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Previously on

Star Trek: Discovery...

You are the only one who has

had contact with the Red Angel.

You said you don't understand

why it chose you.

SPOCK:

It guided me to a remote planet

and showed me...

the end.

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SPOCK:

My perception of reality

was challenged

by visions from

a time-traveling entity.

Who should help me

but you, of course?

After all, the entire

Klingon war was your doing.

CULBER:

That version of me

that called your quarters home,

that version of me is dead.

And I'm not going back.

Would you please

just move forward

and let me do the same?

CORNWELL:

Whether I can issue orders

or not,

we have to get a team onto

that station and reset control.

Michael, you have to open

the airlock.

No. I'm not gonna eject you

into space.

I will unlock this door.

I will kill you.

Everything is

because of you.

Because of me?

You have to find

Project Daedalus.

Where is Project Daedalus?

(gasping)

PIKE:

Commander Airiam reminds us

that resilience

is an unshakable virtue.

She was fiercely loyal...

to her crew...

...to Starfleet.

And, in her final moments,

she sacrificed herself

for that loyalty.

That is how she'll be

remembered.

TILLY:

Some people choose

to live their lives

as if nothing is a miracle,

but Airiam fought for her life,

and so everything was.

Everything that she saw,

everything that she felt,

all of her memories,

they made a kind of...

constellation for her.

I'm... I'm grateful to her

for that lesson.

She was my friend.

STAMETS:

She said once,

without a hint of self-pity,

that the paths of trillions

of particles

had been forever changed,

simply because

she and her husband smiled

at each other.

She was happy that together

they made the universe

a little less orderly.

DETMER:

I just felt the weight

of what I had lost...

but she showed me that

my augmentation didn't make me

an imitation of myself.

It made both of us new.

And that there could be

a future.

She was right.

BURNHAM:

There are so many reasons

to join Starfleet.

We get to reach for the stars.

We get to reach

for the best in ourselves.

But, most important,

we get to reach for each other.

We get to do what we love

alongside colleagues

who become friends...

who become family.

And who better to stand with,

shoulder to shoulder,

facing those pivotal moments?

Who more painful to let go?

I am so sorry, Airiam.

On Kaminar,

we sing songs of remembrance

for those who have been taken

from us too soon.

This is a song of remembrance

for Airiam.

(Saru singing in Kelpien)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

You spoke beautifully.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry you were confined

to quarters for so long.

I told Captain Pike

you weren't responsible.

It's okay.

If I were in his shoes,

I'd have done the same.

I just wish it had

played out differently.

Yeah.

Michael.

I can feel what you're trying

to do, Ash.

I can.

But Section 31 created Control,

and some future version

of it came here.

And now Airiam is gone.

You don't think I knew

what was happening, do you?

Of course not.

But your duty is still to them.

So...

PIKE:

Let's start with

everything we know.

The A.I. is from the future.

It infected Airiam

and forced her

to copy some of the

Sphere data into Control

so Control could evolve.

We stopped her before

that could happen.

How did the Section 31 program

designed to eliminate threats

become the threat?

Time travel.

The one variable we cannot

possibly predict is the future.

And clearly,

that future A.I. is built

on advanced technology of which

we have no understanding.

How do we stop it?

SARU: To the best

of our knowledge,

the future A.I. only infected

Airiam and Control.

Airiam's neural system was

erased before her funeral.

As for Control,

it was used only by Section 31.

We destroyed the station

where Control was located,

and, per your

suggestion, Admiral,

we advised all Section 31 ships

to run diagnostic tests.

All came out clean.

PIKE:

Let's not celebrate

just yet.

The A.I. that infected Control

could have sent itself

off-station.

We have to assume that it's

lying dormant for now,

but it could reemerge

at any time.

And when it does, we have to

be able to destroy it somehow.

(door whooshes open)

Hi. Oh, um... Sorry, uh,

Captain... Admiral. Everyone.

I-I should have knocked.

Although it-it is kind of

pointless, these doors

pretty much open right on

their own most of the time.

Ensign,

did you need something?

Uh, uh, well, actually,

I found... I have something.

I mean, I found something.

Um...

So I was, uh...

I was reviewing some scans

of Airiam's system,

and I-I found this weird

code, and at first,

I figured, uh, it's just

some junk from an old update,

but then I discovered

it's actually a file

that was implanted there

by a digital parasite.

The file is called

Project Daedalus.

Those are the last words

Airiam said to me.

The file also contains

a bio-neural signature

of the Red Angel.

Michael, it's you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(original Star Trek theme

plays)

PIKE:

While Dr. Culber hasn't been

officially reinstated,

I've asked him

to oversee analysis

of the data Tilly uncovered.

SPOCK:

The results are conclusive?

Well, every test that I've run

on Commander Burnham

is a 100% match

to the bio-neural signature

found in Airiam's Daedalus file.

We have to consider the source.

Airiam was compromised.

The A.I. could have

had her plant information

to throw us off course.

I see no logical

or strategic reason

for Airiam to have provided

a false positive.

And even if she had, it would

have read too perfect.

Humans have a few

neural wild cards

that anything artificially

generated couldn't replicate.

I would have caught it.

We're saying that Michael,

our-our Michael Burnham,

is going to wake up one day,

access time-travel technology

that doesn't exist yet,

and take it upon herself

to save the galaxy.

That supposition fits

her emotional profile

rather precisely,

particularly her drive

to take responsibility

for situations

often beyond her control.

Thank you for sharing that

with the group, Spock.

SPOCK:

We must also assume

the cataclysmic events I foresaw

when the Angel appeared to me

are a result

of Control evolving,

achieving consciousness.

Let's assume for a moment

I am the Red Angel.

If I knew about an apocalypse,

why wouldn't I say so?

Perhaps you simply have

a penchant for the dramatic.

Okay.

SPOCK:

The suit was emitting

tetryonic radiation,

which would limit

traditional radio

and sensor communication.

That would explain

my difficulties

in mind-melding with it.

And why it put seven signals

in the sky.

It was trying to get Starfleet's

attention, maybe to warn us.

BURNHAM:

But the first

three signals

appeared on the asteroid,

Terralysium, and Kaminar,

with four left

to reveal themselves.

If I'm guiding Starfleet

to these specific places

on some sort of path, why?

What do these locations

have in common?

SARU (over comm):

Admiral. Captain.

We've just received word

that a Section 31 vessel

is on its way.

The Federation has cleared

Discovery, Lieutenant Spock

and Commander Burnham

of all charges.

If you came all this way

to arrest somebody,

you wasted a trip.

We're aware, Admiral.

Chris, I'm sorry

for the loss of

your crew member.

We're here to make sure

nothing else from the future

can attack the Federation.

We're already working

on a strategy.

GEORGIOU:

In other words,

you're accumulating input,

which only invites debate.

No debate, no innovation.

I prefer a little

totalitarian efficiency,

but that's me.

LELAND:

Admiral,

we have a solution.

I'm cringing already.

The Angel is the only one

with answers about the future,

the A.I.

and perhaps how to stop it.

And we can't predict

when or how it will appear.

Correct. So...

we set a trap,

we capture it

and make it work for us.

The Red Angel's

bio-neural signature

was hidden inside Airiam's data

in a file called

Project Daedalus.

Are you absolutely certain

it was a match to Michael?

It's me.

SARU:

As the Angel travels

through time,

she opens a micro-wormhole

along with the possibility that

a future A.I. will follow her.

We can't let that happen again.

Agreed. Which is why

we have to stop her

from traveling

back and forth.

We have to capture her.

Me.

So, how do you propose

we trap her?

20 years ago,

we discovered the Klingons

were researching time travel.

Obviously a critical

threat-- a warrior race

with the ability to rewrite

the past and shape the future?

They'd have wiped us out

before we could even walk

out of the primordial soup.

No offense.

None taken.

They would've.

LELAND:

We found ourselves

in a temporal arms race, so

to gain a strategic advantage,

we developed

"The Daedalus Project."

It's ours.

(PADD beeping)

Section 31's grand

design for time travel.

You created the Red Angel?

The suit was on the

verge of being tested

when it was destroyed

by Klingon spies.

We thought they had abandoned

the project permanently.

Until the signals began.

LELAND:

Once the suit appeared

alongside the signals,

we started working

on a way to capture it.

A mousetrap, if you will,

to get our technology back.

And the individual

using that technology?

She will not be harmed.

There are gaps in your story

that I find disconcerting.

I've told you everything

you need to know.

Not if I'm the mission, sir.

Burnham.

GEORGIOU:

I have the technical

specifications

and a list

of, uh, equipment required.

Provided I may borrow some of

your top minds to build it.

You can work with Commander

Stamets. He's one of our best.

SPOCK:

Even if they succeed,

there is still the matter

of predicting

the Angel's next appearance.

She has not

consistently accompanied

the arrival of the signals.

Signal or no signal,

there has to be a pattern

to my jumps.

And once we find it,

we'll find me.

I'll figure out a way to close

the wormhole once she gets here.

The graviton beams on our ship

should be powerful enough.

I would be happy to assist you

with the calculations,

Captain Leland.

Admiral?

Let's go build a mousetrap.

BURNHAM:

Georgiou, wait.

What aren't you telling me?

(sighs) How many times

have you asked me that?

Aren't you getting bored?

I'll stop asking when it

stops being a question.

I know there's more to

that Daedalus story.

We shared

what we needed to share.

At least, I have.

Philippa.

I'm putting my life

in your hands.

You asked for my trust.

I'm giving you a way to earn it.

I'm not the one

with the information

you need to hear, Michael.

Leland?

It's my experience

it's often our best intentions

that cause us

to do the most harm,

especially to those we care for.

STAMETS:

This is the Red Angel.

A suit that lets someone travel

through time

via micro-wormholes.

But wormholes

are inherently unstable,

so the Angel

needs to hold them open

or she won't be able

to get home again.

And as I understand it,

to keep the wormhole open,

the suit generates

a membrane, a protective

layer that travels with her,

and one end stays attached

to her starting

point in the future.

An anchor.

When she wants to go home,

it snaps her back

like a rubber band.

TILLY:

Our phase discriminators

will hold the Angel

in stasis beams

so the membrane

can't snap her back.

And then we'll lower

her to a platform,

where an electromagnetic pulse

will shut down the time crystal

that powers her suit.

STAMETS:

And, uh, then we

raise the containment field,

and that will hold her here

for as long as we want.

And then, uh,

we can question her,

and nothing from the future

will be able to reach us. Right?

What's that look on your face?

I was thinking you may be

smarter than the Stamets I knew.

You're also much more neurotic.

Have you considered medication?

Um, based on my calculations,

the phase discriminators

should function properly.

The problem is...

(door whooshes open)

Uh, hey, Tilly.

Is, um, Admiral Cornwell here?

I thought she might be...

TILLY:

Yeah. What? No, she's not.

No, but it is... it's great...

uh, so great that you're here.

Please, your wide-eyed attempt

to release

this fabulous male tension

is a buzzkill.

You never learned to relish

a little discomfort, Red?

Who raised you?

My-my mom. My mom.

But she wasn't around a lot.

Stop talking.

You said

there was a problem, Paul?

Uh, yes, with the...

the phase discriminators.

Uh, we'd need the equivalent

of 12 warp cores

to generate enough energy

to-to run them,

and if we can even locate

that much power, it will be

almost impossible to control.

Not for you.

In fact,

we don't need warp cores.

One of the Project

Daedalus testing sites

was on Essof Four.

Y-Yes, I've read

about that place.

So much deuterium.

We can use it to create

a plasma reactor

to power up

our phase discriminators.

And then, snap,

we have our mouse.

You are savvier than he was.

CULBER:

Um...

you-you do know that

he's gay, right?

Don't be so binary.

In my universe,

he was pansexual,

and we had DEFCON-level

fun together.

And you, too, Papi.

Did you just call me Papi?

Uh, well, in my universe

and pretty much any universe

I can possibly imagine,

I'm gay.

And so is he.

Of course you are.

I'm glad we all see

what's right in front of us.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to talk to Captain Pike

about setting a course

for Essof Four.

(whispers):

What just happened?

Commander.

Hey.

I just...

(sighs) Look,

my job is to preserve

as many lives as possible

at any cost.

But what you said

at the service...

It is hard to let go.

You did the right thing.

I'm grateful you were there.

Strange way to get

to know someone, but...

after seeing how hard

you fought for her,

the real her...

Let's just say I'm grateful

you were there, too.

SARU:

The wormhole used

by the Red Angel would close

on its own eventually,

but we must find a way

to force it closed immediately

or risk

another A.I. infiltration.

Unfortunately,

Discovery's graviton beam

is not powerful enough to...

Which is why I said

I'd do it from my ship.

I'll have Specialist

Tyler help.

We'll close it fast.

Did Captain Pike decide

that I needed a monitor?

Is that why you're here?

I chose to work with you

because I wanted

to assess you myself.

Section 31 has engaged

in questionable practices

of late.

Given that we will be

working together

and the lives of those

I care for may be in your hands,

I need to know

that you can be trusted.

If you can tell the answer,

I'm not doing my job very well.

Even without my ganglia,

I still have

strong instinctive reactions

to dangerous situations

and individuals.

And?

I believe you will work

to protect your crew and ours

to the very best

of your ability.

I also believe

there are many things

you are not saying.

(door whooshes open)

Excuse me.

Mr. Saru.

May I have a moment

with Captain Leland, please?

Certainly, Commander.

(door whooshes open)

Captain, we're preparing

a strategy to capture me.

I have a right

to know everything you do.

As in everything you know.

You are capable of some

intricate moral gymnastics.

And that's your job, right?

But I am giving you

one chance

to explain everything

as you need to explain it.

I knew your parents.

They worked on Project

Daedalus for Section 31.

I had them stationed

on Doctari Alpha.

No.

We were stationed there

because my parents wanted

a change of scenery.

And we only stayed

as long as we did

because I wanted to see

a star go supernova.

You were there... because of me.

Your parents...

Your parents

were killed there...

because of me.

My parents... were scientists.

My father was

a xenoanthropologist.

My mother was an astrophysicist.

They wouldn't have been involved

in Section 31.

She was also an engineer.

A brilliant one.

They were working on a theory

that sudden technological leaps

across certain cultures,

including those on Earth,

weren't happenstance

but the result of time travel.

No. They would have known

that certain leaps,

including

technological advancements,

can be explained.

I wasn't convinced, either.

Until they built the suit.

No.

No, they didn't mention

anything like this to me.

Because it was classified.

And very dangerous.

What did you have to do

with this?

The suit was missing a key

component: a time crystal,

the element that would enable

it to jump through time.

We got intel from an

operative on Qo'noS

that a time crystal had

hit the black market

near the Orion Outpost.

I used my assets in

the sector to steal it.

See, I thought

that we had made it untraceable.

But the Klingons tracked it

to Doctari Alpha.

Where a star

was about to go supernova,

releasing a massive amount

of energy.

This whole time...

I thought...

We were there because of you?

For a time crystal?

And you let

the Klingons track it?

I was young,

I was ambitious, I...

I was careless.

I should have done more

to protect your parents.

I know how much this has

cost you, and I'm so sorry.

I hope...

(grunts)

That's for my mom.

(both grunt)

That's for my dad.

This isn't over.

(door whooshes open)

(groans quietly)

(door whooshes shut)

I just uploaded all

the Section 31 signal data.

Did you know?

Know what?

That Leland was responsible

for the death of my parents.

You knew, didn't you?

No.

Don't lie to me, Ash.

Michael, I don't know

what you're talking about.

Every moment

you work for Section 31,

you're announcing who you are.

You're saying this is your

compass, this is your course.

You can live with that?

Section 31 has

a specific mission.

I don't always agree

with their tactics,

but I do believe

in their mission.

No matter who pays the price?

It's not black-and-white.

They-they also do a lot of good.

(scoffs)

I'll take that as a "yes."

(sighs)

(door chimes)

Come.

Admiral, uh,

they said you were here.

Do you have a moment?

I do.

You, uh, used to be

a therapist.

Yes, I'm aware.

What's on your mind, Doctor?

(laughs)

Doctor.

I can understand how that

might sound strange to you.

I would assume

everything

is strange to you now.

Your experience

transcends

everything we know

about identity.

I've never felt more alone

in my life.

Even sitting here.

Commander Stamets is the person

who knew you most profoundly.

You used the past tense.

Well, you are... new.

I remember Paul.

I remember loving him,

but if feels like a dream.

It's someone else's life.

And I don't know

what I feel about him now.

Do you feel pressure

to feel something?

I can't give him what he needs.

And I don't want to hurt him.

All right. You know that.

You know you don't want

to hurt him.

That's not enough.

Enough for what?

Enough for the man

I know loves me.

And who I once loved.

Love is a choice...

Hugh, and one doesn't just

make that choice once.

One makes it again and again.

(PADD chimes)

I'll let you

get back to it.

Doctor.

The only way to make a new road

is to walk it.

Thank you, Admiral.

(door whooshes open)

(grunting)

SPOCK:

I'm sure Captain Leland

appreciates your choice

of high-density urethane foam

in lieu of his nasal cartilage.

Spock, no offense,

but you're the last person

I want to talk to right now.

You are angry.

An understandable reaction.

You lost your friend.

Knowing her death

was unavoidable

would not provide solace.

You also learned

that you are the Red Angel,

which does not make

logical sense despite

its correlation

to your emotional profile.

Spock...

Finally,

you discovered

your parents were killed

because of Captain Leland's

negligence,

which does not make their loss

any more acceptable.

I do wish I'd been there

when you struck him.

I believe I would have

found the moment...

satisfying.

You have experienced

a series of events

in which both emotion

and logic have failed you.

In my experience of this,

it is...

...uncomfortable.

Very.

(sighs)

(sighs)

What you said about...

me always finding a

way to blame myself...

You are right.

I brought my guilt

into your home.

I'm sorry.

You were a child...

with a child's understanding

of an event

that even adults

would struggle to comprehend.

However, if it will

ease your suffering,

I accept your apology.

(sighs)

Thank you for coming

to talk to me.

It was unexpected.

And helpful.

I had not anticipated

this conversation, either,

but I appreciate it, as well.

So, why did you come

to see me, then?

In your absence,

I made a discovery.

I now understand the variance

in the signal patterns--

what causes the Angel to appear

at certain times and not others.

And?

The variance is you, Michael.

We don't have to wait.

We can set the trap directly

on Essof Four.

PIKE:

The plan was to power the

trap there and take it

wherever we find the Angel.

What's changed?

We've been trying to track her

by the signals,

asking when

she might appear somewhere.

But what we should have been

asking is why.

Why does she appear

where she does?

Each signal brought

Discovery to

a location where

lives were saved.

The Angel appeared at some of

those locations, but not all.

Leaving no clear pattern

to suggest intent.

However, there is a pattern

to her appearances

without any signal.

As when Spock was a boy and it

warned him that I was in danger,

when it appeared to me on the

asteroid when I was injured,

seeing it gave me strength,

knowing that help was

on the way.

You were saving your own life.

The Grandfather Paradox.

Future Burnham would not exist

if Present Burnham were

to perish.

When Michael's life

was in danger,

her guardian Red Angel

intervenes.

Which means

I have to be the bait.

What does that mean exactly?

The place doesn't have

a breathable atmosphere.

We set a trap, I go down.

You let me start to suffocate.

Are you insane?

Absolutely not.

The Angel will protect her,

Captain,

or her efforts to

communicate with us,

to save the galaxy,

would be for naught.

And if anything were

to not go as planned,

Dr. Culber will be right there

to resuscitate me.

But we do not believe he will

ultimately be necessary.

I'm not looking forward to it,

Captain-- far from it--

but we do not see any other way.

What you are asking me to allow

is in direct opposition

to the oath I took

as a Starfleet captain.

I understand,

but with all due respect,

between risking myself

and risking all sentient life,

there is no choice.

Captain, if we're going

to capture the Red Angel,

you have to let me die.

SPOCK:

To call Essof Four inhospitable

would be

a gross understatement.

Temperatures

fluctuate wildly.

And its carbon monoxide

atmosphere

is laced with

perchlorate dust

which will quickly

prove lethal

to any oxygen-breathing

life-form.

But the facility itself

has oxygen, doesn't it?

That is correct.

(whirring)

GEORGIOU:

So we're going to the

Ninth Circle of Hell to capture

a Red Angel.

I'd enjoy the irony of that

if this weren't so dangerous.

Commander Stamets,

your work must

be precise.

We have to succeed

on the first attempt.

We won't have

another opportunity.

Once Commander Burnham is

strapped into that chair,

the roof will recede,

she'll be exposed

to the toxic atmosphere,

and she will have exactly

two minutes to live.

And she'll suffocate...

painfully.

PIKE:

Dr. Culber, be prepared

to breach the target

area and resuscitate.

I will. Don't worry, sir.

SPOCK:

But you cannot

revive her too early,

or the Angel will not appear.

And if she does not,

we will lose much more than

the life of Michael Burnham.

All sentient life will be lost.

Hey.

May I come in?

Yeah.

I'm glad you're here.

You have to know,

what happened to your parents...

Please don't apologize.

What I said to you was not fair.

I was angry,

and I didn't know

where to put it.

I think you put it where

you knew it would be okay.

I don't... I don't want that

to be our last conversation

if, um...

No, don't even think that way.

This will work.

You have an entire crew

dedicated to saving your life.

You have me.

(shudders)

I'm scared.

Me, too.

Captain, the facility

is prepped and ready.

The away team

is on site.

Welcome to the bridge,

Lieutenant Nilsson.

Standing by, Captain.

STAMETS:

Bringing phase discriminators

online.

We didn't get a chance to

talk at Airiam's funeral.

I just...

wanted to say I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Paul...

This isn't the time.

Might not ever be the time.

Are you ready?

As I'll ever be.

Michael Burnham,

always willing

to sacrifice everything

for the good of others.

(exhales)

We'll monitor exposure time

from the moment

the roof retracts.

Why didn't you just tell me

about my parents?

(exhales)

It wasn't my story to tell.

But I could make certain

it was told.

I got to go.

(door clanks open)

Let us hope the Angel

lives up to her name.

Captain Leland,

are you and Mr. Tyler ready

to go?

Standing by to close the

wormhole in the Angel's wake.

Make it fast.

Trust me,

the last thing I want

is another A.I.

infecting our systems.

Michael...

(comm chirps)

I know, Ash.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What if it doesn't work?

Were you to perish,

I would be charged with killing

a Starfleet officer.

Again.

It would therefore be ideal

if you survived.

Such a way with words, Spock.

On your mark, Commander.

Ready.

Shutting down life support.

Starting timer now.

PIKE:

Two minutes and counting.

(timer beeping steadily,

indistinct chatter)

(clunking)

(whooshing)

(gasps)

(timer continues beeping)

(whooshing)

(groaning)

(Burnham screams, groaning)

(groaning)

(Burnham screams, gasping)

(screams)

(gasping)

Oxygen saturation

level's at 85%,

and falling fast.

If it drops below 40,

she won't make it.

Ensign Tilly,

tachyon update.

Ensign, are you picking up any

spikes in the tachyon radiation?

Sorry, sir.

Um, no change.

What if she isn't coming?

(gasping)

CULBER:

Oxygen saturation

is down to 62%.

Heart rate spiking.

GEORGIOU:

She wants out.

It's over.

We're coming to get you,

Michael.

Wait. She's saying something.

(gasping):

Var-Var...

Variance.

She said "variance."

I don't give a damn

what she said.

Get the oxygen.

Follow me.

Michael means that

she is the variance.

She is creating a

situation where

the Red Angel will have

no choice but to save her.

That thing is not coming,

and Michael

is shaking her head no!

SPOCK:

Because she does not

want interference.

We must let it proceed.

Oxygen is down to 42%.

If I don't get to her,

she'll die.

Yes, Doctor.

That is the idea.

(air hissing)

(gasping)

Status reports.

No change in

tachyon levels.

Sensors stable on my end, too.

No sign of the

Red Angel.

(Burnham continues gasping)

Your call.

PIKE:

This operation is over.

Away team, get her out of there.

We can't, sir.

Lieutenant Spock is

holding us hostage.

Says we have to let her die.

PIKE:

Damn it, Spock, stand down!

I'm sorry, Captain.

I cannot.

PIKE:

Spock, stand down!

That's an order!

SPOCK:

I am sorry, Captain. I cannot.

(gasps weakly)

(monitor beeping rapidly)

(flatlining)

♪ ♪

(panting)

Ops, beam Commander Burnham

directly to sickbay now.

I can't, Captain.

There's too much interference

to get a lock on her.

Interference from what?

I'm detecting a massive surge

in tachyon radiation.

Captain!

Get us over there! Now!

Shields up. Red alert.

(alarm wailing)

Get ready, Spock.

(rumbling, alarm beeping)

(grunting)

It's coming.

I need eyes.

Working on it.

(alarm continues wailing)

I'm having trouble stabilizing

the beam. I need more power!

Keep firing. I'll override

the security buffers.

Get that damn thing closed

as soon as you can!

(gasping)

Now!

(alarm beeping)

Authorizing

security buffer override.

COMPUTER:

System offline.

Tyler, I need...

(beeping)

System online.

Never mind.

Authorizing

security buffer override.

Working.

Let's go. It is not that hard.

Let's go. Let's go.

(à la Leland):

It is not that hard.

(groaning)

(gasping weakly)

Tyler, you should have

the power you need now.

Wormhole's closed!

Reengaging atmosphere.

(gasping)

Systems back up.

Can you get out there

to Burnham?

Not yet. It's not safe.

Firing EMP.

(grunting)

We have

the Red Angel.

Raising containment field now.

(panting)

Mom?

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