Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (2022) s03e04 Episode Script

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Previously on Star
Trek: Strange New Worlds
PIKE: Commander Pelia, this is
Lieutenant Scott. He needs your help.
- I know Scotty.
- Professor.
SPOCK: Is it not tradition
to make a grand romantic gesture,
or have I again mistaken how
human relationships work?
LA'AN: I thought you and
Christine had decided
- to give each other some space.
- SPOCK: Indeed.
- Spock.
- Christine.
This is Dr. Korby.
My date.
♪
Captain, we're picking up
that space radiation again.
Whatever this is
does not appear to be
native to the Blootar Nebula.
This is space, Lieutenant.
There's no such thing as native.
We're all children of the cosmos.
Cap, in the past hour, we
have had 14 more crew members
report to medbay on
account of melancholia.
I have seen this only once before
- in the war.
- Then we'll need a leg up.
But Captain, we're outside
of regulation space.
Don't lecture me on
jurisdiction, Lieutenant!
I wrote the book on
space jurisdiction.
And I am known for my
diction.
Now
get me the Agonyans.
The Agonyans are extremely
dangerous space creatures.
You don't think I know that?!
Make the call, Lieutenant,
for the sake of the
Blootar Nebula and space.
(COMMUNICATION TONES SOUNDING)
Captain, I have the
Agonyans on the space-phone.
On viewer-screen.
Greetings from the USS Adventure.
I am the captain of this vessel,
representing the whole of the
Alliance of Outer Space Planets.
I am Zipnop of the
Triathic Agonyan Empire.
All worship to us, small,
pathetic, human food-piles.
We scanned an unusual level of radiation
in the Blootar Nebula.
Even though this is outside of
your empire's jurisdiction.
ZIPNOP: That is a lie!
Spread by pathetic but delicious humans.
And yet Doctor,
have we not received
multiple cases of melancholia
- aboard this ship?
- We have, Cap.
And doesn't melancholia only occur
when humans are exposed
to Agonyan radiation waves?
- True.
- Check and mate.
Argh! You have figured out our plan.
We may need your brain
cells to power our radiation,
but you will never stop us!
We can, and we will because we must.
It is our duty as space explorers.
- Not if we destroy you first.
- I'd like to see you try.
But Captain, what if they can?
You humans are rich with brain cells.
If you give them to us,
we will choose not to destroy you.
You have one minute
to comply with our wishes.
The Agonyans have put us
in an impossible situation.
There is only one solution.
We can't give them our brain cells.
We need it for many science reasons.
- (WEAPONS FIRING)
- Captain,
the Agonyans are firing a
series of nuclear lasers at us.
Shields up! Brace for impact!
(WEAPONS FIRING)
(EXPLOSIONS)
(ALARM SOUNDING)
Fire photonos beams at them!
(WEAPONS FIRING)
They're gone.
WOODS: And so is
- our brain cells.
- SHAW: No!
What do we do?
First we find the Agonyans
retrieve our brain cells,
and then
we get back our joy.
♪
Galaxies: the last frontier.
This is the tale of the USS Adventure
on its 84-month mission
as it treks across the furthest
reaches of the universe,
striving to find unknown life,
unexplained phenomena, and
new space destinations.
To go forward, to go beyond,
to go further and bolder
than anyone ever before.
(SINGER VOCALIZING OVER
STIRRING INSTRUMENTAL THEME)
♪
♪
LA'AN: Security Officer's Log.
Enterprise is about to pass
through the Kitolian Belt,
which centers on a neutron star.
But while Enterprise
studies the neutron star,
I've been assigned a separate
but equally important task.
Call it a dual mission.
You want me to play a game, sir?
Starfleet believes that they
have figured out a solution
to long-term, faster-than-light travel.
UNA: Starships will soon
be able to go for more
than five years without
returning to Federation.
So, games and entertainment as
distraction and stress release.
Now the device we're going
to be testing is called
- the "Re-creation Room"?
- Holodeck, for short.
- Sounds better.
- PIKE: Yeah.
Is this based on battle simulators?
'Cause I-I've beaten every one of those.
Why do you think we picked you?
But those simulators
are usually on starbases.
They take up huge amounts of
energy and processing power.
Can our ship actually handle it?
That's what we're here to figure out.
Our orders are clear.
While Enterprise studies
the collapsing neutron star,
you're going to test the holodeck.
Put it through its paces
under a real mission.
Show it could work under
genuine, rigorous circumstances.
How rigorous do you expect a
game on the holodeck to be, sir?
Well, it's a test, Lieutenant.
The kind of thing I'd do all
the time when I was a test pilot.
Which means,
you push it as hard as you can.
UNA: You told me you needed a challenge.
You're welcome.
(SOFT, ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Am I interrupting?
SPOCK: In lieu of my
normal morning calisthenics,
I have elected to
continue dance training.
I have nearly completed my routine.
Oh, don't stop on my account.
Computer, begin playlist: Spock 19.
(INSTRUMENTAL TANGO MUSIC PLAYING)
Tango.
Ambitious.
I just swung by to ask
about the field emitters
for the holodeck that you've
been fixing for Scotty?
Eyes up, Lieutenant.
You told me the eyes are
the anchor of the tango.
Are they not?
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My diagnostics are nearly complete.
I have realigned the field emitters.
The holodeck should
be operational as soon
as you and Mr. Scott finish
designing a program for you.
Thank you.
Has the monitoring pin
been much of a burden?
I actually forgot I was wearing it.
SPOCK: That is a good thing.
It is best if it captures
you in a natural state,
so the holodeck can construct
the most realistic environment
for your specifications.
Speaking of, have you chosen
a subject for your simulation?
Not yet.
SPOCK: I am not well-versed
in human entertainment,
but violence and relaxation
seem to be popular.
Along with
romantic narratives.
Amelia.
Amelia Moon? What the hell is that?
Detective stories from
Earth in the 1960s.
The-the captain of the
ship that rescued me
from the Gorn he-he gave me a copy,
and I became obsessed.
Amelia was an outsider,
but she always found herself
in the middle of a murder,
or a kidnapping, or a heist gone wrong.
And she always got justice,
no matter what.
(SIGHS) Let's just say
she had an effect on me.
There are 112 of them in the database.
That's plenty of material
to form the simulation.
Although, the computer
might have trouble
keeping the simulation running as it is.
Uh, Pelia's on shore leave,
so, you-you want to call in Spock again?
It's nothing I can't handle.
I-I can balance the processing needs
from the rest of the ship.
Although, there is one wee wrinkle.
Uh, the holographic characters
need to be incredibly
detailed to pass muster.
The only bio-signatures
we have at that resolution
are from the transporter pattern buffer.
We'll use their likenesses to create
holographic interactive avatars.
Ready when you are, Lieutenant.
Computer: using the Amelia
Moon novels as reference
and factoring in my
skills as an investigator,
create a new mystery that I
will find challenging to solve.
Spock, I
I thought you'd finished
running diagnostics.
I wanted to ensure the
computer system is functioning
- at normal parameters.
- I appreciate your concern.
But, uh, don't tell Scotty.
He's been working very hard on this.
Indeed. He is sensitive.
You may run and evaluate
the program on your command.
- Computer:
- (COMPUTER CHIMES)
run program.
(BEEPING, WHOOSHING)
I can practically smell the
ocean and the cigarettes.
It would be unwise to smoke in
the confines of the holodeck.
- Or at all.
- No. I just meant it's-it's very, um
Lifelike. Indeed.
I have spent so many hours
reading about Amelia. I just
(LAUGHING): I just can't believe
I actually get to be her.
Well, as my ancestor,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle would
write, "The game is afoot."
Thank you, Mr. Spock,
but this is a single-player situation.
I am available, should you
decide you need my assistance.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
Amelia Moon!
- Thank goodness you're here.
- Uhura.
Joni Gloss. We met briefly
when you handled that
Fox fiasco last November.
Saved my client's career,
and kept him out of San
Quentin. Now, follow me.
I'm the one who found the
body. Of course, I did.
I'm always the first to arrive.
And I have a rule in this town.
If you're on time, you're late.
And if you're late, you're dead.
In this case, literally.
Not by my hand, of course.
You'll put that in your record?
Only, you weren't the first
guest to arrive, were you?
One of them killed Tony,
I just don't know who. (GROANS)
That's why I called you.
I need you to solve this
before the cops show up. They
will arrest every one of us
just to sell the story to the
gossip rags, and then, poof,
before you know it, half
my clients, out of a job.
So, protect your clients.
Except the murderer, obviously.
I'm going to drop them.
Where's the body?
(SIGHS)
In there.
Staying honest,
I could barely look at him.
I'll stall the others
in the sitting room
while you go do what it is you do.
Got a light?
Fantastic.
LA'AN: Hollywood, California.
Mansions, movie stars,
and murder.
Strangulation.
But with what?
At 9:00 p.m. tonight,
Tony Hart,
head of Lomond Picture Studios
was strangled in his own home.
But with what?
And by whom?
And don't forget about the "why."
Find your motive, and
you've got your killer.
Usually, a motive hides
quiet secrets hidden in shadows
and behind closed doors,
but I could see this case had it all.
Passion, desperation,
jealousy, rage.
And as for the suspects,
you may recognize some of the guests
from Lomond's television
space adventure hour,
The Last Frontier,
including the show's creator TK Bellows
and former actress turned
producer Sunny Lupino.
The show's stars Adelaide Shaw,
Maxwell Saint and Lee
Woods are also here,
along with Shaw's main
squeeze, Anthony MacBeau.
And you already met
power agent Joni Gloss.
Your host, Tony Hart, is dead,
and one of you murdered him.
WOODS: Hold your horses.
Why would one of us want to murder Hart?
Because your show was
about to be canceled.
(CHUCKLES) Canceled? But we're a hit.
Oh. Ratings.
Now, here's how this is going to go.
No one is gonna walk out of that door
or make any phone calls.
Even you, William Morris.
We're all gonna get real cozy
until we've worked this all out.
This can't be happening. To me.
What we know:
At 9:00 p.m. tonight,
someone strangled Tony Hart
with an unknown weapon in his bedroom.
We know the killer is in this room,
and we know the likely
motive is the cancelation
of The Last Frontier.
And the key to this puzzle
is as clear as glass.
What? (LAUGHS)
Wait, it wasn't it wasn't me.
Everyone knows your drink, pal.
LA'AN: I believe you.
Besides, you favor a
frostier shade of pink.
But this shade is classic.
Max Factor's Ruby Red,
released in 1955,
and splashed all over fashion magazines
on the iconic face of model and pop star
Sunny Lupino.
What can I say, I'm a trendsetter.
But that doesn't make me a killer.
That doesn't.
But this does.
The Last Frontier was
your first project as a producer.
You fought to get it on the air,
leveraged your
relationships with the studio
and your ex-husband.
Bet your whole career on it.
Tony and I were divorced,
but we were still very much
invested in each other's success.
You were a little more
invested than most, weren't you?
It's expensive to bring space
into American living rooms, so
you took a personal loan from
the mob. But if
the show was canceled,
you'd never be able
to pay it back, so
you killed Tony
to keep it on the air.
The only thing I know about
that man is that he's a fan.
He wanted an autograph.
Why the telelens, then?
I was having dinner at
Perino's with Johnny.
Carson. He was trying to
talk me into a project at NBC.
Tony was keeping tabs on me
to make sure I wasn't being unfaithful.
To the studio.
But you're right.
I did invest my own money,
I just didn't take it from the mob.
I sold the house.
Mine and Tony's first house.
Oh, but you love that house.
Until I convinced Alfred
to put me in Crows,
I was just another pair of lips.
But that Oscar opened doors.
And what did I use it
for, my own star vehicles?
No.
When I heard TK's pitch for
The Last Frontier,
I knew it was special.
And you'd do anything to save it.
You're damn right, I would.
I even came to Tony with a plan.
- But he refused.
- He agreed.
We were going over the details
when Maxwell Saint interrupted us.
If you really want to
know what happened to Tony,
talk to him.
(LUPINO GASP, WHEEZES)
(COUGHING)
Oh, my God.
Lee? Is she dead?
You know I'm an actor,
not a doctor, right?
But, yeah. I mean, look at her.
She's obviously dead.
(INHALES)
Poison.
- LA'AN: Scotty, you busy?
- SCOTTY: A bit busy, yeah.
Your simulation is pulling
a wee bit more power than expected. Why?
Base a holodeck on a battle simulator
- and it's going to act like one.
- What does that mean?
Well, it's figured me
out, learned my moves.
- Just like an enemy opponent.
- Well, how can I change that?
No, I need a fresh eye,
someone who won't see things like I do.
In book number 57, Murder
at the Paper Moon Inn,
Amelia Moon needed a partner.
Well, I'm afraid it can't be me
if you want the Enterprise
to continue running.
Oh, no, that's okay.
I think I might have the
perfect dance partner already.
(DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN)
Spock, thank you for coming.
I'm here to assist in any way I can.
Though, may I ask,
if the holodeck has defeated you,
why not just end the mission?
Look, Pike gave me very clear orders:
Test the device under
rigorous circumstances.
Also, it didn't defeat me, I leveled up
and then it increased the difficulty.
Besides, Amelia Moon doesn't
give up until she gets her man,
and neither do I.
I have briefed myself on the case.
What was Detective Moon's partner like?
- Proficient, I assume?
- He was a bumbling idiot.
- That does not seem useful.
- No.
You will be much more so.
Who's this guy?
LA'AN: Detective Spock.
He works with me.
I didn't know this was a pajama party.
BELLOWS: Hang on. (SIGHS)
Did Central Casting send you?
- What, with those ears?
- Detective Spock doesn't watch television.
- So he's a communist?
- (SCOFFS)
More likely one of those cinema snobs.
MACBEAU: What does it matter?
The holo-Kirk seems
particularly agitated.
He should, he's number
one on my suspect list.
Thanks for coming so fast.
These fluctuations here.
They're becoming more frequent.
We are six hours from a collapsing star.
Minor surges are to be expected.
Everyone's pulling an all-nighter.
I even recommended
Pike reinstate Ortegas.
And you trust her?
- I do.
- GAMBLE: Auxiliary power
also seems to be having issues.
This seems beyond standard.
SCOTTY: Don't worry, I've
got everything under control.
Wow, that is a sensory overload.
Oh, all normal, all under control.
The omnidirectional holo-diodes produce
a tremendous number of
variables to keep an eye on.
- Ah.
- Do you need a second set of eyes?
No, I've got it.
In my experience, sometimes
a second set of eyes
can be detrimental.
I-I can handle it.
Okay, but I do need to sign
off on your engineering logs
before returning to
work on the neutron star.
Fingers crossed you improve
upon the haphazard example
set by your
- supervisor.
- (SCOTTY CHUCKLES) Yes,
I'm familiar with, uh,
Pelia's infamous logs.
An eagle could go
blind from reading them.
(POWER FLUCTUATING)
- Oh
- (ALARM SOUNDING)
- Broken already?
- Oh, no, no.
Just a wee bug, to be expected
with beta phase testing.
You know, a simulator this
big will automatically pull
processing power to
compensate, but, you know,
it's not a problem.
I'll just, um, divert
a little juice. Yeah.
La'An may be running this test, but, uh,
you're the failsafe.
Understood. Loud and clear.
But, you know, I've got it.
Mr. Saint, did you kill
Tony Hart and Sunny Lupino?
Nope.
Did you?
Sonny said you and Tony
- were fighting before he died.
- (SCOFFS)
A tiff. A row.
A tangle, maybe.
It's not even worth discussing.
It was jealousy.
Jealousy?
Your cuff.
There was an identical
one at the crime scene.
A little trinket from Hart's secretary.
- She likes me.
- You were having an affair.
- You caught me.
- And Mr. Hart had an issue with this?
Well, only because he
was having an affair
- with the same secretary.
- LA'AN: Hmm,
- sounds complicated.
- No, not really. It was casual.
You work closely with people,
and things happen.
You two must know how that goes.
What? (STAMMERS) We
No, this-this is about you, not
anyone else.
Look, I'm an actor.
I like drama,
but it's certainly nothing to kill for.
And besides, I had
already convinced Hart
that it was over between
me and the secretary.
And how did you do that?
SHAW: Me and Maxwell?
Absolutely 100% never.
You seem awfully heated about that.
He's a chauvinistic egomaniac.
I can barely stand to
be on set with the guy.
Why would I go to bed with him?
Were you aware that the
show was being cancelled?
I heard whispers.
How did you feel about it?
(SIGHS) Well,
my lines and my skirts
have been getting shorter and
shorter with every episode,
and the only person who ever
fought for my character was Sunny.
And now she's dead, so
Did you know that I was
just 18 when I played
Hedda Gabler on the West End?
I'm good at what I do, Detectives.
But all anyone seems to
care about is your love life.
- Must be frustrating.
- Yeah, it is.
But is it wrong to want love
and to be taken seriously in my career?
SPOCK: So, why do you think
there are persistent rumors
about your affair with Mr. Saint?
(LAUGHS)
How did you feel about Miss Lupino?
You mean, did I have
a reason to kill her?
No.
I admired her.
She couldn't settle
for being a work of art.
She wanted to make art.
Art means a lot to you.
It's everything.
If I can give a gift to the world,
I want to help people unleash
the artistic beast inside of them.
How does one "unleash
the artistic beast"?
I've been doing an artists salon.
Lee probably told you about it.
What goes on at an artists salon?
Mac plays guitar.
Others sing, paint.
- And you?
- Lee writes.
She's been writing a
screenplay, actually.
- A movie.
- WOODS: A screenplay?
Why? Mac told you that?
A western set in the Dakotas.
There was a script in the victim's room,
about the Dakotas.
Who else knew about this?
LA'AN: Guilty conscience
got you running?
More like a weak stomach.
Must be hard to watch something
you've poured so much into
- just disappear.
- (SIGHS)
It's not my favorite feeling, no.
But the ratings were too
low to warrant a season two?
Our fanbase is small,
but it's quite passionate.
SPOCK: Were you threatened
by the Western motion picture
- Miss Woods wrote?
- Lee wrote another Western?
Good for her.
She'll never tire of that dying genre.
LA'AN: So, you knew about the script?
- You weren't jealous?
- (SCOFFS)
What about the cancellation?
Did you know about that, too?
Is that why you ripped up
your contract? Out of anger?
Do you know what they say about
a show after its first season?
- No. What do they say?
- Practically writes itself.
(CHUCKLES)
Hart ripped up that contract, not me.
He was actually doing me a favor.
You wanted to leave the show?
Warners has the rights to
a book I've been chasing.
They're even gonna let me direct.
(LAUGHS) Yeah, I-I-I love our show,
but movies (CLICKS TONGUE)
That's how you change
hearts and minds, kids.
So, you're happy the
show was being canceled?
Oh, Detective.
I'm a writer.
I'm never happy about anything.
But I didn't kill anyone.
SPOCK: They all worked together,
yet allowed their emotions to jeopardize
the very work that they all shared.
(CLEARS THROAT)
What is that?
Lee Woods's script.
I knew something was off about it.
Look, no title page.
But why?
Perhaps to hide the
connection to the writer.
No, no, no, not from
Bellows. He didn't even care.
No.
(CEILING CREAKING)
What if Lee's not the
one who removed it?
- La'An
- (GASPS)
(CHANDELIER CRASHES)
The chandelier appears to have been
purposefully cut to harm us.
To stop us
because we're close.
The screenplay doesn't have a title page
because it was stolen.
Hart stole Lee's script and was
going to credit someone else,
probably a man, because that
happened all the time back then.
So she killed him for it.
There is a more pressing matter.
Blood?
Well, I-I thought the
holodeck had safety protocols.
Perhaps they are malfunctioning.
We should get out of here,
not risk anything else.
Computer, end program.
Mr. Scott, please end program.
Computer, arch.
So
we can't shut it off,
the program could actually hurt us,
and we can't get out.
Indeed.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Uh
Lieutenant Scott, are
you looking for me?
Say I've got this hypothetical
communications problem,
could you advise me on
this problem that, again,
you know, it's not a real problem,
in the traditional sense
of the word "problem."
- It's
- I think I followed that.
In the highly unlikely event
that I were to have lost
all contact with La'An
inside the holodeck,
what would you advise?
Uh Well, if comms failed,
I'd bypass local subprocessors
and patch directly
- into the optical data network.
- Yeah.
Imagine in this hypothetical,
like, I've already done
that, multiple times.
Hypothetically, I'd
shut the simulation down.
- Uh
- Which, I'm assuming,
you've already, hypothetically, done.
(WHISPERING): Scotty, are you telling me
La'An is trapped in the holodeck?
Have you tried knocking on the door?
Or simply blowing it off?
The holodeck is a complex
balance of forcefields,
tractor beams, and
precision-guided diodes,
all hardwired in.
So, blowing it up would crash
our entire computer system.
Permanently. Per my calculations,
the only way to unlock the program
is for the lieutenant to complete it,
- but she's unaware of this.
- What does completing it entail?
Solving a murder mystery
set in 1969 Hollywood.
- I'm on it.
- (PADD CHIMES)
- Thank you, Ensign.
- Yeah.
Eh, oh, you-you know that
wasn't all hypothetical?
- Yeah, I caught on almost immediately.
- Okay.
(ALERT SOUNDING)
SPOCK: Unfortunately, I was
unable to access the panel
while in the simulation.
I still can't reach Scotty over comms
or anyone on the ship.
So, we have a computer problem
and a communications problem.
We also have a murderer problem.
If the killer comes after us,
we could actually die in here.
So maybe the only way to
survive is to catch the murderer.
Which means
we're going to go solve this mystery.
BELLOWS: I-I just
can't believe you wanted off the show.
SAINT: You also wanted off the show.
BELLOWS: You know what I
think? I think you hate me,
and you hate the fact that
I gave you the best job
- that you're ever gonna have.
- Are you threatening me?
Did you all hear that? TK threatened me!
- MACBEAU: He tells no lies.
- What would you know?
You're only here as
Adelaide's escape hatch.
(COUGHS) What is that supposed to mean?
Audiences don't like you.
At least I can deliver
a line realistically.
It's called acting.
- Oh.
- And you know what's not realistic?
A lady first officer. Face it.
You knew your days were limited.
That's why you agreed to
marry Mick Bowie over here,
so you could disappear
on tour as his groupie
and nobody would notice
that your career was dead!
- (SCREAMS)
- LA'AN: Everyone shut up, now!
Right.
Where is Lee Woods?
And who is this guy?
LA'AN: She's dead.
Joni Gloss.
GLOSS: It's not what it looks like.
I was just looking for a light.
She was dead when I found her.
You had quite a bit of cash to lose
from the cancelation of The
Last Frontier, didn't you?
I had three clients on
that show. You do the math.
But I didn't kill Tony Hart,
though I wish I had.
And why is that?
Because canceling The Last Frontier
is the stupidest thing Tony's ever done.
Do you realize how rare
a show like this is?
TK wanted to give audiences
a digestible reflection
of their own world through
the lens of fantasy.
Social commentary with rubber masks
and buried metaphors.
You know, science fiction.
And the studio did not
agree with this vision?
They were more
cautious.
Didn't want to "make
waves." The cowards.
TK wanted Frontier
to take our rotten world,
with its warts and injustices,
and give audiences something better.
And all of that with
weekly space adventures?
GLOSS: You don't find
the idea inspiring?
You don't think some kid out
there is going to see this show
and spend the rest of their
life searching the stars?
You don't think a person
can love a piece of art
or music or a story so
much that it heals them?
Shows them parts of themselves
they'd never even seen before?
And give them hope?
Um
Well, no, of-of course I do.
GLOSS: A show like this
could've gone on forever.
Given generations of fans a
place to feel seen, to belong,
something to believe in again,
no matter who they were
or where they came from.
But you can't do any of
that without a season two.
- (SOFT WHOOSH)
- (GASPS)
Finally, a light.
A fake fire?
Tony had impeccable taste in film,
but his sense of decor is just tragic.
What's inside the fireplace?
SPOCK: Celluloid film.
Discontinued in the 22nd century,
many say to the detriment of cinema.
I think this is the murder weapon.
But it's also a recording.
There's something on this film
the killer wanted to destroy,
but made the same mistake Joni did.
Spock, we have to see what's on this.
PIKE: All right, neutron
star collapse is imminent.
- Uhura, are scanners receiving data?
- Right on time, sir.
Captain, I'm detecting a gamma burst
heading into our flight path.
It's heavier energy than expected.
UHURA: The sensors are overloading.
Shields up. Let's go to yellow alert.
Ortegas, take us down.
Steer as clear as you can.
I'd like to, but we just
had a massive power drain.
- Engines aren't responding.
- Neither are shields.
Bridge to Science Lab.
Mr. Scott, what's
happening to our system?
SCOTTY (OVER COMMS): Well,
it seems the holodeck
is pulling a wee bit more
power than I'd anticipated.
Then shut it down. We have
a situation on the bridge,
and I need power, now.
SCOTTY: Yeah, it's not
quite that easy, sir.
- Um
- Red alert.
- (ALERT BLARING)
- Mr. Scott,
without engine power, we
are going to fly head-first
into a massive gamma-ray burst,
and we are not going to survive it.
Mr. Scott, I need a solution.
Uh I can manually reroute
power to you in small increments.
That should give you something.
Do it. Do it now.
You've got roughly 30
seconds of acceleration.
Can you make that work?
I do like a good challenge.
We're through.
Let's hope there isn't another one.
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Mr. Scott, I'd like to talk
to Lieutenant Noonien-Singh.
(ALERT BEEPING)
SCOTTY: Uh, let me see if I can get her.
UHURA: Let's say I figured
out a way to contact La'An.
Hypothetically.
Then you'd be my hypothetical hero.
I think you can't get
through in a conventional way
because the AI is blocking out all comms
that don't come from the simulation.
It's refusing to let her talk to anyone
who's not part of the program.
It's-it's it's evolving.
So you need to convince
it you're a hologram, too.
Oh.
- (PROJECTOR CLICKING)
- SAINT: I wrote the book
on space jurisdiction,
and I am known
for my diction.
Now
get me the Agonyans.
The Agonyans?
- BELLOWS: Oh cut!
- What?
- MAN: Keep rolling. Keep rolling.
- BELLOWS: Okay.
- Was that too much? I-I
- I thought it was great.
- I completely felt it.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay. Quiet on the set.
Quiet on the set.
SAINT: What's the problem now?
BELLOWS: Oh, where do I even start? Uh,
maybe you could try delivering the line
like an actual human being for once?
(LAUGHING): Oh.
Well, maybe if you wrote a line
- Uh-huh. Oh.
- worth delivering, I could try to.
- Uh-huh.
- What is this scene even about?
WOODS: I thought it
was about capitalism.
BELLOWS: Big surprise.
You didn't understand the script.
- (CHUCKLING): Again.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
Does no one here care about my vision?
- MAN (SCOTTISH ACCENT): Uh, sir?
- (YELLING): What?!
Uh, you There's a call. Um
(BELLOWS CLEARS THROAT)
Not a good time.
What? I
(WHIMPERS SOFTLY)
You can't do that. I-I
I am the show. You c
I
You'll regret this.
(YELLS)
La'An? La'An?
La'An, I don't know if you'll see this,
but it was my only chance
of getting a message to you.
The holodeck is pulling all computer
processing power from
the rest of the ship.
The only way to stop it is to
end the program, which means
you have to solve the mystery.
Wait. If we're pulling
all processing power,
that includes shields,
navigation, life support.
They could die. We could all die.
- An accurate assessment.
- An accurate asse
How are you not more concerned?
These are our friends, our lives.
You asked me to remain detached.
I am merely doing as you requested.
We now know that Bellows
did indeed care very much
- about the cancellation.
- Yep.
That gives him motive,
and he had an opportunity.
But he had no reason to
kill Woods or Lupino.
She didn't cancel the
show. She would have done
anything to save it.
BELLOWS: That's true.
Including firing me.
You know, for such a smart detective,
you're awfully stupid.
They weren't canceling us.
They were replacing me.
On my own show.
Perhaps we should sit down
and calmly discuss this.
I came here calm. I came
here to ask for my job back.
Do you have any idea
how humiliating that is?
And when he said no, that's when you
I didn't kill anybody!
- Then put the gun down.
- Hmm?
You could actually hurt someone in here.
Th-This isn't a game anymore.
This was never a game.
This is my career.
And I'm not putting the gun down
because I'm not the killer.
But someone else here is.
Me?
- Mm.
- I was brought here
- to solve this case.
- I know.
Amelia Moon, the great detective.
Death just seems to follow
her wherever she goes.
No, this is crazy. I
And your strange friend
in his odd clothes,
so devoid of emotion.
Always watching,
studying.
Hey, wait a minute.
- Did the network send you?
- (GUN COCKS)
Are you my replacement?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
No! You idiot!
- He was just here to help me!
- I-I didn't. I didn't.
(SIGHS) Spock? Spock?
- (EXHALES)
- I'm okay.
Oh, thank God.
(PANTING)
(SOFTLY): Wh
What is it?
It's you.
You're the killer.
You poisoned Lupino's cup when
you were "running diagnostics."
You sabotaged the chandelier,
then saved me from it.
And then
you killed Woods.
A novel theory, but I have no motive.
I am simply your colleague,
assisting you with a case.
You're not even a part of
this story. I brought you here.
Because you made me bring you here.
You're not my colleague.
You're a hologram.
You have been since the moment
I walked into the holodeck.
I asked the computer for
a mystery made for me,
and it gave me you, because, well,
it watched me earlier
with the real Spock, and
it knew I'd never suspect him.
Bravo, Lieutenant La'An Noonien-Singh.
- You have solved the mystery.
- (LAUGHS QUIETLY)
Oh. (LAUGHS)
Computer
(COMPUTER CHIMES)
end program?
(SIGHS)
LA'AN: While holodeck technology
certainly holds promise, the risks
outweigh the potential benefits.
We do not recommend
the device be installed
on active ships at this time.
How about we recommend that it be locked
in a box deep underground somewhere?
Well, if I could just make
one wee, tiny addendum.
It-it just needs a dedicated server room
- and power source that
- PIKE: Mm.
Include it in the
report, but as a footnote.
In small print.
Lieutenant?
Do you know how many
crew we have on board?
Uh
- Uh
- 203.
Specifically, 203 of the
finest Starfleet has to offer.
There is never any reason
to do something alone
when you need help.
Yeah, but what if there is?
About a week before my
last ship ran into the Gorn,
I was building a sensor array.
I thought I saw some anomalies,
but I didn't have time to finish it.
My CO said she would, but
she didn't, and then we
(SIGHS)
What happened on the
Stardiver wasn't your fault.
What we do here is hard,
and sometimes bad things happen.
(SCOTTY SIGHS)
But this crew is a team.
Knowing when to ask for help
isn't a weakness. It's a strength.
One the captain and I value very highly.
(DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN)
(DOOR WHOOSHES SHUT)
Thank you for agreeing to
finish our lesson from earlier.
Of course.
Computer, begin playlist: Spock 21.
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
So I take it the holodeck mystery
test was not to your satisfaction.
Well, I requested a solo mystery,
yet the holodeck led me to
believe I needed a partner.
You.
It misunderstood your prompt?
That, I think it understood perfectly.
I just didn't take into account
that the holodeck knew
me better than I realized.
It gave me a suspect
I never anticipated.
Interesting technology.
How did you deduce this twist?
I didn't at first.
I was looking for clues
in all the wrong places.
But now I understand the
puzzle it built for me.
And what was that?
It created a holographic version of you
that was clear-headed, logical.
Cold.
Words that have been
used to describe me.
But I
I know you.
I know the feel of
your arms when we dance.
I know the way we look
into each other's eyes.
He didn't look at me like that.
Or perhaps I've misread the situation.
Earlier today
I wondered if it was I
who had misunderstood.
Because for a moment, I
thought that you wanted
And
did you also want?
♪
We will eat the human food-pies!
Is it is it pies, or piles?
- DIRECTOR: It's piles.
- Pies?
DIRECTOR: Left.
And back. Right, right,
right, right, right, right.
- And right!
- Oh.
(LAUGHS)
How's this?
How about this?
- Goddamn it!
- MAN: Costumes!
You guys, is it "nebula"?
Whoa!
- Then we'll need a leg up.
- Then we'll need a leg up.
- That's my line!
- I thought I had the leg bit.
- Line?
- What? Why would you have the leg bit?
I-I don't know. I
thought I had the leg bit.
Well, it's clearly my
line! It's a captain's line.
Why would she have the leg bit?
It's my line.
MAN: Yeah. We're waiting on sound.
SHAW (QUIETLY): Red
leather, yellow leather.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
- Hey.
- (SIGHS)
SHAW: I've lost her.
I've lost her!
I've lost her!
(INDISTINCT CREW CHATTER)
Jesus Christ. I was
trying to get my leg over.
Can this chair
Can someone fix the chair? Please?
I'm I w I can't
work like Open the door.
Help. Help!
- Whoa, whoa, there!
- Yeah, I got you.