Context is for Kings
Stardate: November, 2256
Original Airdate: 1 Oct 2017

[Transport vessel]

(6 months later than the trial at the end of the last episode. Two men and two women in the cabin.)
STONE: You hear why we're getting transferred to Tellun? Dilithium pocket went piezoelectric. Ripped apart the bottom of the mine. Bam. Fifty cons vaporised. So, lucky us. We get to be miners for the war effort now.
PSYCHO: I hear half the screws on Tellun are scumbag Andorians. Andorians are cold in all the wrong places.
STONE: The three I killed were cold everywhere. That kind of talk got your shiny little panties in a bunch, Starfleet? What are you in for, anyway? Staying out past curfew?
COLD: You don't know who that is? That's Michael Burnham.
STONE: The mutineer?
COLD: In the flesh.
PSYCHO: My cousin was on the Europa when it went down. She and 8000 others are dead because of you.
BURNHAM: Eight thousand, one hundred and eighty six.
COMPUTER: Proximity alert. Scanning.
PILOT: Starbase 18, we got some bugs in the works out here.
OFFICER [OC] You're going to need to put on an EV suit and play exterminator.
PILOT: Great.
(She walks through the cabin.)
STONE: Hey, where you going?
COLD: Um, hey, what's going on? Shouldn't somebody be flying this thing?
BURNHAM: That's species GS54. An organism that feeds on electricity. It's feeding on the shuttle's power systems.
COMPUTER: Bay doors open.
BURNHAM: Unless the pilot can get rid of the infestation fast enough, they'll drain us of all of our power, and we'll drift until our oxygen runs out or we freeze to death. Whichever comes first.
COLD: Er, could you come back? Hello?
PSYCHO: Relax. The pilot's taking care of it.
(The pilot goes tumbling backwards, relative to their motion.)
COMPUTER: Warning. safety tether disconnected. Warning, autopilot malfunction.
STONE: We're all gonna die.
(The three other prisoners try to break their restraints. Then a vessel grabs them in a tractor beam and pulls them into the shuttle bay. NCC1031 is a very large ship called Discovery.)

[Shuttle bay]

(The prisoners are escorted out at gunpoint.)
TANNOY: Ensign Chiefowitz, report to the medical bay. Ensign Chiefowitz, report to the medical bay.
STONE: Not a scratch on the floor. This puppy just rolled off the assembly line.
PSYCHO: What's a brand-new starship doing so far from the front lines?
LANDRY: This is the USS Discovery. My name's Commander Landry. I'm Chief of Security here. I see we're unloading all kinds of garbage today. Even Starfleet's first mutineer. On me.

[Corridor]

TANNOY: Lieutenant Collins, please report to the bridge. Lieutenant Collins, please report to the bridge.
TANNOY 2: Ensign Magnus, report to engineering.
STONE: What's with the silver shirts?
PSYCHO: It's a science vessel.
STONE: You ever seen a blank badge before?
COLD: Somehow this doesn't feel very scientific.
LANDRY: Mouths shut, eyes ahead. All right, Starfleet says we have to feed the animals. Who's hungry?

[Mess hall]

WOMAN [OC]: (sotto) I told you that was her.
BURNHAM: Keyla.
(Detmer has a implant over her right eye, and part of her head shaved. Very Seven of Nine. She walks away without speaking. Burnham sits with the prisoners.)
COLD: How about we make it 8,187?
(The prisoners stand. A crewwoman stops a security guard from intervening as Cold takes a swing at Burnham which she dodges and slams him down onto the table, then throws a tray into Stone's stomach. Then Psycho gets her head banged into the table and punched several times. Cold is about to receive a neck pinch when Landry points a phaser pistol at Burnham.)
LANDRY: Captain wants to see you. Come on. Put them in the brig.

[Turbolift]

LANDRY: Vulcan martial arts, huh?
BURNHAM: Suus Mahna.
LANDRY: Vulcans should stick to logic.

[Bridge]

(Saru is in the Captain's Chair. Landry walks Burnham round the corner into -)

[Ready room]

(A tribble coos.)
LORCA: No matter how deep in space you are, I always feel like you can see home, don't you think? Maybe it's just me. Forgive the lighting, or lack thereof. Recent battle injury. There's nothing they can do if I want to keep my own eyes, and I do. I have to suffer light change slowly. I like to think it makes me mysterious. No? Captain Gabriel Lorca. Welcome to Discovery. Here, don't be shy.
(Eats a fortune-style cookie and offers the bowl to Burnham.)
LORCA: It was a family business, a century ago. That was before the future came, and hunger, need and want disappeared. Of course, they're making a comeback now, thanks to you. Michael Burnham. The Michael Burnham, on my ship. When I saw your name on the shuttle manifest, I re-read your file. Pulled up your court-martial transcripts and... you're something.
BURNHAM: Captain, what am I doing on this ship?
LORCA: I guess you might have to ask that storm out there.
BURNHAM: I received no warning that I'd be transferred to another prison facility, which is customary. Then my shuttle changed course halfway through the journey.
LORCA: Maybe the universe hates waste.
BURNHAM: Sir? Question is, what am I gonna do with you? If I put you in the brig someone's gonna die, and I don't have the time for that kind of distraction. You have training in high-level quantum physics, don't you? My engineers tell me it's gonna take three days to clear the lightning bugs out of the prisoner shuttle. I have something on deck that requires every trained mind available. You're gonna help us out.
BURNHAM: No.
LORCA: Excuse me?
BURNHAM: No, thank you. Respectfully, I owe a debt for my crime and it'd be best... I'd prefer to serve my time without getting involved.
LORCA: Huh. You think I care what your preferences are? Until your vessel's repaired, you'll be assigned to quarters and put to work. I'm not a chauffeur. There's no free rides on my ship. You were once a Starfleet officer. I will use you or anything else I can to achieve my mission.
BURNHAM: And what mission is that, sir?
LORCA: To win the war, of course. To send everyone home, safe and happy. Dismissed.

[Quarters]

LANDRY: You're on day shift. Escort at 0800 hours. When you're not working, you're confined to quarters.
BURNHAM: Working on what?
(Doors close. Burnham lies down on a bed. Doors open.)
TILLY: Lights. This is so neat. They er, they told me, because of my special needs, that I couldn't have a roommate, which was kind of a letdown, because a roommate is like an automatic built-in friend, and then they told me I was gonna have a roommate, and so now I guess that's you, and er... Hi, I'm I'm Cadet Sylvia Tilly. I talk when I'm nervous. My instructors advised me to work on that.
BURNHAM: Why are you nervous?
TILLY: I'm trying to decide if I should tell you that you took my bed.
BURNHAM: Seriously?
TILLY: I know, they look the same, but, er, I'm allergic to polyester, and viscoelastic polyurethane foam. It results in chronic snoring. This is why I wasn't supposed to have a roommate.
BURNHAM: (crosses to the other bed) No problem.
TILLY: What's your name?
BURNHAM: Michael.
TILLY: I never met a female named Michael before. Do you think that suits you? I'll call you Mickey. I think that's more approachable.
BURNHAM: No, you won't.
TILLY: (sotto) Oh yeah, no I won't. (normal) The only other female Michael I ever heard of was Michael Burnham, the mutineer. You're not her, are you? Are you?
(Burnham gives her a Look.)
COMPUTER: Black alert. Black alert.
BURNHAM: What's going on?
TILLY: You weren't briefed?
BURNHAM: No.
TILLY: Well, then I can't tell you. I'm sorry.
(Liquid appears in the air, suspended in droplets, then falls.)
BURNHAM: Tilly, what the hell is going on on this ship?
(Tilly is frightened. Next morning, 0800h, Burnham zips up her new blue uniform.)
COMPUTER: Matter synthesis complete.
TANNOY: Attention, all personnel. Battle drills on Deck 9 have been cancelled until further notice.
(Door opens.)
BURNHAM: Saru.
SARU: First Officer Saru. With me, please.

[Corridor]

SARU: You're famous. They all want a peek.
BURNHAM: Congratulations on your promotion.
SARU: (eating) Mmm. Thank you. The powers that be were impressed by my actions at the Battle of the Binary Stars, but upon my own reflection of that day, my only wish is that I could've done more.
BURNHAM: I understand.
SARU: Blueberries. (she takes one)
BURNHAM: The ones in prison don't taste the same. I suppose that is a function of the environment your eating them in instead of a food synthesiser issue.
BURNHAM: I suppose so. So many people with so many places to go.
SARU: On Discovery, our facilities can accommodate 300 discreet scientific missions. A Starfleet record.
BURNHAM: So, this is a science vessel.
SARU: Er. Oh, you've been assigned to Engineering. Lieutenant Stamets will task you with specific duties.
BURNHAM: Saru. First Officer Saru. I saw a recording of the speech you gave at the Captain's funeral. It was beautiful. I never thought I'd get a chance to say this to you. I think about what happened every day. All the time. And I owe you. I'm trying to say...
SARU: I'm sorry?
BURNHAM: Yes.
SARU: I believe you feel regret. But in my mind you are dangerous. Captain Lorca is a man who does not fear the things normal people fear. But I do. And you are someone to fear, Michael Burnham.
BURNHAM: I just wanna get back on that shuttle, Commander. I won't make any trouble for you here.
SARU: Well, that is certain. But if you try, know that I intend to do a better job protecting my Captain than you did yours.

[Engineering]

BURNHAM: I'm looking for Lieutenant Stamets.
WOMAN: He's in there.
STAMETS [OC]: Add it to the list.
WOMAN: That area's off-limits. No entry without a breath print.
BURNHAM: Starfleet doesn't keep its engineering labs classified.
WOMAN: This is Discovery. I recommend you find a station.
TILLY: Sorry, these stations... Er, we have assigned seats.
(Stamets enters and puts a canister back in its place with rows of others.)
STAMETS: Who are you?
BURNHAM: I'm Michael Burnham. I was assigned.
STAMETS: Who gave you an assignment? I'm the only one who gives assignments around here. (brushes something off his shoulder) So you're the one Lorca sent?
BURNHAM: Yes.
STAMETS: The mutineer?
BURNHAM: Yes.
STAMETS: I was told to expect a Vulcan.
BURNHAM: There may be a misunderstanding.
STAMETS: On my part?
BURNHAM: Yes. No.
STAMETS: You're making this very complicated.
BURNHAM: I was raised on Vulcan, and I attended the Vulcan Science Academy.
STAMETS: My Uncle Everett plays in a Beatles cover band. It hardly makes him John Lennon.
BURNHAM: I'm not sure I'm following.
STAMETS: Well, if Lorca thinks you are such an asset, reconcile these two suites of code. Go somewhere else, please. It's not like we have assigned seats.
(Burnham returns to the station next to Tilly and starts work. She's still there at 22:58 and 08:15.)
STRAAL [on monitor]: What was Discovery's interval?
STAMETS: Last night? Speirein 12.
STRAAL [on monitor]: Why so conservative? Is Lorca holding you back?
STAMETS: No, he's always pushing us for more. I'm sure that our rate of progress is his life's biggest disappointment. By the way, 12 is a perfectly robust number, Straal. Where's the Glenn?
STRAAL [on monitor]: Speirein 240.
STAMETS: I hate you. How?
STRAAL [on monitor]: A recent breakthrough.
STAMETS: I hate you. How?
STRAAL [on monitor]: All I can say is there are unexpected benefits to not growing your own. Right now, we have to finish getting ready. Tonight we're going for Speirein 900.
STAMETS: That's not possible.
STRAAL [on monitor]: Don't be like that. You're one of my oldest friends. We've been working on this for 12 years. When we succeed, both our names are going on the Zee-Magnees Prize.
STAMETS: I'm not jealous, oddly. I'm worried. That displacement is too massive. It's not safe.
STRAAL [on monitor]: It is now. I worked out the kinks. Lurker.
(Stamets turns off his holo-monitor.)
STAMETS: I despise lurkers.
BURNHAM: I'm struggling with these equations. Initially thought I was dealing with quantum astrophysics. But as I got deeper in, biochemistry came into play. Maybe even a form of gene expression. It'd be helpful to know what I'm working on.
STAMETS: Why would I tell a prisoner of the Federation, who is essentially a temp, the details of my top secret research?
BURNHAM: It's your call. But either way, this line here? It's a mistake.
STAMETS: You can go, lurker.
COMPUTER: Submit breath scan for entry. Lieutenant Paul Stamets.
(Stamets goes into the top secret lab. Burnham returns to her quarters unescorted where Tilly is snoring whilst sleeping on her side, not unusual. Burnham collects some of her drool, sneaks onto the bridge and gets a gizmo from a box on the bulkhead, then returns to Engineering.)
COMPUTER: Submit breath scan for entry.
(The gizmo fires a pulse of air at the drool and into the sensor.)
COMPUTER: Cadet Sylvia Tilly.
(Burnham goes through two doors - an airlock of sorts - and gazes at the exotic flora in the huge lab.)

[Ready room]

COMPUTER: Incoming transmission. Designee Lorca, Gabriel. Classified Above Top Secret.

[Engineering]

(Burnham is at her station next to Tilly when Lorca enters with Saru.)
LORCA: During the last hour, while performing black alert manoeuvres, there was an incident on our sister ship, the USS Glenn. The entire crew was lost.
STAMETS: What happened? Was it a bloom failure?
LORCA: We're sending a boarding party to find out. Lieutenant Stamets, you'll accompany Commander Landry and ensure that everything related to the project returns to this ship.
STAMETS: Why not just transport what we need from the Glenn over to us?
SARU: The room holding the equipment is shielded.
STAMETS: Shielded? That's curious.
SARU: Indeed.
LORCA: Let's not indulge that curiosity. It went down by Klingon territory. Let's get in and get out.
STAMETS: Really? We're running drills near Klingon space.
LORCA: We are at war, Lieutenant. I'd appreciate a day without me having to remind you of that.
STAMETS: Well, Captain, I will need to take a team with me. You know, for the cumbersome, annoying science part.
LORCA: Pick a team. Do it quickly. And take Burnham with you.
STAMETS: Sir, it's one thing to make her a data cruncher in my lab, but to integrate her into this project at such a deep level...
LORCA: I understand that you lost a friend today, but this is not a democracy. You understand?
STAMETS: Yes, sir.
LORCA: Number One, you sailed with Burnham aboard the Shenzhou. What is your assessment of her abilities?
SARU: Her mutiny aside, she is the smartest Starfleet officer I have ever known.
LORCA: Huh. And he knows you.

[Shuttlecraft]

TILLY: I can't believe he picked me. I mean, I'm the best theoretical engineer on the ship, it's why I was fast-tracked at the Academy, but this is my very first boarding party. Kind of hard to believe, right?
BURNHAM: Not really.
TILLY: So, er, I need to apologise to you. Yesterday I didn't want you to take the station next to me because, er it's really important that I make a good impression here, and I was afraid that if I was seen with you, that would get in the way of it.
BURNHAM: I understand. It's okay.
TILLY: No, it's not okay. It's... I have this character flaw. I care too much about what other people think about me. But you don't care if, like, everybody hates you. No, that came out wrong. Er, I... I think that you could help me.
BURNHAM: You're a nice kid, Tilly, but I'm not staying long enough to make friends.
PILOT: We're dropping out of warp. Approaching the Glenn.
WOMAN [OC]: Disco 1, confirm visual acquisition.
STAMETS: You see the etchings on the hull? That's evidence of catastrophic basidiosac rupture.
BURNHAM: Basidiosac? That's an unfamiliar term.
STAMETS: You're out of your depth here, non-Vulcan number cruncher. Seen and not heard, please.
BURNHAM: Basidia refers to spore-producing structures. The numbers I've been analysing have been consistent with organic structures. You mentioned the term bloom. That typically refers to biologicals.
STAMETS: Are you trying to show everyone how smart you are?
BURNHAM: I'm trying to get up to speed, so that I can help with this mission. In what is our problem based, biology or physics?
STAMETS: Are you really so naive as to see them as different?
BURNHAM: Sir?
STAMETS: At the quantum level, there is no difference between biology and physics. No difference at all. And you talk about spores. What are they? They are the progenitors of panspermia. They are the building blocks of energy across the universe. Physics and biology? No. Physics as biology.
BURNHAM: All right.
STAMETS: I became an astromycologist because of awe. Awe at the miracle of life. I met Straal, and we formed a partnership. We would get to the veins and muscles that hold our galaxies together. We would find truth. And we were happy in our lab, then your war started, and Starfleet co-opted our research. They split us up, put us in charge of different teams, so we could work twice as fast. Not for truth, or to further Starfleet's mission statement of diplomacy and exploration, but for war. And now my friend and his colleagues are dead because of our research. And I have to live with that, but if you think I'm okay handing my life's work over to that warmonger Lorca, you're wrong.
BURNHAM: Lieutenant Stamets, I sincerely have no idea what research you're involved in.
MAN [OC]: Long-range sensors are clear. You are authorised
BURNHAM: I never even intended to be here.
WOMAN [OC]: Disco 1, adjust course
STAMETS: Well, if Lorca wants you to be here, I'm afraid your intentions are less than moot.
PILOT: Activating shuttle bay containment-field override.
(The shuttle lands in the Glenn shuttlebay.)
LANDRY: Pilot, stay with the ship.
PILOT: Affirmative.
LANDRY: Kowski, let's move out.
(Kowski is security, even though he's not wearing red.)

[Corridor]

LANDRY: All the power relays and redundancies must be shot. Is that normal?
STAMETS: Nothing's normal after an accident like this.
(They find bodies chopped up.)
STAMETS: I never anticipated injuries like this. Cadet, scan to determine if the helical trauma to the body is related to the spiral markings on the ship's hull.
TILLY: There's correlation.
STAMETS: Engineering is this way.
(Something hisses, and runs off as Burnham turns her torch on it. They move on. A relay explodes.)
STAMETS: Look.
(He illuminates a bat'leth.)
LANDRY: Klingons.
TILLY: Could this mean that they know about the device?
STAMETS: If they do, it's all over.
(A boot is stopping a turbolift door from closing. Klingon bodies are nearby.)
LANDRY: Why aren't their bodies braided up?
STAMETS: Because they didn't die in the initial accident. They probably boarded after spying a crippled Federation ship with no lifesigns. They beamed on to steal our tech.
BURNHAM: What the hell could do this to a dozen fully armed Klingons?
STAMETS: Over here. This hull is double-reinforced. What could tear through this metal?
(Crash!)
TILLY: You in the shadows, show yourself.
(He walks forward slowly and raises a finger to his lips.)
KLINGON: Shh.
LANDRY: Is he shushing you?
(The Klingon is suddenly pulled away backwards, and a very alien creature moves towards them.)
BURNHAM: Run.
STAMETS: To Engineering!
LANDRY: Set phasers to kill!
BURNHAM: In here.
(Through a hole in a bulkhead door. The creature grabs the not-red shirt.)
LANDRY: Kowski, no!
(The blast door closes.)

[Engineering]

BURNHAM: What was that thing?
STAMETS: Burnham, download the ship's logs. Tilly, pull all telemetry and check the spore-containment status.
(He kneels by some remains.)
STAMETS: Oh, God. I'm sorry, my friend.
(The creature throws itself at the door.)
BURNHAM: Log data's corrupted.
TILLY: Sir, there's some kind of navigational hack over here.
LANDRY: Get what you're getting, please.
STAMETS: This is coming with us. Help me get it off.
(Burnham runs up to another door.)
BURNHAM: Jammed.
LANDRY: Nah.
(Landry uses her phaser rifle to cut the metal.)
TILLY: There's some kind of device in the reaction cube.
STAMETS: Well, we'll take it with us. Can we go now, please?
LANDRY: Not gonna burn through this in time.
TILLY: What are you doing?
BURNHAM: One Federation ship is pretty much like another, I hope. I need a phaser.
LANDRY: Mutineers don't get phasers.
TILLY: It won't kill it.
BURNHAM: I'm not trying to kill it, I'm trying to piss it off.
(Stamets throws her a phaser. The creature forces itself through the lower door.)
BURNHAM: Hey.
(She shoots at it.)
BURNHAM: Shit, that worked.
LANDRY: We're through. Move, move, move.

[Jefferies tube]

(Burnham climbs the ladder in a Jefferies tube, then starts crawling along. The creature follows her.)
BURNHAM: The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself, but instead found herself falling down a very deep well.
STAMETS [OC]: Burnham, we're in the shuttle. What is your location?
BURNHAM: Jefferies tube. Elevate the shuttle 200 feet, rear quarter, above the shield replacement units. Open the top hatch. (turns into a smaller tube) She was now only ten inches high. Her face and body brightened up. She was now the right size to go through the little door into that lovely garden.
(The creature barely fits into the tube. Burnham opens a hatch and drops.)

[Shuttle]

BURNHAM: Go!

[Bridge]

(Burnham is back in her prison yellow jumpsuit.)
BURNHAM: Permission to enter the bridge, Commander Saru. The Captain requested my presence.
SARU: Permission granted. Commander Airiam, you have the conn. The other prisoners are being transferred to the shuttle now. It's scheduled to leave within the hour.
BURNHAM: I'll be on it, sir.
SARU: It has not gone unnoticed that during your time on this ship you conducted yourself in a respectable manner. And from what I understand, you were invaluable to the boarding party, which I was pleased to hear, since I was the one who recommended your involvement.
BURNHAM: I appreciate your faith in me.
SARU: You were always a good officer, until you weren't. If only you hadn't... You are a valuable asset. It is a loss for Starfleet.
BURNHAM: Thank you.

[Ready room]

LORCA: Well, there she is.
BURNHAM: Captain.
LORCA: Michael Burnham, I would like to extend an official invitation to you to join the Discovery and be a member of our crew.
BURNHAM: Sir, I've been court-martialed and convicted...
LORCA: Don't worry about Starfleet. They gave me discretion to fight this war however I saw fit.
BURNHAM: I'm afraid I can't take you up on your offer.
LORCA: Are you hell-bent on self-persecution?
BURNHAM: That's not it. Not all of it, anyway.
LORCA: Why wouldn't you stay?
BURNHAM: Let me answer your question with a question. Why do you want me to stay? I'm not here by accident. I think you brought me here. I think you've been testing me.
LORCA: And why would I do that?
BURNHAM: You're developing some kind of experimental technology. Some kind of spore-based biological weapon.
LORCA: Oh.
BURNHAM: The kind of weapon that is explicitly forbidden by the Geneva Protocols of 1928 and 2155. And you need someone to help you. Enter, me. A mutineer who intended to wage unsanctioned war on the Klingons. A trained officer who's been banished from Starfleet. And someone who would presumably do anything to get out of their life sentence in prison, including illicit weapons tests, like whatever went wrong on the Glenn.
LORCA: Enter, you indeed.
BURNHAM: I'm not who you think I am. Before I was a mutineer, I was a First Officer in Starfleet. I'll never bear that rank or any other again. But it is who I am, and who I will always be. It is by the principles of the United Federation of Planets that I live. And by them I will most certainly die.
LORCA: I know who you are, Michael Burnham. I know exactly who you are. I know you love being right. But I suspect that you hate being wrong even more, so, let me stop you going down a path you'll regret. Computer, two for site-to-site transport. Captain's Ready Room to Engineering Test Bay Alpha.
COMPUTER: Confirmed.
LORCA: Energise.

[Engineering]

(Lorca opens the test cell.)
LORCA: If you'll be so kind.
(He shuts her in then gets a container from the rack on the other wall.)
LORCA: Mycelium spores. Harmless. Harvested from the fungal species prototaxites stellaviatori, which we grow in our cultivation bay. But you know that, because you broke in.
(He puts the container into a console and particles form in the cell.)
LORCA: We're not creating a new way to kill. We are creating a new way to fly. An organic propulsion system. The Glenn was travelling on these when disaster struck. You yourself have jumped across a mycelial network. Nothing bad happened, just ship's walls got a little damp, that's all.
BURNHAM: Black alert.
LORCA: Discovery's leaps have measured only in the hundreds of kilometres. A sad statistic which is the source of some tension between myself and Lieutenant Stamets. But our more advanced sister ship, before she crashed, was travelling back and forth from the Beta Quadrant, 90 light years away, in 1.3 seconds.
BURNHAM: How do you travel on spores?
LORCA: Imagine a microscopic web that spans the entire cosmos. An intergalactic ecosystem. An infinite number of roads, leading everywhere.
BURNHAM: The veins and muscles that hold our galaxies together.
LORCA: Now, if the Discovery can be anywhere, and gone in an instant, that's how you beat the Klingons. That's how you win the war. And we must win the war. But that's just the beginning. Imagine the possibilities. Wanna see where they're going? Where they've been? Or where they could take us? Hold tight.
(He touches a control and Burnham's surroundings change.)
LORCA: Blink, you're in Ilari. Blink, the moons of Andoria. Blink, you missed Romulus. All those planets, all those places, all those species, seen and yet to be seen. And you're home like it never happened.
(He lets her out of the cell.)
LORCA: I did choose you. But not for the reasons you think. Your assumption that the Klingons were waiting in ambush at the Binary Stars was predictive. You chose to do the right thing, over and above what was sanctioned, even at great cost to yourself. And that is the kind of thinking that wins wars. The kind of thinking I need next to me. Universal law is for lackeys. Context is for kings. Now, what's it to be, Michael? What's in your future? What do you wish for? Atonement? Redemption? Maybe the assurance that the Captain you lost didn't die in vain? You helped start a war. Don't you wanna help me end it?
(He offers a fortune cookie and she takes it.)

[Mess hall]

(Saru is making a cup of tea.)
COMPUTER: Shuttle for prison colony cleared for warp.
(The threat ganglia at the back of his head stand on end.)

[Quarters]

TILLY: I thought you were on a prison shuttle.
BURNHAM: I'm still here. Hope you don't mind.
TILLY: I'm glad. Here's a thing most people don't know about me. I'm gonna be a Captain someday. The thing is that there are still some things I need to learn. And I know that you were one of the most highly regarded first officers in Starfleet. And I have read everything there is on Georgiou.
BURNHAM: Captain. Captain Georgiou.
TILLY: Of course, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
BURNHAM: It's okay.
TILLY: Wow, is that a book?
(Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.)
BURNHAM: When I was a kid, after my parents were killed, my foster mother on Vulcan used to read it to me and her son. She and I were the only humans in the house. That's how I learned that the real world doesn't always adhere to logic. Sometimes down is up. Sometimes up is down. Sometimes, when you're lost, you're found.
TILLY: What was her name?
BURNHAM: Amanda.

[Exo-biology lab]

(Gorn skeleton in a case, and other stuff. KaBOOM! outside.)
LORCA: And the USS Glenn is no more.
LANDRY: Sad to see a ship like that go.
LORCA: It's just a ship. So, is our new guest settled in?
LANDRY: Aye, sir. Snug as a bug in a rug.
LORCA: Then I think we will spend some time together this evening. Thank you for beaming it aboard.
LANDRY: Anything, anytime, Captain.
LORCA: Dismissed.
(Landry leaves. Lorca goes to a security forcefield across an alcove and puts his hand against it.)
LORCA: Here, kitty, kitty.
(The creature from the Glenn throws itself against the forcefield. Discovery goes to warp.)

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