All language subtitles for Babylon 5 crusade S06E08 - Each Night I Dream of Home

-Anything yet?
-Negative, sir.

They're now two hours late.
Any more word from Earth?

Just that we're to wait here
until contacted.

Nothing more on the nature of our mission
or who we're waiting for.

Point of logic:
If we don't know who we're waiting for...

then how are we supposed to know
it's them when they arrive?

Well, sir, if they start shooting at us,
it's probably not one of ours.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

You're even more naive
than I give you credit for.

Lieutenant, we're picking up
a distortion field.

Jump point forming.

Distance: 5,000 kilometers.
It's a Warlock-class Destroyer.

They're asking permission to send over
a shuttle. Two passengers.

-Confirm permission.
-Permission granted, Foxfire.

Only a handful of Warlock Destroyers
have come off the construction line so far.

Whoever's on that shuttle
must be pretty damn important...

to justify them playing taxi.

Shuttle away.

-Sen. Red way, pleasure to meet you.
-My pleasure, Captain.

This is David Williams.
He'll be traveling with us.

-Captain.
-Mr. Williams. Please sit.

Thank you.

We'd have rolled out the red carpet...

and had you piped aboard
with full honors...

if I'd known you were coming.

I don't like secrecy
any more than you do, Captain...

but sometime it's unavoidable.

Of the 120 members of Earth Senate,
only a dozen of us were off planet...

when Earth was hit
by this dad gum plague.

The Drakh would love to wipe
the rest of us out...

and leave Earthgov isolated...

behind the quarantine zone.

But this mission has risks of its own.

-What kinds of risks?
-I believe--

This isn't the time, David.

I have your new orders, Captain,
straight from the Joint Chiefs.

You're to proceed immediately
and at top speed...

to Sector 100 by 17 by 3.

-Earth?
-Can't fool you. Exactly.

We're gonna make a little old pickup,
proceed to the test area.

With luck,
nobody will know what we're doing...

till we're done.

And what exactly are we doing, Senator?

All you need to know now
is that this mission...

is urgent and must not be delayed.

Once you set course,
we don't stop for anyone, anything...

or for any reason.

This is Delta One to Babylon Control.
Do you read me? Over.

Repeat. This is Delta One
to Babylon Control.

Do you read me?

This is
Capt. Elizabeth Lochley, Earth force...

to any ship in this sector.

I'm wounded. My ship is badly damaged.

I'm running short on oxygen.

Can anyone hear me?

Can anyone hear me?

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?

Computer.

How much oxygen is left?

Estimate one hour, 27 minutes...

at current level of usage.

Decrease oxygen flow by 10%.

Warning.

Oxygen supply already at danger level.

-Possible damage to--
-If I don't, I'm dead anyway.

I've just got to stretch this thing out...

as far as I can.

You approve, Senator?

Yes. It's a fine ship, Captain.

It cost the folks back home
a wheelbarrow full of money.

But given what's happened...

I'm glad I voted to support
funding the project.

Actually, sir, you voted against it.

Didn't your daddy ever teach you
not to contradict your elders?

No, sir.

I see part of the problem here.

Doctor? Good.

This is Sen. Jacob Red way
and Mr. Williams. They wanted to see you.

Howdy, ma'am.

Actually, I wanted to see you.

Is there some place
that we can talk privately?

-Yes, my office, but--
-I'm sure that'll be just fine.

David, you'll be needing
to take this with you.

Here's the access code. Now...

Lieutenant, when our guests showed up...

did they go through the usual ID protocol?

Yes, sir, but Sen. Red way
did insist on logging...

only name and point of origin. Why?

I'm wondering why a civilian is traveling
on a classified mission...

with a high-ranking Earth senator
along as nursemaid.

Are you suggesting
that I log onto Earth-net...

and find out what I can about him?

-Profession, age--
-I'm not suggesting anything.

That would be a breach in protocol.

-I understand. I wouldn't dream--
-David Williams. Age 32.

Born Paterson, New Jersey.
American state.

-A plumber.
-A plumber?

As in fixing drains?

The Senator must be awfully insecure
about our facilities.

Captain, we're getting an automatic
distress signal in normal space.

It's weak. Barely getting through.

It could be a Star Fury
or a military transport.

-Prepare to jump to normal space.
-I'm sorry, Captain, you can't do that.

I am required by Earth force regulations...

to investigate any distress beacon
from one of our ships.

I'm well aware of the regs, Captain,
but this time...

you're just gonna have to let
someone else deal with it.

But by then, whoever's out there
might die from lack of oxygen.

It's an automatic distress beacon.

The pilot could be dead,
or it could be a trap.

Either way,
reaching our destination on time...

is considerably more important.

Senator, this is my ship,
and it's my responsibility.

-I insist!
-Insist all you want, but you cannot issue...

a direct order to me
or any member of my crew.

It must come through
the chain of command.

And you have your orders,
straight from the Joint Chiefs!

You are not to stop
for anyone or anything...

for any reason.

Who said anything about stopping?

-Lieutenant, jump to normal space.
-Aye, sir.

Getting signal lock on distress beacon.

One Star Fury. Distance: 5,000 kilometers.

Reading one life sign. Barely.

Maintain heading. Slow to one-third.

Captain, even at one-third speed,
if we launch a rescue team...

they won't be able to catch up with us
and dock safely.

-We have to come to a relative stop.
-Maintain course, speed, and heading.

-What do you think you're--
-The Excalibur uses...

a gravitetic propulsion system.

As a by-product of that,
we have artificial gravity...

and inertia dampeners in the landing bay
that help damaged...

or out-of-control fighters land safely.

-But, sir--
-Yes, Lieutenant?

That system was designed
to be used with ships under power...

and coming in on an approach vector.

To get that Star Fury
inside the landing bay...

we're practically going
to have to run her over.

Then you're just gonna
have to drive carefully.

-Stay on course.
-Aye, sir.

Warning. Collision alert.

Warning. Collision alert.

Closing on target.

Emergency crews standing by.
Bracing for impact.

-Perhaps we should stop.
-You made a point of reminding me...

that I have to follow
my orders to the letter.

So that's exactly what I intend to do.
We don't stop for anything.

Here it comes.

Star Fury captured. No damage reported.

Good.

Just for the record, Senator.

Once upon a time, I was at the other end
of a distress beacon like that...

wondering if someone
was going to come for me.

And I was lucky, someone did.

So I will never turn my back
on a distress beacon. Not for you...

not for anyone. Not ever.

-Jump to hyperspace, Lieutenant.
-Aye, sir.

So I was still working
on the mining colony...

on Omega 7 when the Drakh attacked.

But I was due to go home
in just a few days.

Then you're lucky.
If you'd have gone back to Earth...

a few days earlier, you would have been
exposed to the plague.

Now, at least, no matter what happens,
you'll survive.

That's the point.
See, that's why I need your help.

I want you to infect me with the plague.

Good to see you again, Captain.

Hope I'm not bothering you.
They told me you were awake.

No, that's fine.

What happened?

We'd set a trap for some raiders
that had been hitting civilian transports.

Let's just say there were a hell of a lot
more of them than we expected.

-How long have I been out?
-Little over two days.

You were in pretty bad shape
when we found you.

Dr. Chambers felt
the best thing was to keep you out...

until you got past the worst.

Two days? No, I gotta call B5--

I'm afraid that we can't do that.
Not for a while longer anyway.

We've been running silent...

ever since we started our approach
to Sector 100.

Sector 100? Earth?

-Why?
-I can't tell you that.

How long is this gonna take?

-I can't tell you that either.
-Is there anything you can tell me?

Never eat anything bigger than your head.

Never shoot pool at a place called Pop's.

Never eat food at a place called Mom's.

The mission is classified, Captain.

I don't even have the full story myself.
As soon as I can fill you in, I will.

I'm having you moved to the infirmary.

It's more comfortable,
and we'll need the space.

We'll drop you at Babylon 5
as soon as we can.

Meanwhile, consider this
a surprise vacation.

Yes.

Approaching the
rendezvous point, Captain.

I'm on my way.

Perhaps you'll join me for dinner
once you're up and about?

Will you be serving
anything bigger than my head?

Not on a first date, Captain.

It's a strange thing, Lieutenant.
If I close my eyes...

I can see every detail
of the Earth's surface...

as clearly as we're seeing it right now.

But after my father died,
I tried to remember his face.

But it always slipped away from me.

Why is that, I wonder?

Maybe it's because we can't decide
which face to remember.

The face of our father
when we were children...

the face of our father
the first time we left home...

the face of our father
the last time we saw him.

They all blur together. We lose the details.

But Earth is constant.

Earth is forever.

You're too young to be having thoughts
this old, Lieutenant.

We've got an atmospheric shuttle
on approach vector.

That's our package.

Senator, standing orders
from the President require...

that any ship trying to leave
the quarantine zone be shot down.

Already taken care of, Captain.

Shuttle is ejecting a life-pod.

The record will show
that the shuttle malfunctioned...

during a test of its automated systems.

Have the life-pod brought aboard.

Negative, Senator.
That pod is contaminated.

I refuse to endanger my crew by letting--

I told you there were
certain risks involved, Captain.

But we've made sure that those risks...

are kept at an acceptable limit.

The outer skin of that little old life-pod's
been completely sterilized...

and certified free of contamination.

And what about whoever's inside?

Guess you'll just have to...

open it up to find out.

Open it somewhere safe.

Send out a pair of Maint-Bots.

Bring in the pod
and put it in Medbay isolation.

Use the negative pressure base,
highest decontamination protocol.

-Then jump to the secondary location.
-But you said--

I haven't met a politician yet
who would endanger his own life...

when he can get someone else
to do it for him.

If he's staying on board
while this thing comes in...

it must be reasonably safe.

Let's find out what the hell's going on.

Computer, open a private channel
to Earth-com system.

Unable to comply. Current restrictions--

Do not apply to Sen. Red way.

Entering new access code.

That's enough.
Any more, and we'll kill whoever's inside.

All right. Open her up.

Capt. Gideon, Dr. Chambers,
may I introduce Dr. Stephen Franklin...

head of xenobiological research
at Earth do me.

Welcome aboard, Doctor.
Are you all right?

Yeah, I think so. Is the patient here?

David Williams. No, he's in his quarters--

-Hold on. What do you mean, patient?
-Captain, we--

He didn't tell you the nature
of the mission, did he?

Negative.

I told you he had to be informed.

We thought it was too great a risk.

You know, we have to consider
interplanetary security, Doctor.

Damn it, Senator!
That was the deal, right?

Captain, before we can stop the virus
left behind on Earth by the Drakh...

we first have to identify it.

Now that means tracing
a course of infection...

from the moment of contamination...

to see how it spreads
throughout the system.

But the virus, once it was released
into Earth's atmosphere...

it quickly spread to
every air-breathing creature.

Now, once inside the host's body...

the virus mutates quickly,
and we can't find it again.

We need a baseline study
to monitor the transmission of the virus...

and the only way to do that...

is to infect someone and follow the virus
as it enters his system.

Mr. Williams.

Connecting.

-David, my God, where are you?
-I can't even tell you...

but I want you to know I am coming home.

I am coming home.

Set course to intercept...

and notify the fleet.

Don't do this, David. Not for me.

I am not doing this for you.
I am doing it for me.

I have to go.

-I love you.
-/ love you.

Open.

Mr. Williams. Thought I heard voices.

Yes, I was watching a video.

It's to help take my mind off...

Is there something
I can help you with, Captain?

Dr. Franklin says that you volunteered
to be infected with the Drakh virus...

as a human guinea pig
to track the infection.

But he didn't tell me why.
Perhaps you could.

I'd rather not, Captain.

This is my ship.
If 1 allow this to continue...

it's on my conscience.

I won't sanction this
until I know why you're doing it.

That's Carole.

Her name is Carole Miles.

We met when we were both working
the Omega 7 mining colony.

Fell in love.

About seven months ago,
she was reassigned back to Earth.

And right before she left,
I asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

And then the Drakh attacked...

and before I knew it,
the whole planet was quarantined.

We have set a date, Captain.

I am getting married in a week.

And there is no way
that I'm gonna miss my wedding.

I'm not gonna let that woman down.

I'm not gonna break my promise to her.

The only way that I can do that...

the only way I can get through
the blockade...

is if I am contaminated.

Mr. Williams, if you do this,
you could be dead in less than five years.

Captain, I could be dead tomorrow.

We all die.

I can't live without her.

And I'd rather live five years with her...

than a hundred years without her.

Can't you understand that?

Maybe someday, if I'm as lucky as you are.

You always this quiet
when you're working?

Only when I'm trying not to think about it.

When the time comes,
I'll push the button that will mix the air...

between the other isobay and my own.

I don't want you doing it.

-I'm perfectly capable.
-No, it's not that.

I just don't want you to have to have it
on your conscience, that's all.

Has there been any luck
with animal experiments?

Maybe we can avoid--

No, the virus works differently
on every species it infects.

Finding the cure for guinea pigs
only saves guinea pigs. Nothing else.

The one thing it does
seem to have in common...

is that it infects
all air-breathing mammals.

We haven't even been able
to isolate the damn thing.

We know it's airborne...

but finding something so small
in such a huge body of air...

Damn near impossible.

We've gone as small as
a 50-micron screen. We still can't find it.

-But we know it's there.
-How?

The day the virus was released,
850 people around the world died...

of a rare strain of Ebola virus.

One we'd never seen before.

They all got sick at the same time,
and they all died roughly at the same time.

Two of them were on an island
in the Pacific...

where the virus could not
have possibly reached...

because no one had come to the island
for two weeks, due to a hurricane.

Forty-eight hours later,
another 712 total strangers...

in different parts of the world all died...

of a previously unknown strain
of hepatitis B.

Others followed.

This told us that the same virus...

was operating all around the world
at the same time...

going through progressive changes,
mutations, as it adapts to our biology.

It keeps popping up in different forms.

That's how we got
the five-year framework.

Odds are it'll hit the right mutation
within that time period...

or so completely decimate...

the entire population
through trial and error...

that there won't be enough people
left alive to merit being called humanity.

It's also possible we have several
different viruses on our hands.

I know.

And if that's true...

we might as well start lighting
10 billion funeral pyres...

because we can kiss
the human race goodbye.

So things are getting
a little desperate back home.

Hence, this.

As doctors we swear an oath
that we will do no harm.

Now I have to push a button
that will sentence a man to death...

if I can't find a cure.

And I don't know if I can live with myself.

It's a damn hard thing, Captain.

Damn hard thing.

May I have your attention, please?
Tonight's entertainment for Rec-room C...

will be a musical performance...

I thought you were supposed
to be resting comfortably.

Yeah, I got tired of being comfortable.

-No, I'm fine.
-Of course.

You're just holding up the wall
in case of emergency.

Yeah, I thought it looked kind of weak.

I try to do my part.

You're looking
a little pale there yourself, Captain.

I just had one of those conversations...

that makes you want to lie down
for about a year. It's--

-Yes?
-They're ready for you, sir.

I'm on my way. I have to go.

And, Captain...

if by chance I should run into
any of the medical staff...

should I mention having seen you?

I'd rather you didn't.

I didn't exactly tell them
I was going for a walk.

Understood. As you were, Captain.

We're ready to proceed.

All right, this is how
we're going to do this.

Everything in here has been scrubbed
of all particulate matter and sterilized.

The only thing left in here
should be me and the virus...

which I'm releasing every time I exhale.

Now, in a moment, I'll open an air vent...

between your isobay and mine.

The series of injections
we gave you earlier...

will allow us to scan you
on a molecular level.

Everything has been accounted for
in, on, and around you.

So the only thing that should show up
on the scanners is the virus.

We'll be able to get an image of it...

and track it every step of the way
as it enters your system.

Any questions?

-No.
-All right. Let's get started.

Stand by.

Warning, malfunction.

We seem to have a problem.
Your console isn't activating the air vent.

-We're just going to have--
-No, it's okay. I'll do it.

-Doctor.
-You have enough to think about.

Let me carry this one for you.

How long is this going to take?

Unknown. It depends
on a number of factors.

-Is that it?
-Confirmed.

Activating holographic electron scanner.

We'll take a series of electron photographs
of the virus in its natural state.

Then as it mutates
and spreads throughout the system.

-This could take a while.
-Not necessarily.

Virus entered his system at 20 microns...

jumped to 50 microns in size...

and then 10. 50 more. 100.

It's not reproducing.

It's decompressing like a zipped file.

The virus is spreading
at an impossible rate.

It's heading right into the brain,
the bones, the lymph nodes...

the liver, the kidney, everywhere.

No, not everywhere.

The virus isn't penetrating
any of the non-critical regions.

Then it has a limit to its range?

No. A virus like this should be systemic.

Once it's in the bloodstream,
it should go wherever the blood goes.

But this one is deliberately bypassing
the non-critical areas of the body.

It's directed. It knows where it's going.

-Battle stations.
-But how is that possible?

-Captain, to the bridge.
-Keep going. I'll check in later.

Dr. Franklin,
how can a virus know where it's going?

Because it's a machine.

It's a nanotech virus,
like the one you encountered earlier.

But a hell of a lot more complex
from the look of it.

What are you saying? It can think?

Exactly what I'm saying.

We have three Drakh
heavy-attack ships on approach.

Just came out of jump.

-How the hell did they find us?
-Unknown. Lead ship is firing.

Evasive maneuvers.

-How long before we can jump?
-Engines still recharging.

Estimate five minutes.
Three more ships jumping in.

Perfect.

Auto-targeting system hit.
Accuracy down 30%.

-Hull integrity down 10%.
-Manual controls!

When we move, they'll start pecking away
until something gives.

-Launch fighter wing.
-Aye, sir.

Fighters away.

-Senator?
-Yes.

I recommend you get to the life-pods.
We can't afford to lose...

one of the few senators we have
on this side of the blockade.

Yes, of course, you're right. I'll be in touch.

Getting our first image.
I'm going to send it through.

Got you, you son of a--

Who the hell
is steering this thing anyway?

-Look--
-Oh, hell.

-What is that?
-The fail-safe system.

It's programmed to go off...

if the isobay malfunctions
while in secure mode.

It guarantees the contaminated material
won't spread through the ship.

Has the Medbay been compromised?

Negative. That last hit must have jarred
the sensors. Given a false reading.

Countdown to sterilization.

-Three minutes and counting.
-Can you override it?

-I can try.
-What is going on?

Unless we can shut down
the system in three minutes...

it'll sterilize your side of the isobay.

Flash-raise the temperature
to 1,200 degrees Centigrade.

We've taken out two, but they're getting
replacements from the Drakh mothers hip.

Ship-to-ship com system is hit.
We've lost contact with the fighters.

Reroute. We have to coordinate the attack.

-I can do that.
-You're injured.

I'll be dead if we don't win this.
Look, I've got the experience.

Let me use it.

Get going.

This is starting to piss me off, Lieutenant.
I want those ships out of my sky.

I'm working on it.

This isn't working.

I can't override the fail-safe
or open the doors...

but we've got to get him out.

All right, then we'll do it manually.

Tell me what to do!

There's a panel at the
base of your air lock.

Take--

First team, concentrate your fire
on the hostile at 10 o'clock.

Keep them away from the defense grid.

Second team, with me.

Enemy ships coming around.
We can't take much more of this.

Lieutenant, give me a course
for that mothers hip.

The firing solution?

-We'll need the main guns to take her out--
- I said what I meant.

-Give me ramming speed and direction.
-Sir?

A battle wagon like that
is built with one purpose.

It jumps in, delivers its cargo,
and jumps out again fast.

Her jump engines are built
with a quicker recharge period.

If we can't fire up our engines this soon
after the last jump...

-let's use theirs.
-What about the other ships?

With luck, they'll have
the same recharging problem as us.

By the time they come after us,
we'll be long gone. We just have to...

encourage the mothers hip to jump.

-Can you do that, Lieutenant?
-Aye, sir.

You don't have much time!

I know.

Course plotted. Ready to engage.

Hope Lochley figures out what we're up to,
or they'll get left behind.

Go!

Squadron leader to all fighters.
Stay close to the ship.

Repeat. Break off and move in
on the Excalibur.

Thirty seconds to sterilization.

-29, 28, 27...
-There isn't time. Get out. Save yourself.

No, not when I'm so close.

.25, 24, 23...

22,21, 20..

19, 18, 17...

Fifteen seconds to target.

-Stay on target.
-Ten seconds.

-Stay on.
-We've got an energy spike. She's jumping.

Hit.

.8, 7, 6.

5,4, 3.

7.

She'll have more attack ships on board.

I know. Activate main guns.
Prepare to fire.

Energy modules ready for full power.

Ready to fire main guns at your command.

Fire.

Is that far enough
out of your sky, Captain?

It'll do.

Figures, though.
Our first major battle with the Drakh...

and Sarah missed all the excitement.

The shuttle is picking up David now.

-They'll be calling for you any time.
-Good.

You know, I noticed you didn't tell David
what you told me.

That it was his signal home
that nearly got us all killed.

Could have pressed charges.

I know. Didn't seem the right thing to do...

given the circumstances.

What's that?

Invitation to his wedding.

I don't know. It's bizarre.

The planet is on the verge of extinction.

Maybe none of us will be around
in four years...

but we still get married,
and we still have babies.

It's a way of saying life goes on...

even maybe when it won't.

Maybe that's the time when you need
to believe in it most...

so you remember what you're fighting for.

Yes.

-They're ready for the next pod, Captain.
-Roger that.

They're all set, Doctor.

-Good luck to you.
-And to you.

Both of you.

And thanks for...

Doctor.

Now that you've seen what you've seen...

you think we have a chance
to beat this thing?

I don't know.

God's honest truth, I really don't know.

Capt. Gideon, you were looking for me?

Yes. I wanted to thank you
for your help on the firing line.

If you hadn't realized
what we were doing...

we could have lost
half our pilots out there.

I'd like to buy you a drink to celebrate,
if you're amenable.

I'd be happy to.

So what's all this about?

I'm afraid I still can't talk about that yet.

Another time maybe?

-Signal for you, Doctor.
-Send it through.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I just couldn't sleep.

Yeah, neither could I.

You know, I was thinking about
the nanotech virus...

you encountered a few months ago.

The one you're using as a shield
against infection by the Drakh virus.

It has some surface similarity
to the Drakh virus...

but nothing we can use as a cure.

At least now I understand
why it works so well.

They're both based on nanotech.

But that's not why I was calling.

Your report states that the virus...

is controlled by a central computer.

That's right.

Each time we use it as a virus shield,
we have to reprogram it.

The programming only holds for 48 hours.

Yeah, but the Drakh virus
is even more sophisticated.

And as far as we know...

they never landed
a central computer system on Earth.

Looks like you had the same thought I had.

What if the virus
can communicate with itself?

Like a hive mind.

What if it's testing us,
like we're testing it?

If it's true, it's bad.

Real bad.

All right, I think we should...

stay close on this one, Doctor.

Good night.
I'll let you get back to not sleeping.

I'll do the same.

Babylon 5, as promised.

Thanks. Appreciate the lift home.

You're welcome to stop by
next time you're in the neighborhood.

I might do that. Thanks again.

-You're smiling.
-No, I'm not.

-With respect, sir--
-It's gas.

Look, who you going to believe here?
Me or my face?

Anyway, we should think about
coming back here on our next leave.

The crew could use a break.

Doctor's orders. Life goes on.

Indeed it does.