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Commander's personal log.

We're still searching
for First Ones

to use in our war with
the Vorlons and the Shadows.

There's less than 24 hours left

before everything
hits the fan.

We can't afford to waste
any more time.

We have to get back
to Babylon 5

then catch up with the fleet.

We've been waiting for two
hours. We have to move on.

'There aren't any more
First Ones around here.'

We've got five so far.
That's as good enough.

There is time for one more.
This is the last.

It's important
to have them all.

Keep sending the signal.

I'll give you ten more minutes,
and then we're leaving.

I just wish I knew how things
were going out there.

Captain's idea about hitting
Vorlon targets

delaying them long enough to put
our fleets in the killing zone

between the Vorlons
and the Shadows, it's..

A brilliant strategy.

He's making a crucible

which he hopes will force out
the truth.

Quite brave. Possibly futile,
but...very human.

I will introduce them
to you now.

They're almost as old
as the Vorlons.

They've not spoken to anyone
outside their own race

for centuries.

But they'll remember you?

Oh, yes.

I just hope the captain's okay.

White Star 9,break off
and target their forward guns.

Forward screens are down.

Tactical Squadron,
follow us in.

Vorlon observation post
destroyed.

Good. We can proceed
to the rendezvous point

without being watched.

Make the jump to hyperspace,
Mr. Lennier.

Look at it.

Thousands of ships.

Over two dozen races
working together

for the very first time.

You put together
a hell of a team, Delenn.

You should be proud.

Win or lose,
we'll go down fighting.

Pour it on, Mr. Lennier.

Take us into the fire.

It was the year of fire.

The year of destruction.

The year we took back
what was ours.

It was the year of rebirth.

The year of great sadness.

The year of pain..

And a year of joy.

It was a new age.

It was the end of history.

It was the year
everything changed.

The year is 2261. The place..

Babylon 5.

I've heard that
some of the Vorlons

would be within
striking distance

of Centauri Prime
about the same time

we reach Coriana VI..

...so why are we here
instead of there?

Six billion lives on Coriana.

Three billion lives
on Centauri Prime.

We have enough ships
to make a stand at one of them

so which do you choose?

It's numbers..

Cold, unsympathetic numbers.

Let's just hope we pulled
enough of the Vorlons away

to give the Centauri a chance
or if they've

got rid of any
Shadow influences by now.

Otherwise, I wouldn't give you
two cents for their chances.

Ambassador. I mean-I mean..

I-I mean..
Prime Minister Mollari

but we tried to get everything
you wanted in place

but you've given us
so little time

and with the death
of Emperor Cartagia

we have all been in mourning.

'Well, you'll be mourning
the entire planet'

unless we take care
of this quickly.

The Vorlons are less
than 12 hours away.

We have to get rid
of the Shadow Vessels

before they get here.

Bring me the ministers of war,
intelligence

transportation, and security.

I want them here
in ten minutes.

Prime minister,
please--

And then you will clear
the palace

of everyone who has
worked for Cartagia.

Personal guards,
food tasters

physicians, everyone.

I have enough
to deal with as it is

without worrying about
a knife in the back.

Minister, please!

Oh, oh, oh. Sorry.

I wasn't thinking.

Felt very natural though.

Why is he..
Why are you still here?

- Go, go!
- Go, go.

We have very little time left,
Vir

and much work ahead of us,
and then..

...then we must find Mr. Morden

and tell him the bad news.

John, I've just
heard from Ivanova.

They have found all of
the remaining First Ones

and sent them on
to the rendezvous point.

She was about to follow,
but, uh..

...I told her to wait
for confirmation.

John, we have so many ships.

One more will not
turn the tide of battle.

I promised Ivanova she'd be here
with the fleet at the end.

I owe it to her
to keep that promise.

Tell her to come on in
and to haul ass

or she'll miss
all the excitement.

Very well.

I'll tell her to haul ass

but that seems to me
a very undignified position

from which to command
one of the White Star fleet.

Yes?

I was told you were
ready to leave.

Almost. You're awfully impatient

for someone who's supposed
to be immortal.

Not immortal as you mean it.

My race can die..

...through illness or injury.

So where are the rest of them?

They, uh, fell ill and died,
were injured and died.

The rest went away. I am
the last, and I was the first.

I have to admit I'm a little bit
skeptical about that.

Skepticism is the language
of the mind.

What does your heart tell you?

My heart
and I don't speak anymore.

Yes.

I have noticed that.

Okay.

Let's assume that
in all of the universe

you were the first living being
to achieve sentience

billions of years ago.

At that point,
you'd be doing pretty good

to invent fire or the wheel.

You couldn't come up
with science, technology

find a serum for immortality,
all in one lifetime.

It wasn't necessary.

We were born
naturally immortal.

It's impossible.
Everything dies.

Yes...now.

At first, we were kept in
balance by birth rate.

Few of us were ever born,
less than a handful each year.

Then, I think
the universe decided

that to appreciate life

for there to be
change and growth

life had to be short

so the generations
that followed us

grew old, infirm, died.

But those of us
who were first went on.

We discovered the Vorlons
and the Shadows

when they were infant races,
and nourished them

helped them and all the other
races you call the First Ones.

In time, most of them died

or passed beyond the rim
to whatever lies

in the darkness
between galaxies.

We've lived too long,
seen too much.

To live on as we have

is to leave behind joy
and love and companionship

because we know it to be
transitory of the moment.

We know it will turn to ash.

Only those
whose lives are brief

can imagine that love..

...is eternal.

You should embrace
that remarkable illusion.

It may be the greatest gift
your race has ever received.

Prime minister, I'd like to
speak with you, if I could.

Well, I'm in rather a hurry.

If there is something
you need to discuss

you should've done so
during the meeting, yes?

I think you will agree
that this is a personal

and, uh, private matter.

Alright, Durano.

What does the Ministry of
Intelligence want with me, hmm?

Several months ago, someone
close to you was murdered

'poisoned, I believe.'

Yes. Yes, the Lady Adira.

I don't know if lady
is the correct designation.

She was apparently
a dancer, a former slave.

I know what she was,
and I know what she meant to me

if you are even thinking
of using that relationship

against me
with the Royal Court--

You misunderstand me,
prime minister.

I was merely being specific.

In my experience, if you cannot
say what you mean

you can never mean what you say.

The details are everything.

Go on.

Her death by poisoning
was proceeded by rumors

that you had attempted
to poison Lord Refa.

Emperor Cartagia asked me
to look into the matter.

It was easy to see
that these two matters

were somehow connected.

I continued the investigation,
even after the unfortunate death

of Lord Refa on Narn.

The emperor did not look kindly
on unfinished work.

'When I gave him
my final report'

he said that you would
know nothing of it

as long as he was alive.

Since that is no longer
an issue..

There is nothing to know.

Refa was responsible
for her death.

He wanted to punish me.

True.
He was quite annoyed with you.

The liner came to Babylon 5
straight from here.

- Poison was of Centauri origin.
- Also correct.

We found the dealer
who supplied the poison

and confirmed that it
was slipped on to a starliner

en route to Babylon 5..

...but it was not Lord Refa
who commissioned her murder.

What?

As I said, the details
are everything

and we were quite..

Who gave the order?

Your associate, Mr. Morden.

'The dealer didn't know
his motives.'

'In his profession, one doesn't
ask such things.'

But I suspect Morden was hoping
to guarantee his position

by making you turn to him for
support in evening the score.

Go. Leave me.

I can provide a full report,
if you..

I said get out.

He played me.

He played me like a puppet.

Ohh!

Aah!

He played..

Aah!

My God!

Oh, God!

Can't this thing go any faster?

The captain's gonna need
all the weapons we've got.

Ahel.

What's going on?

Ahelmeans continuous firein Minbari.

Oh, great.

Cease fire.

You know, patience is also a
weapon when used properly.

We will arrive when we arrive

and we will have
the weapons we have.

You cannot win this war
through force.

You must...understand
your way out of this.

Sheridan knows.

What remains to be seen

is whether
heknowsthat he knows.

Not bad. We still can't win,
but it's not bad.

We can't win?

Against the Vorlons
and the Shadows?

No.

Then what are we doing here?

Hoping that the truth
will set us free..

...before it kills us.
Are the nukes ready?

We've seeded them on several
nearby asteroids.

With luck, neither side will
detect the bombs

until it's too late.

- Are you ready?
- It think so.

'Stay open to anything you might
pick up out there.'

When you came
after me at Z'ha'dum

you made contact
with the Shadows.

We'll need that advantage.

It's the only one we've got.

Ahh...Mr. Morden.

I see they found you.

Good. Good.

You're looking well.

All healed now, I take it.

I'm fine.

What the hell
is going on, Mollari?

A number of Vorlon ships
are on their way here

accompanied by one
of their planet killers.

'They will arrive
in a matter of hours.'

They have been...wiping out
any colony, world, or outpost

where your...associates
have influence.

Cartagia gave your associates
the island of Selini

as a base for their ships.

Now that Cartagia is dead

I am ordering you
to remove those ships at once.

There are three billion people
here.

The Vorlons would never attack
a civilian population that big.

The ships stay.

You're afraid, aren't you?

They're afraid.

And speaking of your associates

'we must make sure that
we can talk privately.'

Do not move.

I will have to have that
painted over, I suppose.

You're insane.

On any other day, Mr. Morden,
you would be wrong.

Today?
Today is a very different day.

One last time,
remove your ships.

No.

You don't frighten me, Mollari.

If you try to attack our forces,
you'll lose.

Yes, your ships are very
impressive

in the air or in space

but at this moment,
they are on the ground.

Fine, they're on the ground

but they can sense an
approaching ship miles away.

So what are you going to do,
Mollari, huh?

Blow up the island?

Actually..

...now that you mention it..

No!

I had most of our people
evacuated from Selini

during the night.

A few stayed..

...to maintain the illusion
of our presence.

They knew what was
being asked of them.

'I would have
preferred another way'

hoped that you would
be reasonable, but..

Take him to a cell.
Keep him there.

You just made a mistake, Londo.

Even if my associates lose
this war, they have allies!

They'll make sure
Centauri Prime pays the price

'for what
you've done here today!'

What I have done?

Oh, Mr. Morden, I have not even
started with you yet.

'Ivanova toWhite Star 2.
Do you receive?'

Susan, you made it.

'You think I'd miss
a party like this?'

'Listen, Lorien wants to come
over ASAP. You okay with that?'

Fine. Fine.

- I'll send over a shuttle.
- Captain..

'What's our status?'

Everything's in place.

We're as ready
as we're ever going to..

Captain..

...I think they're coming.

They're heading
straight for each other.

It's as if they don't
even know we're here

or they don't care.

Then let's get their attention.

Which of our nukes
are in that area?

Five, seven, and twelve.

Transfer firing control
to my station, Mr. Lennier.

Done.

Good morning, gentlemen.

This is your wake-up call.

Captain..

Hmm?

They're pissed.

Marcus, what are you doing here?

There was only room in the
shuttle for two people.

I traded places with Lorien,
so he could get to Sheridan.

Figured you could
use another hand.

I'll take it.
Man the weapons system.

Here they come.

We have to stop them.

Open up a com channel.

This is Captain John Sheridan
to Vorlon fleet.

Coriana VI
is a low-tech planet.

The Shadows forced them to allow
a base on their planet.

It's not their fault.

You can't destroy
an entire planet

of six billion people
just for that.

No response.

But, captain..

...they may not even
be listening.

Lyta, you were close
to the Vorlons.

They responded before to a
telepathic signal from you.

Can you send it again?

Tell them we need
to talk to them.

I'll try.

Ah, Vir, good.
I was about to send for you.

The Vorlons will arrive shortly,
and as we both know

they will strike if there
is any Shadow influence

still here, yes?

Yes.

Well, I have removed
the last of their influence.

Go out into the garden,
you'll see.

Consider it a gift.

Go.

I'll join you in a moment.

What do you want?

I'd like to live just long
enough to be there

when they cut off your head
and stick it on a pike

as a warning to
the next ten generations

that some favors come
with too high a price.

I want to look up
into your lifeless eyes

and wave like this..

- Anything yet?
- No, nothing.

We don't have a chance
if we can't speak to them.

It can't end like this.

I won't allow it.

Captain,
the Vorlon planet killer

is almost within range
of Coriana VI.

Shall I call in the First Ones?

John, we were going
to keep them in reserve.

If everything else failed, they
would at least give us a chance.

I know, I know,
once we call the First Ones in

we won't have anything left
to fall back on, but..

...I can't just sit here and let
six billion people be murdered

because they were in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Send the signal, Mr. Lennier.

Vir. Vir.

I have just sent the message
to the Vorlons

told them what we had done

that there is no longer
anything here

that has been touched
by these Shadows.

Sent them all the proof
they will need.

I imagine
they will turn back now.

Oh, Vir, we have done it.

We have saved Centauri Prime,
as I knew we could.

And now we only have to..

What?

What is it?

You're wrong.

There's still one thing left.

Something that's been
touched by the Shadows

influenced by them.

What?

No.

'Not for me.'

They would not.

They would not do it
just to get me.

- They won't know.
- You sent them a message.

You told them
that you were here.

No..

Come on, you bastards,
talk to us.

I'm picking up a message.

The Vorlons are sending
for reinforcements.

They're calling in
all their other ships.

You must kill me, Vir.
Quickly.

And then tell them, show them
that you have done it!

Londo, I can't.

You must!
It is the only way to..

They're leaving.

Yes. Yes, Vir.

They're leaving.

Lorien, you've seen?

Yes.

Can you try to get through?
Tell them to--

'There is nothing to tell.'

You thought
we could not touch you.

You were wrong.

John!

No! Do not touch him!

If you try to interrupt,
it will kill him.

And you, they have left..

...for us.

Delenn!

Do not interfere..

...or you will lose
your one chance to end this.

He was hoping they could be
provoked into doing this.

What's happened to them?

They are...elsewhere.

The others, out there,
still work in secret.

But he wanted you to know
what is at stake.

He wants all of you to know

what you may be asked
to die for..

...and why.

I can see.

I can see them.

Where are you?

Show yourselves!

We are here.

We do not understand you.

We have wished
only the best for you.

We only want to help you.

You're destroying
whole worlds.

The others are a disease.

You have given us the
opportunity to eliminate it.

We are grateful.
Why do you oppose us?

Because I don't like
being used or lied to!

We have not lied.

Our goal is the same as yours,
to destroy the darkness.

Then why haven't you
struck at them directly?

You don't want to answer
that one, do you?

See...I finally understood
the rules of this war

when I saw your
planet killers in action.

You've had the technology to
destroy Z'ha'dum all along!

So why haven't you
used it?

You do not understand.

Oh, but I do understand.

And that's what's got you
worried, isn't it?

A Vorlon said

"Understanding is
a three-edged sword."

Your side, their side
and the truth.

The truth is
we don't need you anymore.

The Vorlons stand for order
above anything else.

No passion, no dreams..

...just discipline, obedience.

They're frozen in place,
an evolutionary dead end.

Why side with the old?

Embrace the new.

Growth through pain and
struggle, conflict and war.

You, of all people,
should understand this.

Your race came out
of the last war stronger..

...better.

How much better?

How much stronger will
they be afterthiswar?

You will rise from the ashes
with a strength and power

beyond your imagination.

Until you do it to us again.

It is the cycle.

It is the force
of history itself.

You cannot win
against that.

We have embraced it.

We've helped it along
by creating conflict.

Weak races die

strong races are
made even stronger.

Evolution must be served.
There is no other way.

No. That's what you
want us to believe.

That's why
you're really doing this.

That's why you've been targeting
planets that support the Shadows

instead of destroying
Z'ha'dum itself.

You don't want
to kill the messenger.

You just want to kill
the message

make it harder
for them to get to us

guarantee
that we do things your way.

After all, if you
destroy the Vorlons

they'll never know you won.

They'll never see that you were
right and they were wrong.

It's about ideology.

Of course.

What isn't?

Order..

...versus..

...chaos.

Choose one.

Yes, choose..

...but only from
the choices you give us.

Don't you see
that this is wrong?

When the other First Ones
passed beyond the rim

you stayed behind as guardians,
shepherds for the younger races

but you have lost your way.

This isn't about teaching us
or helping us.

This is about you being right.

You're trying to force us to
decide which of you is right.

You're like a couple of parents
arguing in front of their kids

manipulating them,
trying to get them to take sides

not for their benefit,
but for yours!

But what if the right choice..

...is not to choose at all?

What if we reject the idea

that we must decide
which of you is right?

What if we simply walk away?

You cannot do that.

The war will never end.

That is correct.

Then there is no hope.

There is only chaos
and evolution.

'There is only order
and obedience.'

You will do as you are told.

You will fight..

...because we tell you
to fight.

'You will die for us when
we tell you to die for us'

because the others
know no other way.

That's where you're wrong.

You've let them see.
You've let them know!

'Hurry, take my hand.'

'Quickly.'

I'm fine.
I'm fine, I'm fine.

'Captain...look!'

'The Shadow cloud doesn't
show up on our instruments.'

'Captain, can you receive?'

Ivanova? Did you see it?

Did the rest of the fleet
hear what they said?

We did, but then the cloud
came up all around us

getting through
no matter what we do.

Picking up thousands
of missiles all around us.

Extreme cold's shut down
the jump engines

not just ours, the entire fleet.

Estimate we have ten minutes

before the temperature drops
below that which we can survive.

Is that it?

We come all this way,
we figure it out..

...and now they don't
want us to leave?

They'd rather let us die here

than get in the way
of their little war?

No.

They're not quite
finished yet.

Look.

They're giving you a chance
to change your mind..

...ask forgiveness...choose.

Your next words will decide
which way this goes.

I cannot help you.

The Vorlons ask only one
question over and over..

"Who are you?"

You, for you the question is,
what do you want?

I have never heardyou
answer that question.

Who areyou?
What do youwant?

You don't know, do you?

You've been fighting each other
so long, you've forgotten.

You've lost your way,
so how can you guide us?

How can welearn who we are
and what we want

if youdon't even
know it anymore?

It doesn't matter
which side wins this today.

A thousand years from now,
it'll start all over again.

You're as trapped in this cycle
as much as we are.

But we can't afford it anymore.

We don't need it.
We don't need you.

We've learned how
to stand on our own.

We'll make mistakes, but they'll
be ourmistakes, not yours.

Your secret is out.

All these other races
know you for who you are.

So what now?

You do not speak for the rest.

They will not follow you
if you are dead.

Missile on approach.

Impact in ten seconds!

What ship was that?

Drazi warship.

The Strakath.

They took the hit for us.

The other ships are moving in,
surrounding us.

The others have rejected you.

How will you have a war

when no one will fight
for either of you?

We refuse to take sides
in this anymore.

And we refuse to let you
turn us against one another!

We know who we are now.

We can find our own way
between order and chaos.

You can kill us, one by one,
and those who follow us

and those who follow them,
on and on

every race, every planet

until there's no one
left to kill.

You will have failed
as guardians.

And you will be alone.

It's over because
we've decided it's over!

Now get the hell
out of our galaxy!

Bothof you!

As I taught you,
then stepped aside

now you must do the same.

Our age is past.

This belongs
to the younger races now.

They have learned
to stand on their own.

They have learned..

...to understand.

Time to let them go.

Will you come with us?

I have been here
since the beginning.

I will not leave you now.

I will go with you
beyond the rim

and we will see again all
those who went ahead of us

all those who we have missed
for so long.

Then we will not be alone?

No.

Never alone.

Did we just win?

Don't jinx it.

I waited a long time
for someone to find me.

Now, like the others,
I find I hate to leave..

...but none of us can
stay behind this time.

That was why
it was necessary to find

all the remaining First Ones.

This..

...is yours now.

'And you have an obligation
to do as we have done'

to teach the races
that will follow you

and when your time comes,
as ours has, to step aside

and allow them to grow
into their own destiny.

If your races survive,
if you do not kill yourselves

I look forward to the day
when your people join us

beyond the rim.

'We will wait for you.'

I think about this war being
over, and I find I cannot quite

wrap my brain
around the concept.

I don't know what to feel.

Well, let's see,
the war is over

the Shadows are gone forever,
the Vorlons are gone forever

Cartagia is dead,
and we saved Centauri Prime.

I mean, I'm no expert,
but I think..

...you should feel happy!

Yes, perhaps.

But every time I have been happy

the universe has conspired
to do something nasty to me.

Maybe, but that's tomorrow.

I don't think any one
of our Gods would object

Londo Mollari having one
single night of happiness.

I suppose.

And you..

...you are going back
to Babylon 5 now, yes?

I may join you.

'I've created
quite a stir here'

by giving the order
to free Narn.

And some have decided
that killing the emperor

was an attempt to
undermine the monarchy.

They have taken it personally.
Who knew?

Once I have
tidied up things here

it might be best for me
to be elsewhere for a while.

It's hard to believe
it's really over.

The First Ones' gone.

Mm-hmm. We're all alone now.

Just the younger races.

We can't blame
anyone else from now on.

It's a new age, Delenn.

A third age.

Why third?

We began in chaos

too primitive to make
our own decisions.

Then, we were manipulated
from outside by forces

that thought they knew
what was best for us

and now..

...now we're finally
standing on our own.

Lorien was right.
It's a great responsibility.

This is ours now.

Strange.

The galaxy seems
somehow smaller

now that the First Ones
are gone forever.

It feels like the magic's gone.

No. Not gone.

Now we make our own magic.

Now we create
our own legends.

Now we build the future.
Now we stop--

Being afraid of shadows.