Star Trek: Discovery

Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

- Emperor. - You have me confused with someone else.

Section 31.

- Control values his skill set. - He's in.

I've been waiting for an update on my officer, Spock.

Your guy is wanted for murder.

He killed three of his doctors, then fled the starbase.

Whatever happened, he needs a fair shake.

We need to find him before they do.

I found Spock's shuttle.

Plot a course and don't spare the horses.

After the dark matter hit me, I started to see a ghost.

It's me. Silly Stilly.

You are hosting a multidimensional fungal parasite.

- How do we get rid of it? - This might hurt a bit.

I'm from a species known as the JahSepp.

An alien intruder began ravaging our ecosystem.

- You let Tilly go. - I have other plans for her.

Wrong.

No! No!

Tilly!

No!

Make way!

Words define who we are.

Officer.

Orphan.

Widower.

Shipmate.

But there is no word for the unique agony

of uncertainty.

I do not yet know the fate of my friend.

Stamets refuses to lose hope.

He believes Tilly survived

whatever the alien we call "May" did to her.

I want to believe that's possible, too.

I want to have faith.

But in its absence,

only duty remains.

Captain, I've picked up the trail of Spock's shuttle.

Alter course to intercept.

Spock's shuttle is 25,000 kilometers and closing.

One life sign detected.

His shields are up and his weapons are hot, sir.

What is Spock doing?

Why the aggressive stance?

Uh, Captain, Spock departed Enterprise

before you assumed command of Discovery.

Perhaps he is unaware that he's among friends.

- Open a channel. - Aye, Captain.

Lieutenant Spock, this is Captain Pike.

Shut down your engines, lower your shields,

- prepare for transport. - He's increasing speed.

Altering course to enter the nebula.

Spock, you have my word.

I'm here to listen. I'm here to help.

- Did we lose him? - No, sir.

He ignited the nebula's hydrogen to disrupt our sensors,

then came to a full stop.

- We flew right past him. - Detmer, come around.

Captain, if he enters the nebula, we will lose him.

Target that shuttle with a class-five torpedo.

Detonate it 100 meters before impact. Understood?

Aye, Captain.

Fire.

The shuttle's been disabled, sir.

Owo, lock on a tractor beam and bring him aboard.

Burnham, with me.

Transfer operational control to security team alpha.

- Set phasers to stun. - Aye.

- Nobody fires without my direct order. - Aye, sir.

Captain Georgiou?

Captain Pike.

Michael.

Commander.

Quite the welcome, my dear.

Saints of Imperfection

We met at the Academy.

Been a couple thousand light-years since then.

Indeed.

You were a force to be reckoned with.

Sharpest tool in the shed.

And despite being able to drink any of us under the table,

you had every regulation down by week two.

You're tactfully asking why I didn't identify myself when you hailed.

Identification is standard procedure, and that's a non-answer.

You haven't lost a step, Captain.

I appreciate the compliment.

Starfleet records show... you're retired.

Do I look retired?

You know, I had a cousin like you.

She only ever gave a straight answer in church.

So the only other explanation is

you're on a classified mission.

You like being back in the saddle?

It's an invigorating ride.

This may clear things up, Captain.

- Section 31? - Fancy.

Covert ops. Intelligence gathering. Threat assessment.

- Fun times. - What do any of those things

have to do with you being on Spock's shuttle?

I've been authorized to hunt down a Starfleet officer

wanted for murder.

Excuse me,

multiple murders.

By the time I caught up to his craft,

it was adrift, and he was gone.

Any idea where he might be?

If I hear anything, you'll be the first to know.

Will I?

Commander Burnham has a hard time believing those charges; so do I.

- The innocent don't run. - You ran from us.

Exactly.

Christopher.

Leland.

Is that gray hair I see?

Yeah, well, it's one of the trade-offs of having actual hair.

Last time I heard about you,

you were up to your ass in alligators on Cestus Three.

Exactly why I transferred to Starfleet Intelligence.

I'm heading up Section 31.

Well, you were always more comfortable

in the gray areas, my friend.

Seems you've intercepted one of my agents.

Yeah, we've been getting caught up.

Well, I'd appreciate if you'd return

Agent Georgiou to her shuttle.

Clock is ticking.

She's tracking a suspected murderer.

Mr. Spock is one of mine.

I can't reconcile the charges with the man.

I respect that.

But having his commanding officer or his sister

interfere with our efforts to recover him?

Makes me look like I'm doing an old friend a favor.

- Leland, um... - Hmm?

I think there may be a connection

between Spock and the signals that have been dragging us

halfway around the universe.

There are lives at stake.

There are always lives at stake. That's what keeps us employed.

See, we do what we do

so you can do what you do.

If I didn't know you better,

that would sound like a threat.

You know me pretty well.

I'll send a liaison.

If you could walk him through what you know,

I'd appreciate it.

Always happy to do a favor for an old friend.

You're free to go, Captain.

Your captain doesn't know where I'm really from.

I'm under direct Starfleet orders.

Yeah, to tell the truth when it's convenient?

I'm learning to really like Starfleet and Section 31.

Do you think they'll give you free reign, huh?

That place has eyes on eyes on eyes.

Well, it's a good thing I do some of my best work

in plain sight.

Does Leland have any idea who you really are?

You mean the Terran Emperor,

Philippa Georgiou Augustus Iaponius Centarius?

He doesn't call me by my proper name, but yes, he does.

Then I trust him about as much as I trust you.

You're the one who brought me to this insufferable place.

You don't get to be surprised I'm here.

And when I find Spock,

I'll be sure to pass along your regards.

If you lay a hand on my brother...

You'll what?

Now here's a woman I recognize.

Shuttle bay's through there.

I'm sure you need to get back to your...

snake pit.

Tell me you have good news.

The universe never lets anything go to waste,

or so said Lavoisier.

- The law of conservation of mass. - Yes.

In chemical reactions,

mass is neither created nor destroyed.

Look. Look, look, look.

I'm scanning the cocoon for human remains.

Mitochondrial DNA, lipids, proteins.

If all of Tilly's atoms

were transported,

rather than decomposed,

then there shouldn't be any trace of her organic matter.

Which would mean May took Tilly into the network.

Which would mean

we could get her out.

How?

I think that this cocoon is an organic transporter.

Just like ours,

it-it breaks down matter in one place

and then reassembles it, completely intact, in another.

The mycelial version of a transporter pad.

Which could mean that a second cocoon

just like this one exists somewhere in the network.

But why take Tilly in the first place?

May came here to deliver a message to you.

May said she had a special connection with Tilly.