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Garibaldi.

Garibaldi, I got your message. Okay, fine.

So another pointless meeting.

- Here I am. - Why don't you take off?

I'll, uh, call you if I find out anything, alright?

Three weeks, Garibaldi, three weeks

since I asked you to help find my daughter.

I haven't been able to eat, I haven't been able to sleep

since we were separated during the raid on the Aris colony.

And all I get from you is silence.

Except when you want more money, more information.

The same old questions over and over.

Look, Ben--

She was the whole reason I fought

to stay alive during the raid.

She means everything to me. Don't you understand?

Without her, I have nothing to live for.

- Ben? - What?

Turn around.

Alison. Oh, God.

Oh, I thought I'd never see you again.

Are you alright, baby?

She inhaled some morph gas during the raid.

Her lungs haven't healed yet, but the doc thinks

she'll be okay in about a week or so.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because then I wouldn't have been able to see this.

Kinda makes the job worth doing.

Which reminds me, I've got your bill here somewhere.

There was nowhere else to go.

It took most of all of what we had

and I'd give everything just to have..

Here you go.

Uh, Mr. Garibaldi, there seems to be an error.

What are you talking about?

I've never overcharged anybody in my life.

No, no, not the bill. It's one-third your fee.

It is?

Yeah, it is.

Well, I am gonna have to take this up with bookkeeping.

I mean, this hardly even covers my expenses, I..

Well, now that I think about it, I am the bookkeeping department.

I'll tell you what.

I don't wanna get me into trouble over this, so, uh..

...why don't we just let it go with 30%?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Just don't tell anyone. It's bad for my business.

I'm sorry for what I said earlier.

I was wrong about you, Garibaldi.

Oh, that's alright. I'm, I'm used to it.

- Bye. - See you. Thanks.

[sighs]

He's there.

Why don't we wait till it gets a little quieter?

Then we'll have a little talk with Mr. Garibaldi.

It's about time that he got his first assignment.

It'll give us a chance to find out how sincere he really is.

You're gonna tell him what he's getting into?

Let's see how he handles himself in a crunch.

If he comes through, we'll know that, uh

we can move him up.

If he gets killed, we'll know we got the wrong guy.

At this point, Mr. Garibaldi is eminently..

...expendable.

(Lennier) It was the year of fire.

(Zack) The year of destruction.

(G'Kar) The year we took back what was ours.

(Lyta) It was the year of rebirth.

(Vir) The year of great sadness.

(Marcus) The year of pain.

(Delenn) And a year of joy.

(Londo) It was a new age.

(Stephen) It was the end of history.

(Ivanova) It was the year everything changed.

(Garibaldi) The year is 2261.

(Sheridan) The place, Babylon 5.

[theme music]

[music continues]

Captain, you wanted to see..

- Captain? - 'I'm here.'

(Zack) 'You okay, captain?'

I'm fine.

I've been doing a great deal of thinking, Zack.

There are several hundred unpleasant things

I've been avoiding doing since I got back from Z'ha'dum.

Now with Delenn gone, I don't have any excuses.

I have to start taking care of them.

I checked Mr. Garibaldi's file.

When he resigned as chief of security

regulations required that he turn in his link

his Identicard and his weapon.

This has not been done. Why?

Well, he's going to come back sooner or later, captain--

Maybe he will, maybe he won't.

At the moment, he's not on the payroll.

Well, I just don't think he's going to take it very well.

That's all, captain.

He knows the regs as well as we do.

He'll understand.

Captain, look, I know the chief better than almost anybody.

When you work with somebody 24 hours a day for three years

you pick up a few things.

When he got back

he couldn't wait to get back on the job.

Now the way he walked away..

...it just doesn't make any sense.

If you're gonna wait for the universe to start making sense

you'll have a long wait ahead of you.

Meanwhile, I want this taken care of. Today.

Yes, sir.

Captain, can I ask..

...why the rush?

I don't like the company he's been keeping.

[whistles]

I like what you've done with the place, Susan.

Stephen, welcome to the voice of the resistance.

- Yeah. - When did you get back?

- Oh, about an hour ago. - And how was Mars?

It was cold, dirty, crowded

but at least we've got the resistance on board.

I mean, I don't know how long we can keep them

but, uh, for now, they're willing to work with us.

Marcus went off to brief the captain

and I heard what you were up to

so I thought I'd come and check it out.

How's it going?

Well, the recorders are all hooked up.

We've adjusted the StellarCom system

to transmit on a broadband frequency

rather than point to point.

So technically, we're ready to go.

Uh, but, uh..

Well, there's just one little thing we don't have.

Power.

The ISN uses Tachyon relay stations

to boost the signal through hyperspace.

Without that, the signals would take years

to get from Earth to here.

Well, have you tried patching into their system?

Yeah, we tried it. It didn't work.

We can transfer the signal throughout most of this sector

but beyond that..

I mean, if we're gonna broadcast all the way back to Earth

we're gonna need a hell of a lot more power

than what we've got now.

And I don't know where we're gonna get it.

I mean, I've been working on this for days

and I don't have a clue.

What about Epsilon 3?

Uh, during the war, we evacuated a lot

of the wounded down there for safekeeping.

Now I spent a lot of time looking around.

There's enough power down there to broadcast

clear to the Rim.

Or just a crazy thought.

We could try Epsilon 3.

Yeah, you could do that, yeah.

I mean, it's the logical choice.

Anybody could see that in about two seconds.

I mean, only a complete fool would fail to see that.

- Well, I wouldn't, uh-- - It's absolutely obvious.

Well, I wouldn't have thought of it, that's for sure.

No, you're far too modest, Stephen.

No, no, no, that's why you get paid the big bucks, after all.

Yep, that's my job.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I think there's a shuttle

with my name on it waiting for me.

Just feel free. Look around.

I'll be back.

Hah.

You know, I like her.

Scares the hell out of me sometimes, but I do like her.

Just, uh, don't tell her that, okay?

- Hi, chief. - Hey, Zack.

How's it going?

So far, today has been a great day.

[chuckles] You know, it reminds me

of why I went independent in the first place.

You know, up in the war room, it's all just

well, pieces on the board.

Fleets, empires, all the big stuff.

You never get to see the faces of the people you help.

It's, it's just not personal.

You never get to look into their eyes and understand that

you know, maybe you made their life just a little bit better.

So how's it going? It's going great.

- How about with you? - Well, not so good.

The captain sent me to talk to you.

Ah, yes.

And what does his transcendence want from me now?

Your link

your Identicard and, uh..

...your weapon.

[chuckles] Hey, come on, it's okay.

I got a new civilian ID anyway, a long time ago.

Now the link, I never liked the damn thing from the beginning.

You know, it's supposed to use that molecular bonding thing.

But every time I took it off

it pulled the hairs off the back of my hand.

See? They don't grow back anymore.

Now, the gun, uh, I'm gonna keep that, Zack.

- I can't allow that. - Come on, Zack, this is me.

I'm running a private investigation company.

I can't go walking around unprotected.

Your PPG is military issue, chief.

Now you still got your private license.

You can pick up another gun from somebody else.

He can't argue with that.

But he wants the gun you were issued

when you came aboard.

And the, uh, backup.

- Anything else? - No, that'll do it.

Look, chief, I'm sorry. It's the regs.

- What was I supposed to do? - Say no.

He just would've sent somebody else.

Yeah, that's right.

But at least it wouldn't have come from you.

I could live with that a lot better.

[sighs]

(male #1) 'Shuttle one, you are cleared to leave.'

(Ivanova) 'Roger that.'

[on TV] Oh, time to hit the old silk.

Geronimo-o-o!

[clank]

[babbling]

And..

Alright, enough is enough.

(Daffy) 'This is the final, the-the very, very last straw.'

Who is responsible for this, this..

I demand that you show yourself.

Who are you, huh?

Ain't I a stinker?

(Garibaldi) Pause.

- Who is it? - 'Wade.'

Open.

Your timing sucks. I was just about to have dinner.

- What's up? - Got a job for you.

Yeah, well, business hours are nine to six.

- You know where to find me. - 'This is a special job.'

I don't think you'd wanna be holding

this conversation in public.

You said that, uh, you didn't like the way

things were being handled around here, Mr. Garibaldi.

You said that you wanted to help me and my friends.

Now you can.

I wanna hire you as a bodyguard.

And an expediter.

You interested?

Depends on who you want me to guard

and what you want me to expedite.

A contact from Earth who does not want

any official record of this visit.

My contact is coming to do important business here.

He may run into problems with the people

we'll be dealing with.

And security.

So you want me to get this person past security

no questions asked, no Identicards, no checks.

'Precisely.'

If anyone knows the vulnerable places on Babylon 5

that would be you.

Of course, it means going up against your own security team.

You have a problem with that?

If you'd asked me that question yesterday

I'd have said yes.

Today, no.

No, I don't have a problem with that at all.

I'm in.

(male #2) 'Shuttle 1, you're cleared for atmospheric insertion.'

(Ivanova) 'Roger that, C&C.'

Oh, excuse me. Hello.

Hello. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Uh, excuse me.

- I, I need to see Draal. - Ah, Draal is very busy.

Have had four groundquakes on other side of planet.

Damaged weather control system to great machine.

- Zathras. - Yes?

Wh-what the hell are you doing here?

Zathras work here.

Zathras was born here.

You work up there, Zathras work down here.

You dress like that.

- Zathras dress like this. - That's not--

Just covering all possibilities.

Zathras does not want you being confused. Bye.

Whoa, whoa, w-wait a minute. Wait. Wait.

You're not supposed to be here.

We left you a thousand years in the past.

- No. - Yes.

We have never met before.

But Zathras very pleased to be meeting you.

- No, no. We have met. - No.

Oh. No, no.

[laughs] No, no, no.

No, no.

No, you did not meet Zathras.

You met Zathras.

- Let's try this again. - As you wish.

Zathras came with us to Babylon 4.

Zathras stayed in the past with Valen.

- You're Zathras. - Yes.

Therefore, you went into the past.

No, that was not Zathras. That was Zathras.

There are ten of us.

All of family Zathras.

Each one named Zathras.

Slight differences in how you pronounce.

Zathras.

Zathras.

Zathras.

You are seeing now?

- There are ten of you? - Yes.

Uh, well..

...nine now.

- And Zathras? - Gone.

Zathras warn Zathras

but Zathras never listen to Zathras.

Zathras was quiet one in family.

So what can Zathras be doing for you?

Well, we're, um, trying to put together a facility

to broadcast messages back home and to the other colonies.

Now we've got all the pieces that we need, but--

But not having enough power to reach far places.

[laughs]

Now yes, Zathras understand.

Oh, everyone always coming to Zathras with problems.

Great responsibilities.

But Zathras does not mind.

Zathras trained in crisis management.

That's great. Let's--

But only Zathras have no one to talk to.

No one manages poor Zathras.

You see, so Zathras talks to dirt.

Sometimes talks to walls.

Or talks to ceilings.

But dirt is closer.

Dirt is used to everyone walking on it.

Just like Zathras.

But we have come to like it.

It is our role.

It is our destiny in the universe.

[laughs] So you see

sometimes dirt has insects in it.

And Zathras likes insects.

Not so good for conversation

but much protein for diet.

Hah, mmm.

Ah, very good. Oh, Zathras fix now.

- Come. This way. - Nine of them. Oy!

Mr. Garibaldi, I'd remind you

that the docking area is that way.

Yeah, I know, but sometimes you gotta take a step back

before you can take one forward.

Come on.

I thought you turned in your station ID.

I did, but I made a backup a long time ago

in case I ever got into trouble.

I just never thought I'd have to use it

to get around my own people.

[beeps]

So what does your contact look like?

There's been a slight change in plan.

He couldn't make it.

You know, business, schedule, that kind of thing.

So he sent his wife in his place.

He wants her to start learning the ropes

so that she can take over in case he's not available.

[indistinct chattering]

Which one is she?

She's that one.

Lise.

I don't understand you, Michael.

We've got a good life here. We've got history.

You've met this Sinclair character twice

and now you're off to Babylon 5, just like that.

Doesn't what we have mean anything to you?

You think you've got something to prove

that somehow, maybe taking this job will mean

the last five years didn't happen?

But I'm part of those years, Michael

and I will not go to Babylon 5 with you.

It's got to be one or the other.

When you make up your mind..

...you know where to find me.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life.

You're one of them.

I never should've left you. I realize that now.

'I've got a couple of weeks leave coming soon'

and I'm gonna take it on Mars.

I thought maybe we could work things out if--

Michael, I can't.

- Oh, if it's the job-- - I'm married.

- Oh. - His name is Franz.

We're expecting our first baby in September.

Yeah, it's Lise Hampton-Edgars.

You know her?

Yeah.

We were gonna get married, once upon a time.

So you wanna tell me what happened or shall I just

make something up and see if it fits?

I didn't know you were Bill's contact.

- They didn't tell me. - Not that part.

Somewhere between the last time I talked to you and now

you lost one husband and got another.

Must've been the shortest separation in history

since I didn't even hear about it.

I found out Franz was having an affair.

I was gonna file for divorce, but he got there first.

And you know the courts back on Mars.

All the judges are appointed by Earth.

So they always favor Earth naturals

over Martian-born.

I got nothing.

He got our baby girl.

I haven't seen her in over a year.

Last I heard, he remarried

and when Deborah grows up

they're not even gonna tell her about me.

And you were so distraught that you forgot where I was.

I didn't forget, Michael!

But I knew you were happy here.

It was the happiest I'd ever seen you.

I was mixed up. I was confused.

You finally had your life together.

What right did I have to come and mess that up?

What right?

Lise, you were my life.

That was a long time ago.

We're different people now.

Six months ago, I found Bill.

We hit it off.

He's a decent, caring man.

And we got married.

And now it's Lisa Hampton..

...Edgars.

Your husband's name is, uh, Bill?

Bill Ed..

You don't mean William Edgars?

William Edgars who owns half of Mars Dome?

William Edgars who's got more money than God?

'That William Edgars?'

[whistles] Boy.

[scoffs] You certainly did trade up, Lise.

[chuckles] Wow.

He owns the largest medical research facility on Mars.

He probably spends more on chips and dip

than I earned in a year as chief of security.

The money's got nothing to do with it.

Oh, absolutely.

Now this is the third time you've broken my heart

and that's one more than you're entitled to.

And that's the last thing I'm ever gonna say about this.

- Michael-- - No, no. End of conversation.

Nour husband hired me to do a job and I'm gonna do it.

As far as I'm concerned, you're just one more client.

And after you've gone back to Mars

I'm gonna make-believe that none of this ever happened.

And you know what?

I don't need a drink anymore to do that.

I'm glad, Michael.

- I'm sorry-- - Yeah?

Everything's set.

You two ready?

Couldn't be readier.

Miss Edgars?

[dramatic music]

I have no idea how it was done.

It's quite astonishing unless you have seen it

with your own eyes.

- Oh. - Uh, come in, G'Kar.

I need you both in here for this. Please?

Now look, by now, both of you have heard of the raids

against commercial transports along the borders

of the Non-Aligned Worlds?

Now that the war is over, everyone's resources are low.

Some people tried to take advantage of that.

Pirates. Raiders.

Smaller worlds that didn't get involved in the war

now have a chance to expand their empires.

- The Drakh. - Drakh?

You've heard of them?

They are a, a legend.

The kind you would use to frighten

small children at night.

They were ruthless, savage, but extremely bright.

A very bad combination.

No one has seen them for centuries.

Well, they're back.

We believe they were at Z'ha'dum working for the Shadows.

And now with them gone, all their allies are on the loose

armed with Shadow technology.

- This is most unfortunate. - Yes, I agree.

After the last Shadow War

the rangers were assigned to watch the frontier

because the Shadows always came back sooner or later.

This time they're not coming back.

But their legacy remains.

So I wanna give the rangers a new mission.

I want to assign the White Star fleet

to patrol the borders along the Non-Aligned Worlds.

They'll watch out for raiders, Drakh.

Anyone engaged in hostile activities

against civilian transports and intervene.

Then they won't be involved in military campaigns, border wars.

That's not their mandate.

Their job is to maintain the peace

and protect civilians, nothing more.

The other races could see this as an act of aggression.

Putting your ships on their borders

could easily be interpreted as a grab for power.

An attempt to form your own personal empire.

We'll only go where we're invited

in exchange for technical support

and the authority to carry out their mission.

As much as it may astonish everyone in the room

I agree with G'Kar.

You are playing a dangerous game, captain.

That's why I called you here.

Everyone knows that the Narn and Centauri

don't agree on anything.

But if you both will allow the White Stars

to patrol the borders between your two empires--

We don't need anyone's help.

We can protect ourselves.

To allow this would be a sign of weakness.

Or a signal that it's time to put our differences behind us

and try to build something for a change.

Look, it's easy to come together for a common enemy.

Now our job is to come together for a common goal.

If you agree, it will encourage the other races to sign on.

If you don't, more civilians will be killed

while we stand around here arguing about it.

- That's not fair. - No.

No, it isn't.

But it happens to be true.

If we do nothing

their blood will be on our hands.

Is that what you want?

Is it?

Computer, status report.

[automated message] 'Transferring updated security data to main post.

'Summary, four arrests in Brown 3.'

'One customs infraction, possession of dust.'

'One unauthorized entry recorded.'

Unauthorized entry? Explain.

'Seventy two passengers disembarked Mothak'cha.'

'Seventy one entered through security.'

'Location of passenger 72 unknown.'

- Anything unusual in the area? - 'Negative.'

'Only one access recorded to Customs bay.'

Who was it?

'Identicard record indicates'

'Security Chief Michael Garibaldi.'

Garibaldi?

Computer, check records.

Is there more than one security Identicard

registered to Mr. Garibaldi?

'Confirmed.'

Son of a..

Alright. This is a security override.

Cancel all Identicard and station clearances

belonging to Michael Garibaldi.

'Stand by.'

[upbeat music]

I don't like meeting out in the open like this.

This is where he said to meet him. This is where we meet him.

We should be safe in a public place like this, shouldn't we?

You've never been to Downbelow before.

- Miss Edgars? - Yes?

- Where's your husband? - He couldn't make it.

- He asked me-- - Do you have it?

Wow.

You got some serious protection on this thing.

- Who's he? - It's alright.

It's a molecular isoblock. It's harder than diamonds.

You can only open it if you know the molecular code.

- Fancy. What is it? - It's none of your concern.

It is if this stuff is gonna be used against anyone.

A package like this

we're talking some serious contamination

if it gets into the wrong hands.

Am I right?

- My husband is a humanitarian. - Yeah, right.

His researchers believe there may be a genetic danger

to some telepaths.

The gene that activates a telepath may be mutating

into something serious, like some kind of virus.

This may hold the information we need to stop it.

Ah, and put, what, another ten billion credits

into the hands of the great humanitarian William Edgars?

So why all the cloak and dagger?

Don't wanna start a panic.

The syndrome isn't even transferable to non-telepaths.

But facts don't get in the way of a good panic.

And there are a number of people who want this in their hands.

Some to sell it and some to destroy it.

They'd like nothing more than to see every telepath die

on Earth because they're afraid of them.

We had to use alien researchers to unlock the genetic code.

'It was too tough for the boys back home.'

'This stuff is extremely difficult to produce.'

'What's in that container is the product of five years''

'hard work and cost half a million credits.'

'So I had orders to only give it to Mr. Edgars'

or his representative. We can't afford--

Yeah, look, uh, we'd better get out of here.

I don't like some of the looks we're starting to get.

Hey, I know you.

You were here last night with Carol.

- I'm sure you're mistaken. - No, no, no. It was you.

- Look out. - Hey!

[people screaming]

[grunts]

[clamoring]

Come on, keep moving. Go, go, go, go.

[grunts]

[screaming]

(Garibaldi) Go, go, go.

Let's go this way. Down. Come on.

I thought you were supposed to be armed.

Yeah, well, I was. It's a long story.

- Come on. - Why? What's wrong?

Damn. They canceled my security clearance.

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

Damn.

Let me think.

Alright, get back, get back.

[[gunfire]

Watch out.

Alright, come on.

Hurry.

Alright.

Go.

Come on, come on. Keep moving. Go ahead.

- Come on, you next. Come on. - What about you?

I'll be right behind you. Go on. Come on, go.

[gunfire]

[gasping]

Go on, that way. Straight, then right.

- Go on. I'll catch up. - We can't leave you.

- Wade, get her out of here. - Come on, go on, go. Now.

Straight, then right.

[gunfire]

Oh, hell.

No! Stop! Back away, now!

- But you said-- - I know what I said.

Come on, back up. Hurry.

'Back up. Now. Move.'

'Come on. Hurry.'

'Move! Move! Move! Move!'

Go! Go! Go! Come on!

We should be clear now, huh?

- You alright? - Yeah.

- You? - Yeah.

Okay, listen. Listen, we're gonna be going to Docking Bay 3.

It's abandoned. Now if we get separated

I just want you to keep repeating Docking Bay 3.

Docking Bay 3. Just keep thinking that, alright--

- Why? - Just do it. Okay?

- Okay. - Alright, you ready?

Alright, let's go.

Come on, come on, I got you. I got you.

- This isn't Docking Bay 3. - Yeah, you're right.

But you were so scared, you were broadcasting all over the place.

They couldn't help but pick it up.

Drowned out everything I was thinking.

- Telepaths. - Yeah, it's gotta be.

That's the only way they could have known where we were going.

Hey, hey, hey, Jake, listen up, listen up.

I want you to find Zack, I want you to tell him

that the shooters from Brown sector are in Bay 3.

I'll meet him there, alright?

Go. Alright.

I need you to get her on the next transport out of here.

- Can you handle it? - Not without an identicard, no.

Alright, uh, I want you to see Drake down in Brown 14.

I popped him a couple of times for fake ID.

You tell him to give you one or I'm gonna

take it out of his hide.

I got an appointment in Bay 3.

I'm gonna find out who those guys are

and what they're after.

Alright, come on, go. Come on.

I can't go like this, Michael.

Look, you gotta go one way or another.

And I am gonna miss you one way or another.

So just go on.

I just hope he's taking good care of you.

Come on, go.

[dramatic music]

Freeze! Drop them!

Alright.

Who are you and what are you doing here?

To the future.

[crunch]

Holy..

[beeps] Zack to Medlab. We need a team in Bay 3 ASAP.

Two men down. Looks like cyanide caps.

Great.

- How'd it go? - Don't ask.

But I think we got the interface worked out for the new system.

I'll know when I try it. I better go tell the captain.

Well, I'd wait a little while if I were you.

I don't think he's in a very good mood right now.

Mr. Garibaldi, I've got three dead bodies on the deck.

One in Downbelow, two in Bay 3.

Now would you be so kind as to tell me

just what the hell happened?

I'm as much in the dark as you are, captain.

They just came at us.

- And the man they shot? - No idea.

He was there to meet with a client of mine.

Now you can assume that I don't know what it was about

or you can assume that I'm lying

to protect the privacy of my clients.

But either way, that's all you're gonna get out of me.

You've jeopardized this station.

And you damn near got me killed.

Now I could have got out of there a hell of a lot easier

with two less bodies on the deck if you hadn't canceled

my identicard and taken my gun.

Now as far as I can see, I haven't broken any laws here.

Trespassing.

Violating station security.

Unauthorized use of an identicard.

Come on, that's small-time and you know it.

You wanna fine me, go ahead. I can afford it.

Beyond that, you got nothing.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go take a shower

and get some sleep because I have had a very long day.

Mr. Garibaldi.

You operate on this station at my sufferance.

I can shut you down if I choose to do so.

Anything like this ever happens again

that's precisely what I'll do.

(Ivanova) 'Team three, can you give me an ETA on collector attachment?'

(male #3) 'Roger, Control. We're moving the collector into position'

'and should achieve lockdown in seven.'

(Ivanova) 'Attachment team, did you copy that?'

[computer beeps]

Oh, great. What now?

Computer, what have you got?

[automated message] 'Voice authorization needed to deliver waiting message.'

- From whom? - 'Lise Hampton.'

- Not Lise Hampton-Edgars? - 'Lise Hampton.'

No, that's all over.

Delete message.

Just let it go.

[computer beeps]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is it?

(Bill Edgars) 'Is this Mr. Garibaldi?'

- Yeah. Who's this? - 'William Edgars.'

(William) 'I wanted you to know that Lise has arrived home'

'safe and sound.'

Good. That's good. Anything else?

'I heard what you did and how you did it.'

'You handled yourself well under pressure'

'and you saved the life of my wife.'

- 'Thank you.' - Just part of the service.

'Perhaps. I've done some checking on you, Mr. Garibaldi.'

'My organization could use a man like you.'

'I'd like to hire you on retainer.'

'You'd have to come here to Mars'

'but I promise I can make it worth your while.'

- What about the quarantine? - 'Shouldn't be a problem.'

'You've quit as head of security'

'so frankly, I don't think anyone'

'is much interested in you anymore.'

'And if they are, well'

'I have some influence with the government.'

'I'm sure we can work this out, if you're interested.'

Yeah.

I'm interested.

[beeps]

This is Commander Susan Ivanova of Babylon 5

and this is the first official broadcast

of the new "Voice Of The Resistance."

We're sending this signal out to every ship that wants to hear

the truth, to our fallen comrades and freedom fighters

on Mars, in Proxima III and to Earth

which, despite what you may have heard

is still our home and still the one dream

that we are as loyal to now as we ever have been.

Over the last three years

ever since President Clark took over after arranging

the assassination of President Santiago

you've been hearing nothing but misinformation

propaganda and outright lies.

Now we're going to tell you the truth.

And we're gonna keep telling it until they shut us down

or until President Clark steps down and returns Earth

to the hands of its people.

You can kill us, you can bomb our colonies

destroy our ships, murder innocent civilians

but you cannot kill the truth.

And the truth is back in business.

[theme music]