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- Good morning, captain.
- Good morning, ambassador.

- Mind if I walk with you for a moment?
- No, not at all.

Is there something I can do for you?

I spoke with John last night.

He told me why he chose you
for this position.

Well, he wanted someone from Earthforce
to show the folks back home...

No. In addition to that.

I'm sorry.

I wish he hadn't told you without giving me
some advance warning.

No, it's all right. I forced the issue.

I just wanted you to know
that I understand his reasons.

You were the correct, logical choice,
and I support his decision.

I appreciate that, ambassador...

...but since others might not
be quite so understanding...

...I would really prefer
to keep this between the two...

The three of us.

I don't think anyone
else really needs to know.

Londo, there you are.

I was going to tell you your ship just arrived,
but you can see that for yourself.

Would you like me
to tell you what I see, Mr. Allan?

I see...

What is that quaint human phrase?
"The end of the line."

The regent is not well.

For the next few months,
I will be at his side as much as time allows.

I will go there and come back here.

But when he leaves us...

...the Centaurum will turn to me
to fill that void.

When that day comes, Mr. Allan...

...I shall not return.

Barring the occasional state visit...

...I shall never lay eyes
on Babylon 5 again.

I didn't think you'd mind that part.

Neither did I.

- Strange, that.
- Yeah, but you'll be emperor.

That's got to be a great feeling,
Emperor Mollari I.

The Second.

There was one before you?

Yes. Long ago.

He, too, ended badly.

Now, come on,
you've got your whole life ahead of you.

Why would you say a thing like that?

Because I know.
My people always know.

I don't know why, or how,
or where, but I can feel it...

...to the very core of my being, Mr. Allan.

This is where it begins
to go badly for all of us.

Babylon Control to transport 11719.

You've turned off autopilot.
Please return control to B5 C & C at once.

We're having navigation problems.
Backing up for another try.

Negative. Do not activate thrusters.

We cannot get the pressure doors
open in time.

Systems failure. We've got
to pull back or we'll hit the walls.

Negative.
I say again, do not fire thrusters.

And so it begins.

- There's a hole in your mind.
- What do you want?

No one here is exactly what he appears.

Nothing's the same anymore.

Commander Sinclair is being reassigned.

Why don't you eliminate
the entire Narn Homeworld?

I see a great hand
reaching out of the stars.

Who are you?

President Clark signed a decree
declaring martial law.

These orders have forced us
to declare independence.

Unless your people get off their
encounter-suited butts and do something...

- You're The One who was.
- lf you go to Z'Ha'Dum, you will die.

Why are you here?
Do you have anything worth living for?

I think of my beautiful city
in flames.

- Giants in the playground.
- Get out of our galaxy!

We are here to place President Clark
under arrest.

BABYLON 5
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5x06 "STRANGE RELATIONS"

Earth transport Marks to Babylon Control.

How much longer do we wait out here?

Unknown. The captain's out
inspecting the damage now.

What a mess.

Lochley to repair team.
How long until you can fix this thing?

We've got debris all through
the main elevator shafts...

... totally gummed up the works.
Figure 12, 13 hours.

Come on,
you guys are on time and a half as it is.

Killing me here.

Tell you what. Get it done in 11 hours...

...and I'll pretend I didn't see that extremely
non-regulation picture in your locker.

The one from your bachelor party.
You know, the one with...

You've got a deal.

Thanks. All right, C & C, I'm heading in.

I'll come around back.
Are the emergency airdoors clear?

We've got some other official transports
coming in the back...

... but we'll keep them out until you're in.

This is...

Finding everything you need?

Let me guess, now.

This must be for the telepaths living
in Downbelow, right?

They don't have anything. They're short
on clothes, food, medical supplies.

Well, tell them to come on up here.

I wondered where this got off to.

Some of them have been through
pretty tough Psi Corps medical experiments...

...so they don't trust doctors.

Besides, they prefer to be self-sufficient.

Well, I wouldn't call asking you
to steal stuff for them self-sufficient.

I am not stealing.

This stuff was all earmarked for the lurkers
in Downbelow. Charity cases.

We weren't getting paid for it anyway.

Besides, they didn't ask me to do anything.

I came here on my own.

You really believe in what they're doing,
don't you?

They're not here to cause trouble.

They're trying to find a place to call home,
not just for themselves, but for all telepaths.

Nobody else wants us. We may
as well try and make a place for ourselves.

So, yeah, I believe in them.

Byron has a dream for all telepaths.

I want to help make it come true.

- Franklin, go.
- Doctor...

... I'd like to come talk to you in an hour
if you have time.

No problem. I'll see you then.

So you need a hand with that?

No, I got it. Thanks.

All right. Well, next time
you need something, just ask.

I found some more supplies.
I thought they might help.

You've no idea.

And these are for you.

- What are they?
- Vitamins.

- They should go to the children.
- They're too strong for children.

Then they should go to the sick.

Which is what you're going to be if you
don't slow down and take care of yourself.

When was the last time that you slept?
Really slept.

It was three, no...

...four lifetimes ago.

I was a coppersmith.

And at the end of a long day...

...I lay out under the stars,
beside the river...

...and my dearest love cradled my head
in her lap.

She ran her fingers
against my temples and forehead.

Soft and cool and delicate.

And I slept.

I slept as I have never slept before
or since.

I slept full measure enough
to sustain me through five eternities.

When I awoke, she was gone.

And there was a tall tree standing
where she had been the night before.

A willow.

Its delicate branches touching
my face like tears.

It remained there by the river,
long after I had gone to dust.

If there was a straight answer buried
in there somewhere, I sure didn't see it.

It was a parable.

The willow is deceptively strong.

It bends, but it does not break.

Its roots are deep and can withstand
the worst storm.

It promises rest and shade...

...and cool breezes to those
who would find rest beneath it.

You have become my willow.

And we have all found shelter
in your kindness.

Thank you.

That was probably...

...the most elegant attempt to change
the topic I have ever heard.

Sleep, Byron?

Sleep isn't the issue.

We sleep too much.
It's the dreaming we don't do enough of.

- What is it?
- Can't you feel it?

Open your thoughts. Take down the walls
the mundanes forced us to live inside.

Open your senses and feel.

Bloodhound units.

Yes.

He's here.

- Chief around?
- No, he had to hit the head.

- What's up?
- I don't think I'm supposed to tell you.

Tell me what?
Come on, this is me.

Bester just came on board.

Said he's here to see the captain.

And the bartender says
to Ren� Descartes, "Another beer?"

And Descartes says,
"I think not," and disappears.

Bester!

- You son of a...
- What the hell...?

- Get out of my way!
- Back off, mister!

I said, back off!

You don't understand! He...

Security!

Escort Mr. Garibaldi here to the brig
and do not cut him loose until I say so.

For the record, gentlemen,
you are now five seconds away...

...from a court-martial,
so make the best of them.

My apologies for the interruption,
Mr. Bester.

Not at all, captain. I'm used to it.

Now, where were we?

You want me to quit Medlab?

Not quit. Just delegate some
of your responsibilities to your staff...

...to make room for other things.

What kind of other things?

With the creation of this new Alliance,
there will be even more interaction...

...between races from different worlds.

And some diseases can cross
from one species to another.

Yeah, I know. It worries me.

Literature on cross-species infection
is still growing.

There hasn't been opportunity
for research in that area.

Well, now there is.

As advisory council for the new Alliance...

...we want you to put together
the definitive work in this area.

Your work here on Babylon 5
was a good start.

You've had access to medical conditions
of dozens of races.

Now we want to send you out
to member worlds to do firsthand research.

Where that is impractical, we will put you
in contact with their ambassadors here.

It is a condition of membership that medical
information be made available to you.

Obviously, there are certain dangers.

Many of the other races want
to keep their medical histories confidential.

But we'd love to have you take on the job,
if you're willing.

Hell, yeah. Where do I sign up?

He will be a fine addition to our team.
Very fine.

I agree.

So why are you troubled?

I do not feel as if I am doing enough
for the Alliance, Delenn.

Be careful, G'Kar. When the universe
hears you say something like that...

...it tends to answer
in the most surprising ways.

Captain, good.
I was just about to call you.

I understand you got into
a bit of a dustup with Mr. Garibaldi.

That's correct.
He burst in on a meeting and attempted...

...to assault my guest.

Captain, your guest...

...got inside Mr. Garibaldi's head...

...reprogrammed him, messed up his life.

- Hell, he almost got both of us killed.
- I'm aware of that, sir.

The reports do a very good job
of putting across his side, and yours.

Now, would you like to hear my side
or continue shouting? If the latter...

...please let me know
so I can sit down and get comfortable.

Go on.

Despite my objections...

...you gave the telepaths permission
to form a colony here.

You did not, however,
grant them immunity from prosecution.

They're wanted on a variety of charges
by the Psi Corps.

- Also known as "fascists are us."
- Granted.

Nonetheless, they are a part of
the government, and I am accountable to it.

Bester is here on direct orders
from Earthgov.

Now, you and Delenn
said very specifically...

...the Interstellar Alliance
grants sovereignty to each world...

...to govern its people the way it sees fit.

Since Earthgov is part of the Alliance,
you have to respect their policies.

- How am I doing so far?
- Annoyingly logical.

- Thank you.
- It wasn't a compliment.

I can't ignore him or throw him out
until he breaks the rules.

Whatever past relationship you
and Garibaldi have with him...

...I have to behave according
to what he does on my watch.

If I judged everyone according
to what was reported to me by others...

...l'd have concluded
that you were a traitor to Earth...

...during the war
and shot you on sight, sir.

I give you my word, if he breaks
the rules an inch, he's out of here.

But until then,
I have got to do this my way.

I suppose you're right.

If I contravene our policies
for my own convenience...

...it'll give our enemies something
to point to and say we're hypocrites.

If I violate my promise to the telepaths,
our enemies will latch on to that as well.

I'm caught in a web
of my own good intentions.

Well, the road to hell
is paved with them, sir.

I know. But why does it have
to go through this office?

He can't have them, captain.
I won't allow it.

Well, at least give me a reason to say no,
other than "I don't want to"...

...l'll stick him on the next transport out.

- I gave them my word.
- Well, that may not be enough.

Find a way to make it enough.

You're not going to make this easy
on me, are you, sir?

It's not my job.

Centauri liner to Babylon Control.

We can't wait any longer
for you to finish repairs.

- We have a schedule to keep.
- Understood.

Ambassador Mollari will just have to catch
the next liner to Centauri Prime.

Turning orbital control back to your system.

Confirmed. Setting navigational controls
to locate...

Centauri Prime main beacon. 4-4-3-6-9.

Any idea yet what happened
to that cruiser?

We found trace of a chemical
explosive material and a detonator.

It looks like the bomb was hooked
into the ship's navigational system.

It was programmed to explode...

...when the nav system was set
for a particular destination.

They programmed a series of jumps...

...that would take them to the Centauri
transit beacon when the explosion hit.

- Somebody didn't want that liner going home.
- Whoever it was, they weren't from here.

The chemical composition
of that explosive was Centauri...

...so it was definitely planted there.
- Well, we were the liner's last stop...

...so if the bomb was programmed
to go off...

...when the beacon was set
for the return voyage...

...then the target has to be someone
getting on board here.

- Any VIPs leaving?
- Just Londo.

That's what I was afraid of.

All right, I will go talk to the ambassador.

See if he can narrow down
the list of suspects to just...

...a few thousand
of the enemies he's made over the years.

I'll need copies
of all your computer reports.

I'll make sure
we haven't missed anything.

Take these. Thanks.
By the way, captain, just curious...

...how long did you plan
to leave Garibaldi in the brig?

I haven't decided yet. Why?

Well, I can understand
why he went fusion like that.

That's not the point.
This is a matter of discipline and protocol.

You just don't walk
into somebody's office and start a fight...

...unless invited to do so.

This is the most amazing base
I've ever been posted to.

Everybody here's either trying
to kill each other...

...or pound each other into a pulp. I don't
know what kind of way that is to run a...

- Something wrong?
- Well, this status report, it says:

"The system was used to pull someone's
classified personnel file."

Whose?

Mine. Security access code
number 0171359. Garibaldi?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

To pound someone, Mr. Allan. You win.

I just decided if you can't join them,
beat them.

They're not here.

Yes, I'd heard you've
been spending time with them.

Compassion is a lovely thing,
taken in moderation.

Tell me you haven't gone over
to their side.

I thought telepaths were all
on the same side.

Don't play games, Lyta.

Whether you know it or not,
these people are dangerous.

They're on nobody's side but their own.

- Tell me where they are.
- No.

You have the Bloodhounds,
go find them yourself.

Anything?

Wait, wait. Nothing. Nothing at all.

This is a crowded area.
Even if the blips weren't here...

...you'd still be picking up something.

Unless...

...you were being jammed.

For a moment,
I forgot how strong you are.

- I won't make that mistake again.
- I suggest you leave. Now.

Check the hall.

I said get out!

I am a duly authorized officer of the law.
Stand aside or...

- Or what?
- Not bad.

Is that really telekinesis,
or are you just pushing the nerve endings...

...making them feel
as if they've been slapped?

Either way,
it's taking a lot out of you, Lyta.

You're sweating. Flushed.

How many times can you do that, Lyta?

Can you do just one at a time?

Maybe two? How about three?

How about a half dozen of us?

I don't know.

Like you said, I'm new at this.

I could even make a mistake.

Maybe even pop a blood vessel
in someone's head by accident...

...by pushing too hard.

Feel like playing the odds, Mr. Bester?

Unnecessary, Ms. Alexander.

Things have changed.

This time, I have allies in the chain
of command around here.

We'll be back
with several dozen security guards.

I doubt you'll be very effective
against so many.

If your friends are still here,
they'll be arrested.

If they scatter...

...it'll make our job easier...

...since you can't shield them that way.

Either way...

...we're taking them back with us.

Be seeing you, Lyta.

- I saw what you did. How did you...?
- I can't talk about it now, Byron.

Tell your people. Get going, fast!

Spread out all over the station.
It's their only chance.

I know some places that might work,
for a while, anyway.

Thank you.

- What was that for?
- For believing.

Now, come on, we have to go.

All right, Mr. Garibaldi.

Either we thrash this out once and for all,
or one of us is gonna go.

I can assure you, it won't be me.

You can do your job just as well on Mars.

Now, you have been riding me since
the day I got here.

- What the hell is your problem?
- For starters, I don't know you...

...therefore I don't trust you.

- The world's full of people you don't know.
- I worry about that all the time.

Tough. Get over it. What else?

Why were you so chummy with Bester?

I was stationed at an Earthforce base
near a mining company several years ago.

A rogue telepath was messing
with my people.

First, cheating them in the casino...

...and later he killed two of them
because they found out what he was.

We couldn't find him. Bester did.

And he saved the lives
of two of my crew.

Now, I don't actually like him,
and I sure as hell don't trust him...

...but so far, he hasn't done anything
unpleasant to me.

I'm sure he will. This place
brings that out in everyone.

But until then,
I have an obligation to be courteous.

And I have an obligation
to shove his face through a bulkhead.

Your hobbies are your concern,
Mr. Garibaldi.

Just do it where I can't see it,
and do it quietly.

Thanks.

Now...

Now for the big one.

Why did Sheridan pick you
to run this place?

There's something between you.
What is it?

Is that why you went ransacking
through my personnel file?

Looking for something
that I'm holding over the president?

Blackmail or some covert political agenda?

Are you really that dead inside
that you can't even imagine another reason?

All right.

All right, obviously,
we got off on the wrong foot.

Maybe it's my fault.

I crawled up your butt more than
a few times when I got here.

Maybe it's your fault.

Yeah, it's definitely more your fault
than mine, but...

I'm here
because Sheridan wanted a symbol.

Somebody who was on the other side.

He figured it would bring
the folks back home together.

He also wanted someone
he knew he could trust.

Someone he didn't have
to worry about sandbagging him...

...or stabbing in the back
when he wasn't looking.

Someone who'd argue
with him when necessary...

...but would back him when he was right.
- That's you?

That's me.

Why?

- It can't leave this room.
- I am the soul of discretion.

A very long time ago,
Sheridan and I...

...were married,
for all of about three months.

Get out of town.

- How many wives has he got?
- Just three.

We met fresh out of officer training school.
We hit it off...

...fell crazy in love, got married...

...realized we'd made a terrible mistake,
fell crazy out of love, and split up.

You see, in a relationship,
you gotta take turns being in charge...

...but we both wanted
to be in charge all the time.

We had arguments
that could peel paint off the wall.

But it was over a long time ago.

He's not carrying a torch for me,
I'm not carrying one for him.

But the bottom line
is he knows he can trust me...

...and I know I can trust him.

And that's why I'm here.

What's so amusing?

You. Me. All of this.

If I had 100 years,
I couldn't have come up with that one.

Well, that's very true.

And maybe that's something you ought
to think about, Mr. Garibaldi.

I guess I can go now, right?

Right?

Not as long as Bester's still here.
It's not that I don't trust you...

...but I don't trust you.

Lochley. Go.

We have a request from Bester...

... for Security personnel
to help him round up the telepaths.

- What do I tell him?
- Where did it come from?

Direct from Earth Dome.

Well, we can't refuse, then.

Give him what he needs, but no more.

Now the fun really starts.

Help me! Help me, please!

Lyta.

Byron?

You called me?

Yes.

To say goodbye.

Half my people have been captured.

The rest will fall soon.
My place is with them.

No! We can fight them.

Violence is not our way.

We must aspire to be better than that.

They know you were in charge.
They'll kill you!

It is a distinct possibility...

...but perhaps there
is a rough justice in that.

It is not your fault, Byron.

Yes, it is!
I should've known better by now.

I was wrong to bring them here...

...wrong to trust in others.

And perhaps I was most wrong of all...

...to hold out the possibility of hope
to them, to myself...

...and to you.

Please, don't.

You could stay with me.

I could hide you.

I believe you could.

I believe you would protect me...

...until the stars themselves
went cold and dead.

But my people need me,
and I must go to them.

You have been kind to us.

Carry out the legacy to others out there
like us, and for me, that will be enough.

Goodbye, Lyta.

And we finally got the cargo lifts operating
at 100 percent capacity.

Ms. Connelly expects the backlog
should be cleared in a couple of hours.

Good. Good.

So...

...how goes the witch hunt?

Bester's people have almost all
the rogue telepaths in custody.

We figure there's maybe a half dozen left,
plus the leader.

They should have them
in hand by the end of the day.

Any response from Earth on delaying
turning over the prisoners to Bester?

Negative. And I wouldn't expect one
until after they've already left.

Have Bester's people broken
any station regs?

Roughed anybody up?
Arrested the wrong people?

No. They've kept their noses
so clean you could eat off them.

Not an image I wanted this early
in the morning, but thank you.

Any other reports?
All right, dismissed.

Captain? One thing.

Delenn asked if I'd be willing
to work with her on putting together...

...a medical catalog of the other races.

Genetic diseases, cross-species
infection rates, the whole nine yards.

Well, I hope you said yes.
Sounds like a big deal.

It is. And since it means spending
more time outside of Medlab...

...I figured I'd clear it with you first.

Not a problem. Dr. Hobbs can pick up
any slack should there be an emer...

- Did you say cross-species infection rates?
- Yes. It's not a big problem yet...

...but alien biologies range all over the place.
There's not much common ground...

...but it's been known to happen.
- To humans?

On occasion, yeah.

We have to have a system
of standardizing lengths of quarantine...

...and developing vaccines and...
- Could you put that in writing for me?

Yeah, I guess I could.

Good. Have it on my desk in half an hour
and thank Delenn for the idea.

I gotta go ruin somebody's day.

I was thinking about what you said
the other day...

...about wanting to serve
the Alliance more than you do...

...which is already considerable.
As you may know...

...the cruiser that was going
to take Londo back to Centauri Prime...

...was sabotaged and destroyed.
He has many enemies in the royal court.

He has many enemies everywhere.
It's what he does best.

If we lose the Centauri,
we lose one of our most important allies.

So we cannot allow anything
to happen to him.

I agree. He should have
a bodyguard assigned to him...

...at all times while he is there.
Someone we can rely on...

...someone we can trust.

Someone strong...

Strong enough to...

You can't be serious.

Just think what a symbol it would make.

To have a Narn guarding the life
of a Centauri.

Well, yes, it would mean my people
will now have two targets...

...to shoot at instead of just the one.
- Or they will learn from your example.

The Alliance is about learning
to overcome our distrust...

...and form a new community.

- Can you think of a better symbol?
- No, and I'm trying, believe me.

You would naturally have
to accompany him on all state business...

...and be there to guard him in the palace,
in the royal court.

A Narn in the Centauri royal court?

It is a curiously satisfying image, Delenn.

Yes, it is.

All right, Delenn, I accept,
if only to see their faces. Thank you.

This is the greatest challenge of my life.

Why I'm thanking you for that,
I don't know, but there it is.

Thank you.

Captain.
You'll be pleased to know we're finished.

The prisoners have been located
and arrested...

...and will be on the next shuttle out.
- Good. Good.

I can't wait to get them out of here.
Unfortunately, there has been a complication.

What complication?

These telepaths have been traveling
around for upwards of three, four years.

They've been in and out
of every federation in the cluster.

To planets that aren't even on the charts.

They're drifters.
It goes with the territory.

I understand, but we can't turn them over
to your custody...

...until they've had a full medical workup.

We have to make sure
they're not carrying viruses.

You can't be serious.

"Earth Alliance medical routine,
number 725IT7."

Dr. Franklin just hit me with the paperwork
a couple of hours ago.

"No interstellar traveler who's been
in unknown space...

...shall be allowed within Earth-controlled
space until after a 60-day quarantine period."

I have to follow the rules,
Mr. Bester, same as you.

So you're saying...

...I can't take them?

I'm saying you can't take them now.

Look, I'm just as distressed
over this as you are.

Come back in 60 days,
and they're all yours.

Let me at least take him.

I wish I could, but I can't.

Look, I'm on your side here.

I've worked with you,
now I'm asking you to work with me.

- Just for a little while.
- I want your personal guarantee...

...you won't let them go.
You'll keep them in custody.

- Especially this one.
- You have it.

They will not be allowed to leave Babylon 5.
I'll put it in writing if you like.

All right.

As a down payment on what I hope will be
a long and rewarding relationship...

...l'll wait the 60 days.

I've waited this long,
another month or two won't matter.

Just keep an eye on them, captain.

Don't trust them for a second...

...because, sooner or later,
they will turn on you.

You know all about that,
don't you, Byron?

See you in 60 days.

Wait until their ship has left, then leave
the key to the cell where they can find it.

Then turn your back for, say, 10 minutes.

I have just stuck my neck out for you.
I don't like doing it...

...but I had my orders.

I've gotten you a 60-day reprieve.
That's all I could do. That's all I had to do.

After 60 days,
maybe we'll figure out something. If not...

I understand. Thank you.

And one more thing:

Now that I've promised him that you
or your people will not leave the station...

...l, too, am stuck with that promise,
and so are you.

Get on over to Medlab
and have Dr. Franklin have a look at you.

I will.

After the rest of my people are freed.

Good day.

- He's an interesting man.
- He's a martyr.

I've seen it before.
We had a guy on lo just like him.

Real charismatic.

Got this whole movement
going around him.

There's nothing more appealing
than knowing someone will die for you.

And nothing more dangerous.

G'Kar?

You've assigned G'Kar as my bodyguard?

Yes. I think your generosity
in working with him...

...will be an excellent symbol of unity
for all the races who have joined the Alliance.

- A symbol.
- Yes.

- Did you try this line on G'Kar?
- I did.

- And did it work?
- Completely.

Great Maker.

All right, all right, Delenn. But mark
my word, this is going to be trouble.

Everything of value is, Londo.

Have a good flight.

I want the aisle seat.

Oh, no, no. You sit on the inside.
I want the aisle.

If you sit on the aisle,
I cannot protect you.

But...

...I don't like the inside. It's too cramped.
I become nauseous.

I'll make sure they have a supply
of space sickness bags.

- Captain?
- Lieutenant, care to join me?

I'm having a quick bite before I crash.

No, I ate something a little while ago.

I just wanted to say that I heard
how you handled the telepath problem.

- That was good thinking.
- Adequate.

Solves the immediate problem,
but that's all I had to do.

I learned that on my last command.

You don't have
to solve every problem all at once.

Problems are solved in pieces.

If you're on the seventh floor of a burning
building, you can die or jump out the window.

Once you're out the window,
you're alive for another two seconds...

...during which time you figure out
the solution to the next problem. And so on.

But this telepath problem,
it's gonna take me a while to unravel.

Well, you did the right thing.
That's what matters.

I hope so. I really do.

But to tell you the truth...

...I get this nagging suspicion
that maybe Bester was right.

This thing will blow up in our face.
It worries me.

I also have this nagging feeling
that I'm forgetting something.

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Good night, captain.

Good night, lieutenant.

Oh, no.

- Lochley to Security.
- Security here.

I said, let me the hell out of here!

- You can release Mr. Garibaldi now.
- About time!

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