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[instrumental music]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

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.

(Ivanova) '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.

(Tasaki) 'Confirmed, Babylon Control. Initiating launch.'

[intense music]

I have to go play diplomat for a few hours.

Let me know when the survey team comes back.

Will do.

[spacecraft droning]

[sighs]

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.

[instrumental music]

Range to surface, 40 miles.

Close enough.

Activate scanners

set for maximum depth.

Let's see what's going on under all that dirt.

[intense music]

- Ah! - What the hell was that?

We lost power. Get it back.

I can't, I have no controls here!

[music continues]

(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.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[intense music]

(Ivanova) '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.

(Tasaki) '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?

[spacecraft droning]

[intense music]

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

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

[sighs] 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..

(male #1) 'Babylon Control, this is Delta Leader.'

'We have retrieved shuttle crew from planet'

'and are returning to Cobra Bay for recharge.'

[crackling]

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.

(Ivanova) '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.

[sighs] 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.

(Ivanova) 'The signal seems to have diminished a little.'

- 'In the past few hours.' - 'Are you sure it's a beacon?'

(Ivanova) '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.

[door whirring]

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.

[chuckles]

Well then why would you keep your good friend

standing out here in this drafty hall

instead of in your warm quarters?

[chuckles]

(male #2) 'Tanker 12, are you in position to refuel our turn transport?'

(male #3) 'Uh, Roger, C & C, our hose jockey is ready to connect.'

(woman on TV) '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..

(male #4) 'Help me.'

Help me.

[intense music]

(female #1) 'Venus Team 2, this is Environmental Control.'

'Bring that convertor around to Tower 3.'

(male #5) '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.

[intense music]

Damn.

[exhales sharply]

[instrumental music]

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.

[laughing]

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.

[intense music]

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.

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

'and await arrival of escort wing.'

Escort wing standing by.

Launch fighter escort.

[whirring]

(male #1) 'Delta 6, this is Delta Leader.'

'Let's be awake out there.'

(male #6) 'Roger that, Delta Leader, I'm on his tail.'

[whirring]

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..

[sighs] 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.

[intense music]

(Tasaki) '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.

[whirring]

Take evasive action! Get us out of here!

[intense music]

Too late, we've got lock-on.

Hang on!

[explosion]

Aft stabilizers hit!

Forty-percent power loss!

Full power the engines. One more like that and we've had it!

Incoming!

[music continues]

[intense music]

Babylon Control to Fighter Escort.

Can you reach the shuttle?

(female #1) 'Negative, Babylon Control.'

All fighters, target guns on lower atmosphere

wide-angle firing pattern.

[zapping]

[explosion]

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.

(Tasaki) '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!

[whirring]

(Tasaki) 'Survey 1 to Babylon Control.'

'We're clear. Returning to base.'

Confirmed, Survey 1, upon arrival

report for debriefing.

And just one more thing, on your trip back

I'd like you to take the time 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.

[sighs] Civilians.

Just kidding about that God part. No offense.

(Tasaki) '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.

(Londo) 'And he says, "Goulash." Do you get it?'

[Londo laughs]

Get you yet. Oh..

Ah, Mr. Garibaldi

off-duty, I see. Mm-hmm.

[sniffs] 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.

[Londo laughing]

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

[both laughing]

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."

[laughs]

"I'll be right there, my love bug."

[laughing]

Mm..

You looked as if you needed a friend.

[laughs] 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.

[both laughing]

Hey!

Somebody better pay for that drink.

Oh..

[beeping]

[intense music]

Help me.

Help me.

[intense music]

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.

(male #7) 'Confirmed, Shuttle 1.'

Systems ready.

- Engines to maximum burn. - Hit it.

[whirring]

Temperature up 200 degrees. Coming in awfully steep.

[whirring]

- Missile sighted. - Delta Flight, fire.

[zapping]

[explosion]

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.

[whooshing]

[intense music]

(Sinclair) Lights.

Decelerating.

Two miles.

Two point five. Three.

Anterior thrusters, half power.

Thrusters, aye.

[whirring]

- 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.

[whooshing]

Coming into a landing grid.

[whirring]

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.

[intense music]

(female #2) '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.

[scoffs] 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.

[exhales sharply]

[dramatic music]

Commander.

[intense music]

Wait.

[electricity crackling]

Well, that'll cut down on tourism.

[electricity crackling]

One, two, three, four.

[electricity crackling]

One, two, three.

Three-second recharge before firing.

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

- Not a problem. - Okay. Stand by.

[intense music]

[electricity crackling]

(Sinclair) Go!

[electricity crackling]

- Get down! - Ah!

- You okay? - Yeah, yeah. Fine.

Uh, commander

you'd better take a look at this.

Holy..

[instrumental music]

(Ivanova) Commander?

(Sinclair) Yeah?

(Ivanova) I think I've got to go to the bathroom.

(Sinclair) Tell me about it.

[whirring]

[Londo sighs]

[beeping]

Come.

[door whirring]

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?

[laughs] 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.

(Garibaldi) '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.

[beeping]

- 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.

(Sinclair) 'It must be 10..'

'...20 miles deep.'

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

(Sinclair) '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!

[intense music]

[rumbling]

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.

[instrumental music]

Help me..

...or your people

all your people

will die.

[intense music]

[intense music]

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.

(Ivanova) '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.

[rumbling]

[crackling]

(Sinclair) 'Shuttle 1 to Babylon Control, do you read?'

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

- What's your situation? - 'We're coming out.'

[whirring]

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.

[zapping]

[whooshing]

We've got a ship coming through the jumpgate.

- Fine, fine. - Mr. Garibaldi, it's big!

[intense music]

What the hell?

[theme music]

[music continues]