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Excuse me. Perhaps
you might help me.

I'm looking
for Ambassador Delenn.

Could you tell me
where I might find her?

Of course. This way.

Shuttle one's ready
to go, Commander.

Any change in those
seismic disturbances?

The surface layer's
calmed down,

but we're still
picking up rumbles

from further down.

Normally
I wouldn't bother,

but we are in orbit
over this thing.

All right.
Let's go check it out,

just to be sure.

Agreed.

Shuttle one,

you're clear to begin
geological survey.

Confirmed,
Babylon control.

Initiating
launch.

I have to go play diplomat
for a few hours.

Let me know when
the survey team comes back.

Will do.

Ms. Winters.

Hello, Commander.

Problem with
the transport tube?

No, not really.

It seems like every time
I get into the tube,

Mr. Garibaldi's there.
It's like he knows.

Talia, Mr. Garibaldi
is many things,

but he's not omniscient.

I think
I'll take the stairs.

I think I'll join you.

Range to surface--
40 miles.

Close enough.

Activate scanners.

Set for maximum depth.

Let's see
what's going on

under all that dirt.

What the hell's that?

We've lost power.
Get it back.

I can't.
I have no controls here.

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...

Babylon control
to shuttle one.

Shuttle one,
do you receive?

Confirmed,
Babylon control,

we're receiving you.

What the hell was that?

All of our read-outs
blacked out for a second.

Same here,
Babylon control.

It was some kind
of massive power surge,

right off the scale.

Knocked half
our systems off-line.

It must've come from
deep inside the planet.

What's your situation?

Shuttle controls
are partly fried.

We've achieved
a low-grade orbit,

but can't
make it back unassisted.

Can you send someone out
here to give us a lift?

Confirmed. We'll send
2 Starfuries a.S.A.P.

Stand by.
Don't go anywhere.

Don't go anywhere?
As if we could.

O.k., we've got
a while to wait.

Who's got
a deck of cards?

You sure
they're all right?

They're a little shaken,
but otherwise fine.

They'll be back on board
in a few hours.

Good. Keep me informed

and find out what's
going on down there.

Sorry.

It's quite
all right.

An interesting
riddle, Commander.

I thought the planet
beneath us

was uninhabited.

That's what we thought.

None of our prior surveys

found any sign of life
down there.

Perhaps not now,
but in the past,

someone or something
might have lived down there.

If that's true,

it would seem you may
have awakened something.

Perhaps.

We'll know more later.

Now, as far as
these new trade routes

are concerned...

Babylon control,

this is delta leader.

We have retrieved
shuttle crew from planet

and are returning
to cobra bay for recharge.

And I want every
piece of equipment we have

loaded onto the shuttle--

spectral analysis,
thermal probes, the works.

We'll reconvene
tomorrow morning,

8:00 sharp.
Yes, sir.

Dr. Tasaki.

Lieutenant
Commander.

What was that?

I have no idea.

We were told the planet
we're orbiting

is stable, safe,
and uninhabited.

Now it appears to be
none of those things.

Incorrect. We still
don't know for sure

if anyone's actually
alive down there.

The seismic activity
planet-side

could've triggered
an automatic system

of some kind.

We'll know more
once we go back down.

What are you
going to do now?

In order, process
the data we collected

from the power burst,

then call my wife in Proxima.
She loves mysteries.

This doesn't worry you
in the slightest?

On the contrary.
It scares the hell out of me,

but what better way
to go out than in the cause

of advancing
scientific knowledge?

Is this a multiple
choice question?

'Cause
I have some ideas.

And we will agree
to release

our trade routes
to sector 119,

provided that our ships
in that area

are allowed free use

of the local
Centauri jumpgate.

You drive
a very hard bargain.

It's a fair deal,
Ambassador.

Your government stands
to profit substantially

from access
to that sector.

The jumpgate fees

are pocket change
by comparison.

Obviously
what I consider a tent,

you consider a pocket.

But you are right.

It is
a reasonable demand.

Done and done.

I will have my government
issue an agreement by--when?

Tomorrow this time?

What a pleasure it is

to deal with
someone reasonable.

Negotiations are
so much more enjoyable

when certain individuals
are not here to interfere.

I would suggest
that there is a difference

between being unreasonable
and being angry.

Ambassador G'Kar is angry
much of the time,

but even the greatest
anger fades with time.

My dear Ambassador Delenn,

I am sure that for you
this is true,

but for G'Kar
and his people,

they will do all that
they can to destroy us

until the universe itself
decays and collapses.

If the Narns all stood
together in one place

and hated
all at the same time,

that hatred could fly
across dozens of light years

and reduce Centauri Prime
to a ball of ash.

That's how much
they hate us.

You don't have
to respond in kind.

Of course we do.
It's a natural law.

Physics tells us
that for every action,

there must be an equal
and opposite reaction.

They hate us,
we hate them,

they hate us back,

and so here we are--

victims of mathematics.

Ambassador.

He never listens.

He will...
Sooner or later.

How can you be sure?

Because
the alternative

is too terrible
to consider.

Without the hope
that things will get better,

that our inheritors
will know a world

that is Fuller and richer
than our own,

life is pointless

and evolution
is vastly overrated.

Good day, Commander.

The signal seems
to have diminished a little

in the past few hours.

Are you sure
it's a beacon?

Well, once our instruments
came back on-line,

we were able
to run a few tests.

It's definitely a series
of regular signals

repeated
at specific intervals,

but so far,

we haven't been able
to decipher them.

How's Dr. Tasaki?

He's like a kid
with a new puzzle.

He wants to go back down
and check it out

first thing
tomorrow morning.

A glutton
for punishment.

All right.
I'll authorize it,

but only on the condition
that we can find some way

to get him
down there safely.

Agreed.
I'll take care of that

first thing
tomorrow morning.

Oh, by the way,
Commander,

have you heard
any news today

from the Mars colony?

No. Why?

Well, there's always
something about it

in the daily Earthforce
status report,

but it just came in
and there wasn't

any word
from Mars. Nothing.

Now usually,
that's a sign

that they're running
military exercises,

but we would have gotten
some warning about that.

Probably just a glitch
in the system.

Good night,
Lieutenant Commander.

Good night, Commander.

Quickly, what is
the third principle

of sentient life?

Draal.

Incorrect answer.

The third principle
of sentient life

is the capacity
for self-sacrifice,

the conscious ability
to override evolution

and self-preservation

for a cause,
a friend, a loved one.

It has been
too long, Delenn.

You have forgotten
your training.

Soon you
will have forgotten

all about
your old friend Draal.

Not if I live
to be 1,001.

Ha ha ha!

Then why would you
keep your good friend

standing out here
in this drafty hall

instead of
in your warm quarters?

Tanker 12,
are you in position

to refuel
our return transport?

Roger, c&c.

Our hose jockey
is ready to connect.

With new questions being
raised about the cost

of maintaining
a presence in space,

senator pol quat of
the Indonesian consortium,

upon leaving an Earthdome
hearing on new programs,

asked why
less affluent nations

should be asked to pay
an equal share of the costs

if they do not receive

an equal share
of the benefits.

Elsewhere in the news--

we're just getting
a late-breaking story.

As ISN viewers may know,

all contact
with the Mars colony

has been cut off since noon
today Earth standard time.

We're now receiving
confirmation

that an open revolt
is in progress

against the Earth-appointed
provisional government.

We're receiving reports
of heavy fighting

outside the capital city

and armed skirmishes
within the city itself.

Troops have been ordered
from bases in Syria planum

to reinforce patrols
in solis planum

and outlying regions.

I'm told
we have a live feed

from ins reporter
Derek mobotabwe,

relayed from our station
on Olympus mons.

Reporting substantial
casualties

from the
continued fighting.

Death toll may be in
the hundreds or higher.

The insurgents
struck before dawn

with heavy weapons

seized in a daring
midnight raid

on a reserve
military base.

The guerrillas,
whose ancestors

migrated to Mars from Earth
over the past 100 years,

have demanded independence
for the Mars colony,

or, and I quote,

"the sand will run red
with Earther blood."

Provisional governor
chakan said--

help me.

Help me.

Venus team two, this
is environmental control.

Head converter around
to tower three.

Gotcha,
environmental control.

We're on our way.

Commander.

I take it

you heard the news
from Mars last night?

I did. Terrible to see
places were I grew up

going up in flames.

That's right,
you were born on Mars.

Do you still have family
or friends there?

No, thank god. You?

Not anymore.

Garibaldi's taking it
pretty hard.

Yeah,
I figured as much.

I'll try
to check on him later.

You all right,
Commander?

I don't know.

Last night, just before
I went to bed, I saw--

what?

I don't know.
Maybe I'm just tired.

What's the status
on Epsilon 3?

The geology team
leaves in a few hours.

Good.
Keep me informed.

Damn.

Have I already thanked you

for arranging
for my quarters last night

and for the fine meal
this morning?

Yes, you have.

Good. Then I need
not do so again.

Have I told you
about rathenn?

Yes, you have told me
of rathenn,

of all of my teachers,

and many of my family.

You have
told me everything...

Except why you are here.

What is there to tell?

I have lived
my entire life on Minbar.

Now I'm seeing
what is out here.

Yes. A curious answer
for one who taught me

that a half truth is
the worst kind of lie.

Our world
is changing, Delenn.

I'm not sure
when it began to change.

Perhaps the war,

perhaps
the death of Dukhat.

Perhaps the darkness
was there all along

and we refused to see it.

If you're referring
to the growing division

between the religious
and military castes--

that and more than that.

There is a sense that
we are lost and drifting.

In the streets,
in the temples,

you can hear it
in their voices,

their manner,

an anger
just beneath the surface,

a growing
dissatisfaction,

a self-involvement
above the needs of others.

It is not the same world
in which I was born, Delenn.

Not the same world at all.

I'm going to the sea.

Draal.

No.

You're still too young
to go to the sea.

There is so much
you could do back home.

I don't know
what good it would do.

Better to find
a place out there

in the sea of stars

where I can be of service
before the end.

I hear the call
of the stars, Delenn,

and I must answer.

Then...

When you leave here...

I will
never see you again.

I'm afraid so.

Which is why we should enjoy
our time together, Delenn.

Don't look so sad.

This should be
a time of great joy.

My feet
are firmly on the path,

and the road
beckons me down to the sea.

There I will find
the purpose and meaning

that I have lost
among my own people.

Be glad, Delenn.

Be glad.

When...

When do you
have to leave?

Not for a while.

We have time.

We have seen very little
of one another

these last few years,

and there is much
that I want to hear.

Then I will talk
and talk and talk

until you fall asleep
from the sound.

Ha ha ha ha!

And I will be glad of it.

And I will dream
of the sea.

What the hell do you mean

you can't get a signal
through to the Mars colony?

Sorry.
Communications are out

except for
authorized personnel.

Let me get this straight.

I'm an Earthforce
security officer,

clearance level
ultraviolet Alpha,

and I'm not considered
authorized personnel?

If you try again later--

I've been trying
all damn morning.

Now, all I'm asking for
is one clear channel.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Garibaldi,

but there is
nothing we can do

until the government
decides to lift

the communications
blackout.

I'll file your request,

and if things change,
I'll notify you at once.

Now, we'll be providing
fighter support

in case you run
into any trouble

while you're down there,

but I don't want you taking
any unnecessary chances.

We won't.

Just get your readings,

make a low-altitude scan
of the surface,

and get out in one piece.

We'll be monitoring
your progress from c&c.

Good. I work best
with an audience.

Anything else?

Just one thing.
The Starfuries are designed

for combat in space,
not inside an atmosphere.

Don't drop too low
or you're on your own.

Understood.
All right, move it out.

We've got
a mystery to solve.

Ivanova to Sinclair.

Sinclair.

They're on their way.
I'll meet you in control.

I'll be there.

If you'll excuse me,
Ambassador, i--

yes, yes, I know.

Commander,
what will you do

if you find anything
of value down there?

The odds of that
are pretty small.

It's probably just
an automated homing beacon

left over from
hundreds of years ago.

Yes, but if it isn't,
will you tell me?

No.

Just making sure we know
where we stand.

Survey one, you will hold
at coordinates 7 by 13

and await arrival
of escort wing.

Escort wing
standing by.

Launch fighter escort.

Delta six,
this is delta leader.

Let's be awake out there.

Roger that,
delta leader.

I'm on his tail.

I appreciate
the commission, gentlemen.

See you next month.

See you then.
Thank you.

I need
to talk to you.

Transport tube
out of order?

Wait! Look, I'm sorry,
but I need your help.

As lines go, Mr. Garibaldi,
that's not terribly original.

That's not a line,
damn it. I...

[Sighs]

Can I just have
5 minutes. Please?

O.k.

Look, I appreciate
you taking the time.

This is really
important to me.

Before I came to Babylon 5,
my last job

was working security
on the Mars colony.

I was there
for about a year.

The job wasn't great.

We got nothing but flak
from Earthdome,

but one thing made it
worth all the grief.

Her name's Lise Hampton.

We met a few days after
I got there, and we...

Got involved.

Sounds serious.

It was.

We even talked about
marriage a few times,

but I was--

look, I was messed up.

After being fired
from my last 4 jobs,

I kinda figured I had
something to prove.

So when Jeff asked me
to come work Babylon 5,

I asked her
to come with me.

She said no.

We argued. I got hot.

I said a lot
of stupid things,

the kind of things
that come back to haunt you

in the middle of the night.

The last time we spoke,

it ended up
with a slammed door

and me on
the last flight out.

We haven't talked
since then.

For the past 2 years,
I've wanted to call her,

I've needed
to call her, but...

I didn't know if she'd
even want to hear from me.

And now this.

Talia, I have
to talk to her,

I need to know
if she's o.K.

I sympathize,
Mr. Garibaldi, I do.

I hope you realize that.

But what do you expect
me to do about it?

If you can't
get through, how am i--

Psi-Corps
has got an intelligence

and training operation
in Syria planum.

How did you know
about the center?

That's supposed
to be classified.

It is, but that's
never stopped me before.

The point is
they've got the equipment

to put together a relay,
get me into the local com-net.

I could take it
from there.

You're asking a lot.

I know.

And if there were
any other way, I'd take it.

Talia, I can't sleep
not knowing if she's o.K.

You're my last hope.

All right.

I can't promise
anything,

but I'll do
what I can.

Thanks.

Survey one
to Babylon control.

Now beginning
our final run.

Initiating atmosphere drop
to 5 kilometers

inside
the atmosphere curtain.

Negative,
survey one.

Do not
enter atmosphere.

The fighters won't be
able to follow you in.

Don't worry,
Babylon control.

I'm not going far,
just enough

to get some samples.
You can't expect us

to come this far
without getting some--

doctor, there's
something down there,

coming our way fast.

Take evasive action!
Get us out of here!

Too late.
We've got lock-on.

Hang on.

Aft stabilizers hit.

40% power loss.

Full power
to engines.

One more like that,
and we've had it.

Incoming.

Babylon control
to fighter escort,

can you reach
the shuttle?

Negative,
Babylon control.

All fighters, target guns
on lower atmosphere.

Wide-angle
firing pattern.

Babylon control, what
the hell are you doing?

Incoming fire is
distracting the missiles,

pulling them off course.

Hit your afterburners,
maximum burn.

With any luck,
they can't follow you

outside the atmosphere.

We won't have enough
fuel to get back.

The fighters
will tow you back in.

Now do it before
the missiles lock on again!

Survey one
to Babylon control.

We're clear.
Returning to base.

Confirmed, survey one.

Upon arrival, you will
report for debriefing.

And just one more thing.

On your trip back,
I'd like you

to take the time to learn
the Babylon 5 mantra:

"Ivanova is always right.

"I will listen to Ivanova.

"I will not ignore
Ivanova's recommendations.

Ivanova is god."

And if this
ever happens again,

Ivanova will personally
rip your lungs out.

Babylon control out.

[Beep]

[Sigh]

Civilians.

Just kidding
about that god part.

No offense.

All our
previous scans

failed to show
any life forms

or any
automatic systems

on the surface
of the planet

or for a depth
of 2 miles

inside Epsilon 3.

Doctor, those missiles
had to come from somewhere.

Agreed.

And if
you'll come with me,

I think we've solved
the mystery.

We didn't
go deep enough.

Here.

This is a computer-enhanced

high-resolution scan
of sector 14.

We snared it just
before we were fired upon.

I don't see
anything.

Not yet.

Increase
magnification.

There. That's one of the
first group of missiles

fired at us.

It came
from underground.

That fissure,

is it natural
or artificial?

Hard to say.
My guess is it's artificial.

It was probably opened
by one of the quakes

that have hit
that region lately.

So it's possible this is
an old automatic defense system,

that there's no one
actually down there anymore?

That's my theory, yes.

How deep
is that fissure?

Ah, that's
the interesting thing.

Our analysis of the data

suggests
the missile was fired

5 miles within
the planet's surface.

There's something
down there,

something important
enough to require

a pretty lethal
defense system.

Very good.

Thank you,
doctor.

Analysis.

Well, we don't know

what other long-range
weaponry might be there,

so until we know more,
I'd definitely consider it

a threat
to station security.

Same here.

It's also a potential
first-contact situation.

I'd say we pretty much
have to go down there

and check it out.

Wouldn't you agree,
Lieutenant Commander?

Absolutely.

And he says, "goulash."
Do you get it?

Ha ha ha!

Ah, Mr. Garibaldi.

Off duty, I see.

Hmm.

Water.

Fascinating.

I never touch
the stuff myself.

Kat, the usual.

Is there something

I can do for you,
Ambassador?

Yes.

Attend.

As a young Centauri,

I developed
a preoccupation

with the female
of my particular species.

I went to
all the finest clubs,

watched the most
exotic Centauri dancers.

Now, one day
I was angry and upset,

but I went to the club,

I sat, watched the show,

but never saw it.

I just sat and stewed.

Suddenly, I looked up,

and this beautiful dancer

is leaning down
over the stage

and looking
right into my eyes,

and she said,

"whatever it is,

it can't be that bad."

And then she kissed me...

Right here.

Mr. Garibaldi,

whatever it is...

It can't be that bad.

Heh heh heh.

You try and kiss me,
and I'll break your arm.

We're not that close,
Mr. Garibaldi.

And the dancer?

Oh, I married her.

No.
Yes.

That day!

The next day,
I woke up,

I saw her
in the light of day,

sleeping against my arm,

and I decided
I would rather

chew off my arm
than wake her up.

Oh, that's sweet.

No, no.

She had a voice that
could curdle fresh milk.

Londo?

Yes, dear?

Londo!

Coming, my darling.

I'll be right there,
my love bug.

Ha ha ha.

You looked as if
you needed a friend.

I did.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Now, I go
to spread happiness

through
the rest of the station.

It's a terrible
responsibility,

but I have learned
to live with it.

Heh heh heh.

Hey.

Somebody better pay
for that drink.

[Beep beep]

Help me.

Help me.

All right,
delta flight, stand by.

We're ready
to go in.

On our signal, target
a 10-kilometer area

with long-range bursts

to draw off incoming
fire as we go in.

Confirmed, shuttle one.

Systems ready.

Engines to maximum burn.

Hit it.

Temperature up
200 degrees.

Coming in
awfully steep.

Missile sighted.

Delta flight, fire!

Let's hope
tasaki was right

about that fissure
being 5 miles deep.

Why?

Because,
at our present speed,

it's gonna take at least
2 miles to decelerate,

assuming we don't hit
anything on the way in.

This is a hell of a time
to think of that.

Lights.

Decelerating.

2 miles.

2.5.

3.

Anterior thrusters,
half power.

Thrusters, aye.

Anything?

Just rock.

3.5 miles.

4 miles.

Slowing descent 30%.

4.5.

We've got something.

It's an opening,
all right.

Definitely artificial.

Bring us in.

Coming
into a landing grid.

Environment check.

Gravity
.75 of Earth normal.

Atmosphere
90% carbon dioxide,

10% trace elements.

We'll definitely need
those breathers.

Life signs?

None.
So far, looks like

we're the only living things
in or on this planet.

All right,
let's check it out.

I'm sorry,
Ms. Winters,

but there's nothing
I can do.

In order to preserve
our confidential status,

access to our facility

is confined only
to members of Psi-Corps.

We can't let anyone
outside the government

know the center exists.

But Mr. Garibaldi
already knows about it.

He may suspect,

but that is not the same
as confirmation.

For all we know,
this request on his part

is only a cover so he
can confirm our location

and pass
that information

along to others.

That's completely
paranoid.

Possibly,

but with fighting
going on

less than a quarter mile
from the facility,

I think we're entitled

to a little paranoia.

How is it back there?

Not good.

The free Mars
movement

has been growing
for nearly a decade,

but no one suspected

they were
this organized

or this well armed.

Look, I can't
plug your friend

into the com-net
from here,

but I can run
a check on her name

and see if she's listed
among the wounded.

That would help.

Thank you.

No promises,
but, uh...

I'll do what I can.

Pcc relay out.

Commander.

[Clank]

Wait.

Well, that'll cut down
on tourism.

1...

2...

3...

4...

1...

2...

3...

3-second recharge
before firing.

Looks like it.

Can you cover that
in 3 seconds?

Not a problem.

O.k. Stand by.

Go!

Get down!

You o.K.?

Yeah, yeah. Fine.

Uh, Commander?

You'd better
take a look at this.

Holy...

Commander?

Yeah?

I think I've got
to go to the bathroom.

Tell me about it.

[Doorbell beeps]

Come.

Ah, Delenn.

What can I do
for you?

I was taking my friend
on a tour of the station

and thought
I would introduce you.

Draal, this is
Ambassador Londo Mollari

of the Centauri Republic.

Ambassador Mollari,
this is Draal,

for many years,
my mentor and teacher.

I am honored.

Thank you.

I hope
we're not intruding.

Oh, no, no, no.

I was just doing
a little studying.

Oh.

It's Earthers.
I try to find out

as much as I can
about them

to try to make
some sense of them,

but it never seems
to come together.

They do seem to be
a mass of contradictions.

Exactly my point.

Here, 6,000 years
of recorded history,

a history that includes
remarkable composers,

astonishing symphonies,

but what is the one song

that half of them
sing to their children

generation
after generation?

♪ You put
your right hand in ♪

♪ you put your
right hand out ♪

♪ you put your
whole self in ♪

♪ and you turn
yourself about ♪

♪ you do
the hokey-pokey ♪

♪ you give
a little shout ♪

♪ that's what
it's all about ♪

It doesn't
mean anything.

I have been studying
it for 7 days.

I had the computer
analyze it.

I swear to you,

it does not mean
a thing!

We've come at a bad time,
haven't we?

Uh...

Oh, no.

No, not at all.

Here. Sit.

I'll make
some hot jala.

I rather enjoyed
the song.

Don't tell him.

You're sure?

Trust me.

[Garibaldi] Try to raise
the shuttle again.

Nothing.

We still
can't get through.

Damn. 2 hours.

Mr. Garibaldi, can
I see you for a moment?

I've had some news.

Yell if they link in.

Yes, sir.

Well?

They won't let you

access the local
communications net.

They're
not happy about

you knowing about
the center, either.

Yeah, well, it's
an imperfect universe.

Is that all
you've got for me?

No. No, it isn't.

I asked them
to check the nets

for any information
about your friend.

They couldn't
get into the logs

for the dead
or wounded,

but they were
able to access

the list
of survivors.

And?

Her name
isn't on it.

They can't find
her name anywhere.

So either she's not
on Mars anymore--

she's there, all right.

She had a life there,
a career.

She wouldn't have left
all that in just 2 years.

Then it's possible

that something's
happened to her.

[Beep beep]

Yeah.

Mr. Garibaldi,
we've got a signal.

I'm on my way.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be.

She's all right.

She has to be.
That's all there is to it.

[Sinclair]
Must be 10,

20 miles deep.

Commander, you o.K.?

We're fine.

Michael, you
wouldn't believe it

incredible.

A whole new area
of technology.

Machines as big
as buildings

all around us.

[Buzzing]

What's happening?

Picking up
seismic activity.

It's a big one.

Commander, get the hell
out of there, you hear me?

Clear out!

Commander!

Jeff, Ivanova!

We've lost them.

Commander,
you all right?

Yeah. I think so.

We're gonna have to find
another way out of here.

This light's had it.

What the hell?

Help me.

Please help me.

You saw it, too?

Yeah.

And on the station.

Commander.

Help me...

Or your people...

All your people...

Will die.

You must help me.

[Rumbling]

Help me get him
out of this.

Commander, we don't
have a lot of time.

We're cut off
from the way we came in,

we don't know if we can
find another way back

to the ship
before we run out of air.

We can't leave him
like this.

I know.
It's a Russian thing.

When we're about
to do something stupid,

we like to catalog
the full extent

of our stupidity
for future reference.

[Rumbling]

Shuttle one
to Babylon control.

Do you read?

Jeff, yeah. Yeah,
we're getting you.

What's your situation?

We're coming out.

Tell the fighters to
initiate air cover,

and have
a full medical team

standing by
when we arrive.

Confirmed.
Initiating air cover.

I want that med team
at bay 14 in 10 minutes.

I'll meet them there.

We've got a ship coming
through the jumpgate.

Fine. Fine.

Mr. Garibaldi,
it's big.

What the hell?