Star Trek: Discovery

Last season on Star Trek: Discovery...

As long as there's any possibility

of Control gaining access toDiscovery's Sphere data,

everything will die... always.

You are proposing

we remove Discovery

from the galactic equation entirely?

Discovery has to go to the future

to take the data out of this time,

assuming I don't get lost in the wormhole.

It's a one-way trip. My mother should have returned

to her anchor point on Terralysium.

So, hopefully, I will land there, too. Apparently, this is

what I'm meant to do. I love you. All of you.

We are here because we're staying with you.

- No. - We're not asking permission.

- We... You... - I'm sure what you are about to say

will be beautiful,

but it is done, Michael, and we are running out of time.

I only wish I could be certain of your safety.

I'll send the last signal.

I'll send it through the wormhole when we get

to the other side.

I will watch the stars for it.

Burnham to Discovery.

Let's go.

We are on our way.

Little busy here, Cosmo.

So what?

It doesn't belong to you. It belongs to itself.

Open your damn mind.

Nope. -COMPUTER: Warning.

Space-time anomaly detected.

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

Increase power to reverse thrusters and switch

to manual altitude control!

Unable to comply.

Initiate heat shield!

Emergency heat shield initiated.

Fatal impact imminent.

Propulsion systems unresponsive.

Full system reboot! -Rebooting.

- Rebooting. -

Rebooting.

Come on! Come on!

Come on! -Reboot complete.

Increase power to reverse thrusters,

and activate impact shield!

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Life support failure.

Initiating deactivation sequence.

Burnham...

to Discovery.

- Burnham to Discovery. -

Discovery, do you copy?

Identify space-time location.

You have reached year 3188.

Computer.

Life readings.

Is there life here?

Anywhere?

Multiple life signs detected.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Wormhole closing.

- -

No, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Set temporal coordinates for location 5499, section 16,

course heading 214 mark five.

Initiate final signal upon closure of spatial rift.

Then initiate self-destruct sequence.

Activate propulsion...

now! -Sequence initiated.

Hydration pack. Emergency ration pack.

Phaser.

Delta shield.

Commander Michael Burnham, Starfleet.

Commander Michael Burnham,

science officer, USS Discovery.

Serial number SC0064-0974SHN.

Science officer, USS Discovery.

Serial number SC0064-0974SHN.

Stand up.

Walk.

- Stop it! - It doesn't belong to you!

You think you can just take it

- 'cause you knocked me out of the sky? -

I'm not trying to take anything. That was an accident.

No one comes all the way out here by accident.

I am telling you, stop!

- Now, nobody has to get hurt. - You might.

I am not fighting you.

You're fighting me.

- My name... - I don't want to know.

Listen.

I listen better without you holding that antique to my head.

Want to put that down?

No.

Okay. On three?

- One. - I'm counting.

Fine, you count. Damn.

One. Two.

Three.

- My name is... - I do not want your acquaintance.

The nearest natural wormhole isa hundred light-years from here.

That means you came out of a wormhole

you created with tech from I don't know where.

You think ripping holes in space is a good idea?

Wasn't bad enough for you the Gorn destroyed.

Wait, the Gorn did what?

How many people do you think are on channels right now saying,

"I saw a crazy woman in a funny suit.

Anyone want to buy some last known coordinates?"

- I... - Where'd you get that weapon?

I don't want to know.

Your rocket girl outfit scanned for tritanium alloy.

Hasn't been anything like that in years.

Do not call me "rocket girl."

You're not from around these parts.

Go back to your own parts.

I can't.

Is this Terralysium?

It's Hima. Who are you?

Never mind! I don't want to know.

- - Where-where is Hima?

- What star system? - I'm on a clock.

- What sector? - Bye-bye.

- What quadrant? -

My name is Michael...

It was not my intention to crash into your ship.

I am sorry.

For all of it.

What's your name?

- I lost my crew. - Oh, yeah?

They may be dead.

I don't know where I am.

I have nowhere to go back to.

The only thing I can do right now... is trust something.

Or someone.

And I am sorry you don't want it to be...

but it's you.

So, please.

Please help me.

Comms?

Hey! Don't touch anything.

Nice.-You know what'd be really nice?

If you could whip upa new dilithium recrystallizer.

Mine cracked like a lychee when you ran into my ship.

I got to get my cargo to a certain planet

by a certain time, so unless you have benamite lying around,

and no one does, I can't fly quantum slipstream.

Tachyon solar sails are slow as shit,

and don't even get me started on trilithium.

All of which means, thanks to you,

I need more dilithium.

The only place I can trade for it is at the Mercantile.

And there is not one damn thing good about me sticking

- my head up at the Mercantile. -

Right, baby?

Y-You have a very large cat.

Yes.

She has a thyroid condition.

Does she have a name?

Grudge.

Because...?

She's heavy and all mine.

The Mercantile.

A way that I can contact my ship?

They got nothing unless you got something to trade.

You have something?

'Cause I need dilithium,

and I'm space broke.

Apparently, I have antiques.

Can you get the dilithium you need for this?