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(rhythmic beeping and whooshing)

JERRY:
Where'd you get those?

KRAMER: The machine.
You want one?

No.
Here.

KRAMER: Take one. JERRY:
I don't want one.

No. They're good. Take one.
I don't want any.

KRAMER: Just take one. No, stop.

Kramer, stop it!

(canned laughter on screen)

(laughter)

(snort, laughter)

I do not understand
the source of your amusement.

'Cause it's funny, man!

It is my understanding
that such a surgical procedure

was a delicate, high-risk
undertaking at the time.

Yeah, that's
why it's funny!

But could not the entry
of a confection

into the exposed internal
biology potentially put

the patient's life in danger?

You know, when you asked us
to explain comedy to you,

I didn't think you were gonna
try to ruin everything good.

But to derive mirth
from the pain of another being

is sadism, is it not?

ED: I mean, it's
case by case.

Like, if a guy
on a bike tries to do a trick,

and he smashes his balls,
that's funny.

I would agree. Okay, here's
a better example, Isaac.

Have you ever heard
of a practical joke?

I am unfamiliar with the term.

Okay. Well, I'm
gonna show you.

(alarm beeping) ALARA: Captain,

we're receiving
a priority one distress signal

from the Gatria star system.

That's right
in our neighborhood.

Set course
and engage quantum drive.

Aye, sir.
(trilling)

Looks like a
sun diver.

A what?

KELLY:
A comet that got caught

in the gravitational
pull of a star.

It basically makes
a kamikaze dive

until it's vaporized
by the heat.

ALARA:
Captain,

the signal's coming

from the surface of the comet.

It's a crashed ship.
What?

Isolate the frequency
and patch me in.

You're on, sir.

Unidentified vessel,
this is the U.S.S. Orville.

Do you read me?
(static)

This is Captain Pria Lavesque

of the mining ship Horizon.

(explosion)
I'm in trouble.

(explosions)

♪

Captain Lavesque, stand by.

We're gonna get you
out of there.

How's your life support?

It's functioning,

but it's getting
pretty hot in here.

Isaac,
what about a tractor beam?

The vessel is partially embedded
in the surface of the comet.

The tractor beam could
compromise its hull integrity.

What if someone pilots a shuttle
to the surface?

ISAAC: The rescue would
need to be completed

before the comet gets
too close to the star,

or the shuttle
will be unable

to escape
its gravity.

Captain, respectfully submit
that the attractiveness

of the ship's occupant
makes the rescue imperative.

I could do it. ISAAC:
The star's gravity

will cause the comet
to break apart

in seven minutes, 23 seconds.

You could do it. All
right, let's move fast.

Gordon, Alara, you're with me.
Ed.

Be careful.

Scans show the ship is near
the apex of the comet.

Why do I have a bad
feeling about this?

You got this, right?
Yeah.

Why'd your voice just get
so high-pitched? Huh?

Your voice just got really
high-pitched just then. No, it didn't.

Yeah, it did. You were like
"Yeah." No, it's all good.

Well, then what was
the high-pitch...

(in deep voice):
It's fine. I got this.

Damn, that thing took a beating.

(mechanical chirping)

We got two minutes. Let's go.

(electrical hissing, rumbling)

(groaning)

Alara, you want to open
this jar of pickles?

Hey! Easy with the merchandise!

The merchandise is about
to be vaporized. Come on!

Mercer to Orville!
How much time do we have?

11 seconds.
Ed, hurry!

Strap in, you guys.

We're sealed.
Here we go.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no!

Come on! Come on!

What is it?

It's the gravity from the star!
It's pulling us in!

(yelling)

Mercer to Orville. Lock onto
us with the tractor beam.

Lamarr, lock onto them!
Locking on.

Got 'em! Bringin' 'em back.

Nice work, John.

(trilling)

What the hell were you doing
trying to land on a comet?

Oh. I was returning
from a mining expedition

in the Matar system,

and I encountered a
Krill battle cruiser.

I managed to outrun it,
but it drained my power.

My sensors detected a dysonium
deposit inside the comet.

So, it was either
try and land there

and get the fuel that I needed,
or sit around and wait to die.

Well, lucky for you, we happened
to be in your neck of the woods.

Extremely lucky.
Thank you, Captain.

Well, you're welcome, Captain.
Alara will assign you

temporary quarters
until we can drop you off

at the nearest Union base.
Perfect.

Deck C quarters, unit three?
Yeah. Wait.

Didn't the last guy in
there have a hamster?

Lieutenant Phillips, yeah.

Does it still
smell like hamster?

I'll give her unit six.
Great.

Well, insane day for you, huh?
Yeah. You know,

I'm not ashamed to admit
I could use a drink.

Well, you know,
I'm hosting a cocktail thing

for the senior officers tonight
in my quarters.

You're welcome to join.
I'd love to.

Great.

(sighs)

Oh, it's almost 1800 hours.
I'm gonna go get ready.

Okay, I'll
see you there.

GORDON:
Oh, wait. Captain?

You mind stickin' around for a few minutes?
Why? What for?

I think everyone's
gonna want to see this.

See what?
(stifles a laugh)

(muffled laughter) Is there some
reason I am the central focus

of everyone's attention?

Well, you look happier
than usual.

Happiness is not possible
for an artificial life form.

You have a face.

I do not understand.

Isaac, are you aware

that you have Mr. Potato Head
pieces all over you?

(Gordon laughs)

I got you, man!
I totally got you!

See, that's a
practical joke!

Wait. You put that stuff on him?
Yeah.

While he was recharging.

How the hell can you even see
with all of that stuff on?

I detect environmental stimuli
with internal sensors.

My eyes are
purely aesthetic.

Evidently,
my sensors did not classify

these "Mr. Potato Head pieces"
as a threat.

Okay, okay, so, now
it's your turn, okay?

You got to get me.

And you got to be creative.

You got to do it when
I least expect it.

And this is... humor?
Yes!

I must admit, it is
quite challenging.

However, I will do my best.

(laughs)

("Penthouse Serenade"
by Erroll Garner playing)

Oh, well, the mining company
keeps things from getting dull,

I can tell you that.

The Vega Consortium operates out
by the frontier, doesn't it?

Yes. Oh, you meet some pretty
wild cultures out there.

Last year, I was trying to
secure mining rights on a planet

where it's customary
at the start

of any business negotiation

for all parties
to show their genitals.

What's the point of that?

It's a show of good faith,

a promise that

all negotiators
will be forthright

and free from deception.

Well, if you're a miner, I guess

that's what you call
"finding a vein."

(Pria clears
her throat)

KELLY: So, Captain Lavesque,
where are you from originally?

PRIA: Uh, I was
born on Earth.

Massachusetts, actually.

No kidding?
I'm from Massachusetts.

Really? What part?

Little town called Boxford.
I'm from Andover.

Oh, my God,
we were neighbors.

Did you ever go

to the Salem Witch
Museum as a kid?

My mother took me there
when I was ten.

It scared
the crap out of me.

That holographic
recreation

of the Giles Corey
interrogation?

Yes, where they kept putting the
rocks on top of him to get him

to confess, and he was going,
"More weight!" "More weight!"

I had nightmares for a month. I
don't think you ever told me that.

It's, like, this weird, specific
thing. You kind of just had

to be there, but, God, it's
so crazy that you would bring

that up. PRIA: It's crazy.

Man, I haven't thought
about that in years.

(Ed and Pria laugh)

♪

(door chimes)

Come in!

Hi. Me again.

Captain Lavesque.

Hi.
Oh, please,

you can call me Pria.

Pria. Um, I hope
you had fun tonight.

I did. I had
a lot of fun.

Good, good,
good. Um...

we still have some,
uh, orange...

(stammers) fl-flooflers. I
don't know what they are, but...

I'm vegetarian.
They're terrible.

Forget it.
(chuckles)

Listen, I realized
I never said a proper thank-you.

You know, I would've
been cooked alive today

if it hadn't been
for you and your crew.

Well, that's our job.

Uh, how are
your quarters?

Doesn't smell like hamster.
That's great. That's gr...

That's-that's a big
win around here. Um,

well, please don't steal our
towels. We've had some problems.

(laughs)

Okay. I won't.

Um...

I'm gonna turn in.

Okay.

Thank you.

(door whooshes shut)

♪

Search personnel database
for the Vega Mining Consortium.

Name: Pria Lavesque.

COMPUTER:
Search complete.

No results.

(door whooshes open)

And this is our engine room.

We have a dysonium-powered
quantum drive system

capable of speeds exceeding
ten light-years per hour.

That's impressive.
Yeah.

Chief.

This is Captain
Lavesque.

And th some.

(chuckles)

Uh-oh. Callin' HR.
(chuckles)

I'm just kidding.
Steve Newton.

Glad to know you.

Nice to meet you.
YAPHIT: Hey, Chief,

the recalibration's gonna...

Yowza!

And this is Yaphit.
Hi, Yaphit.

Hi right back at ya.
(chuckles)

You know, this may sound
blunt, but you are

the only white woman
I've ever found attractive.

Well, you're the handsomest
pile of cat puke I've ever seen.

(laughs)

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

I love this gal!

Ed? Could I talk to you
for a second?

Yeah, sure. Uh,
why don't you guys

show Pria
the engine core?

What's up?

This is a current
personnel manifest

of the Vega Mining Consortium.

There's no record at all
of a Pria Lavesque.

Well, mining consortiums
have employees coming and going

all the time-- their records
are usually sloppy.

It's probably
just an oversight.

She said she's been there
at least a year.

Why are you so worried about her?
I'm your first officer.

It's my job to worry.

And as your first officer,
I would advise you

not to give her this kind
of access to our systems

until we can confirm her identity.
My God, what are we,

the Inquisition here?
She's done nothing wrong.

I just... I want Alara
to assign someone to her.

Just to be safe.
Oh, my God,

Kelly, no, no.

Listen, I will ask her

about the personnel manifest.

Okay? But that's
all I'm gonna do.

Excuse me.

(door whooshes open)

Commander, what
can I do for you?

This isn't really
a "commander" request.

This is more
of a "Kelly" request.

Okay. What is it?

I need you to check

Captain Lavesque's quarters.

Check them for what?

I don't know yet.

Okay.

That's a little awkward for me,
regulation-wise.

I mean, I can't just
go snooping around

someone's quarters
without a reason.

Unless you order me to.

No, it's not an order.

Here, look at this.

It's the personnel manifest
for the Vega Consortium.

There's no Pria Lavesque.

Well, mining consortiums
do keep crappy records.

Yeah, that's what Ed said.
I don't buy it.

And I'm guessing he doesn't know
about your "Kelly" request?

Look, can't you just come up
with some bogus security reason

for a search?
I'm telling you,

I have a bad feeling about her.

I can put it in my security log

as a radiation check.

It's a little shaky
if anyone takes a close look,

but I'll do it--
if you promise me one thing.

What's that?
That your concern

is purely in the line of duty

and it has nothing to do
with the goo-goo eyes

that the captain was making
at Pria during drinks.

Okay, first of all, I didn't
notice any goo-goo eyes.

And second of all,
even if there were,

I wouldn't give a damn.

This is 100%
in the line of duty.

I'm a professional.

(door chimes)
Housekeeping.

(whirring)

You know, it would help
me if I had some idea

of what we were
looking for.

Anything out of the ordinary.

Commander.

I might have something.

(whirring)

This is really strange.

The scan can't penetrate it.

Can't tell what's inside.

(door in hallway whooshes open)

PRIA:
Oh.

Hey. ALARA: Captain Lavesque.

Hi. Uh, sorry...
for the intrusion.

We were just investigating
a possible radiation leak.

Oh. Everything okay?

It's fine.
Great.

We just wanted to make sure
that you didn't go to bed

and wake up with a third eye
or an extra kidney

or... something.

Oh, I've been exposed to so much
radiation in the mines.

If I was gonna turn mutant,
it would have happened by now.

Right. Of course.

Well, I think we're
all finished here.

Yes. All set.

ALARA:
Again, sorry for the intrusion.

♪

You gotta be kidding me.

Ed, just hear me out on this.

You went into her quarters
and did a search?

This was my doing.
I ordered Alara to assist me.

I appreciate that, Commander.
But it's not true, Captain.

I falsified the
entry permit.

You are the chief of security
on a Union starship.

You don't go searching
guest quarters

without reasonable cause. Yes,
sir, but we both felt that...

And you are my first officer,
all right?

You're supposed
to be setting an example,

and here you are
ransacking a room?

What, did you read her diary, too?
No, we couldn't find it.

But, Ed,

we discovered an object.

Metallic, rectangular
in shape...

Oh, my God,
you found a rectangle.

Good Lord, well,
should I sound

the red alert now?
Our scans

couldn't penetrate it.

We had no idea
what it was.

So it could be a belt buckle,
for all you know.

I suppose it could be.

I'm putting a formal reprimand
on your record.

Dismissed.

(door whooshes open)

Ed,

can I be perfectly honest with you?
(door whooshes closed)

I don't think you're being
objective regarding Pria.

(scoffs)
Wait, I'm sorry.

I'm not being objective?

I'm not being...

I-I'm sorry, which one of us

just went tossin' cells?

How am I not
being objective?

I think you're letting

her charisma cloud the fact

that she may not be
what she seems.

I have no idea what you're talking about.
You were making

goo-goo eyes at her
all through drinks.

I was not making goo-goo eye...

By the way, even if I was,

even if I was,

what business is that of yours?

We're not together anymore.

You can date whoever you want.

So can I.
And that's fine.

I'm not saying otherwise.

But if it affects
your judgment as an officer,

it is my job
to point it out to you.

Hey, I'm not the one
playing Nancy Drew here.

Okay? Look, let's... let's do
a sanity check, shall we?

We rescued
this woman.

Wha... What do you think,
she crashed her own ship

just so she could come here
and do free laundry?

And by the way,
by the way, yes,

you know what,
I find her attractive.

So what?
My concern

is completely
unemotional, trust me.

You can bang that chick on your
kitchen sink for all I care.

I don't ever do it
near the food, you know that.

But as your XO,
I am telling you,

there is something wrong here.

(loud bang)

BORTUS (over comm): Captain,
please report to the bridge.

ED:
Report.

We don't know where
the impacts are coming from.

There's nothing out there.

(loud bang, alarm blares)

Well, there's got to be
something out there.

We're getting pounded.

Captain, I believe
we may have encountered

a concentrated
dark matter storm.

Is that a thing?

They are extremely rare.

How do we get out of it?
Captain, I can...

I can help.

What do you mean?
We encountered

a dark matter storm
on a mining expedition

to Pollux 5.

Adjust your weapons array
to flood the area

with neutralized
axion particles.

ISAAC:
A fascinating theory.

I do not believe anyone has
ever attempted such a solution.

PRIA:
Do it.

Trust me.

♪

(brief whirr)

Gordon, get us out of here.

Oh, my God.

(loud crashing)

Sir! The impacts have severely
weakened our deflectors.

Structural damage is imminent.

ED: Gordon, what are our options?
Captain, I've never

even seen a dark matter storm,
let alone flown through one.

I can do it.

What?

I've done it before.

Just give me helm control.

KELLY:
Ed.

Gordon?

Might as well, Captain.

This is above my pay grade.

BORTUS: Deflectors
are gone, sir.

One more hit
could destroy the Orville.

Do it.

♪

♪

(alarm sounds)

(crash)

(exhaling)

Pound it.

(chuckles)

What's the
damage?

Communications arrays
have been destroyed, but,

otherwise, we are intact.

Are communications
completely down?

Affirmative.
Total blackout.

We'll have to make a stop
at outpost 49 for repairs.

That's five days off course.

Well you know,
there's a Consortium base

only a day away from here.

I have some friends there,
and I'm sure they'll be happy

to refit your communications
array. Plus, you can

drop me off,
I'll be out of your hair.

It's the least I can do

after everything
you've done for me.

Well, you just
saved our ship.

I think we're even.

But that would save
us a lot of time.

Great. I'll give your navigator
the coordinates.

You're letting her dictate
our course now, too?

If we needed any more proof

that she can be trusted,
we just got it.

I want to show
you something.

(birds singing)

It's breathtaking.

What's the name of
the planet again?

Unuk Four.

Our environmental simulator
doesn't really do it justice,

but you get the idea.

Have you ever been there?

No, it's off-limits because
the people are nightmarish.

They capture outsiders and then
sacrifice them to a raccoon god

by methodically
dismembering them.

Wow.
Yeah.

It's a stunning place, though.

Gorgeous place,
yeah. Yeah.

So, where'd you learn
all those piloting tricks?

I'm out there every day,

flying by the seat
of my pants.

People like me have
to be creative.

Well, I like creative.

I, um...

I actually got out
of a rough marriage

not too long ago, so I...

I think maybe we should
take this slow.

Or... or that.
That works, too.

Hey, I'm sorry if I
pushed you into something

you weren't ready for.

No, no, it's...
that's good.

PRIA: Really?
ED: Yeah.

I just figure
it's always easier

to talk in bed.

(sighs) You know,
if we're being honest here,

I... should tell you

you're actually
the first person I've been with

since my divorce.

Oh, wow.

That's no pressure
for me there.

No, no, no,
you were fine.

Uh, better than fine.
Really.

You were blue chip.

"Blue chip"?
Yeah.

Your pillow talk's
a little rusty, huh?

It is, isn't it?
Yeah.

Yeah, okay, it's been
a while, sorry.

What happened with
your marriage?

If you don't want
to talk about it,

it's okay.
No, it's...

It's fine. Um...

She cheated on me

with a Retepsian.

You know what they are?
They got the blue skin,

they got the scales...
Oh...

...the stuff that comes out
of the forehead.

It's, like, a whole
weird mess.

I'm sorry.

You must have
been devastated.

I was.
(sighs)

But... I don't know,
at the same time

I knew it was coming.

I was working too much,

and I didn't give us
the time that we deserved.

Still, she could have just
asked you for a divorce.

To be cheated on,

man, that's...

There's nothing worse than that.

I haven't really trusted
anyone since then.

Until now.

(chiming)

Huh...

(device continues chiming)

All right.

All right, I'm up, I'm up.

(chiming stops)

(exhales):
Oh...

(thud)

(screaming)

How far are we from
the Consortium base?

About two hours.

Keep forward scanners
at maximum.

Kelly, what are you looking for?
I don't know.

Trouble.

GORDON:
Isaac!

(gasps)
What the hell?

What happened
to your leg?

He amputated it

while I was sleeping!

Ha ha. Got you.
What?!

I have retaliated.

That is my practical joke.

This isn't a joke,
you psychopath!

You dismembered me!

ISAAC:
I am confused.

You said to be creative,
and you said to do it

when you least
expected it.

I have adhered
to both directives.

Isaac, did you anesthetize
him in his sleep?

Of course, Commander.

It would not do
to have him awaken

during the procedure.

Well, where the hell
is it?

If you are referring
to your leg, I have hidden it.

Given its importance
to you,

it seemed the most
humorous course of action.

Son of a bitch!
I'll kill you!

ED: Oh, hey, hey, Gordon... I swear
to God, I'm gonna unplug you!

ED: It'll be easier just to
have Dr. Finn regenerate it.

Alara, take him to sick bay.
Come on.

You're sick, dude.
I mean it.

There is something really
friggin' wrong with you!

It seems I have
much to learn about humor.

What did I do wrong?

Well, Isaac,
you can't just cut off...

STEVE (over comm): Captain, I
think you and Commander Grayson

had better come
to engineering.

Chief, what's the matter?

We found something strange

in the navigational relays.

We're on our way.

(door whooshes open)

What is it, Chief?

Yaphit was in the
navigational conduits

doing a maintenance check
when he found this.

KELLY: That's the object
Alara and I found

in Pria's quarters.

(sighs)

Can you, um...
Can you remove it?

We tried.
It's in tight.

We'd have to blast it out,

which could damage
the main relay.

Mercer to Alara.
Meet us at Pria's quarters.

Hey.
What's going on?

We found something
in engineering.

We were hoping you could
tell us what it is.

Well, I see the cat's out
of the bag.

I think it's time
for you to tell us

who the hell you really are.

I'm from the 29th century,

about 400 years
in your future.

When your ship encountered
that dark matter storm,

you were all supposed to die.

You honestly expect us to
believe you're a time traveler?

It's the truth.

Oh, I almost forgot.

What the hell?

Lamarr to Captain.

What is it?

JOHN:
Sir, I've lost helm control.

Something else is driving
the ship.

Ooh, it's a handy
little device. (sighs)

It's actually what
piloted your ship

through that dark matter storm.
KELLY: You're telling us

you came back in time
to save our lives?

Why?

I'm afraid it wasn't your lives
I wanted to save.

It was your ship.

Wait, if you really are from
the future, what possible use

could the Orville be to you?

I'm a dealer in artifacts.

Mint condition.

Mostly I sell
to private collectors.

I, and others who do
what I do, travel back

to a specific time and place
in which, say,

a ship like yours
was destroyed.

I prevent the destruction,

then I take the ship
into the future

and I sell it
to the highest bidder.

What about the crews
of those ships?

Well, they're free
to live out their lives

as they see fit
in the 29th century.

Wait, we rescued you.
All of us were in danger.

Never... never mind
about that.

What about the comet?
A set-up.

A quick and easy way
to get you to trust me.

Look, none of us were ever
in any real danger.

We can do things
in my time that...

Well, you're gonna
find out for yourself.

Then why didn't you take control
of the ship right away?

ALARA: You obviously
had the power.

I'm a businesswoman,
not a soldier.

I like comfort
and company,

and you've provided both.

I'm not just talking
about the food.

How do you do it--

travel through time?

We found a stable wormhole
in the 29th century.

Those of us who are
in the business

learned to manipulate it.

This wormhole--

that's where we're headed.

I'm sorry I had to knock out

your communications array.

I couldn't have you
chatting anyone up

if you're supposed to be dead.

How many times
have you done this?

When we get to my century,

I'll introduce you
to Amelia Earhart.

Would the two of you give me
a moment alone

with Captain Lavesque?

Should we take the leg?

Yes, take the leg.
Get the...

And post a guard
on these quarters.

Aye, sir.

A guard won't matter.

Was it all just a lie?

Not all of it.

I did feel
something for you.

(scoffs)
You'll forgive me

if I have a hard time
believing that.

Ed, you were all going
to die anyway.

Now you'll have a
second chance to live

in a future full
of wonders

you can't even imagine.

I'd still like to see
where you and I could go.

I know where you can go.

Where?

To hell.

You-you can go to hell.

Is that an expression?

It is. In my century.

I've never heard it.

Well, it's... it's not good.

I do care about you.

Whether you believe me or not.

Kelly!

Kelly, wait.

Hey, listen, I don't want to
play the blame game here...

That's because you're
the one to blame.

Look, we all made mistakes.

Nobody made mistakes
but you.

Let's not do the
"I told you so" thing.

I told you so, numerous times.
Okay, look.

Fine, you were right. Okay?

I'm sorry.
She was a bad seed. And-And

she caught me where I was
vulnerable, and I'm just,

I'm really, genuinely sorry.

Well, we're supposed
to be dead anyway,

so I guess it doesn't matter.

Hell, by temporal law,

we should probably
commit suicide

to keep the timeline intact.

Well, the timeline's
already been changed,

so slitting our wrists
wouldn't be any more correct

than the way things are now.

I'm glad we didn't die
while I was mad at you.

Me, too.

I might have an idea.

(gun powers up)

Ah! Damn it.
(gun clatters)

All right,
so that's not gonna work.

Could I make a suggestion?

What is it?

Old-style, antique
diamond-tipped drill.

Was a graduation gift
from my uncle.

No fancy energy beams,

just good ole brute force.
Might work.

Could be too arcane
for the device to register.

Do it.

Bingo.

All right, Isaac,
it's all up to you.

(beeping, whirring)

I believe I have access
to the internal circuitry.

It is

quite sophisticated.

I have never encountered
anything like...

KELLY: Isaac!
ED: Isaac!

(crackling)

(powering down)

There's no internal activity
at all.

He's dead.

Is there anything you
can do for him, Doc?

Gordon, I'm a doctor.

My expertise
is in biology.

This is more like
fixing an engine.

STEVE:
It's a lot more complicated

than that, I'm afraid.

Let's recheck the database.

We don't know much about him,

but maybe there's
something we missed.

Hey, buddy.

I don't know if you're in there,
or if you can hear me, but...

I know the last time I saw you
I called you a son of a bitch.

I was just angry
'cause you took my leg.

But, when I really stopped
to think about it,

that was honest to God
the best damn practical joke

I've ever seen in my life.

I just...

I just wanted you to know that.
(comm beeps)

ED (over comm):
Mercer to Malloy

Malloy here.

I need you on the bridge.

Seriously?

Captain, we're approaching
the coordinates.

Reporting as ordered, sir.

Gordon, take the helm.
CLAIRE: Captain,

his limb regeneration
is incomplete.

If I could just...
I need him here.

Particularly with Isaac down.

If we have any chance
of getting out this,

I need everyone at their station.
JOHN: Captain?

I think we've arrived.

What the hell?

Sorry to barge in like this,

it's just... we're approaching
the rendezvous point.

Captain, I can
put her to sleep

real quick,
just say the word.

Hold up on that.

Well, it's good to know
teleportation is in our future.

You can take a breath in
New York and exhale it in Paris.

Pria, listen,

give me back my ship.

We'll give you a shuttle,
you can take it

through the wormhole
to your own time.

But there are 300 people
on board the Orville

who have lives
in this century.

They have families here.

You still don't get it.

You all died.

If I were to let you go,

I'd be the one altering
the timeline.

GORDON:
Captain,

we're heading through.

♪

What is that?

Lavesque to Binzian ship.

I have the merchandise,
as promised.

Poz shivik, Zars Lavesque.
Shto kavak lo?

PRIA:
Couple of scratches.

Nothing that would affect the
value in any significant way.

Regardless, I'll be happy
to negotiate the price.

Shtak fehvor zemik,
dosh mook fillory vem.

PRIA: Of course.

Nobody's trying
to stiff you here.

Pohzhy revost deck ferenos.

Ofor feclis eez meseem.

Always like to keep
the customer happy.

No! What the hell are you...?

(Pria grunts)

Helm control
is back online.

Gordon, get us
out of here.

(grunting)

Transfer all power
to the sublight drive.

Sir, the alien ship
is powering up

some kind of a tractor beam.

John, modulate the deflector frequency
as fast as you can. Aye, sir.

PRIA:
Nice sucker punch.

I'd expect that from a woman
who cheats on her husband.

You told her?

No. No, I didn't tell her.

She... she knows

'cause she's from the future.

But it's in the past.

I told her.
Alara, take her to the brig.

Come on.

(door whooshes open)

Isaac, you there?

ISAAC (over comm):
Yes, sir.

My algorithms were
successfully transferred

to the ship's computer

before the energy burst.

I trust my physical body
is still intact.

It's a little toasty,
but it's all in one piece.

Nice touch with
the Junior Mints.

I felt it prudent to alert you
of my success

in a fashion that would not
appear obvious

if Pria were to see it.

Captain, can I go finish
my leg now?

Yeah, go ahead.

Thank you.

Come on.

Well, I'll tell you
one thing,

never again will
I make the mistake

of not trusting
my first officer.

I'm sorry.

(door chimes)
Come in.

Thanks, Alara. You can go.

I'll be outside
if there's any trouble.

We'll be fine.

(door whooshes closed)

Isaac tells me this is
what you used to teleport.

Congratulations,

you have technology
from the future.

I suppose you're gonna
crack it open and study it.

No.

Unlike you, we don't mess
with the timeline.

Well,

what happens now?

You know what the most
depressing part about this is?

I allowed myself
to care about you,

and you used me.

And despite all of your claims
that you still care about me,

not once have you even said,
"I'm sorry."

It's a good rule in life
never to apologize.

The right kind of people
never want apologies,

and the wrong kind
take advantage of them.

Fair enough.

It doesn't have to end.

Just come with me.

If the Orville continues
to exist,

who knows how it will
affect the timeline?

The Orvil was supposed
to be destroyed

in that dark matter storm.

You changed those events,
not us.

And as far as how that
affects your future time,

I don't give a damn.

According to Isaac,

as long as the wormhole exists,

the quantum potentiality
is open.

Many sets of future events
are possible.

But, if we destroy it,
we choose a path.

There's no chance of us
returning to your future,

and the Orville goes on
to live its life.

Which means

that Pria Lavesque
will have no reason

to come back into our past.

And you and I will never
have met.

You'd still be that
messed up guy

who can't get over his ex-wife.

Is that what you really want?

(comm beeps)

Mercer to bridge.

Fire.

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