put on a
priority one mission.

Hmm.

[taps knife]

Now, how do I know...

you're not the one
making excuses now?

Well...

When I'm back,
we'll go somewhere

we both want to go.

But no camping, unless it
comes with room service.

[chuckles]

Deal.

UHURA: Communications
officer's log, supplemental.

I am happy to report that
all Federation vessels

have checked in and are
behaving normally once again.

As for the Klingons,

Lieutenant Spock engaged
in successful diplomacy

over some bloodwine.

Otherwise, it's back

to business as
usual around here.

- [console chimes] - USS
Nimerfro, this is Enterprise

acknowledging receipt
of your transmission.

- You fly safe out there.
- FEMALE: Acknowledged, Enterprise.

- [boatswain's whistle blows]
- Uhura,

it occurs to me
that we'd be served

by sharing our findings with
non-Federation ships, too.

See who's nearby
and open a channel.

Copy that, sir.
I'll scan the area.

[Uhura humming
"Keep Us Connected"]

[stops humming]

Sorry. Earworm.

[orchestral version of
"I'm Ready" playing]

["Private Conversation" playing]

["Connect to Your
Truth" playing]

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