Original subtitles

[instrumental music]

♪ Set me free let me be ♪

♪ Buy me air in a bottle.. ♪

♪ Set me free ride with me ♪

♪ We could curl in a.. ♪♪

Ambassador Mollari.

We need to talk about the Euphrates treaty.

My dear Sinclair, this is hardly the time or the place, huh?

I agree. But you've been ducking me on this for a week.

Now I expect you in the Council Chambers

at 10:00 tomorrow morning

to begin formal negotiations with the Narn.

Unless of course you wish to pursue the wise course

and cede all claim to the Euphrates sector.

I would rather kiss a Jovian tree worm.

You've kissed far worse things in your times, Mollari.

Yes, and you can kiss my plump Centauri..

Ah! Gentlemen, this is what I've been waiting for.

Please, sit down. Don't miss it.

'Sit!'

[instrumental music]

[laughs] Yes.

Is she not perfection?

Gentlemen, of all things in life

are females not the finest?

On that, Mollari, we can at least agree.

Ambassador G'Kar!

[coughs]

I am Ko D'Ath, the new head of your diplomatic staff.

[laughs] Yes, I-I wasn't expecting you for several year, days.

I was eager to begin my duties, so I booked early transport.

'Mr. Garibaldi said that'

I would find you in this...establishment.

Ah, yes, Mr. Garibaldi is most helpful.

Hey, hotspot, how about you and me blow this joint

and go play Scan the Sector?

[screeches]

Trash.

You must be fatigued from your long journey.

Allow me to show you to your quarters.

You know, sometimes I almost feel sorry for G'Kar.

[applauding]

[humming]

[laughing]

[sighs]

[humming]

(male narrator) 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.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Com check, all channels.

(computer) 'Communications check commencing.'

'Anomaly discovered.'

'Flagging.'

What the hell?

- Garibaldi to Sinclair. - Sinclair here.

(Garibaldi) 'Commander I turned up an unauthorized transmission'

to Earth on Gold Channels.

Run it by the EO, I'll check back with you when I can.

This delay is quite insufferable, commander!

As ambassador of the Narn regime

I demand ambassador Mollari be censured

for his flouting of protocol!

I'll be glad to censure him when he gets here.

- 'Mr. Cotto?' - Yes?

Please try the ambassador again.

I tried three times

there's still no answer from his quarters.

Then try him again.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

[sighs]

- Talia? - Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Are you alright? - Yeah.

I just had to get some distance.

Too much strong emotion

in close proximity is hard to block.

These talks are very important to you, aren't they?

Earth Central wants a peaceful settlement.

And so do I.

It'll show them Babylon 5

is doing the job it was meant to do.

If you can get the Narn and Centauri to cooperate.

Londo and G'Kar know a peaceful solution

and the Euphrates sector would benefit them

more than a conflict. That's where you come in.

You're my peeler, you're going to peel away their lies

until they're left with that inescapable truth.

Sounds like you got a good shot.

I do...if Londo ever shows up.

[humming]

[laughing]

Great maker.

For a moment there I thought I was dead.

You seemed alive enough a few minutes ago.

You make me alive, you fountain of passion.

It's the least I can do for the republic, ambassador.

Ah, you see, now, I hate it when you call me that.

I'm Centauri.

Your title pleases me.

Just as it does you.

So it's my title you wanted all along, huh?

I want no more than I'm getting.

And what is it that you're getting, Adira?

A washed-up old republican..

...dreaming of better days?

These are my better days, Londo.

Thanks to you.

[monitor beeping]

[sighs]

You're needed. And I have to go.

Alright, I'm coming.

What do you want, you moon-faced assassin of joy?

Ambassador, you were supposed to begin negotiation

with the Narns over an hour ago.

Commander Sinclair is quite beside himself.

Well, it does G'Kar good to wait.

But you can tell Sinclair I'll be there shortly.

- Yes, sir. - 'And, Vir.'

Yes, sir?

Have some hot jala waiting for me.

Yes. Yes, sir.

You're overreacting, Mr. Garibaldi.

There could be any number of reasons

for this communications anomaly.

Such as?

Well, computer error, magnetic pulse.

I checked that.

Well, maybe one of the ambassadors is tryin' to save

a few credits again, or perhaps

it's what us Russian pilots used to call gremlins.

Lieutenant commander, Gold Channels

are priority access, useable only by

express permission of Commander Sinclair.

No one out side of the ambassadors

and senior officers even know they exist.

If someone's hacked into them

communication security's at risk.

The Pireaus' requesting clearance to depart.

Re-route the Balosian freighter to dock H

and inform the Pireaus she may depart at 1200.

Affirmative.

Mr. Garibaldi, I know it's a problem

but one transmission is not a conspiracy.

Now, you've informed me as the commander ordered

and I will attend to it when my other duties permit.

In the mean time I suggest you monitor the Gold Channels

more closely in case there's a second occurrence.

I've already seen to it.

Well, then thankfully there's no further need for us to chat.

[instrumental music]

[clears throat] Greetings.

'You have my abject apologies.'

I was delayed on an important matter of state.

G'Kar.

Ah, the impressive Ms. Ko D'Ath.

[growls]

So good to see you again.

You are a treasure, Vir.

Well, shall we begin?

[humming]

- Feeling happy, are we? - Trakis!

I take it all is going well with the ambassador?

Yes.

Then why haven't you got the purple files from him yet?

But it's difficult.

He, he doesn't trust me. I-I--

You forget your place, Centauri.

A slave must never lie to her master.

Trakis, please. Please.

Do you know why a drunken fool

like Mollari has the power he has?

'Because his family has been collecting dirt'

on other families for years.

Like all the noble houses of the great Centauri Republic.

That's how they play the game, isn't it?

Whispers in the dark. A knife in the back.

Not all Centauri play such games.

Yes, and they wind up like you

without family, prestige or power.

Slaves.

Those files can bring down any house in the republic.

The Narn will pay well for that data.

And I want it...tonight.

Use the mind probe.

You know how.

Cheer up. It's not so bad.

After you're done your job, you'll have your freedom.

Ambassador Mollari will have his memories.

And I'll have the Centauri Empire

by its mighty throat.

[instrumental music]

Open.

Star Laces!

Oh, I haven't seen these since I left Davo.

- Where did you get them? - I had them grown for you.

Oh..

- What's this? - Open it and find out.

It's beautiful.

It's from the earliest days of the republic.

It originally belonged to a matriarch of my family.

A woman of wisdom and strength, grace, and great beauty.

I've had it for many years.

I can't take it.

(Mollari) 'Oh, but you must.'

I insist.

And you know how stubborn I am. Come on.

[laughs] 'Go ahead.'

Pretty.

Well, should I order us some supper?

- You must be hungry. - Famished.

And after spending a day dealing with Ambassador G'Kar

I long to sink my teeth into something.

But why don't we go out?

- You're not serious? - Yes.

I've already made the reservation at Fresh Air.

That's the finest restaurant on Babylon 5.

What if we're seen together? What will people say?

They'll say..

They'll say, "Ambassador Mollari is a most fortunate man."

We Centauri live our lives for appearances

positions, status, title.

These are things by which we define ourselves.

But when I look beneath the mask I am forced to wear..

...I see only emptiness.

And then I think of you..

...and I say, "To hell with appearances."

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

Lousy Dodgers.

(computer) 'Gold Channel opened.'

'Tracking program commencing.'

'Channels locked in.'

'Belcort line 5-7-9-3-0.'

- Got you now, you-- - 'Warning.'

(computer) 'Intrusion Countermeasure Electronics.'

ICE? Damn!

Ah, damn, damn, damn.

Ah, this place is marvelous.

After the effort you put in today

I felt you deserve it.

Oh, they were quite a mind full.

I haven't sensed so many lies

since I worked for the Political Bureau.

- And Londo. - What about him?

Well, his thoughts, they were..

...intensely..

Intensely what?

Erotic.

I'm not surprised.

voila.

[indistinct chatter]

Garibaldi, why are your fingers on my console?

Our gremlins made another call.

Did you track it?

Got a prefix on a Russian consortium

then I hit a wall program hard. Blacked my board.

If he used ICE, then you've got him.

- It'll show up on a scan. - I know.

(computer) 'System clear.'

'No illegal programs detected.'

What? That's not possible.

Display all data on unauthorized Gold Channel transmissions.

(computer) 'No unauthorized transmissions logged.'

What?

Are you sure this isn't just a figment

of your demented imagination?

A cry for help, perhaps?

Did you enjoy the dinner?

It was wonderful.

Why don't you, uh..

...make yourself more comfortable

while I finish the drinks?

Yeah. A capital idea.

[intense music]

[music continues]

To many such evenings.

[music continues]

[beeping]

Londo, can you hear me?

Adira, my dove.

[music continues]

Londo..

...tell me the access code for your purple files.

Tell me now.

Triple cipher.

Wine...women..

...song.

[music continues]

(computer) 'Command?'

(Mollari on recorder) 'Triple cipher.'

'Wine, women, song.'

(computer) 'Purple files accessed.'

Transfer all data to crystal port.

(computer) 'Transfer of data complete.'

[instrumental music]

I'm sorry, Londo.

[music continues]

[groans]

Assassin, villain!

Stop that infernal bleeping!

Enter! Enter.

Oh, my head.

Ambassador, you ordered me to rouse you for the negotiations.

Quietly, though, Vir. Quietly.

My brain feels like it's been sucked out through my ear.

- Get my coat, will you? - Yes, ambassador!

[sighs]

[intense music]

[monitor beeping]

Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all night.

- 'Did you get Mollari's files?' - Yes.

- Good. I'll be there at once. - No!

Londo may come looking for me here.

I'll meet you on the Zocalo, near the Galactic Boutique.

Ten minutes. Don't be late.

[sighs]

Ambassador, I really think we need to be going.

Vir, I had a thought.

Why don't you represent our republic in the talks today?

- Me? - Yes, why not?

You know the situation as well as I.

It's the perfect opportunity to get your feet moist,

as the Earthlings say.

I actually don't think it's wise idea--

Nonsense! I have every confidence in you

which is why I am giving you full ambassadorial authority.

Be proud, my boy.

You are now the voice of the mighty Centauri Empire!

- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. - That's the spirit! Go now!

I'll be along later to see how you're doing.

- Yes, sir. - And, Vir.

- Yes, sir? - Don't give away the homeworld.

No, of course not.

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

Adira!

Hey, who you pushing, cork-face?

- Out of my way. - Ah!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[intense music]

Adira!

- Adira? - She's not there, ambassador.

My name is Trakis.

We have a great deal in common. Adira has betrayed us both.

[intense music]

There's a transport leaving for Davo tomorrow.

If I can get there Trakis will never find me.

- Can you book passage for me? - Of course.

And don't worry. You'll be safe at my place until then.

Adira, a Narn agent?

[laughs] You must be mad. She is Centauri.

Don't be a fool, ambassador.

If those files wind up in the hands of you enemies'

your career and your republic will be finished.

What's your concern in all of this?

I'm simply protecting my interests...and my property.

She's a slave?

Duly contracted by the laws of your own republic.

And by those same laws, as her owner

I can be held responsible for any crime she commits.

[intense music]

She's used you, just as she's used everyone in her life.

You must find her!

- Get out. - She lied to you.

- She didn't care for you, she-- - I said, get out!

[intense music]

Commander, are we to suffer through another long delay

thanks to the Centauri ambassador?

- Commander. Ambassador G'Kar. - Where is Ambassador Mollari?

Oh, Ambassador Mollari is busy with other important matters

but he's given me full authority to negotiate

on behalf of the Centauri Republic.

What! Are you serious?

You expect me to negotiate with this...this underling?

In the interests of all our governments

perhaps we can begin the talks

while Ambassador Mollari is found.

Commander, I've done my best to cooperate

but this latest insult cannot be tolerated.

I shall return, but when Ambassador Mollari is here

and not before!

In the meantime, Ko D'Ath will represent the Narn Regime.

Thank you, ambassador!

I shall endeavor to represent our people

to the best of my ability.

Just don't give away the homeworld.

Keep them talking. I'll going to find Londo and bring him here.

- What if he refuses? - Then I hurt him.

[chuckles]

Access to purple files confirmed.

[intense music]

Londo.

Whatever it is, commander, I don't have the time.

Londo, I don't wanna hear about it.

You've turned these talks into a joke

and that joke may harm a dozen worlds.

- Now, I don't know what's-- - I know! I know!

I have been a fool and all because of a pretty face.

Sinclair, I beseech you. Help me.

- What are you talking about? - Adira

She has stolen something from me

something that could-could shake the very foundation

of the Centauri Republic and cost me my career!

Have you reported this to security?

No. I can't.

If it becomes official, my government is certain

to hear of it.

This calls for the highest discretion.

And, Sinclair, only you..

...my good and dear friend, can help me.

If I do...will you agree to my compromise

on the Euphrates treaty?

- I'll even seal it with a kiss. - That should make G'Kar's day.

[instrumental music]

Now, let me do the talking. I know how to handle these types.

Club doesn't open for an hour.

We merely wish to speak with some of the dancers.

This ain't no data bank, porky.

You wanna see dancers, come back in an hour.

My good fellow, we don't wish to cause any trouble.

Too late, numbo.

[grunting]

Well, do something!

[laughs]

Argo was right about you, Ock. You run things tough.

Argo Big Belly from Red Five? You know him?

Well enough to know you don't call him that to his face.

Last one who did wound up an entree in the alien sector.

[chuckles] Yeah, Argo has a bad temper.

- Hmm. - So, what is it you want?

Oh, we're looking to hire some dancers for a private show.

Argo said you had the best but..

He's right.

- Norg! Get the girls out here. - Argh! Arr.

Have yourself a good look.

When you're done, we'll talk price.

I'm stunned. How did you do that?

I like to know all there's to know about Babylon 5

and Garibaldi's files are very thorough.

Now, this is my department.

Ladies, we need some information about Adira Tyree.

Uh, she's not in her quarters, but it's imperative

that we find her...immediately.

Adira has a friend named Gera Akshi.

They roomed together for a while.

And where might we find that friend?

(female #1) 'She lives somewhere in Brown 6, I think.'

- Well? - Many complications.

- Price high. - I'll pay for it.

Just have your men delay Mollari and Sinclair

until you have the girl.

- Kill them if you have to. - Trouble, maybe?

If there is, I'll double the price

when I have the girl and the data crystal in hand.

How we gonna find this friend of Adira's?

I have a friend or two down here myself.

I take it these are not them?

[gunfire]

Go!

[thuds]

This way!

[dramatic music]

- Damn! There! - What?

[panting]

Who sent these men, Londo?

It could only have been Trakis

that worm!

[beeping]

Gun One.

(man on radio) 'Property secured.'

'Abort mission.'

Acknowledged.

They got the woman.

Let's go.

Looks like Trakis has your dancer.

[indistinct chatter on PA]

Chief, we've had a report of heavy weapon fire in Brown 7.

- I want you to check it out. - With pleasure.

Don't worry, I'll keep watch for your gremlin.

(woman on PA) 'Station one may stand down.'

'Stations two through six, please report.'

Scarbaldy, send a team to Brown 7. Code 10-57-Violet.

- 'Roger, chief.' - Computer.

Monitor gold channels and locate Lieutenant Commander Ivanova.

(computer) 'Confirmed.'

According to the station's logs, nothing's left Babylon 5

for the past two hours, that means Adira

and your files are still aboard.

No doubt in the hands of that villain Trakis.

I could arrest him. There are enough charges.

All of which hinge on my testimony.

When the homeworld hears of this

I will be on a slow ship to oblivion.

[sighs] Besides, he might harm Adira.

Londo, she's the one who got you in this mess.

I know. I know. Bu there must be some other way.

[sighs] Alright. I have an idea.

(computer) Gold Channel opened.

Alright, Lieutenant Gremlin, this time your butt is mine.

Load icebreaker program and track transmission.

(computer) 'Commencing. I-C-E in use.'

'Icebreaker activated. Stand by.'

'Gold Channel opened.'

He's come out of the coma

but I'm afraid his condition's much worse.

You'll only have a few minutes, at best.

I understand.

- Father? - I-is that you, Susan?

Yes.

Oh, dear God, I never thought that I'd see your face again.

It makes this easier.

Susan...I know I haven 't been the best of fathers to you.

'But when your mother..'

'...passed on and your brother was killed in the war'

'I was too wrapped up in my own grief'

'to pay attention to your needs.'

And when you joined Earthforce against my wishes--

You don't have to say this, father.

Yes, yes, I must.

There's no more time.

I want you to know..

'...how proud I am of you, Susan.'

I always have been.

But a father should give his daughter love

as well as respect, and in that

I failed you.

I'm sorry.

I'm ashamed.

Forgive me.

[instrumental music]

I...thank you

dushen'ka moya.

[chuckles]

Little soul.

You haven't called me that since I was..

Papa?

[sighs]

[beeping]

[music continues]

Your proposal is most interesting, commander.

But why should you wish to provide me

with an advantage over Ambassador Mollari?

Not you, ambassador, us.

My government wants certain concessions

in the Euphrates sector and I'm sure

the Narn will be grateful for any help.

Oh, the gratitude of the Narn

is well-known throughout the galaxy.

But how may I be certain the merchandise is genuine?

Ms. Winters will sit in and make sure

the seller is dealing truthfully.

Earth Alliance will pay her fee, of course.

- Acceptable. - Then we have a deal?

Let us say rather an understanding.

I never knew you could be so devious, commander.

Coming from you, ambassador, that's a real compliment.

I won't do it.

It's counter to all Psi Corps regulations

to interfere in personal matters.

Ms. Winters, the life of a woman is at stake

to say nothing of my career.

Is he serious about that woman's life?

Alright. But I won't break Psi Corps rules.

The information must come only from Trakis surface thoughts.

No deliberate probes.

But certainly his thoughts will all be on the deal.

There is a way.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ambassador G'Kar? - A great pleasure.

This is Ms. Winters, our resident telepath.

Telepath? You said nothing about this.

Oh, it's standard procedure in such dealings.

I don't like anyone playing around in my head.

I won't be. My purpose here is to verify the merchandise.

So it's imperative that you do not think of anything else

such as the source of the information

your intent in selling it or where Adira Tyree is now.

What?

What is it?

The alien sector, somewhere on level four.

Security, she's in the alien sector, level four.

Affirmative.

That is for Adira ...and this is for me.

[dramatic music]

My dear, G'Kar, how can I ever thank you?

You have saved my career

and the honor of the entire Centauri Republic.

What?

[laughs]

[grunts] Oh!

[instrumental music]

Mr. Garibaldi, shouldn't you be in Brown 7?

It's taken care of.

Is there anything else?

My gremlin made another call and this time I tracked it.

And?

You're not gonna believe this, but it was just

what you originally said. A computer error.

[instrumental music]

I fixed it and I don't think it'll happen again.

Will it?

No, it won't.

Buy you a drink?

I'm on duty.

Garibaldi?

Maybe some other time.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter on PA]

- Adira. - Londo!

So you're going back to Davo, huh?

Yes.

Well, you should be just in time

for the blooming of the Star Laces.

Londo, I..

- I never wanted to hurt you-- - Adira..

I am an old man.

I've been in love many times, and have been hurt many times.

I'll survive.

Adira.

Commander Sinclair convinced Trakis to cancel your contract.

He can be a frightening man that one.

Londo..

...thank you. Thank you.

(woman on PA) 'Transport to Aries Sector'

'now boarding through Gate 3.'

That's my ship.

[instrumental music]

Adira...you could stay.

Now that we have seen beneath our masks

we could have great times together. We..

Londo...you're sweet, but the wounds are too fresh.

Alright...then take this.

And wear it proudly as a free woman.

And someday...come back to me.

[music continues]

Goodbye...my ambassador.

[music continues]

[theme music]