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(Mary Ann)
You still haven't told me
when the commander's due back.

- Soon.
- How soon is soon?

Longer than a little while.
Faster than later.

He took out a fighter to check
out a damaged transport.

Isn't that sort of job usually
delegated to someone else?

Commander's a hands-on
kind a guy.

He'll grab any chance
to take out a ship.

- He's like that.
- Well, I wouldn't know.

I haven't seen him
since I came aboard.

Have you ever tried
one of these?

- What is it?
- I'm not sure.

According to the translator
it's either

an aphrodisiac
or a floor wax.

Can't decide if it's
worth the risk or not.

- Mr. Garibaldi--
- Please. Michael.

Did I mention I really
enjoy your broadcasts?

You know, if this interview
hadn't been set up weeks ago

by Earthforce Public Relations

I'd swear that
Commander Sinclair

did not want
to be interviewed

by Interstellar Network news.

I can't imagine that.

This is supposed to be an event.

This is the second anniversary
of Babylon 5 going online.

We took a poll when this station
first opened

and 75 percent of ISN viewers

said that this place
wouldn't even last five minutes.

Lloyd's of London put the odds
of this station surviving

even one year
at 500 to one...against.

Is there a bathroom
around here?

Third door to your left.

That way.

The one with the blue marker
is for methane breathers only.

I'd steer clear if I were you.

What the hell.

If that thing leaves a waxy
yellow build-up on anything

I'm coming back here.

[instrumental music]

Julie, hand me
that separator over there

I've just about got
the RNA strand where I want it.

Get it yourself.

Vance, what are you doing here?

I was in the sector.

I thought I'd stop by

and visit my favorite student.

I've come to offer you
an adventure, Stephen

very possibly the biggest
adventure you've ever had.

What kind of adventure?

Well, you'll find out
soon enough.

Savor the mystery, Stephen.

We don't get nearly enough
of them.

Tired?

Yeah, long day.

But your ship's the last one in,
so anything to declare, uh..

...any plants, non-sentient
pets, organic matter..

Nothing organic, just some
pottery and stone work.

Hmm, funny thing.

The bottom of this box
on the inside

is four inches shorter
than the bottom

of the box on the outside

like there was
a hidden compartment in here.

If I didn't know better,
I might think

you were trying
to smuggle something in.

Not a chance.

No, it's just packing material
to protect the stuff.

Here, let me show you.

[dramatic music]

(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.

It's 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.

Human 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."

[theme music]

(Sinclair)
How does it look?

All the signs point to death
by natural causes

heart attack
from the look of it.

- That suddenly?
- I mean, it's possible.

I'll know more
after we do an autopsy.

Did you know him?

No, he just started
the other day.

Nothing in his personnel jacket

'to suggest
a heart condition.'

Yes, and exactly
which medical school

did you attend, Mr. Garibaldi?

Nothing personal, doc.
I just want to be sure.

So do I.

I'll assign my best people
to the autopsy.

Fair enough? Good.

Meanwhile, if I were you, I
would go on with work as usual

and as soon
as I hear of anything definitive

I'll let you know.

Go ahead and remove
the body now.

[instrumental music]

Sorry, we had a little problem
at one of the docking bays.

Now, would you like to tell me
what this is all about?

I need your help.

[chuckles]
Vance, you're an archeologist.

Everything you touch has been
dead at least 100 years.

My area of expertise is a little
more current and a lot warmer.

All in good time.

Firstly, I'd like to introduce

you to my assistant.

'Nelson,
meet Dr. Stephen Franklin'

one of the best
students I ever had.

Well, in the area of alien
history, anatomy, and culture.

Pleasure.

Dr. Hendricks
told me all about you

on our way in
from our dig on Ikarra VII.

Dig?

You found something.

Show him.

That's funny.

I just had an energy spike

on my screen.

Same here.

What's the location?

I thought it was around med lab.

I'm not sure.

It was just there for a second.

Might have been
a malfunction in the screen.

You'd better run
a diagnostics check to be sure.

Will do.

We were on a dig sponsored
by Interplanetary Expeditions

'when we found these artifacts
sealed in a vault'

buried nearly a mile beneath
the surface of Ikarra VII.

Took us months to get them out.

But Ikarra VII is a dead world.

Yes, but don't you see, that
proves what I've been saying

'for years
that Ikarra was once home'

'to a highly advanced
space-fairing society.'

Extraordinary.

How old are they?

Minimum of 1000 years.

No chips, no sign
of wear or age.

'It's as if they
were made yesterday.'

What were they made to do?

Well, that's where you come in.

- Oh, Vance, I told--
- I know, I know.

Humor me.

Put it in your medical scanner.

[buzzing]

(Stephen)
'Whoa.'

'You've veins, capillaries,
traces of DNA.'

Vance...this artifact
is composed of living tissue.

This is organic technology.

The one trick that Earth
hasn't yet been able to crack.

The ability to create
living ships that thrive

in the vacuum of space

to create weapons
that produce their own power

'through internal generation'

like a firefly
lights up at night.

The ultimate synthesis
of machine technology

and living tissue.

Magnificent.

This had to be
a scanner of some kind.

See the way the entire surface
tissue is photosensitive.

Retinal cones and rods to detect
wide-band light frequencies.

This is amazing!

Why didn't you come and see me

about this when you
first arrived?

I did. We've only
been here a few hours.

But organic material has to be
quarantined for 48 hours

before it's allowed
in the station.

Yeah, we put it all through
quarantine at the other end

at the transfer station
off Proxima III.

It's all approved
and authorized.

Nelson has all the paperwork
if you're really interested.

Don't you see what this means?

This is a blueprint
for living machines.

The Vorlons have them.

Some people even say
the Minbari have them.

We haven't seen
enough of them up close

to get any idea of how they work

but with your expertise
in xenobiology and genetics

and my background
in archeology

'we now have the chance.'

Well, there are better equipped
facilities back on Earth.

I need someone I can trust.

You once told me
back at the university

that you wanted your name
to go down in history

alongside Fleming, Salk,
Jenner..

'...Takahashi.'

Well, this is it, Stephen.

This is the mother load.

'I can't do it without you.
I need your help.'

'So are you in or out?'

Finish unpacking, Nelson.

We have a lot of work
ahead of us.

[dramatic music]

[zapping]

Oh.

[screaming]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

(Garibaldi)
Oh, there you are, chief.

Any word on the autopsy yet?

Techs down at med lab 4 still
think it's natural causes.

We'll know more tomorrow.

'Other than that,
we've scheduled

'a full security detail
to cover'

the Narn-Centauri negotiations
next Tuesday. That's it.

- I think we can call it a day.
- I agree.

How about you,
lieutenant commander?

Shouldn't the night shift
be on duty by now?

We've been picking up
some unusual energy readings

the last few hours.

I thought I'd wait around
a little

to see if it happens again.

Anything serious?

That's what
I'm trying to find out.

Well, keep me informed,
and get some sleep.

I will.

Oh, just a reminder.

Your interview's scheduled
for 1100 hours tomorrow.

Swell.

Which reminds me,
she's waiting for me

down in the Zovolo.

It will be fun.
So, why are you ducking her?

The last time
I gave an interview

they told me to just relax

'and say what I really felt.'

Ten minutes after the broadcast,
I got transferred to an outpost

so far off the star maps,
you couldn't have find it

with a hunting dog
and a Ouija board.

Don't sweat it.

Just be that charming

effervescent commander

we've all come
to know and love.

'What's the worst
that can happen?'

They fire you,
ship you off to the rim

and I get promoted to commander.

I don't see a problem here.

How sharper
than a serpent's tooth.

All this technology,
you think there'd be a clock.

[sighs]
Stephen, it's been 15 hours.

'We're gonna grow old
and die in here.'

Stephen.

'Stephen, there's a Martian war
machine parked outside.'

They'd like a word with you
about the common cold.

Tell them to make
an appointment.

[sighs]

Ohh.

You know, something's been
bothering me

ever since you've got here.

Assuming that we can figure out

how this organic technology
works

what happens then?

We apply for a secondary patent

based on alien technology

sell it to an Earth corporation

for a percentage
of the profits.

(Stephen)
'Well, that's what
I'm talking about.'

You're a brilliant man, Vance,
a solid researcher.

You were an inspiration to me
back at university.

You should be out making
your own discoveries

instead of raiding dead worlds
for whatever you can scavenge

and sell to the corporation.

Right, struggling
through mountains of paper

vanishing grants.
Who has time for that?

Exactly. That's my point.

Granted, this,
this may be important

but you wouldn't
have created it.

You just found it.
It's a, it's a shortcut.

Frankly, I'm a little
uncomfortable about corporations

financing expeditions
to alien worlds

so they can steal whatever
technology they have.

Feels a little like
grave robbing.

Do you know what it costs to
mount an off-world expedition?

[scoffs]
More money than a university
professor makes in a lifetime.

If the corporations
won't pay, who will?

In the last five years

I've seen things off-world
you can't even imagine.

I've stood in the Abendi desert,
and watched all seven moons

go into eclipse.

I've walked in vaults
that have been sealed

longer than has been
a human race

breathing air that's
five million years old.

'You call that a shortcut
if you will..'

...but I've lived.

By God, Stephen, I have lived.

At least my hands are clean.

How about yours?

What's that supposed to mean?

Who is
Interplanetary Expeditions?

You said they were fronting
this expedition

but I checked, I can't find
any information on them.

Look, Stephen

I didn't come halfway across
known space to argue with you.

I came here because I wanted
your help and friendship.

If that's too much of a burden--

No, it is not.

I just wish that you would stop
taking shortcuts.

Look, we're both tired,
I suggest we get

a good night's sleep and start
again tomorrow fresh.

If you have any questions, then
I'll be glad to answer them.

Fair enough?

Yeah.

(Garibaldi)
'And after walking 50 miles,
we made it out of the desert.'

Later when he was put
in charge of Babylon 5

Commander Sinclair
asked if I come work security.

I said yes.
It's been a great time--

Yes, I'm sure it has.

In doing some research,
I've come across several rumors

surrounding your record
prior to Babylon 5.

That you were fired five times

for unspecified
personal problems

and that this is your last
chance to make good.

Do you care to comment
on any of that?

I'd rather have my tonsils
taken out through my ears.

[dramatic music]

[crackling]

Lights.

Nelson.

Vance.

My God.

- Nelson, what happened?
- Protect.

Aah!

- 'When did it happen?'
- 'Sometime during the night.'

(Garibaldi)
'They moved him to the infirmary
about an hour ago.'

- What's his condition?
- Stunned, bumps and bruises.

And one hell of a headache.

Dr. Hernandez says it's okay
to ask a few questions

as long as he gets his rest.

(Sinclair)
'You shouldn't be
walking around yet.'

[groans]
I'm the doctor.
I know what I'm doing.

Whoa.

On second thought..

Do you remember anything else
after you walked in the door?

[sighs]
Not much.

I turned around,
and there he was, like I said.

The design
of that weapon reminds me

of the organic artifacts
we were working on.

Organic?
Were they checked at customs?

I was told they were.

Check into it.

This Nelson,
who is he working for?

Vance Hendricks.

The same one
who brought in the artifacts?

Interesting.

[breathing heavily]

I still haven't heard
a satisfactory answer

Dr. Hendricks,
and frankly I'm getting tired

of asking for one.

Dr. Franklin was attacked
by your assistant

covered in some kind of armor

that's bears
a striking similarity

to the artifacts
you brought on to this station.

Artifacts that were not
cleared for access.

Organic material
requires a 48-hour quarantine.

There's no record
of their being quarantined

or examined here
or at Proxima III.

I'm as much in the dark
as you are.

Nelson told me that he checked
them. I believed him.

Whether he was acting
under your orders or not

a potentially
dangerous alien technology

was smuggled
aboard this station.

Now, until I hear otherwise,
I intend to hold you personally

'responsible. Is that clear?'

Yes, yes, yes, it is.

Uh, is there any news
of Stephen's condition?

They're checking him out over
at med lab 4.

He took a pretty bad hit!

But I'm told
he's going to be okay.

He's up and around,
and trying to go back to work.

Oh, thank God for that.

Can you tell us anything else
about these artifacts?

Well, they're a kind of organic
technology, limited energy.

In order to achieve mobility,
they have to graft themselves

on to another life form.

It's possible that
if they were activated

they tried to assimilate Nelson.

My guess would be that
he's under their control.

For what purpose?

I mean, why would
the artifact choose

to assimilate Nelson,
but not you?

Unknown.

As to what it wants,
that depends on its programming.

Could be anything.

According to Dr. Franklin,
just before it fired

it said something about protect.

Do you think
that might be the key

'to whatever
it was programmed to do?'

Maybe.

But the question is,
protect who?

- And from what?
- 'It..'

Well, that information
maybe contained

in the remaining artifacts.

'If I could assist Dr. Franklin
in decoding them..'

I mean, if I am responsible
for starting all this

the least I can do
is help finish it.

Done.

That's what I told her.

A week on Columbus is simply

not within my budget.

'Of course, then she says..'

[indistinct chattering]

[dramatic music]

Protect.

Lieutenant commander

I picked up
that energy flash again.

Grey 13, level B.

And there's something else.

The energy pattern has changed.

It's 20 percent more powerful
than the last time.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

(Susan)
'Commander,
I have security in the link.'

Commander, we've got
two fatalities in Grey 13.

It's definitely the same thing
that attacked the doc.

'We're in pursuit now
on Grey 7.'

Alright, I'm moving this
to a level two alert.

Keep this channel open.

Commander, I understand there's
a problem, some kind of attack?

Ms. Cramer,
you are in a secure area.

You will leave,
and you will leave now.

This is news, and the people
have a right to know.

And you have a right to spend
the next two days in the brig.

Lieutenant commander,
I want this weapon triangulated.

Confirmed.

(Sinclair)
'Relay the data to security.'

I want this thing pinned
down to within ten feet.

Coming up now.

Commander..

Don't.

You're too young to experience

that much pain.

[alarm blaring]

[dramatic music]

Commander, we've got him
cornered in Grey 5.

I think we can take him, but
we'll need some lights in here.

He's blacked out the place.

(Susan on wireless)
'Coming on line now.'

Take him down!

[firing]

Protect.

Go!

Go!

Move it!

(Garibaldi)
'Damn!'

We've lost him, commander.

He burned through
into a sub-level

moving between bulkheads.
Could be anywhere.

(Susan on wireless)
'The added shielding
in the bulkhead'

is making it difficult
to pinpoint his location.

We won't know where he is
again until he fires.

Garibaldi, have your team
sweep through each sector

moving inward, two on each team,
five-minute proximity checks.

Confirmed. Security out.

Vance, come here.
I think I've found something.

There.

The organic patterns
in this piece

emulate the synaptic
relays in the brain.

I'm even picking up
cross-genetic equivalents

of serotonin used in the
transfer of information.

- The data storage device?
- Yeah.

If we could pull out
that information

we might get a better idea of
who the Ikarrans were

and more importantly
why they made these things.

Exactly.
Fire up the biosensor.

Let's see if we can tap into it.

[dramatic music]

I've got teams moving
through every section

trying to flush him out,
but he's gone underground.

Could be holed up anywhere.

If he wants to do
the most damage

my guess is he'll head
for the area

with the greatest population.

That makes the central corridor
a prime target.

I've studied
the record of his attacks

and there's a definite
hit-and-run pattern.

Seems like every time
he strikes, it chews up energy

and he has to pull back
and recharge.

There's just a couple
of problems.

One, his periods of latency are
becoming increasingly shorter.

Two, we've been monitoring the
energy level whenever he fires.

Each time, the level
increases by 20 percent.

The last burst was
completely off the scale.

If he continues to build
power at that rate

pretty soon he'll be
strong enough to destroy

the entire station.

So the next chance

we get to stop him

might be our last chance.

Alright, listen up!

I need this whole area cleared.
We'll need room to maneuver.

I want guards on the doors
the second level

and the catwalk.
Come on, come on, come on!

Move it! Move it! Let's go!

(male #1)
'Got it!
Energy readings off the scale.'

- Tracking it.
- Commander!

It's on the move again.
Brown 2, level C.

It's heading for
the central corridor.

Garibaldi, you heard?
It's heading your way.

(Garibaldi on wireless)
'Confirmed.
We'll be ready for it.'

Win, lose or draw

this thing is gonna know
it was in a fight.

Drop the pressure doors
on all sides.

Maybe that'll slow it down.

Give Garibaldi time to get set.

Affirmative.

[growling]

Commander,
we've managed to access

the organic memory banks
of one of the artifacts.

Make it short, doctor.
I don't have a lot of time.

Let me know when it's
on the move again! Go.

Over the course
of their history

the Ikarrans were invaded

half a dozen times

'each assault more deadly
than the first.'

'They needed to create
the perfect weapon'

able to adapt to any situation

an organic weapon capable
of independent thought.

Temperature up 90 degrees
in Brown two, level C.

Since it would take years to
create synthetic intelligence

they incorporated
the brain wave patterns

of one of their researchers
into the weapons.

That's him.

His name was Tular.

But people can be fooled

'so to prevent them
from being confused'

by any misleading instructions
from the enemy

they hardwired the machine,
half of the weapons

not to respond to anyone
who wasn't pure Ikarran.

Just one problem, commander.

How do you define a pure Ikarran
or a pure human?

No one is pure...no one.

Temperature's up 500 degrees.

It'll be through any time now.

Doctor, I'm joining
Mr. Garibaldi on the line.

[dramatic music]

(Sinclair)
'So, who set the parameters
of what it meant'

to be a pure Ikarran?

(Stephen)
Coalition of
religious fanatics

and military extremists
that ran the government.

They programmed the weapons

with a level of standards
based on ideology, not science.

(Sinclair)
Like the Nazi ideal
of a perfect Aryan

during World War II.

(Stephen)
Exactly. The next invasion.

Eleven of the machines
were released and they stopped

the invaders by killing anything
that didn't match their profile

'of the pure,
perfect Ikarran.'

'When they were finished,
the machines turned'

on their creators.

They began a process
of extermination

based on the slightest deviation

of what they were programmed
to consider normal.

They killed and kept killing
until the last Ikarran was dead.

- What about the weapons?
- No one to tend to them.

They were destroyed
by centuries of neglect.

Except for number 12,
which is here now

acting on a program
to protect a world

that's been dead for 1000 years.

(Sinclair)
You said they incorporated
the brain patterns

of one of their researchers
into the weapons.

Tular, yes.

Is there anything there
we can talk to?

Reason with?

Well, there's a complete

personality matrix, yes

but it's totally
subsumed by its program.

Then we'll have to find a way
around the logic of the program.

Better head back
to the med lab, doctor.

I suspect we're going
to need your services.

Weapon!

[dramatic music]

[whispering]
Not yet.

I want it point blank.

Fire.

[guns firing]

Cease fire.

- Damn!
- It's in the next level.

That's a straight line to where
the civilians are quarantined.

How many men do you have
stationed down there?

Not enough. Commander, we hit it
with everything we had.

We didn't even slow it down.

The only weapons that might be
big enough to kill it

would rupture the hull
and kill everybody anyway.

And that's what
we'll have to do.

- Blow out the hull.
- Where are you going?

I'll try to lure it
into the docking area.

We get it in place, seal the
area, and blow out the airlock.

Armored or not,
nothing can live in a vacuum.

Fine, except how're you gonna
get it there?

By going straight
to its personality matrix.

I'm gonna try and make it mad.

Make it mad?
Are you nuts?

Commander!

[intense music]

Tular..

Tular of Ikarra VII..

My name.

My name.

Who knows my name?

Who knows my name?

Your name is dead, Tular.

Your world is dead.

Ikarra lives!

Ikarra must be protected!

You failed.

You failed
in your mission.

'Ikarra is dead..'

...by your own hand.

You, and others like you.

That is a lie!

That is a lie!

(Sinclair)
Ikarra is dead.

[roaring]

[roaring]

[dramatic music]

(Tular)
'Protect!'

Standing by. Ready to initiate
emergency decompression.

Wait! Wait!

[roaring]

[groaning]

- Come on!
- Protect!

Protect who?
From what?

Impure!

Yes. Impure.

You must protect against all
who are not pure Ikarran.

Yes!

And your own people,
how pure were they?

- Pure!
- How pure?

They didn't feed you facts.

They fed you propaganda.

They programmed you with
standards of genetic purity

no one could match!

Not even your own people!

Liar!

[grunting]

Seal the area. Stand by to blow
airlock and depressurize.

Commander,
if we depressurize the area now

you'll be killed with it.

Only one way past that thing.
I'm dead either way.

Dog the hatch.
Seal it. Now!

[whispering]
Stand by.

Ikarra lives!

Ikarra must be protected!

[groaning]

There is no Ikarra,
not the way you remember it.

The others, like you, they beat
the invaders, alright

'just like
they were programmed.'

'They killed anything
that was different...alien'

but we're all aliens
to one another

'flawed, impure...different!'

No!

Too tall! Too short!

Too dark! Too light!

Imperfect. They were killed.

And the killing
went on and on and on.

No!

The man you took over,
Nelson, he's seen Ikarra.

'Ikarra after the others
finished protecting it'

cleansing it of every slightest
variation in genetics.

You can access his memories.

'See for yourself.'

'Look inside his mind.'

'See what he's seen.'

Go on.

Look into his mind.

He can't hide the truth.
He can't lie to you.

'Look deep.'

'Look at it.'

A desert.

'Yes.'

Dead.

A thousand years...dead.

There's your pure world..

...your perfect world.

- We did this?
- 'Yes.'

No!

'Damn you. Look at it.'

You and the rest..

...you forgot the first rule
of the fanatic.

When you become obsessed
with the enemy

you become the enemy.

Ikarra!

Great Maker..

...forgive us.

This...madness!

Forgive us.

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Stephen, how's Nelson?

- Med lab 2, resting.
- Good.

Vance!

I found this
in Nelson's effects.

It's meant for
cardial stimulation.

If used
on a healthy person

it could cause
cardiac infarction or death.

The body of the customs guard
had two tiny marks on the back

so small we missed them at first

but they do match
the prongs there.

'I spoke to Nelson.'

He confirms things
I'd hoped I was wrong about.

You knew he did not put those
artifacts through quarantine.

He was acting on your orders
the whole time.

For God's sake, Vance, why?

[sighs]
Interplanetary Expeditions

the corporation that financed
the dig on Ikarra VII

is a front..

...a front for a
bio-weapons supplier.

Oh, I could just have turned
over the artifacts

taken the standard
commission

but if they were
what I suspected..

...organic weapons..

...then I could take a chance

hold back on delivery,
and they'd--

Pay millions.

Or more.

More money
than you can conceive.

But before you could take
that chance, you had to be sure

and that's why
you brought them here.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

You deliberately endangered

a quarter-million
humans and aliens

just to raise
your profit margin.

Oh, I was sure
I could control it.

I never expected anybody
to get hurt.

What about
the murdered customs guard?

Well, we had to get them
through customs.

Nelson said he'd do it.

I didn't know how.
I didn't ask.

There was too much at stake.

That's why the weapon bonded
to him, and not to one of us.

The program needed
someone willing to kill.

Look, Stephen,
we can work all this out.

We can sell the rest
of the artifacts

to Interplanetary Expeditions.

They have enough muscle
to clean up this whole mess.

All you have to do is, uh..

...not turn me in.

I mean, just think
what you could do

with all that money.

[doors open]

It's too late.

Stephen..

[chuckles]

[doorbell ringing]

Come.

You've looked better.

[sighs]
Listen, can I talk to you
for a second?

Sure.

The whole station's talking
about how you were willing

to risk your life
to stop that thing.

- I didn't risk--
- 'Let me finish.'

This is the third time
in the last year

you've put yourself
on the line like this.

I didn't know
anyone was counting.

'Jeff..'

...you're my friend.

You've been my friend
a lot longer

than you've been
my commanding officer

so I think
I'm entitled to say this.

We were both in Earthforce
during the war.

I wasn't on the line, but..

...I did my share.

I know a lot of guys who came
out of the war changed.

Some came out better.
Some came out worse.

A lot of them
have this problem.

The war gave them definition,
direction, purpose.

Without it, they don't know
how to fit in anymore

so they keep looking for ways
to go out in a blaze of glory.

Some people call that
being a hero, maybe so.

I don't know.
I've never been one.

Me...I think they're looking
for something worth dying for

because it's easier than finding
something worth living for.

Finished?

Yeah.

I guess that covers it.

'Michael..'

...I don't have
an answer for you..

..and..

...I think maybe I should.

Thanks.

[instrumental music]

There you go, sir.

You seem troubled, doctor.

No. I'm just thinking.

You know, the Ikarran
fought against invaders

just like we fought
against the Minbari.

They became obsessed with it.

Back home, there is a growing
pro-Earth movement

rumors of hate groups
targeting aliens.

And on all sides,
the fanatics

who think that society
has to be protected

against anyone
who's different.

I'm starting to wonder
if what we just saw

is a preview of things to come.

No. I can't believe
we'd be that foolish.

Santayana, "Those who do not
remember the past

are condemned to repeat it."

[clears throat]

- Yes?
- Dr. Franklin.

I have orders
to confiscate the artifacts

and transfer them
to Earth Central.

On whose authority?

Earth Force Defense,
bio-weapons division.

Something about studying them
for planetary security reasons.

It would seem no one
reads Santayana anymore.

You'll excuse me, if you need
me, I'll be over there

getting drunk
with the rest of the aliens.

(Mary Ann)
'So, commander, after all
you've just gone through'

I have to ask you
the same question

a lot of people
back home are asking

about space these days.

Is it worth it?

Should we just pull back

forget the whole thing
as a bad idea

and take care of our
own problems at home?

No. We have to stay here.

And there's a simple reason why.

Ask ten different scientists
about the environment

population control, genetics

and you'll get
ten different answers

but there's one thing every
scientist on the planet

agrees on.

Whether it happens in a hundred
years or a thousand years

or a million years, eventually
our sun will grow cold

and go out.

When that happens,
it won't just take us.

It'll take
Marilyn Monroe..

...and Lao-Tzu, and Einstein,
and Morabuto, and..

Buddy Holly,
and Aristophanes, and..

All of this..

All of this...was for nothing..

'...unless we go to the stars.'

[theme music]