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Alright, what's wrong now?

This is my analysis of
the latest batch of reports

from the rangers, we've had
a major increase in attacks

against the shipping lines

of the alliance worlds
in recent weeks.

Hit and run attacks,
very efficient.

No survivors, no warning.

So far, very typical raid..

I do not think
these are raiders, John.

The ships were destroyed
with the cargo still onboard?

Raiders strike quickly.

Knock out communications
and navigational control.

Plunder the cargo bays
then destroy the ships.

Whoever is behind these attacks

isn't interested
in cargo or profit.

Therefore, they are not raiders.

John, these attacks
are being carried out

with almost
military-like precision.

Textbook search
and destroy missions.

Do the rangers have any idea
who's responsible for this?

Nope. No survivors,
no witnesses and no evidence.

The transports were so
completely overwhelmed

they didn't even have
a chance to fight back.

And until now the other worlds
probably figured

this is just a local problem.

When they find out
it's this widespread..

When do the others
get this report?

We are required to give
the council a briefing

on matters affecting
their planetary security

within 24 hours
of reviewing them in-house.

Every member race
...has been hit equally.

And the attacks have been
totally random.

So that rules out
border skirmishes

or political disagreements.

There is no one obvious
to blame.

Which means they'll blame
each other, randomly.

Tell the rangers to deploy
along the main shipping lines.

Monitor all frequencies
for distress signals.

We have to find out
who is responsible for this

or we're gonna have
a real problem on our hands.

A highly trained
but unknown military force

striking randomly
against our allies.

I'd say we already have
a real problem.

And so it begins..

- There is a hole in your mind. - What do you want?

No one here
is exactly what he appears.

Nothing's the same anymore.

Commander Sinclair
is being reassigned.

Why don't you eliminate
the entire Narn...

I see a great hand

reaching out of the stars...

President Clark has signed

a decree today
declaring martial law.

These orders have forced us

to declare independence.

Unless your people get off

their encounter suited butts
and do something.

You're the one who was.

If you go to Z'ha'dum
you will die.

Why are you here?

Do you have anything
worth living for?

I think of my beautiful city
in flames.

Giants in the playground.

Now get the hell out
of our galaxy.

We are here to place
President Clark under arrest.

Ah, Prime Minister Mollari

so good to have you back.

I trust your journey
was a pleasant one.

Not really. No.

And I see you've brought

your own entertainment
with you.

An excellent idea.

And quite brave of you
to let him so close

without keeping him
in chains.

Perhaps we should change that.

Just a few chains to make
the others more comfortable

before we put him in a cell.

He is my bodyguard.

Well, it's good to know that

your Excellency's
sense of humor is still intact

after such a long voyage.

Well, now, perhaps if we could
show you to your room..

Minister Vitari,
I wasn't joking.

His name is G'Kar.

And he, uh
...he ismy bodyguard.

And I can find
my room very well

on my own, thank you.

What time is dinner here?

Sundown.

Good, I'm starved.

Is that the last of them?

Good. Close it up.

Yesterday, something happened

that will change
the lives of everyone.

Perhaps, even alter
the course of the future.

Most of you know
Lyta Alexander.

During the Shadow War,
she served the Vorlons.

Acted as their go-between.

They adjusted her abilities,
made her stronger.

And revealed the truth
to her.

And last night
...she revealed it to us.

While some telepaths on
other worlds evolved naturally

the majority were created
by the Vorlons

through centuries
of genetic manipulation.

They created us so we could
be used by the other worlds

as weapons in their war
against the shadows.

'That is all we are to them.'

'Things to be used
and thrown away.'

All that was bad enough.

But to find that we would
not even betelepaths.

Would not be hunted down
and caged and controlled

if the Vorlons had not
interfered with our

genetic makeup,
made us into what we are..

Byron, what is done is done.

We can't change what we are.

No, we can't.

But if we are what we are

because we were made this way

then I have to look
at our makers and say

"You are responsible."

The Vorlons are gone,
the Vorlons, the Shadows

they're all gone,
there's no one left.

Yes..

But their legacy remains.

We arethat legacy.

A legacy created
with one purpose.

To serve the other worlds
in a war that is now over.

Which leaves us where?

'Abandoned? Alone?'

No.

There is another way.

But it is dangerous.

Yes!

Hello, prime minister.

Hello, Jano.
Where have you been?

I've been asking
for you all day.

I was away. I only just now
learned of your return.

I-I hope this isn't
a bad time.

No, no, I was just having
a drink before bed.

- Here, sit, my old friend.
- Thank you.

It's good to see you again.

- How are you?
- Well..

Sheridan's new alliance
is keeping me very busy.

I have come back just to see
how things are doing here.

How is the regent?

Uh, not well, they say.

"They say?"

Haven't you seen him?

He remains in seclusion.

Officially...
only his personal physician

and a few trusted aides

who's seen him for
...oh, almost two months.

Mmm. And unofficially?

Some of the staff have found him

wandering the palace
late at night.

They say he talks to himself.
Cries, wails, curses.

And then falls silent
when somebody approaches.

Sometimes he says he has
something important to tell 'em.

And then a cloud seems to pass
over his face

and he walks away.

Once, before his aides could
bring him back to his room

he told a guard to kill him
that he was not himself.

Of course, he was
...quite drunk at the time.

Was he?
I find that very strange.

I have known the regent
since the first time

I came to the royal court.
He doesn't drink.

He, he cultivated sobriety
as his only vice.

A break with conventional
accepted behavior.

- Perhaps he's changed.
- Perhaps. Well..

Things do seem quieter than
when Cartagia was in charge.

Oh, quieter, yes, yes.

But also stranger.

I was updating
the status report on our fleet.

It is standard protocol.

When an aide to the regent
told me to stop.

He said that information
was for the regent only.

And other reports, too.

Grain production,
food supplies, ore production

have all, all been
reclassified as top secret.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Nobody does.

It's a strange thing, Londo.

It's a...a feeling more than
anything I can point to.

As if a darkness
had fallen over the palace.

I've never felt anything
quite like it before.

But I'm glad
you're back, Londo.

If anybody can find out
what is going on, it's you.

And, while the regent
can refuse to see me

it would be very hard to avoid
seeing his own prime minister.

Alright, Jano.

Keep an eye out for anything
else you might consider strange.

Let me know
what you find out.

And I will bring it
to the regent myself.

Thank you.

Perhaps it's nothing,
just whispers and rumors.

But just once I would like
to find myself wrong

about these things
...for a change.

- Goodnight, Londo.
- Goodnight, Jano.

- See you in the morning.
- Oh, yes.

Lights.

Lights!

Who's there?

Regent...is that you?

Yes. Yes.

So they tell me.

Now, what are you
doing here?

Why, I came to see you,
Lord Jano.

Why else?

Certainly not the decor.

Once I would have thought..

...pastels for the curtains.

But I think
we're well beyond pastels now.

Um.. no bright colors anymore.

Just darkness.

I remember..

...when you were just a child

Emperor Turhan
once picked you up

and carried you
all around the palace.

Do-do you remember?

Yes, regent, I remember.

But you shouldn't be here.

It's late.
You should be asleep.

Yes.

I suppose I should.

But I wanted to see you.

I so wanted to see you again.

You do understand, Jano

that if it were my decision..

...I would never let
anyone harm you.

'I would never
let anyone hurt you..'

...if it were my decision.

But it's not my decision,
you see.

Not my decision at all.

Then it's decided.

The Yolu government will not
oppose the independence

of the colonies in sector 800

in exchange for an agreement
by the alliance

to intercede
in all border disputes there

for the next 20 years.

Are there any challenges?

Good. Then the motion is passed.

I think that concludes
all our business today.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, and we have
an updated report

on the security
of your shipping lines.

It'll be uplinked
to your systems tonight.

And now the screaming begins.

Good evening.

It's started.
There's no turning back now.

I'll need you to stay here
and coordinate things

while I go find
Mr. Garibaldi.

In the next 24 hours,
I'll need you more

than I've ever needed anyone.

Your strength,
your wisdom...your warmth.

Byron...aren't you ever
afraid?

Constantly, Lyta.

Constantly.

Oh, Prime Minister Mollari.
Good.

I'm so glad you've come.

I was telling the others

about your exquisitely
ironic choice

of a Narn for a bodyguard

But anyone who wasn't there
refused to believe me.

I could hardly
believe it myself.

- But now that you're here--
- Yes, I-I amhere.

And I would like
to see the regent.

I'm afraid that's not possible,
prime minister.

The regent is not well.

But he did ask me to convey
his best wishes

to you and your...whatever.

And to say that he will join us
when his strength permits.

I see.

And where is Lord Jano?

He said
he would meet me here.

I'm sorry, prime minister.

It is all I can do to keep
my own itinerary straight

let alone
that of Lord Jano's.

But I will inquire
if that is what you want.

Yes, please.

Mollari, this business
has gone far enough.

The palace guard should be
protection enough for anyone.

To bring one of those in here

is a slap in the face
to every Centauri

who's given his life
guarding the palace.

And it recklessly
endangers everyone here.

Endangers? How?

Narns are barbarians,
primitives.

Turn your back on them
for a second

they'll stick a knife in it.

A Narn would never stab
a Centauri in the back.

It has always been our tradition
to go for the chest.

That way you can see the life go
out of their eyes as they fall.

G'Kar.

Just doing my best
in the interests of accuracy.

So you were in error,
it happens.

Be assured
that I do not carry a grudge.

No?

Interesting.

I brought someone
with me.

- 'Do you recognize him?'
- Yes.

This is the Centauri that
whipped me, before Cartagia.

And do you recognize
what he's holding?

Yes. That is the whip
he used.

I put his fate in your hands.

In front of all these witnesses
I say

that you will not be
prosecuted or charged

for anything you might do.

Go on.

Tell me, minister
if I were to strike you

which would you
be angry at?

The hand that struck you

or the heart that commanded
the hand to strike?

Well, the heart, of course.

The hand has no choice
but to do as it is told.

It is the heart
that carries the burden

and that heart is dead
in both of us, minister.

It died with Cartagia.

And it died in me
soon after.

Besides...everyone knows
that the true source of pain

is neither the hand
nor the heart.

It is the mouth.

Is it not, minister?

Mollari. I think that
you should follow me at once.

I just came in
to look for him

And I found Lord Jano...
like that.

I shall summon
the palace guard.

This is a terrible day, Mollari.

I looked in his eyes
when I searched him.

This was not a man
who would seek death.

Yes. Jano would never
kill himself. Never.

He was murdered.

'And I appreciate
your taking the time'

to see me, Mr. Garibaldi.

Not a problem.
What can I do for you?

I'd like permission to address
the council for the alliance.

- About what?
- I'd rather not say.

- Then the answer is no.
- It's rather important.

Well, then you're gonna
have to tell me what it is.

Look, you've got
Sheridan, Delenn.

All the ambassadors
from all the member worlds.

That's a lot of people
and they're very busy.

And if they're gonna give you
five minutes of their time

they're gonna need to know why

so if you can't tell me..

...there's nothing I can do.

You've had a number
of recent attacks

against alliance shipping lines.

By now the other races
know all about it.

Yeah.

Yeah. They're pretty
upset about it.

Exactly. My information
could calm them down.

But...if I give it to
any one person first

they'll think it's a trick.

It has to be done
in front of all of them.

And I wanna thank the Brakiri

for their help
in rescuing survivors

from a burning
Drazi transport.

It is exactly that kind
of cooperation

that the alliance stands for.

Alright, if there is
no other business..

...we have someone who wants
to address the council.

Byron?

I'm afraid
I'm going to divert

from my prepared comments.

But the matter at hand
is no less important

than the one
I was expected to address.

The reports
Lyta is handing out

contain detailed information

on how the Vorlons
created telepaths

on a hundred different worlds

through centuries of
genetic manipulation.

'Human telepaths were among
those created by the Vorlons.'

To serve their needs
and yours during the Shadow War.

Now the war is over.
And we are abandoned.

We belong to no one.

We are being caged, pursued

and forced into a kind
of slave labor.

All for your benefit.

So now I turn back to you
and say you must help us.

The alliance
we were created to serve

must now help its creations

by giving us and all telepaths
a homeworld of our own.

Byron, you are out of order.
Now, what you are asking for--

Is small, compared to
the sacrifices we have made.

There are many
habitable worlds

on the edge
of your territories

which have
no real value to you--

I'm sorry.
There is nothing we can do.

- What you are asking for--
- Will be given!

For a very long time now,
we've hidden what we can do

all for your sake.
That will now change.

'We do not believe
in violence.'

That is not our way.

Our way is information.

Over the last two days

each of you has been followed
by one of my people.

They have scanned every thought,
every secret..

...every hidden thing
you would not want known.

We now have all your secrets.

Give us a homeworld of our own

and you will never hear
from us again.

Fail to do so

and all your secrets
will be revealed.

Never, ever, ever
trust a telepath.

I swear to you that
I'm gonna have that tattooed

on the inside of my eyelids.

- Damn it, I'm sorry--
- It wasn't your fault.

Byron's telepaths
have provided us

with solid information
ever since you brought them

into the covert
intelligence division.

You couldn't have known
they were gonna pull this.

I should'veknown.

Don't they understand
what they're doing here?

They might as well
just have rolled in a grenade.

Look, they were very smart

in not saying
exactly what they knew.

Now, unless they do
a deep scan

a telepath can only pick up

what you're thinking
at the moment.

But who the hell remembers

every passing thought
they had for two days?

Leaving everyone
to assume they know

the most damaging
information possible.

Which begs the question.

What are we
going to do about it?

Perhaps they are right.

It is true that the Vorlons
guided their evolution

creating telepaths
for their own purposes

to serve our needs
in the war.

Perhaps we do have
an obligation to them.

Fine. I'll set them up
a trust fund.

But a homeworld of
their own? Come on!

If you were hated
by your own race

forced to join the Psi corps

or forced to take drugs
to inhibit your talents

for the rest of your life.

If you had been hunted

and enslaved by the others.

Would you not want
a place of your own?

A place where others like you
could gather safely

without fear of persecution?

Okay, I grant you.

On a strictly idealistic level,
it's understandable.

But they did it the wrong way,
the inconvenient way.

I seem to recall
the Earth President

saying the same thing to you

after your Civil War.

I hate it that
she has a memory. Don't you?

Damned inconvenient.

Well...at least it's still
a political problem.

So far it hasn't
turned violent.

Yet.

Is there ever a time when
you are not eating, G'Kar?

As bodyguard, I must
keep up my strength.

I could be called upon
to give my life to save yours

at a moment's notice.

It's bad luck to die
on an empty stomach.

We believe that..

Yes?

Prime minister, the regent
will see you now.

I believe you know the way
to his private bedchamber.

Yes.

- 'G'Kar?'
- 'Yes?'

I'm glad you had
something to eat.

- So am I.
- When I move, run.

Run!

G'Kar!

Mollari.

You should never have
come back to Centauri Prime.

You are an obstacle
to my ambitions.

With one move, I remove you.

Are you alright?

- Yes, I think so.
- Good.

I suggest we leave
the area before others come.

I gave very explicit orders

that no one was
to leave the area

until we heard back
from the council.

We needed supplies.

He said he'd come
right back.

Don't you understand?

They're afraid of us
right now.

We have to stay here
quietly, peacefully.

They have to see we're not
acting against them.

And if they come after us
we'll need

all the supplies we can get.

'They won't.'

If we stay together
and do nothing to break the laws

security will have
to protect us.

If we split up,
anything can happen.

- Then we'll go after them.
- 'No.'

'That would only further
complicate the situation.'

'We can only hope that..'

One of your kind violated
our ambassador.

Which was it?

- We have to help him.
- No. Stay here.

We cannot return violence
with violence. We have to wait.

I can't.

You said we had to look out
for each other

protect each other.

We have to stop them.

- Mr. President.
- Zack.

I assume you heard.

We just finished
...debating the problem.

You know, I-I always wondered
what it would take

to make all of these ambassadors
act together.

Now I know.

It's the worst thing
you can do to someone, Zack.

Threaten to reveal
his secrets.

And on top of that,
now the Drazi are claiming

that their people
were attacked by telepaths.

That threats were made.

And with everyone
already wired up

over the attacks
on their shipping lines

it was the proverbial straw
that broke the camel's back.

I assume Captain Lochley
sent you.

- Yes, sir.
- Mm-hmm.

And I assume she reminded you
to remind me

that she thought this idea
of a colony of telepaths

was a bad idea
right from the start.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Well, maybe, she was right.

She wants me
...to pull them in.

But they came here
under your protection.

She won't contravene that.

She needs your authorization

before she can
take them out.

How many people are
we talking about here?

Well, it's hard to say.

They don't have to register
as telepaths

when they come in,
they keep to themselves.

Reports are about 50
to 150 people living down there.

Ah, maybe, Delenn was right.

Maybe, we do owe them a lot more
than we've given them.

But there's nothing
we can do about it

until we have them
in custody.

Then, maybe,
we can calm things down.

As of now, I am withdrawing
my protection.

You are authorized to move
as soon as you are ready.

Do what you have to do, Zack.

They'll be coming for us soon.
We need to prepare.

Move all our food stores
in here, get everyone together.

Byron, I can try
talking to Sheridan.

- He'd listen to me.
- I'm sure he would.

But, the situation
is almost certainly

beyond his control.

The other ambassadors
will insist on our arrest.

Then what do we do?

Go along like sheep
when they come for us?

No. We will refuse
to be arrested.

But we will do so peacefully.

We'll weld shut
all the air doors.

Block all the transport tubes.

They'll have to dig us out
inch by inch.

What do we do when the food
runs out?

Then we will have
nothing to eat.

And when the other worlds
hear of our starving in here

for the dream
of our own homeworld

it may soften their hearts
towards us.

The longer it takes them
to get to us

the more we may have
a chance to negotiate.

In time, cooler heads
may prevail.

No!

When I was first identified
as a telepath

my family said to wait.

Perhaps they won't
come for us.

Perhaps we can
work this out in peace.

But they came for me
...and my sister.

And now they will come
for all of us.

'We've spent years
on the run'

'and in those years,
we've been free'

'from the Psi corps,
free from the hatred'

'and the oppression
and the fear.'

How many of you
want to go back to that?

Because that is exactly
what will happen

if we sit here and wait.

Then what do you propose?

You had the right idea, Byron.
You just didn't go far enough.

We have their secrets.
We can fight back.

I say we leave here
while we can

split up and strike back.

Make them understand

that if they give us
what we want

we'll go in peace.

But if they don't,
we fight.

- You'll fight?
- Yes.

- And kill.
- If necessary.

We took these from the Drazi.
We can get more.

Have you learned
...so little?

Is there not one of you
who understands?

I am staying here.

Whoever wishes to go,
can go.

I have no hold over you.

- Byron.
- Go...while you still can.

And I can't tell you
how glad we are

that you escaped harm,
prime minister.

How did you manage
to escape?

Oh, I live a charmed life.
Clean living.

Ah. Well...Vole was always
trouble, you know.

Yes, even the regent
has had difficulty

containing his ambitions.

Well, it won't be
a problem anymore.

He has overreached himself.

- The regent--
- And where is the regent, hmm?

Pardon?

Earlier, you said the regent
was ready to see me.

Was he...or wasn't he?

Or were you merely
setting me up

for Vole's attempt
on my life, hmm?

Oh, you almost had me going
there, prime minister.

Where...is...the...regent?

Uh...uh...well, I don't
actually know, you-you see.

Uh...he was there
when I sent for you.

But then when I came back,
he was gone.

But I assure you that every
possible attempt will be made

to locate him
just as soon as possible.

Yes, yes, please, please.
Thank you. Thank you.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Regent.

Regent Virini.

Yeah. Hello, Mollari.

Beautiful night, isn't it?

As nights go.
And they go so quickly now.

Are you alright?

Yes. Yes.

No.

I-I-I'm glad we got there
in time to save you, Mollari.

You know
...you were the only one

who treated me fairly
when Cartagia was here.

But he's still here,
isn't he?

His legacy.

Then it was you
who saved me?

No.

Not exactly.

It was them.

They like you, you know.

That's why they saved you.

They say you are
just like them. They say..

They say you have
much in common.

- They? Who are they?
- Shh.

Quietly, Londo,
...quietly.

You will follow me.

You will be emperor soon.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm so...so sorry.

They have a message
for you.

They say, we know
you have been asking

about our supplies and ships.

They say..

...let it go.

You will understand
it all soon enough.

No, I want to
understand it now.

No! No, you don't.

If you have ever believed me
before, Londo, believe me now.

You still have time.
Enjoy it.

Run in-in the sunlight.

Eat like..

...like a fool.

You have so little time.

You should go now.

- Quickly.
- Regent..

We will speak..

...one more time
before the end.

Go now.

Go on.

Well, what did you learn?

I don't know.

Come along.

I-I didn't say anything.

I-I d-didn't say..

I-I didn't, I didn't..

- G'Kar.
- Yes?

Tomorrow morning we will arrange

for the first transport
back to Babylon 5.

I thought you were staying
for at least a month.

Yes, so did I.

G'Kar..

...I have been
in the royal palace on and off

for most of my life.

Even when Cartagia was here

I never lost
my affection for it.

But tonight
for the first time..

...I think it frightens me.

Frightens you?

Well, I won't be getting
any sleep tonight.

What could they be doing
with our ships, I wonder?

'We beg you, do not fire.
We're unarmed.'

'We've, we've done nothing
to you.'

'We've done nothing.'

'Is this thing on? It is?'

'This is Babylon 5
station security'

'to telepaths
in brown sector.'

'We are aware that you have
sabotaged the transport tubes'

'and welded
the access hatches shut.'

'You are ordered
to remove these obstructions'

'and surrender at once.'

'Failure to do so will result
in direct confrontation'

'with our forces
and I imagine'

'you don't want that
any more than we do.'

'Lyta, if you're in there
come on out now'

'and we may be able
to intercede for you.'

'Anyone else who wants
to come out...do so now.'

'If you stay,
if any of you stay there'

'and resist the order
of the president'

'that you surrender yourselves
and this area'

'we cannot be held responsible
for the consequences.'

You could go, Lyta.

I don't want to.

We can hold them off
for a day.

Two days, maybe three.
No more.

There will come a moment

when I will ask you
to leave me behind.

When that moment comes
you must do exactly as I say.

Promise me that, Lyta.

Promise me.