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August 3, 2260.
Personal diary.

Ten days ago,
for the first time

the Shadows began
attacking openly.

So far, they've been hitting
targets close to the Rim.

The minor powers, a few in the League of Non-Aligned Worlds.

The attacks seemed totally
random, almost senseless.

If we thought it was nuts
around here before

this has only
made things worse.

We've had to hire more security personnel to keep things calm.

Make sure the wrong type
of people don't get on board.

But without our resources back home for background checks

we have to assume,
there will be lapses.

Everyone's been handling
the stress pretty well.

But sooner or later

something's got
to give somewhere.

Nobody's seen Kosh
in almost a week.

When the Vorlon goes
to ground, I worry.

What's going through his,
its mind?

I can't even guess.

And Londo, Londo is Londo.

You never know which way
he'll jump next.

Come.

- Londo, you wanted to see me?
- Yes, Vir.

Alright, that's fine.

Bring in the waist a little
and we'll be done.

Good, good.

Now, Vir, I want you
to rent a suite for me.

The biggest suite
in all of Babylon 5

and I want it filled
with flowers.

It'll cost.

Pay it.
Nothing is too good for her.

- Her? Her who?
- Adira.

After all this time, she is
finally coming back to me.

So far, we've got everything
more or less under control.

We should be okay for now.

As long as nothing else
goes wrong.

The Babylon project was our last, best hope for peace.

It failed.

But in the year
of the Shadow War

it became something greater.

Our last best hope for victory.

The year is 2260.

The place, Babylon 5.

'Their technology is too far
advanced beyond our own.'

We cannot defend ourselves

against this new enemy
without help.

'Is there anything
that Earth can do?'

Well, my people back home have
their own problems right now.

Since we declared independence

we are not exactly
in the position

to ask them for anything.

Everyone's on their own.

I sometimes think
that was the intent.

Our military is
hopelessly outnumbered.

We lost many ships in our recent
war with our neighbors.

Now you're all
in the same position

unable to defend yourselves.

'I can't believe you would've
trusted the Shadows'

when they said
they were on your side.

They just wanted you
to waste your resources

fighting each other.

We thought they recognized
our value over theirs.

It's not about value.

It's, it's, I-I don't
know what it is.

I don't know what
the Shadows want exactly

but they are not on anybody's
side, but their own.

I've asked a representative
from the Gaim to join us here

because they are the closest
major civilization

in your sector of space.

Ambassador She'lah,
there are four other worlds

in your area that could help
the Brakiri.

But they said
they would only consider it

if your people got involved.

- Will you?
- No.

And why not?

We are not attacked yet,
may not be attacked.

If we join Brakiri,
we are noticed.

We invite attack.

They are going to come
for you sooner or later.

You do not know that.

What they do not see,
they may not attack.

The enemy is powerful.

Show us you have equal power,
then we will consider.

If not, we will stay quiet.

Do you have equal power?

No, no, no, I am sorry

but I completely disagree
with your prognosis.

Well then, you shouldn't
have brought him to me

for a second opinion.

Prepare to ventilate
lung number three.

You do that, you disrupt
his entire metabolism.

Look, this is my facility,
Dr. Hobb

and I don't like having
my judgment questioned.

I'm not questioning
your judgment.

I'm saying you're flat wrong.

Look, I don't have time for this

and neither does he, alright?

'Begin ventilation
to take the pressure off'

'the secondary
pulmonary system.'

- Where should we stop?
- 9 PSI.

- Doctor.
- Look, have a seat.

Lend a hand
or get out of my way

but do not question me
in my lab, doctor.

- Doc, we've got an emergency.
- Get in line.

He was breaking up
a fight in Downbelow.

Somebody attacked him.

I've got minimal life signs,
severe cardiac arrhythmia.

Blood pressure dropping fast.

Get him to the infirmary,
start an IV

and cardiac stabilization.

Dr. Franklin,
we're losing him.

What? What are
you talkin' about?

- I said we're losing him.
- He's right.

We lost bio-signs
when lung number three

dropped below 11 PSI.

Well, bring him up.
I told you to stop at 13 PSI.

- Doctor.
- Get him up fast.

I want 13 PSI right now.

Bring him up that fast and you
might rupture the lung cap.

That's a chance
we're gonna have to take.

- Doc--
- Just a second.

- I just wanted to say--
- What is it with everybody?

Doesn't anyone listen
to one damn word I say?

I said we will take the chance

and I said we will
take care of him.

Ed, I said 13 PSI.

13! 13! 13!
Now, you got it? Damn It!

Respiratory system stabilizing.

Lung cap in place.

Good.

Good. Uh, Michael, look, I know
he's one of yours, alright.

We're gonna take care
of him, okay?

It's gross incompetence.
I told him to stop--

- At 9 PSI.
- Damn it, doctor.

Shall we check the lab tapes
to confirm?

You check whatever you want.
I don't give a damn.

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.

We, Centauri, live our lives
for appearances.

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."

Do you know what freedom
means to a slave?

Then take this..

...and wear it proudly
as a free woman.

And someday, come back to me.

Bye, my ambassador.

Ambassador.

- Londo?
- Yes, Vir. What is it?

You asked me to remind you
about Adira's suite.

You can look at it
whenever you like.

Alright, I'll be right there.

Hello? Who is there?

Hello, Mollari.

We have something to settle,
you and I.

I'm disappointed
in you, Mollari.

I don't know how you did it.

Lord Refa isn't returning
my calls anymore.

Somehow you convinced
your government

to pull back their campaign

against several other worlds
on the fringe of Centauri space.

I may have said a word
to someone here and there.

Something about not
weakening our defensives

by fighting
trivial border wars.

I thought we had a deal.

We carved up the galaxy,
you and I.

Yes, we did.

And what you do in your half
is your business

and what I do in mine is mine.

We need your government
to continue its campaign.

Yes, and why is that, hmm?

I don't think
you have any interest

in restoring the glory
of the Centauri Republic.

'No, I think
you are using us as..'

...shall we say,
agents of chaos.

A convenient distraction
making it easier

for your associates to do
whatever they wish to do, yes?

My associates need
a voice and an ear

in the Centauri royal court.

If you violate the terms
of our agreement

my associates may turn their eye
toward your home world.

Then we shall pluck it out.

If you put yourself
between us and our objectives

you may come to regret it.

There is nothing
you can do to me, Mr. Morden..

...that has not
already been done.

Good day.

No.

We need him alive for now.

There are other ways.

Yeah, come in.

Stephen.

Michael, what can I do for you?

I just thought I'd swing by,
see how things are going.

You, uh, coming in
or going out?

I'm going out.

Just took time off long enough
to grab a fast shower

something to eat,
I gotta get back to work.

I thought your shift ended
half an hour ago.

Well, it did.

But we're, uh, shorthanded
and since I can handle it--

- I don't think so.
- Excuse me?

I don't think you can handle it.

I don't think
you are handling it.

Look, I saw how you were
this afternoon in Medlab.

Well, it was busy.
I lost my temper.

No, you were five seconds
away from hysteria.

You were crazed and distracted
and it nearly cost you

the life of one your patients.

- Look, it came out alright.
- Yeah, this time.

What about next time?

Look, I don't have to
defend myself to you.

I think you do.

Somethin' here
ain't right, Stephen.

As your friend, I'm concerned.
As the head of security--

Yeah, what are you
gonna do, Michael?

Arrest me for being distracted?

I didn't know that a crime.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have to get dressed

and get back to work.

Hey, Stephen, wake up.

For the last six months,
you've been acting

more and more erratic.

Now it's not just me.
Everybody's noticed.

Look, if it's the stims,
again, I can help.

Would you just give it a rest?

You've been riding my butt
about stims all year.

Enough.

I don't wanna talk
about it anymore.

Don't make me go around you
to do my job.

You do whatever
you have to, Michael.

I don't care.

I am tired of this discussion

and I'm tired of you buttin'
into my life every 15 minutes.

So you do your job
and I'll do mine, okay?

Okay, fine. Just remember,
I came to you first.

I gave you a chance.

Hell of a lot more
than you're giving me.

It's late. You should rest.

Oh, I can't. I can't.

The reports keep coming in.

More hit-and-run Shadow attacks.

They jump in,
blow everything up in sight

and then jump out again.

They don't even bother
to secure the area.

It doesn't make sense.

It's the same pattern
they used a thousand years ago.

It keeps the major powers
off guard

never knowing
when to expect an attack.

But what is the goal?

If it isn't about territory,
what is it about?

I don't know, Delenn.
I don't know.

The only way we're going
to survive this war

is to organize the League,
the Narns

and as many other races
as possible

into a cohesive,
offensive force.

It's never been done before
and I can see why.

I mean, it's like stacking
marbles in a corner.

They are hip-deep
in their own agendas

and their own rivalries.

I mean, half of them won't
talk to the other half.

- 'But what's worse?'
- What?

I feel like I'm lying to them.

Um, you've seen the reports
from the front lines.

Yes, I have ideas.

Some possibilities.

But at this moment,
the stone-cold fact is that

none of us can stand up
to those ships.

If we could just score one
victory against the Shadows

it'd be enough to make
some of the others come around.

Then perhaps we should
give them a victory.

- Oh, just like that?
- Just like that.

And how do you suggest
we do that?

I'm sure you'll think
of something.

Every day people around here
start talking

more and more like Kosh.

- Doctor, may I?
- Please.

Never ceases to amaze me.

Every time someone says we're
becoming a paperless society

I get ten more forms
to fill out.

So what can I do for you,
Mr. Garibaldi?

I saw what happened in Medlab.

I checked the tapes.
You're right.

Dr. Franklin, gave the med techs
the wrong information.

Yes?

And if they hadn't caught it
as quick as they did

the patient would've died.

Very likely.

As I understand it, everyone
working in a Medlab facility

with constant exposure
to alien life forms

has to submit blood samples
on a regular basis

for examination, right?

Mm-hmm, that's right.
It's all done automatically.

- Who gets these tests?
- Dr. Franklin.

As chief of staff,
he's the only one authorized

for that kind of access.

But you know where they are.

I do.

I need you to pull
Franklin's blood samples

for the last 12 months,
check for anything

out of the ordinary.

Does the word privacy mean
anything to you, Mr. Garibaldi?

Look, as head of security,
I can get that information

myself through channels,
but that means

bringing other people in on it.

And if those samples show
what I think they show

Stephen can pretty much kiss
the rest of his career goodbye.

I'm trying to help him.

No, I'm sorry,
if you want that information

'you're going to have to go
through channels.'

I can't just give it to you.

Alright, can you at least tell
me where it is in the system?

Just to make it easy to find
when I do go through channels.

Mr. Garibaldi,
Stephen and I have had

our professional disagreements
from time to time, but..

...I don't wanna see him hurt.

Neither do I.

I just hope it's not too late.

And we'll need
a dozen bottles of Brivari

at least ten years old.

Uh, several carafes of hot jala
and three dozen..

No, make it four dozen
bouquets of star laces.

This is gonna be expensive.

You can put it on the
ambassador's personal account.

- Anything else?
- Uh, yes.

Um, personal effects
for Lady Adira.

Uh, clothes and things.

What kind of things?

Um..

Whoa.

She'll need something nice
to wear when she arrives.

You want this one here
with or without garters?

- You know, I, uh, I'm not--
- Okay, with.

You can never go wrong
with garters.

Oh, you might.

Look, I'll gonna leave
the list here

and I'll come back
and check on it later, okay?

Hello, Vir.

I'm-I'm sorry. I can't talk.

- I have things to do.
- Well, apparently so.

Anything I can do to help?

Um, short of dying, no.

I can't think of a thing.

I-I-I'm sorry to bother you.

I-I'm looking for Vir Cotto.

Um, I was supposed
to meet him here.

You just missed him.

I had some details
to work out with him.

Details, huh?

I-I think that he said he was
gonna talk to you about them.

Perhaps you could just
tell me what I missed.

Computer, security override.
Code 995 Alpha.

Voice identification,
Michael Garibaldi.

'Confirmed.'

Display the following
blood sample tests.

Franklin, Stephen.

'File numbers.'

'Awaiting file numbers
for display.'

No.

No, never mind. Abort.

Why?

Why'd I do it
or why didn't I do it?

Why didn't you do it?

Because on some level,
you've got to know the truth.

And after everything we've been
through if you can't talk to me

what's the hell's the point?

You know, when I figured
out what you were doin'

I ran the test myself

checking for stim levels.

I figured I'd show you

and prove to you
that you were wrong.

The thing about medicine is that

it all comes down
to the numbers.

X amount of something is safe.

Y amount is dangerous.

X amount of stims
in your bloodstream

proves that you're not addicted.

Y amount proves that you are.

It's funny..

..how easy it is
to just lose track.

You don't realize
how much you're doin'.

But the numbers don't lie,
do they?

No, they don't.

So..

...now that we both
know the truth..

...what are you gonna do
about it?

That's funny.

I was just gonna ask
you the same question

'cause right now,
it's not my decision.

- It's yours.
- Yeah.

I guess it is.

Nobody wants to fight a war
unless they know

there's at least a chance
of winning.

You can give them that hope.

As one of the older races

your technology has to be
at least as good as the Shadows.

Now if you can convince
your government

to send out an expedition

to engage one or two
of their ships.

No.

Alright, I know you can't take

the entire Shadow fleet
by yourselves

but if you could beat them
in just one fight

that could be the break we need
to get everyone organized.

Then we'd have a real chance.

You could do it, couldn't you?

Perhaps, but there are
still few of us.

It is not our time.

It is yours.

We are not prepared yet.

Don't turn your back on me.

Don't you even try
to walk away from me.

Just who the hell
do you think you are?

Oh, wait. I know what
you think you are

what you want us to believe

but I don't buy it.

For three years now, you've
been pulling everyone's strings

getting us to do all the work

and you haven't done
a damn thing

but stand there
and look cryptic.

Well, it's about time
you started

pulling your own
weight around here.

We're getting
an energy surge.

- Location?
- I don't know.

It's a non-localized phenomenon.

I hear you've got a saying

Understanding
is a three-edged sword.

Well, we've got a saying too.

Put your money
where your mouth is.

- Impudent.
- Yeah?

Well, maybe that's the only way
to get through to you.

You said you wanted to teach me
to fight legends.

Well, you're a legend too

and I am not going away
until you agree.

Incorrect.

- Leave now.
- No.

- Disobedient.
- Up yours.

So the real Kosh shows
his colors at last, huh?

You angry now?

Angry enough to kill me?

Because that's the only way
I'm leaving.

'Unless your people get off
their encounter-suited butts'

'and do something,
I've got nothing to lose.'

Hell, my own government
wants to kill me

and if we lose this war,
I'm just as dead.

Our only chance

is to get the other races
on board for this fight.

And right now,
you're the key to doing that.

- It is not yet time.
- And who decides that time?

You? You put me
in this position.

You asked me to fight
this damn war.

Well, it's about time
you let me fight it my way.

How many people
have already died

fighting this war
of yours, huh?

How many more will die
before you come down

off that mountain
and get involved?

Ships, colonies, whole worlds

are being destroyed out there
and you do nothing.

How many more?

How many more, Kosh?

How many more dead
before you're satisfied?

Go ahead.

Maybe one more death..

...will help balance
out the books.

'Go on. Get it over with.'

Save us both the trouble later.

I will do as you ask.

But there is a price to pay.

I will not be there
to help you

when you go to Z'ha'dum.

Yeah, you already said
if I go to Z'ha'dum, I'll die.

Yes.

Now.

Alright.

If that's the trade-off

if you wanna withhold
your help when the time comes

that's fine.

I'll go to it alone.

You do not understand,
but you will.

Captain.

Just got word of another
Shadow attack in Brakiri space.

It started about an hour ago.

- Anything else?
- No.

- They're completely outgunned.
- Alright.

Keep monitoring. Let me know
the moment anything changes.

Captain, Vorlon fleet
is engaging Shadow vessel.

- The Vorlon?
- Who's winning?

We are.

It's strange.
I can barely catch my breath.

I have been looking
forward to this

for so long that I feel..

Gods, Vir, I feel happy.

I had almost forgotten
what it was like.

'But I don't understand.'

We couldn't have missed her.

Excuse me, sir.

There are more coming
behind you, are there not?

Excuse me, uh,
anyone else on board?

Ambassador?

Who is that?

- I'm sorry. This isn't--
- I said who is that?

Her name is Adira Tyree.

The purser found her in her
cabin just before they docked.

'I'm sorry, ambassador.'

- 'Did you know her?'
- How?

- How did she die?
- We don't know.

There was no sign of violence.

No obvious trauma.

It may have been natural causes.

We won't know for sure,
until there's an autopsy.

Why? Why did you do this?

Poison was always the instrument
of choice in the old republic.

Being something
of a sentimentalist

I got here first

'and because, sooner or later'

'you would do it to me.'

'I'm sorry, ambassador.'

I'll see it to it
you get a full report.

- Check her for poison.
- Yes.

You hear me?
Check her for poison.

Londo.

The news is spreading
all over the place, captain.

We've got every ambassador in
the station ready to sign on.

I should stop by and see Kosh, thank him for his help.

It's almost 2 a.m.
You're exhausted.

My grandfather had a saying.

Good news can wait.

Bad news will refuse to leave.

Get some sleep.

John?

Johnny.

Dad?

I don't have much time, son.

I want you to know
you were right.

I didn't want to admit that.

Just pride, I guess.

You get, at my age,
you get kinda set in your ways.

It had to be done.

Don't blame yourself
for what happened later.

Dad, are you..

Are you alright?

It's too late for me.

I'm sorry for what I did before.

I knew what was ahead.
I guess..

I guess I was afraid.

When you've lived
as long as I have, you..

...you kind of get used to it.

Uh..

I wish I could have
done more for you.

Uh, there's so much
I should have said and..

Now it's too late.

You're right.

It's time you begin fighting
this war your way.

- I've got to go now, John.
- No, no. Don't, don't leave.

It's, it's alright, son.

See, as long as you're here..

...I'll always be here.

Kosh.

Uh, my people going over Kosh's
place with a fine-toothed comb

but we've got nothing.

No sign of forced entry,
no prints, no DNA fragments.

The place looks like
it's been through a war.

- No sign of a body.
- You will not find one.

Then how do you know he's dead?

I know.

So do the Vorlons, somehow.

They asked us to keep this
to ourselves.

They grieve for the death
of Kosh as much as we do

but they know that
the alliance we have formed

with the other worlds
is young and fragile.

News of his passing
could destroy it.

It was not uncommon
for Kosh to go unseen

for weeks at a time.

That gives the Vorlons enough
time to send a replacement.

No one will know.

He must have known
this would happen

as soon as the Vorlons
got directly involved.

That's what he meant
when he said

that he wouldn't be there
for me later.

I thought he was angry.

Trying to punish me

But he was afraid.

You look at him and..

...never would think
he could be afraid.

The Vorlon government
made one final request.

They asked
that his encounter suit..

...everything that was his..

...be placed in his ship.

'And then what?'

It was poison.

As I suspected.

And I believe you know
something about this.

Last thing I heard
from Lord Refa was that

he was very upset with you.

Understandable. You did try
to poison him after all.

He mentioned something
about evening the score.

I wasn't able to find out
what he was planning

because he stopped talking
to me right after that

at your urging.

If I had stayed
in contact with him

sooner or later, I'd have
found out what he was up to

and I could have stopped him.

No sentimental reasons.
It's just inefficient.

I'm terribly sorry, Londo.
I-I..

Is that why you called me here?

I gave this to her.

Told her to wear it
proudly as a free woman.

I might as well have
signed her death warrant.

Everyone around me dies,
Mr. Morden.

Except the ones
that most deserve it.

That is about to change.

You said that you would go away
for as long as I wanted.

I no longer want that.

All I want now is revenge.

They took from me..

...the one thing that I have,
have ever truly loved.

And you will help me,
Mr. Morden, to strike them down.

Give me this

and the safety of my people..

...and let the rest
of the galaxy burn.

I don't care anymore.

Will you help me, Mr. Morden?

Of course, ambassador.

As ever, I am always
in your service.

Doc.

Garibaldi said you wanted
to see me privately.

Yes, I did.

Maybe you've noticed,
maybe you haven't

but I haven't been doing
as good a job around here

as I should have.

I kept wanting to do more
and I ended up doing less.

It's ironic, you know?

When I look in the mirror,
I don't see me.

I see the job.

I was the job.
Nothin' else mattered.

I haven't been on a date.
I haven't, I haven't seen a vid.

I-I-I haven't just sat
and listened to music

in-in I don't know how long.

- Stephen, I have--
- Wait, wait, let me finish.

Because if I stop, I'm afraid
I'm not gonna get through this.

- Alright.
- I've been taking stims, John.

A lot of them. Too many.

Because they kept me busy.

They, they kept me
from lookin' in the mirror

and realizing that I do not know

who was looking back at me.

I was so obsessed with fixing
other people's problems

because I was afraid
to face my own.

I don't think I have
that luxury anymore.

Now I can keep lying to myself..

'...till something
goes wrong..'

...somebody dies.

Or I can stop now.

Leave the job before you're
forced to take it away from me.

So effective immediately,
I am resigning

as chief of staff
of the Medlab facility.

I'm not sure
what I'm gonna do.

I guess I'll, uh, figure it out.

Look--

I've got a lot to figure out

and it's time I got started.

And then what?

Then once Kosh's belongings
are loaded into his ship

it will activate itself.

The ship was made for him.

It was a part of him.

In a curious way,
it is alive.

It cannot live without him.

So it will grieve as we do

in its own way..

...and perform its last duty..

...in memory of Kosh.