Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She died.
When the timestorm passes,
Michael, the Red Angel, it's you.
Where do you think I got it from, Mom?
Give Commander Stamets whatever he needs.
into a new language matrix.
We have no credible way of knowing
I'll find you, Mom.
Where? I mean, where-where is...
What happened before no longer exists.
Not as long as the A.I. exists.
and you received a high dose of tachyon radiation.
and let the suit take the data away forever.
We couldn't.
Captain, I've picked up a distress beacon
How many entries?
Hey, hey.
Quite the feat of engineering:
Aye, sir. Firing torpedoes.
I can't do that.
To me.
You won't win.
Ready.
Charge is at 70% and rising.
to take the data back to Control?
Spock may be the only person who can help me.
This will not fail.
Every instruction, passed down through channels.
Uh, definitely abnormal.
But I think we need to follow Dr. Burnham's lead here.
Your mother didn't teach you how to look
from several different truths simultaneously.
Five hours.
you're telling me she's actually alive.
Our containment field is holding her in the present.
How can you expect me to be patient?
to lock on Dr. Burnham and beam her into our space-time.
This conversation is over.
to tell me you were downloading the Sphere data
In time, even those who would not
That should provide enough energy to beam Dr. Burnham
and let the wormhole take it forever?
is diverting our data transfer.