The last poem you read tonight...
In the light of two moons.
Did I not hear some of it when we were...
Both too young to know anything about anything.
We could only feel and wonder
what it all meant,
but you recall correctly.
I did start it then--
poor and groping for meaning.
It has matured and changed over the years.
I finally knew that it was ready last month.
Tonight was its first performance.
I remember it.
I thought you might.
Our lives were simpler then.
Do you regret the choices that you made...
To be here?
Sometimes...
Only sometimes.
You?
I would be nothing other than what I am.
It's been a long day.
I have kept you too late.
No, it is just that I have
another performance in the morning, and after that,
I must prepare for my journey to Earth.
I hope the humans appreciate
what riches of spirit you bring them.
Well, if they do not,
I shall retire to a doxhouse
and devote my remaining years
to the songs of heefa.
It is good to have you here, Mayan.
Shall I walk you to your quarters?
Thank you, dear friend,
but I am sure your day begins
even earlier than mine.
Good night then.
Good night.
[Knives scraping]
Oh!
Stay away from Earth, freak!
Sinclair: It was the dawn of the third age of mankind,
10 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...
This is an outrage, Commander,
an outrage.
Shaal Mayan is regarded
as a cultural treasure by my people.
This brutal attack affects not only her person,
but the soul of my entire race.
We'll get whoever's responsible,
I promise you.
Will your promises take away Mayan's pain,
her terror, her humiliation?
I told her she should have an escort during her stay.
She refused.
Mayan could not conceive of anyone wishing her harm,
and there was a time, Mr. Garibaldi,
when one could walk through green sector
without need of escort.
I assure you we're doing everything we can
to correct that, Ambassador.
Then you are required to do better, Commander,
much better.
This is the sixth attack
on a prominent alien in less than 2 weeks.
All with the same m.O.,
and it's not just happening on Babylon 5.
Both Earth and Mars
have had a rash of similar incidents.
Home guard?
That brand is their calling card.
And according to the latest security updates,
their numbers are growing daily
along with a dozen or so other pro-Earth groups.
Pro-Earth?
They're nothing but hate peddlers
playing off fear and ignorance
to turn human against alien.
But I won't have it here--
not on Babylon 5.
I want these scum, Michael.
I want them bad.
I'll do my best.
Problem is there's
too many who agree with them
and even more who just don't give a damn.
Then make them give a damn.
Commander Sinclair,
I have just been informed of the latest atrocity
committed by your people.
My people did not attack shaal Mayan,
but rest assured, whoever did
will be found and punished
to the full extent of the law.
I have no special love
for the Minbari or their poets.
But I warn you, Commander,
if any Narn is harmed in this manner,
there will be bloody retribution.
And I warn you, Ambassador,
any disruption of Babylon 5
will be dealt with,
even if I have to throw
the entire Narn population
into the brig.
Now if you'll excuse me.
All I could see was a Shadow.
I'm sorry.
This Shadow--
was it humanoid, alien, big, small?
It was a Shadow.
That is all that I know...
That and the pain...
And this.
Is there anyone on this station
who might have reason to harm you?
Mr. Garibaldi,
I create and perform ti'la--
poem songs that attempt to recall old memories
and prompt new ideas.
While a number of them
have provoked discussions of some heat,
I have never before been stabbed and branded.
Thank you for your time.
I could remove that Mark.
No.
It is a lesson...
One that should not be forgotten.
Babylon control to Centauri liner Carbo,
we'll have someone waiting at this end
to take custody of the detainees.
Detainees? What kind? Raiders? Hijackers?
Unknown. All he said
was they didn't appear to be dangerous
and he wanted to hand them over to someone of command rank,
so if you've got a minute...
I don't.
Lieutenant Commander, I'm up to my eyeballs.
I've got every one of my people
looking into these attacks.
It will only take a minute.
I don't have a minute.
Well, neither do I. Unless of course
you'd like me to get the Commander to do it.
O.k. All right. I'll do it.
No problem. Good.
Just one quick stop to make on the way.
I found an illegal planter
in the garden last week.
Someone was actually
using our hydroponics system to grow coffee.
And as everyone knows, the garden is to be used
only for fruits, vegetables, grains--
Mr. Garibaldi.
So I figured I'd just stop by
and rip it right out of that planter.
It's too bad.
The beans looked just about ripe,
and coffee is so expensive to import.
Mr. Garibaldi!
I think I'll take a walk, and while I'm out,
I might as well stop by and pick up the detainees.
You're a vicious man.
I'm head of security.
It's in the job description.
Let go! I am a Centauri citizen.
You have no right to manhandle me.
We demand to see Ambassador Cotto.
Take them to blue 5 and make sure
the Centauri representative
is informed.
Susan.
It's been a long time.
It's been 8 years, Malcolm.
What are you doing on Babylon 5?
I'm looking for something...
Something I never stopped wanting.
I have to go.
I have duties.
Same old Susan.
Duty first.
That's right.
Enjoy your stay.
But you said in your letters
that you were the Ambassador.
It's a little difficult to explain right now.
This is a great disappointment
to us, cousin.
All right, Sinclair, what is it this time?
I suggest you ask Ambassador Cotto.
Who?
Ambassador Mollari,
may I present Aria Tensus and my cousin Kiron Maray.
They just arrived from Centauri Prime today
and were taken into custody immediately
by Earthforce security.
Commander,
can you explain this affront
to our noble citizens?
Your noble citizens had stolen credit chips.
Oh. I see.
Since they are Centauri,
I'll release them into your custody
pending further investigation
of the charges.
What am I supposed to do with them?
You're always saying
the Centauri are an advanced race.
You figure it out.
[Announcements, background chatter]
So, you do take a break every now and then.
Actually, my shift just ended.
Then maybe we can talk.
There was a time when you and I
would spend entire evenings just talking.
When we weren't, uh...
That was a long time ago, Malcolm.
A different place.
A different me.
All the more reason to start over.
I'm tired.
I have to go.
Susan.
Malcolm, it's been 8 years.
Let's take it slow, all right?
So, when their families arranged marriages for them,
they fled here.
Yes, but why?
I am to marry the ugliest woman
on Centauri Prime.
And Aria's betrothed to a man who's old enough
to be her grandfather.
Ugly and old, yes?
Then their families
must be both rich and powerful.
I commend your parents on fine choices,
but I still don't see the problem.
We don't want to marry anyone else.
We want to marry each other.
We love each other.
Love!
What does love have to do with marriage?
My dear, beautiful children,
consider for a moment what you are doing.
For a thousand years,
marriages have been arranged among our people,
marriages which meld the noble houses together
and--and keep the fabric of the Republic strong.
Sometimes, these marriages call for sacrifice...
Great sacrifice...
But we make this sacrifice
because this is what it means to be Centauri.
If you deny this tradition,
you lose the very thing
which makes you what you are.
Do you understand?
But it's so unfair.
[Sighs]
Mr. Roberts, are you aware
of Babylon 5's regulations
regarding weapons?
I got a right to defend myself.
You've seen some of the things that walk around this place.
Some of them could tear a man's head off.
Is that what you were doing the other night--
defending yourself?
What do you mean?
Shaal Mayan was attacked last night,
and there's traces of fresh blood
on your knife.
It's mine.
I cut myself opening a crate.
Ever hear of the home guard?
Yeah. Sure.
If you ask me, they got the right idea.
It's about time we human beings
stood up for our rights.
Damn aliens are ruining everything for us.
Book him for carrying an illegal weapon.
Run a DNA check on that blood.
What the hell is this crap? I--
let me tell you something, creep,
I don't like your attitude.
And if the blood on that toothpick of yours
matches Mayan's,
I'll give you over to the Minbari
and let them play dice with your eyeballs.
I don't know what's worse,
damn aliens or the traitors who suck up to them
over their own kind.
Get him out of here!
Earth Alliance transport, wolfbay,
you may proceed to jumpgate.
Roger, Babylon control.
Ambassador Kosh, I hadn't heard from you,
so I thought I'd make sure you'd been informed.
There have been several recent attacks
on non-humanoids.
We are conducting a thorough investigation
and hope to have it wrapped up soon.
Good.
Meanwhile, it might be helpful
if you spoke with the other Ambassadors.
We take no interest
in the affairs of others.
Well, I hope you'll reconsider.
If you could give us a hand, we'd--
yes?
Nothing.
We'll respect your wishes.
That's quite a viewer.
I've never seen anything quite like it before.
What is it?
Efficient.
Those are images from my world.
If I may ask, what are you--
I am studying.
Studying what?
Ambassador?
Any word yet from Earth Central?
No.
Funny, there's something
I've been thinking about all day.
And I can't get it out of my head.
What's up?
When Earth Central assigned you here,
did they brief you on what happened
when Ambassador Kosh arrived?
Just that a radical organization
within the Minbari military caste
tried to assassinate him.
They used poison
administered through the hand.
I was talking with Kosh earlier,
and I remembered something
I never could quite figure out.
Kosh wears an encounter suit
to protect him from our atmosphere.
So how did the poison get into his system?
His hands should've been completely covered.
The Vorlons are very secretive.
They don't want anyone to know
what they look like, what they breathe,
or how their biology works.
I mean, who knows how much that suit
is really necessary
and how much is just camouflage
to keep us from seeing what's inside.
Only person who does know is Dr. Ben Kyle,
who saved Kosh's life.
Since he's bound
by a doctor's oath of confidentiality,
he never told me what he saw
when he opened that encounter suit.
Strangely enough, right after that,
he was transferred to Earth
to work directly with the President.
And our first telepath, Lyta Alexander,
the only member of the psi corps
to scan a Vorlon,
was transferred back a week later.
You think there's a connection?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Do you have any idea how much trouble
these lovebirds of yours have given me?
I've already had a dozen messages
from Centauri Prime.
Yes, their families are outraged.
And it's my head they're after.
What are you going to do?
What am I going to do? The only thing I can do.
Send them home where they belong
and hope they come to their senses.
But they love each other.
Love. Pah!
Overrated.
Here.
Look.
These are my 3 wives--
pestilence...
Famine...
And death.
Do you think I married them for their personalities?
Their personalities could shatter entire planets.
Arranged marriages, every one,
but they worked out.
They inspired me.
Knowing that they were waiting at home for me
is what keeps me here, 75 light-years away.
But, Ambassador,
they're just going to run away again.
Happily, that is not my problem.
Now you go find your little lovebirds
and tell them to be ready.
There's a transport leaving for Centauri Prime tonight,
and I want them on it.
If you need me, I'll be in the casino.
Commander...
The abbai delegation is preparing to dock.
Have a liaison officer meet them at customs.
You wanted to see me, Commander.
I hear you have a suspect
in the assault on Mayan.
Had. DNA scan showed the blood on his knife
was his own, just like he said.
He sure fit the profile, though--a real hate freak.
You let him go?
Under red-level surveillance.
I could have held him on the weapon charge,
but I think he'll be more useful to us
running loose.
He's a logical recruit for the home guard--
meat attracting maggots.
Good idea. What else have you turned up?
I haven't had much time. Since the attack on Mayan,
there's been fights breaking out all over the station.
Things are getting ugly out there, Commander.
That's exactly what the home guard wants.
If they can turn Babylon 5
into a war zone,
everything we've worked for here
will be destroyed.
We better wrap this one up quickly, Michael.
I know.
[Laughing]
Oh, we had some good times together.
We sure did.
Tell me, do you, uh...
Do you ever regret leaving me?
Regret?
No.
I.o. Was a great career move.
It opened a lot of doors,
and serving there
was very exciting for me,
even if I did
cry myself to sleep the first few months.
I never wanted to let you go.
I feel the same today.
Malcolm, I'm still committed to my career,
and you know what that means.
And I can accept that now...
Which is, uh, why I'm going into business here.
What?
I do believe this is
the very first time I've ever surprised you.
But you're not serious, are you?
Absolutely.
In fact, I've already,
um, secured an office and quarters.
All I need is a few more clients.
I hoped that you might be able to help me with that,
but the important thing
is that we'll be together again...
Right?
[Knives scrape]
Aah!
He can I.D. Me! Burn him.
Vir: Kiron!
Aria!
Let's get out of here.
Oh!
Kiron.
The boy's in a coma.
Thoracic wound-- PPG at close range.
He's in intensive care in medlab 2.
How's Aria?
Stunned with a shock stick.
She's a little bruised and a lot scared.
Physically, she'll be fine.
Does she remember anything about the attack?
No. And the boy?
He might be able to identify his attacker--
if he comes out of the coma.
[Beep beep]
Garibaldi.
Chief, we've got a major disturbance--
central corridor, brown sector.
We can no longer stand idly by
as our peoples are slaughtered
by these cowardly humans.
We must fight back
with every means at our disposal.
We demand justice!
Is there some problem, Ambassador G'Kar?
Problem indeed.
8 non-humans brutally attacked
in the space of 2 weeks,
and you have yet to make even a single arrest.
We have a good lead in the latest incident--
spare us your usual platitudes, Commander.
You know very well
why these crimes remain unsolved.
It is because the perpetrators are human.
I want you out of here, Commander--now.
To hell with that.
I'm not going anywhere until they listen.
We've both seen mobs before,
and anything you say
will only make them hotter.
Now get out of here and let me do my job.
I promise I'll be gentle.
So this is your response, is it, Sinclair?
So much for Babylon 5's highly vaunted justice.
Justice you're about to get
a first-hand taste of, G'Kar,
starting with a charge of inciting to riot.
Or you can go back to your quarters,
and we'll call it a... Misunderstanding.
All right. Move them out.
What do you say?
Che duga. You.. You I hear.
You one who hunts.
Out of my way!
Ugh.
What?
Thank you.
I had a lovely evening.
Well, I was hoping that it wasn't over...
Yet.
[Beep]
Mmm.
Uh, that's not too flattering.
It's duty.
Ahem. Ivanova here.
We've had a near riot in central.
I need you in the briefing room.
I'm on my way.
You have to go.
Did he say there was a riot?
Malcolm, out.
Um, catch you on your next break?
Yes.
The situation's cooled down some,
but we've had a few incidents,
including one involving my old pal Roberts.
How serious?
He's going to be spending a few days in medlab.
Luckily we had him on red surveillance.
We nabbed the perps before they killed him.
Keep a lid on it.
This could provoke even more trouble.
I could strangle that damn G'Kar.
Love your new look.
Considering the situation, Garibaldi,
I'd think you'd have something on your mind
other than my look. Sir?
Let's begin.
Aria, I'm so sorry.
My dear child, don't worry.
Kiron will be fine.
Dr. Franklin is a veritable wizard.
They won't let me be near him.
Of course not.
He wouldn't want that.
If he senses I'm here,
he'll recover. I know it.
Can't you do something about it, Ambassador?
Go back to your suite and rest.
There's nothing you can do here.
I'm not leaving Kiron.
Ambassador.
We should listen to the girl.
We Minbari consider love
a most potent force for healing.
She cares deeply for him.
Such feelings
can turn the tide when all else fails.
Oh, I see,
and if he dies, despite this great power--
if he dies,
she will suffer enormous grief,
but every moment together
will make her grief a little less.
I would expect such logic from a poet.
What can a Minbari know about Centauri feeling?
Ambassador, I have traveled far
and seen much, and what I have seen
tells me that all sentient beings
are best defined by their capacity
and their need for love.
And she will learn to live without it.
As you did?
You wanted to see me.
I've been keeping up surveillance on Roberts.
He just had an interesting visitor.
Computer, play surveillance tape
971, count 16.
Commencing.
I know that man.
He was in Ivanova's quarters last night.
Mr. Roberts, I'm Malcolm Biggs.
What's happened to you is, uh,
well, it's a disgrace.
Tell me about it.
There are some of us
who don't like what's happening here.
Alien Ambassadors
setting policy for humans.
Alien workers
taking jobs from human beings.
Inhuman criminals preying on decent people
like yourself.
We want to put a stop to that,
and we think you can help us.
End of recording.
I never would've dreamed.
A man can change a lot in 8 years.
There's no reason you should've known.
Exactly what is it you wanted me to do, Commander?
Introduce me.
Tell him I'm not happy
about all these aliens
forcing themselves on Earth.
Groups like this
always like to recruit
friends in high places.
If they accept me, it could give us
a chance to nail them all
before they do any more damage.
Very well.
On one condition.
Name it.
I want to be there when you take them down.
There's a diplomatic reception
in the counsel chambers tonight.
That might be a good way to get the ball rolling.
As you wish.
Ambassador, I've been looking everywhere for you.
Yes. Yes, what do you want?
To tell you something.
Well?
You...
You--you--you were wrong.
What?
My cousin and Aria wanted to be together
because they love each other.
Now, would that have destroyed the great Centauri Republic?
We cannot turn our back on tradition.
Oh, damn tradition!
Kiron may die
because our glorious tradition
values wealth and power over love.
My shoes are too tight.
Excuse me?
Something my father said.
He was...
Old, very old at the time.
I went into his room,
and he was sitting alone in the dark crying.
So I asked him what was wrong,
and he said...
"My shoes are too tight,
"but it doesn't matter
because I have forgotten how to dance."
I never understood what that meant until now.
My shoes are too tight.
And I have forgotten how to dance.
I don't understand.
Nor should you.
Commander Sinclair.
May I introduce Mila Shar,
head of the agricultural delegation
from abba four.
We look forward to studying
your hydroponic cultivation methods, Commander.
I understand they've been most successful.
They should be.
The best technos from Earth set up the system for us.
It's state of the art.
I trust your security is equally as efficient.
Absolutely.
We understand there have been
several attacks on non-humans lately.
Naturally, I'm concerned
about the welfare of our delegates.
Don't be.
We have everything under control.
But wasn't a Centauri youth
seriously injured just last night?
He'll recover.
They're nervous.
About what?
The recent attacks on non-humans.
They're afraid they'll be next.
What if they are? I served on the line,
and we had a motto there.
The only good alien is a dead alien.
It was true then. It's true now.
The job description says I have to play diplomat.
It doesn't mean I have to like it.
Were you in the war, Biggs?
Well, no. I missed it.
Sit down. Sit down.
Let me tell you something.
I fought.
My best friends died,
and we won,
not because we outfought them...
Not because we were luckier than them
or stronger than them or smarter than them.
We won because the damn Minbari
let us win.
You know what that victory tasted like?
Ashes.
You'd be surprised
how many times I've heard that.
There's a movement back on Earth.
It's growing, gaining in support
from people just like you.
So I've heard.
We want to put Earth
back at the center of the universe...
Our universe.
Get rid of alien influences.
Get rid of aliens.
Put Earth first.
We must get back to our roots.
Let's let humans be humans.
Who's we?
Friends of mine...
And perhaps soon, of yours.
I want you to meet them.
Both of you.
I'd like that.
Yes.
Of course we must be discreet.
Not every human agrees with our stance,
so I'd like a small gesture
to show where your sentiments lie.
What sort of gesture?
Something to put every alien on this station
in their place.
To Earth.
I know you've all been concerned
about the recent violence
against aliens on board,
and you'll be relieved to know
there is no longer any danger.
Good. You've arrested the criminals,
but why weren't we informed?
Mr. Garibaldi.
We have good reason to believe
the perpetrators have fled back to Earth.
Naturally, we've alerted Earthforce there.
Then you have identified them.
I'm afraid that information is classified at the moment.
Why is it classified?
Do you think we are pouchlings, Commander?
Are we really to believe
that these humans are simply gone?
I for one do not accept a word of it!
Neither do I!
Believe whatever you like.
The fact is,
the investigation is over.
Thank you.
Lies!
[Moan]
Dr. Franklin!
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey.
Oh.
Welcome back.
How do you feel?
Tired.
Well, that'll pass.
When you feel up to it,
Mr. Garibaldi has some questions
about the people who shot you,
and Ambassador Mollari was asking about you.
I think he wants to have a long talk
with both of you.
Commander, I just heard from Malcolm.
He set the meeting.
Where is it?
He won't tell me. He'll meet us
in the Zocalo in half an hour
and take us there. We're to be unarmed.
Looks like our boy's being cagey.
I expected that. We'll link him
to the security net
so you can monitor us.
If they suspect we've been lying,
this could be a trap.
I'll be all ears.
If you need us, we'll be there.
Good luck.
Dr. Franklin says
you'll be able to travel in a few days.
I've made all the arrangements.
But--
please, no more arguments.
You will return to Centauri Prime
as is your duty.
However, upon arrival,
you will be met by Andilo Mollari,
my second cousin.
He will escort you
to his family estate in the capital
where you will enter
into a period of fosterage
until you are of adult age.
I don't understand.
Fosterage?
A fairly common practice in the old days,
and though seldom done nowadays,
the law still allows it.
Vir, very impressive.
I can see you've been studying--good.
You will live with Andilo and his wives--
all good people--
and they will instruct you in,
among other things,
proper decorum
for centauris of your rank.
But our parents,
they'll object.
I doubt it.
You see, Andilo is a very powerful man,
and it is a great honor
to be fostered by his family.
To object would be to defy old tradition.
But what will become of us?
You will study our culture,
learning all you can of it.
Then when you are old enough,
Andilo will give you permission
to decide for yourselves
whom you wish to marry.
Even if it's only for love?
If you insist.
Thank you.
All right, enough.
You two need to rest.
Now, we'll talk more later.
Ambassador.
Why?
Because you are still children,
and children should be allowed to dance.
Vir.
They're entering cargo bay 5.
This is it.
Where are the others?
Already here, Commander.
Worth, activate the jammer.
Alvares on scan.
[Beep beep]
We don't want to be disturbed.
I'm impressed.
What are those things?
Black light camouflage
developed by Earthforce.
They're still under wraps
in r & d, but our friends
got us some prototypes.
We have friends everywhere.
We hope that you'll be one of them.
I'll help any way I can.
We're counting on it.
Worth, is the jammer up?
Perimeter secured.
Damn! They jammed us. Let's move.
The recent attacks on Earth, Mars, and here
were just a prelude.
In 2 days' time,
there'll be a mass assassination.
In one night, we'll take out
the 4 major Ambassadors stationed here--
Mollari, Delenn, G'Kar,
and Kosh.
Their deaths will be a signal
to terminate the Ambassadors on Earth.
But the scale of it,
I mean, you would need hundreds of people.
As alvares said, we've got friends everywhere.
Clear it out! Clear it out!
Coming through! Coming through!
Clear it out!
What do you want us to do?
Get us into
the Ambassadorial wing
and off the station undetected
after we're finished.
No problem.
Good.
Then there's just... One more thing.
I call it a little loyalty test.
Commander, please.
I don't know--
shut up!
Kill it.
No. Please.
No! Please!
Come on, Jeff.
You said it yourself.
Only good alien's
a dead one.
Have mercy on me, Commander. Please.
No.
Malcolm, the scanner--
it shows a whole lot of people
heading our way.
Move it out! Clear it!
I wouldn't.
Give me an excuse and you're dead.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Earth Alliance special transport
normandy beach is now departing
from docking bay 6-a.
All assigned personnel, please report immediately.
Such great hatred
for so little real reason.
Seems incomprehensible to me.
Human ways are often unfathomable,
but in time,
one learns to live with them.
If one has an exceedingly
strong constitution.
I can't believe
you did this to me, Susan.
What kind of a human are you
to side with them?
I find many of these people
to be more human
than you and your kind.
But I don't suppose
you'd understand that.
I don't know you anymore.
I never knew you.
Babylon 5 is produced by babylonian productions, inc.,
and distributed by Warner Bros.
Domestic television distribution.