Star Trek: Section 31 (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(whooshing)

(metal clanks)

(metal clanks)

(metal clanks)

(metal continues

clanking in distance)

(wind whistling softly)



She's back! She's home!

Philippa came home!



(windmill creaking)

(fire crackling)

YOUNG GEORGIOU: Two years,

and everything looks

exactly as I remember.

(laughs)

I never thought I would

see this place again.

(slurps softly)

There were 18 of us this time.

Culled from every

corner of the Empire

and brought to Terra

for the contest.

We were told that only

one of us would survive

the years to come.

One child...

the purest expression

of the Terran identity.

They pitted us

against each other.

And month by month,

our numbers dwindled.

FATHER: Did... did you win?

Is it over?

Two of us still live.

San and me.

Me and San.

BOTH (quietly): We are two...

but one.

BOTH: Forever.

The word "friend" was

forbidden during the contest,

but we whispered it to each

other when no one could hear.

San and I combined our skills

against the proctor and

the other contestants.

But only one of you

could be emperor.

One task remains.

The first to complete

it rules the Empire,

and the other spends

the rest of their life

in servitude to the new emperor.

What do you have to do?

(Argo coughing)

(coughing)

(retching)

I'm sorry.

What did you do?!

"No ties to the old

life are permitted.

(coughing and retching continue)

"An emperor can only

be loyal to duty.

"Thus does the

Empire remain strong.

Thus does it grow."

- Mom.

- Philippa.

(sobbing)

(breathes deeply)



(distant rumbling)





You succeeded where your

competitor could not.

Bring him here.

San did not have the strength

to pass the final test.

Even now, his village burns as

a testament to his cowardice.

(whispers): I love you.

TERRAN PROCTOR: You

have won the contest.

Claim your victory.



San, step forward.

You live now only to

serve at her heel.

Kneel before the one

who owns your life.

(quietly): We are two...

But one.

Not anymore.



(shuddering breaths)

- (skin sizzling)

- (gasps)

(pained screaming)

TERRAN PROCTOR: All

hail Philippa Georgiou!

All hail the emperor!

CROWD (chanting):

Hail! Hail! Hail!

Hail!

(electrical humming)

CONTROL: This is Control

with a priority message

for Alpha Team Leader.

Your subject is Emperor

Philippa Georgiou,

former ruler of

the Terran Empire.

It's in a parallel universe

with the most

criminal population

in recorded history.

Even there, Georgiou had the

market cornered on atrocities.

(rumbling)

In 2257, she was

brought to our universe

and joined Section 31,

but after a few years,

we lost contact.

Recently, Georgiou was

spotted using an alias

in the border territory

outside Federation space,

where we're tracking a new

threat on the black market.

This is where your

team comes in.

Federation treaty forbids us

from crossing over that border,

which means Starfleet

cannot get its hands dirty.

You and your 31 team will go

in, make contact with Georgiou

to help identify and

neutralize the threat.

But make no mistake...

this dog bites, so

watch your backs.

You have 24 hours to

complete the mission.

Get to work.



(ships whooshing, rumbling)

(upbeat music playing)

(singer vocalizing)

(laughing)

(lively chatter)

(vocalizing continues)

(laughs)

VIRGIL: Madame du Franc?

Small incident in the

honeymoon suite. (chuckles)

I'm afraid the bride molted

just as things were coming

to a cl*max. (laughs)

- GEORGIOU: Virgil, get to the point.

- (clears throat)

I sent a biohazard team

and your condolences.

Also, there's a customer

hoping for a word with you.

He seems entirely sober

but quite intoxicating.

Madame Veronique du

Franc will see you.

(vocalizing continues)

Alok Sahar, Madame

Veronique du Franc.

Madame du Franc normally

does business by appointment.

I'd like to make an appointment.

Oh, the gentleman would

like to make an appointment.

- ALOK: Now.

- VIRGIL: Now, madame.

- (in French): Impossible.

- (in English): Impossible.

(speaks French)

GEORGIOU: Mmm.

Mmm.

Au revoir, Virgil.

Mm-hmm.

(sighs)

ALOK: That is ill*gal.

And that makes money.

GEORGIOU: This is a

reputable establishment.

ALOK: Not what I heard.

- Why don't we discuss it in your office?

- Hmm.

Why would I take you to

my office, Alok Sahar?

Because it's a

hands-on experience.

(applause)

(vocalizing over lively music)

Everywhere I go

Everybody knows...

- (crackling)

- (music continues in distance)

ALOK: Dulcet thistle.

Dulcet thistle's extinct.

I've got a dozen

keys of this stuff.

Have you partaken?

This would be one of

my few first times.

Packs a punch.

- A happy punch.

- Mmm.

Bottoms up.

- To money.

- To you.

GEORGIOU: Mmm.

(chuckling sigh)

Now, let's cut the sh*t.

What is Section 31 doing

in my space station?

Hmm? You think I don't know

an agent when I see one?

You're heading up a

team of six operatives,

and they're all over the bar.

(audio rewinding)

There's the Chameloid,

a green-blooded shape-shifter,

trying to muster sexy

time with a Deltan,

a walking honey trap

31's obviously using

as a distraction.

Except Chameloids are the

only species in the galaxy

immune to Deltan

sexy time charm.

Then there's the guy with

all the high-end mech,

standing in the back,

looking like he has thoughts.

Mech life, it ain't just

about the brute force.

- (screaming)

- (laughs)

GEORGIOU: I'm gonna say heavy

on a*tillery, low on IQ.

I'm so sorry.

And we can't forget the Vulcan,

laughing way too hard

at the stage banter.

(laughing loudly)

And since Vulcans never laugh,

he's either an idiot, too,

or lost his mind during

pon farr and went insane.

(snorts, laughs)

Oh, come on. That was funny.

GEORGIOU: And the very serious

human you stuck him with...

Reel it in anytime.

She's got a stick so

far up her backside,

it's coming out her mouth.

Just reel it in.

(slurps)

- (sighs)

- ALOK: That would be

- Lieutenant Garrett.

- Mmm.

Starfleet.

Where fun goes to die.

It took you long

enough to find me.

We knew that having

you here on the Baraam

would be valuable to us one day.

Well, I'm not feeling

motivated to be valuable

to anyone but myself.

(upbeat music playing)

Say yes tonight

Say yes to everything...

So, is this where we

start negotiating?

Hmm, that depends.

How long have you

known about me?

Ever since you took over

from the previous owner,

who we still haven't found.

Well, all of.

- That wasn't me.

- Emperor Georgiou,

I am authorized to arrest you

- and wipe your mind clean.

- (laughs)

But then again,

there's a part of me

that wants you to live

with your memories.

The genocidal ones.

Being authorized to arrest me

isn't the same as being

able to arrest me.

You really want Section

31... want me...

dogging you until

the end of time?

(singsongy): Boring.

The past always

catches up with you.

And as much as both of us

might hate it, I'm

doing you a favor.

(sighs)

One last mission.

Listen.

Do you believe in fate?

Because I do.

You can't hide from it.

You're nothing here, Georgiou.

I'm giving you a

chance to get back in.

In on the action on

a galactic scale.

Stop running from it.

Be who you are.

Or stay and tend

bar for eternity.

Let's get on with it.



ALOK: Philippa

Georgiou, meet my team.

This is Melle.

(chuckles)

Zeph.

You look like a

Swiss Army knife.

Uh, hold on. (laughs)

I don't know what that

means, but I'm not gonna

just stand here

and get insulted.

I'm not talking about you.

I'm talking about your suit.

(clears throat)

ZEPH: Um, you're new,

so I'm gonna just

explain this one time

that when you are

talking about the suit,

you're talking about Zeph.

- Oh.

- QUASI: Zeph suffers from

what we call mecha dysmorphia.

ZEPH: And I may not

know what that is,

but I'm also not gonna take that

from you, Quas, and

personally I'm offended.

- I think you should know...

- Well, it's accurate.

It's not a diagnosis.

You're not a doctor.

ALOK: Zeph. Zeph, Zeph!

- He knows. He knows. He knows.

- Okay, fine.

He knows.

- He gets it. He gets it.

- Yes.

Okay, what about that Vulcan?

Nobody told her?

This? The thing

you're talking to?

The Vulcan's just a machine.

I'm inside.

Driving.

I control the body

from a backup vehicle.

Yeah, something I use

to get into tight spots.

Hi there.

I'm Fuzz.

(laughs)

Fuzz is a Nanokin.

Real fun-loving guy.

Hello.

- (chuckles)

- Except for when he's not.

Then he's deranged with an

anger management problem.

Well, you could've stopped

at the first thing, Quasi.

A bootleg Vulcan conveyance?

You must see cool stuff

on the black market.

QUASI: Nanokins are

pretty scavengery.

31 made first contact when

we discovered an infestation

on a derelict ship.

- Quasi.

- Oh, sh*t.

(voices overlapping): Say

"infestation" one more time, Quasi.

Say "scavenger," you

sack of amorphous soot!

I-I s... I heard it

as soon as I said it.

I will kick your a*s

until you cannot form

a solid mass of...

Fuzz. Fuzz. Lock it down.

I am locked down.

I'm trapped inside a

giant robot Vulcan head.

No one is more locked

down than me right now!

Nanokins have a wonky

emotional spectrum.

No, no, no, no,

no, no, I will not

be condescended to, Melle,

particularly not by

you, because honest...

MELLE (whispering): I love

you. You are everything.

- Does my spectrum work for you?

- ZEPH (echoing): Fuzz.

- I mean, like, like, are you into it or...

- Fuzz!

Fuzz!

She's insulting

you, pal. (laughs)

I know Deltans are gonna

do their Deltan thing,

but have a little

self-respect, would you?

Can we continue?

And that's Lieutenant

Rachel Garrett.

She is detailed to Section

31 for this one mission only.

Who did you piss off to get

stuck in black ops, Lieutenant?

Starfleet is here to make sure

we color inside the lines.

GARRETT: Starfleet is here

to defend the Federation,

keep the peace and make

sure no one commits m*rder.

- (scoffs) And you?

- One moment.

ALOK: Quasi came on my radar

when he proved the

existence of glioclusters.

Glioclusters are theoretical.

Formerly theoretical.

Life is just branching

possibilities.

You know, they bloom and

blossom any way you can imagine.

For example, I could be

intimidated by you right now.

I mean, after all,

you've m*rder*d

so many people...

(chuckles nervously)

and you seem to be staring

right into my soul.

(exhales)

I could respond to that

or I could observe my

feelings right now,

lock it away and do

what I need to do.

- Or...

- Quas. Pick one. Hmm?

- QUASI: Yes.

- MELLE: Sometimes Quasi sees

- so many options he gets brain-freeze.

- Thank you, Melle.

- Quasi, can we carry on, please?

- Mm-hmm.

Our target's name is Dada Noe.

Dubious moral compass.

Ran a pathology lab on the Watt

Colonies before he went rogue.

Since then, he's been

designing bioweapons on spec.

Noe's on his way to the Baraam

to sell his latest creation

to the Minosian High Council.

There are no formal hostilities

with the Minosian Sway,

but that could change

if they get their hands

on a superweapon.

GEORGIOU: Do we know what

this bio superweapon is?

GARRETT: No, but if Dada

Noe is selling it, it's bad.

So you're here to make sure

the sale never happens.

How?

Things went south

when you spotted us,

but the plan is still solid.

First, Alok was going to...

You can say it.

Connect.

- With you.

- (laughs)

- Welcome! Mmm.

- Yes.

(Georgiou squeals)

What a cute idea.

Once we had you

suitably distracted,

Quasi would do the

other thing Quasi does.

ALOK: Okay, Quasi.

- If you would do the honors.

- Absolutely.

Let's get to work.

Welcome, Dada Noe.

ALOK: This is where

Fuzz comes in.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

FUZZ: You wouldn't believe

the tiny spots I can get into.

For example, the inner

workings of body modifications.

Oh, once I fly inside

Dada's body mod,

well, then it's

time to get to work.

So many circuits.

So many things that

could go wrong.

Competency crusader here

will talk me through

the tech on the implant.

And if I think we're putting

Dada Noe's life in danger

by tinkering with that implant,

I will unleash the full

weight of Starfleet

on this whole operation.

Oy, we're talking about a bloke

who's selling superweapons

to any third-rate t*rror1st

with a Latinum card.

GARRETT: Listen

carefully, Junkyard.

Starfleet does not

do assassinations.

Ay, don't get your prime

directives in a bunch.

You are not going to

get your hands dirty

and mess up your chances

of becoming captain.

I'm a top-tier science officer.

- Butt pretzel.

- (coughs): Tight-a*s.

- (Quasi clears throat)

- So disrespectful.

Soon as Garrett and

Fuzz sever that link...

he'll be under our control,

and I'll take him down

- with the help of Zeph.

- Mm.

(screams)

- That's what I call a hit.

- One.

Dada Noe and his pathogen

will be in custody

before the buyers can even

show up to the Baraam.

And we are in and out.

Mm. Meh.

OTHERS: Meh?

I have a simpler idea.

Desperate, I can tell

All that begging

Suits you well.

Blowing up my phone now

Going up, you bow down

Look at who needs who...

Welcome, Monsieur Dada Noe.

We're honored to have

you here at the Baraam.

I am Veronique du

Franc, the proprietor.

I told them to have

my suite ready.

Mais oui, monsieur.

May I escort you

to your quarters?

Come.

We have the most exquisite...

I can't believe you're

trusting this sociopath.

ALOK (over comm):

Well, Lieutenant,

you got to do what

you got to do,

and I'm kind of familiar

with sociopaths.

I said don't bring me.

I trust your trip was

without incident, monsieur.

Well, your people

made everything easy.

Our pleasure. Here we are.

(door pulsing, beeping)

(groans)

So tacky.

But I guess that's

what you're known for.

(whirring)

What's this?

It's called a phase pod.

A client of mine gave

it to me as a gift,

and I got one for myself, too.

(beeping, whirring)

What are you doing?

Everything in the

universe vibrates

- on a certain wavelength.

- (grunts)

Damn it.

Give me back my case.

No.

That's coming out of

your security deposit.

The phase pod changes

the wavelength

of whatever they touch.

I am out of phase with you, and

you're out of phase with me.

I am, however, in

phase with your case.

(snorts)

And I will be taking it with me.

(laughs) You have no

idea what you've started.

(yells)

Whoopsie.

(screams)

- (grunts)

- (Zeph laughs)

Impressive.

Are you sure you're human?

Most days.

Thank you.

(Zeph whistling)

(sighs)

(deep rumbling)



Give me the case.

(both grunting)

(Georgiou panting)

(whirring)

(grunting continues)

Who are you?

(aliens moaning)

(chittering)

He went that way. That way,

that way, that way, that way!

(aliens yowling)

(chuckling)

(Zeph yells)

(squealing)

Oh, aliens.

- Naked aliens.

- ALOK: Go, Zeph, go.



He's headed to the lounge.

Man, they're moving fast.

(over comm): Melle,

he's coming to you.

(crowd screaming)

Yikes.

(frantic chatter)

(vocalizes)

(grunting)

(groans) No, it's okay.

- I'm all right.

- Melle, you got him?

Got him.

(whoops, chuckles) Ooh-la-la!

Ay, amor.

(grunts fiercely)

(crowd gasping)

(groaning, panting)

(groaning)

(screams)

(crowd murmuring)



(microphone feedback squeals)

(clicking, whirring)



(crowd cheering)

(cheers)

(groaning)

(beeping)

(grunts)

That's not possible.

I had that destroyed.

No. No!

(grunts)

It's not possible.

ALOK: You knew that weapon.

What is it?

What is it?

Fine. The hard way.

(Georgiou grunts)

(metal clanking steadily)

(coughs)

(metal clanking faster)

(screaming)

(breathing deeply)

MAN: The Eternal

Supplicant begs approach.

You have my permission.

All hail Her Most

Imperial Majesty,

Mother of the Fatherland,

- Overlord of Vulc...

- What is it?

It is finished, Your Majesty.

Where are my engineers?

(trembling): They... they took

their own lives upon completion.

Who is the tear for, San?

Speak.

It is for you, Majesty.

It is all...

for you.

(San's breath trembling)

I asked you a question, San.

(San sobs)

Why do you cry for me?

(sobbing softly)

Look at me.

Do you remember who we were?

Before all this.

The curious boy.

The innocent girl.

I only remember my

failure, Majesty.

Don't lie to me.

We were the only ones

who could understand

the cost to stay alive.

We made a team.

We needed each other, didn't we?

What did we say to carry

each other through,

to survive together?

We are two...

(San's breath trembling)

SAN: But one.

BOTH: We are two but one.

If I said then,

"Let's run away,

"let's flee this competition

and everything that

binds us to Terra,"

what would you have said?

Hmm?

The timing of your question

is more poetic than you know.

I would have said yes.

Then.

But now?

You could have made something

beautiful with your reign.

Instead, you chose

to build this.

That means that

innocent girl I knew,

she has been...

(choking): m*rder*d.

(retching loudly)

What is this?

- You...

- (ragged breathing)

You took the same poison?

No! I forbid you to die!

No one wants to live

in your world, Emperor.

You are a monster!

(gasps)

(grunts)

GEORGIOU: And what

delightful place is this?

ALOK: A safe house.

But maybe not so safe for you.

You are Section 31.

Why aren't you torturing

answers out of me?

You're a tyrant.

A real one.

t*rture wouldn't work.

How do you know so much

about people like me?

Hmm?

You learned tyranny somewhere,

and you learned hard.

If you have to hide

it, that's a weakness.

And I can't have

that in a partner.

- We're not partners.

- No?

I've been very helpful.

You had a plan

that couldn't work.

I gave you a better one.

You gave me a taste

of the action,

knowing I'd want more.

You need me.

You chose me.

Why?

Whatever you believed

your mission was,

it's worse than you thought.

Billions of lives are at

stake, and time is short.

Tell me you, and I

will tell you me.

The only way this

works is if I know

exactly who I'm dealing with.

I'm not from this time, either.

I was born on

Earth, 20th century.

You are 350 years old?

More or less.

I slept most of that time.

After my exile.

The Eugenics Wars.

Augments...

took my planet.

My home.

There was maybe ten

of us who fought.

Everyone I knew either

took a b*llet or a blade.

But I gave some back.

She noticed me.

The Augment who

slaughtered my family.

They called her Giri the Marked.

She took me in.

Made me stronger than

any human should be.

She ripped me apart

and turned me into another

Augment for her army.

And I did terrible things.

All for a monster like you.

Because for tyrants,

there is only one choice:

m*rder.

You haven't k*lled me.

Yet.

I recognized the weapon because

I ordered it to be built.

Gather your people.

We're gonna need

every one of them.





GEORGIOU: In my universe,

there were always plotters.

Always a coup.

So I built a weapon

to end all threats.

I called it the Godsend.

It triggers a chain reaction,

like a virus passing

between planets.

Everything in its

path incinerates.

An entire quadrant

would be lost.

If my enemies

managed to k*ll me,

there would be

nothing left to rule.

ZEPH: Yeah, hi.

Quick question.

Sorry.

Yeah, no. Uh, just a qu...

it's just a quick one.

Is it Godsend or God's End?

Godsend or God's End?

I don't hear a difference

in what you're saying.

Really? Really?

Godsend. God's End.

- Yeah, I'm still not getting it.

- The Godsend is...

Wait, Godsend. I hear it now.

- It's Godsend. No apostrophe.

- Send.

The Godsend is here.

How? It's from another universe.

I don't know, but

that man had it.

The one that you

think is Dada Noe.

The one we know is Dada Noe.

No, he's not your

Dada Noe. He can't be.

He's from the Terran Empire,

and he brought the Godsend here.

That's the only way

he can know about it.

And since we have

him locked up tight,

- I'll interrogate him.

- GARRETT: No, no, no.

- We cannot trust a single word this woman says.

- Yeah.

She cost us Melle.

She's the only one who knows

what we're dealing with.

Yeah, well, so she

says, little bro.

- Little?

- (sighs)

Scale-shamer!

Microbes outlasted dinosaurs!

Calm your boots.

What I'm saying is...

I will piss in your suit

until you go all rusty like!

That she's the reason

this is all bollixed up.

She's the reason Melle's

dead, and she's the reason

we're in the a*s

end of the galaxy.

ALOK: Listen up.

Georgiou and I are gonna

go back to the ship.

Dada Noe is our only

link to the Godsend,

so we're gonna have a

little chat with him.

What?

ALOK: Her name is

Philippa Georgiou,

Her Most Imperial Majesty.

Mother of the Fatherland.

Overlord of Vulcan.

Dominus of Qo'noS, Regina Andor,

Philippa Georgiou Augustus

Iaponius Centarius.

DADA NOE: Cool.

That come with fries?

(laughing): That

was good, right?

(grunts)

(groans) Okay.

ALOK: Every time you don't

answer her questions directly,

Her Majesty will punch

you in your face.

(sighs): Fine.

I'm Dada.

Dada Noe. Just Dada, then Noe.

That's it. No in-betweens.

And I, uh...

I used to run a pathology

lab in the Watt Colonies.

(grunts, groans)

What the sh*t, man?!

You said that she was gonna

be doing the face punching!

So now we both have lied.

You are not that Dada.

(sighs)

You're what these

people call his Mirror.

You came here from

the Terran Empire,

and you brought the Godsend.

What's the Godsend?

(Georgiou exhales sharply)

My own w*r council

tried to depose me.

Do you know how I convinced

the field marshal to talk?

Hmm?

(whispering indistinctly)

(grunts nervously)

I was an administrator

at an Imperial weapons

facility on Terra.

Uh, yeah.

The Godsend was

stored at my facility.

Most thought it was a legend,

but I knew it was real.

So you tried to sell it.

DADA NOE: Yeah, yeah.

I wanted to live here

quietly on its proceeds.

ALOK: How did you

get to our universe?

Hmm?

There was an ion storm.

Two of them, actually.

And when they converged,

which they do like clockwork,

they ripped something open on

the fringes of the Empire...

an anomaly, they called

it... but it was a passageway

to get to this place

from the Terran Empire.

(laughing)

Comes out through

your Crescent Nebula.

Few know about it. For now.

But it'll open

again in four hours.

That's when I was supposed

to be meeting my buyer.

Are you aware of what

that weapon does?

The Terran Empire's burned

through its resources.

There's famine.

Entire ecologies are collapsing.

They need to find

a new territory

to conquer and strip-mine.

When they realize that

their superweapon is gone,

they're gonna find

that passageway...

you know they will...

and they'll come

and they'll burn everything

they touch and enslave the rest,

because that's what the

Empire does, Majesty.

(chuckles): They

learned well from you.

(Dada Noe laughing)

- (screams)

- ALOK: Who else wants it?

DADA NOE: I-I don't know, man.

I got an offer.

The money was real.

Someone stole the

Godsend from us.

- Who was he?

- DADA NOE: No idea.

Whoever broke into my room,

whoever stole that weapon,

they know what they know

because they learned it

from one of you.

(Dada Noe groans)

(expl*si*n)

(yelling, groaning)

ALOK (echoing):

Emergency transporter.

(explosions)

(Dada Noe screaming, whimpering)

Well, this is great.

Oh, even better.

ZEPH: Is that... is that

the ship? Is the ship gone?

I liked that ship.

What happened?

Sabotage.

What?

GEORGIOU: Whoever stole

the Godsend had a partner.

It was someone here.

Which means one of us is a mole.

(gasps)

- Could be you.

- Could be you.

GEORGIOU: If it were me,

I would have m*rder*d

all of you already.

Look, boss, if there's a

mole, you know it's not me.

ZEPH: (laughs) I mean, that

sounds pretty moley to me.

- I don't know.

- (Quasi stammers)

QUASI: We've been on

like ten ops together.

Yeah, and I still don't even

know what you look like, do I?

No one knows what a

Chameloid looks like.

- You might change into anything you want.

- What about Fuzz, huh?

- He exists on a whole other scale than anybody else.

- Mm, deflecting?

My wife is about to lay our

first litter of egg sacs.

- No, I have 190,000 hatchlings on the way...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- And I want them to live.

- Well, look,

you could find a

motive for any of us.

Or it could be a

combination of any of you.

You know, like-like

Zeph and-and Fuzz or...

You are spinning

out without Melle.

You cannot land on a choice.

Maybe you're putting that in my

head because you're the mole.

Huh? How about

Garrett? She's new.

She doesn't care about us.

I'm Starfleet.

Whoa. Anyone else feel that

heroic breeze right there

ruffling her cape? (laughs)

GARRETT: Okay, there's

an old ship out there,

an old garbage scow.

Yeah, I found it when

you were up there

interrogating metal head.

Must be years since

anyone flew it,

but I think we can work with it

to go after whoever

took the Godsend.

Mm. I dislike you less.

Aw.

If I wanted someone to

like me, I'd get a dog.

I like order.

I like prediction

and conclusion.

Then you're on the wrong

team because we've got mole,

stranded on a dead planet,

no communication

with the outside,

and less than four hours before

the Terrans get the Godsend

and use it anywhere

in the galaxy.

Speaking of which, Quas,

what about the antenna array?

Uh, well...

Well, it's a couple

decades out of date.

We get it up and running,

then we tell 31 what's coming.

We work together.

- Everyone stays in sight.

- QUASI: Yeah.

Just...

Let's go.



(electricity crackling)

QUASI: Well, there

goes that idea.

Our little mole has

been really busy.

Ripped up all the wiring.

Two teams. I'll lead

one into the woods.

Three to see if we

can salvage that scow.

You stay here with the others

and try and fix

the antenna array.

Why is she giving us orders now?

Because I'm letting her

and I'm pretty certain

she's not the mole.

You wouldn't bet on a

horse named Pretty Certain.

Quas, Fuzz, you get to the

scow right away with Georgiou.

Zeph and Garrett, you

stay here with me.

We'll take care of

the antenna array.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm supposed to go

out into the woods

with two people who

want to k*ll me?

Just stay in sight of each

other and don't get dead.

Okay?

QUASI: Yep, thanks, Cap.

I mean, just fifty-fifty shot

one of them wants to k*ll me,

- and then 25%...

- Quas, just get your a*s out there.

I love you, too, Cap.

- ALOK: All righty.

- QUASI: Aye, aye.



QUASI: The internal

circuitry on this old scow

is still in decent shape.

- (device beeping) - Everything

I'm seeing should work.

So this thing we're

chasing, the Godsend,

your engineers, did they

install a fail-safe?

Can we disable it remotely?

There is no fail-safe.

I wouldn't allow it.

How very on-brand for you.

Can I ask you one more question?

I'm just gonna ask

you one more question.

So you brought the

Godsend into the world

to vaporize

quadrillions of lives.

Never thought that was a

little, you know, much?

I ordered it destroyed.

And someone hid it. Your

own people betrayed you.

Well, your corporate culture

was straight-up sh*t.

And you didn't

answer my question.

The asymptote coil is gone.

Someone must have scavenged

it for the terbium.

Well, find another one,

this thing should fly.

- Maybe the cargo hull.

- Huh. Oh, no, no.

Everyone stays

together, all right?

Limits the possibilities

of you k*lling us.

Uh... (stammers)

Let's go to the cargo hold,

please. (clears throat)

Aren't you coming?

Yes. I couldn't be more excited.

(rapid beeping)

ZEPH: Yeah, I could help

you down there, of course,

but considering how,

you know, control

is central to your

entire identity

and the fact that I'm

just not good at it,

I'm just gonna stand here

and honor our relationship

- by doing absolutely nothing.

- ALOK: Helpful.

It's called radical

self-acceptance.

- Evolved of you.

- Well, thank you.

So, can you fix it?

I'm not even sure it's broken.

It's just missing a part.

Look, this-this torn

wiring looks dramatic,

but this equipment has

redundancy built in.

There's an easy work-around.

Except somebody ripped

out the theta junction.

Other than that, this

thing should work.

Okay, well, maybe

our mole has it.

- Garrett?

- Yeah.

Zeph.

Where is Zeph?

Zeph, come in.

Zeph, do you copy?

(liquid dripping)

Zeph.

(whirring)

Garrett, was that you?

Garrett, what the hell was that?

GARRETT (over comm): Someone

just activated the antenna array.

Damn it.

What's happening?

Garrett, sitrep.

FUZZ: This is

going to be good.

ALOK: Lieutenant,

do you copy? Over.



QUASI: Clear.

GEORGIOU: Clear.

FUZZ: Nothing here.

How could someone have used

this to send out a signal?

Impossible. It's missing a part.

And someone shot it to hell.

GARRETT: I heard

someone running.

Zeph must have put the

theta junction back in.

Then shot it after

he used the array.

(sighs, groans softly)

So he must have circled

back after he went AWOL.

(sighs) Zeph came down to

this planet to sabotage us.

And now that we're stranded,

he sent a message to

whoever he's working with.

And he'll lay low until

his ride gets here,

and then he's long gone.

GEORGIOU: Then we need

to find him first.

(expl*sive blasts)

(beeping)

ALOK (over comm):

Observer, do you copy?

GARRETT: Please, Raider

One, when do I not copy?

That's funny. Status?

(static crackling)

GARRETT: I'm picking up

a lot of interference,

but the tricorder shows

Zeph's biosignature

was just in this sector. Over.

Copy. Stay low

and tight, people.

The warlord you served,

Giri, what happened to her?

She died like she lived.

By that, you know what I mean.

She was lucky.

She wasn't infected

with a conscience.

- Infected?

- Yeah.

A monster can only be a monster.

A monster with

regrets is useless.

Mm. So that's why

you were hiding

in a bar at the

a*s end of nowhere.

Maybe it's why you're

working with 31.

To wipe your slate clean.

ALOK: There's always a price

to pay for people like us.

You wouldn't be here

if you didn't agree.

Oh, so that's why you chose me.

You think I'm a monster who

feels enough to be controlled

but still do the

real dirty work.

No, I think you want the

Godsend back because you know

it's your one chance

to redeem yourself

for all the sh*t you've done.

I want the Godsend

back because it's mine.

(beeping rapidly)

(sighs)

Ah. Zeph's exoskeleton

is leaking.

(rapid beeping continues)

Yep, more.

GEORGIOU: This way.

(groans)



Blip, Clip,

Grip,

Polio, Influensina,

- Cowpox...

- What are you saying?

I'm reciting the names

of me hatchlings.

Since one of you is

going to m*rder me,

I'm never gonna meet them,

but at least I can honor them

one by one.

Trip,

Trip 2,

Tonsilyitis, Crimean-Congo

Hemorrhagic Fever...

Are you gonna sob

out 190,000 names?

How can you be so

cold and insensitive?

Might he have recorded

what happened?

QUASI: Sure.

Except the footage was probably

m*rder*d along with him.

ALOK: We could connect one of

the tricorders to his suit.

Whatever data is left,

we'll know who did this.

QUASI: You say that

like we're all suspects.

We're not. All right?

Fuzz, me and her were in the

scow when all this happened...

everyone in sight

of everyone else.

And nobody went anywhere, right?

- Right.

- GEORGIOU: Hmm.

Oh, this is not Zeph's.

Brunette. 25 centimeters.



(chuckles)

This is insane.

Stop fidgeting.

I've been in close quarters

with Zeph for a week.

Okay, so you're into

mecha boom-boom.

Lots of humans are. No shame.

(groans)

- (tricorder beeping)

- Hmm.

Well, that's impossible.



(tricorder beeps and whirs)

ALOK: Lieutenant Garrett,

why is Zeph's blood

underneath your fingernails?

GEORGIOU: Lieutenant Garrett,

evidence from you was

found on Zeph's body,

and evidence from Zeph's

body was found on you.

Not very Starfleet.

Oh, I am very Starfleet.

And you know I didn't do this.

You are just terrified of

anyone with a moral compass.

Mm.

And deep down in that

pure little heart,

you're actually a chaos

goblin, aren't you?

- I know you have it in you, angel.

- Don't call me that.

Starfleet sniffed you out

and put you in a place

where you'd be most useful.

Section 31 is just the place

for officers who bend the rules,

never quite break

them until they do.

And you fit right in here.

GARRETT: You can

t*rture me all you want.

You will never

make me a m*rder*r.

ALOK: No.

(tricorder beeping)

QUASI: We've got footage!

ZEPH (on video): Stop!

Stop!

(pained groan)

This is my suit.

I am the suit!

(shouts)

The suit is me!

One second.

(grunting)

We were your friends.

We were your friends.

- You can't k*ll me.

- (drill whirring)

- QUASI: Zeph, no.

- You can't k*ll...

- (screaming)

- (Quasi and Fuzz groan)

QUASI: Zeph k*lled himself?

Why would he do that?

Sorry to disappoint

you, Your Majesty.

Look, none of this

is making any sense.

No, none of it makes

a lick of sense.

Why would he do this? Uh...

- Give me a couple minutes to...

- We don't have minutes.

QUASI: Well, then give me

a couple seconds, then.

Uh... (muttering)

- Could be you.

- GEORGIOU: Could be you.

ZEPH: And I still don't even

know what you look like.

You could change into

anything you want.

QUASI: She's new. She

doesn't care about us.

- I'm Starfleet.

- Whoa.

ZEPH: When you are

talking about the suit,

you're talking about Zeph.

FUZZ: This isn't Fuzz.

The Vulcan's just a

machine, you know.

I'm inside. (laughs)

Scale-shamer!

You wouldn't believe the

tiny spots I can get into.

For example, the inner

workings of body modifications.

There's an autopilot.

That's the only thing

that makes sense.

You set the Vulcan

machine on autopilot.

That's why its responses

were so strange.

- Aren't you coming?

- Yes.

You flew into

Zeph's exoskeleton.

And once you were inside...

GARRETT: Somebody ripped

out the theta junction.

Garrett, where's Zeph?

GEORGIOU: Then you took

control of Zeph's suit.

While the others were

out looking for him,

you made him sneak back

into the antenna array

and send those messages.

Don't do this to them!

We were your friends. (grunts)

GEORGIOU: Then you

destroyed the evidence.

And you k*lled Zeph.

(Zeph screaming)

And then you planted the

evidence on Garrett here.



Hands up, Fuzz.

Oh, shite and ever shite.

(grunting)

Whoa. You're honestly gonna

believe what she says, Alok?

Quasi, after everything

we've been through?

C-Can I just say

one thing first?

I'm still hacked into

Zeph's exoskeleton.

(laughing wildly)

(buttons beeping)

(Fuzz whooping)

(Alok grunts)

GARRETT: Come on!

What happened to "no

crew member left behind"?

- (device beeps, clicks)

- (grunts) Oh.

(shouts happily)

ALOK: Come on, come on!

Get us closer.

(buzzes, whirs)

(grunts)

(grunting)





(yelling)

QUASI: I got you. I got you.

- Nice and easy.

- ALOK: Damn.

(whooshing)

(grunting)

(yelps)

(groaning)

(whooshing)

(grunting)

(Georgiou screams)

(wind howling)

(laughing)

(laughing continues)

- (grunting)

- (blade stabbing)

(pained shout)

You keep tabs on the

black market, hmm?

And that's where you

heard about the Godsend.

Why do you care?

You k*lled your family.

What's a few billion

more people, huh?

Where is it? And who

are you working with?

You took your crown

while they died in agony

not ten feet away.

You condemned your

only friend to sl*very,

and then you had the ba*ls to

offer him kindness at the end?

(Fuzz laughing)

How could you know that?

Glad you're catching

on. (laughs)

He played you, Emperor.

San's alive.

(Fuzz laughing)

It's not possible.

That's not possible. How?

He built up an immunity

from that poison, you know.

Teeny tiny doses over time.

Once again, small shite

for the win, mama.

(laughs)

Where is he?!

He's gonna put on

quite the show.

You built the Godsend.

You made this monster.

This is all you.

(laughing)

(grunts)

(panting)

(grunting softly)

Be careful, all right?

I said be careful.

I have to get around in that.

(grunts)

(whirring)

SAN: You can afford a

hundred of them now.

FUZZ: Oh, great.

I'd settle for one that works.

(controls beeping)

(mutters) So that's it?

The almighty Godsend.

When you're emperor,

maybe start by naming it

something less confusing.



(taking deep, shaky breaths)

QUASI: Once that

passageway opens up,

he contacts the Terrans,

they come through.

They're detonating it here.

And he'd be the

darling of the Empire.

So he throws the

Federation into chaos...

Starfleet will start scrambling.

Perfect time to invade.

You gave birth to this thing.

- How do we stop it?

- GEORGIOU: We don't.

We're trapped here, so

we can't follow him.

The antenna's destroyed,

so we can't warn anybody.

That is bullshit.

- You can do better than that.

- I can't.

The Godsend is me.

I'm the only one I

could never defeat.

The past always

catches up with you.

Right?

ALOK: Doesn't mean

it always wins.

Every safe house, I

have a backup plan.

We'll get that scow running.

Boss, the scow won't fly.

Not without an asymptote coil.

ALOK: We have one.

We'll catch up with San.

We'll make sure he can't

contact the Terrans.

GARRETT: You ripped

out the coil.

Couldn't tell you while a

mole was still running around.

as*h*le.

(clicks)

(whirring)

(ship powering up)

Okay, Quas, give her a rip.

(ship whirring, clanking)

- (ship powering down)

- (Georgiou and Alok groan)

Still just one pulse.

(ship powering up)

And we're in business.

Okay, team, we have

less than 30 minutes.

Quas, set a course for

the Crescent Nebula.

All right, this is

gonna be bumpy and bad.

I'm assuming San's

ship will be armed.

Yeah, every Terran ship's armed.

He'll have proton

cannons, torpedoes,

and we are a garbage

barge. (chuckles)

Why are you laughing?

Because I can't imagine

things getting much worse.

(Quasi laughing)

(exhales, clears throat)

(ship whirring)

QUASI: Let's go.



So, this thing flies around in

the middle of a tractor field.

People jettison their

garbage into space,

and the scow flies around

and drags the trash

along with the field.

(exhales heavily)

Once the tractor field is full,

it dumps the trash in the Nebula

where it disintegrates

in the radiation.

(scoffs) I just

want to be clear.

You're saying that our

best potential weapon is

a beam for collecting garbage?

- Yes.

- Great.

Hey, being judgy

never helped anything.

(scoffs)

- Where are you going?

- Engineering.

If that's our only weapon,

I'll redirect all power

to the tractor beams.

That's actually a good plan.



FUZZ: We're in position.

The passageway will open soon.

Do you know what I want

when this is all over?

Just a big space, you know,

for me hatchlings to tunnel

and fly around and...

(sighs) What do you want?

I want Philippa Georgiou to

marinate in her own defeat.

I get you guys are

all "eternal nemesis,

sexy evil tension"

and stuff, but...

- (alarm buzzes)

- SHIP COMPUTER: Alert.

Incoming vessel.

Collision trajectory detected.

Of course she got

it off the ground.

(laughing)

I say we should

use the torpedoes.

(controls beeping)

QUASI: They've picked us up.

GARRETT: Photon

torpedo incoming.

- Impact in five, four...

- Really want to take evasive action right now!

- three, two, one.

- Quas, hold the course. Put everything in our shields.

(strained grunting)

Why isn't she changing course?

Do I look like a fortune teller?

- (alarm blaring)

- (yelling)

ALOK: Do we have enough juice to

drag them with the tractor beam yet?

Yeah, but we can't take

another direct hit.

Incoming torpedo

in five, four...

- Keep it steady. We're almost there...

- three, two, one.

- ALOK: Now.

- (whooshing)

SHIP COMPUTER: Alert.

Navigation control suspended.

What are they gonna

do, drag us to death?

SAN: She's trying to stop

me from reaching the Empire.

Oh.

How's everybody

feeling about this?

- (groans)

- GEORGIOU: It's the only way.

This can work.

The radiation will wear

down their shields.

Yeah, the thing is, the

radiation hits us, too.

(groaning)

SHIP COMPUTER: Target

lock malfunction.

I can't get torpedo

lock. Cannons offline.

- (alarm beeping)

- San?

San.

(screams): San!

(grunting)

SCOW COMPUTER: Radiation

levels critical.

Shields are down. I

repeat, shields are down!

- (expl*sive blast)

- (groaning)

(grunts)

And San's?

His are at 12% and falling fast.

QUASI: Plasma incoming!

We get caught with

a burst like that,

and we're done.

This is chaos, Garrett.

You know you love it, hmm?

Maybe let it in, make

out with it a little.

It's why Starfleet put you here.

Chaos is my friend

with benefits.

Yeah, Garrett, let's get messy.

- Hmm?

- Okay.

- You got this, Quas.

- Uh-huh.

You ready?

GARRETT: San's shields

are at four percent.

Two now.

His shields are down.

Good to go.



(whirring)

- (blade stabs)

- (screams in pain)

(groaning)

SAN: Philippa!

This contest only ends

when one of us is dead!

(San yells)

(grunting)

GODSEND COMPUTER: Detonation

sequence activating.

(choking)

See, the Nanokins, we

don't need the Federation.

We never have.

We ruled before you

behemoths found us,

and we will rule again

after you're gone.

(grunting)

(yells)

Guess who survives

very large explosions.

(Alok choking)

Very small things.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I

need to cut our ship loose.

Sorry if your friends

die in the process.

No, I'm joking. (laughs)

I can't wait to k*ll them.

So long, you big lumps of shite!

(pained groan)

Who's flying that?

Uh, according to the sensors,

one tiny life-form on board,

and it's heading right for us.

Plot m*ssile lock.

We have trash, all

right? Just trash.

- (expl*si*n)

- (grunts)

(yells)

(grunting)

BOTH: But one.

YOUNG GEORGIOU: San.

(both shout)

(grunts fiercely)

(groans)

(clicking)

GODSEND COMPUTER: Awaiting

biosignature confirmation.

(ship rumbling)

I've got Fuzz's shuttle.

He's heading back to San's ship.

- We're barely keeping up.

- Stay on him.

Uh, we don't have any weapons.

We have a payload

bay full of trash.

Do not lose that shuttle.

Okay.

(pained groan)

SAN: I was nothing!

That boy was soft, weak.

But all those years under your

heel taught me who I am now.

The Empire's coming

through that portal.

My Empire!

And we will reign

over this universe

with righteous

mercy, not like you!

There are no benevolent

dictators, San.

You taught me that.

We can come back from this.

We can start over.

(gasp echoes)

(yelling)

(grunting)

GARRETT: Oh, I love chaos.

(singsongy): Chaos is my jam.

I love chaos. I love chaos.

- (ship rumbling) - QUASI: Garrett, what

the hell - are you doing down there?

Quasi, I am a trained

Starfleet officer

who fully intends on living long

enough to be captain one day.

You got to trust me, okay?

ODD VOICE: Hi

there. (chuckles)

I'm so glad you found me.

What'd you just say?

GARRETT: Uh... uh...

It's a toy.

Looks like it came

from a Droom planet.

Shall we do something

fun together? (laughing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You okay down there, Starfleet?

(laughing): Whoa.

(Garrett panting)

Oh, come on, come on,

come on, come on. Yes.

Oh, we do not let Droom

tech into the Federation

because they use Terrenium

as a power source.

Oh, you're gonna blow

us up, aren't you?

You better hope that

this ship's hull

is reinforced with Tomohite.

(grunting)

(blade clangs)

(San yelling)

(Godsend clicks)

I am a science officer.

And science is just

controlled chaos.

Whoa, chaos, chaos,

chaos, chaos, chaos!

Ah, come on.

Get up, you stupid robot.

(clicks)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(yells)

(crying)

No. No.

No!

Stay in front of Fuzz's ship

so we can open the payload bay.

- (ship rumbling)

- Uh, yeah.

About that.

- Uh, thing is...

- Quasi, there's about to be a very large expl*si*n.

This console's in a

language I don't know.

I can decipher some of it.

I just have to break

it down to morphemes

- and, you know...

- Large expl*si*n impending.

Either of these two buttons

could open the cargo bay.

Okay, so push them both.

Either of these two

buttons could also

initiate a

self-destruct protocol.

- We're gonna blow up anyway.

- Uh-huh.

- Um, uh.. Huh?

- Quasi. Quasi, look at me.

You just need to make a call.

You know what to do.

- Okay.

- Okay.

(laughing)

(whimpers softly)

(distorted laughing)

Uh...

We can be friends forever...

(exhales)

(growls)

(grunting fiercely)

(Fuzz coughing)

(pained grunting)

Do you want to hear

something funny?

I'm on autopilot.

(laughing)

(Fuzz snarls, mutters)

What the hell?

DROOM DOLL: We're

all gonna die.

(giggles) We're all gonna die.

No!

It's wonderful just

to be with you.

(screams)

- Whoo!

- Whoa!

(laughing)

Yes!

(both grunt)

(both groan)

- (ship rumbling)

- (grunting)

(growling)

- (yelling)

- (wailing)

(grunts) Die now.

Go tell your family how

much you've changed.

(wailing)

(laughter echoes)

(wailing)

(grunts)

(panting)

San.

No. No.

No.

San.

(sobbing softly)

San.

This is not what I want.

Please.

- (whispers): I love you.

- (whispers): I love you.

YOUNG GEORGIOU: San.

San.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You-you-you were right.

I still needed you.

I always needed...

To show me who I am, even now.

(sobbing softly)

Now.

M-M... My emperor.

My love.

- (Georgiou sobbing)

- (exhales)

(crying): No.

We are one.

Forever.

SHIP COMPUTER: Ion storm

convergence imminent.

Passageway is opening.

(clicking)

(gasps)

GODSEND COMPUTER:

Biosignature confirmed.

Detonation in 60 seconds.

GEORGIOU: Computer, target

lock on the passageway.

SHIP COMPUTER: Target

lock confirmed.

GEORGIOU: If you

could go back,

and you were kneeling

in front of Giri,

would you k*ll her?

Would you put a stop to all the

suffering and smoke forever,

even if it meant

that you had to die?

Yes.

Then I'm glad I knew

you, Alok Sahar.

GODSEND COMPUTER:

Detonation in 30 seconds.

SHIP COMPUTER:

Passageway is open.

QUASI: Sensors show they've

activated impulse engines.

What?

- Yeah.

- You need to transport them back.

- Yeah. Okay.

- GARRETT: Now.

QUASI: Okay, okay, okay, okay.

The storm's interfering.

I can't lock on to them.

(clicking)

GODSEND COMPUTER:

Detonation in ten seconds.

(Godsend clicking)

QUASI: Come on. Come on!

GARRETT: They're

running out of time.

QUASI: I'm trying.

GODSEND COMPUTER:

Detonation in five,

four, three,

two, one.

(expl*sive rumbling)

(electronic whirring)

GEORGIOU (echoing):

Lieutenant Garrett?

Rachel?

(chuckles)

(Garrett coughing)

(sighs)

You all right?

- I'm okay.

- Hmm? You here?

- Yeah. You're alive.

- All right.

Yeah, Quasi got us out.

- There we go. There we are.

- GEORGIOU: Thank you.

GARRETT: Oh, you did it.

(laughing): Oh, we won.

- GEORGIOU: Oh. Grow up.

- (laughing)

Perkiness is disgusting.

Yeah.

I hear you.

(sighs) It's happening.

The passageway's collapsing.



(electrical humming, whooshing)

(upbeat music playing)

(lively chatter)

(singer vocalizing)

There she is.

How was your debrief?

Oh, could've been worse.

They made me an offer.

And?

- I'm sitting on it.

- (chuckles)

You?

Meh. Hmm.

(chuckles softly)

Hmm.

And how long did you think

you could fool me

with this, hmm?

- What gave it away?

- Mm.

You still get nervous

when I look at you.

Oh. Hey, C-Cap.

ALOK: Leave that

poor man alone.

Virgil.

A round of elixirs

for my friends.

- Pleasure, Madame du Franc.

- Mm-hmm.

Lieutenant Garrett.

They let you off the ship.

It's actually Lieutenant

Commander Garrett now.

- Oh.

- Thank you very much.

And if this unit is gonna

be a permanent detail,

then you all definitely

need oversight.

I may slaughter you

all at any moment.

Is that a deal-breaker?

- Nah.

- Whatevs.

It's not like you

need a reason anyway.

- It's true. You're a bad b*tch.

- (laughs)

- With the stare of death.

- QUASI: Oh, we get it.

You're a terrifying,

soulless m*rder*r

who we can never truly trust.

I love that for us.

Somebody's got to

keep things lively.

- QUASI: Touch. - ALOK: Yes, touch.

- You make a point.

(Georgiou speaks French)

- To us.

- (glasses clinking)

To us.

This isn't poison, is it?

GEORGIOU: And now that

you have us all here,

what next?

Well, not quite all.

Ladies and gent, stage left.

You got to be kidding me.

(Southern accent):

Oh, I'm not Fuzz.

(chuckles) Section 31 bought

two of these conveyances

on the black market.

Name's Wisp. I'm his wife.

And I'm here for

when we catch up with

that lying, double-dealing

son of a b*tch.

Uh, well, we blew

up his ship, ma'am.

- Uh, Mrs. Fuzz.

- (chuckles) Oh, honey.

Little things sometimes

survive big explosions.

And when we find him,

I have questions.

- Now, what are we talking about?

- ALOK: I'm glad you asked.

I was just letting

the team know.

Control has a job for us.

(chimes)

(electronic whirring)

(sighs)

My better judgment has been

screaming at me

for two days now.

It keeps saying that you lot

are gonna cost me my job.

- We might.

- She might.

CONTROL: I told my

judgment to shut up

and take a nap.

'Cause we have work to do.

Has anybody been to Turkana IV?

- Whew.

- QUASI: Wait.

Did you say Turkana

or say Jur-Jurnana?

He thought "Your Mama IV."

(laughs): Oh, Your Mama IV.

- GEORGIOU: No.

- (laughter)

(whooshing)

(music ends)