All language subtitles for Babylon 5 crusade S06E06 - Visitors from Down the Street

- I don't--
-We're not there yet.

It's right between Decks 18 and 14.

There.

-Did you smell that?
- I didn't smell anything.

-You didn't smell that?
-I don't smell anything.

You're a telepath. All your senses
are supposed to be enhanced.

I don't use my abilities
unless required to by the new regulations.

It smells like something died
out in the tracks.

A maintenance crew has been out thrice.
They haven't found anything.

Then they haven't looked.

-Yes?
-Captain, you're needed on the bridge.

What is it?

We're picking up a distress signal
1,500 klicks to starboard.

-Identification?
-Unknown, sir.

All right, I'm on my way.
Revise destination, bridge deck.

-Confirmed.
-Send out another crew.

I want that smell located, identified,
and removed.

Aye, sir.

Object is 12 meters in diameter,
short-range engines.

Markings and distress signal
would seem to indicate a life pod.

Not like any we've seen before.
Looks like a first-contact situation.

Aye, sir. We're reading two life signs.

Orders?

We can't leave them out here to die.
Send out a rescue team, bring her aboard.

-Have a translator standing by.
-Aye, sir.

Bay pressurized. Clear for entry.

All right, let's go, move in.

Get in front of the pod entrance.

-Okay, I'll take the right side.
-Yes, sir.

One more step and I'll kill you.

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to
the Earth Alliance stars hip, Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague
before it wipes out all life on Earth.

Anywhere [ have to.

Who do you serve and who do you trust?

Everyone just back away.
Put your guns down.

-We can't do that.
-You in charge here?

I'm the captain.

Good. I want my ship recharged
and cleared to leave.

-We can do that.
-But I want him.

That we can't do.

Fine, I'll take somebody else,
but one of you is going with me.

Why are you doing this?
We just saved your life.

Don't give me that!

You're not gonna make me disappear
like everyone else.

I'm going back, this time with proof.

What proof?

-Durkani.
-Get him.

Take them to the brig.
Hold them for questioning.

Questioning. Is that what you call it now?

Is that the latest code word
for torture and murder?

You can kill us, but you can't kill the truth.

Come on, move.

-You all right?
-I'm fine.

It's just the strain.
I'm not used to contact with alien minds.

Did you have a chance
to look around while you were in there?

Negative. Projection is allowed
under defense protocol...

but alien or human,
unauthorized scans aren't permitted.

I will wouldn't expect you to do a full scan.
Just a sense of the room.

Showing we can obey the new regs
is all that stands between us...

and the creation of a new Psi-Corp.

I'm not going to be the one
to mess that up.

All I got were emotions.

They're confused, desperate, determined...

and deeply frightened.

-Of what?
-Us.

-Lyssa.
-Durkani, is that you?

-Where are you?
-Not far. Are you okay?

-I came back to the office.
-You shouldn't be there. It's dangerous.

They're watching.

I had to check,
just in case they left anything behind.

Durkani, they burnt the files.
Tore the place apart.

Nothing's left except for what we grabbed
on the way out.

What are we going to do?

You always said you wanted
to go to places you've never been.

-Now's the time.
-What are you talking about?

Look, we can't go home...

and we can't go to the authorities
without the proof...

but there's one place we can go
where we can find the proof.

Where's that?

Out there.
Meet me in half an hour in the usual place.

I'll take it from there.

-Looks like they've calmed down.
-Looks like.

Save me from myself.
Have the last cup of coffee in here.

One more and I'll be up all night again
staring at the ceiling.

I swear they're adding caffeine to this stuff
just to mess with me.

Not as good as the genuine article,
but it'll do.

You know what else I miss
besides real coffee?

Wind.

I'm not talking about...

fans moving pressurized air
through the vents.

I'm talking wind.
The ebb and the flow of it...

from a breeze to nothing,
and then wind again.

You never get wind on a stars hip
or a space station.

Strictly a planetary artifact.

Whenever I got leave,
the first thing I'd do...

is go home, hop back in my house...

close my eyes, and just sit there.

Glass of iced tea, my feet up...

and feel the wind on my face.

Now that's paradise, Lieutenant.

So what's the latest on our guests?

Dr. Chambers just finished going over the
latest readings from the brig med scanner.

Despite appearances, their biology...

especially their cardio, pulmonary,
and neural systems...

is very different from our own.

Then why do they dress like us?
They even speak English.

Yes, but it's not their native language.

EEG readouts indicate a high level
of neural processing...

whenever they talk to the guards.

Proving they're translating
their own language into English.

Exactly.

I've gone over all the alien contact logs...

wired back to earth for more information...

but so far there's no record
of a species like this on our charts.

As far as I can tell,
this is the first time our races have met.

Then how do they know the language?

-I have no idea.
-I see.

-I guess I'm just gonna have to ask them.
-I can do it if you'd like.

First-contact protocol is still in effect.
It's captain's prerogative.

-I'm curious. I'll do it.
-Yes, sir.

Should I apologize now or later?

Since we may not have a later...

now is probably best.

I am sorry I didn't believe you until now.

-All this time, I thought you were just--
-Crazy?

-Certifiable?
-Deluded.

But I was wrong.

These aliens really do exist.

That I've always known.

What we have to do now
is make sure we can keep on existing...

until we can figure a way out of here.

Hope I'm not intruding.
Thought I'd see how you're doing.

Make sure you're being treated all right.

I've been in worse places.
But you know all about that, don't you?

-No, I--
-What are you going to do with us?

That depends on you.
We could put you back in your life pod...

but it only has about another day
of breathable air.

We're not really in a position
to take you home.

And so far you haven't given me a reason
to recharge your life pod.

I'm deeply moved
by your desire to help us.

It's a welcome
and almost convincing change of heart.

But given our past history,
you'll forgive me if I don't believe you.

What past history?

We checked our files.

There's no record of any prior contact
between our species.

-No, I'm sure there wouldn't be.
-Then how do you know our language?

Let's just say that certain
top-secret recordings...

found their way out of file cabinets
buried half a mile under the Capitol.

I spent years going over them,
decoding them, learning your language.

I played the tapes
for some of my colleagues...

but they said it was random noise.
They wouldn't accept--

Look, I'm lost.
Let's just take this one step at a time.

You're saying there has been contact
between our races?

That's correct.

But there's no proof of that,
aside from your knowledge of English.

You could have gotten that
by intercepting broadcasts...

that left our world hundreds of years ago.

There's proof all right.

It just keeps being erased
every time someone finds it.

Come on. You know the truth
as well as I do.

And what is the truth?

Your people have been visiting my planet
for centuries.

You've ruined lives,
devastated parts of my world...

and helped create high-placed agencies
within the government...

to conceal those facts.

I've dedicated my life...

to exposing this conspiracy of silence.

No. If this were going on,
I'd know about it.

-Assuming you're not lying.
-And assuming you're not lying, either.

All right. You've got my interest.
I'll tell you what.

You say you can prove these allegations?
Show me.

If you can back this up, I will personally
take you back to your world...

so that we can investigate
these charges further.

Is that a deal?

-For now.
-Good.

I'll have one of my people go
to your life pod, bring anything you need.

-You can't be serious.
-Did you see his eyes?

I believe he genuinely doesn't know.

Maybe their government
is hiding the truth, same as ours.

-You can't trust him.
- I don't. I trust no one.

But we have to take this chance,
or we may never make it home alive.

Any luck finding that smell?

Lieutenant, I've gone over this whole area
three times.

There's nothing here.

Tell you the truth, after poking around
this place for six hours...

the only thing that stinks in here is me.

-You think he'd go for that?
-Somehow [ doubt it.

-Keep looking.
-Aye, sir.

So far all our attempts at space travel...

have been limited
to our own solar system.

We sent long-range probes
out to neighboring stars...

but officially they didn't find any sign of
intelligent life elsewhere in the universe.

-You say "officially".
-That's always been the party line.

-But then the sightings started.
-What sightings?

For years, strange craft have been seen
hovering in the sky over rural areas.

Seen by reputable people.

Businessmen, farmers,
law enforcement. Here.

This is a blimp.

I've never seen one of them personally,
only in history books, but--

According to our government,
what you're holding in your hand...

is a picture of swamp gases.

And this.
This is a drawing made by a witness...

when one of the ships crashed
in the desert area on our world.

They were six-foot tall,
had hair on their heads...

and small, round eyes.

Our government tried to dismiss
the whole thing, said it was just--

A weather balloon.

-You've heard this story.
-Somewhere. Go on.

They tried to cover it up,
but this time we have physical evidence.

We found this at the scene of the crash.

We think it's some kind of weapon
or recreational device, maybe.

It's both, actually,
depending on how the game goes.

And there's more.
Strange drawings cut into our crops...

music no one's ever heard before
coming through the radio...

but this is the supreme insult
to our intelligence.

I told you a moment ago
that we sent out probes to other stars.

One of them sent back this image
as it passed over your world.

Because our government maintains
there's no life on other planets...

they insist that those aren't faces.

They say it's a trick of light and shadow,
an optical illusion.

But this time we knew we had them.
The lie was too obvious, too transparent.

So we forced the government
to send the probe back for a second look.

They resisted.
Said it was too difficult, too expensive...

but we succeeded,
and this is the picture we got back.

Go ahead. Tell me that photo
has not been doctored.

Of course it has.
This is Mount Rushmore, on my world.

-That's Earth.
-Then you admit all this is true!

-No, it isn't.
-But you just said--

That it is my world, but that doesn't mean
we're doing anything to your world.

What I don't understand
is where do you fit in all of this?

I've been on the trail of these sightings
for years...

trying to prove that aliens
were interfering...

with the development of my world.

My partner Lyssa
joined me a few years ago.

At first she didn't believe me.

But then the proof started mounting up...

until we had to go.

We were working late...

going over several reported abductions
by your people...

when they came for us.

We weren't sure what it meant...

but someone obviously thought
we were getting too close to the truth...

and our lives were in danger.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

We decided if our lives
were in danger anyway...

we might as well go the whole way.

We decided to stow away on a ship
bound for the edge of our solar system...

and ejected, hoping to find...

you. And we did.

I'll give you this, it's a hell of a story...

but you still haven't answered
one question.

Why? What's the goal?

You said my people
have been interfering with yours. How?

When money
for our children's education is cut...

we know it's because the outsiders want
our people to remain more ignorant...

so they can be used
and manipulated more easily.

When public funding
for housing is cut back...

it's because they need the money
to build more secret underground bases.

The crime and poverty rates
have increased to keep us off balance.

Every facet of life on my world
has been affected.

This isn't our native style of dressing.

It's been pushed upon us...

by fashion designers
working for the government...

so the aliens feel more at home among us.

So they can move more freely.

Captain, assuming this is not just a trick
to see how much we've got...

if you truly don't know...

that your government is involved...

then I plead with you, help us.

Come to my world.

Your arrival there will give us all the proof
we've been waiting for.

All right. Let me take the rest of the night
to look this over.

I'll have a decision by morning.

Thank you.

-Bridge to Captain.
-Yes.

Long-range scanners are picking up
a ship on approach.

-Identification?
-Unknown.

Getting kind of crowded out here.

How am I supposed to sleep? I expect you
to find a quieter sector next time.

Aye, sir. If they begin firing on us...

should I tell them to come back
in the morning, when we're all fresher?

Negative. I'm on my way.

-Alien ship still on approach.
-Have you tried contacting them yet?

Not necessary, sir, they're hailing us.

In English.

Then we've either got more
of the same race...

or there is one very busy English teacher
hiding out here somewhere.

-Put them through.
-Aye, sir.

My name is Capt. Matthew Gideon
of the stars hip Excalibur. identify yourself.

Special Agent Kendarr.

I believe you have intercepted
two of our citizens.

We would like you to return them to us...

at your first convenience.

-May I ask why?
-Why?

To execute them, of course.

Refresh me, Lieutenant.

How did we get
in the middle of this again?

-I believe it was an act of mercy, sir.
-Remind me never to do that again.

Aye, sir. No good deed goes unpunished.

I'll have that embroidered on a sampler
when we have time.

Special Agent Kendarr,
welcome to the Excalibur.

Thank you, Captain. It's a remarkable ship.

Far better than anything in our own fleet.

Then perhaps you'd like to look around.
We could talk.

-Excellent.
-This way.

And you can tell me why
you want to kill my houseguests.

So I would like to see the prisoners
as soon as possible.

I'll have them brought up from the brig
so we can talk, but just to talk.

-Captain--
-I have a slight problem...

turning them over to you
knowing that they're going to be executed.

But surely, Captain,
even on your own world...

there are some offenses
that are punishable by death?

High crimes are punishable by death
of personality, not physical death.

-We believe--
-But there are some, are there not?

Mutiny, treason, one or two others.

On my world, there are very few crimes
that merit the death penalty.

One such is to commandeer a spacecraft...

and take it beyond the limits
of our solar system, as they have done.

There are many dangerous races
out here, Captain...

most of whom
are far more advanced than we.

The ship that brought me here
is one of only a few we've built so far...

none of which are capable
of entering hyperspace.

And without the presence of a jump gate...

we are limited to our own small system.

-You're at a tactical disadvantage?
-Exactly.

And until we catch up...

as a duly appointed
law enforcement officer...

it is my responsibility
to make sure no one goes out...

and attracts the wrong attention.

How can you justify penalizing
your citizens for contacting aliens...

while at the same time
denying the existence...

of any life forms outside your world?

That denial serves a purpose...

that would take too long to explain.

But in this case...

Do you smell something?

Commander Paine,
you're needed on the flight deck.

This way.

That's all.

One thing I don't understand.

You say you've been aware of other races
besides your own for years...

that you have been monitoring
and recording these transmissions?

That's correct.

So why are both of you fluent in this one,
in English?

If, in fact, there hasn't been
any prior contact between us...

why all these sightings on your world?

And why do so many of them
relate specifically to Earth and humans?

Your story sounds good on the surface,
but something doesn't add up.

It will all become clear soon enough.

It better.

That's why I wanted
to see you all together.

I figure if I put all of you
in the same room...

maybe the truth
will wander in by accident.

-Lieutenant, you have the helm.
-Aye, sir.

I was wondering
when you were going to show up.

You chose this.

You made it inevitable.

And you? After everything you said,
you sold us out.

He tried to kill us three times.

I just brought you here to talk.
I haven't sold anyone out.

What are you saying?

Don't move!

We've been through this already.
This doesn't help--

Quiet. And you, stay out of my head.

-Try anything and he's dead.
-Durkani, where are you going to go?

This is my ship. I control every way in
and every way out.

I want the life pod recharged
and ready to leave in an hour.

If it's ready, we'll leave peacefully.
If it isn't, he dies.

-Listen to me!
-One hour.

Should I get started
embroidering that sampler, sir?

Get me security. I want them tracked...

and I want to know how the hell
a weapon got past the scanners.

Nice job pretending to be a dangerous nut
back there.

Who's pretending?

Durkani, this won't work.

You can't hope to escape...

and this is certainly no way
to treat a former employer.

That's right.

Unfortunately, I don't see any barbed wire
laying around, so you'll have to wait.

In there.

Go on.

Look on the bright side. If we die here,
at least we'll take him with us.

-This is a bright side?
-Granted, it's not much.

But right now, a quick death
is about all we got left to hope for.

We've got teams moving up every deck.
We'll find them soon, sir.

Finding them is less of an issue
than what we do once we find them.

-Is their life pod recharged?
-Almost.

Captain, are you sure you want to give in
to their demands?

This isn't our fight, Lieutenant.
We got dragged into this mess.

It's got nothing to do with us.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can wall up the lot of them...

and they can fight it out
to their hearts' content.

Any word on the landing bay scanners?

We've gone over them three times.
They're in perfect working order.

Then how did Kendarr
smuggle a weapon past them?

I don't know.

The scanners are set to pick up
any known kind of weapon...

slug throwers, energy weapon,
plasma gun.

Then this must be some new weapon
we haven't seen before.

They're less advanced. It's doubtful
they can have a more advanced weapon.

It doesn't make sense.

There's a lot here
that doesn't make sense.

But before this is over,
it will make sense...

or I will have someone's hide
hanging on my office wall.

We've located the intruders, sir.
They're in the Level 14 tube.

Get a tactical team up there
in one of the bullet cars.

We'll go in through the nearest work shaft
and catch them in the middle.

Make sure
we can contain the situation this time.

Aye, aye, sir.

Just in case this doesn't work out,
if you have any last thoughts...

you'd like to share with the rest of us,
now would be a good time.

So you're okay,
dying with all of this on your conscience?

I have nothing on my conscience.

All this is for the best.
For us, even for you.

I'm just a soldier doing my job.

So the lies, the betrayals,
the conspiracy to hide the truth...

that's just part of doing your job?

The truth...

has never been in anyone's best interests.

Almost there.

Heat them up, people. Let's go!

-That's it!
-That's what?

That's where that smell is coming from.

The seals on this waste disposal tube
are loose.

Every time the bullet car comes by...

it probably shakes the whole thing looser.

-It couldn't be that loose.
-Lieutenant, I'm looking right at it.

What is that?

-On the other hand...
-Keep climbing.

Aye, sir.

-Do you smell something?
-Yes.

Up, right now.

That's far enough.

Put the gun down.

-Without him, we'll never get out of here.
-Wrong.

You put the gun down,
and we'll make sure you get out safely.

If the other ship interferes,
we'll take care of them.

-Not till we've gone we'll let him go.
-But he'll kill me, Captain.

Nobody is killing anybody,
not on my ship, not on my watch.

I mean it.

Hold it.

If we wanted to kill you, we could do it
without harming Kendarr.

Frankly, the only thing I want is for
the two of you to get the hell off my ship...

as fast as possible,
and take your conspiracies with you.

Come on, let's go.

This way. Ready, go.

There you go.

She's all charged up.
You can leave whenever you want.

-Thank you--
-Don't thank me. Just go.

We're not done with each other yet.
You know that.

We will tell others what we've seen here.

Without proof, who's going to believe you?

It doesn't matter if they believe us.

Sooner or later
the truth's going to come out.

-The truth is--
-Out of fashion.

Mr. Eilerson just finished his analysis
of this weapon.

It's useless. No charge whatsoever.

That's why we couldn't pick it up
with our scanners.

-Then you were never in any danger?
-None whatsoever.

I wanted him to grab the gun...

and I wanted you to think
the threat was serious...

but I'm not about to put
my own life in danger.

I don't know what game you're playing,
but either I get an explanation...

or you are headed straight--

No need for threats, Captain.

My mission here is finished,
and I can answer all your questions now.

You see, my people have a long history
of suspicion...

and paranoia...

which has led
to an equally long history of wars.

Big wars, small wars,
but mainly civil wars...

that started when our government
failed to live up to a promise.

Once my people find someone to blame...

that someone usually ends up dead.

Great. So what does that
have to do with us?

About 200 years ago...

we first picked up communications
from other worlds.

We kept the specifics quiet
for the reasons I told you before.

But then it hit us. Aliens...

or outsiders, as my people call your kind...

were the perfect scapegoats
for our internal problems.

Then the sightings, the evidence,
it was all created by you. You set us up.

I assure you it was nothing personal.

We chose a race at random.
It happened to be yours.

Once we decided which race to use...

we used it to create a consistent feel
to the sightings...

which we staged
and then adamantly denied afterwards.

The more you make a big deal
out of denying something...

the more people think it must be true.

Exactly.

Once we created this conspiracy,
we could relax.

When the budget is cut,
why, it must be the aliens.

When something goes wrong,
it's those damned outsiders again.

They...

you pulled all the strings.

We're just innocent puppets,
forced to obey.

Since they can't get to you,
and we're not to blame...

Well, we haven't had a single civil war...

since we instituted this new policy.
Not a one.

Then why go after Durkani?

Conspiracy needs true believers
out to unmask it

and true believers need to feel persecuted.

We don't want him dead.
We need him alive to feed the fire...

keep alive the story that all our problems
are being caused by aliens.

That's what led us here.

Lately, he's been feeling frustrated.

Nothing ever leads anywhere.

So we let him get this far,
and were about to stage an event...

that would revive his interest--

When we intercepted his distress signals.

Precisely. We never imagined
we'd run into the real thing.

But it worked beautifully.

Now he's even more convinced
we're working together.

You've done us a great service.

I must be going. My work is done.

One thing I must say.

In order to create the illusion
of interference by your race...

I had to study your culture very carefully.

It has much to commend it.

Pizza, ice cream...

It's all become quite...

addictive.

Goodbye, Captain.
Thanks for all your help.

Approaching coordinates.

You sure this is where the alien ship
was headed?

Aye, sir. We tracked
Kendarr's transmissions as he left.

The readings are accurate
to within 15,000 klicks.

-Good. Jump to normal space.
-Aye, sir. Jump to normal space.

Outstanding, Lieutenant.
Just within firing range.

-Sir, we're not going to...
-Attack?

Negative.

The only thing we're going to attack
is a lie.

I've loaded up
20 of our planetary surface probes...

with the latest version
of the interstellar encyclopedia...

and the full record
of everything that happened here...

after Kendarr and the others came aboard.

We're going to blow
this so-called conspiracy wide open.

Program the controls
to set the probes down in safe areas...

near major population centers.

Don't want anybody getting flattened
when they land.

Aye, sir.

-Probes away, sir.
-Good.

Should cause quite a stir when
they find out what's really been going on.

But can I ask why?

Maybe because this whole thing
offends my sense of honesty.

Maybe because sooner or later
we'll have official contact with them...

and I don't want Earth being blamed
for something we didn't do.

But mainly, I don't like being played with...

used, or manipulated, and this should
communicate that lesson very clearly.

They're probably some who'll say
that by doing this...

we're interfering with their culture.

Probably. Screw them.

We let the truth back into the room,
and the truth can take care of itself.

Com is yours. Jump back to hyperspace.

-Continue on course to the next target.
-Aye, sir.

And where will you be?

I'm going where I can
feel the wind on my face for a while.

Paradise.