Star Trek: Prodigy (2021) s01e18 Episode Script

- Oh, no.
- Oh, dear.
- Someone turn us around!
- We can't! We're locked out!
Their Construct's
taken over the ship.
It used me.
I I had no control!
The Construct made me
try to stop you.
I I didn't know!
We can deal
with Janeway later.
Right now, we have
a bigger problem
- that's only getting bigger.
- I can't be here.
If I don't know
what you're doing,
I can't sabotage you anymore.
Janeway, don't leave!
- The "Dauntless" is hailing us!
- Uh, do not answer that call!
The weapon won't go off
if we don't connect.
- Unless they board us.
- We can't let them take this ship.
We're not just locked out.
Our warp drive's powering up!
Our ship is trying to run away!
Red alert.
Admiral Janeway,
report to the bridge.
The admiral isn't answering
her combadge, Commander.
Where is she?
I need her here now!
I advise getting rid of the admiral
- by throwing her out of an airlock.
- An admiral's absence
would certainly bring
unwanted attention.
She'll be out for a few hours.
I'll move her combadge
to her quarters
and say she asked
not to be disturbed.
Drednok, find a way to erase
all data of this event.
We will complete the mission.
Follow that ship.
Maximum warp!
- Can we get any closer?
- I could close the gap
if we reroute power from
the quantum slip stream.
Then we can merge
our warp fields
and lock onto their course.
If they engage
their Proto-Warp engine,
- we'll be torn apart!
- Their Proto-Drive is offline.
Commander, the admiral doesn't
want us to lose that ship.
Asencia's right.
Merge warp bubbles
so they can't escape.
How interesting!
The "Dauntless" has merged
their warp bubble into ours.
Well, at least they
aren't shooting at us oh!
Aah! Ooh!
And now they're shooting at us.
They're trying to take out
our shields to board us.
Ugh, if we could
just talk to them!
Opening comms will infect their ship.
We must find another way.
What if we reconfigure
the deflector
to emit a phased tachyon
pulse to communicate the
Yeah, sure! Why not?
Beep, boop! Beep, boop!
Jankom doesn't know
how to do that.
- Aw.
- Zero, you're a telepath.
Can you reach the admiral
at this distance?
If I had my hive mind, perhaps,
but my telepathy alone
- isn't strong enough.
- Dal could be your hive mind!
He read Okona's thoughts,
remember?
- Huh.
- She's right!
Dal's genes have telepathic DNA.
If we work together,
we could reach the
Great!
I love trying new things,
but let's do it fast.
What do I do?
Close your eyes
and reach out with your mind.
You must relax!
Oh, sure.
No problem.
Just relax.
Imagine yourself
crossing the void of space
to the admiral's ship.
Follow my voice.
Follow my mind.
Focus on Admiral Janeway.
Make contact with her.
Contact
Aah!
What is this thing?
What's going on?
What's wrong with my voice?
- Uh, well
- I know you.
You're Gwyn, and Zero,
and Rok-Tahk.
Wait, how did I get on
to the "Protostar"?
- You're not making any sense.
- Uh
Did you reach the admiral or not?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He didn't read her mind!
He lost his mind!
- Indeed. This is not Dal.
- Of course not!
I'm Admiral Janeway.
- Huh?
- What?
Uh, there's got to be
a scientific explanation.
I don't know.
When we established a
telepathic link to the admiral,
Dal's neural patterns have
somehow swapped with hers.
Impossible.
If the admiral's mind
is in Dal's body,
then Dal must be
uh-oh.
Hello?
Why does my voice sound weird?
Oh! Aah!
I must have blacked out!
Oh, I'm dreaming!
Just just
just gotta wake up.
Ouch!
Super not dreaming.
All right, all right, all right.
I just need to relax.
Uh, psst, Zero!
Can you hear me, Z?
Mm.
- Admiral, there you are.
- Hello
Starfleet person.
I am the admiral obviously.
Thank you for your service
during
Ah, red alert.
Hmm
Zero, come in!
Please!
Commander, I found the admiral.
- Beam her to the bridge at once.
- No, let's not!
Wait
Admiral Janeway.
You're here.
Yes, I am.
Nice to see ya.
Admiral.
I'm Admiral Janeway.
I can do this.
Oh!
A few more phaser volleys
should knock out their shields.
Whoa! Stop firing!
Uh, cease! Quit it!
- But Admiral, those were your orders.
- I changed my mind.
Not in a weird way,
but a totally normal way.
- I can change my mind.
- Uh, understood.
- We'll end our pursuit.
- Wait, don't do that either!
I don't want
to lose my body
of work that is the "Protostar."
So you do want
to board their ship?
I mean, let's see
where they're going first.
- Then, pew pew pew?
- You heard the admiral.
As your doctor, I order you
to drink this coffee.
Get it together!
Ugh!
How does she drink this stuff?
This is why you haven't
answered our hails.
- To protect us.
- All we want is to return the ship.
Hmm
When I was a cadet,
I learned that a good officer
keeps an open mind.
I made quite a few assumptions
about you,
- and they were all wrong.
- Does that mean you'll help us?
Yes, but the only way I can help
is if I return to my ship and body.
So how do we fix this?
Ideas?
Dal's human genome
has been spliced
with 26 different species.
Rok and I believe his
telepathic link was hijacked
by another gene
in his augmented DNA.
- Dal's an augment?
- Zero and me think
that Dal's Organian DNA
caused the body swap.
I'm in Dal's body
with his DNA,
which means I should be able
to reverse the mind swap.
- But how?
- Follow my voice.
Follow my mind.
- Dal?
- Sorry.
- Still the admiral.
- Oh, dear.
There must be another variable
we haven't accounted for.
We need to find it, fast.
You wanted to speak to me, Admiral?
- Sorry. What's your name again?
- Asencia.
- Ensign Asencia.
- Is there any way to call them
- without using comms?
- You don't remember our discussion?
- Hmm
- We can't contact them
unless they answer a hail
or we go aboard.
Ah, right.
That was a test! Good work!
Admiral, my medical scan picked up
faint cellular damage
in your cerebral cortex.
Your brainwaves
What?
Oh, that's crazy!
My my brains are fine.
I'm just busy thinking
real hard, that's all.
- Yes. I I'd like to run more tests.
- Yeah, yeah yeah,
after I take a nap.
You can run
all the tests you want
when I feel like myself again.
You, antennas, you're in charge.
Everyone else, keep
doing an awesome job.
Teamwork makes the dream work!
Sir, I've mapped
the "Protostar's" course
heading to a restricted sector
near Gamma Serpentis.
That puts them
awfully close to the heart
- of Federation space.
- If there's a weapon on their ship,
can we really stop them alone?
I'll notify Starfleet Command
and request
all ships to that vector.
Whoever locked these controls
must know the ship inside
and out.
They told me what you did.
I'd be hard on you,
but I already know
how hard you are on yourself.
After what I did, Dal,
deactivating felt like
the easy way out.
Sounds like something I'd do.
It's me, Vice Admiral Janeway.
Just in Dal's body.
- I wish I could explain.
- Prove it.
Remember what Dad said
when I spilled Phoebe's paints
on the floor
but blamed it on the dog?
Come on, Kate.
Make something great
out of that mess.
It's really you!
I mean, me! How?
Dal tried to use telepathy
to contact me,
but we swapped neural patterns.
Sounds like something
Dal would do.
The crew's working on a fix.
In the meantime, maybe
you and I can stop
that thing before we reach
wherever we're going.
The Construct has full control.
We can't restore access
without authorization.
Admiral-level security clearance
won't let me restore control
of this ship,
but I can restore you.
Since you're
a nonessential program,
we can purge
the Construct's influence.
I'm rebuilding your corrupted files.
Might sting a bit.
Oh! It's all coming back!
I remember the first
"Protostar" crew led by
Chakotay.
What happened to him?
Mayday! Mayday!
The "Protostar" sustained
heavy damage after passing
through a temporal anomaly.
Captain, send out the warning.
We're being boarded.
- Is he are they?
- I don't know.
- Admiral Da I mean, Admir-Dal?
- Yes, Rok? What is it?
- We found a way to get you back!
- Glad to hear it.
I'm on my way.
Coming?
Yeah. Let's make something
great out of this mess.
Before they were non-corporeal,
ancient Organians
would transfer consciousness
into other bodies
through physical touch.
- But Dal and I weren't touching.
- Except you sort of were.
When the "Dauntless" phasers
hit our ship,
the energy transfer created a link.
So we need to recreate
the conduit to swap them back.
Dal has to fire on the
"Protostar" again.
If we lose shields,
the Diviner takes our ship.
And locked controls means
no beaming or shuttles!
So Dal and the Admiral
need to go
out there.
You mean you want me
to exit a Starship,
go to the middle of a warp bubble,
and make physical contact
with my own body?
Listen, I was once
transformed into a salamander.
Nothing can be as difficult as that.
Let's do it.
- Hmm.
- Hey, look. Murf spotted something.
It's Dal!
But what is he doing?
He's getting our attention!
He's using Morse code.
S-O-S.
Oh, we could use it
to tell him our plan!
Uh, Jankom is pretty sure those are
- the only letters Dal learned.
- I have an idea.
It's a little game from
my planet called "Charades."
Ooh! A game!
They need to stop moving around!
It's a message!
You two are dancing.
Oh, this is going to haunt me.
Wait!
You want me to fly outside?
Leave the ship
and go out there?
We uh, high five.
No! Touch.
Touch hands!
Ugh! Leave the ship,
touch hands, swap bodies.
Oh, that's it!
Yes!
Admiral, what are you doing?
Oh, just keeping the old body
in tip top shape, you know?
- Ah!
- Admiral, let's get you to sickbay.
Admiral coming through!
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Don't you know who I am?
- No. No, we do not.
Snug as a bug, Admir-Dal.
You're going to make a great
- science officer someday.
- Mm!
Thanks for giving us a chance.
If we're lucky enough
to get in to Starfleet,
maybe we'll see you around.
I know Dal would love it
more than anyone.
- What is it?
- Ugh. Gwyn, Dal's an augment.
Starfleet outlawed augments
after the Eugenics Wars.
He'll never be allowed in.
Shouldn't Dal be floating
in space towards us
right about now?
- They said it was for your safety.
- Diviner?
It was only a matter of time
before you learned who I was.
You must think
I'm a monster, Admiral.
For most of my life, Starfleet
has been my sworn enemy.
The villains
who destroyed my world.
Your kindness was unexpected,
but I have a mission to complete.
The Federation's destruction
will bring my people salvation,
which is why I must do this.
I save your life
as you saved mine.
And I have one request.
Should my mission fail,
please protect my daughter.
You know, I get it.
I'd do anything for Gwyn too.
She was acting so strangely.
Ugh!
I'm at the wrong end of the ship.
Well, there's no going back.
Um, the Admiral's on the hull.
- Beam her back!
- We can't!
The merged warp field's causing
too much spatial distortion.
Well, then get me some
options before she burns alive.
- Aye, Commander.
- Ha! She's endangering the lives
of everyone aboard this ship.
Here goes nothing.
Relax, relax, relax,
relax, relax, relax, relax.
Ugh! Oh!
No, Dal!
Jankom, get ready to short the
aft shields for just a few seconds.
You got it.
Let's hope they don't notice.
- You're up, Admiral.
- Try not to look down.
- Or to the side. Or up. Or
- I've got it.
- Not my first rodeo.
- What's a rodeo?
When I get back,
I'm going to fix this.
And I'll make sure
you all get a fair shake
once we're out of this mess.
Admiral, thanks for the memories.
Murf. Let's go.
Help!
I'm being tractor beamed!
Murph, stretch as far as you can.
I need to create a conduit.
Oh!
Uh-uh, uh-uh! Uh-uh!
Might sting a bit.
Oh, Murfy!
You wonderful, slimy thing!
Ah, am I glad to see you, bud.
Ha-ha!
Don't need to be a telepath
to know that's Dal.
- Good to have you back, Dal.
- Ha, you have no idea.
Uh-oh.
We're dropping out of warp.
But where have we landed?
- Uh, guys?
- Federation space.
And that's one heck of a welcome party.
- I'm glad the admiral's on our side.
- Yeah. About that
Ugh!
I was right.
Stings quite a bit.
Oh, no.