Londo: These unprovoked attacks must stop.
The attacks will stop when the Centauri government
stops sending hostile ships across the border
into Narn space.
Londo: Quadrant 37 is neutral territory.
The treaty makes that perfectly clear.
The Narn government no longer recognizes the treaty
since it was imposed upon our people by force.
There! You see? I told you.
They can't be trusted
to abide by their own agreements.
An agreement signed under duress
is no agreement at all. Is it, Ambassador?
Gentlemen, please. This is getting us nowhere.
Ambassador G'Kar,
your people have operated a military base
on the border of Centauri space
for nearly 5 years without incident.
Why this sudden provocation?
Our patrols are necessary for non-planetary security.
Keep this up, G'Kar,
and soon you won't have a planet to protect.
I'll return when this council
is ready to discuss things
in a civilized fashion.
Ehh!
Sir...
Alert medbay.
Petrov.
Petrov, what happened?
You got to stop them.
They're going to kill him.
They're going to kill...
Going to kill who?
Petrov!
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...
Garibaldi: His name's Stephen Petrov.
He was a lurker down in brown two.
I picked him up about 6 months ago
on petty theft.
Not a bad guy,
just somebody who got in over his head
with the wrong people.
I helped him out,
and he wanted to repay the favor.
Since then, he's been working for me
as an informant in downbelow.
Was he working on anything when he was attacked?
I hadn't heard from him in almost two weeks.
Sorry. By the time he got here,
he had lost so much blood there was nothing we could do.
He's dead.
Damn.
He was just starting to get it together,
straighten out his life, and now...
Must have been something really big
to make him come all this way
hurting like that.
The last thing he said was,
"they're going to kill him."
Kill who?
I don't know,
but I'm going to find out.
News anchor: After which, the President and his escort
left the Mars colony on a goodwill tour
of the outer planet colonies.
Sources close to the President have hinted
that he'll give a major policy speech new year's day
from the jump point on io.
The speech is likely to concern human/alien relations
over the remainder of his 5-year term.
We'll continue to bring you more live updates
on the 5-planet goodwill tour
here on the interstellar network news.
Fade.
You got any plans for new year's Eve yet?
Assuming I'm not still up to my ears
in this Narn situation,
no, no plans.
Good. Because I made a few arrangements.
Such as?
Well, let it be a surprise, ok?
Sure.
Guess that makes two of us with surprises.
Oh?
I was thinking the other day,
uh, 12, almost 15 years,
that's a long time to know someone.
I mean, sure, we got together,
split up, got together again.
Yes, it's been quite a pony ride.
But even through the worst of it--
the fights... The years apart--
I never stopped thinking about you,
never stopped loving you.
I didn't know why sometimes.
Tried my best not to care,
but it never went away.
And this time I think we finally got it right.
So, now with the new year coming,
I've been going over it in my head, and...
Look, do you want to get married or don't you?
Yes.
Well, good.
How's April by you?
July is better.
All right.
You want coffee?
No.
Vir, how many gods are there
in our pantheon?
I've lost count since the last Emperor
was elevated to godhood.
48. No, no. 49. 50, if you count zoog,
but, you know, I never thought--
all right. Let's say 50.
50.
Now, out of that 50, how many gods
do you think I must have offended
to have ended up
with G'Kar's teeth
buried so deeply in my throat
that I can barely breathe?
All of them?
Sounds right.
And now I have to go back to the council
and explain to them that in the interest of peace,
the Centauri government
will agree to give quadrant 37 to the Narns.
I think I'll stick my head
in the station's fusion reactor.
It would be quicker,
and I suspect
after a while,
I might even come to enjoy it.
Ambassador, why don't you just--
but this--this is like being nibbled to death by, uh...
What are those Earth creatures called--
feathers, long bill, webbed feet, go "quack"?
Cats.
Like being nibbled to death by cats.
[Telescreen beeps]
Yes?
Morden: Ambassador Mollari, please.
I'm sorry. He's very busy.
Perhaps I can take a message.
Wait. Vir, let me see.
Yes! I thought it was you!
I trust the eye is still safe.
Yes. With your help. What is it?
You have a problem, Ambassador.
I believe I can help, but I think we should meet.
In the park, in, say, an hour?
I'll be there.
One more thing. I never caught your name.
Morden. See you in an hour.
Who was that?
Someone who did me a great favor.
More than that, you don't need to know.
You can go, Vir.
Did you see Ambassador Kosh?
I did.
Did you relay my question precisely, word for word?
I did.
His reaction?
Just one word.
He said yes.
Wait for me.
I'm looking for anybody
who might have known Stephen Petrov.
He used to live around here, so...
How about you?
Any of you guys know Petrov?
Come on, the guy's dead.
Don't you want to get whoever did it?
Life's cheap down here, friend.
Funny how the only time you seem to care
is when one of your weasels gets it.
Man: In here!
You got something for me?
I knew Petrov. He was ok.
Yeah, he was. Now he's dead.
A lot of us, we take whatever work we can get
around the station.
So when the guys come down,
they say, we need 2 or 5 or 7 of you,
we go, and it's not easy work,
and sometimes it's not what you would think is nice.
But it beats scrounging.
Last week, one of the guys hired us to load cargo
for transport.
What kind of cargo?
We don't ask.
If it was legit,
they would use somebody else.
After we finished, Petrov stayed on.
Seemed kind of funny at the time...
'Cause I could tell the guy was trouble.
You got a name?
Devereaux.
That's all I know.
Hangs out down in the casino.
Thanks.
Oh, one thing.
The last time I saw Petrov
was just before he went looking for you.
Whatever he saw, whatever he knew
scared him half to death.
Ambassador.
Mr. Morden.
You never gave me a chance to thank you
after you rescued the eye
from those triple damned raiders.
Unnecessary.
I'm here to be of service, Ambassador.
My associates believe
that you're a person of great potential
trapped in a position where your skills
are unseen and unappreciated.
They'd like to change that.
Yes. I've heard this before,
and I have stopped listening.
There comes a time
when you look into the mirror,
and you realize that what you see
is all that you will ever be.
Then you accept it or you kill yourself
or you stop looking into mirrors.
No, nothing can be changed.
Then nothing's lost by trying.
You have a problem, Ambassador Mollari--
quadrant 37.
We can fix it for you if you let us.
A heavily guarded Narn military outpost.
And you and your associates
are going to fix it for me?
[Laughing]
You have a very peculiar sense of humor.
Yes, I do.
Tell your government
that you will personally take care of quadrant 37.
They'll think I'm drunk or insane.
Perhaps.
And you don't want credit for this grand endeavor?
No. We're simply here to help.
Good day, Ambassador.
Mr. Morden...
If I may ask,
what is the price for this...Help?
No price, Ambassador.
But at some point in the future
if we deliver on our promises,
we may come to you and ask you for a favor.
That's all.
I have come as I said I would.
Kosh, I have great doubts.
I must know if it's true.
I must see with my own eyes.
Yes...thank you.
Now I will keep the promise.
Good-bye.
You will not see me again as I am now.
Man: All right! A winner!
Mr. Devereaux? Security chief Garibaldi.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Look, I'm busy right now. Maybe later.
I understand you hired a lurker recently,
name of Stephen Petrov?
I hire a lot of people.
Names, faces... I don't keep track.
Fine, then you'll come down to security,
and we'll show you a picture.
Maybe that'll jog your memory.
I don't have time for this.
Make time.
All right. Fine.
Fine.
Big mistake, hotshot.
You shouldn't poke around
in things you don't understand.
This is too big for you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm shaking in my boots.
Now move it.
Ambassador, we just had a message
from Centauri Prime.
They want to know
if you've relayed their decision
to an advisory council.
No. No, I haven't, and I'm not going to.
Ah. That should go over well.
Send a reply to homeworld.
Tell them--
tell them that I will personally take care of the problem
in quadrant 37.
All right, I'll--what?
Is there something wrong with your hearing?
No, it's just for a moment,
I thought I had entered an alternate universe
or something.
Ambassador, are you sure you're feeling all right?
Vir, I am quite sober.
Send the message.
Computer voice: Opening communication channel
to Centauri Prime.
Please stand by.
[Beeping]
Enter.
Commander, it's late.
I know.
I just thought I'd try once more
to settle the quadrant 37 situation.
I'm afraid the Ambassador is resting.
He's rather fatigued from his heavy schedule.
Perhaps if you came back.
I believe the Ambassador can see you now.
Ah, Sinclair, what a joy to see you again.
What can I do for you?
You can start by giving the Centauri
some room to maneuver.
Ah, back to that again, are we?
As far as I'm concerned, this is a dead issue.
We have to keep pushing forward.
G'Kar, you once told me
that before the Centauri came,
Narn was an agrarian world,
a peaceful world.
In order to be free,
you had to learn to fight.
No one questions that, but you've overcompensated.
You're like abused children
who've grown big enough
to do the same thing to someone else,
as if that'll somehow balance the scales.
It won't.
If you let your anger cloud your judgment,
it'll destroy you.
We know what we're doing.
Anything else, Commander?
Just that I've had this feeling lately
that we're standing at a crossroads,
and I don't like where we're going,
but there's still time to choose another path.
You can be part of that process, G'Kar.
Choose wisely.
Not just for the Centauri,
but for the good of your own people as well.
We all do what we have to.
It's late. Please go now.
So, what's the occasion?
Who says there has to be an occasion
to invite you to join us for dinner?
I didn't get to be head of security
because of my good looks.
So what's up?
We need you to do a job for us.
No problem.
Give me the guy's name, and I'll lean on him.
Not that kind of job.
I think the official title
is best man.
Best...you two?
And I'll need a maid of honor.
I don't really know anyone here,
so if you wouldn't mind...
I'd be honored.
Congratulations.
This is great.
After all this time,
I'm glad things are working out for you.
It's funny.
I was thinking the other day
about all the things we've gone through,
the good times and bad, and...
Look, you know me.
I'm not very good at this,
but I just wanted you to know
I've always been proud
to be your friend, Jeff.
I'm honored to be your best man.
Hell, I'm honored to be best at anything.
[Beep beep]
Never fails.
Garibaldi. What?
Security officer: Chief, the prisoner you brought in,
Edgar devereaux, he's missing.
Missing? What the hell you mean he's missing?
I don't know, sir he's just gone.
Along with the two men who were with him.
All right. On my way.
I knew there was more to this devereaux guy
than meets the eye.
Oh?
I checked the weapon I took off him.
Every PPG has a serial number
stamped on the inner coil.
The coil's a morbidium alloy,
harder than diamond,
so the number can't be removed.
But his PPG didn't have a number.
You saying he found a way to remove it?
I'm saying it was never there.
Only special agents in Earthforce security
get unnumbered ppgs.
But this guy's name wasn't on file,
and now he's gone.
I don't like this, Jeff.
I don't like this a lot.
Narn pilot: Perimeter guard to base, nothing to report.
Sector is clear.
Acknowledged. Report to--[Static]
Base?
Repeat.
Any more ships due in for a while?
Negative.
News anchor: At which time, the vice President
disembarked Earthforce one.
He is currently undergoing medical tests
while the President continues en route to Jupiter.
Reports indicate that the vice President
is suffering from a viral infection
and hopes to catch up with the tour
as it returns from io.
Chief.
Thought I left you watching the store.
You know how this place gets on new year's Eve.
It's quiet up there.
Figured I'd see if I could help.
What do we got?
Devereaux hired Petrov
to load crates for transport.
One shipment never made it out
due to engine problems.
Thought I'd see what was so important.
What's the manifest say?
Uh, medical supplies, bandages,
that sort of thing.
Wouldn't it be better
to try and find devereaux?
We'll find him.
Meanwhile, with any luck,
this will tell us what scared Petrov like that.
Medical supplies? I don't think so.
Look like some kind of transmitters.
That's weird. They're set to broadcast static.
They're powerful enough
to flood whatever channel they're using,
blank it out.
Sort of a poor man's jamming device.
What's that?
Some kind of triangulation system.
Helps determine the optimum placement
for the transmitters.
Location is set for grid 0-0-1 by 5 by 9.
That would put it just off the transfer point on io.
What's the frequency on that transmitter?
Uh, can't make it out.
Here, let me see that.
"1-0-1-0-1-0-5."
That's the gold channel frequency for Earthforce one.
Why would someone want to jam the President's--
oh, my god.
Garibaldi to Sinclair.
Sinclair here.
Commander, we've got a problem.
Ultraviolet priority.
Meet me in the briefing room in 20 minutes.
Sinclair: What is it?
Not over the link. I'll tell you when I see you.
Guard those boxes with your life.
Don't let anything happen to them.
Will do.
This is blue Alpha. Stand by.
I told you not to poke around
in things that are too big for you.
Yeah, well, it's a little late for that.
Now, up against the wall.
I think not.
[Shot]
Sinclair to c&c.
Ivanova: On-line.
I thought I'd check my quarters
in case Garibaldi doubled back.
Still no sign of him. I don't like it.
Agreed. He wouldn't call for an ultraviolet alert
and then vanish, unless...
I know.
Keep trying to raise him on the link.
Let me know as soon as you hear anything.
Confirmed.
[Door beeps]
Come.
Michael, where the hell--
hello, Commander.
I believe you recognize this.
Yes.
You remember what happened
at the battle of the line, don't you?
You remember being taken aboard our ship.
Only a little.
Fragments.
Images.
I don't know what it all means.
I suspected as much.
We have a lot to discuss, Commander.
By coming to you,
I'm putting both our lives at risk.
But there are things you should know.
This isn't a good...
We can't find Garibaldi.
I understand.
Come to my quarters,
and I'll tell you as much as I can.
But don't wait too long, Commander.
Certain things have been set in motion...
And I do not have much time.
[Grunting]
Ambassador.
What is it, Na'Toth?
The outpost in quadrant 37 is gone.
What do you mean, gone?
You can't establish contact?
That's what we thought at first.
So homeworld sent out a ship to investigate.
The entire outpost has been destroyed.
Every building leveled.
Three heavy cruisers in near orbit--gone.
Fighters gone.
Ohh...
The outpost records.
Destroyed.
Survivors?
None.
10,000 of our best warriors--dead.
It's as if some great hand
reached out of space and...
Just erased them.
It wasn't the humans.
The Centauri don't have the will.
The Vorlons don't care.
The Minbari wouldn't do it.
The other worlds aren't powerful enough
for a strike like this.
There's someone else out there, Na'Toth.
Uh!
Ohh!
[Beep]
Uh! Ohh...
6...5...
4...
3...2...
1!
Yay! Yay! Yay!
And do you remember last year...
Yeah.
Aah!
Are you sure there's no other way?
What must happen will happen.
Valen said this day would come.
Who are we
to stand in the way of prophecy?
But...
What if you're wrong?
Then speak well of me when I'm gone.
If he comes, it must be soon.
We have little time.
Blood pressure 60 over 10.
Respiration's 30, pulse 120.
Prep isolab for surgery.
Let's get those patches here to stop the bleeding, stat.
How bad is it?
It's bad.
Extensive thermal tissue damage,
massive damage to the kidney, the pancreas, and the spleen.
You set? All right, let's turn him. 1, 2, 3.
All right, hook him up.
Will he make it?
I'm not sure.
Can't operate till we stabilize him.
Comman...
Commander.
It's all right, Michael.
I'm here. You'll be ok.
Got to...
Lay still.
No. They're going to...
Going to kill the President...
At the transfer point...
On io...
Warn...
We're losing him!
Stand by on morphozine. Let's get these injectors ready.
Let's go.
Move! Move! Move!
News anchor: As Earthforce one moves into position
silhouetted against the surface of Jupiter,
it's a sight guaranteed to impress voters.
Have you gotten through to Earthforce one yet?
Conventional channels are being jammed.
Started about 5 minutes ago.
What about the gold channels?
The same. They're jamming all military transmissions
around Jupiter.
Reroute to civilian channels.
Get Earth Central on line.
All I'm getting is a recorded message
from the tachyon relay station from Proxima.
Are we still getting the ISN feed?
Technician: Yes, sir.
Put it on screen
and keep working on the civilian channels.
If we can get through to ISN, maybe they can warn them.
There it is.
It is our understanding
that the President was scheduled
to begin his new year's day speech 10 minutes ago.
So far there's been no word from Earthforce one
on the reason for the delay.
According to ISN sources in Earthdome,
the speech is expected to contain--
just a minute.
We're picking up an emergency signal now.
[Explosion]
Are--are we still on the air?
Station io is dispatching hospital ships,
but it doesn't seem possible...
Shut it off.
That anyone could have survived that kind of...
Shut it off.
Sinclair: Dr. Franklin thinks
they can begin the operation
in about 5 hours.
Even under good conditions,
the odds of survival are 50-50.
Garibaldi mentioned a name--
devereaux.
Check all outgoing ships.
Find him.
I want guards posted here
around the clock,
plus 24-hour-a-day medical observation.
There's always the chance
whoever started this job
will try to finish it.
I won't allow that to happen.
Understood?
Understood.
[Delenn moaning]
Delenn: Ohhh...
I was looking for the Commander.
He's in medlab.
Mr. Garibaldi?
We won't know for a while yet.
I came to tell him
that there seems little point
to another council meeting
to discuss quadrant 37.
We imagine you've heard by now.
Yes. A little while ago.
Any clues yet as to who did it?
No. None.
G'Kar: My condolences on the death of your President.
This has been a black day for both of us,
Lieutenant Commander Ivanova...
A black and terrible day.
We will find whoever is responsible
for the destruction of our base,
and we will retaliate.
Though our two races have had our troubles,
I wish you luck in your own quest for justice.
May the guilty be found and punished.
Ambassador, you wanted to see me?
Yes.
What have you done?
Only what you asked me to do.
You had a problem with quadrant 37,
we took care of it for you.
Yes, but you killed 10,000 Narns!
I didn't know you cared.
10,000, 100,000, a million,
what's the difference?
They're Narns, Ambassador--
your sworn enemy.
Yes, I know, but I didn't think...
I thought that you might find a way
to protect our ships
or--or cripple their forces,
not-- shh!
Ambassador, your name is being spoken
at the highest levels
of the Centauri government.
They don't know how you did it.
They don't care.
They credit you
with saving them from another embarrassment
without creating a war in the process.
They've noticed you, Ambassador...
Which was the point of the exercise.
I hear they have great plans for you.
Yes, but 10,000... In cold blood?
Ambassador...
You're a hero.
Enjoy it.
I'll be around.
I understand your concern, but at the moment,
there's nothing to support your theory.
Everything we found points to a malfunction
in Earthforce one's fusion reactor.
It was an accident.
Senator, my chief of security
was shot in the course of an investigation.
He's lying in the isolab right now.
And it's even money
as to whether or not he ever walks out again.
The last thing he said was that
they were going to kill the President.
Commander, I consider it very unlikely
that your security chief
would just stumble across something
our best agents didn't know about.
You're not listening.
I am listening, Commander.
You're not saying anything worth hearing.
I won't have you causing a panic
by spreading unsubstantiated rumors!
You are ordered to maintain silence
on this matter, Commander.
What's up?
I found those men
the Commander's been looking for.
I tried to take them in for questioning.
They resisted.
The lead guy took a shot at me.
I returned fire. Self-defense.
PPG's cold.
If he'd fired, it'd still be warm.
You have a point to make?
No.
Everyone knows these things cool off
pretty fast down here.
Get 'em into the freezer.
Blood pressure?
Respiration?
It's weak, but holding.
This is as good
as we're ever going to get it.
Let's proceed.
Following confirmation of the death
of Earth Alliance President Luis Santiago,
vice President Morgan Clark was sworn in as President.
The ceremony took place aboard Earthforce two,
now en route back to Earth.
I--Morgan William Clark-- do hereby swear
to uphold the laws of the Earth Alliance
and to perform the role of President
to the best of my abilities.
In a later statement, President Clark had this to say
about the death of President Santiago.
It is important that we move on
to create the world
that Luis Santiago
would have wanted for his children,
my children, and for posterity yet to come.
We will begin by focusing
more on the needs of our own people
to sustain them through this difficult time,
and to prepare them for the tasks ahead.
And so it begins.
You have forgotten something?
Delenn.
Lennier?
You're too late.
What...
What is it?
A chrysalis.
She is...
Changing.
Into what?
Lennier: I don't know.
Ambassador G'Kar?
Computer voice: Voice recognition pattern
Na'Toth recognized.
Message delivery start.
Na'toth, by the time you get this message,
I will be gone.
I have certain suspicions
about the attack on quadrant 37.
I'm taking the first transport
back to homeworld.
You will not be able to contact me.
I will contact you.
And, uh...
One more thing.
Tell the Commander...
He was right.
We were at a crossroads...
And there is no going back.
Expect me...
When you see me.
[Beep beep]
I just heard.
Is the Commander...
I just relieved him.
He'll be back on watch in 4 hours.
How is he?
They're still operating.
It's taking longer than expected.
[Sigh]
Well, if you don't mind...
I would like to wait with you.
He is an annoying man, but...
I would miss him if he...
[Electronic tones]
Yes.
I think he's ready.
He's perfect for our needs.
[Electronic tones]
No.
[Electronic tones]
No.
He suspects nothing.
When the time is right,
Ambassador Mollari will do exactly as we wish.
[Electronic tones]
Destiny is on our side.
Nothing's the same anymore.
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