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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 donât understand why it chose you.

It guided me to a remote planet

and showed me...

the end.

♪

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.

That version of me

that called your quarters home,

that version of me is dead.

And lâm not going back.

Would you please just move forward

and let me do the same?

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. lâm 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?

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 sheâll be remembered.

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.

lâm... I'm grateful to her for that lesson.

She was my friend.

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.

I just felt the weight

of what I had lost...

but she showed me that my augmentation didnât make me

an imitation of myself.

It made both of us new.

And that there could be a future.

She was right.

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.

You spoke beautifully.

Thank you.

lâm so sorry.

lâm sorry you were confined to quarters for so long.

I told Captain Pike you werenât responsible.

Itâs okay.

If I were in his shoes, lâd have done the same.

I just wish it had played out differently.

Yeah.

Michael.

I can feel what youâre 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 donât think I knew what was happening, do you?

Of course not.

But your duty is still to them.

So...

Letâs 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? To the best of our knowledge,

the future A.I. only infected Airiam and Control.

Airiamâs 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.

Letâs not celebrate just yet.

The A.I. that infected Control

could have sent itself off-station.

We have to assume that itâs lying dormant for now,

but it could reemerge at any time.

And when it does, we have to be able to destroy it somehow.

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 Airiamâs system,

and I-I found this weird code, and at first,

I figured, uh, itâs just some junk from an old update,

but then I discovered itâs 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, itâs you.

♪

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Star Trek: Discovery S02E10 - The Red Angel

♪

While Dr. Culber hasnât been officially reinstated,

lâve asked him to oversee analysis

of the data TILLY uncovered.

The results are conclusive?

Well, every test that lâve run on Commander Burnham

is a 100% match to the bio-neural signature

found in Airiamâs 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 couldnât replicate.

I would have caught it.

Weâre saying that Michael, our-our Michael Burnham,

is going to wake up one day,

access time-travel technology that doesnât 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.

We must also assume the cataclysmic events I foresaw

when the Angel appeared to me are a result

of Control evolving, achieving consciousness.

Letâs assume for a moment I am the Red Angel.

If I knew about an apocalypse, why wouldnât I say so?

Perhaps you simply have a penchant for the dramatic.

Okay.

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 Starfleetâs attention, maybe to warn us.

But the first three signals

appeared on the asteroid,

Terralysium, and Kaminar,

with four left to reveal themselves.

If lâm guiding Starfleet

to these specific places

on some sort of path, why?

What do these locations have in common?

Admiral. Captain. Weâve 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.

Weâre aware, Admiral.

Chris, lâm sorry

for the loss of your crew member.

Weâre here to make sure nothing else from the future

can attack the Federation.

Weâre already working on a strategy.

In other words,

youâre accumulating input,

which only invites debate.

No debate, no innovation.

I prefer a little totalitarian efficiency,

but thatâs me.

Admiral,

we have a solution.

lâm cringing already.

The Angel is the only one with answers about the future,

the A.I. and perhaps how to stop it.

And we canât predict when or how it will appear.

Correct. So...

we set a trap, we capture it

and make it work for us.

The Red Angelâs bio-neural signature

was hidden inside Airiamâs data

in a file called Project Daedalus.

Are you absolutely certain it was a match to Michael?

Itâs me.

As the Angel travels through time,

she opens a micro-wormhole

along with the possibility that a future A.I. will follow her.

We canât 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?

Theyâd have wiped us out

before we could even walk out of the primordial soup.

No offense.

None taken.

They wouldâve.

We found ourselves

in a temporal arms race, so to gain a strategic advantage,

we developed "The Daedalus Project. "

Itâs ours.

Section 31âs 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.

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.

lâve told you everything you need to know.

- Not if lâm the mission, sir. - Burnham.

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. Heâs one of our best.

Even if they succeed,

there is still the matter of predicting

the Angelâs 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, weâll find me.

lâll 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?

Letâs go build a mousetrap.

Georgiou, wait.

What arenât you telling me?

How many times have you asked me that?

Arenât you getting bored?

lâll stop asking when it stops being a question.

I know thereâs more to that Daedalus story.

We shared what we needed to share.

- At least, I have. - Philippa.

lâm putting my life in your hands.

You asked for my trust.

lâm giving you a way to earn it.

lâm not the one with the information

you need to hear, Michael.

Leland?

Itâs my experience itâs often our best intentions

that cause us to do the most harm,

especially to those we care for.

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 wonât 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.

Our phase discriminators

will hold the Angel in stasis beams

so the membrane canât snap her back.

And then weâll lower her to a platform,

where an electromagnetic pulse

will shut down the time crystal that powers her suit.

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?

Whatâs that look on your face?

I was thinking you may be

smarter than the Stamets I knew.

Youâre also much more neurotic.

Have you considered medication?

Um, based on my calculations,

the phase discriminators should function properly.

The problem is...

Uh, hey, TILLY.

Is, um, Admiral Cornwell here?

I thought she might be...

Yeah. What? No, sheâs not.

No, but it is... itâs great...

uh, so great that youâre 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 wasnât around a lot. - Stop talking.

You said there was a problem, Paul?

Uh, yes, with the... the phase discriminators.

Uh, weâd 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 donât need warp cores.

One of the Project Daedalus testing sites

was on Essof Four.

Y- Yes, lâve 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 heâs gay, right?

Donât 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,

lâm gay.

And so is he. Of course you are.

lâm glad we all see

whatâs right in front of us.

And now, if youâll excuse me,

I need to talk to Captain Pike about setting a course

for Essof Four.

What just happened?

Commander.

Hey. I just...

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.

lâm grateful you were there.

Strange way to get to know someone, but...

after seeing how hard you fought for her,

the real her...

Letâs just say I'm grateful you were there, too.

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, Discoveryâs graviton beam

is not powerful enough to...

Which is why I said lâd do it from my ship.

lâll have Specialist Tyler help.

Weâll close it fast.

Did Captain Pike decide

that I needed a monitor?

Is that why youâre 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, lâm 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.

Excuse me.

Mr. Saru.

May I have a moment with Captain Leland, please?

Certainly, Commander.

Captain, weâre 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 thatâs 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 wouldnât 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,

werenât happenstance

but the result of time travel.

No. They would have known that certain leaps,

including technological advancements,

can be explained.

I wasnât convinced, either.

Until they built the suit.

No.

No, they didnât 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'ânoS

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 lâm so sorry.

I hope...

Thatâs for my mom.

Thatâs for my dad.

This isnât over.

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, didnât you?

- No. - Donât lie to me, Ash.

Michael, I donât know what youâre talking about.

Every moment you work for Section 31,

youâre announcing who you are.

Youâre saying this is your compass, this is your course.

You can live with that?

Section 31 has a specific mission.

I donât always agree with their tactics,

but I do believe in their mission.

- No matter who pays the price? - Itâs not black-and-white.

They-they also do a lot of good.

lâll take that as a "yes. "

Come.

Admiral, uh, they said you were here.

Do you have a moment?

I do.

You, uh, used to be a therapist.

Yes, lâm aware.

Whatâs on your mind, Doctor?

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.

lâve 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.

Itâs someone else's life.

And I donât know what I feel about him now.

Do you feel pressure to feel something?

I canât give him what he needs.

And I donât want to hurt him.

All right. You know that.

- You know you donât want to hurt him. - Thatâs 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 doesnât just make that choice once.

One makes it again and again.

lâll let you get back to it.

Doctor.

The only way to make a new road

is to walk it.

Thank you, Admiral.

lâm sure Captain Leland appreciates your choice

of high-density urethane foam in lieu of his nasal cartilage.

Spock, no offense, but youâre 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 Lelandâs negligence,

which does not make their loss

any more acceptable.

I do wish lâd 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.

What you said about...

me always finding a way to blame myself...

You are right.

I brought my guilt into your home.

lâm sorry.

You were a child...

with a childâs understanding of an event

that even adults would struggle to comprehend.

However, if it will

ease your suffering,

I accept your apology.

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 donât have to wait.

We can set the trap directly on Essof Four.

The plan was to power the trap there and take it

wherever we find the Angel. Whatâs changed?

Weâve 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 Michaelâs life was in danger,

her guardian Red Angel intervenes.

Which means I have to be the bait.

What does that mean exactly?

The place doesnât 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.

lâm 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 weâre going to capture the Red Angel,

you have to let me die.

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, doesnât it?

That is correct.

So weâre going to the Ninth Circle of Hell to capture

a Red Angel.

lâd enjoy the irony of that if this werenât so dangerous.

Commander Stamets,

your work must be precise.

We have to succeed on the first attempt.

We wonât have another opportunity.

Once Commander Burnham is strapped into that chair,

the roof will recede,

sheâll be exposed to the toxic atmosphere,

and she will have exactly two minutes to live.

And sheâll suffocate... painfully.

Dr. Culber, be prepared

to breach the target area and resuscitate.

I will. Donât worry, sir.

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.

lâm glad you're here.

You have to know, what happened to your parents...

Please donât apologize.

What I said to you was not fair.

I was angry,

and I didnât know where to put it.

I think you put it where you knew it would be okay.

I donât... I don't want that to be our last conversation

if, um...

No, donât even think that way.

This will work.

You have an entire crew dedicated to saving your life.

You have me.

lâm 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.

Bringing phase discriminators online.

We didnât get a chance to talk at Airiamâs funeral.

I just... wanted to say lâm sorry.

Thank you.

Paul...

This isnât the time.

Might not ever be the time.

Are you ready?

As lâll ever be.

Michael Burnham,

always willing to sacrifice everything

for the good of others.

Weâll monitor exposure time

from the moment the roof retracts.

Why didnât you just tell me about my parents?

It wasnât my story to tell.

But I could make certain it was told.

I got to go.

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 Angelâs wake.

Make it fast.

Trust me, the last thing I want

is another A.I. infecting our systems.

Michael...

I know, Ash.

♪

♪

What if it doesnât 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.

Two minutes and counting.

Oxygen saturation levelâs at 85%,

and falling fast.

If it drops below 40, she wonât 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 isnât coming?

Oxygen saturation is down to 62%.

Heart rate spiking.

She wants out.

Itâs over.

Weâre coming to get you, Michael.

Wait. Sheâs saying something.

Var-Var...

Variance.

She said "variance. "

I donât 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!

Because she does not want interference.

We must let it proceed.

Oxygen is down to 42%.

If I donât get to her, sheâll die.

Yes, Doctor.

That is the idea.

Status reports.

No change in tachyon levels.

Sensors stable on my end, too.

No sign of the Red Angel.

Your call.

This operation is over. Away team, get her out of there.

We canât, sir.

Lieutenant Spock is

holding us hostage. Says we have to let her die.

Damn it, Spock, stand down!

lâm sorry, Captain. I cannot.

Spock, stand down! Thatâs an order!

I am sorry, Captain. I cannot.

♪

Ops, beam Commander Burnham directly to sickbay now.

I canât, Captain. Thereâs too much interference

to get a lock on her.

Interference from what?

lâm detecting a massive surge

in tachyon radiation.

- Captain! - Get us over there! Now!

Shields up. Red alert.

Get ready, Spock.

Itâs coming.

- I need eyes. - Working on it.

lâm having trouble stabilizing the beam. I need more power!

Keep firing. lâll override the security buffers.

Get that damn thing closed as soon as you can!

Now!

Authorizing security buffer override.

System offline.

Tyler, I need...

- System online. - Never mind.

Authorizing security buffer override.

Working.

Letâs go. It is not that hard.

Letâs go. Let's go.

It is not that hard.

Tyler, you should have the power you need now.

Wormholeâs closed!

Reengaging atmosphere.

Systems back up.

Can you get out there to Burnham?

Not yet. Itâs not safe.

Firing EMP.

We have the Red Angel.

Raising containment field now.

Mom?

People think time is precious.

But is not.

Time is savage.

It always wins.

Whats we do now, on this moment...

Has the power to determinate the future.

We haven't come this far to lose everything now.

Burnham to Discovery.

Blow this place to hell.

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