All language subtitles for Babylon 5 (1993) [BluRay T.C.S box] - The Gathering

I was there at the dawn of
the Third Age of mankind.

It began in the Earth year 2257

with the founding
of the last of the Babylon stations

located deep in neutral space.

It was a port of call for refugees
smugglers, businessmen,

diplomats and travelers
from a hundred worlds.

It could be a dangerous place

but we accepted the risk because Babylon 5
was our last, best hope for peace.

Babylon 5 was a dream given form.

A dream of a galaxy without war,

where species from different worlds
could live side by side in mutual respect.

Babylon 5
was the last of the Babylon stations.

This is its story.

Confirmed, Delta Gamma 9,
you are clear for docking.

Please surrender control of your vessel
to central computer on my mark.

Mark.

- Bring her in. Approach Vector 557.
- Vector 557.

EG-57, final approach to Docking Bay 12B.

- Garibaldi, what's up?
- Looking for the Commander.

We've got someone in Bay 12,

needs his personal clearance
to come aboard.

I tracked him down. Last I heard,
he was checking out a tourist problem.

And no, I don't know what he meant,
so don't ask.

I just hope it works out
better than the last one.

♪ Set me free
Let me breathe... I

I wouldn't.

You know the rules about crossing species.
Stick with the list.

- What are you? A bigot or something?
- No.

But obviously you've never met
an Arnasian before.

After they finish, they eat their mate.

United Space ways Transport,

Delta-Gamma 9 now docking in Bay 7.

Earth Alliance passenger Varner,
cleared for entry.

That's him.

- Commander Sinclair. Lyta Alexander.
- A pleasure.

Welcome to Babylon 5. It's about time
Earth Central sent us a telepath.

Can I see your identicard?

Everything seems to be in order. Thanks.

It's dust all right.
Okay, we do this quiet and by the numbers.

The rules are simple:
no unauthorized mind-scans

and you'll keep a log of all business
dealings you're hired to monitor.

You're cleared for access to the casino,
but gambling is strictly off-limits.

Excuse me.
Can I speak to you for a moment?

Besides,
gambling's never interested me, I...

Shut up. Stay back.

Stay back, or I'll kill her.
Do you hear me?

Wait here.

- What have we got?
- Dust dealer. Small timer.

Tried to smuggle the stuff in here.
You think we can take him out?

No, it's too crowded,
someone will get caught in the crossfire.

I'll talk to him,
but get a backup team outside, stat.

Move!

I'm coming out.

I'm unarmed.

Put the gun down.

This isn't going to work.

There's only one way in or out
of Babylon 5, back the way you came.

You get past me, where do you go then?

You made a mistake.
But no one's been hurt yet.

Let her go and I'll guarantee
you safe passage off this station.

- Why should I trust you?
- Because I gave you my word.

And because, right now, five marksmen
are taking up position outside.

Take her out of here

and they'll burn you
right down to the ground.

It's your choice.

See that he gets to his ship, Garibaldi.

And two things.

One: no weapons or dust
allowed on Babylon 5.

Two: we've logged your ship's ID.

If you ever come within 50 klicks
of this station again,

we'll blow you out of the sky.

Come on, I'll show you to your quarters.

Lieutenant Commander Takashima!

I understand that the supply ship
sent by my government

- is not being allowed to dock.
- That's correct.

They won't submit to a weapons search.

- This is outrageous!
- You know the regs, Ambassador G'Kar.

Scanning is the only way
to make sure no weapons get on board.

Except those belonging to
the Earth Alliance, of course.

The Narn regime is dedicated to peace.

So in that case, being the peace-loving
Narns we've all come to know and love

except for a few planets out on the fringe
who say you've invaded them,

they shouldn't mind being scanned now,
should they?

This will, of course,
be reported to the highest authority.

Fair enough.

But as far as I'm concerned,

they can sit out there
for the next solar year.

If it makes you feel any better,
I could send them a fruit basket.

Your quarters are in Red 5.
We can cut through the Alien sector here.

Are you set?

Follow me.

Since Babylon 5
functions mainly as a free port,

our living quarters are set up
to handle every possible form of life.

We can customize the atmosphere,

even adjust the rotation
of some sectors to vary the gravity.

Very impressive.

I've heard that all four alien governments
have ambassadors here.

Almost. The fourth arrives in two days.

They work as an advisory council,

like the UN on Earth
before it was dissolved.

Your quarters are that way.
Turn to the right.

Good luck.

One last thing, commander.

Why is it called Babylon 5?

Babylons 1, 2 and 3
were sabotaged and destroyed.

Number 4 vanished without a trace
24 hours after becoming operational.

To this day,
no one knows what happened to it.

Swell.

We've been out of contact
with Ambassador Kosh

ever since his ship left Vorlon space
eight days ago.

Based on his last-known position,
he should be here in about 48 hours.

You spoke to him? Video or audio?

Audio only. He said he was
having problems with the vid.

Mysterious as ever.

- Security analysis?
- Inconclusive.

Earth Central sent me everything they have
on the Vorlons, and it's not much.

To date, no human has ever seen a Vorlon.

- What about medical?
- The same.

Their diplomatic office
sent me just enough data

for the environmental control and no more.

Bio-maintenance here is still adjusting
the atmosphere for his living quarters.

Pretty thick stuff.

High level of methane, sulfur, CO2.

What about their psychology?
Customs? Social order?

How far they go on the first date?

All right, we'll play it by ear.

When Ambassador Kosh arrives,
we'll finally have representatives

from all four of the major
alien governments on board.

This is what we've been working toward
from day one.

Let's not mess it up now.

- Yes.
- Message, Commander.

Ambassador Delenn needs to see you.
She says she's in the garden.

On my way.

Now entering Green Level. Please stand by.

Ambassador Delenn.

I've seen you here before.

Almost every other day.

If you don't mind my asking, what...

Notice the waves,
each moving in its own order.

Predictable. Unchanging.

But drop in a single stone
and see how the pattern changes.

Everything around it is altered.

This is from your world?

It's a Japanese stone garden.

Since we need so much land for
hydroponic crops and oxygen reclamation,

setting this aside was tough.

One of the designers called it
"a pool for Zen skinny-dipping."

- All you can do is think about doing it.
- I am glad it is here.

On my world there are books,
thousands of pages,

about the power of one mind
to change the universe.

But none say it as clearly as this.

In two days, Ambassador Kosh arrives.

I look forward to meeting a Vorlon.

I've heard much about them
that is strange.

Such as?

- Do you not have files on the Vorlons?
- Absolutely. Very large files.

There's nothing in them, of course.

- How much do you have?
- More than you, it would seem.

Naturally, it's all classified.

Naturally.

Here is a copy of everything I have.

It may be of use.

If anyone asks,

say it fell from the sky.

I imagine I will be quite astonished
by this breach of security.

Why?

The war between us
has been over for almost ten years

but there are still people on either side
who'd hang both of us for this kind of...

Commander.

You know everything
about your stone garden

but clearly you have not spent
nearly enough time looking at it.

Good day.

What is it?

We've got an energy surge
at the jump point.

Impossible. There aren't any more
ships due until... Put it on screen.

Vortex active. Confirm incoming ship.

Damn. That's a Vorlon ship, all right.

Ambassador Kosh. Two days early.

I was afraid
he'd pull something like this.

Security isn't ready, we're not in place

and all because he wants to play
mysterious and catch us off guard.

Get me the Commander. Fast.
And let's hope nothing else goes wrong.

- About time.
- Sorry. I was delayed.

Patch incoming signal.
Full audio and video decode.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I thought you weren't due back
in this sector for another week.

Yeah. Haggling with the Centauri
is always a slow process.

Until you explain,
unless payment is made promptly

their merchandise will be dumped
into space and fired into the sun.

- Not exactly fair-market bargaining.
- I was in a hurry.

- I didn't think you'd report me.
- We'll discuss that later.

- I'm glad you're back. When do you dock?
- One hour and 40 minutes.

Just in time for the reception.
I'll tell you about it when you arrive.

Actually, I was thinking about
something a little more intimate.

On my way, I picked up
some carnelian bed sheets.

They're supposed to be
completely frictionless.

See you in one and forty.

Lieutenant Commander Takashima.

About our supply ship,
I have reconsidered.

With the new ambassador about to arrive,
this is hardly a time for petty squabbles.

I have told our captain
to submit to your weapons search.

That's great.

Since you doubtless have your hands full,

our captain will wait until after
the ambassador's ship has docked.

- Is that satisfactory?
- Yes. Yes, it is.

- Are you feeling all right, ambassador?
- Couldn't be better.

See you at the reception, then.
Good eating to you, lieutenant commander.

Yes! And now we need a nine.
And now we need a nine, yes?

We're going to play...

Ambassador.

Londo.

No! What? Not now, please.
I'm busy. Go away.

I'll take two and roll for the balance.

And, come on, now.

There, you see? It's your fault.

You're bad luck.
I've always said that about him.

Now, come on, go. You're a security chief.

Shouldn't you be out securing something?

- Strike.
- I am.

I'm securing you.
The new ambassador arrived early.

Commander wants to make sure
you'll be in the welcoming party.

Mr. Garibaldi, I'm a very busy man.

Take three, no roll.

Eight, ten, seven, no strike, sir.

House wins again.

No, goddamn!

Well, that's it.

And it's too bad.

I had almost finished
working out my new system.

Just a few more credits and I...

Wait, Garibaldi.
My good, close friend, Garibaldi.

No. No, you don't. Not again.

- Lend me your support, your good cheer.
- My wallet?

Come on, Garibaldi.

I know there's an adventurer

lurking inside that steel shell,
bursting to get out.

I'm confident my system will work.

We'll take them together, side by side,

just like in the old days
when my dear republic moved in

and conquered the entire Beta system
in nine days!

- Did I ever tell you that story?
- Several times.

We came out of the sky,
a veritable cloud of star ships,

and then we fell on them.

- I was in the...
- Londo. Londo! No!

N-O!

Look, I'd love to stay,
but I have things to do.

Now, be a good ambassador and promise
you'll be at Docking Bay 9 in two hours.

- I don't want to have to come and get you.
- I'll be there. I'll be there.

What else have I got to do? I'm broke.

Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing.

This system of yours, it's a sure thing?

My good fellow,
I've worked it out to 15 decimal points.

All it requires
is a little backing, Mr....

- Varner. Varner?

- Del Varner.
- Del Varner.

- Two Benaris is what you'll need.
- No.

This looks fine. We can deposit
the down payment in 24 solar hours.

But we need to take possession of
the spare parts no later than the 15th.

- Can you deliver by then?
- Absolutely. No problem.

The 22nd.

He's thinking he can't deliver
any sooner than the 22nd.

He figures once he has the contract,
you can take a flying...

That's what I meant to say. The 22nd.

- Unacceptable.
- But wait, we...

We can make the 15th.

It's just that I'd have to pay
the workers more,

but that would cut my profits in half.

He's telling the truth.

Better half of something
than all of nothing.

Done. See you on the 15th.

Thank you again for your services.

Someday I am going to find the guy

that thought up the idea
of renting telepaths to businessmen,

and I am going to kill him.

Funny, I just knew
you were going to say that.

- Lyta Alexander?
- Yes?

Ambassador G'Kar, of the Narn regime.

- May I speak to you for a moment?
- Of course.

When I learned of your arrival,
I ran a genetics scan of your records.

Most impressive.
A sixth-generation telepath.

It goes back further than that,

but that's when Earth Central
started keeping track

of people with Psi capability.

We have no telepaths among my people.
A genetic oversight, I suppose.

One which you could help correct.

I am empowered
to compensate you quite handsomely

for your genetic background.

The process would be either
a direct mating, you and I,

or the donation of vital cells
from which we could clone a replicant.

Yes, obviously the cloning
is less efficient,

since we have to grow the clone

so payment would have to be
proportionately smaller.

And we'd still have to fuse your genes
with ours and that would take even longer.

The direct mating
is far more cost-effective.

Now, would you prefer to be conscious
or unconscious during the mating?

I would prefer conscious,
but I don't know what your...

pleasure threshold is.

Confirmed, ambassador,
you are clear for docking.

Please surrender control of your vessel
to central computer, on my mark.

Mark.

Commander, the Vorlon ship
is on approach to Bay 9.

On my way.

Status report.

Momentary power loss.
Re-routing to secondary power supply.

Time-delay factor: 2.3 minutes.

Please, stand by.

Sorry, there was a problem with the tube.
Did you get Londo?

He was supposed to meet me right here.
The others are in the reception area.

Station alert.

Notify security.

Get the doors open.

My God.

Be careful, Michael.

That's an environment suit.
He can't take our atmosphere.

Open it here and the air will kill him.

Could be dead already,
I can't tell through this thing.

Get Ben, tell him we have a med alert.
Get the iso-lab ready, fast.

On my way.

Damn.

- How much longer?
- We're almost there.

If the atmosphere mix isn't right,

we'll kill him
as soon as we crack that suit.

Approaching nominal density.

As soon as it's pressurized,
I'm going in.

Maybe not.

We got a reply
from the Vorlon high command.

They insist that the
ambassador's encounter suit

cannot be removed for security reasons.

But that's insane.

They don't want us seeing what's inside.

- They'd rather let him die than...?
- I'm afraid so.

No, we haven't come this far
to watch it all fall apart.

Jeff, I'm warning you,
they're deadly serious about security.

We'll give them security.

Ben, as a doctor,
you're bound by a vow of confidentiality

and that's good enough for me.

For the rest, kill the monitors.
Stop all data-recording.

I don't want any record
of what goes on in there.

- Jeff.
- I take full responsibility.

Just do what you have to, Ben.

Good luck.

And I hope you're wrong.

Wrong about what?

We were talking the other day
about how nobody's seen a Vorlon before

and he said that, according to legend,
one human did see a Vorlon.

He turned to stone.

Well, it's just a legend.

- Probably.
- Probably.

There must be a way.

Some means, some...

- But you still don't know what happened.
- Not yet, senator.

Dr. Kyle's been able to stabilize
the ambassador's condition,

but until we know
the cause of his problem,

there's a very good chance he could die.

Let's hope not.

The Vorlon government
finds it very suspicious

that he was out of his ship
less than a minute

when he suddenly fell ill.

No one's talking about retaliation yet,

but if this is anything
other than natural illness,

or if anyone did anything to him
this could escalate fast.

Who's handling the investigation?

My security chief, Michael Garibaldi.

Is that wise?

I was opposed to you bringing him on
in the first place.

He's been bounced from one station
to another for years.

I don't know if he's up to
an investigation on this scale.

I have every confidence
in Mr. Garibaldi, senator.

I hope you're right.

Keep me informed, Jeff.
Earth Central, out.

Sorry you had to hear that.

Old news.

So, what's the program?

I need you to find out where everyone was
during the five-minute period

between the time the ambassador docked
and we found him.

I've cleared you
for full diplomatic access.

That'll make things easier.

I'll start with Londo.
He didn't meet us outside the docking bay.

I want to know why.

Good. And check the transport tube.

It malfunctioned and kept me from
getting to Bay 9 until it was too late.

It may be just a coincidence, but...

I'm on it.

One other suggestion,
you've been up almost 36 hours.

Better get some rest while you can.

I've got a hunch
it's going to get hot down the road.

I let myself in.

You really should change
your access code more often.

Carolyn. God, I'm sorry. I forgot.
I was going to meet your ship...

If what I heard is true, I understand.

Is it true?

Depends.

- How bad is what you heard?
- Pretty bad.

Then it's true.

- This isn't a good time.
- I know.

Let me make it better.

Confirmed presence of foreign compound.

Type: unknown. Prognosis: terminal.

Ben.

I've just finished
my test on the ambassador.

It took longer than I expected.

Even for an alien,
this one is pretty alien.

But from the results...
Jeff, it looks like poison.

Can you counteract it?

Not without knowing which poison was used.

There's probably enough concentrated
at the point where it entered his body

for us to be able to make a match.

But so far, I still don't know
how the poison got into his system.

What's your prognosis?

Life signs are dropping
five percent every hour.

If we can't find out what happened,

the ambassador will be dead
in less than 24 hours.

All right. Keep me informed.

- Security.
- Security here.

This is Commander Jeffrey Sinclair.

We have confirmation
of an attempted assassination.

As authorized
under Earth Alliance regulations,

I'm hereby sealing off the station.

As of now,
no one enters or leaves Babylon 5.

Why won't you accept the facts?

Who was the only one of us missing from
the welcome party when Kosh arrived?

Londo Mollari.

And why would the Centauri Republic
want to kill Ambassador Kosh?

What better way to prop up a fading empire
than to start a war?

They've been trying to join forces
with the Earth Alliance for years.

A mutual enemy
would serve that purpose very well.

And if your assumption is correct
and he is the assassin,

what would you suggest?

An alliance between our governments.

Yours is the oldest
of the five federations.

Ours is the youngest.

Technologically you're centuries
ahead of everyone else.

We have unlimited manpower
and the will to use it.

Can you imagine
what we could achieve together?

I can.

Which is why
it must never be allowed to happen.

Your perceptions are colored
by your history with the Centauri.

As former slaves of that government,

you would seize any opportunity
to raise a force against them.

We were never slaves.

- Our world was invaded, our people...
- The word was ill-chosen.

My apologies.

But my decision stands.

Thank you for coming, ambassador.

I should have known better
than to waste my time.

You're even worse than the Centauri.

They're beyond the dream of conquest.

But you, you had
the Earth Alliance on its knees.

One more stroke
and you would have defeated them.

But you surrendered. Why?

We had our reasons.

On Narn, we heard that the decision
to surrender came from your holy men.

A secret group called the "Grey Council."

Weak, frightened old fools with no vision
or the will to fight, but we...

You are being held
by a force of two gravities.

You will swear, here and now
that you will never again

mention the Grey Council in my presence.

Three gravities.

Six will crush your ribs
to jelly and explode your heart.

Four gravities.

Five.

All right.

I suggest you leave now.

I gave you a chance
for greatness and you threw it away.

Whatever happens now...

let it be on your own head.

What are you shopping for today?

Can I buy you a drink?

- Londo.
- Mr. Garibaldi.

- L1 suppose you heard what happened.
- About the ambassador? Yes, it's a pity.

I suppose there'll be a war now?

All that running around
and shooting at one another.

You would have thought, sooner or later,
it would go out of fashion.

Where were you
when the ambassador's ship was docking?

I don't think I like the tone
of your question, Mr. Garibaldi.

I suggest you remove your hand.

As an ambassador,
I have diplomatic immunity.

Read your treaty.

As of two hours ago,
I've got full diplomatic access.

So like I said, where were you
when the ambassador was docking?

Could I have another, please? The same.

I was in the casino. At the gaming table.

- I thought you were out of money.
- Yes.

A man named Del Varner
offered to cover my bets.

Now there's a criminal,
if you're looking for one.

He promised to back my bets,

then pulled out
after I had run up quite a bill.

He's here if you want to see him.

He's right over there,
in the checked coat.

- Can anyone confirm your story?
- Yes.

The new telepath, Lyta Alexander.

I saw her talking to Varner
shortly after you left. Thank you.

Put it on his tab.

Who'd want to kill the ambassador?

Mr. Garibaldi...

it's a big universe.

If I knew who did it, I would tell you.

I'm not here to make trouble.

Do you know why I am here?

I'm here to grovel
before your wonderful Earth Alliance

in the hopes of attaching ourselves
to your destiny.

Like...

What are those fish called on your planet
that attach themselves to sharks?

- Remoras.
- Yes.

You make very good sharks, Mr. Garibaldi.

We were pretty good sharks ourselves once,

but somehow...

along the way we forgot how to bite.

There was a time
when this whole quadrant belonged to us.

What are we now?

Twelve worlds
and a thousand monuments to past glories,

living off memories and stories...

selling trinkets.

My God, man.

We've become a tourist attraction.

See the great Centauri Republic.

Open 9 to 5, Earth time.

- Anything else?
- No.

Thank you, ambassador.

Nice shark.

Pretty shark.

Babylon Control, request fuel transfer.

Heading for secondary base.

Yes.

Ben. Come on in.

- You look exhausted.
- I am.

I've been taking stims to stay alert.

It's awful stuff.

Well, how about some coffee?

It's fresh. Grounded about an hour ago.

Coffee? Fresh-ground coffee?

- Where on earth... 7?
- Not Earth, here.

I brought along some seedlings

when the station went operational
last year.

Talked one of the hydroponics guys
into setting aside some planters for me.

So I get enough for a couple of pots
every few months.

- But that's...
- Against regs, I know.

The garden is to be used strictly
for grains, fruits and vegetables.

- And if you report me, you can't have any.
- I didn't see a thing.

Laurel...

I've done everything I can for
Ambassador Kosh but he's slipping away.

He'll die unless we find out
what happened in that air lock.

I know.

But all monitors were turned off

on the insistence
of the Vorlon government.

No one saw what happened.

No?

One person knows exactly what happened.

Ambassador Kosh himself.

No. No, out of the question.

The Vorlons would
never allow Kosh to be scanned.

- They'd rather let him die first.
- That's why we won't tell them.

- Does the commander know...?
- No, I've not mentioned this to him.

So if we screw up, it's only on our heads.

Which will end up
on a silver platter, right?

Do you know what my first job was,
straight out of Earth force training?

Mars colony security.

- Right before the food riots.
- I heard about that.

Tough place.

Wasn't there a scandal,
something about kickbacks?

If you wanted a promotion,
you had to pay off the sector captain.

I refused.

So they let me rot.
Refused to let me out of my contract.

So I started breaking the rules,

putting everyone's safety at risk
because I just didn't care anymore.

When Jeff came in,

he promised that if I'd stop
feeling sorry for myself and fight

within the rules,
he'd make sure I got promoted.

He kept his promise.

I haven't broken the rules
in a long time, doctor.

So I guess I'm about due.

Count me in.

Thanks.

I can't think of anyone I'd rather have
alongside when we face court-martial.

Not so fast.

We still have to talk her into it.

And I have a feeling it won't be easy.

Do you know what the penalties are
for unauthorized mind-scans

without a court order
or permission from next of kin?

- I could be thrown out of the Psi Corps.
- We understand your concerns.

Do you?

It takes years
to train for a P5 classification

and half of those who try
burn out or end up vegetables.

- I'm not going to throw all that away.
- Lyta.

If the ambassador dies,
the Vorlons will retaliate.

This station
is their first logical target.

If I were in their position,

I'd have a cruiser waiting in hyperspace
right now, just waiting to attack us.

Thousands would die, and after us,
who knows how many more?

- Is that what you want?
- No. Of course not.

- That's not fair.
- No, it's not.

But that's what we're stuck with.

No one can force you to do this, Lyta.

It has to be your choice.

If I do this, if I do...

What are the odds
he'll remember the contact?

He's so far out of it...

I don't think he'll have any memory
of your scan.

- But you're not sure.
- No.

So, what have you got?

A few things that don't add up,
but nothing firm yet.

Turns out one alibi I checked out
doesn't hold up.

Whose?

Yours.

The tube's access record

shows no indication of the malfunction
you mentioned.

That's impossible.

Unless someone altered the computer
records or there was no malfunction.

What do you think?

I don't know yet. But I will.

One thing's for sure,
knowing your work,

I'd hate for us to end up
on opposite sides of an investigation.

So would I, commander.

So would I.

Life Support, this is CNC.

We're registering a .001 drop
in oxygen pressure

outside Blue 5, Level B.

Can you send a maintenance bot
to check it out?

Will do. Life Support, out.

When I get inside, it's subjective.

I'll feel what he felt,
but I'll see my body, not his.

This could get rough.

I can't see him
through this encounter suit.

Trust me, it's better this way.

Just do what you can.

I can't get through.
This suit must be shielded.

Is there any way to intensify contact?

Yeah, there is.

Here goes.

Okay.

There's something in there.

Feelings...

Ambassador Kosh.

Welcome to Babylon 5.

Get her out, right now!

Come on.

Over here. Bring her over here.

Easy. Easy, here.

Can you hear me?

Fight your way clear.

You're okay. Come on.

There was poison.

Poison in a skin tab

in his right hand.

On the back, just below the wrist.

The poison is there.

Who did it, Lyta?
Who poisoned the ambassador?

He did.

He's the one.

He tried to kill the ambassador.

I saw it! I saw it!

Life support to Central.
Confirming launch of maintenance bot.

Beginning hull-integrity survey.
Will transmit results upon completion.

Commander, you wanted to see us?

We're getting a signal from Earth Central.
Ultraviolet priority.

- Doesn't sound good.
- How much do they know?

Just that a witness has come forth
and identified the commander.

How's Ambassador Kosh doing?

Thanks to the information
we got from Lyta,

we've been able to locate the poison
and analyze the residue.

We're working on a counter-agent now.

Commander Sinclair.

In the last hour,

I have been in communication
with the Vorlon government.

Since you're, um, well, a suspect,

they've asked that the investigation
be taken out of your hands

for reasons of conflict of interest.

The Advisory Council will convene
immediately to consider the situation.

I understand.

Lieutenant Commander Takashima,
you'll take Commander Sinclair's place.

With all due respect, senator, I object.
This entire situation is...

Laurel, this is difficult for all of us

but I ask that you set aside
your personal feelings

and consider the best interest
of the station.

All right. I'll do my best.

Jeff, once the Council gets into this,

there's nothing we can do without
compromising the neutrality of Babylon 5.

We can't let that happen.

I understand, senator.
Thank you for telling me yourself.

Babylon 5, out.

That's it?

- You're going to let them do this?
- I have my reasons.

You can't expect us to stand here
and do nothing while they railroad you.

I expect you to do this by the numbers.

The safety of Babylon 5 is more important
than any one member of her crew.

Am I clear?

Varner. Del Varner.
It's me, Eric. Remember?

Dr. Kyle, you were present with
the party when the ambassador arrived

and you can confirm Commander Sinclair
was not present, correct?

That is correct.
He was delayed in the transport tube.

But according to
your own chief of security,

the tube records do not reflect this.
Why is that?

- I don't know.
- Doctor, if I may...

We have heard that there was a witness.
Is this true?

Yes and no.

The information is secondhand
and may or may not be admissible.

The witness thinks it may
have been the commander, but...

Why are you withholding
the name of the witness, Dr. Kyle?

The witness requested anonymity
for the time being.

If this should go to trial,
that would, of course, change.

I see.

Given that the information about the
location of the poison proved accurate,

it seems strange that
you'd question the rest of the story.

Ambassador Mollari,
do you have any questions?

No, not at this time. Thank you.

One last thing, doctor.

You said you were finally
able to analyze the poison.

What kind was it?

Fluorozyne.

It's pretty rare.

It only comes from one system
that I'm aware of.

The Damocles sector.

Were you aware that the commander's woman

recently returned from a trading
expedition to the Damocles sector?

- Just a minute!
- Commander...

And that her ship, the Ulysses,

docked at this station 20 minutes
before the attempted assassination?

Damn it, leave Carolyn out of this!

No further questions.

Okay, you're saying you don't believe

what Lyta Alexander saw
in the ambassador's mind.

- Based on what?
- I don't trust telepaths.

Never have, never will.

Who knows what she really saw?

I've seen her a lot with Del Varner,

the one who kept Londo
from attending the reception.

- So?
- So I checked with Earth Central.

It turns out Varner's got
a criminal record going back five years.

He's been indicted three times
in the last year for tech-running.

Take a look.

All these indictments
are from the Earth Alliance court.

Smuggling forbidden technology
from the Vega system,

- same again from the Proxima system.
- Exactly.

The minute he sets foot on Babylon 5,

he's in Earth jurisdiction
and subject to arrest.

Why would he take that kind of risk?

There would have to be
something major at stake.

And something else.

Varner promised to back Londo's bets
at the casino, then backed out.

But Varner does a lot of business
with the Centauri Republic.

Why risk alienating his clientele
by burning Londo?

For that matter,
why promise to back Londo at all?

Tech-runners aren't noted for generosity.

No, and apparently
Varner's been heavily in debt.

He couldn't have paid Londo's debts
if he'd wanted to.

It just doesn't add up.

I don't know how he fits in yet,

but I'll bet you 100 credits
he's involved.

Then I think it's about time
you had a little talk with Mr. Varner.

Ambassador Mollari.

I'd like to discuss your vote with you.

The Babylon 5 Advisory Council
is hereby reconvened.

Recorders are activated?

Ambassador G'Kar,
you wish to make a motion?

Commander Sinclair is a respected member
of the Earth Alliance and of this Council.

The idea that he may have been involved
with the attempted murder

of Ambassador Kosh
is repellent to everyone here.

Granted, there is a history of animosity
between some of our member races.

Granted, Commander Sinclair personally
took part in the recent Earth-Minbari war.

- Granted...
- Ambassador.

Yes, of course.

I believe that
it is inappropriate for this council

to act as judge and jury in this matter.

We are not a court and we do not
have all the facts before us.

May I humbly suggest that
we decline jurisdiction in this matter.

This is more properly
a matter for a true court of law.

A court of law such as that
on the Vorlon homeworld.

After all, the crime committed
was against their ambassador.

I therefore move

that Commander Sinclair be remanded
for transport to the Vorlon homeworld,

along with whatever witnesses and evidence
has been accumulated.

There to stand trial
on the charge of attempted murder.

Ambassador!

Unless it is in the interest
of the Earth Alliance

to try and cover up the facts.

If that is the case,
then Babylon 5 is a fraud!

A motion stands before this council.
It must be voted upon.

As the duly appointed representative
of the Narn regime, I vote yes.

What do the rest of you have to say?

The Earth Alliance votes no.

Ambassador Delenn?

The Minbari Federation...

abstains.

Ambassador?

The Centauri Republic...

votes yes.

Deadlock, ambassador.

Two in favor, two opposed or abstaining.

But there is a fifth vote
to be heard from.

2 hours ago, I communicated my intentions
to the leaders of the Vorlon Empire.

They reached a decision on the matter

and asked me to cast their vote
on their behalf.

They vote yes,

to convey Commander Sinclair
to their world for trial.

Which makes the vote three to two.
The motion is passed.

Deportation is to take place
within 12 hours. Good day.

Del Varner?

This is Security Chief Michael Garibaldi.
I'd like to talk to you.

Sorry. Access system is non-functional.

Come on in. Check around.

- I'll take the back, you take the bedroom.
- Got it.

All clear in the back.

Over here.

DNA pattern checks out, Jeff.
It's Del Varner, all right.

Any idea when it happened?

I'll have an exact time of death
for you in about an hour.

Someone's trying to cover their tracks
and dead-end the investigation.

- Varner was the key to the whole thing.
- What about his personal effects?

I've got my people
going over the place now.

I'm not holding out any hope, though.

What about Ambassador Kosh?

Once I knew which poison
we were dealing with,

I checked around and there
is a counter-agent to the poison.

We have some?

No, but we got something close.

I'm in the process of altering
the molecular structure of the compound

so it'll serve the same function.

- How long?
- Six, maybe seven hours.

I thought you said Kosh
only had another 10 hours left.

I did.

Don't make any mistakes, Ben.

Damn it. Maybe they were right.

Maybe you got the wrong man
for this job, after all.

With Varner gone,
I don't even know where to start.

Maybe you ought to turn this over
to somebody else.

You're talking to the wrong person.

I'm scheduled to be shipped off
to the Vorlon homeworld.

Michael, I picked you
because you're right for the job.

You're not politic.

You're not subtle
and sometimes you're a pain in the ass.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Do what you have to.
Just nail whoever's responsible.

Come.

- Ambassador, I...
- You are upset.

Of course I'm upset.

Damn it, Delenn,
how can you do this to him?

- I have done nothing.
- You've got that right.

You didn't do a thing to stop Jeff from
being sent to the Vorlon world for trial.

You didn't even vote in his favor
at the council meeting.

- You abstained.
- I did not have all the facts.

- I still lack some of the...
- What you lack is a conscience.

I thought Jeff was your friend.

After all he's done here for you,
for the station,

the one time he needed you,
you just walked away.

I'm sorry.

I can do nothing else.

I have my orders
on the matter of Commander Sinclair.

I'm here strictly to observe.

Observe what?

It's me.

No oxygen mask?

Gill implants.

- Painful to use but...
- But efficient.

Precisely.

There's been a complication. Come.

- Lieutenant Commander.
- What is it?

We lost contact with a maintenance bot

we sent to check on a drop in
oxygen pressure in Blue 5, Level B.

- Cause?
- Unknown.

All right, get a repair crew out there,
find out what's going on.

Mr. Garibaldi.

I don't know what to say.

You know I have the greatest respect
for your Commander Sinclair.

You sure have a funny way
of showing it, ambassador.

Yes, the vote.

I can see why you'd be upset by that.
But I didn't know.

You see, G'Kar came to me
to discuss my vote?

You just went along with somebody

who'd love to put you
and every other Centauri on a spit

- and roast the whole bunch of you?
- I had no choice.

Back home our position, status,

all that we have
is based on family history.

G'Kar offered me an exchange.

My cooperation in return for evidence

showing that during our rule
of the Narn homeworld

certain atrocities
were committed by my grandfather.

- You didn't know about this?
- Of course I knew.

But what's done is done.
Why bring it up now?

The point is, no one else back home knows.

And if it were to get out...

I couldn't let that happen.

For what it's worth,
Mr. Garibaldi, I'm sorry.

I didn't think my cooperation
would do him any good.

Two votes for shipping Sinclair off,
two against, a deadlock.

I had no idea
he'd contacted the Vorlon homeworld.

And if you had known?

Would you have done anything different?

No.

No, I'm afraid not.

Your Commander Sinclair is a good man.
I would hate to lose him.

This is my weakness.

My failure.

And I'm sorry.

Truly sorry.

Londo.

Thanks.

On second thought,
maybe I'd better come back later.

No, wait.

I'm sorry.

Damn it, Carolyn.

Give me a ship, turn me loose with
nobody at risk but myself, that's fine.

If I get in trouble,
I'll stay and fight it out. But here...

- I can't.
- Why?

- Because I'm supposed to represent Earth.
- And Earthers don't fight?

Jeff.

You wear that commander's badge
like you're afraid you'll break it.

Okay, yes,
you're supposed to speak for Earth.

You're supposed to be polite
and diplomatic.

That doesn't mean
letting them crucify you.

If you want to throw something,

throw it at the bastards at Earth Central
who tossed you to the wolves.

Jeff...

This medal...

You were on the Line?

And you never told me?

The biggest battle
of the Earth-Minbari war

and you never told me?

I didn't want to talk about it.

Why?

I was squad team leader
when the call came in.

We all knew it was a suicide mission.

The Minbari had broken through,
and were closing in.

Every ship we had left
was ordered to circle Earth.

Stay in formation.

We had to stop them.

Hold the line.
No one gets through, no matter what.

No matter what it cost.

They came at us out of nowhere.

We never had a chance.

The sky was full of stars
and every star an exploding ship.

One of ours.

My team was blown out of the sky
in less than a minute.

I'm sorry.

I managed to take out a fighter
before they hit my stabilizers.

I was losing power. I'd lost my team.

If I'm going out,
I'm taking you bastards with me!

And I figured if I was going to die
I'd take some of them with me.

So I targeted one of their heavy cruisers.

Hit my afterburners.
I was going to ram them head-on.

Target main cruisers,
set for full thrust and ram.

The last thing I remember
is hurtling toward that cruiser.

Filling my screen, big...

my God, so big.

Then something passed in front of my eyes.

I guess I blacked out
from the acceleration.

When I came to 24 hours later,
the cruiser was gone.

I checked in.

They told me the war was over.

The Minbari had surrendered.

- Because of the Line.
- No. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

We were beaten.

We didn't stop them,
they stopped themselves.

And I wish to hell I knew why.

When we got back to Earth
everybody treated us like heroes.

But we were frauds.

Jeff, you are not a fraud.

Anyone with enough guts to go on the Line
doesn't have to prove anything.

Didn't you hear me?

My whole team was wiped out.

I can't let that happen again.

Is that what this is about, Jeff?

Are you going along with this
out of guilt?

Because you think
history is repeating itself?

- I have a responsibility.
- To lead.

Your team chose to go on the Line.

And we chose to come here.

Our decision. And our risk.

Not yours.

If you want to stay and fight this,
we're with you.

Just do what you think is right.

- Where are you going?
- To get some answers.

Dr. Kyle.

I just don't understand.

I thought I'd stop by
and see how the ambassador was doing.

Definite progress.

The counter-agent seems to be working.

If we can keep his condition stable
for the next few hours,

he may have a chance.

That's extraordinary.

Lyta, you saw Del Varner at the casino
after the Ambassador was attacked, right?

- Isn't that what I said?
- Yes, you did.

And Garibaldi said the same thing.

But that's what's so extraordinary.

According to the autopsy of Varner's body,
he's been dead for nearly 36 hours.

Meaning you and Garibaldi saw a dead man
at the casino. That's...

What are you doing? Stop, you'll kill...

Lyta, are you okay?

Ben, the ambassador?

I think I got to him in time.

Now, will someone please tell me
what the hell is going on around here?

Commander,
we've neutralized the intruder vessel.

We're bringing it in.

Watch your step, commander.

Repair crew found this stuck
to the hull at Blue 5, Level B.

It destroyed a maintenance bot,
investigating a drop in oxygen pressure.

Almost took out the repair crew
before they could disable it.

Looks like a transport of some kind.

My guess is someone used it
to fasten onto the hull

and burn through into the station.

- How many could've come through?
- It's only big enough for one.

I've got crews checking every inch
of the hull for any more.

But so far, nothing.

Definitely short-range.

Someone had to bring this here
and drop it off outside the station.

Otherwise there'd be a ship
floating outside with no one in it.

Exactly.

Meaning someone on the station
is providing support.

Yeah.

One other thing,
maintenance found another body.

Where?

Stuffed into an access panel
in the transport tube.

Environment tech named Hazeltine.

Ben says he'd been dead at least 16 hours

but according to a couple of co-workers,
they saw him just recently.

Sinclair.

Commander, I'm in Del Varner's quarters.

You and Garibaldi better get down here.
There's something you should see.

On our way.

We were finally able
to crack Varner's access code.

He was a tech-runner, transporting
forbidden technology across systems.

His last job took him to
the Antares sector for a Changeling net.

The ultimate in camouflage.

It sets up a holographic field that can be
adjusted to project a false image.

And that's what Kosh saw
in the docking bay.

Not the commander,
but someone made to look like him.

Pretty neat trick.

An expensive and very dangerous trick.

Changeling nets are outlawed
in every civilized sector.

Prolonged exposure to an energy field
that intense and unstable can be fatal.

And our little pal
has been using it constantly.

A system like this
would have to put out a lot of energy.

Laurel, can you recalibrate
the station's external sensors

to scan for energy sources
inside the station?

- We can try.
- Good, do so. We'll be along shortly.

We have to stop at Security.
There's a few things I want to pick up.

- Security's standing by.
- What's the situation?

We're closing the final relays now
and switching over to a new program.

- Got it.
- All right.

Filter out all known energy sources,
life support, utilities, defense grid.

- Any energy that we're putting out.
- On it.

Compensate for ambient
heat energy from the solar collectors.

Coming up. Here it is.

- Got it.
- Where is it?

- Red 12.
- Come on, come on.

- Level 7A.
- All right, seal off the area.

I'm taking care of this personally.

- If we need help, we'll link in.
- Wait. Better take a recorder.

The way things are going
you may need a witness.

- Thanks. Let's go.
- Good luck.

We're registering an energy surge
at the jump point.

Frequency matches the Vorlon ship
that came through earlier.

It must be the transport ship, damn.

That's not a transport.

I think the commander's ride is here.

- Status on tracking?
- Ten meters to your right.

It's moving again.

Mike.

There it is.

Damn.

Mike. Mike!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Flak jacket caught most of it.

Go on. I'll catch up. Go.

Danger. Unauthorized access.

- Danger. Unauthorized access.
- Babylon police!

- Get... Okay.
- Yes!

Wait in here. Keep an eye on him.
I'll be all right.

Lieutenant Commander,
the Vorlon captain is demanding

that we turn over Commander Sinclair
for transport.

Stall. Patch into the signal
from the commander's recorder.

If we can broadcast that signal
to the Vorlon ship...

I'm on it.

Unless we turn over the commander,
they'll open fire on the station.

Tell them to get stuffed!
Activate defensive grid.

Screens to maximum.

And get that recorder on-line, now.

Minbari?

Vorlon weapons systems powering up.

They're locking onto us
and preparing to fire.

- Where's that signal?
- On-line, now.

Broadcast. All frequencies.
Let them see what's going on.

Why?

Why did you do it?

There is a hole in your mind.

My God. He's wired.

- Brace for explosion.
- Close pressure doors.

- Seal off this section.
- Not with you inside.

Damn it. Do it!

I gave you an order.

Station's shifting. Hull integrity breach.
We're losing stability.

- Status?
- Fifteen degree rotation.

Station's tearing itself apart
from the inside.

Auto-configuration systems not responding.

Go to manual.
Starboard stabilizers. Ten second burst.

Twelve degree rotation,
ten degree, four, minus two.

- Aft stabilizers, small starboard burst.
- Infrastructure won't handle the strain.

- She'll blow apart.
- Minus six, minus eight.

Mark.

Minus eight, minus five.

Small starboard burst, two and two.
Easy, gentle.

Minus two, minus one, plus two.

Zero. We're back in position.

Damage control, to Blue 7.
Damage control, proceed to Blue 7.

Commander, this breach of security isn't
going to affect my Christmas bonus, is it?

You're all right? Do you need anything?

Coffee. Two sugars. Cream.

And aspirin.

Lots and lots of aspirin.

I wish you could stay.

We just get things calmed down
and you have to go.

My timing always was pretty awful.

My ship's waiting.

You could come with me, Jeff.

We could pool our savings
and buy a bigger ship.

We could blow this place.

I'll think about it.

Don't take too long.

I'll wait...

but not forever.

How's Michael?

Resting in his quarters.
I checked him out pretty thoroughly.

- What about the station?
- Holding together.

I've got a repairs team
working on the breach.

It'll take a few days,
but it's nothing we can't fix.

Good.

You can tell the Vorlons
that Ambassador Kosh is out of critical.

The counter-agent worked
even better than I had hoped.

Commander, may I speak with you?

I studied the record
of your confrontation.

I regret that a Minbari
was responsible for all this sadness.

You can't be responsible for the actions
of every one of your race, Delenn.

No. But there is something I can do.

I recognized the markings on his face

and I was able to determine
who and what he was.

I just received this file
from my government.

A full record of his travels.

I think you will find it most interesting.

So, doctor, just what did you see
when you looked inside that suit?

There are moments in your life
when everything crystallizes

and the whole world reshapes itself
right down to its component molecules.

And everything changes.

I have looked upon the face of a Vorlon,

Laurel...

and nothing is the same anymore.

You wanted to see me, commander?

Just thought you'd like to join me
in a toast, before the reception.

Ambassador G'Kar.

To a fully operational Babylon 5.

To the future.

I'm pleased that the Vorlons
have dropped all charges against you

now that the real culprit has been found.

Have you learned anything more about him?

Yes.

Our would-be assassin
had an interesting background.

He belonged to a branch
of the Minbari warrior caste

who split from their government
after the war.

A warrior caste.

That explains why he would want to disrupt
Babylon 5 and our mutual goal of peace.

I'm surprised you didn't ask
about Del Varner.

I assumed he was simply
another innocent victim.

Not quite.

We checked his ship's logs

and apparently he spent a lot of time
working for your government.

A lucrative business,

running forbidden technology
into Narn space.

His last entry spoke of a big payoff

for bringing a Changeling net
across the border.

He was supposed to meet his buyer
in the Tigris sector,

but was running behind.

Didn't your supply ship also pass through
the Tigris sector on its way here?

If you have a point to make,
commander, please make it.

I believe the assassin was brought here
on your supply ship.

That's why they needed the Changeling net
before they arrived.

A Minbari warrior walking off a Narn ship
would draw a lot of attention.

With the net, he could appear to be one
of your crew and infiltrate the station.

When Varner missed connecting
with your ship, he came here.

So you had to find another way
to get the assassin on board.

They used the transport we found
on the station's hull to get him inside.

He then killed Del Varner
and grabbed the Changeling net.

Sheer speculation, commander.

With the death of Del Varner
and of the assassin, you have no proof.

That's right.

- Well, I should be on my way.
- One more thing.

As I mentioned, the assassin belonged
to the Minbari warrior class.

During the war,
I was in my world's warrior class.

We saved each other's lives
a dozen times over.

Made the sort of friendships
that last a lifetime.

Commendable.
But what does that have to do with...?

With nanotechnology? Glad you asked.
You've heard of it, haven't you?

Machines too small
for the human eye to see.

You can even shield them, make them
invisible to electronic detection.

Like the one you just swallowed
in that drink.

I imagine it's firmly latched on
to your intestinal tract by now.

What?

It's nothing harmful, ambassador.
It's a location transmitter.

See?

It should dissolve in about five years.

But, until then, ambassador, my friends,
in my warrior caste, have this frequency.

If anything should happen to Babylon 5,

they have instructions
to track down that transmitter...

and, well, why spoil the surprise?

- This is an outrage.
- This is insurance.

What you do here is your own business.

You can scheme, plan,
and play the games you want,

but get this straight,

if you ever endanger this station again,
my people will find you.

And the results will be most unpleasant.

Look on the bright side, ambassador,
from now on,

whenever you raise a toast
to the good health of Babylon 5,

I'll know you mean every word of it.

There we were, a fleet so large
it nearly eclipsed the sun.

Suddenly, we fell on them
like a wave falling upon a shore...

Later.

Beep, beep.

"Beep, beep"?

It must be Earth humor.

Who can figure a species like that?
Beep, beep.

I'd say he took that pretty well.

Think they'll ever find
that transmitter on G'Kar?

- No, because there isn't one.
- There isn't?

- Wait...
- I lied.

I figured if there were a transmitter,

sooner or later they'd find it
and remove it.

But if I just told them there was,
they'd keep looking. Indefinitely.

Do you have any idea
of the tests they'll put him through?

The things they'll do trying to find
a transmitter that's not there?

Yes.

Come on.

There are some days I just love this job.

Can I have your attention?

Will you all please join me
in welcoming to Babylon 5,

our final representative,

Ambassador Kosh of the Vorlon Empire.

You left the reception.

I needed a little quiet to think.

Delenn, just before he died,

the Minbari assassin
looked at me and said,

"There is a hole in your mind."

An old Minbari insult.

- Nothing you need worry about.
- Maybe.

It's just, there's a 24-hour period
in my life that I can't account for.

It happened during the war
with your people.

You wouldn't be holding anything
out on me, would you, old friend?

Commander...

I would never tell you anything
that was not in your best interest.

Well, we'll talk about this again,
one of these days.

Come on.
We should get back to the reception.

By the way,
there is something I've been wondering.

Why Babylon 57?

If the prior four stations were lost
or destroyed, why build another?

Plain old human stubbornness, I guess.

When something we value is destroyed,
we rebuild it.

If it's destroyed again,
we rebuild it again.

And again and again and again.

Until it stays.

That, as our poet Tennyson once said,
is the goal,

"To strive, to seek,
to find, and not to yield."

- A poet?
- Someone who writes poems.

A poem, a story in meter or rhyme.

"There once was a man from Nantucket."

You've been talking to Garibaldi again,
haven't you?

- Yes. How did you know?
- Just a wild guess.

Open all communications channels.

This is Lieutenant Commander
Laurel Takashima.

Our docking bays
stand ready to receive you.

Babylon 5 is open for business.