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Commander's personal log:

We're still searching for First Ones to use in
our war with the Vorlons and the Shadows.

There's less than 24 hours left
before everything hits the fan.

We can't afford to waste any more time.

We have to get back to Babylon 5
then catch up with the fleet.

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

There aren't any more
First Ones around here.

- We've got five so far. That's good enough.
- There is time for one more.

This is the last.

It's important to have them all.

Keep sending the signal.

I'll give you 10 more minutes,
and then we're leaving.

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

Captain's idea to hit Vorlon targets...

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

between Vorlons and the Shadows, it's...
- A brilliant strategy.

He's making a crucible, which he
hopes will force out the truth.

Quite brave. Possibly futile.

But very human.

I will introduce them to you now.

They're almost as old as the Vorlons.

They've not spoken to anyone outside
their own race for centuries.

But they'll remember you?

Oh, yes.

I just hope the captain's okay.

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

Their forward screens are down.

Tactical Squadron, follow us in.

Vorlon observation post destroyed.

Good. We can proceed to the rendezvous
point without being watched.

Make the jump to hyperspace, Mr. Lennier.

Look at it.

Thousands of ships.

Over two dozen races working together
for the very first time.

You put together a hell of a team, Delenn.
You should be proud.

Win or lose, we'll go down fighting.

Pour it on, Mr. Lennier.

Take us into the fire.

It was the year of fire.

The year of destruction.

The year we took back
what was ours.

It was the year of rebirth.

The year of great sadness.

The year of pain.

- And a year of joy.
- It was a new age.

It was the end of history.

It was the year everything changed.

The year is 2261.
The place, Babylon 5.

BABYLON 5 4x06 "INTO THE FIRE"
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I heard some of the Vorlons
would be within striking distance...

of Centauri Prime about the
same time we reach Coriana 6.

So why are we here instead of there?

Six billion lives on Coriana.

Three billion lives on Centauri Prime.

We have enough ships to make a stand at
one of them, so which do you choose?

It's numbers.
Cold, unsympathetic numbers.

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

to give the Centauri a chance...

so they've got rid of any
Shadow influences by now.

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

Ambassador!

I mean, Prime Minister Mollari...

we've tried to get everything you wanted
in place, but you've given us so little time.

And with the death of Emperor Cartagia,
we have all been in mourning.

Well, you'll be mourning the entire planet
unless we take care of this quickly.

The Vorlons are less than 12 hours away.

We have to get rid of the Shadow vessels
before they get here.

Bring me the ministers of War, Intelligence,
Transportation and Security.

I want them here in 10 minutes.

- Prime minister, please...
- Then you...

will clear the palace of everyone who
has worked for Cartagia:

Personal guards, food tasters,
physicians, everyone.

I have enough to deal with as it is
without worrying about a knife in the back.

- Minister, please!
- Oh, oh, oh. Sorry.

I wasn't thinking.

Felt very natural, though.

Why is he...? Why are you still here?

Go, go!

We have very little time left, Vir.

And much work ahead of us, and then...

Then we must find Mr. Morden...

and tell him the bad news.

John, I've just heard from Ivanova.

They've found all the remaining First Ones
and sent them to the rendezvous point.

She was about to follow, but...
I told her to wait for confirmation.

John, we have so many ships.

One more will not turn
the tide of battle.

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

I owe it to her to keep that promise.

Tell her to come on in and to haul ass,
or she'll miss all the excitement.

Very well.

I'll tell her to "haul ass"...

but that seems to me a very undignified
position from which to command...

one of the White Star fleet.

Yes?

I was told you were ready to leave.

Almost.

You're awfully impatient for someone
supposed to be immortal.

Not immortal as you mean it.

My race can die.
Through illness or injury.

So where are the rest of them?

They fell ill and died,
were injured and died.

The rest went away.
I am the last.

And I was the first.

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

Skepticism is the language
of the mind.

What does your heart tell you?

My heart and I don't speak anymore.

Yes. I have noticed that.

Okay, let's assume that
in all of the universe...

you were the first living being
to achieve sentience billions of years ago.

At that point, you'd be doing pretty good
to invent fire or the wheel.

You couldn't come up with science,
technology, find a serum for immortality...

- ...all in one lifetime.
- It wasn't necessary.

We were born naturally immortal.

It's impossible. Everything dies.

Yes. Now.

At first, we were kept in balance
by birthrate.

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

Then, I think the universe decided
that to appreciate life...

for there to be change and growth,
life had to be short.

So the generations that followed us
grew old,

infirm, died.

But those of us who were first
went on.

We discovered the Vorlons and the Shadows
when they were infant races...

and nourished them, helped them...

and all the other races you call
the First Ones.

In time, most of them died.

Or passed beyond the Rim...

to whatever lies in the darkness
between galaxies.

We've lived too long, seen too much.

To live on as we have
is to leave behind...

joy and love and companionship...

because we know it to be transitory,
of the moment.

We know it will turn to ash.

Only those whose lives are brief
can imagine that love...

is eternal.

You should embrace
that remarkable illusion.

It may be the greatest gift...

your race has ever received.

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

Well, I'm in rather a hurry.

If there's something you need to discuss,
you should've done so during the meeting, yes?

I think you will agree that this
is a personal and private matter.

All right, Durano.

What does the Ministry of Intelligence
want with me?

Several months ago, someone close to you
was murdered. Poisoned, I believe.

Yes, the Lady Adira.

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

She was apparently a dancer,
a former slave.

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

And if you're even thinking of using that
relationship against me in the Royal Court...

You misunderstand me, prime minister.

I was merely being specific.

In my experience, if you can't say what you
mean, you can never mean what you say.

The details are everything.

Go on.

Her death by poisoning was preceded by rumors
that you had attempted to poison Lord Refa.

Emperor Cartagia asked me
to look into the matter.

It was easy to see that these two matters
were somehow connected.

I continued the investigation, even after
the unfortunate death of Lord Refa on Narn.

The emperor did not look
kindly on unfinished work.

When I gave him my final report...

he said that you would know nothing
of it as long as he was alive.

Since that is no longer an issue...

There is nothing to know.

Refa was responsible for her death.

He wanted to punish me.

True. He was quite annoyed with you.

The liner came to Babylon 5
straight from here.

The poison was of Centauri origin.

Also correct.

We found the dealer who supplied
the poison and confirmed...

that it was slipped onto a starliner
en route to Babylon 5.

But it was not Lord Refa
who commissioned her murder.

What?

As I said,
the details are everything.

And we were quite...

Who gave the order?

Your associate, Mr. Morden.

The dealer didn't know his motives.

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

But I suspect Morden was hoping
to guarantee his position...

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

Go. Leave me.

I can provide a full report
if you...

I said, get out.

He played me.

He played me like a puppet.

He played...

My God!

Oh, God! He played me.

Can't this thing go any faster? The captain's
gonna need all the weapons we've got.

Ah, hell.

What's going on?

Ahel means "continuous fire" in Minbari.

Oh, great.

Cease fire.

Patience is also a weapon
when used properly.

We will arrive when we arrive,
and we will have the weapons we have.

You cannot win this war through force.
You must...

understand your way out of this.

Sheridan knows.

What remains to be seen...

is whether he knows that he knows.

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

We can't win?

Against the Vorlons
and the Shadows? No.

- Then what are we doing here?
- Hoping the truth will set us free...

before it kills us.
Are the nukes ready?

We've seeded them on
several nearby asteroids.

With luck, neither side will detect
the bombs until it's too late.

- Are you ready?
- I think so.

Stay open to anything
you might pick up out there.

When you came after me at Z'Ha'Dum,
you made contact with the Shadows.

We'll need that advantage.

It's the only one we've got.

Mr. Morden.

I see they found you.
Good. Good.

You're looking well.
All healed now, I take it.

I'm fine.

What the hell is going on, Mollari?

A number of Vorlon ships
are on their way here...

accompanied by one
of their planetkillers.

They will arrive in a matter of hours.

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

where your associates have influence.

Cartagia gave your associates the island
of Celini as a base for their ships.

Now that Cartagia is dead,
I am ordering you to remove those ships.

At once.

There are 3 billion people here.

The Vorlons would never attack
a civilian population that big.

The ships stay.

You're afraid, aren't you?

They're afraid.

And speaking of your associates...

we must make sure
that we can talk privately.

Do not move.

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

You're insane.

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

Today? Today is a very different day.

One last time.
Remove your ships.

No.

You don't frighten me, Mollari.

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

Yes. Your ships are very impressive
in the air or in space...

but at this moment,
they are on the ground.

Right. They're on the ground.

But they can sense
an approaching ship miles away.

So, what are you gonna do, Mollari?
Blow up the island?

Actually...

now that you mention it...

No!

I had most of our people evacuated
from Celini during the night.

A few stayed...

to maintain the illusion
of our presence.

They knew what was
being asked of them.

I would have preferred another way...

hoped that you would
be reasonable, but...

Take him to a cell.
Keep him there.

You just made a mistake, Londo.

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

They'll make sure Centauri Prime pays
the price for what you've done here today!

What I have done?

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

Ivanova to White Star 2,
do you receive?

Susan, you made it.

You think I'd miss a party like this?

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

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

What's our status?

Everything's in place.

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

I think they're coming.

They're heading straight for each other.
It's as if they don't even know we're here...

or they don't care.

Then let's get their attention.

Which of our nukes are in that area?

Five, seven and 12.

Transfer firing control to my station,
Mr. Lennier.

Done.

Morning, gentlemen.
This is your wake-up call.

Captain?

They're pissed.

Marcus, why are you here?

There was only room in the shuttle for two.
I traded with Lorien so he can see Sheridan.

Figured you could use another hand.

I'll take it.
Man the weapons system.

Here they come.

- We have to stop them.
- Open up a com channel.

This is Capt. John Sheridan
to Vorlon fleet.

Coriana 6 is a low-tech planet.

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

It's not their fault. You can't destroy an
entire planet of 6 billion people just for that.

No response.

But, captain...

they may not even be listening.

Lyta, you were close to the Vorlons.

They responded before to a telepathic
signal from you. Can you send it again?

Tell them we need
to talk to them.

I'll try.

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

The Vorlons will arrive shortly.

As we both know, they will strike if there's
any Shadow influence still here, yes?

Yes.

Well, I have removed
the last of their influence.

Go out into the garden, you'll see.

Consider it a gift. Go.

I'll join you in a moment.

What do you want?

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

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

as a warning to the next ten generations...

that some favors come with too high a price.

I want to look up into your lifeless
eyes and wave, like this.

- Anything yet?
- No, nothing.

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

It can't end like this.
I won't allow it.

Captain...

the Vorlon planetkiller is almost
within range of Coriana 6.

Shall I call in the First Ones?

John, we were going to keep them
in reserve.

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

I know, I know.

Once we call the First Ones in, we won't
have anything left to fall back on, but...

I can't just sit here and let...

6 billion people be murdered for being
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Send the signal, Mr. Lennier.

Vir. Vir.

I have just sent the message to the Vorlons,
told them what we had done...

that there is no longer anything here
that has been touched by these Shadows.

Sent them all the proof they will need.

I imagine they will turn back now.

Oh, Vir, we have done it.

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

And now we only have to...

What? What is it?

You're wrong.

There's still one thing left.

Something that's been touched
by the Shadows, influenced by them.

What?

No.

Not for me.

They would not.

They would not do it just to get me.

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

You told them that you were here.

No.

Come on, you bastards, talk to us.

I'm picking up a message.

The Vorlons are sending
for reinforcements.

They're calling in all their other ships.

You must kill me, Vir. Quickly.

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

- Londo, I can't.
- You must! It is the only way to...

They're leaving.

Yes. Yes, Vir. They're leaving.

- Lorien, you've seen?
- Yes.

Can you try to get through?

- Tell them to...
- There is nothing to tell.

You thought we could not touch you.

You were wrong.

- John!
- No! Do not touch him!

If you try to interrupt,
it will kill him.

And you they have left for us.

- Delenn!
- Do not interfere...

or you will lose your one chance
to end this.

He was hoping they could be
provoked into doing this.

What's happened to them?

They are elsewhere.

The others, out there,
still work in secret.

But he wanted you to know
what is at stake.

He wants all of you to know
what you may be asked to die for...

and why.

I can see.

I can see them.

Where are you?

Show yourselves!

We are here.
We do not understand you.

We have wished only
the best for you.

We only want to help you.

You're destroying whole worlds.

The others are a disease.

You have given us the opportunity
to eliminate it.

We are grateful.
Why do you oppose us?

Because I don't like being used.
Or lied to!

We have not lied.

Our goal is the same as yours:
To destroy the darkness.

Then why haven't you
struck at them directly?

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

See...

I finally understood the rules of this war
when I saw your planetkillers in action.

You've had the technology to
destroy Z'Ha'Dum all along!

- So why haven't you used it?
- You do not understand.

Oh, but I do understand.

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

A Vorlon said,
"Understanding is a three-edged sword:

Your side, their side and the truth."

The truth is, we don't
need you anymore.

The Vorlons stand for order
above anything else.

No passion, no dreams...

just discipline, obedience.

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

Why side with the old?

Embrace the new.

Growth through pain and struggle,
conflict and war.

You, of all people,
should understand this.

Your race came out of the last war
stronger, better.

How much better...

how much stronger will
they be after this war?

You will rise from the ashes with a strength
and power beyond your imagination.

Until you do it to us again.

It is the cycle.

It is the force of history itself.

You cannot win against that.

We have embraced it.

We've helped it along
by creating conflict.

Weak races die. Strong races
are made even stronger.

Evolution must be served.

There is no other way.

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

That's why you're really doing this.

That's why you target planets that help the
Shadows and don't destroy Z'Ha'Dum itself.

You don't wanna kill the messenger,
you just wanna kill the message.

Make it harder for them to get to us...

guarantee that we do things
your way.

After all, if you destroy the Vorlons,
they'll never know you won.

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

- It's about ideology.
- Of course.

What isn't?

Order...

versus...

chaos.

Choose one.

Yes, choose...

but only from the choices
you give us.

Don't you see that this is wrong?

When the other First Ones
passed beyond the Rim...

you stayed behind as guardians,
shepherds for the younger races.

But you've lost your way.

This isn't about teaching us
or helping us.

This is about you being right.

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

You're like a couple of parents arguing
in front of their kids, manipulating them...

trying to get them to take sides.
Not for their benefit, but for yours!

But what if the right choice...

is not to choose at all?

What if we reject the idea that we
must decide which of you is right?

- What if we simply walk away?
- You cannot do that.

- Then the war will never end.
- That is correct.

- Then there is no hope.
- There is only chaos and evolution.

There is only order and obedience.

You will do as you are told.

You will fight...

because we tell you to fight.

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

because the others
know no other way.

That's where you're wrong.

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

Hurry, take my hand.

Quickly.

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

Captain, look!

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

Captain, can you receive?

Lvanova? Did you see it?

Did the rest fleet hear what they said?

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

getting through, no matter
what we do.

Picking up thousands of missiles
all around us.

Extreme cold's shut down the jump
engines. Not just ours, the entire fleet.

Estimate we have 10 minutes
before the temperature drops...

below that which can survive.

Is that it?

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

and now they don't
want us to leave?

They'd rather let us die than get
in the way of their little war?

No.

They're not quite finished yet.

Look.

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

ask forgiveness...

choose.

Your next words will decide
which way this goes.

I cannot help you.

The Vorlons ask only one
question over and over:

Who are you?

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

I have never heard you
answer that question.

Who are you?
What do you want?

You don't know, do you?

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

You've lost your way.

So how can you guide us?

How can we learn who we are and what we
want if you don't even know it anymore?

It doesn't matter which side
wins this today.

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

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

But we can't afford it anymore.
We don't need it. We don't need you.

We've learned how
to stand on our own.

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

Your secret is out.

All these other races know you
for who you are.

So, what now?

You do not speak for the rest.

They will not follow you
if you are dead.

Missile on approach.
Impact in 10 seconds!

What ship was that?

Drazi warship.

The Strakath.

They took the hit for us.

The other ships are moving in,
surrounding us.

The others have rejected you.

How do you have a war when
no one will fight for either of you?

We refuse to take sides
in this anymore.

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

We know who we are now.

We can find our own way
between order and chaos.

You can kill us...

one by one, and those who follow us
and those who follow them...

on and on, every race, every planet,
until there's no one left to kill.

You will have failed as guardians.

And you will be alone.

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

Now get the hell out of our galaxy!
Both of you!

As I taught you, then stepped aside,
now you must do the same.

Our age is past.

This...

belongs to the younger races now.

They have learned
to stand on their own.

They have learned...

to understand.

Time to let them go.

Will you come with us?

I have been here since the beginning.

I will not leave you now.

I will go with you beyond the Rim...

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

all those who we have
missed for so long.

Then we will not be alone?

No.

Never alone.

Did we just win?

Don't jinx it.

I waited a long time
for someone to find me.

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

But none of us can
stay behind this time.

That was why it was necessary
to find all the remaining First Ones.

This...

is yours now.

And you have an obligation...

to do as we have done...

to teach the races
that will follow you...

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

and allow them to grow
into their own destiny.

If your races survive...

if you do not kill yourselves...

I look forward to the day
when your people join us...

beyond the Rim.

We will wait for you.

I think about this war being over...

and I find I cannot quite...

wrap my brain around the concept.

I don't know what to feel.

Well, let's see.
The war is over...

the Shadows are gone forever,
the Vorlons are gone forever...

Cartagia's dead...

and we saved Centauri Prime.

I mean, I'm no expert, but I think
you should feel happy.

Yes, perhaps.

But every time I have been happy...

the universe has conspired
to do something nasty to me.

Maybe, but that's tomorrow.

I don't think any one of our gods
would object...

Londo Mollari having
one single night of happiness.

I suppose.

And you...

you are going back
to Babylon 5 now, yes?

I may join you.

I've created quite a stir here
by giving the order to free Narn...

and some have decided
that killing the emperor...

was an attempt to undermine
the monarchy.

They have taken it personally.
Who knew?

Once I have tidied up things here...

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

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

The First Ones gone?

We're all alone now.

Just the younger races.

We can't blame anyone else
from now on.

It's a new age, Delenn.

A third age.

Why third?

Well, we began in chaos,
too primitive to make our own decisions.

Then we were manipulated by forces that
thought they knew what was best for us.

And now...

Now we're finally standing on our own.

Lorien was right.
It's a great responsibility.

This is ours now.

Strange.

The galaxy seems somehow smaller
now that the First Ones are gone forever.

- Feels like the magic's gone.
- No. Not gone.

Now we make our own magic.

Now we create our own legends.

Now we build the future.

- Now we stop...
- Being afraid...

of the shadows.

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