Star Trek: Prodigy (2021) s01e05 Episode Script
Terror Firma
What did you do?
- I think I broke my leg.
- A compound fracture specifically.
I mean the ship.
You tried to steal our ship.
You mean the one you stole first? - She makes a good argument.
- Oh, really? Now, you're taking her side? At least she saved Murf.
It's okay, Murf.
You don't need to be scared.
I'll protect you.
Janeway to crew.
Do you read me? We hear you, Janeway.
Is the ship okay? The "Protostar" landed safely, 10 kilometers away from your current position.
I'm activating a beacon that will lead you to the ship.
Diagnostics show minor damage.
Computer, aft view on screen.
This ship is about to be the planet's main course.
I'll hold off these vines as best I can, but I suggest you get here on the double.
Copy that, Janeway.
Dal out.
- Everyone, to the Runaway.
- Uh, about that Aw you gotta be kidding me! The planet seems to have given up luring us to stay and has resorted to more direct methods.
10 kilometers just got a whole lot further.
Then we'd better get a move on, 'cause if this planet eats our ship, we're next.
- What about her? - She's the reason we're in this mess.
Don't let her slow us down.
I can look after myself.
The "Protostar" is beyond those hills.
- I'm freezing.
- "It's safe to breathe, Jankom Pog.
You won't need that suit, Jankom Pog.
" Who's laughing and breathing now, nice and toasty on Murder Planet? - Pffft! - Ooh! Since we found this planet first, do we get to name it? Can we call it Larry? I vote we call it "Let's not visit M-Class planets again.
" Technically, it's not a planet, but a sentient life form.
Perhaps I could ask its name.
No, it just wants to eat us.
- Murder Planet it is.
- Aw.
I really liked Larry.
- Shh.
Quiet.
- Excuse me.
No one's talking to you.
No.
Listen.
Hmm.
Uh - Oh, a sound Jankom does not like.
- It's just the wind.
But I don't feel any wind.
Oh, no.
Where did the hills go? Hmm.
Must have gotten turned around.
Ah, this way.
- Computer, close shuttle bay doors.
- Acknowledge.
Warning.
Primary and secondary power offline.
Emergency reserves at 80%.
Pesky vines are wrapping into the plasma coils.
No crew.
No weapons.
Just access to non-essential systems.
Think.
What would the real Janeway do? She would clean house.
Computer, activate photonic ship scrubbers, full disinfection mode.
That ought to do the trick.
Now what? Warning.
Power reserves at 50%.
Computer, display all active systems of the "Protostar.
" Something's using a lot of power.
Ah, here's the culprit.
Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment.
Why don't I have any record of this system? - Computer, shut it down.
- Access denied.
The Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment is a high-priority system requiring command-level authorization.
- Not even from a former captain? - Negative.
Well, if we're playing hardball, shut down food replicators, and we'll go from there.
Oh! - Ugh.
Are we there yet? - The ship is 10 kilometers away.
You said 10 kilometers 10 kilometers ago! Oh uh Whoa! Did you see that? The hills moved.
- Pfft! Hills don't move.
- They do here.
The planet has been terraforming around us.
- It's trying to scare us? - No.
Terraforming.
It means the planet is changing.
Usually to become more habitable.
But in this case, it's sending us in circles.
Oh, boy.
Who's there? What's that? I don't know how to feel in this moment, but I'm happy to help.
If the planet can make our dreams come true, - what about our nightmares? - Whoa! A Watcher! Oh, good you're seeing what Jankom's seeing.
Fire phasers! How do I turn this on? - Do I just point it now? - Ah - Would you give me that? - I would have hit it eventually.
Phasers aren't working! What are you doing? This isn't the time for arts and crafts.
Jankom! Gwyn, what are you doing? Uhh Ha ha! Great idea, Gwyn.
Terrible idea, Gwyn! What do we do now? We jump.
Aah Jankom, you win.
Murder Planet is a pretty fitting name for this place.
And it hasn't murdered us yet.
Yeah.
If it weren't for you, we'd be goners.
Jankom Pog never doubted Gwyn.
The Diviner's daughter is an excellent shot.
We owe you one.
Hang on a sec.
If it weren't for Gwyn, we'd still have our ship.
Ow! Oh, my.
Acid rain.
A novel means for the planet's digestion.
- Perhaps we should - Find cover! Will that work? Not as good as sleeper ship stew, but these Klingon rations are still better than eating mud.
Oh, Jankom Pog didn't realize how much he missed home till he got here.
When all of those cute little fuzzy creatures surrounded me, they weren't afraid of how I looked.
I wanted it to be real.
But it wasn't.
At first I was confused why our engine's device was at the center of the maze.
But after hearing about all your experiences, I now understand this place was using my obsession to answer that riddle in hope - to keep me here forever.
- Dal, you never told us what you saw.
He wanted to see his family, - but he didn't know who they were.
- Huh.
Here.
I'm not hungry.
It's not that bad.
It's called a Mek'leth.
It's a Klingon weapon.
If warriors didn't make it off this planet, it doesn't bode well for us.
You know, for the record, I don't care about my parents.
I didn't say you did.
All my life, people ask me what species I am.
As if, if I give it a name, they'd treat me differently.
Usually, I make something up 'cause, really, who would know? But just once, instead of being asked, I just wish someone out there could tell me.
You want something that no one can give you.
And I want something I may never get.
So that thing you, like, control it with your mind? - Cool.
- An heirloom.
The only thing my father ever gave me.
Who uses an unfinished escape shuttle to jump out of a moving starship? Thought I was the one who didn't think ahead.
I can't believe there are so many stars.
See that cluster in the line of stars to the left, it looks like Like a constipation.
Constellation.
Constipation is what we'll both have after eating Jankom's stew.
Aww, and there's one less star for us to look at.
Least the others are staying put.
- What is it? - Stars can't move.
The stars are fixed points.
We can follow them right to the ship.
We've gotta tell the others.
The coordinates your Progeny provided have led us to this M-Class planet.
Systems detect the "Protostar.
" Take us into orbit.
Beam us down at once.
Captain's log ahem supplemental.
Even though this planet tried to trip us up, we've almost reached the "Protostar" by following the stars, which was my brilliant idea with a little assist.
The "Protostar" is just through these woods.
Yeah.
Come on, let's keep moving.
- Is that - Oh, no.
Murder Planet.
You got us again.
Which one of you guys thought up this idiot? Never mind.
He's real! Well done, young Progeny.
- You led us right to them.
- You knew they were coming.
Step away from the fugitives.
You don't have to hurt them.
The ship is close.
We can leave them here.
Step aside, young Progeny.
I will not warn you again.
Then you'll have to shoot me.
Go! I'll only slow you down.
What? No! Split up.
He can't chase us all.
What part of split up don't you understand? Oh, boy.
That was good thinking, kid.
Now, let's get back to the ship.
- What about Gwyn? - She did save us.
We wouldn't need saving if she hadn't given us up.
She made her choice.
My Diviner.
Salvation.
Diviner.
Help! My Progeny.
Please! - Please! - I'm sorry.
Father! Father! - Lifeforms detected nearby.
- About time.
Okay.
Let's get the ship ready for takeoff.
Preparing for immediate departure.
It's not real.
It's not real.
Go, go, go! I'm already proceeding in a rapid forward motion.
- I cannot do it in triplicate.
- Where's Gwyn? - Lower.
- I can't go any lower.
I can't reach her.
Yes! Up, up! - You came back for me.
- We owed you one.
Your Progeny betrayed us.
Get us out of here.
Maximum warp.
I suggest you set a course.
- To where? - As far away as possible.
- Setting course.
- Warp engine engaged.
It's good to have the entire crew safely aboard.
He chose the ship.
You're with us now.
He can't hurt you anymore.
That's not actually factual.
Something's locked onto our warp signature and is gaining fast.
Can we go any faster? Jankom Pog would, if he could, but something called the Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment - is gobbling up the rest of the juice.
- "Protostar" containment.
That giant ship is locked onto us with a tractor beam.
We need outta here disable the "Protostar" Containment.
Stop.
The "Protostar" isn't just the name of the ship.
The engine is a protostar! Whoa, whoa, whoa! So we're carrying around - a baby star inside the ship? - Baby star? Which means our warp drive has one heck of a kick.
I hate to interrupt the science lesson, - but we're being hailed.
- On screen.
My Progeny, you're alive.
- You chose the ship.
- I had no choice.
Time's running out.
If you want to save your friends, surrender the ship.
You're going to do the right thing aren't you, Gwyn? You're right.
I am.
Computer, engage protostar.
Progeny Something's happening.
Engaging Proto-Warp in three - Gwyn Gwyn! - Two.
You made your choice, Father.
Now I've made mine.
- One.
- Gwyn, stop.
Engaged.
They engaged the protostar.
Can you track them? - They are no longer on our maps.
- She's gone.
- A compound fracture specifically.
I mean the ship.
You tried to steal our ship.
You mean the one you stole first? - She makes a good argument.
- Oh, really? Now, you're taking her side? At least she saved Murf.
It's okay, Murf.
You don't need to be scared.
I'll protect you.
Janeway to crew.
Do you read me? We hear you, Janeway.
Is the ship okay? The "Protostar" landed safely, 10 kilometers away from your current position.
I'm activating a beacon that will lead you to the ship.
Diagnostics show minor damage.
Computer, aft view on screen.
This ship is about to be the planet's main course.
I'll hold off these vines as best I can, but I suggest you get here on the double.
Copy that, Janeway.
Dal out.
- Everyone, to the Runaway.
- Uh, about that Aw you gotta be kidding me! The planet seems to have given up luring us to stay and has resorted to more direct methods.
10 kilometers just got a whole lot further.
Then we'd better get a move on, 'cause if this planet eats our ship, we're next.
- What about her? - She's the reason we're in this mess.
Don't let her slow us down.
I can look after myself.
The "Protostar" is beyond those hills.
- I'm freezing.
- "It's safe to breathe, Jankom Pog.
You won't need that suit, Jankom Pog.
" Who's laughing and breathing now, nice and toasty on Murder Planet? - Pffft! - Ooh! Since we found this planet first, do we get to name it? Can we call it Larry? I vote we call it "Let's not visit M-Class planets again.
" Technically, it's not a planet, but a sentient life form.
Perhaps I could ask its name.
No, it just wants to eat us.
- Murder Planet it is.
- Aw.
I really liked Larry.
- Shh.
Quiet.
- Excuse me.
No one's talking to you.
No.
Listen.
Hmm.
Uh - Oh, a sound Jankom does not like.
- It's just the wind.
But I don't feel any wind.
Oh, no.
Where did the hills go? Hmm.
Must have gotten turned around.
Ah, this way.
- Computer, close shuttle bay doors.
- Acknowledge.
Warning.
Primary and secondary power offline.
Emergency reserves at 80%.
Pesky vines are wrapping into the plasma coils.
No crew.
No weapons.
Just access to non-essential systems.
Think.
What would the real Janeway do? She would clean house.
Computer, activate photonic ship scrubbers, full disinfection mode.
That ought to do the trick.
Now what? Warning.
Power reserves at 50%.
Computer, display all active systems of the "Protostar.
" Something's using a lot of power.
Ah, here's the culprit.
Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment.
Why don't I have any record of this system? - Computer, shut it down.
- Access denied.
The Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment is a high-priority system requiring command-level authorization.
- Not even from a former captain? - Negative.
Well, if we're playing hardball, shut down food replicators, and we'll go from there.
Oh! - Ugh.
Are we there yet? - The ship is 10 kilometers away.
You said 10 kilometers 10 kilometers ago! Oh uh Whoa! Did you see that? The hills moved.
- Pfft! Hills don't move.
- They do here.
The planet has been terraforming around us.
- It's trying to scare us? - No.
Terraforming.
It means the planet is changing.
Usually to become more habitable.
But in this case, it's sending us in circles.
Oh, boy.
Who's there? What's that? I don't know how to feel in this moment, but I'm happy to help.
If the planet can make our dreams come true, - what about our nightmares? - Whoa! A Watcher! Oh, good you're seeing what Jankom's seeing.
Fire phasers! How do I turn this on? - Do I just point it now? - Ah - Would you give me that? - I would have hit it eventually.
Phasers aren't working! What are you doing? This isn't the time for arts and crafts.
Jankom! Gwyn, what are you doing? Uhh Ha ha! Great idea, Gwyn.
Terrible idea, Gwyn! What do we do now? We jump.
Aah Jankom, you win.
Murder Planet is a pretty fitting name for this place.
And it hasn't murdered us yet.
Yeah.
If it weren't for you, we'd be goners.
Jankom Pog never doubted Gwyn.
The Diviner's daughter is an excellent shot.
We owe you one.
Hang on a sec.
If it weren't for Gwyn, we'd still have our ship.
Ow! Oh, my.
Acid rain.
A novel means for the planet's digestion.
- Perhaps we should - Find cover! Will that work? Not as good as sleeper ship stew, but these Klingon rations are still better than eating mud.
Oh, Jankom Pog didn't realize how much he missed home till he got here.
When all of those cute little fuzzy creatures surrounded me, they weren't afraid of how I looked.
I wanted it to be real.
But it wasn't.
At first I was confused why our engine's device was at the center of the maze.
But after hearing about all your experiences, I now understand this place was using my obsession to answer that riddle in hope - to keep me here forever.
- Dal, you never told us what you saw.
He wanted to see his family, - but he didn't know who they were.
- Huh.
Here.
I'm not hungry.
It's not that bad.
It's called a Mek'leth.
It's a Klingon weapon.
If warriors didn't make it off this planet, it doesn't bode well for us.
You know, for the record, I don't care about my parents.
I didn't say you did.
All my life, people ask me what species I am.
As if, if I give it a name, they'd treat me differently.
Usually, I make something up 'cause, really, who would know? But just once, instead of being asked, I just wish someone out there could tell me.
You want something that no one can give you.
And I want something I may never get.
So that thing you, like, control it with your mind? - Cool.
- An heirloom.
The only thing my father ever gave me.
Who uses an unfinished escape shuttle to jump out of a moving starship? Thought I was the one who didn't think ahead.
I can't believe there are so many stars.
See that cluster in the line of stars to the left, it looks like Like a constipation.
Constellation.
Constipation is what we'll both have after eating Jankom's stew.
Aww, and there's one less star for us to look at.
Least the others are staying put.
- What is it? - Stars can't move.
The stars are fixed points.
We can follow them right to the ship.
We've gotta tell the others.
The coordinates your Progeny provided have led us to this M-Class planet.
Systems detect the "Protostar.
" Take us into orbit.
Beam us down at once.
Captain's log ahem supplemental.
Even though this planet tried to trip us up, we've almost reached the "Protostar" by following the stars, which was my brilliant idea with a little assist.
The "Protostar" is just through these woods.
Yeah.
Come on, let's keep moving.
- Is that - Oh, no.
Murder Planet.
You got us again.
Which one of you guys thought up this idiot? Never mind.
He's real! Well done, young Progeny.
- You led us right to them.
- You knew they were coming.
Step away from the fugitives.
You don't have to hurt them.
The ship is close.
We can leave them here.
Step aside, young Progeny.
I will not warn you again.
Then you'll have to shoot me.
Go! I'll only slow you down.
What? No! Split up.
He can't chase us all.
What part of split up don't you understand? Oh, boy.
That was good thinking, kid.
Now, let's get back to the ship.
- What about Gwyn? - She did save us.
We wouldn't need saving if she hadn't given us up.
She made her choice.
My Diviner.
Salvation.
Diviner.
Help! My Progeny.
Please! - Please! - I'm sorry.
Father! Father! - Lifeforms detected nearby.
- About time.
Okay.
Let's get the ship ready for takeoff.
Preparing for immediate departure.
It's not real.
It's not real.
Go, go, go! I'm already proceeding in a rapid forward motion.
- I cannot do it in triplicate.
- Where's Gwyn? - Lower.
- I can't go any lower.
I can't reach her.
Yes! Up, up! - You came back for me.
- We owed you one.
Your Progeny betrayed us.
Get us out of here.
Maximum warp.
I suggest you set a course.
- To where? - As far away as possible.
- Setting course.
- Warp engine engaged.
It's good to have the entire crew safely aboard.
He chose the ship.
You're with us now.
He can't hurt you anymore.
That's not actually factual.
Something's locked onto our warp signature and is gaining fast.
Can we go any faster? Jankom Pog would, if he could, but something called the Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment - is gobbling up the rest of the juice.
- "Protostar" containment.
That giant ship is locked onto us with a tractor beam.
We need outta here disable the "Protostar" Containment.
Stop.
The "Protostar" isn't just the name of the ship.
The engine is a protostar! Whoa, whoa, whoa! So we're carrying around - a baby star inside the ship? - Baby star? Which means our warp drive has one heck of a kick.
I hate to interrupt the science lesson, - but we're being hailed.
- On screen.
My Progeny, you're alive.
- You chose the ship.
- I had no choice.
Time's running out.
If you want to save your friends, surrender the ship.
You're going to do the right thing aren't you, Gwyn? You're right.
I am.
Computer, engage protostar.
Progeny Something's happening.
Engaging Proto-Warp in three - Gwyn Gwyn! - Two.
You made your choice, Father.
Now I've made mine.
- One.
- Gwyn, stop.
Engaged.
They engaged the protostar.
Can you track them? - They are no longer on our maps.
- She's gone.