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Earth transport Spinoza

will be departing in one hour from docking area 9.

Identicard, please.

Thanks.

Commander.

Benson...

Dex wants his money.

It's coming.

I'll have the credits for him

first thing tomorrow.

You said that yesterday.

It's not my fault.

Neither is this.

24 hours, Benson.

Then we find you again.

Then we cut your head off.

[Beeping]

Come.

Were you followed?

No.

I've identified the target.

When do we take him out?

Soon.

It was the dawn of the third age of mankind,

10 years after the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project was a dream given form.

Its goal-- to prevent another war

by creating a place where humans and aliens

could work out their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call...

Home away from home

for diplomats,

hustlers, entrepreneurs,

and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

wrapped in 2,500,000 tons of spinning metal,

all alone in the night.

It can be a dangerous place.

But it's our last, best hope for peace.

This is the story

of the last of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is...

Benson, security level 2.

You wanted to see me, Commander?

Chief.

Mr. Benson, you haven't been with us very long, have you?

6 months, sir.

When you signed on,

were you informed of the regulations

about use of the casino by station personnel?

If I may ask--

security personnel are prohibited from gambling

while on active duty.

Off-duty gambling is limited to 50 credits per week.

We hear you've been exceeding those limits,

Mr. Benson.

That's not true, sir.

You can check the casino records.

We have.

But we both know

a lot of unregistered side-betting goes on.

Don't we?

Our information is that

you've been losing heavily,

piling up debts.

Your information's wrong.

Look, o.K., sir,

i--i do ride the limits pretty close,

but I've never gone over.

You understand our concern.

If you were to get into debt with the wrong people,

you'd become a security risk.

You could be compromised, blackmailed.

Yes, sir.

If you are in debt to these people, Mr. Benson,

we will find out.

Now I'm giving you one last chance.

If you have anything to tell us,

I suggest you do so.

Very well, then.

I'm taking you off active duty

pending the outcome of the investigation.

Dismissed.

He's lying.

I can tell.

Everyone lies, Michael.

The innocent lie

because they don't want to be blamed

for something they didn't do.

And the guilty lie

because they don't have any other choice.

Find out why he's lying.

The rest will take care of itself.

What about the power source?

I couldn't bring it with me

into the station.

An energy pod would have never

gotten past the scanners,

so I improvised.

It'll be here.

And breathe out, please.

One more time.

Excellent.

That'll do fine.

I appreciate this, Ambassador.

I never get to see a Minbari up close

unless there's something wrong.

A chance to examine one of your people

in prime condition

gives me a baseline to operate from.

I was talking to Dr. Hernandez

while I was waiting.

Is it true that you used to--

what is the term?

Hitchhike on starships?

Yes...yes.

Well, I wanted to see it all.

I traded my services as ship's doctor

in exchange for free passage.

It didn't matter where they were going

as long as I got to see something

I hadn't seen before.

Naturally, all that ended when the war started.

Were you...Involved in the war, doctor?

Towards the end...

When, uh, things got bad for our side,

those of us in xenobiology

were told to hand over our notes on your people

to be used in genetic and biological warfare.

And did you?

I took an oath that all life is sacred.

I destroyed my notes,

rather than have them used for killing.

Thank you.

What about you, Ambassador?

What did you do during the war?

A topic for another time.

Good day, doctor.

Good day.

You have it?

Yeah, I got it.

Biggest energy pod I could find.

Look, I don't know what this is all about,

and I don't want to know.

I just want my money.

Credits will be deposited to your account

within the hour.

That will be all.

What about my transfer?

That will be all.

I think we're ready to proceed.

Alpha 7 to Alpha leader, I'm hit.

Pull out. Pull out.

Alpha 7--

he's gone.

Picking up enemy transmissions.

Stay in formation.

Hold the line.

No one gets through, no matter what.

Understood.

Alpha leader, you have a Minbari on your tail.

I'm on him. Targeting fighter.

No! Mitchell, stay in formation.

It might be a-- oh, my god!

It's a trap! Mitchell!

Computer.

Sinclair to maintenance.

Sinclair to maintenance.

Observation.

Security.

This is Commander Sinclair.

All sectors report in.

All sectors report.

Earth Central, this is Babylon 5.

Earth Central, please respond.

This is Earth station Babylon 5

to all ships in grid Epsilon, please respond.

Computer.

Computer!

On line.

Was an evacuation ordered in the last 8 hours?

Negative.

Condition green.

Scan for any other life forms.

Confirmed.

One other life form detected.

Location.

Central corridor, blue sector.

Computer.

Computer!

What the hell is going on around here?

Man: Maybe you're asleep.

Maybe you're insane.

Maybe you're dead.

Maybe you're in hell!

Not that it matters much, Commander Sinclair,

because wherever you are,

wherever you go...

You're mine.

Mr. Garibaldi?

Ambassador.

I apologize for intruding,

but I was supposed to meet Commander Sinclair

at the counsel room an hour ago.

He never came.

I thought you might have seen him.

No. Sorry.

Have you tried the observation dome?

Yes. Lieutenant Commander Ivanova hasn't seen him

since last night.

[Beep]

Commander?

[Beep]

Commander, this is Garibaldi.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll have to get back to you later.

Who are you?

What have you done to my station?

Nothing.

You, however, are a different story.

I'd like to say I have your undivided attention,

but that would not be true.

Your mind is in here with me,

but your body is somewhere else,

wrapped in cybernetic implants

and pulse generators,

all tied up in a cerebral matrix.

A virtual reality cybernet.

Then you're saying all of this

is a simulation, not real?

What is real, Commander?

This?

Commander, there you are.

I been looking all over the place for you.

Garibaldi?

No!

No need for alarm.

As you said, a simulation only.

See?

Commander.

Commander.

Commander.

How's it going, Commander?

We can kill him as many times

as we like.

We're locked together here in your mind.

It's a shadow play

without form or substance.

But I'm real, Commander,

and you're real.

And the pain...

The pain for you is also real.

Commander.

Commander.

Jeff?

Garibaldi to c and c.

On-line.

We have a problem.

Cut...

Cerebral...

Discharge.

Cutting power 50%.

Curious.

We have the memories of your entire life

to play around with,

but your thoughts are rooted here

in this station.

It means a lot to you, doesn't it?

You said "we."

My associate is watching over your body

while I'm in here with you.

He's making sure nothing unfortunate

happens to it

until we get what we came for.

To do that, we'll walk together

across the bridge of synapses and neurons,

into the very heart of your memories.

Why are you doing this?

To find the truth.

10 years ago,

you were at the battle of the line--

the final and decisive battle

of the Earth-Minbari war.

For 24 hours, you were out of touch

with Earthforce defense.

My ship was damaged.

I blacked out.

So you testified.

Just one problem-- I don't believe you.

And I'm not the only one.

It's been a long time, Commander,

but we're finally going to get to the truth...

Even if it kills you.

Anything yet?

No. You?

Not yet. I've pulled all non-essential personnel

and assigned them to the search party,

but a place this big, it could take days.

We may not have days if the Commander's hurt

or can't reply.

I know. I've notified our base

in the tigrie sector

and asked them to track every ship

that's left here in the last 8 hours.

You might also want to send a couple of maintenance bots

outside the station on close proximity scan.

Go over every inch of the hull.

What should they look for?

A body. If someone shoved it outside,

the station's gravity won't let it get far.

Just in case.

Mr. Garibaldi,

there are days I'm very glad

I don't have to think the way you do.

Your name is Jeffrey David Sinclair.

Rank, Commander. Age 39.

Born on Mars colony, may 3, 2218,

9:15 A.M., Earth standard time.

Enlisted in Earthforce defense, 2237.

Promoted to fighter pilot, 2240.

Promoted again to squad leader

less than a year later.

A career officer like your father

and his father and his father.

Smart money said you'd make admiral one day.

So what happened... Commander?

Where did you fall off the merry-go-round?

Go to hell.

I don't have to tell you a thing,

and I'm betting you don't have

a lot of time.

Security's probably

turning this place upside down

looking for me.

Assuming you're still on Babylon 5.

Assuming we haven't taken you

somewhere else.

But you're right.

You don't have to tell me anything.

What about someone else?

Hello, Commander.

Mitchell?

Alpha leader, you have a Minbari

on your tail.

I'm on him. Targeting fighter.

No! Mitchell, stay in formation.

It might be a--

oh, my god.

It's a trap! Mitchell!

I've got a clear shot.

I can take him. I can take him!

Break off!

I'm hit! Ejecting!

Aah!

Why did you do it, Commander?

Why did you betray us?

Mitchell's dead.

This isn't real.

We fought for you.

We fought beside you on the line.

We swore we would all go down together.

But you're alive,

and we're dead...

Because of you.

It's not true.

I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen.

You never listen.

I tried.

What?

I tried.

Tried to do what, Commander?

Afterburners on my Mark.

Mark!

Aah!

Tried to ram the Minbari cruiser,

is that it?

Yes. It was in my report.

And then what?

I don't remember.

I blacked out.

I've never been able to remember.

You don't want to remember.

You don't want to remember the 24 hours

in which you betrayed your own race.

The day you became a traitor.

The day you sold--

that's enough!

Well, well.

Looks like the pain is real for both of us.

I just heard the news, Lieutenant Commander.

Is there anything I can do?

If the Commander is missing--

we're doing everything we can, Ambassador.

Have you tried the telepath

Talia Winters?

She's a level p-5. Requires close proximity

or physical contact.

She's not trained for search and recover.

All we can do is hope for a break.

Are you sure you're all right?

It's just the way you snapped out

of the cybernet--

I'm all right!

Caught me by surprise,

that's all.

He's tough.

Breaking him isn't gonna be easy.

What's happening out there?

All I know is what I see on the monitors.

They're aware the Commander is missing,

and they've launched a full search.

How long until they hit this sector?

3, maybe 4 hours.

He was right. Not much time.

You should rest.

No! No, we're close. I can feel it.

The more I walk through his mind,

the more I'm convinced he's hiding something.

But we have to accelerate

the program.

Break his grip on reality,

blur the lines.

I can increase the dosage of metazine another 10%,

but he might start hallucinating.

Do it, then bring up the cyberfield 30%

and put me back inside.

It's dangerous. It could shatter his mind

or kill him.

Then he dies.

Moving through blue sector. Continuing search.

Chief, we've finished sectors blue 1 through blue 3.

So far, nothing.

Break your teams up into smaller units.

2 men apiece.

We need to cover more ground.

Put on everyone you can.

We already have. I even pulled in

Miller and Benson.

Benson? He's a security risk.

We pulled him off active duty,

pending the investigation.

I know, we checked his files. He's clean. No debts.

He's got a surplus in his station account.

That's impossible.

I checked the other day, and he was tapped out.

See for yourself.

He's got 5,000 credits in his account.

Now, yeah,

but this wasn't here 24 hours ago.

And check this list of payments.

There's 5 grand left in his account

after he paid off lots of debts.

Original deposit was...

15,000?

Where's a grunt like Benson get 15 grand?

I don't know.

The deposit clears account at 0300 hours,

and 4 hours later at 0700, the Commander went missing.

Find Benson. Bring him here.

I want to ask him some questions.

Right.

Increase cyberfield 30%.

Let's see it, Commander.

What are you hiding?

What happened on the line?

Push, Commander.

Remember.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

[Echo] What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

You've got to help me.

The whole station's looking for me.

They think I had something to do--

I don't have time for this.

I don't care. All I want--

[Sinclair] Aah!

What the hell was that?

What have you got going on in here,

anyway?

Oh, my god.

Terminate.

You saw something, didn't you,

just before you blacked out.

I almost saw it with you.

Grey...

Grey figures.

What does this mean?

When did this happen?

What are you hiding?

I'm not hiding anything.

We all hide things, Commander.

That's why we bounce back here again, isn't it?

This is where you hide--

behind duty and responsibility

and obligation.

Things you'd never understand.

Wrong.

You're wrong.

We're both patriots in our own way.

If I fail, more will come after me

until the job is finished.

But now it's time, Commander.

We're going to find out what else you're hiding,

and we're going to find out now.

Where'd you find the body?

Floating outside the red sector.

We linked in as soon as we found it.

There's not much left.

It depressurized fast when it was shoved

out into space.

It's Benson, all right.

Whoever killed him

couldn't have carried the body very far

without being noticed.

Tell the search teams to concentrate on red sector.

Right.

Commander!

Commander Sinclair...

For the last time,

what happened at the battle of the line?

I was trying to ram the Minbari cruiser...

Then something passed in front of my eyes.

I blacked out.

The next thing I know, it's 24 hours later

and the war--

the war was over!

The Minbari had surrendered.

On the Eve of their victory,

they gave up...

Just like that!

And you expect us to believe

that you slept through the whole thing?

Your ship was off the screens

for 24 hours.

You didn't just black out.

Your ship disappeared!

The screens malfunctioned.

The hearing proved that.

Why are you doing all this?

The Minbari didn't win at the line.

They surrendered.

Precisely my point!

They surrendered!

Why?

I think they took one look

at our defense

and realized what it would cost them

to invade Earth.

Why risk their lives in a frontal attack

when they could attack us from within?

But they needed a fifth column.

People like you.

Look at Earth, Commander--

alien civilization, alien migration,

aliens buying up real estate

by the square mile.

Alien funding of Babylon 5.

What they couldn't take by force,

they're corrupting inch by inch!

What does that have to do with me?

Nobody wants to die,

especially not out there in the cold of space,

so you surrendered.

They took you aboard their ship,

fixed you some milk and cookies

and asked you to work for them,

be their eyes, their ears, their voice.

You agreed.

You and god knows how many other people!

And then they let you go.

You're insane.

I never betrayed earth.

How can you be sure?

You just said you don't remember.

Mitchell.

What about Mitchell?

That's enough!

You talk about the war.

You talk about Mitchell, and the rest,

but you didn't know them.

They were my friends.

I watched them die one by one.

For years afterwards, whenever I saw Minbari,

I had to fight the urge

to strangle them with my bare hands.

All I could see was Mitchell and the rest...

Dying.

Dying.

Why?

Because we were outnumbered

and outgunned.

We never had a chance.

You say we could've won, but you weren't there.

You didn't see them.

When I looked at those ships,

i--i didn't just see my death.

I saw the death of the whole damn human race.

Then why did they surrender?

I don't know.

Maybe the universe blinked.

Maybe god changed his mind.

All I know is that we got a second chance.

And in 10 years,

nothing's ever made you doubt your story

that you...Blacked out, is that it?

No!

Nothing...

Except...

Except what?

There's a hole...

In your mind.

What was that, Commander?

Come on. You're close.

You're almost there.

What happened that day?

What happened at the battle of the line?

Don't you want to know, just for yourself?

Don't you want to know?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Then go.

Look.

See.

Now.

Now.

Now!

Alpha 7 to Alpha leader, I'm hit!

Pull out! Pull out!

Alpha 7!

He's gone. Picking up enemy transmissions.

Stay in formation.

Hold the line. No one gets through,

no matter what.

Understood.

Alpha leader, you have a Minbari on your tail.

I'm on him. Targeting fighter.

No! Mitchell, stay in formation.

It might be a--

oh, my god.

It's a trap! Mitchell!

I've got a clear shot.

I can take him. I can take him.

Break off!

I'm hit! Ejecting!

Aah!

Aft stabilizers hit. Weapon systems at zero.

Defensive grid at zero.

Power plant near critical mass.

Not like this. Not like this.

If I'm going out, I'm taking you bastards with me!

Target main cruiser. Set for full velocity ram.

Afterburners on my Mark.

Mark!

Why are you...

Doing this?

[Cloaked figures whispering]

What do you want?

Why are you doing this?

Who are you?

I know you.

I know who you are.

I know you.

Aah!

Minbari broken through...

I have to report. Get back to my ship.

Got it?

Now, listen to me next time.

No more, huh?

Sorry, all right?

I didn't mean it.

Just get it done.

All right.

Commander.

Commander.

Aah!

Security to c and c.

I found the Commander. I'm following--

unh!

Security, this is c and c. Please repeat.

Security? Where'd it come from?

Red 6, level 2.

I'm on it.

Commander.

Commander Sinclair, please report in.

Commander?

Commander Sinclair, please report in.

Look out! Get down!

Commander, i--

what the hell?

Commander?

Mr. Garibaldi.

Yeah, go.

We found someone in red 3.

I think this is where they kept the Commander.

Looks like he's been treated with psychotropic drugs.

He may be delusional, confused.

In his present state,

he may be even be considered dangerous.

Yeah, thanks. I kind of got that impression.

Keep me informed. Garibaldi out.

Look.

Ambassador! Stay back!

It's me, Commander.

You're safe.

No one will harm you.

Stop.

I know.

I know you.

I know who you are.

I'm your friend, Commander.

Ambassador Delenn.

Your friend.

No.

I know you.

I know you.

Unh!

Welcome home.

How long have I been out?

About a day.

Managed to flush the rest of those drugs out,

but your system has been through quite a shock.

Where's the prisoner?

On his way to bay 12.

He's being transferred to a shuttle headed for home.

Earth Central exercised jurisdiction.

They want him back on Earth for trial.

Why there instead of here?

They say he's part of an organization back home

that's trying to prove collusion

between Earth officials and the Minbari.

There's even a rumor it's a covert operation

run from somewhere inside the government.

Well, I don't know what they're gonna

get out of it.

When you broke out of the cybernet,

you set up a neuro- feedback charge

that fried most of his memory.

I want to see him.

I don't think that's--

now.

Just a sec.

We need the prisoner for a moment.

Alone.

He's all yours.

You never told me your name.

I...

Don't...

Remember.

You couldn't pull off something this big

without help.

Who sent you?

Who were you working for?

I can't...

Help you.

I...

Don't remember anything.

It's no use, Commander.

We've tried.

He's gone.

Move him out.

Commander.

Command--

Commander Sinclair?

There's...

There's something in my head.

It says...

Maybe you're still inside.

Maybe we're both still inside.

Babylon control to prison vessel,

you are clear for jump.

[Beep beep beep beep]

Come.

Commander,

you're better?

Yes.

I wanted to thank you for your help.

I was pretty messed up, delusional.

Strange that seeing you was the only thing

that could snap me out of it.

I'm glad that I could help.

Now I suggest rest.

It will help you heal.

Commander...

Out of curiosity,

do you remember anything from your experience?

No.

Sorry.

Not a thing.

He must never know what happened.

If he should find out,

he must be killed.

Do you understand, Delenn?

Yes.

Computer.

[Beep beep]

Personal log entry.

2300 hours.

I remember...

I was...

Taken inside a Minbari cruiser.

Interrogated.

Tortured.

Was that...

The Grey Council?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Before they surrendered,

they must have blanked my memory

and then let me go.

And Delenn.

What was she doing there?

What is it they don't want me to remember?

I have to find out.

I have to.