Previously onStar Trek: Strange New Worlds...
Apologies. My mind has not been easy
to quiet lately.
We've been heading
in different directions for a while now.
I should have been there for you.
Spock, there's no tragedy
in a romance reaching its natural conclusion.
-Want to talk? -How can we love
the people in our lives so deeply...
-How? -Here!
-Hey! Get in here. -Hi, Dad.
...and then, one day,
simply never see them again?
I don't know what happened.
The thought of losing you gave me
the power I needed to open up the fabric of space and time.
Maybe memory is as real as the present
and no one we have ever loved is truly gone.
Captain.
You had us all worried.
Follow my light.
What happened?
You were in a terrible shuttle accident.
I was?
Everything looks so different.
So...
It's bright and-- I don't know-- hazy?
Did you change the lights?
Do you remember anything?
You were caught in an asteroid belt.
The dreaded Abbott-Chancellor Collision.
It's a good thing you were once an ace test pilot.
Otherwise you'd be dead.
Now tell me,
what is the last thing you remember?
Oh. Uh,
hosting a captain's table after we returned
from the Kiriaki mission.
That was two weeks ago.
Two weeks? What?
Your injury is worse than I thought.
It can only mean one thing.
What?
You have...
...cosmic amnesia.
Do you hear that?
Oh.
Are we back in the musical?
-Doctor. I have an update on Lieutenant Spock. -Oh, thank God.
What? What happened to Spock?
He was with you on the shuttle.
I know you did everything you could, but...
he suffered severe blunt force trauma to his torso,
where his heart is located.
He went into cardiac arrest.
And to save him,
I had to...
Y-You had to what? What-what is with the dramatic pauses?
Both of you. Come on.
I had to induce a coma.
Has he been here this entire time?
You did what you had to do.
He'll need...
a heart transplant.
Really?
But he looks fine.
There is one hope.
An experimental surgery.
A living heart transplant.
The risk is enormous.
To clone a living donor's heart...
What are you looking at?
...both patients could die.
Or worse.
La'An thinks she's found
a donor.
She's taken a shuttle to go and get them.
Computer, am I in a simulation?
Negative.
-No simulation detected. -What?
Captain, you leave me no choice.
Until you complete a full cognitive evaluation,
I must relieve you of duty.
Okay. All right.
This is going too far.
It is necessary.
I will set up an appointment with Dr. Chivers.
The ship's counselor?
Oh, she is brilliant.
You are in good hands.
Uh-huh. And, uh...
what about Spock?
Once La'An gets back, we can start
-the procedure. -I'm discharging you for now.
But I need you to rest.
Doctor's orders.
Off you go.
Computer.
Scan for any and all anomalies on board Enterprise,please.
Processing.
Good afternoon, Captain Pike.
Dr. Chivers.
Well, I'm surprised you recognize me
after canceling so many of our appointments.
Okay. Well, um...
y-you're a therapist.
Can I ask you a question?
What might cause someone to act...
melodramatic?
Captain, I need you to focus on these tests.
Because if you don't perform satisfactorily,
you could be removed from duty.
Permanently.
Great.
Like chronitons through the hourglass,
so are the days of the Enterprise.
Cue credits.
Space.
The final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starshipEnterprise.
Its five-year mission:
to explore strange new worlds...
...to seek out new life
and new civilizations...
...to boldly go where no one has gone before.
I came as soon as I got your message.
Am I a potential donor?
I know the live transplant is risky,
but if it means saving Spock's life, I'm ready.
Nyota, you're not a match.
But your DNA test
did reveal...
...something else.
What is it?
I'm breaking Starfleet protocol by disclosing this.
It's no mistake.
I confirmed it.
How is this possible?
La'An toEnterprise.
I have Spock's donor.
Setting return course.
Oh, you're up.
About time.
What's wrong?
Cat got your tongue?
Now,
to what do I owe the pleasure of the best prison break
I have ever been party to?
And I assure you,
I have been party to many.
Did I say you could talk?
I broke you out of that prison for one reason.
To save your brother's life.
Sybok.
Your latest mission was less than 48 hours after
your previous mission.
That seem like a fast turnaround?
No.
Are we done here?
None of this is relevant to what's happening on the ship.
Do you believe that your duties take precedence
-over your well-being? -That's the oath.
Federation, Starfleet, and my crew come first. Yes.
Personal leave is part of conditioning.
Even for captains.
Scan for anomalies aboard USSEnterprise complete.
There are zero anomalous entities found
on the USSEnterprise.
I need to figure out what's going on.
Captain, we're not do--
-Captain, I need to talk to you. -You see it, too, right?
Everyone acting weird? Please tell me you do.
Sir?
No. This is...
personal.
I'm not even sure how to tell you.
What?
Captain.
I'm your daughter.
This is not happening.
La'An just sent a message.
She has the donor.
What a genuine miracle.
I must prepare immediately.
We cannot afford even the slightest error.
Joseph, is something wrong?
I left some additional notes in my quarters.
Prep the second surgical station.
I'll be back shortly.
Captain.
I'm your daughter.
You're my daughter. Heard you the first time.
You're my daughter how?
I was just as surprised as you
when Christine told me about our DNA.
But you had parents.
Yes.
It's true.
I lost my family in a shuttle accident years ago.
I was adopted.
I never knew my birth parents.
The only clue I had was this old recipe book left with me
at the orphanage.
I spent my whole life
wondering who lovingly wrote out these recipes.
And now I know.
It was you, Captain.
That was
very brave of you.
Why don't you sit.
Oh. No, no.
No, no, no, no. No.
We're not doing this.
Nyota, I read your file.
You're not adopted.
And even though I think of you--
really, the rest of the crew-- as family...
...I don't have a daughter.
But whatever's making you think that I do
is real. It-It's affecting the ship.
Nothing looks the way it's supposed to.
No one's acting the way that they're supposed to.
And even though the scan turned up no anomalies...
I've seen this before.
Our lives turned upside down by a higher-dimensional being
who can evade those scans.
This...
fancy coat god...
guy.
Could Captain Pike please stick to the script?
You're surprised Lieutenant Uhura is your daughter,
but, ultimately, you do believe her.
All right.
Show yourself.
Ball of energy.
Whatever you are.
The name is Tre--
Don't really care.
Why are you torturing my crew again?
Oh, no, no. This is nothing like my last visit.
No, that was based on pettiness and spite.
I've grown.
What you are witnessing now
is my Great Human Experiment.
Of late, I've been studying your breed in a more formal capacity.
And during my erudition,
I fell in love with an art form that explores the raw,
unrepentant beauty of human emotion.
It is...
...body cleaning theater.
You turned Enterprise into a soap opera.
Will you stop that?
Oh. So you are familiar.
Good. 'Cause I feel you humans have very high potential.
And I'll be defending that thesis to my proctors.
You turned us into a soap opera
for a school project?
It's more of a dissertation.
The premise...
The premise is simply
space adventures leave little time
for humans to deal with their inner struggles.
So I've crafted some individualized situations
just to get around all that.
Think of it as a gift.
For last time.
Apology not accepted.
Now put back our reality
and leave Enterprise immediately.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
For one, there's my evaluation.
And, also, there's that other hiccup.
What other hiccup?
You, Captain Pike.
You see,
while the other storylines are snapping along spectacularly,
you, for some reason,
seem to realize that you're in an experiment
and you're not playing ball.
You didn't do this to me on purpose?
No. Of course not.
I learn from my mistakes, Captain.
But, unfortunately,
until you figure out your internal struggle,
I cannot end the experiment.
So we're trapped.
Believe me, I'm as unhappy as you are.
Because if you fail, I fail.
And if I fail,
well,
you might become a stone.
Or perhaps a squid.
Or maybe even that chair.
Then fix this.
You first, Captain.
So, what, I'm supposed to help Uhura
with her whole father-daughter problem?
Well, that's a start.
And we'll be right back after this word from our sponsors.
Captain, if you'll have a seat.
I think it's time
for a family therapy session.
A family therapy session is a great idea.
This is a big discovery for both of us.
You know what, I agree.
Unfortunately, there's a reckless entity
back on the ship,
and I have to go deal with that right now.
But, afterwards, we could really have
a conversation...
A family therapy session is a great idea.
This is a big discovery for both of us.
Nope.
Fine. I get it.
The only way out is through.
That's the spirit, Captain.
A family therapy session is a great idea.
-This is a big discovery for both of us. -A big discovery for both of us.
I agree. Let's start.
-Hmm. -Uhura,
why don't you start.
The captain seems like a man who needs a little time to warm up.
Sure.
I guess I want to know what anyone would.
Why did you abandon me?
Abandon your daughter?
I promise not to judge. I just need to know.
This is crazy.
I always thought my real father would have
-the decency to be honest with me. -I'm trying to.
But in the present moment, it's kind of impossible.
Honesty's never impossible!
That's something
you teach every ensign on this ship.
You want honesty?
Okay.
A child-god-like being has come back to Enterprise,
and, this time, it's turned us into a soap opera,
which is why I have amnesia and you think I'm your father.
You'd rather pretend like we're facing
some reality-shifting anomaly
than accept me as your daughter?
This is becoming a trend.
If some part of you didn't want me to find you,
then why leave me this? Hmm?
You circled page 28.
Coq au vin. You wrote,
"A perfect meal to make with a perfect daughter.
Stardate 1443.2."
Every page is blank.
Look.
Fine.
If you want to pretend I don't exist,
I'll just show myself out.
That was real anger.
Oh. This is delightful.
They were supposed to just hug and reconnect
and blah, blah, blah.
But this?
You can't plan for this type of drama.
Did you not plan for this?
Of course I did.
It's high drama.
The layered emotions of humans.
It's what this is all about.
I'm just having a difficult time focusing on my assignment,
with you lording over me in your extensive robe-age.
I mean, don't get me wrong-- th-they're lovely, lovely robes.
Cut to camera one.
Save my brother's life?
Why in this vast and turning universe would I ever do that?
If Spock doesn't get a living heart transplant
in the next four hours, he will die.
And whether you like it or not, you're his only hope.
So I'm giving him your heart,
even if I have to tear it out of you myself.
Hmm.
While I would love to see that trick,
I am afraid I have to take a rain check.
-How did you get my phaser? -You conveniently
left it in reach.
But Vulcans
can't engage in subterfuge.
You have me confused with my brother,
who exemplifies that myth.
Which is why I am willing to make you a deal.
Kal-toh.
The Vulcan game of logic and patience.
If you can achieve order from this chaos before I can,
I will give you my heart.
Willingly.
Chapel said you rushed out of sickbay.
She's very worried.
I'm fine, Una.
I just needed some air.
You don't have to face this alone.
Whatever it is.
I have...
...space madness.
Well, today has been productive, but--
Does that mean I'm being reinstated?
It doesn't look good.
You know...
...in certain types of amnesia,
there is a consolidation event.
The last memory has significance.
You said that, for you, it was
the captain's table two weeks ago.
Can you describe that to me?
It's like a family dinner. For the bridge crew.
Interesting.
If you want my professional opinion,
you're repressing something.
And it's tied to two weeks ago.
I'll get back to you.
Computer,
bring up all existing files on our last encounter
with the cosmic entity.
Missing files may only be accessed
by acting captain Una Chin-Riley.
I'm going to convince someone to open those files,
and we're going to stop you.
And now I'm talking to myself. Great.
Okay, door. Here we go.
♪ ♪
You were playing so well.
But now you're second-guessing yourself.
I know why, La'An.
And...
...you're not alone.
Everyone hides a secret pain.
It must be exposed and reckoned with.
It must be dragged from the darkness
and forced into the light.
Share your pain.
Share your pain with me
and gain strength from the sharing.
It's just...
so overwhelming.
Kal-toh.
Deal's a deal.
Time to go and save your brother's life.
You were never going to help Spock.
No. But thank you for the shuttle.
I can plot a course to the Arachnid Nebula.
Home of the lost colony of V'tosh ka'tur,
a paradise of knowledge
forbidden to Vulcans but now free to me.
I will leave you on the nearest moon
for the next Federation ship.
Or you could come with me.
What?
Don't return to that ship where they'll extinguish your fire.
Run away with me, La'An.
Let it burn.
Run away with me, La'An. Let it burn.
Run away with you?
You're a liar and a cheat.
And you haven't said no.
I can't abandon Spock.
He's more than just logic, more than a Vulcan
struggling to find his way.
He is deeply kind
and deeply good.
We can have it all, La'An.
Vulcan logic is cold, harsh.
It leaves no room for kindness or compassion.
Logic allows Spock to see without judgment.
It gives him empathy and grace.
It shows him the best in people and the best in himself.
And yet,
it stops you from taking what you really want.
Computer, new course.
The Arachnid Nebula.
I will fight you if I must,
but I am not leaving here without Spock's heart.
You mean my heart.
I, um... Hi.
I just wanted to apologize for before.
It's, uh, it's been a strange day.
Tell me about it.
You know, um,
I've been thinking about that recipe you want to make.
Particularly, the date.
That's the date of your parents' shuttle crash, isn't it?
I always thought the coincidence was odd.
The "perfect meal on the perfect day." That day.
Fate can be cruel sometimes.
Maybe.
But then, I thought, maybe there might be a reason.
You know how I've been trying to mentor Cadet A'Sha?
Yeah, I noticed. I like the initiative.
I've been trying to move into that next phase,
you know?
I'm not a cadet anymore.
I wanted someone else to look at me like the adult in the room.
But being a mentor is such a big responsibility,
I'm just afraid I'm gonna steer her wrong.
Space adventures leave us little time
to deal with inner struggles.
Excuse me?
Just something someone said recently.
You were, um...
Wow, you were 16 when your parents died?
Right on the brink of adulthood, huh?
I guess.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm still stuck there.
But when I found out that I was your daughter,
it was like, yes.
Of-of course, this makes sense.
The captain I already respect so much.
Nyota.
Whether I'm your real father or not,
I am here for you.
I'll tell you what. Uh...
Let's just, let's make that meal.
Then, we'll talk over dinner, huh?
What do you say?
I appreciate the gesture,
but what you said earlier really hurt.
I'll need some time to think about it.
I understand, but listen,
if you change your mind, you know where to find me.
That's right, Captain Pike.
You made your bed, now you must lie in it.
I think she's right.
Oh. Go ahead.
Talk to the screen if you feel
so compelled by the tapestry of hope,
love, courage.
Oh, you're no fun.
Camera four, back to the drama.
Are you sure it's space madness?
I have the key symptom.
I can't ignore it.
It's caused mostly by being adrift in space for too long.
But there are other ways that I am adrift.
I've lost my feelings of connection with Starfleet.
You'll always be a healer, Joseph.
If you decide to leave Starfleet, I support you, but
also I'll miss you.
And not just because
you're the best doctor I've ever worked with.
Commander.
Comms are out on the bridge.
A mysterious alien shock wave is heading our way.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
There is no emergency, is there?
Oh, I'm sure she's needed on the bridge
for one reason or another.
I heard everything.
I know you have space madness.
I find it deeply irritating
that so many people, people like you,
love my brother.
A man who does not value emotions does not deserve
the most precious one of all.
Computer, set course for Enterprise.
You'll do the transplant?
But we've taken so long,
the danger of the procedure has increased.
I understand the risks.
What made you change your mind?
Spock isn't the only son of Sarek who can be...
good.
You could die.
I know what you're going through, Doctor.
Because...
I also stopped trusting myself.
You did?
When?
The tremors started after I escaped the Gorn ship last year.
Why didn't you come to me?
Fear.
Stigma.
Flying is who I am.
But a pilot with tremors?
And it was a heavy weight to carry alone.
So, lately, I have been trying something new,
allowing myself to be vulnerable,
trusting other people.
This disease will ravage you
-if you don't have the support. -Hmm.
But if I can pilot the Enterprisewith space madness,
you can do a living heart transplant.
And if you ever doubt yourself,
remember who you are,
and look to your friends.
We'll be there.
Okay, I did it. Now what?
Come on. I get it.
Uhura's going through some stuff.
I tried to help her.
Hello? Why are we still like this?
Uhura.
I thought about it.
And I'm still angry.
But what daughter isn't angry at her father from time to time?
So, let's do it.
Let's cook, Dad.
Can...
Do I call you "Dad" now?
Well, I'm-I'm just glad you changed your mind.
But you're definitely gonna have to walk me through this recipe.
Can't read the book, remember?
We'll consider it our first bonding experience.
Page 28, right?
Mm-hmm.
Captain?
Um...
I have to go.
What is he doing? He can't leave the scene.
Apparently, he can.
We'll be back after a word from our sponsor.
The donor heart is in place.
And I must connect the blood vessels.
If we don't continue,
Spock's body will reject the donor heart.
Remember, all you got to do
is look to your friends.
Vitals are stable.
It worked.
Sybok's heart.
He's gone into V-fib arrest.
We're losing the patient. Clear the room.
What?
No!
Doc.
Oh, Captain.
You look like you could use a drink.
Yeah. Can I ask you a question?
How can something be both real and not real?
Is this about "the ship being trapped in a soap opera"?
Yeah.
And what if it is?
You've already dealt with time travel,
Klingon zombies,
with Batel's ascension.
Even in the most unusual twists of fate--
a surprise child, a medical secret,
an evil twin--
there is truth.
I don't know if Uhura is your daughter,
but I do know that her-her emotions are real.
As are yours.
And I know that you would rather face
a reality-shifting phenomenon
than deal with your emotions.
Well, I-I'm not...
I'm not, I'm not sure that's true, actually.
The search for emotional truth
and scientific truth are the same.
You just have to want to see it.
Juliet?
Who's Juliet?
Dad, you're back.
Juliet.
Thank goodness, thought I'd have to make
this coq au vin by myself,
which would be bad because you know I always
turn the chicken purple.
I know, I know, "I'll get the wine proportion right when..."
"When you're old enough to drink the leftovers."
Well, guess what?
Happy birthday to me.
Well, I mean, you know.
Two weeks ago, but...
cheers.
Two weeks ago? Right.
The inflection point.
Are you really here?
Dad, come on.
I always visit when Enterprise is near Galor III.
You were excited that this time would be so close
to my birthday, remember?
Jules.
I've missed you so much.
Clearly. You were choking me.
Your mom is gone.
The life we had with you isn't real.
But it was all just a cosmic hallucination.
You can't be here.
Yet, here I am.
I want this to be real.
God, I want it so badly.
I-I know.
Sometimes, I-I...
I wish our life was the real one
and not this other one I'm living.
Just because it didn't happen doesn't mean it wasn't real.
Everything we shared--
the joys, the sorrows,
even when I lit the stove on fire.
-Right, the-the salmon. - Yeah.
God, I can still smell the charred oven mitts.
It was real, wasn't it?
All of it.
Just in a different way.
But what if I forget? What if I-I wake up one day,
and it's all... just...
We forget details, but never the feelings.
I'll always be here. I'll always love you, Dad.
Even if it gets a little fuzzy.
You just have to want to see it.
I have to go.
My shuttle will be here soon.
-I'll see you in a few months. -Yeah.
Hey, um...
That pilot, he better know his stuff.
He does, Dad,
but no one's as good as you.
Fly safe, kid.
I love you.
A real daughter, this whole time.
I did not see that coming.
How imperfectly perfect.
I want to thank you for bringing these ants to our attention.
They are more complex than expected.
Perhaps worthy of more careful observation.
Satisfactory marks.
In human terms, a solid B-minus.
Good.
And credits.
Captain's log. Stardate 2654.9.
The spell that the cosmic entity had us under has been lifted.
We all remember everything,
and we're all left to reckon with what was real
or merely a play.
For my part, I know there was no shuttle accident,
and I never had amnesia,
but the emotions this collective fever dream
forced us to confront are indeed very real.
So there was no living heart transplant?
No such thing as a living heart transplant.
-Yeah. -I certainly didn't
rip open Spock's ribcage.
And I don't have secret backups
of everybody's brains stashed in the supply closet...
You guys didn't see that part.
Never mind.
Well, the conversations were real.
I remember everything.
If anyone feels like smacking me, I get it.
Many of us were acting outside of ourselves.
But I, for one, am grateful for you, Erica.
And to you.
Spock and I have confirmed
all higher-dimensional beings appear to have vacated.
And hopefully, for good.
Hey.
Why don't we make that meal sometime?
Talk over dinner?
I'd like that, Captain.
Hey.
I feel like I missed an important part of your story.
What happened?
Let's grab a drink later.
I'll tell you all about it.
But I have to do something first.
I'm glad you're okay.
I never was in any danger.
All this time, I was merely asleep.
Was Sybok even here?
No.
He is still incarcerated.
He must have been created from my memory.
He is not my twin.
In fact, ship's sensors indicate
that you never left the shuttle bay.
If he was created from your mind,
in a sense, he was you.
I could not speak to that.
And I would encourage you not to read too much
into what happened.
It was, by nature, contrived.
Maybe.
But I recognized parts of you in him.
That seems unlikely.
My brother and I are quite opposite.
Perhaps you merely saw what you wanted to see.
Yes.
Yes. I know.
Spock.
I... I don't regret our breakup.
But...
...I don't think I realized how much I'm going to miss you.
I thought our intention was to stay friends.
Yes. Of course.
It's just...
Goodbye, Spock.
Very well.
Goodbye, La'An.
-Captain Pike. -Yeah?
Are you ready to begin?
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to talk about loss.
Right.
Loss.
I lost Marie.
Is that what you want to talk about?
'Cause...
I already let Marie go. I said goodbye, so...
You know.
When we lose someone...
...we don't just mourn that person, we...
...we mourn the loss of a future with them.
Juliet, um...
Juliet was our daughter. Um...
And we had a whole life together.
And I know that-that-that doesn't...
make sense, like, it couldn't be real, but it was.
She was real.
Well, she was real in your world.
She had green eyes.
Oh, a...
little...
A little freckle that appeared next to her nose
on her second birthday.
I taught her to read.
I walked her down the aisle.
I miss her.
I miss her so much.
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