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[instrumental music]

♪ Set me free let me be ♪

♪ Buy me air in a bottle.. ♪

♪ Set me free
ride with me ♪

♪ We could curl in a.. ♪♪

Ambassador Mollari.

We need to talk about
the Euphrates treaty.

My dear Sinclair, this is hardly
the time or the place, huh?

I agree. But you've been
ducking me on this for a week.

Now I expect you in
the Council Chambers

at 10:00 tomorrow morning

to begin formal negotiations
with the Narn.

Unless of course you wish to
pursue the wise course

and cede all claim
to the Euphrates sector.

I would rather kiss
a Jovian tree worm.

You've kissed far worse things
in your times, Mollari.

Yes, and you can kiss
my plump Centauri..

Ah! Gentlemen, this is what
I've been waiting for.

Please, sit down.
Don't miss it.

'Sit!'

[instrumental music]

[laughs]
Yes.

Is she not perfection?

Gentlemen,
of all things in life

are females not the finest?

On that, Mollari,
we can at least agree.

Ambassador G'Kar!

[coughs]

I am Ko D'Ath, the new head
of your diplomatic staff.

[laughs]
Yes, I-I wasn't expecting you
for several year, days.

I was eager to begin my duties,
so I booked early transport.

'Mr. Garibaldi said that'

I would find you
in this...establishment.

Ah, yes, Mr. Garibaldi
is most helpful.

Hey, hotspot, how about
you and me blow this joint

and go play Scan the Sector?

[screeches]

Trash.

You must be fatigued
from your long journey.

Allow me to show you
to your quarters.

You know, sometimes
I almost feel sorry for G'Kar.

[applauding]

[humming]

[laughing]

[sighs]

[humming]

(male narrator)
It was the dawn
of the Third Age of mankind

ten years after
the Earth-Minbari War.

The Babylon Project
was a dream given form.

Its goal, to prevent another
war by creating a place

where humans and aliens

could work out
their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call,
home away from home

for diplomats, hustlers,
entrepreneurs and wanderers.

Humans and aliens,
wrapped in 2,500,000 tons

of spinning metal,
all alone in the night.

It can be a dangerous place.

But it's our last,
best hope for peace.

This is the story of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place
is Babylon 5.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Com check, all channels.

(computer)
'Communications check
commencing.'

'Anomaly discovered.'

'Flagging.'

What the hell?

- Garibaldi to Sinclair.
- Sinclair here.

(Garibaldi)
'Commander I turned up an
unauthorized transmission'

to Earth on Gold Channels.

Run it by the EO, I'll check
back with you when I can.

This delay is
quite insufferable, commander!

As ambassador of the Narn regime

I demand ambassador Mollari
be censured

for his flouting of protocol!

I'll be glad to censure him
when he gets here.

- 'Mr. Cotto?'
- Yes?

Please try the ambassador again.

I tried three times

there's still no answer
from his quarters.

Then try him again.

If you'll excuse me
for a moment.

[sighs]

- Talia?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Are you alright?
- Yeah.

I just had to get some distance.

Too much strong emotion

in close proximity
is hard to block.

These talks are very important
to you, aren't they?

Earth Central wants
a peaceful settlement.

And so do I.

It'll show them Babylon 5

is doing the job
it was meant to do.

If you can get the Narn
and Centauri to cooperate.

Londo and G'Kar
know a peaceful solution

and the Euphrates sector
would benefit them

more than a conflict.
That's where you come in.

You're my peeler, you're going
to peel away their lies

until they're left
with that inescapable truth.

Sounds like you got a good shot.

I do...if Londo ever shows up.

[humming]

[laughing]

Great maker.

For a moment there
I thought I was dead.

You seemed alive enough
a few minutes ago.

You make me alive,
you fountain of passion.

It's the least I can do
for the republic, ambassador.

Ah, you see, now, I hate it
when you call me that.

I'm Centauri.

Your title pleases me.

Just as it does you.

So it's my title
you wanted all along, huh?

I want no more
than I'm getting.

And what is it
that you're getting, Adira?

A washed-up old republican..

...dreaming of better days?

These are my better days, Londo.

Thanks to you.

[monitor beeping]

[sighs]

You're needed.
And I have to go.

Alright, I'm coming.

What do you want,
you moon-faced assassin of joy?

Ambassador, you were supposed to
begin negotiation

with the Narns over an hour ago.

Commander Sinclair
is quite beside himself.

Well, it does G'Kar
good to wait.

But you can tell Sinclair
I'll be there shortly.

- Yes, sir.
- 'And, Vir.'

Yes, sir?

Have some hot jala
waiting for me.

Yes. Yes, sir.

You're overreacting,
Mr. Garibaldi.

There could be
any number of reasons

for this communications anomaly.

Such as?

Well, computer error,
magnetic pulse.

I checked that.

Well, maybe one of the
ambassadors is tryin' to save

a few credits again,
or perhaps

it's what us Russian pilots
used to call gremlins.

Lieutenant commander,
Gold Channels

are priority access,
useable only by

express permission
of Commander Sinclair.

No one out side
of the ambassadors

and senior officers
even know they exist.

If someone's hacked into them

communication security's
at risk.

The Pireaus' requesting
clearance to depart.

Re-route the Balosian freighter
to dock H

and inform the Pireaus
she may depart at 1200.

Affirmative.

Mr. Garibaldi,
I know it's a problem

but one transmission
is not a conspiracy.

Now, you've informed me
as the commander ordered

and I will attend to it
when my other duties permit.

In the mean time I suggest
you monitor the Gold Channels

more closely in case
there's a second occurrence.

I've already seen to it.

Well, then thankfully there's no
further need for us to chat.

[instrumental music]

[clears throat]
Greetings.

'You have my abject apologies.'

I was delayed on an
important matter of state.

G'Kar.

Ah, the impressive
Ms. Ko D'Ath.

[growls]

So good to see you again.

You are a treasure, Vir.

Well, shall we begin?

[humming]

- Feeling happy, are we?
- Trakis!

I take it all is going well
with the ambassador?

Yes.

Then why haven't you got
the purple files from him yet?

But it's difficult.

He, he doesn't trust me.
I-I--

You forget your place, Centauri.

A slave must never lie
to her master.

Trakis, please.
Please.

Do you know why a drunken fool

like Mollari
has the power he has?

'Because his family
has been collecting dirt'

on other families for years.

Like all the noble houses
of the great Centauri Republic.

That's how they play the game,
isn't it?

Whispers in the dark.
A knife in the back.

Not all Centauri
play such games.

Yes, and they wind up like you

without family,
prestige or power.

Slaves.

Those files can bring down
any house in the republic.

The Narn will pay well
for that data.

And I want it...tonight.

Use the mind probe.

You know how.

Cheer up.
It's not so bad.

After you're done your job,
you'll have your freedom.

Ambassador Mollari
will have his memories.

And I'll have
the Centauri Empire

by its mighty throat.

[instrumental music]

Open.

Star Laces!

Oh, I haven't seen these
since I left Davo.

- Where did you get them?
- I had them grown for you.

Oh..

- What's this?
- Open it and find out.

It's beautiful.

It's from the earliest days
of the republic.

It originally belonged
to a matriarch of my family.

A woman of wisdom and strength,
grace, and great beauty.

I've had it for many years.

I can't take it.

(Mollari)
'Oh, but you must.'

I insist.

And you know how stubborn I am.
Come on.

[laughs]
'Go ahead.'

Pretty.

Well, should I
order us some supper?

- You must be hungry.
- Famished.

And after spending a day
dealing with Ambassador G'Kar

I long to sink my teeth
into something.

But why don't we go out?

- You're not serious?
- Yes.

I've already made
the reservation at Fresh Air.

That's the finest restaurant
on Babylon 5.

What if we're seen together?
What will people say?

They'll say..

They'll say, "Ambassador Mollari
is a most fortunate man."

We Centauri live our lives
for appearances

positions, status, title.

These are things
by which we define ourselves.

But when I look beneath the mask
I am forced to wear..

...I see only emptiness.

And then I think of you..

...and I say, "To hell
with appearances."

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Lousy Dodgers.

(computer)
'Gold Channel opened.'

'Tracking program commencing.'

'Channels locked in.'

'Belcort line 5-7-9-3-0.'

- Got you now, you--
- 'Warning.'

(computer)
'Intrusion Countermeasure
Electronics.'

ICE? Damn!

Ah, damn, damn, damn.

Ah, this place is marvelous.

After the effort
you put in today

I felt you deserve it.

Oh, they were quite a mind full.

I haven't sensed so many lies

since I worked for
the Political Bureau.

- And Londo.
- What about him?

Well, his thoughts, they were..

...intensely..

Intensely what?

Erotic.

I'm not surprised.

voila.

[indistinct chatter]

Garibaldi, why are your fingers
on my console?

Our gremlins made another call.

Did you track it?

Got a prefix
on a Russian consortium

then I hit a wall program hard.
Blacked my board.

If he used ICE,
then you've got him.

- It'll show up on a scan.
- I know.

(computer)
'System clear.'

'No illegal programs detected.'

What? That's not possible.

Display all data on unauthorized
Gold Channel transmissions.

(computer)
'No unauthorized transmissions
logged.'

What?

Are you sure
this isn't just a figment

of your demented imagination?

A cry for help, perhaps?

Did you enjoy the dinner?

It was wonderful.

Why don't you, uh..

...make yourself more
comfortable

while I finish the drinks?

Yeah.
A capital idea.

[intense music]

[music continues]

To many such evenings.

[music continues]

[beeping]

Londo, can you hear me?

Adira, my dove.

[music continues]

Londo..

...tell me the access code
for your purple files.

Tell me now.

Triple cipher.

Wine...women..

...song.

[music continues]

(computer)
'Command?'

(Mollari on recorder)
'Triple cipher.'

'Wine, women, song.'

(computer)
'Purple files accessed.'

Transfer all data
to crystal port.

(computer)
'Transfer of data complete.'

[instrumental music]

I'm sorry, Londo.

[music continues]

[groans]

Assassin, villain!

Stop that infernal bleeping!

Enter! Enter.

Oh, my head.

Ambassador, you ordered me to
rouse you for the negotiations.

Quietly, though, Vir. Quietly.

My brain feels like it's been
sucked out through my ear.

- Get my coat, will you?
- Yes, ambassador!

[sighs]

[intense music]

[monitor beeping]

Where have you been? I've been
trying to reach you all night.

- 'Did you get Mollari's files?'
- Yes.

- Good. I'll be there at once.
- No!

Londo may come
looking for me here.

I'll meet you on the Zocalo,
near the Galactic Boutique.

Ten minutes. Don't be late.

[sighs]

Ambassador, I really think
we need to be going.

Vir, I had a thought.

Why don't you represent
our republic in the talks today?

- Me?
- Yes, why not?

You know the situation
as well as I.

It's the perfect opportunity
to get your feet moist,

as the Earthlings say.

I actually don't think
it's wise idea--

Nonsense! I have
every confidence in you

which is why I am giving you
full ambassadorial authority.

Be proud, my boy.

You are now the voice of
the mighty Centauri Empire!

- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
- That's the spirit! Go now!

I'll be along later
to see how you're doing.

- Yes, sir.
- And, Vir.

- Yes, sir?
- Don't give away the homeworld.

No, of course not.

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

Adira!

Hey, who you pushing, cork-face?

- Out of my way.
- Ah!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[intense music]

Adira!

- Adira?
- She's not there, ambassador.

My name is Trakis.

We have a great deal in common.
Adira has betrayed us both.

[intense music]

There's a transport
leaving for Davo tomorrow.

If I can get there
Trakis will never find me.

- Can you book passage for me?
- Of course.

And don't worry. You'll be safe
at my place until then.

Adira, a Narn agent?

[laughs]
You must be mad.
She is Centauri.

Don't be a fool, ambassador.

If those files wind up
in the hands of you enemies'

your career and your republic
will be finished.

What's your concern
in all of this?

I'm simply protecting
my interests...and my property.

She's a slave?

Duly contracted by the laws
of your own republic.

And by those same laws,
as her owner

I can be held responsible
for any crime she commits.

[intense music]

She's used you, just as
she's used everyone in her life.

You must find her!

- Get out.
- She lied to you.

- She didn't care for you, she--
- I said, get out!

[intense music]

Commander, are we to suffer
through another long delay

thanks to
the Centauri ambassador?

- Commander. Ambassador G'Kar.
- Where is Ambassador Mollari?

Oh, Ambassador Mollari is busy
with other important matters

but he's given me full authority
to negotiate

on behalf of
the Centauri Republic.

What! Are you serious?

You expect me to negotiate
with this...this underling?

In the interests of all
our governments

perhaps we can begin the talks

while Ambassador Mollari
is found.

Commander, I've done my best
to cooperate

but this latest insult
cannot be tolerated.

I shall return, but when
Ambassador Mollari is here

and not before!

In the meantime, Ko D'Ath
will represent the Narn Regime.

Thank you, ambassador!

I shall endeavor
to represent our people

to the best of my ability.

Just don't give away
the homeworld.

Keep them talking. I'll going to
find Londo and bring him here.

- What if he refuses?
- Then I hurt him.

[chuckles]

Access to purple files
confirmed.

[intense music]

Londo.

Whatever it is, commander,
I don't have the time.

Londo, I don't wanna
hear about it.

You've turned these talks
into a joke

and that joke may harm
a dozen worlds.

- Now, I don't know what's--
- I know! I know!

I have been a fool and all
because of a pretty face.

Sinclair, I beseech you.
Help me.

- What are you talking about?
- Adira

She has stolen something
from me

something that could-could shake
the very foundation

of the Centauri Republic
and cost me my career!

Have you reported this
to security?

No. I can't.

If it becomes official,
my government is certain

to hear of it.

This calls for
the highest discretion.

And, Sinclair, only you..

...my good and dear friend,
can help me.

If I do...will you agree
to my compromise

on the Euphrates treaty?

- I'll even seal it with a kiss.
- That should make G'Kar's day.

[instrumental music]

Now, let me do the talking. I
know how to handle these types.

Club doesn't open for an hour.

We merely wish to speak
with some of the dancers.

This ain't no data bank, porky.

You wanna see dancers,
come back in an hour.

My good fellow, we don't wish
to cause any trouble.

Too late, numbo.

[grunting]

Well, do something!

[laughs]

Argo was right about you, Ock.
You run things tough.

Argo Big Belly from Red Five?
You know him?

Well enough to know you don't
call him that to his face.

Last one who did wound up
an entree in the alien sector.

[chuckles]
Yeah, Argo has a bad temper.

- Hmm.
- So, what is it you want?

Oh, we're looking to hire
some dancers for a private show.

Argo said you had the best but..

He's right.

- Norg! Get the girls out here.
- Argh! Arr.

Have yourself a good look.

When you're done,
we'll talk price.

I'm stunned.
How did you do that?

I like to know all there's
to know about Babylon 5

and Garibaldi's files
are very thorough.

Now, this is my department.

Ladies, we need some information
about Adira Tyree.

Uh, she's not in her quarters,
but it's imperative

that we find her...immediately.

Adira has a friend named
Gera Akshi.

They roomed together
for a while.

And where might we find
that friend?

(female #1)
'She lives somewhere
in Brown 6, I think.'

- Well?
- Many complications.

- Price high.
- I'll pay for it.

Just have your men
delay Mollari and Sinclair

until you have the girl.

- Kill them if you have to.
- Trouble, maybe?

If there is,
I'll double the price

when I have the girl
and the data crystal in hand.

How we gonna find
this friend of Adira's?

I have a friend or two
down here myself.

I take it these are not them?

[gunfire]

Go!

[thuds]

This way!

[dramatic music]

- Damn! There!
- What?

[panting]

Who sent these men, Londo?

It could only have been Trakis

that worm!

[beeping]

Gun One.

(man on radio)
'Property secured.'

'Abort mission.'

Acknowledged.

They got the woman.

Let's go.

Looks like Trakis has
your dancer.

[indistinct chatter on PA]

Chief, we've had a report of
heavy weapon fire in Brown 7.

- I want you to check it out.
- With pleasure.

Don't worry, I'll keep watch
for your gremlin.

(woman on PA)
'Station one may stand down.'

'Stations two through six,
please report.'

Scarbaldy, send a team
to Brown 7. Code 10-57-Violet.

- 'Roger, chief.'
- Computer.

Monitor gold channels and locate
Lieutenant Commander Ivanova.

(computer)
'Confirmed.'

According to the station's logs,
nothing's left Babylon 5

for the past two hours,
that means Adira

and your files are still aboard.

No doubt in the hands
of that villain Trakis.

I could arrest him.
There are enough charges.

All of which hinge
on my testimony.

When the homeworld hears of this

I will be on a slow ship
to oblivion.

[sighs]
Besides, he might harm Adira.

Londo, she's the one
who got you in this mess.

I know. I know.
Bu there must be some other way.

[sighs]
Alright. I have an idea.

(computer)
Gold Channel opened.

Alright, Lieutenant Gremlin,
this time your butt is mine.

Load icebreaker program
and track transmission.

(computer)
'Commencing.
I-C-E in use.'

'Icebreaker activated.
Stand by.'

'Gold Channel opened.'

He's come out of the coma

but I'm afraid
his condition's much worse.

You'll only have a few minutes,
at best.

I understand.

- Father?
- I-is that you, Susan?

Yes.

Oh, dear God, I never thought
that I'd see your face again.

It makes this easier.

Susan...I know I haven 't been
the best of fathers to you.

'But when your mother..'

'...passed on and your brother
was killed in the war'

'I was too wrapped up
in my own grief'

'to pay attention
to your needs.'

And when you joined Earthforce
against my wishes--

You don't have to say this,
father.

Yes, yes, I must.

There's no more time.

I want you to know..

'...how proud I am of you,
Susan.'

I always have been.

But a father should give
his daughter love

as well as respect,
and in that

I failed you.

I'm sorry.

I'm ashamed.

Forgive me.

[instrumental music]

I...thank you

dushen'ka moya.

[chuckles]

Little soul.

You haven't called me that
since I was..

Papa?

[sighs]

[beeping]

[music continues]

Your proposal is
most interesting, commander.

But why should you wish
to provide me

with an advantage
over Ambassador Mollari?

Not you, ambassador, us.

My government wants certain
concessions

in the Euphrates sector
and I'm sure

the Narn will be grateful
for any help.

Oh, the gratitude of the Narn

is well-known
throughout the galaxy.

But how may I be certain
the merchandise is genuine?

Ms. Winters will sit in
and make sure

the seller is dealing
truthfully.

Earth Alliance will pay her fee,
of course.

- Acceptable.
- Then we have a deal?

Let us say rather
an understanding.

I never knew you could
be so devious, commander.

Coming from you, ambassador,
that's a real compliment.

I won't do it.

It's counter to
all Psi Corps regulations

to interfere
in personal matters.

Ms. Winters, the life of a woman
is at stake

to say nothing of my career.

Is he serious
about that woman's life?

Alright. But I won't break
Psi Corps rules.

The information must come only
from Trakis surface thoughts.

No deliberate probes.

But certainly his thoughts
will all be on the deal.

There is a way.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ambassador G'Kar?
- A great pleasure.

This is Ms. Winters,
our resident telepath.

Telepath?
You said nothing about this.

Oh, it's standard procedure
in such dealings.

I don't like anyone playing
around in my head.

I won't be. My purpose here
is to verify the merchandise.

So it's imperative that you
do not think of anything else

such as the source
of the information

your intent in selling it
or where Adira Tyree is now.

What?

What is it?

The alien sector,
somewhere on level four.

Security, she's in
the alien sector, level four.

Affirmative.

That is for Adira
...and this is for me.

[dramatic music]

My dear, G'Kar, how can I ever
thank you?

You have saved my career

and the honor of the entire
Centauri Republic.

What?

[laughs]

[grunts]
Oh!

[instrumental music]

Mr. Garibaldi,
shouldn't you be in Brown 7?

It's taken care of.

Is there anything else?

My gremlin made another call
and this time I tracked it.

And?

You're not gonna believe this,
but it was just

what you originally said.
A computer error.

[instrumental music]

I fixed it and I don't think
it'll happen again.

Will it?

No, it won't.

Buy you a drink?

I'm on duty.

Garibaldi?

Maybe some other time.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter on PA]

- Adira.
- Londo!

So you're going back to Davo,
huh?

Yes.

Well, you should be just in time

for the blooming
of the Star Laces.

Londo, I..

- I never wanted to hurt you--
- Adira..

I am an old man.

I've been in love many times,
and have been hurt many times.

I'll survive.

Adira.

Commander Sinclair convinced
Trakis to cancel your contract.

He can be a frightening man
that one.

Londo..

...thank you. Thank you.

(woman on PA)
'Transport to Aries Sector'

'now boarding through Gate 3.'

That's my ship.

[instrumental music]

Adira...you could stay.

Now that we have
seen beneath our masks

we could have great times
together. We..

Londo...you're sweet,
but the wounds are too fresh.

Alright...then take this.

And wear it proudly
as a free woman.

And someday...come back to me.

[music continues]

Goodbye...my ambassador.

[music continues]

[theme music]