Star Trek: Picard

Previously on Star Trek: Picard...

- What have you done? - Show them a world of their own making,

and they ask you what you've done.

If we want to save the future, then we have to repair the past.

Elnor!

If we fail here, we fail Elnor and everyone in our home world.

Laris, nothing has to change.

Move backward to go forward.

Shatter to mend.

Admiral? I'm no longer in command of this ship.

The past is now.

We're caught in Earth's gravity. I can't stop her.

Give me nav control.

- Where are you taking us? - Home.

The Queen says that there is someone who can help us.

She called this individual a Watcher.

You're saying if we find him, we can undo this nightmare?

It's probably some alien species that doesn't belong here.

- It may not want to be found. - I'm coming for it.

You can't bring that with you.

- This? - Because we're 400 years in the past.

You have to look out for butterflies.

Whoa!

Don't draw attention to yourself.

No hospitals, no authorities, no security checkpoints.

Ow.

- -

- Hey! - You're under arrest.

I might be able to use the ship as an interface.

Absolutely not.

I just need to get in there, fix her,

and you can pull me out before I'm fully assimilated.

We fail without her.

I can see so much.

The Watcher. Fifteen.

- Yeah. - Don't.

Computer, dictate the file from the Borg Queen.

- 34.0488 north... - Coordinates.

To find the Watcher. But there's more, isn't there?

When it happens. I can almost feel it.

You've impressed me.

Rios, do you read me?

Raffi, do you copy?

- -

Anybody?

Whoa.

What the hell happened here?

Nothing good.

- You sure a signal pinged from here? - I know how to read a tricorder.

Why did Rios need a hospital?

Rios?

- Rios? - Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Look, we're closed.

If you need a doctor, there's another clinic two blocks east.

No, we don't need medical assistance. We're looking for our friend.

Dark hair, scruffy.

Yeah, he was here.

The doctor patched him up before ICE officers raided us.

They arrested them both.

I'm sorry.

Look, Teresa's a citizen.

They'll probably detain her longer than they should,

but eventually, they throw her back. You know those assholes.

- Yeah. I feel like I do. - But your friend,

I hope you find him soon, before ICE makes sure you never do.

Seven, Raffi, do you read me?

Do you copy?

Rios, do you read me?

It was a long shot the comms would work. There's no relays.

Yeah.

Let's just hope that they're not...

Dead?

Thank you, Doctor.

You know, until the auto-repair heats the ship,

why don't we find you somewhere where we can light a fire?

What if someone spots La Sirena ?

The Confederation ships seem to be equipped with upgrades.

Computer, engage cloaking device.

Oh, dear.

So, Château Picard is abandoned in this era.

Nearly a century at this point.

During the Second World War, when the Nazis occupied France,

they used this house as a base of operations.

My ancestors only survived by hiding in the tunnels below.

Where'd they go?

England.

But the château remained in the family.

Although there were various caretakers keeping it up...

it'll be generations before the Picards reside here again.

Maman.

Maman.

Maman.

You all right, mister?

Yeah.

Just having memories of

things that have yet to occur.

Maman.

Maman.

I had a bad dream.

Computer, play " Non, je ne regrette rien ," second verse.

Let's take a deep breath and listen.

There,

fear's gone.

You're safe now.

I'm here.

Where are you?

Uh...

Lost in the past, I suppose.

In more ways than one.

Agnes, we need to find out what else the Borg Queen knows

about the break in the timeline.

What else you stole from her mind.

And I think you need rest.

Thinking is my rest.

Can't even comprehend how relaxing calculus can be.

I will take your word for it.

My mother used to play Edith Piaf to me when I was young to calm me down.

I can just imagine a little Picard wandering around here saying,

"Milk, chocolate, hot."

Let me guess. You were the skinny kid with the endless book collection.

That was me.

I need a drink.

Agnes, what you need is rest.

Here we go.

"Pinot noir." Happen to have a corkscrew on you?

Fascinating.

You moved 15 beads on the abacus.

You chose the 15th volume of the Britannica.

And a pinot noir,

1915.

Agnes, I think that your marvelous mind is trying to tell us something.

Look at you, Dixon Hill.

Fifteen.

Fifteen-- it must be the other piece of information I took

from the Borg Queen's mind.

The last thing you said before I disconnected you--

"When is the timeline changing?"

Fifteen hours?

That's too nonspecific.

A date then.

Did the ship's chronometer ever show precisely when we landed?

The 12th of April, 2024, which, if we are right, would mean--

We have three days before the future is changed irrevocably.

Hey!

Hey! You mind stopping that noise?

Yeah, okay, fine!

- - I just like that song.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Apologies.

We should have waited in the other future until we had a real plan,

instead of jumping back in time.

- We didn't have a lot of runway. - Just... Whatever.

Raffi... you lost someone.

- We're getting him back. - And losing him was not your fault.

Just--

The transporter should be working.

You sure about this?

We need to figure out what changes the timeline,

and we only have three days.

Considering the precious little time we have

and that we haven't been able to reach the others,

we must find the Watcher.

If the Queen is right, the Watcher is the only one who can help us.

- I could come with you. - No. We need you here.

You must find a way to boost the communications...

...and bring us home.

I'm counting on you, Agnes.

We all are.

Peachy. Have you met me in a pinch?

In fact, I have.

Now, let's see where the Queen's coordinates take me.

All right, mister.

- I'm glad one of us is confident. -

Poor Agnes Jurati.

Doomed to be the afterthought left behind again.

Not to me.

You're more than you let on.

That they can see.

Smart, cunning and remarkably more cruel than I could have predicted.

Bravo.

- How am I cruel? - Fixing me just to take what you need,

leaving me up here powerless, yet now awake, to feel it.

All right. Well, have a good night plotting or whatever it is Borg Queens do.

You felt it too. Didn't you?

That thing for what we Borg have so very many words.

Assimilation.

Cooperation.

Connection.

- -

Nope. Put it back.

Bar's closed.

- Guinan. - Yeah?

Want some advice? March yourself back out that door,

and I won't have to have you on my-- or Luna's-- conscience.

Luna?

- Hey, Luna. -

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. - Hey!