Star Trek: Prodigy (2021) s01e11 Episode Script
Asylum
1
Ahh!
Ahh!
- Ah!
- We gotta stick to the Prime Directive.
The poachers can't know
we're here saving this thing.
This thing is an Aquathawn.
And one of the last
of her kind.
If only they knew
their ecosystem depended on it,
they'd lower their weapons.
- They're getting awfully close.
- I see them.
Remind Jankom why we agreed
to be fish bait.
Let me put it this way.
When we finally roll into Starfleet,
would you rather be known
as those kids
who stole that starship,
or the kids who stupidly tried
to make up for it?
Ahh!
Gwyn!
We can't go that way!
We can't go.
We can't go.
- We can't go!
- It is a weapon.
- What's wrong with her?
- Where are you going?
Ahh!
You know, Jankom swore he'd
never be eaten alive again.
Zero, little help!
Ooh, ah!
Hi, guys.
What you doing in there?
Ah!
They almost broke
the Prime Directive.
We're happy to be back too,
Janeway.
We're approaching safe
waters for her relocation.
Oh, boy, something else
is about to relocate.
Here comes the chum!
What happened down there?
Was it another one of your visions?
I saw my father.
It didn't make any sense.
- He said, "It is a weapon."
- A weapon? Like me.
It wasn't your fault.
You saved me.
I will not rest
until your memories return.
Guys, guys, guys!
She has babies!
Then let's get momma home.
Captain's Log 61209.5.
It's been weeks since leaving
Tars Lamora for good.
Saving the unwanted
from the Diviner
is something
we'll always remember.
Except Gwyn.
After catching a reflection
of Zero's true form,
her memories are still a blur.
Since then, we've been
racking up good deeds,
hoping Starfleet will look
past the fact
that we kinda
stole their ship.
And who knows?
If they're as great as Janeway
makes them out to be,
maybe they'll accept
a bunch of kids
who don't know
where they're going,
which would be good to know,
since we're just now
approaching the closest
Federation Comm Relay station
in hopes they'll take us in.
So that Relay station is part
of the Federation.
Rolling up in a stolen starship.
Not the best first impression.
Either they like us,
or this will get real awkward.
Suddenly, that dream
of finding a place
where we all can be accepted
is actually becoming real.
Even I'm starting to believe.
Ah, it's too tight.
It's not too tight.
You're just not holding still.
There, now you look like
Starfleet material.
- They're gonna see right through me.
- Let them.
Because that's how you
show them who you truly are.
And if they don't like
who I am?
Sometimes, the hardest thing
is to take a leap of faith.
Well, this is a new experience
for a hologram.
Is everyone ready?
Maybe this was a bad idea?
We just have to put
our best foot forward.
Starfleet, here we come.
- Whoa.
- Oh.
- Hello? Anybody home?
- New refugees reporting for duty.
- Nice consoles
- Hello?
But where is everyone?
I thought there'd be
more people, or any people.
Apologies for my tardiness.
Typically,
when someone from Starfleet
pays a visit to little old me,
I get a heads up.
Don't get many of you
all the way out here.
Forgive me.
I am Lieutenant Junior Grade
Barniss Frex,
and welcome to CR-721,
the Federation's
furthest comm relay outpost,
or what I like to call
The Final Frontier.
Strange, usually,
that's a guaranteed winner
for my fellow
Starfleet compatriots.
There's something we need to say.
Oh, dear, are they
sending me somewhere worse?
Where am I going this time?
Gamma Quadrant?
Oh, not Nimbus Three.
- We're not Starfleet.
- Not Starfleet?
Then I suppose they just handed
you kiddos uniforms
and tossed in a free starship.
- We actually stole it.
- B-B-Borrowed it.
Hmm, borrowed it.
To escape a place
where we were held prisoner.
- We did a lot of good deeds.
- We're practically heroes.
And we came here to return
the ship and ask for asylum.
We wanna join Starfleet!
You are throwing
quite a bit at me here.
But it sounds like you've come
to the right place.
Starfleet welcomes all kinds.
Let's start with getting you
checked into our database.
If each of you will just walk
under our biometric scanner.
- Biometric scanner?
- Yep, just need a simple DNA scan
for the entrance paperwork.
First!
Not the worst.
Tellarite.
Wouldn't wanna argue with you.
Your species is one of the
Federation founding members.
Oh-ho-ho, whoa,
whoa, wait.
- "Founding members," you say?
- Ah, boy, here we go.
You all hear that?
Jankom Pog is royalty.
Oh, oh, oh, me, me, me!
Do me, do me!
Oh, Brikar.
I take it you wanna grow up
and be a rock star.
- I wanna be a scientist.
- Thank you for sharing.
And what type of science
is your specialty?
I don't know.
There's more than one?
- You won't find me in your system.
- I wouldn't be so sure.
We have an extensive
unregistered species.
- Told ya.
- That was fast.
I'd rather not do the paperwork,
so we'll just list you
as none of the above. Next?
Well, I'll be a horta's uncle.
- A Mellanoid slime worm!
- Oh, a slime worm!
I am a Medusan.
If you were to lay eyes on me
Yeah, yeah, we'd all go mad.
Too late for me,
being cooped up here.
And now, hold on, colorful fella.
Let me guess.
Sakari.
No, Talaxian.
No, no, yeah, Talaxian.
Go ahead and guess all you want.
Your scanner
isn't gonna find anything.
If I had a credit
for every time someone
- thought they could tell me
- Yep, got a hit.
- It knows what I am?
- Strange, never seen this.
- Oh. Report to Starfleet Command.
- What?
What?
What does that mean?
Don't know, if you want answers,
you have to report
to Starfleet Command, I guess.
- Sounds mighty important.
- They know what you are.
Oh.
Starfleet does have the answer.
Well, it looks like
I won't be the only one
who needs time to process
all this information.
While I finish checking you in,
please, make use of everything
our fully automated comm station
has to offer,
and enjoy The Final Frontier.
Why does he keep saying that?
Captain Janeway.
Sorry, Vice Admiral.
Still getting used
to your promotion.
Likewise, Captian Chakotay.
After everything
we went through,
you're really going back
to the Delta Quadrant?
This time, the Protostar
will get me home
in a fraction of the time,
and I won't be alone.
I'll have your hologram
there to advise me.
I told Starfleet
that was the only way
they'd get me back out there.
Be careful, it's still
a long way from home.
If I run into any trouble,
you'll be the first one I call.
Freeze program.
- Why didn't you call?
- Sorry to interrupt.
What did you find,
Commander Tysess?
Ensign Asencia tracked
the Protostar's warp signature
to a planetoid
in the Carina nebula.
Good news at last.
Tell Asencia to set a course.
If you're out there, Chakotay,
I'll find you.
Hey, Murf! Look at this.
How many sciences are there?
There are currently
196 branches of science.
Is there one you would like
to know more about?
I've got my work
cut out for me.
I have confidence
this may aid your recovery.
It should be a quick
and simple procedure.
So this might unlock
my memories?
This sickbay is far superior
to ours. It can't hurt.
If you are afraid
I will hurt you, then
No, I've just been afraid to ask.
- My father.
- Ah.
No one ever told me
what happened to him.
All I will say is,
"He cannot hurt you anymore."
- Gwyn.
- No.
I want to remember.♪
♪
You know, on planet "Earf,"
they call this
cylindrical meat a hot dog.
Food fit for a king.
All this time,
Starfleet knows what I am.
- And I'm going there.
- Correction.
You're going with me. Ha-ha.
Tellarites got sway.
Okay, let's uplink
and download your ship logs
and make sure everything checks out.
It is a weapon.
What kind of starship is this?
I know, Murf.
Something's wrong.
Ah!
- What's gotten into it?
- All you can eat!
Strange.
Systems aren't responding.
Rest there.
I will return shortly.
- Zero!
- Gwyn.
- Computer, open door.
- Access denied.
Oh, everyone to Sickbay!
Where is Sickbay?
It is a weapon.
Hang on!
It's taking too long!
Ah!
Breathe, breathe.
Captain, CR-721 is going haywire.
What's happening in there?
Other than this place
trying to kill us, no clue!
Get back to the ship now!
What did you do to my station?
- I trusted you.
- You think we did this?
Oh, everything was fine
until you arrived.
- Our ship!
- Ahh!
Oh, no.
Janeway, beam us out of here.
Negative, transport
emitter's been damaged.
Transporter is offline.
The weapons on the station
are turning against it.
Listen to me carefully.
Find the closest escape pod
and get out of there.
Tactical retreat!
Wait!
You can't leave us here.
Sorry.
No room for saboteurs.
- He took the only escape pod!
- There's no way off.
- There must be a way.
- Oh, boy.
Sometimes, the hardest thing
is to take a leap of faith.
You want us to jump?
I do not think
that option is logically sound.
In outer space, there is no sound.
Your rebuttal is correct
but nonsense.
Janeway,
get the Shuttlebay open.
- We're coming to you.
- We're What?
- We're jumping?
- Oh, don't worry.
If we miss the ship,
we won't die,
we'll just float forever
in the infinity of space
- until we run out of air.
- We get it!
Then we must
not miss our mark.
- Here we go.
- Ah!
- This is it.
- Nope, push the button.
Let's go back down
and come up with a new plan.
Okay, it's a lot further
than I thought.
We jump from there.
Keep an eye on the Protostar.
Don't look back, kid.
There she is.
- Oh, boy.
- Rok, what do we do now?
Me? You're the captain!
You're our science officer.
So science it!
Well, the Protostar's orbiting
at a different velocity
than the station,
and there's no resistance
in space,
so whatever vector we jump to,
we hit the Protostar.
- Or we float in space forever.
- The math needs to be precise.
- But there's so many variables!
- We'll follow your lead, Rok.
Then we jump in ten wait!
- What if I misjudged the distance?
- Eight.
What if I got
the velocity wrong?
Six, five, four, three,
two, one, now!
Gonna make it.
Gonna make it
- Too fast, too fast!
- Ahh!
Yes!
- We did it. We did it!
- Oh, it's a relief.
- We did it.
- Whoo!
Easier than catching
a space whale.
- The math needed to be precise.
- You got us close enough.
Maybe orbital mechanics
isn't my thing.
I've never seen anything like it.
What would cause a Federation
station to tear itself apart?
It is a weapon.
Well, Starfleet will welcome
its return with open arms,
and it will tear itself apart
from within.
Gwyn? Gwyn.
Gwyn.
Gwyn, look at me.
- What is it?
- I remember everything.
What was the Protostar
doing here?
I'm detecting a lifeform.
Signature is very faint.
Probably why we didn't
detect it from above.
Chakotay!
Gravity's spotty.
This place saw a battle.
Admiral.
He's in some kind of stasis.
- Who is it?
- Whoever he is, he's alive,
and hopefully,
he'll have answers.
Ahh!
Ahh!
- Ah!
- We gotta stick to the Prime Directive.
The poachers can't know
we're here saving this thing.
This thing is an Aquathawn.
And one of the last
of her kind.
If only they knew
their ecosystem depended on it,
they'd lower their weapons.
- They're getting awfully close.
- I see them.
Remind Jankom why we agreed
to be fish bait.
Let me put it this way.
When we finally roll into Starfleet,
would you rather be known
as those kids
who stole that starship,
or the kids who stupidly tried
to make up for it?
Ahh!
Gwyn!
We can't go that way!
We can't go.
We can't go.
- We can't go!
- It is a weapon.
- What's wrong with her?
- Where are you going?
Ahh!
You know, Jankom swore he'd
never be eaten alive again.
Zero, little help!
Ooh, ah!
Hi, guys.
What you doing in there?
Ah!
They almost broke
the Prime Directive.
We're happy to be back too,
Janeway.
We're approaching safe
waters for her relocation.
Oh, boy, something else
is about to relocate.
Here comes the chum!
What happened down there?
Was it another one of your visions?
I saw my father.
It didn't make any sense.
- He said, "It is a weapon."
- A weapon? Like me.
It wasn't your fault.
You saved me.
I will not rest
until your memories return.
Guys, guys, guys!
She has babies!
Then let's get momma home.
Captain's Log 61209.5.
It's been weeks since leaving
Tars Lamora for good.
Saving the unwanted
from the Diviner
is something
we'll always remember.
Except Gwyn.
After catching a reflection
of Zero's true form,
her memories are still a blur.
Since then, we've been
racking up good deeds,
hoping Starfleet will look
past the fact
that we kinda
stole their ship.
And who knows?
If they're as great as Janeway
makes them out to be,
maybe they'll accept
a bunch of kids
who don't know
where they're going,
which would be good to know,
since we're just now
approaching the closest
Federation Comm Relay station
in hopes they'll take us in.
So that Relay station is part
of the Federation.
Rolling up in a stolen starship.
Not the best first impression.
Either they like us,
or this will get real awkward.
Suddenly, that dream
of finding a place
where we all can be accepted
is actually becoming real.
Even I'm starting to believe.
Ah, it's too tight.
It's not too tight.
You're just not holding still.
There, now you look like
Starfleet material.
- They're gonna see right through me.
- Let them.
Because that's how you
show them who you truly are.
And if they don't like
who I am?
Sometimes, the hardest thing
is to take a leap of faith.
Well, this is a new experience
for a hologram.
Is everyone ready?
Maybe this was a bad idea?
We just have to put
our best foot forward.
Starfleet, here we come.
- Whoa.
- Oh.
- Hello? Anybody home?
- New refugees reporting for duty.
- Nice consoles
- Hello?
But where is everyone?
I thought there'd be
more people, or any people.
Apologies for my tardiness.
Typically,
when someone from Starfleet
pays a visit to little old me,
I get a heads up.
Don't get many of you
all the way out here.
Forgive me.
I am Lieutenant Junior Grade
Barniss Frex,
and welcome to CR-721,
the Federation's
furthest comm relay outpost,
or what I like to call
The Final Frontier.
Strange, usually,
that's a guaranteed winner
for my fellow
Starfleet compatriots.
There's something we need to say.
Oh, dear, are they
sending me somewhere worse?
Where am I going this time?
Gamma Quadrant?
Oh, not Nimbus Three.
- We're not Starfleet.
- Not Starfleet?
Then I suppose they just handed
you kiddos uniforms
and tossed in a free starship.
- We actually stole it.
- B-B-Borrowed it.
Hmm, borrowed it.
To escape a place
where we were held prisoner.
- We did a lot of good deeds.
- We're practically heroes.
And we came here to return
the ship and ask for asylum.
We wanna join Starfleet!
You are throwing
quite a bit at me here.
But it sounds like you've come
to the right place.
Starfleet welcomes all kinds.
Let's start with getting you
checked into our database.
If each of you will just walk
under our biometric scanner.
- Biometric scanner?
- Yep, just need a simple DNA scan
for the entrance paperwork.
First!
Not the worst.
Tellarite.
Wouldn't wanna argue with you.
Your species is one of the
Federation founding members.
Oh-ho-ho, whoa,
whoa, wait.
- "Founding members," you say?
- Ah, boy, here we go.
You all hear that?
Jankom Pog is royalty.
Oh, oh, oh, me, me, me!
Do me, do me!
Oh, Brikar.
I take it you wanna grow up
and be a rock star.
- I wanna be a scientist.
- Thank you for sharing.
And what type of science
is your specialty?
I don't know.
There's more than one?
- You won't find me in your system.
- I wouldn't be so sure.
We have an extensive
unregistered species.
- Told ya.
- That was fast.
I'd rather not do the paperwork,
so we'll just list you
as none of the above. Next?
Well, I'll be a horta's uncle.
- A Mellanoid slime worm!
- Oh, a slime worm!
I am a Medusan.
If you were to lay eyes on me
Yeah, yeah, we'd all go mad.
Too late for me,
being cooped up here.
And now, hold on, colorful fella.
Let me guess.
Sakari.
No, Talaxian.
No, no, yeah, Talaxian.
Go ahead and guess all you want.
Your scanner
isn't gonna find anything.
If I had a credit
for every time someone
- thought they could tell me
- Yep, got a hit.
- It knows what I am?
- Strange, never seen this.
- Oh. Report to Starfleet Command.
- What?
What?
What does that mean?
Don't know, if you want answers,
you have to report
to Starfleet Command, I guess.
- Sounds mighty important.
- They know what you are.
Oh.
Starfleet does have the answer.
Well, it looks like
I won't be the only one
who needs time to process
all this information.
While I finish checking you in,
please, make use of everything
our fully automated comm station
has to offer,
and enjoy The Final Frontier.
Why does he keep saying that?
Captain Janeway.
Sorry, Vice Admiral.
Still getting used
to your promotion.
Likewise, Captian Chakotay.
After everything
we went through,
you're really going back
to the Delta Quadrant?
This time, the Protostar
will get me home
in a fraction of the time,
and I won't be alone.
I'll have your hologram
there to advise me.
I told Starfleet
that was the only way
they'd get me back out there.
Be careful, it's still
a long way from home.
If I run into any trouble,
you'll be the first one I call.
Freeze program.
- Why didn't you call?
- Sorry to interrupt.
What did you find,
Commander Tysess?
Ensign Asencia tracked
the Protostar's warp signature
to a planetoid
in the Carina nebula.
Good news at last.
Tell Asencia to set a course.
If you're out there, Chakotay,
I'll find you.
Hey, Murf! Look at this.
How many sciences are there?
There are currently
196 branches of science.
Is there one you would like
to know more about?
I've got my work
cut out for me.
I have confidence
this may aid your recovery.
It should be a quick
and simple procedure.
So this might unlock
my memories?
This sickbay is far superior
to ours. It can't hurt.
If you are afraid
I will hurt you, then
No, I've just been afraid to ask.
- My father.
- Ah.
No one ever told me
what happened to him.
All I will say is,
"He cannot hurt you anymore."
- Gwyn.
- No.
I want to remember.♪
♪
You know, on planet "Earf,"
they call this
cylindrical meat a hot dog.
Food fit for a king.
All this time,
Starfleet knows what I am.
- And I'm going there.
- Correction.
You're going with me. Ha-ha.
Tellarites got sway.
Okay, let's uplink
and download your ship logs
and make sure everything checks out.
It is a weapon.
What kind of starship is this?
I know, Murf.
Something's wrong.
Ah!
- What's gotten into it?
- All you can eat!
Strange.
Systems aren't responding.
Rest there.
I will return shortly.
- Zero!
- Gwyn.
- Computer, open door.
- Access denied.
Oh, everyone to Sickbay!
Where is Sickbay?
It is a weapon.
Hang on!
It's taking too long!
Ah!
Breathe, breathe.
Captain, CR-721 is going haywire.
What's happening in there?
Other than this place
trying to kill us, no clue!
Get back to the ship now!
What did you do to my station?
- I trusted you.
- You think we did this?
Oh, everything was fine
until you arrived.
- Our ship!
- Ahh!
Oh, no.
Janeway, beam us out of here.
Negative, transport
emitter's been damaged.
Transporter is offline.
The weapons on the station
are turning against it.
Listen to me carefully.
Find the closest escape pod
and get out of there.
Tactical retreat!
Wait!
You can't leave us here.
Sorry.
No room for saboteurs.
- He took the only escape pod!
- There's no way off.
- There must be a way.
- Oh, boy.
Sometimes, the hardest thing
is to take a leap of faith.
You want us to jump?
I do not think
that option is logically sound.
In outer space, there is no sound.
Your rebuttal is correct
but nonsense.
Janeway,
get the Shuttlebay open.
- We're coming to you.
- We're What?
- We're jumping?
- Oh, don't worry.
If we miss the ship,
we won't die,
we'll just float forever
in the infinity of space
- until we run out of air.
- We get it!
Then we must
not miss our mark.
- Here we go.
- Ah!
- This is it.
- Nope, push the button.
Let's go back down
and come up with a new plan.
Okay, it's a lot further
than I thought.
We jump from there.
Keep an eye on the Protostar.
Don't look back, kid.
There she is.
- Oh, boy.
- Rok, what do we do now?
Me? You're the captain!
You're our science officer.
So science it!
Well, the Protostar's orbiting
at a different velocity
than the station,
and there's no resistance
in space,
so whatever vector we jump to,
we hit the Protostar.
- Or we float in space forever.
- The math needs to be precise.
- But there's so many variables!
- We'll follow your lead, Rok.
Then we jump in ten wait!
- What if I misjudged the distance?
- Eight.
What if I got
the velocity wrong?
Six, five, four, three,
two, one, now!
Gonna make it.
Gonna make it
- Too fast, too fast!
- Ahh!
Yes!
- We did it. We did it!
- Oh, it's a relief.
- We did it.
- Whoo!
Easier than catching
a space whale.
- The math needed to be precise.
- You got us close enough.
Maybe orbital mechanics
isn't my thing.
I've never seen anything like it.
What would cause a Federation
station to tear itself apart?
It is a weapon.
Well, Starfleet will welcome
its return with open arms,
and it will tear itself apart
from within.
Gwyn? Gwyn.
Gwyn.
Gwyn, look at me.
- What is it?
- I remember everything.
What was the Protostar
doing here?
I'm detecting a lifeform.
Signature is very faint.
Probably why we didn't
detect it from above.
Chakotay!
Gravity's spotty.
This place saw a battle.
Admiral.
He's in some kind of stasis.
- Who is it?
- Whoever he is, he's alive,
and hopefully,
he'll have answers.