Uh, sit, please.
I gave the rest of the crew the evening off to recuperate.
But I asked all of you here
because we work most closely
and have not had a moment.
In fact, we have lost quite a few.
Almost every culture has a ritual
that gathers its moments
when it can, holds them dear.
A time to take the measure of loved ones
and what we have all accomplished together.
( Silverware clanks )
Ah. Hmm.
We made A Choice a millennium ago
to follow Commander Burnham.
I will never forget what I heard
as I stood before each of you
as you cast your vote.
It was not unlike...
A Small Prayer.
I ask that we repeat that now.
Evil Georgiou :
Must we really?
Capt. Saru :
Yes, we must.
Evil Georgiou :
( Scoffs )
Capt. Saru :
Lieutenant Detmer,
Do you remember what you said?
Lt. Detmer :
I said "Aye."
I said, "Aye."
Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
Aye, sir.
Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
Evil Georgiou :
I never said "Aye."
But... I'm here.
Capt. Saru :
( Raise glass to propose a Toast — Clears throat )
Aye.
All:
Aye.
Linus:
Is that droog-beetle pie?
( Sniffs )
Mmm.
Dr. Culber:
What is going on between you two?
Stammets :
I don't know. Nothing.
Capt. Saru :
This reminds me of
Harvest on Kaminar.
Siranna and I would work from sunup until after sun fall,
gathering and drying
our seasonal kelp crops.
Our Family would then dine together under the full moon.
Evil Georgiou :
Kelp dries in the sun.
An existential crisis.
Is there some dessert?
Dr. Culber:
Is that a haiku?
Evil Georgiou :
(impressed)
…Yes.
Dr. Culber:
Emperor Georgiou.
Feasting on the finest cuts.
Snarfs cookies on the down-low —
I screwed up the last line.
( All laugh )
Capt. Saru :
No matter. Hear! Hear!
Haiku? Oh.
I puked... upon...
No. No.
... the Tellarite ambassador
once at Thanksgiving.
( All groan )
Yeah.
It was an actual diplomatic crisis.
Okay, this is not
what I want to hear at dinner.
I mean, who raised you people?
Get Detmer to do one.
No. No, I don't want to...
Come on. Try. Try.
Detmer:
No. Okay.
( Clears throat )
( Detmer exhales )
The drones can't get Stamets' blood
off the med bay floor...
No. Wait.
No one can clean Stamets' blood...
( Laughing )
( Exhales )
Okay, I've got it. I've got it.
No one can get Stamets' blood...
Oh, shoot. No, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
( Laughs ):
Stamets' blood is so red.
Lieutenant.
No, I've got it now. I've got it.
It's five, seven, five, right?
I don't think this is...
It's a poem.
It's uncalled for. Officers.
My life is not a joke for the dinner table.
I wasn't trying to make a joke.
I was back at work within a few hours of being injured.
We wouldn't have gotten anywhere near Earth if it weren't for me.
You're not the only one to move this ship. I'm The Pilot.
We move it.
I never said it was just me.
Detmer:
You think you're the only essential personnel on this vessel.
Look at you. It's written all over you.
Lieutenant.
Detmer:
You want to fly this monster?
Actually be responsible for every single person every single day,
or do you just want to be
the when-he-feels-like-it superhero
and have everybody kiss your ass?
The reality is I'm the only one who can make the jumps.
I flew us into the future.
I landed this ship.
I landed Discovery.
Stamets:
Yes, and we barely survived.
Tilly:
Oh, my God. Stop it!
You guys are both acting
like complete assholes.
Ensign Tilly.
Why don't we all just take a breath?
Tilly :
You guys think you have
the market cornered on pain?
All of our sacrifices,
all of our experiences
and our work,
it matters.
The only way we're gonna through this is as a crew.
Stamets :
I have work to do.
( Door whooshes open )
You did land this monster.
He should be thanking you.
Keyla. Keyla?
Uh...
( Clears throat )
Evil Georgiou:
Well, at least the wine was good.
( She gets up, taking it with her, because she’s evil. )
( Door whooshes open )
