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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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Star Trek: Discovery
S02E10 - The Red Angel