All language subtitles for Babylon.5.S02E04.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_Subtitles01_Unnamed.ENG

Repair crews report they'll be
finished by 1500 hours.

Good, I wanna send a message
to Babylon 5

attention of Captain
John Sheridan.

And, uh..

...take this down exactly.

Oh, good, captain,
I was about to call you.

We just received
a message for you.

It's captain Maynard
of the Cortez.

- It's, uh, rather rude, sir.
- Rude?

Unless all your friends
call you "Swamp Rat."

Oh, that's an old nickname
and a long story.

I have to tell you about it
sometime.

The Cortez is coming here
for resupply.

She sent in the requisition
separately.

She's asking for a lot.
Must've been out a long time.

Yeah, at least five years.

How many Explorer class ships
have ever visited Babylon 5.

- None. Until now.
- You're in for a real treat.

Explorer ship coming
through the gate, commander.

Impressive.

Take a good look, people.

If you're supremely lucky,
you may see

two ships like her
in your lifetime.

Captain, I believe
your friend Stinky has arrived.

The Babylon project
was our last

best hope for peace.

A self-contained world
five miles long

located in neutral territory.

A place of commerce
and diplomacy

for a quarter of a million
humans and aliens.

A shining beacon in space

all alone in the night.

It was the dawn
of the third age of mankind

the year the Great War
came upon us all.

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

The year is 2259.

The name of the place
is Babylon 5.

It's really great
to see you, Jack.

Yeah. You, too, John.

Last I heard, you were
heading for the Rim.

Yeah, we spent two years
mapping most of sector 900.

You'll probably get the updated
star charts in about a month.

I saw you on the news when they
announced your posting here.

Don't tell me you get ISN all
the way out on the Rim now?

Hell, no. No, no.

We got called back in
to do a repair

on one of the Euphrates' gates.

Well, we had to do
a resupply anyway

so, when I heard the news,
thought we ought to stop in.

- Captain, there you are.
- Yes, ambassador.

Jack, this Ambassador Delenn
of the Minbari Federation.

Ambassador,
Captain Jack Maynard.

- Ambassador.
- Captain.

I was hoping to convene
a meeting of the council

later this week to discuss
the problems in sector 19.

No problem,
I'll rearrange my calendar.

Let me know when
and I'll be there.

Thank you. Captain.

- John, she's Minbari?
- Uh-huh.

Well, she doesn't look like one.

I mean, she does,
but, but she doesn't.

I mean, what's the deal?

Still trying
to figure that out.

There's the story she told us,
but, then

the Minbari never tell you
the whole truth.

I know what you mean.

Ah, this is some kind of setup
you're running here, John.

Yeah, it's big, beautiful,
and crazy-making.

There's more going on here
every minute of every day

than anywhere else
I've ever served.

Yeah, it's quite a job.

Never thought I'd see you
in one like it.

Listen, doc, I appreciate
your concern

but I eat what I want,
when I want, as much as I want.

That's before you were shot.

Right now you still have
iron deficiency.

Your blood pressure's always
been a little high.

I'm prescribing you presslocomp

and putting you on a restricted
diet so you'll mend faster.

Oh, but it's time for me to make
my favorite meal, bagna cauda.

- What is it?
- It's a kind of Italian fondue.

So you start with a pint
of olive oil, extra virgin.

Yeah, then you melt about a
quarter pound of butter into it.

Oh, man, then you take garlic,
lots and lots of garlic

and anchovies--

Anchovies? Forget it.

Too much salt. And no bread.

Come on, doc!
No salt, no bread, no anchovies?

- No bagna cauda.
- Tough.

Here's a list of things
I want you to try to avoid.

But I-I like all this stuff,
es-es-especially..

Oh, c-come on.

- Doc. Doc. Doc. Doc. Doc.
- Hmm?

- There's nothing left.
- Oh, sure there is.

Here, this is what you can eat.
See, all kinds of things.

You're serious about this,
aren't you?

Well, I'm not only serious about
you following the plan,

but this gives me
the perfect excuse

to call all ranking station
personnel

for an atherogenic
factor profile.

People don't eat right,
skip meals

eat strange things at odd hours.

I mean, someone has to
look after your health.

Okay, fine. Diet.

- No, no, no. Food plan.
- Got it.

Mr. Garibaldi.

You'll be needing these.

And Mr. Garibaldi? I will be
monitoring you closely.

The Narn and Centauri
were at each other's throats.

The Vorlons had some kind
of an agenda

that no one can understand.

The Minbari leadership
hated me immediately

and unconditionally.

And Ambassador Delenn
was hibernating

in some kind of a cocoon.

And that was just the end
of the first day.

So are you handling it?

One day at a time.

I always figured
we'd be having this drink

out on the Rim somewhere.

You always said
you wanted an Explorer ship.

Yeah, well,
when the president calls

it's kind of hard to say no.

Funny he should pick someone
that the Minbari

don't particularly like.

Well, I, I try to accord them

every courtesy
so they can't complain.

- Not too much anyway.
- What about you, Johnny?

This isn't exactly
what you trained for.

It's not really what you wanted.

Jack, I can make
a difference here.

It's important.

I suppose.

I just never figured that

a die-hard spacer like you

would wind up tied to a desk.

Well, it's a hell of a desk
to be tied to.

- To a good visit on Babylon 5.
- Babylon 5.

'The Glory Shop, Green Tiger'

Finagle's Place they've all
filed written complaints.

And the cart vendors have been
bending my ear about it

everytime I walk through
the Zocalo.

So, what're you doing about it?

We're running checking
security-system videos

in the stores to see if we pick
up familiar faces.

I've doubled the Zocalo watch
in the rush hours.

But hasn't helped so far.

Sounds like a petty shoplifting
wave, Mr. Garibaldi.

Surely you can handle it.

Yes, I can, but I just thought
you'd wanna be informed.

I appreciate that,
but it's your job.

I'll expect a full report when
you've apprehend the thieves.

Understood?

But I thought you wanted to know

everything that went on
in the station

Everything important,
Mr. Garibaldi.

I expect you to handle the
details in terms of security.

Yes, sir.

But I-I'd rather hear
your stories.

I mean, you gotta remember,
I hear the same ones

over and over again
for years on my ship.

The only relief I get
is when we make supply a stop.

Yeah, but your stories
are much more interesting.

- Not necessarily.
- Well..

Well, there was that time
that you took leave on Mars

and that dancer, as I recall..

- Uh, Captain Sheridan?
- Yes, Captain Maynard?

July 12, uh, 2253.

Oh, forget I said anything.

So where are you headed next,
captain?

Oh, back out to the Rim.
The new Rim.

Now that we've finished
mapping Sector 900.

We're hoping to build
two new jumpgates by the end

'of the year
and then have Earth follow up'

'with, uh, survey ships.'

Captain, you've done
a lot more traveling

in hyperspace than just about
anybody else here.

Is there any truth
to the stories?

- What stories?
- 'Well, you know.'

Things happen out there.
People see weird things.

"Universe Today" had a story
a couple of months ago

asking if something
was living in hyperspace.

Nothing can live in hyperspace.

Well, what do you say, captain?

Well, living? I don't know
about that, lieutenant.

But there's something out there.

And I think it's stranger
than any one of us can imagine.

Were you serious when you said

something was out there
in hyperspace?

Serious? What do you mean?

You weren't just yanking
their chains a little

building up a story
to tweak their imaginations?

No, no. I saw something once.

Go on.

Well, it wasn't in hyperspace,
though.

But you know,
things can get kind of weird

out on the Rim too.

It's funny, you never know
what you're gonna find

when you look over the edge
of what's known

and into what's not.

We were in Sector 857,
I took my NAV officer

Lieutenant Patrick with me
for a look-around

in one of our scout ships.

- And?
- 'Well.'

I noticed that we'd gotten out
of sight of the Cortez

and I was,
I was just about ready

to turn back
when I saw something.

It was maybe
1000 kilometers away

black against space.

Now, the reason that I know
it was there

is that it blotted out
the stars behind it.

I don't know the exact
shape of it

but it was big.

I turned to Pat,
asked him if he could see it

and when I looked back,
it had vanished.

You are the second person
in a month to tell me

that there's something strange
going on out on the Rim.

Did your NAV officer see it?

Oh, h-he says he saw a..

...blink, a change in space.

Ah! He doesn't know what it was
any more than I do.

But it's there.
And it was real.

Oh, it still sends a shiver up
my back when I think about it.

No, no, no. I don't see how
I can do this, Garibaldi.

Look, if it's the credits
you're worried about

my account can handle it.

Money's not the issue
and you know it.

What you want is heavy.
You won't use substitutes.

And the reals stuff's hard
to come by.

Freighters don't like
to carry stuff this

'cause they can give space
to lighter weight items.

Man, I'm gonna have
to hump to get this,

even if I can get it at all.

Alright, alright, look.

There's a bonus in it.

Look, I'm working on it.
That's all I can say.

Alright, good enough. Oh!

One last thing. Don't mention
this to Dr. Franklin, okay?

Oh, okay, no problem.
But that's gonna cost you.

It's gonna cost me for you
to say nothing to somebody?

How much for you to say nothing
to everybody?

Oh, you couldn't afford it.

Ten pounds?

Well, a 10-pound gain
isn't too bad.

You could afford to lose it.

Here's a list of foods
I want you to avoid.

No meat, low fat,
lots of vegetables.

That's rabbit food.

Well, it's only for a little
while, captain.

We'll get those 10 pounds off
in no time.

Who's we?

Well, a doctor and his patient
are a team, captain.

- Don't you agree?
- Sure.

And since we're a team,
why don't you do the diet part?

I'm not sure I understand the
intent of this meeting, Teronn.

I have been delegated
by others who..

Delenn, there is concern among
our people here on Babylon 5.

Meaning no disrespect.

They worry that you
are no longer one of us.

I am more "one of us" at this
moment than I have ever been.

More than you will ever know.

I appreciate your concern,

there is nothing
I can tell you at this time.

- Later.
- This cannot wait.

We need to understand
what is happening.

Understanding is not required,
only obedience.

To our own kind, yes.

But that is the question.

Are you any longer our own kind?
We have a right to know.

If you cannot give us what
we need, we will ask permission

to send a representative

to speak directly
with the Grey Council.

- Unless you object?
- No.

No, I have no objections.
Is there anything else?

No. Thank you.

If everything's satisfactory,
doctor,

I'll be returning to my duties.

Just one last thing, commander.

I worked out this food plan
for you.

Are you telling me
to go on a diet?

I'll have you know, I don't have
an ounce of fat on my body.

I exercise vigorously once a day
and despite my injury--

B-but when you eat, you don't
eat enough of the right things.

'You have deficiencies
in calcium'

'iron and several other
minerals'

and it's hampering recovery.

Now, I recommend iron
supplements

and an increased diet.

Uh, food plan
to replenish your system.

- I'll gain weight!
- Well, briefly, yes.

Figures. All my life I've fought
against imperialism.

Now suddenly, I am the expanding
Russian frontier.

But with very nice borders.

'Central Supply, we need a final
data check on issued supplies.'

'Roger that, Cortez,
we've got..'

I'll see you when you come back
this way again.

Well, it might be a few years.

I sure wish
I were going with you.

Yeah, the big empty
has a way of grabbing at a man.

It's still just a-a job
to get done, you know.

Duty hours, routine.
Dull stuff half the time.

Every once in a while,
something interesting happens

but, uh, you know,
the adventure's all in the mind.

Well, as my chief of security
would say

that is a load of horse hockey.

The adventure is out there,
Jack. A man has to go meet it.

Well, sometimes it comes to you.
Wait for it, Johnny.

'Captain Maynard,
please report to the Cortez.'

'You are wanted aboard.'

'Captain Maynard,
to the Cortez, please.'

That'll be my exec,
pestering me with paperwork.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Now, listen, Swamp Rat.

You hold this place together,
you hear me?

'I'd like to come back to it.'

'Babylon Control,
this is the Cortez.'

'C-1-niner-niner.
We are ready for jump.'

May I?

This is Babylon Control, Cortez.
You are cleared for jump.

'I thought this sort of thing
was supposed to be'

'your area of concern,
commander.'

Yes, sir.
Ordinarily it would be.

The Tokati ambassador objects
to having a new

consular group from Pak'ma'ra
quartered next to him.

He claims they smell bad.

Which of course, they do.
And that he's downwind of them.

I assume you explained
that our air is recycled

and there is no wind
up or down on the station?

Repeatedly, but he insists
he smells something offensive

and that something
must be his neighbors.

He also insists that you
and only you

can straighten out this matter
to his satisfaction.

The Abbai delegation is as large
as the Pak'ma'ra group

and they're two corridors over.

Have them swap quarters.

And you tell the ambassador
that's as upwind

as it gets on Babylon 5, huh.

Done and done.

Is there something else,
commander?

- If I may speak frankly?
- Yeah.

Ever since the Cortez arrived,
you just haven't been yourself.

I thought perhaps you'd like
to talk about it.

I command starships, Susan,
not cities in space.

These problems,
the, the petty complaints

the endless bickering,
the constant negotiations.

Jack Maynard said this isn't
what I was trained for

and he's right.

I mean, I am constantly
sandbagged, swamped, drowned

an-and snowed under
by nothing but trivia!

I mean, look at this desk.

I can't find a thing on it.
You know me.

Is this me? Huh?

Starships run on details.
You've always run a tight ship.

That's an admirable trait.

B5 can never run
in quite the same way.

But you've had to settle
your share of crew squabbles

in your time,
so forgive me for saying this

but it must be something
more than just that.

Maynard is right.

- I've been beached.
- Hardly.

Running B5 takes just as much
energy, intelligence

and patience as it does
to command a starship.

But there is a difference.

They have turned me
into a bureaucrat, a politician.

I'll tell you one thing, if the
primates that we came from

had known that someday
politicians

would come out of the,
the gene pool

they'd have stayed up in the
trees and written evolution off

as a bad idea!

Hell, I always thought the
opposable thumb was overrated.

You're here because
the president thought

you could handle it.

As your executive officer,
I have the right

to know...was he wrong?

I don't know.

Maybe he was, and it's just
taken this long to sink in.

Look, uh..

...take those alien delegations
and switch them around.

And see if you can smooth
any ruffled feathers.

Um, refresh my memory.

Does the Tokati ambassador
have feathers?

No, sir. I'll take care of it.

What's our ETA
on the other side of the..

Emergency power!
All stations report.

XO's hurt bad, sir!

'Well, then get Dr. Hunter
up here on the double'

and check for more casualties.

- Pat, what's our flight status?
- Power's down 30%!

We're flying blind.

After we jumped
the fusion reactor spiked

when it came back online.

The system wasn't ready
to handle it, the EMP blew out

the entire tracking system.

Meaning we lost the lock-on
signal from the jumpgate.

Yes, sir, without it, we can't
find our way out of hyperspace.

'It all turned out to be a bunch
of kids stealing on a dare.'

Some kind of initiation thing.

We couldn't get a lock on them
because

it was never the same one twice.

So I slipped some security
guards in as salespeople

and they nailed
one of the kids in the act.

He talked his mouth off.
That was it.

- What did you do with him?
- I spaced him.

No.

I made them give back
all the stolen stuff

and assigned him
to community service.

Seems rather mild punishment.

Not if the community service

is cleaning out the garbage
recycling unit.

This is all his fault, you know.

- Wait a minute--
- I agree.

This whole diet thing
is your fault.

Food plan.

- Whatever.
- Whatever.

Well, what're we gonna
do about it?

- Do it nicely.
- Oh.

- Anything?
- Power's coming back.

But the navigation's
shot to hell, captain.

- Can you fix it?
- We have the parts.

But not the time, it'll take
48 hours minimum.

By that time,
we'll be swept so off-course

we'll never find
the lock-on signal.

- Well, stay with it.
- Yes, sir.

Start transmitting a mayday.

Our transmission's pretty iffy

this far into hyperspace.

Well, send it anyhow.

Something may get through.

Sir, we're getting a message
from the Cortez.

It's a mayday.

Put it on the speaker.

'This is the Cortez,
there's been an accident'

'to navig...instruments.'

'No lock on signal, we are..'

'stranded in hyperspace..
Lost..'

'Please respond.
Mayday. May..'

'Please respond. Mayday.'

'Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.'

Take it off speaker.
Keep recording.

Some other pieces
may come through in the clear.

Send this response immediately.

Your signal has been received
and help is on the way.

- Keep sending that.
- Yes, sir.

I want available pilots in
the squadron bay in 20 minutes.

I shouldn't need to remind you

no ship lost in hyperspace
has ever been found again.

I know.

I do not understand
the necessity

of these frequent examinations,
doctor.

I am fine.

Ambassador, you've been through
quite a change.

Even if I weren't curious
from a scientific point of view

I'm still a doctor
and you're my patient.

I have to make sure you're not
suffering any side effects

of your transition.

- So..
- Nothing of consequence.

Momentary dizziness.
Fatigue. That's all.

Nothing else is bothering you?

How are the other Minbari
reacting to your situation?

Fine.

They accept this
without question?

Of course.

So when does the new
delegation arrive?

- What new delegation?
- I don't know.

I only heard Mr. Garibaldi
mention to someone

that he was awaiting
their arrival.

I believe they're called
bagna cauda?

Commander Ivanova has briefed
you on the situation.

All we know
from the Cortez's mayday

is that something has brought
her down in hyperspace.

As the commander has reminded me

no one has ever recovered
a ship from hyperspace.

- But I'm determined to try.
- How far out is she?

Unknown. We can't pick up
a trace of her lock-on signal.

The further off the lock-on
signal a ship is pulled

the more distorted her signals.

Now, the first message we got
from the Cortez

was fairly strong,
but it's fading.

So we have to move on this fast.

But if we don't know where
she is, how do we find her?

I have an idea on that.

But it's risky.

There's a strong chance that

'some or all of
the rescue ships..'

'...might not make it back.'

We know there is a drift
in hyperspace..

...that can pull
a powerless ship

down the gravitational incline.

The Cortez still has power.

She can hold her position
a little longer.

So..

...we are going to borrow a page
from the lifeboat service.

When a ship foundered
in bad weather they'd go out

in huge dories to save
the crew and passengers.

They'd form a line of lifeboats
from the ship to the shore.

As a kind of lifeline.

The first fighter will stop
just inside the gate

and lock on to the gate signal.

The second fighter will proceed
1000 kilometers further in

and lock on to the signal
of the first one.

The third fighter will
lock on to the signal

of the second one, and so on.

Which leaves the last man
hanging in midair.

But if he's broadcasting a
search signal in all directions

there's a chance the Cortez
will pick it up.

If they're still in range.

We extend the range by moving
the fighters further out

like an expanding telescope.

It's a long shot.

But it's their only chance.

Any questions?

No, sir.

Good. You'll hit space
in five minutes.

Good luck.

I'd give anything
to be going with them right now.

So would I.

'Zeta Wing, commence
drop sequence check.'

'Power up to standby.
Initiate drop sequence.'

- Zeta Squadron.
- Zeta Squadron, standing by.

An old friend of mine
once quoted me

a ancient Egyptian blessing.

"God be between you and harm

in all the empty places
where you must walk."

Bring the Cortez home.

Communication status?

Nothing from the Cortez now,
sir.

Your message is being relayed

from fighter to fighter
in hyperspace.

The pilots report
no response yet.

Captain. I'm getting a signal
from Babylon 5.

- It's very faint, sir.
- On speaker.

'Cortez,
this is Babylon Control.'

'If you can hear us,
please respond.'

'We are sending help. Cortez,
this is Babylon Control.'

'If you can hear us,
please respond.'

Send this.

'Babylon Control,
this is the Cortez.'

'Lock on still not functioning.'

Cortez, this is Babylon Control.

Keep on broadcasting
your mayday.

'We're homing in on it
and sending a sheepdog'

'to lead you home.'

You got the signal, Warren?

Hard to get a beat on it, sir.

Radio locator
doesn't want to settle.

- Keep scanning.
- 'Yes, sir.'

Alright, what's happening?

It's gotten scratchy again, sir.

I can't even hear
the pilots now.

Alright. Carry on.
Why don't you take a break?

Why don't you? Sir.

I can't.

Jack's too old a friend.

If this turns into a wake,
I wanna be here.

Is he the one that told you
about the Egyptian blessing?

Hm.

He was my first
commanding officer.

The old Moon-Mars Patrol
before the war.

Damn, I thought he knew
everything.

He did too.

Captain Maynard
knows the risks he takes

every time he orders
his ship out.

So if it's a wake,
I'll drink with you.

But until it is, why don't we
just remember that blessing?

'Mayday. May..
This is the Cortez.'

Commander, I've got the signal.

- And locking on.
- Go. I'll hold here.

Yes, sir.

Captain, captain!

I do believe
that's our sheepdog.

Keffer!

Galus!

Navigation system inoperative.
Communication disrupted.

- Engaging lateral thrusters.
- Negative function.

Where is he?
Where's the fighter?

Increasing range and scanning.

Scanning. Got him.

What's going on?

Come on, come on.
Figure it out!

What the hell's he doing?
What's he shooting at?

I don't know. He keeps firing
in the same direction.

But there's nothing out there.

Except...the way home.

He's firing in the direction
he wants us to go.

- Can you calculate that?
- I'm on it.

Communication to Starfury
restored.

'Cortez, get out of here now!'

Starfury, this is the Cortez.

We can come after you.
Do you copy?

'NAV system not functioning.
Engines down.'

If you come after me
we'll both get lost. Go!

Thanks, Starfury.

Pat.

Lay in the course.
Follow the trail.

Yes, sir.

- Ships coming through.
- How many?

Three. No, four.

Cortez, this is Babylon Control.

Where are the other two
fighters?

I'm sorry, Johnny.
They didn't make it.

Nice of you to join me finally.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm late. I know.

Did you get it?

Look, the supply-ship
cargo master

begrudged every extra ounce
of every inch of space.

But I called in some favors.

You're lucky I have a few
to spare, Garibaldi.

Yeah, so bill me. Where is it?

Bam.

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Okay? Alright?

So I asked myself,
now, who on the station

could pull together
the ingredients of bagna cauda

so far from Earth?

Your qualifications precede you,
Mr. Orwell.

Mr. Garibaldi.

Doc.
Give me a minute.

It's for my birthday. Honest.
You can check the date.

Alright, it's your birthday,
so what?

So..

...my father always made bagna
cauda for me on my birthday.

My pop was a great cook,
and bagna was his specialty.

And when he used to cook it,
I mean, the smell

oh, man, the smell
would fill the whole place.

It's funny, you know,
when I watched him cook

I knew he was doing it
because he loved me.

He just could never say it.

And so he did that instead.

He's been gone a long time.

So now I make it myself
once a year.

Honoring him, you know?

It's the only part of him
I got left.

Well, in that case..

...why don't you make
enough for two.

Yeah?

Captain.

I can come back
if you wish to be alone.

No, no, no. Please.

I heard the news.
I'm sorry for your loss.

That's the hard part, isn't it?

Sending young people out to die.

But they saved others.

At the right moment,
they were in the right place

and knew what to do.
As you did.

What makes you think
this is the right place for me?

The universe puts us in places
where we can learn.

They're never easy places,
but they are right.

Wherever we are is the right
place and the right time.

The pain that sometimes comes..

...is part of the process
of constantly being born.

You sound like you've been
doing some thinking

about this on your own.

Perhaps.

We are both, I suppose,
going through transitions.

But the universe knows
what it's doing.

I wish I had your faith
in the universe.

I just don't see it sometimes.

Then I will tell you
a great secret, captain.

Perhaps the greatest
of all time.

The molecules of your body

are the same molecules
that make up this station

and the nebula outside

that burn inside
the stars themselves.

We are star stuff,
we are the universe

made manifest,
trying to figure itself out.

And as we have both learned

sometimes the universe requires
a change of perspective.

'Thrusters back online.
No lock-on signal detected.'

- Estimate remaining oxygen.
- '32.5 minutes.'

We've been through
a lot together, haven't we?

Who would've thought?

Computer, analyze flight path
of unknown object.

- Correlate to last sighting.
- 'Stand by.'

Sorry, captain.

Jumpgate activated.

'Babylon Control..'

...request permission to dock.

Permission granted.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you, sir.

Commander Galus. The best
squadron leader I ever had.

- To Galus.
- To Galus.

So, lieutenant,
do you have any idea at all

what caused the disruption
that nearly wrecked you?

And saved me.

When I saw it again,
just for a second

I figured it must be riding
its lock-on

even though the direction
was nothing

like I've ever seen before.

'When it came through
the first time'

it was on a right angle
to the gates position.

Once I figured that out,
I just struck out

in what seemed
like the right direction.

As for what it was,
I don't know.

'There was just this feeling
that something'

'dark and dangerous
had gone by.'

You know that feeling,
like somebody

just walked on your grave?

That's the only way
I can describe it.

'This feeling that something's
out there.'

You just never forget it.

I wanna know what it is.

I'm sure we'll find out
one of these days.

At the moment,
that investigation

isn't our first order
of business.

There is one other.

Lieutenant, I know this isn't
a very good time for this

but Zeta Squadron
needs a new commander.

I've decided to give it to you.

Congratulations.

Say, uh, isn't John
supposed to be here?

Yes, he is. That reminds me,
where's Garibaldi?

Trust me, doc.
You are gonna love this.

I can feel my arteries hardening

just being in the same room
with it.

Alright.

- That's good.
- Mm-hm. Told you.

- That is very good.
- Hm! You think that's good.

- Wait till dessert.
- Now, wait a minute.

- I didn't authorize dessert.
- No?

- Then you can't have any.
- What is it?

Doesn't matter.
You're not getting any.

No, no, no.
L-let's not be hasty.

No, no, no, no, no. Too late.

This is great.

I see you're hard at it, sir.

I've decided it's time
to get back to work.

The station doesn't run itself.

Captain Maynard,
Lieutenant Keffer

and the rest of the pilots
would like you to join them

in the officers club.

Okay, give me an hour,

and I'll have everything
under control here.

Yes, sir.

'Ever had a long talk'

with Ambassador Delenn,
commander?

From time to time. Why?

She and the universe

seem to have
a special relationship.

Don't we all?

Star stuff.