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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

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Ambassador Sarek, it's
good to see you again.

As discussed, this is my ward.

The only female Michael
I ever heard of

was Michael Burnham, the mutineer.

You're not her, are you?

Captain Gabriel Lorca.
Welcome to Discovery.

Captain what am I doing on this ship?

Question is, what am
I gonna do with you?

We are creating a new way to fly.

If the Discovery can be anywhere
and gone in an instant,

that's how you beat the Klingons.

We believe the enemy may
have identified Discovery

as our secret weapon.

Didn't realize there
were more of us here.

- What's your name, soldier?
- Lieutenant Ash Tyler.

Getting out of here was
always a two-man job.

I just waited till I
found the right man.

Your eyes. That happened when you
destroyed the Buran, didn't it?

We choose our own pain.

Mine helps me remember.

This is Captain Lorca.
Two to beam out, now.

Live long and prosper,
Ambassador Sarek.

And you, Adjunct V'Latak.

Our mission requires
that we leave at once.

Plot a course for the Cancri system.

May I inquire as to the nature
of our diplomatic mission?

Allow me to be diplomatic
and ask that you do not.

In times of crisis...

ignorance can be beneficial.

We are set to launch.

Two more laps before breakfast.

We've done ten.

You still need to shave 6.5
seconds off of your time.

- Does six seconds really matter?
- Six-point-five.

And yes, they matter, if
you're gonna make captain.

It's been my experience that
what I lack in athletic ability

I more than make up for in
intelligence and personality.

We may wanna focus
on those attributes.

Everyone applying to the Command
Training Program will be smart.

Personality doesn't count.

That's just something people
with no personality say.

Wait, which in no way means you.
You absolutely have a personality.

Six-point-five seconds is
not an arbitrary number.

Your time will earn you a
physical endurance commendation.

Today, your goal is 6.5 seconds.

Then, getting a transfer
on a Constitution-class,

like the Enterprise.

After that, first officer track.

See your path, stay on it.
Reach your destination.

Cadet to captain.

Just like that.

What's it gonna be, Tilly?

How you holding up?

I waited seven months to do this.
Don't worry about me Captain. Clear.

Door right, stack right. Go.

- Where do you hail from, soldier?
- Seattle.

- Clear.
- Clear.

What about your family?

Never knew my father. Mom said
I didn't miss much there.

She died while I was at the Academy,

on her way to the moons of Grazer.

A rogue comet.

First vacation in 12 years.

High, low.

Two survivors.

One injury.

Mission success.

Hologram battle simulation complete.

Your mother was a teacher, right?

Yeah, third grade.

Issaquah Elementary.

Twenty-four kilometers
outside Seattle,

which makes you not
exactly from Seattle.

I like to split hairs.

I do my homework. Think I let
just anyone walk on my ship?

No, sir. Assuming I checked out?

We wouldn't be playing with
these toys if you didn't.

Twenty-four kills. You?

Twenty-two, sir.

Looks like I'm the one who
needs to get his eyes fixed.

Mh.

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- Captain, out of respect...
- Don't apologize for excellence.

I want my chief of security
to shoot better than I do.

Ensign Rause, please
report to the shuttle bay.

You offering me a slot, Captain?

Well, I figure I've
seen you fly, shoot...

fight like a Klingon.

Klingon guards beat on me for months.

I was bound to pick something up.

No, most people would've given up.

You learned.

My last chief of security and I
went through a lot together.

I need someone I can trust.

Someone that understands war.

What it takes to survive,
what it takes to win.

I think that's you.

Is it?

I'd be honored to serve
on the Discovery.

I won't let you down, sir.

Good.

According to our flight plan,

we should be arriving momentarily.

Why have we not yet
dropped out of warp?

Our course has changed.

You know the actual
nature of my mission.

This mission does not reflect
true Vulcan ideology.

You are one of them.

- A fanatic.
- Your fascination with humans

can no longer be tolerated.

Your obsession has blinded
you to the truth.

Humans are inferior.

My sacrifice...

will be a rallying cry to those
who value logic above all.

Vulcans will soon recognize

and withdraw from the failed
experiment known as "the Federation."

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Computer, green juice. Extra green.

Computer, cancel that order.

That's hardly the correct ratio of
protein, carbohydrates, and fat.

Computer, three-egg-white breakfast
burrito with black beans.

- Computer...
- Make it two.

Computer, add salsa.

Computer, add roasted-tomato salsa.

Cooked tomatoes are a
great source of lycopene.

- Remember that.
- Oh, my God. You are so scary.

Two appetizing and
nutrient-filled burritos.

New guy, 3 o'clock.

Lieutenant Ash Tyler.

Scuttlebutt is he took
out six Klingon warriors

in hand-to-hand combat when
he and the captain escaped

that Bird-of-Prey.

Six? I've fought Klingons. I doubt it.

Now the captain practically wants
to adopt him. As a result.

I can't imagine Captain Lorca
feeling that way about anyone.

Why? He practically adopted you.

I believe every word of it. Kind
of feel like it makes him hotter.

Ensign Molina, please
report to engineering.

Scuttlebutt is you took out

six Klingon warriors in
hand-to-hand combat.

Can't believe everything you hear.
Please, sit down.

I'm Cadet Sylvia Tilly. Uh,
this is my mentor, Michael.

Commander Wilson, report
to the transporter room.

You're Michael Burnham.

The same. You probably can
believe everything you hear.

I tend to assess people
in the here and now.

You're a functioning crew member
of a Federation starship.

Right here. Right now.

Crazy kids.

Michael.

Michael, what's wrong?

I should go.

- You okay?
- Yes.

No.

Sarek.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

I believe this is one of our most
promising groups of graduates.

We can't let them do this to her.

She has worked her
whole life for this.

She's excelled. You
have to do something.

This is not fair.

There is no logic in
your request, wife.

Fairness is quantifiable.

The Vulcan Expeditionary Group has
rated her abilities as insufficient

and rendered their decision.

Their decision is wrong.

She graduated at the top of her class.

Her test scores are
better than any Vulcan.

There are other metrics.

Spiritual discipline, martial arts...

- logic.
- Please, I want to go home.

Humiliation is a human emotion.

I'm sorry, Sarek.

You were wrong to believe in me.

- No, no, no.
- I can't compete here.

I do not have the required abilities.

- I am not good enough.
- Nonsense.

Sarek, make her see the truth.

She cannot thrive in
the Vulcan service.

Perhaps I can find a place
for her in Starfleet,

where the requirements
are less extreme.

What are you doing here?
This is my mind.

- You brought me here.
- Leave now!

Sarek!

Ever since the bombing, part of me,

my katra, has been with you.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Sarek.

It's okay, Burnham.
You're in sick bay.

- What's the matter with her?
- I have no idea.

Nothing shows up on any of her scans.

It's not me, it's Sarek.
He's in trouble.

How would you know that?

I share part of his katra.

His eternal life force.

Like a Vulcan soul.

I've heard stories. I just
assumed it was an ancient myth.

How can you share a soul with Sarek?

- You're not Vulcan.
- I was raised as one.

After my parents were killed
at a Vulcan outpost...

Sarek and his human wife,
Amanda, took you in.

Your story is well-documented.

He believed I could serve
as humanity's potential.

How could he put that
pressure on a child?

But not everyone agreed with him.
A group of logic extremists...

didn't want humans in their culture,
tried to stop him by killing me.

They bombed the Learning Center

- where I was educated.
- Vulcans tried to murder you?

Renegade Vulcans, a small faction.
And they didn't try.

Doctor, they succeeded.

I was dead for three minutes.

The katra has a healing power.
Sarek used it to save me.

A kind of soul graft.

It's a procedure that's
frowned upon, and rare.

So, you're... linked with him?
He gets wounded, you feel pain?

- Has this happened to you before?
- Once.

The start of the war.

He sensed my distress...

and came to me.

But this is different. I can
feel him slipping away.

I don't think this is a
conscious effort on his part.

Sarek is delirious. He might be dying.

Captain...

Please.

Captain, help me find him.

Michael Burnham is correct. The
Vulcan High Council has confirmed

that Ambassador Sarek's
ship was sabotaged

by logic extremists.

I'm told that the Vulcans were
secretly invited to a meeting

with two independent Klingon houses,

in an attempt to forge an
alliance to end the war.

Klingons don't normally
send party invitations.

Indeed.

But both of these houses

were ousted by General
Kol's new ruling council.

It is their wish to
undermine his authority.

- And the Vulcans believe that?
- Not without reservation.

The meeting was organized
on neutral ground

by the elders of Cancri 4.

Sarek was chosen to vet the
legitimacy of their claims.

He's demonstrated a unique ability
to forge relationships with races

that do not follow
logic-based ideology.

Vulcans went behind Starfleet's back

'cause they thought they could
clear up our illogical mess.

So, where is the ambassador right now?

Lost in a nebula near Yridia.

Starfleet Command is
assessing the situation

to organize a recovery operation.

Well, the longer you assess, the
greater the chance Sarek dies.

And so does the best chance for peace.

- I'll go get him.
- Absolutely not.

There are protocols to
be followed Captain.

You can tell the Vulcans
they're welcome.

I'm happy to clean up their mess.

- Discovery out.
- Captain...

We have arrived at the Yridia nebula.

Start scanning for the
ambassador's emergency beacon.

- How are you feeling?
- I still sense Sarek,

but it's growing erratic. I
think he's getting worse.

- Don't worry, we'll get him back.
- Captain.

Scanners detect no signs
of the ambassador's ship.

The nebula's radioactive gases are
rendering our sensors inoperative.

All right, we'll send out
probes, scan sector by sector.

Considering the size of the nebula,

uh, that method could take months.

Well, any other options, Number One?

Me.

Now, that's my kind of crazy.

You're talking about building a
synthetic mind-meld augment.

- Groovy.
- Clearly your trip

down the mycelium path has
lightened your mood, Lieutenant.

Once you're past getting
stabbed by needles,

it's pretty great.

I'm guessing from your reaction,

that modifying this neural
enhancer is a viable method

- to achieve what I need.
- Sure.

Hey, why not?

Now, we boost you neural impulses

to reconnect with his katra,

then pump those same signals
into your noggin and voilà.

SarekVision.

I gotta say, this katra
stuff is way cool.

An uncharted superhighway connecting
all of consciousness and life?

We have exactly no time to discuss
the metaphysical implications.

I sense that Sarek is unconscious.
I wanna use this mind-meld

to wake him up so he can
activate his ship's transponder.

Right. Like a psychic hit of speed.

I was thinking adrenaline
shot, but okay.

There is one wrinkle, though. Um...

Radioactive interference from the
nebula is gonna diffuse your signal.

You will never be able

to maintain a strong enough
connection with Sarek

from out here.

So, we take the Discovery
inside the nebula

- and get closer to him.
- Oh, bad idea.

Guess what happens if we
mix those cosmic gases

with our concentration of
mycelium spores we have onboard.

Uh...

Huh.

Okay, so we go in with a shuttle.

Oh. You'd have to fly into that soup

with nothing but hope and a prayer.
Are you really that crazy?

Good to know.

I know, I know. Get to work.

As long as I don't
overstay my welcome,

shuttle shields can handle it.

But I need someone to
work the neural enhancer.

I'd like Cadet Tilly.

She's smart.

- And I could use the moral support.
- All right, then you'll get it.

And you need a pilot who can
fly you through that storm

and, more importantly,
get you out alive.

Luckily, I know a guy.

Attention, all personnel.
Clear dock 3 for shield test.

- Cadet.
- Sir.

Bring her back in one piece.

Not a scratch.

I'm talking about her.

Cadet Wells, please
report to engineering.

Or don't come back at all.

Captain. Incoming transmission
from Admiral Cornwell.

Transfer it to my quarters.

I'm afraid that won't do, sir.

What do you mean, that won't do?

Her cruiser just dropped out of warp,

and she's requesting
permission to land.

Here.

All right. I'll see
her in my ready room.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I thought Terral was
gonna throw a fit.

- And he's a damn Vulcan.
- I did what I thought was best.

You launched an
unauthorized rescue mission

using a convicted mutineer.

Not to mention a POW who has
barely had time to recover.

- Can you even trust this guy?
- Yes, Admiral. I checked him out.

Tyler graduated with
honors from the Academy

before he saved my life.

You are captain of the most
advanced ship in the fleet,

the cornerstone of our entire
defense against the Klingons.

You cannot treat Discovery
like it's your own fiefdom.

Is it true what I heard
about Lieutenant Stamets?

He engaged in eugenic manipulation?

He got the spore drive working again.

Yeah, he saved the ship and the crew.

I appreciate that.

But there are rules...

Rules are for admirals
in back offices.

I'm out there trying to win a war.

Then don't make enemies
on your own side.

What are you doing here?
What's really going on?

I came to see my friend.

Okay.

Why don't we stop talking like
Starfleet officers, Kat, and, uh...

start talking like friends?

Hey, where's that old
Burnham bluster, huh?

The bad-ass lady who's always
pushing me to be the best I can be?

Do you know what helps
me when I'm freaked out?

Talking.

You know where Sarek's mind is?

Where his dying thoughts
have taken him?

- To me.
- I mean, that's kind of beautiful.

No.

No, you don't understand.

I was supposed to be his proof that
humans and Vulcans could coexist

as equals.

But I ended up being his
greatest disappointment.

That's what he's reflecting on.

I was rejected from the
Expeditionary Group

for being too human.

My failure is his last thought.

He doesn't believe in me, but
I'm supposed to save him.

All right. We're at Sarek's
last known location.

Can we do this before
we get torn to pieces?

Or you can keep chatting. Up to you.

Okay. Good to go.

Provided this thing
doesn't fry your brain.

Now, if the bio-readings
show something weird...

They will. Sarek is delirious.

I can't allow him to
push me out again.

But fighting him is gonna
put a massive strain on me.

Then... how do I know if
I should pull you out?

Don't.

No matter what the sensors say,

you leave me in there.

Okay?

Go.

She cannot thrive in
the Vulcan service.

I'm sorry. You were
wrong to believe in me.

Do you remember, on
your tenth birthday...

we took a shuttle and we went to
the seventh moon of Eridani D?

I recall. To experience
a book exchange.

An ancient human ritual.

This gift...

comes with a mother's advice.

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

which is gonna serve you well.

As long as you never forget...

that you're human, too.

You need to nurture that side.

There's Sarek.

He's talking to the
Expeditionary Group director.

She got in, didn't she?

Michael's application...

was rejected.

If this is your attempt at humor,

you're gonna need more
practice, husband.

- It is not.
- Why?

No human has ever been accepted into
the Vulcan Expeditionary Group.

Success was always
an unlikely outcome.

What is the reason that they
could possibly reject her?

Obviously, I had hoped for better.

I don't wanna be here.

- Michael.
- Please, I want to leave.

- Listen to me.
- Why are you doing this?

I told you before,
you're not welcome here.

You called me here.
Your katra pulled me.

This is my mind. Stay out.

You're near death. I can
help you like you helped me.

Give me a chance. Please.

You will fail.

- What's happening back there?
- I don't know.

Then wake her up.

She said not to. It'll sever the link.

I outrank you.

Damn it. Fine.

Nothing like a single malt,
straight from the motherland.

I still think about
the bottle we killed

that night we went to see
the Perseids meteor shower.

- You don't remember?
- No, I was just...

thinking how long ago it seems.

Yeah.

We were so young.

With grand plans for the future.

Well, some of us still have.

I know.

I worry about you, Gabriel.

Some of the decisions you've been
making recently have been...

- troubling.
- Well, war doesn't provide

too many opportunities for niceties.

You're pushing this crew.

You're putting the ship in harm's way.

You've been ignoring orders.

I'm in the front line, Kat.

You gotta make decisions in
a second, sometimes less.

Which is why Starfleet
needs you at your best.

I'm not sure we're getting it.

I'm not sure the Klingons would agree.

I'm not talking about your record.

I'm talking about you.

I don't think you've been
the same since the Buran.

Hmm.

I passed every test.

Cleared for duty every time.

But you know that, don't you, doc?

Yes, I've... read your psych evals.

- You passed with flying colors.
- So, what's really the problem?

Less than a week ago, you
were being tortured.

Now you're back in the chair.

How do you feel about that?

Are we in session? I didn't
know you were practicing again.

'Cause... if I have your
undivided attention...

for 50 minutes...

I can think of a whole bunch of
other things we could be doing.

Laying in a course back to Discovery.

- No, you're not.
- He actually is, though.

I said I'm not leaving
here without Sarek.

Those are not my orders Burnham.

Hey.

Sarek keeps blocking me.
I can't fight you, too.

All right. What can we do?

I don't know.

His thoughts are fixed
on my graduation day,

but the emotions from that memory

- are too difficult for me to handle.
- Maybe it's hard for him, too.

Or not. He's a Vulcan.

Why is he thinking of your failure?
Where's the logic in that?

I've been close to death.

Right up next to it. You don't
think about who's failed you.

None of that matters.

You think about who you love.

What you wish you'd done differently.

What does he wish he'd
done differently?

I'm going back in.

She cannot thrive in
the Vulcan service.

Sarek.

You continue to demonstrate
an inability to learn.

- You cannot defeat me.
- What are you hiding?

What don't you want me to see?
Is it worth dying over?

I can save you, Sarek. But you
have to let me into your mind.

Let me in. You had faith in me once.

I'm asking you to have
faith in me again.

I never lost faith in you.

The failure on this day...

was mine, and mine alone.

I will show you.

The Expeditionary Group has examined
Graduate Burnham's application

- with great interest.
- Acceptance with honors is her due.

By conventional decision
parameters, yes.

Your hesitation is to
do with her nature?

Certainly, her nurture
is unquestionable.

I have created in her a
being of exquisite logic

to rival the best of our species.

An accomplishment you have
achieved not once but twice.

Your ward, Michael,
and your son, Spock.

What has my son to do
with this situation?

He has not yet begun his studies
at the Science Academy.

Upon completion, he will apply to
the Vulcan Expeditionary Group,

and then there will be not one but
two non-Vulcans in its ranks.

- Spock is...
- Half-Vulcan.

Another of your experiments.

The integration of humans into our
culture is an admirable goal,

but it must be titrated.

In honor of your position
and reputation...

I will accept one...

of your not-quite-Vulcans.

You... ask me to make
an impossible choice.

Your reaction to this
is quite illogical

and suggests a conclusion
based on emotion.

You chose Spock over me.

Didn't you?

You were forced into that decision.
Why not tell me the truth?

Spock went against my wishes...

and joined Starfleet over the
Vulcan Expeditionary Group.

The choice I made merited nothing.

What would be gained
by telling you that?

Instead, you made me
believe I failed you.

You manipulated me.

Do you have any idea what
living with that lie did to me?

I did not.

But I do now.

I failed you, Michael Burnham.

And for that, I have...

so much...

Shame?

Yes.

Show me how to save you
like you saved me.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Wake up, Sarek. Tell us where you are.

I got his transponder.

You did it.

I'm sorry. I'm not used to
having anyone in my bed.

You sleep with a phaser in your
bed, and say nothing's wrong?

- Kat...
- All these months...

I have ignored the signs,
but I can't anymore.

The truth is, you are not
the man I used to know.

- Of course I am.
- I'm not like the rest at Starfleet,

blinded by your victories.

You lied on those psych evaluations.

And you did it so brilliantly
you fooled everyone.

That what you're doing here? You
came to evaluate me yourself?

I have watched you change
these last months.

It's upsetting.

- Kat...
- Now I see,

it's worse than I even thought.
Your behavior is pathological.

That's what tonight was, right?
Trying to get me to back off?

No.

It sure wasn't what it was like
before. But this is bigger than us.

You said it yourself.

We're at war.

I can't leave Starfleet's
most powerful weapon

in the hands of a broken man.

Don't take my ship away from me.

She's all I got. Please,
I'm begging you.

You're right.

It's been harder on me than I let on.

I lied about everything,
and I need help.

I hate that I can't tell
if this is really you.

Captain, Lieutenant Tyler
has just returned.

They have Ambassador Sarek,

but he is severely wounded.

On my way to sick bay.

He'll live.

But Dr. Culber says he can't meet
the Klingons in this condition.

The window for the talks
closes in a few hours.

Even if the Federation
wanted to step in,

they couldn't get there in time.

Admiral Cornwell could.

I mean, we're already halfway there.

She could take an envoy,

small enough so as not
to rattle the Klingons.

I know her.

She'd do anything to keep
the chance of peace alive.

You did well, Burnham.

You should be proud.

Much as it would displease
my Vulcan mentor,

I'm feeling a lot of
emotions right now.

I'm not sure pride is one of them.

But I do wanna thank you.

Sir. You didn't have to mount
this rescue mission for Sarek.

I didn't do it for him.

I need a team around me that's
gonna help me carry the day.

And that includes you.

So I'd like to make it official.

There's a post waiting for you on
the bridge. Science specialist.

- Don't even think about saying no.
- I accept.

Good.

I'm grateful...

to serve under a captain like you.

Any available offload
team to cargo bay 5.

Good to see your strength returning.

It is...

unfortunate that I will not be able
to continue my mission of peace.

What do you recall of your rescue?

Of what transpired between us?

I was unconscious, was I not?

You know what happened.

You could talk to me about it.

Help me understand what you did.

It could make us grow closer,

not further apart.

That's what families do.

Technically, we are not related.

You can do better.

But I won't push you.

We'll have this conversation one day.

Father.

I don't wanna ruin your career.

But when I return, we'll talk
about how you step down.

And after you get some help, maybe
we'll get you back in that chair.

Well, may fortune favor
the bold, Admiral.

Good luck with your negotiation.

Attention all B deck crew,

transpo drill has been canceled.

Shaving off my time.

I gave you bad advice.

There are a million ways to
get to the captain's chair.

Find your own.

I have.

Green tea.

Exceptional source of antioxidants,
alkaloids, and amino acids.

How's your Vulcan dad?

Stubborn and impenetrable...

as always.

He claims he doesn't remember
any of the mind-meld.

Well, good thing I was there, then.

Mind-witness.

I always knew I could never
be who he wanted me to be.

But I realized today...

that it goes both ways.

I'll never get from him
what I want, either.

That's tough.

It's okay.

Part of me feels unburdened.

Still, I'm sorry.

For that other part of you.

Thank you.

All my life...

the conflict inside me has
been between logic...

and emotion.

But now it's my emotions
that are fighting.

I think about him and I wanna cry.

But...

I have to smile.

And I feel angry...

but I wanna love.

And I'm hurt, but there's hope.

What is this?

Ah...

It's just... being human.

Michael Burnham.

Pleased to meet you.

Ash Tyler.

- We've met.
- Have we?

Let's try it again.

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Greetings from the United
Federation of Planets.

Unfortunately, Ambassador
Sarek is unable to attend.

I'm Admiral Cornwell and
will speak in his place.

Thank you to the elders of Cancri
4 for hosting this meeting.

We hope it is the first step
toward creating new alliances.

We are certain it will be.

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I look forward to
meeting you, Admiral.

It was a trap, sir.

Klingons have taken the admiral.

Their ships are en
route to enemy space.

- Shall I...?
- Notify Starfleet Command.

Ask for orders.

- Is there a problem?
- No, sir.

Uh, just...

in the past...

we have engaged in alternative
thinking on these matters.

What if we go after her and
it's another trap, Mr. Saru?

Did you consider that?

Starfleet can't afford
to lose the Discovery.

She's bigger than all of us.

If so ordered, we will try
and rescue the admiral,

but not without authorization.

I will hail Starfleet now, sir.

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