Star Trek: Picard

Previously on Star Trek: Picard...

After all this time, I've come to wonder, have you been seeking or running?

There is no more time.

We will offer our queen.

Activate auto-destruct sequence.

What is this hellhole, Q?

This is not a lesson. It's a penance.

- Or? - Forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what?

I think you know.

We have to repair the past.

If we fail here, we fail Elnor.

You're not Laris.

My name is Tallinn.

I have devoted my entire being to protecting one individual.

I watch but am never seen.

I've never met Renée.

Everyone hates everyone.

We just need to make sure Renée gets on that ship.

I'm sorry the others didn't make it.

Looks like you were the strongest of the bunch.

Am I an experiment?

If I walk out that door right now, what are you afraid of losing?

Renée Picard either boards a spaceship and makes a discovery

that renders your work obsolete or...

Earth in your time finds itself in ecological free fall.

The man they turn to is you.

If only you're given the opportunity.

I can get us into Mission Control.

There's a man who will stand in your way

as he now stands in mine.

Picard!

You have no idea what this is like for me, do you?

Knowing win or lose, I'll have to let them go.

Let me out, Jean-Luc.

This skeleton key migrated all over the house.

I wish, that day, it hadn't ended up in my hand.

A deal must be honored. A ship for a life.

To succeed, there must be two Renées...

...one who lives, and another who dies.

I refuse to accept an outcome that has not yet occurred.

We have work to do.

We must ensure the Europa Mission takes off as planned.

I remember family stories of how the château got shot up

when my ancestors were reoccupying it in the 21st century.

These are the same bullet holes.

Do you think that means we're on the path to the right future?

I'm not certain.

I keep turning it over in my head.

That prophecy Agnes said.

"To succeed, there need to be two Renées.

One who lives, and another who dies."

What does that mean?

H-How is that even possible?

Picard, later.

We all set?

Impressive.

Uh, these should work a lot like your tricorders.

- Raffi, can you tag Soong's GPS? - On it.

His entire fleet of vehicles is still at his house.

Jurati jacked into our transporters from there.

He must have massive remote capabilities.

So that's where we head. Tallinn, you can just walk into quarantine?

They break quarantine on launch day.

But I'm going to transport in to avoid security

and the bio-scanners in the front lobby.

- Transport in? - Don't worry.

I've been planning this for a long time.

W-Well, what do you intend to do?

I'm gonna watch out for her, Picard.

It's what I do.

Good luck.

You too.

What the hell is he doing?

Preparing for Capcom status.

All systems report out. Five minutes--

Confirming weather for flight directory...

T-minus 21 minutes until launch.

What are you doing?

More to the point,

I know what you're doing, or what you intend to do.

- Tallinn. - Get back.

I'm so sorry, but I can't let you do this.

What, my job?

You do not have to sacrifice your life to save hers.

Attention--

Okay. Did Jurati have any reason to lie to you?

Thousands! She's part Borg.

But she was more Agnes, more your friend,

with a view of the future, of all possible futures.

I don't rely on prophecy.

And even if I did,

there are so many different ways to interpret what she said.

And because you think you know what she meant,

I won't let you sacrifice yourself--

You won't let me?

It's not up to you.

This is my life.

You don't get to stop me from fulfilling my purpose

because you're scared I'm gonna die.

My fate is not yours to decide.

I understand.

I've seen the heart of this in you.

But other people's lives aren't up to you.

And their deaths aren't your fault.

Not mine, if it comes.

Not your mother's.

That's a fantasy, Jean-Luc.

We can't control who we lose,

and we can't spare ourselves the pain of it.

Other people's choices are their own to make, and this one is mine.

I don't need saving.

I never have.

Computer, recalibrate orbital eccentricities.

Synchronize drone targeting systems on the shuttle's RCS thrusters.

Flight path analyzed.

Sectors 6 through 12 clear for launch.

Computer, time till drone launch?

Four minutes, 27 seconds.

Adjust flight telemetry to--

Shit.

Picard, do you copy? We were wrong.

Doctor Soong.

Soong is not here.

That's because he's here, at the launch.

Goddamn it!

This entire bullshit scenario was designed to draw us here and away from Soong.

What if his voice is fake but the drones aren't?

I've got four heat signatures behind here.

Whatever he's doing at the launch, I think we've found his backup plan.

If he can't stop Renée from boarding,

he's going to use the drones to take out the rocket itself.

Raffi, how much time do we have?

- Three minutes, 45 seconds. - Can you get remote access?

System's encrypted.

If I had La Sirena , I could crack it, but without it I can't stop them.

Hydraulic external power is a go for activation.

Clear launchpad for all non-essential...

How about we cripple 'em? Can't hit the shuttle if they can't fly.

Soong knew we would find this, right? Why bother creating a recording?

He calculated that we would try to destroy them.

Here, it's...

Damn it. He hardwired them to explode.

We even tap it wrong, we all go boom.

So what are you saying, that's it?

Hell, no. I need tools. Pliers, scissors, whatever you can get your hands on.

We might not be able to disable them, but maybe I can gain manual control.

Craft 2, pressurize first stage tunnel length please.

You're clear to do that. Strip 1A is now closed.

We're in lockdown...

Dr. Soong, we weren't expecting you. We would've prepared a VIP booth.

Nonsense. I'm not the VIP today.

I just want a few minutes with the astronauts.

Shake hands with the men and women who are about to create the future.

- Well, with all the quarantine protocol-- - I'm sorry?

Did my donations not buy me five minutes of face time?

Of course.

They're preparing to suit up.

All right.

Oh, God.

It's happening...

and I'm actually ready.

Europa Mission Launch commencing in T-minus 60 minutes.

Who are you?

Where's Maya?

Maya wasn't feeling well.

No one wanted to take any chances, so...

Bullshit. I know every person and every suit-up crew.

You're not on any of them.

Why are you wearing Maya's uniform?

I can't believe it's here. The day. History.

- I never would've thought we'd make it. - You didn't?

What a terrible attitude.

I guess what I mean is that it didn't seem like it would ever be real.

You know, you really are disrespectful.

I'd like to leave you right here.

Oh.

I will leave you right here.

Who are you?

I've seen you before... somewhere.

Renée, I need you to listen to me or your life will be in grave danger.

When you were a little girl at your mother's funeral,

you put a small spaceship figurine into her casket

because still, to this day,

you think that if you fly out far enough, you'll find her.

You do know me.

I tried to hide it, but there were times I couldn't.

I gave this to you a long time ago.

That time your little sailboat capsized off Martha's Vineyard.

You remember?

What were you, ten?

Two nights ago at the gala, a dozen other glimpses.

Maybe I couldn't help it.

That's what I tell myself.

But the truth is, a part of me wanted you to see me.

To know I was there.

You've always said you had a guardian angel.

And you were right.

Well, not the angel part.

It's... me.