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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 1 is 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're in orbit over this thing.

Alright. Best to check it out
just to be sure.

Agreed.

Shuttle 1, 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.

- Ah!
- What the hell was that?

We lost power. Get it back.

I can't,
I have no controls here!

It was the dawn
of the Third Age of mankind

ten 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 5.

'Babylon Control to Shuttle 1.'

- Shuttle 1, do you receive?
- 'Confirmed, Babylon control.'

- 'We're receiving you.'
- What the hell was it?

All of our readouts
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 offline.

It must have come from somewhere
deep inside the planet.

What's your situation?

'Shuttle controls
are partly fried.'

We've managed to achieve
a low-grade orbit

but we can't make it back
unassisted.

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

Confirmed.
We'll send two Starfuries ASAP.

Stand by. Don't go anywhere.

Don't go anywhere?
As if we could.

Okay, we've got a while to wait.

Who's got a deck of cards?

- You're sure they're alright?
- 'They're a little shaken.'

'But otherwise fine. They'll be
back onboard in a few hours.'

Good. Keep me informed.

And find out
what's going on down there.

- Sorry.
- It's quite alright.

An interesting riddle,
commander.

I thought the planet beneath us
was uninhabited.

That's what we thought,
none of our prior surveys

found any signs 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 on to 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
that 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.

Well, w-what are you
going to do now?

In order, process the data we
collected from the power burst

then call my wife in Plasma.
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?

Because 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 is 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 online'

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.

Alright, 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 of
their running military exercises

but we would have gotten
some warning about that.

Probably just a glitch
in the system.

Goodnight, lieutenant commander.

Goodnight, 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 a 1001.

Well 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 turn transport?'

'Uh, 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 Paul 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 cost

if they do not receive
an equal share of the benefits.

Elsewhere in the news..

We-we're just getting
a late breaking story.

As-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 an order
from bases in Syria Planum'

to reinforce patrols in Solis
Planum and outlying regions.

I'm told we have a live feed

from ISN 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 guerillas,
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."

Provincial Governor Chakan
said..

'Help me.'

Help me.

'Venus Team 2,
this is Environmental Control.'

'Bring that convertor around
to Tower 3.'

'Got you,
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

where 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?
- No, not anymore.

Garibaldi's taking it
pretty hard.

Yeah, I figured as much.
I'll try to check on him later.

- You alright, commander?
- I don't know.

Last night just before
I went to bed, I saw a..

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're here.

What is there to tell?

I have lived my entire life
on Minbar.

Now I am seeing
what is out here.

Yes.

A curious answer
from 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, 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 am going to the sea.

Draal...no.

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

There's 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.

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 the Mars Colony?

I'm 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?

lf 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.

Alright, 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--

Yes, yes, I know.

Commander, what will you do

if you find anything of value
down there?

Hm, 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.
- Hm.

Just making sure
we know where we stand.

'Survey 1, you will hold
at coordinates 7 by 13'

'and await
arrival of escort wing.'

Escort wing standing by.

Launch fighter escort.

'Delta 6, this is Delta Leader.'

'Let's be awake out there.'

'Roger that, Delta Leader,
I'm on his tail.'

I appreciate the commission,
gentlemen.

- Thank you.
- See you next month.

See you then. Thank you.

- I need to talk to you.
- What's wrong?

- 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.

No, it's not a line,
damn it, I..

Can I just have five minutes?

Please?

Okay.

Look, I appreciate
you taking the time.

This is really important to me.

See, 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..

Uh, look, I was messed up.

After being fired
from my last four jobs

I kind of figured
I had something to prove.

So when Jeff asked me
to come work Babylon 5

I asked her to come with me.

But 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 two years
I've wanted to call her

I've needed to call her, but..

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

And now this.

Talia, I have to talk to her.
I need to know if she's okay.

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 Corp's got an intelligence

in training operation
in Syria Planum.

How did you know
about this 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 okay.

You're my last hope.

Alright.

I can't promise anything

but I'll do what I can.

Thanks.

'Survey 1 to Babylon Control.'

Now beginning our final run.

Initiating atmosphere drop
to five kilometers

inside the atmosphere curtain.

Negative, Survey 1.
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 minimal--

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!

Forty-percent power loss!

Full power the 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 fires
distract 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 1 to Babylon Control.'

'We're clear.
Returning to base.'

Confirmed, Survey 1,
upon arrival

you willreport 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.

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 two miles
inside Epsilon 3.

Doctor, those missiles
had to come from somewhere.

Agreed, and if you 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 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

five miles
within the planet 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 down 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?'

Get you yet. Oh..

Ah, Mr. Garibaldi

off-duty, I see. Mm-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.

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."

Mm..

You looked
as if you needed a friend.

Oh, I did.

- Thanks.
- Ah, you're welcome.

Now I go to spread happiness
to the rest of the station.

It's a terrible responsibility

but I have learned
to live with it.

Hey!

Somebody better pay
for that drink.

Oh..

Help me.

Alright, Delta Flight, standby.
We're ready to go in.

On our signal,
target a ten-kilometer area

with long-range bursts

to draw off incoming fire

as we go in.

'Confirmed, Shuttle 1.'

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 five miles deep.

Because on our present speed
it's gonna take

at least two 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.

Two miles.

Two point five. Three.

Anterior thrusters, half power.

Thrusters, aye.

- Anything?
- Just rock.

Three-point-five miles.

Four miles.

Slowing descent 30%.

Four-point-five.

We've got something.
It's an opening, alright.

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 it looks like
we're the only living things

in or on this planet.

Alright, 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 the 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 that 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.

Wait.

Well, that'll cut down
on tourism.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three.

Three-second recharge
before firing.

Looks like it. Can you
cover that in three seconds?

- Not a problem.
- Okay. Stand by.

Go!

- Get down!
- Ah!

- You okay?
- 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.

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 are not intruding.
- Oh, no, no, no.

I was just doing
a little studying.

- Oh.
- Yes, Earthers.

I-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, 6000 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 seven 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?

No.

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.

'Try to raise
the shuttle again.'

Nothing.
We still can't get through.

Damn. Two 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, alright?
She had a life there, a career.

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

Then it's possible that
something's happened to her.

- Yeah?
- 'Mr. Garibaldi.'

- 'We've got a signal.'
- I'm on my way.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be. She's alright.

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

'It must be 10..'

'...20 miles deep.'

- Commander, you okay?
- 'We're fine.'

'Michael,
you wouldn't believe it.'

'Incredible!'

'A whole new area
of technology.'

'Machines as big as buildings
all around us.'

- 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 alright?

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.

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, 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.

'Shuttle 1 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 ten 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?