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It is a pleasure to meet you.
Going to introduce me, Vir?
I...i know I must look a little odd right now.
Well, uh...I guess it's all relative.
Actually, it's relatives.
I'm here to pick up some women.
You'll have better luck at bars.
No, no, I mean--
just kidding.
Oh--heh heh heh.
So, who are these women, uh, diplomats?
Ambassador Mollari's 3 wives.
A harem. Ooh, the lucky dog.
You are Vir?
Yes.
I am timov, daughter of alghul.
You will take me to my husband.
I was told there would be 3 of you.
Who is this? No, never mind.
I said you will bring me to my husband.
Is your hearing deficient?
No, but I do have--
then let's be off.
It is a pleasure to meet you.
You should have put the emphasis on pleasure.
She'd have loved you then.
Pleasure?
Vir?!
Yes, madam.
Look, I told you back on the transport,
watch where the hell you're going.
I'm tired of you constantly--
jeez, I'm sorry.
What was I saying?
Absolutely nothing.
Right.
His name was stoner?
Yeah.
That doesn't ring a bell.
The customs official who passed him through
recognized him immediately from my description.
So I ran a check on him through channels.
Nothing extraordinary.
Freelance navigator, part-time trader.
There's hundreds,
thousands of guys like him around.
So what's the problem?
I don't know.
That's the problem.
See, so much of what I do,
it's gut instinct.
I see things, little things,
don't even notice they're there,
but they put me on guard.
I just hate not knowing why.
You wanted to see me, Captain?
Oh, yes, miss Winters.
By the way, Captain, for some time now
I've been meaning to mention that I think
you've settled nicely into your new duties.
Thank you, miss Winters.
Only a few bumps along the way so far.
Then again, the day is young.
So, how can I be of service?
There's some rumors floating from the Psi-Corps net.
I was hoping you could confirm or deny.
Uh, Garibaldi,
we'll discuss this stoner fellow later,
all right?
Stoner?
Matt stoner?
Yeah, yeah, that was his name, Matthew.
He's not here on Babylon 5?
Is that a problem?
Ohh...
You know him?
Only in the most unpleasant sense.
I was married to him.
The Babylon project was our last, best hope for peace--
a self-contained world, 5 miles long,
located in neutral territory.
A place of commerce and diplomacy
for a quarter of a million humans and aliens,
a shining beacon in space, all alone in the night.
It was the dawn of the third age of mankind,
the year the great war came upon us all.
This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations.
The year is 2259.
The name of the place is Babylon 5.
[Laughing and talking]
And then he said, that's not my leg,
that's my air hose.
[All laughing]
Barkeep, another round for all my friends.
[All cheering]
He'll be here shortly, I swear.
He's probably at a meeting or something.
He drags me out here,
gives no reason why he wants to see me.
What's he hiding, Vir?
Tell me.
I won't bite, Vir.
With all due respect, madam,
that's not what I've heard.
All right.
That one time.
It was-- it was twice.
What has he told you about me? Anything good?
What is there to tell?
Daggair!
My, what a surprise.
A pleasant one.
I wouldn't go that far.
Madam Daggair,
my pardons.
This is unconscionable.
I--i was at customs.
I don't know how I could have missed you.
Believe me, Vir, if you knew her as I do,
you wouldn't miss her a bit.
Oh, timov, timov.
Why do you always try to draw me
into your little verbal fencing matches?
Because I don't have a real sword handy.
P.A.: Attention. The Earth history exhibition
will be closing at 1700 hours.
You left my office in quite a hurry.
We didn't have much of a chance to talk.
I was not in the mood.
Hmm. I gathered that.
Are you now?
Look, Captain,
I know you're in charge of this station,
but to be blunt,
this isn't your concern.
Oh, you're--
you're right, miss Winters.
As station Commander,
this isn't my concern.
But as one person who sees another in pain,
someone whom he considers a friend,
or at the very least, an ally...
I just want you to know that...
I'm willing to listen.
[Beep beep]
Yes. What?
Ambassador Delenn, you asked to see me?
Are you alone?
Yes.
Come in, quickly.
Uhh!
Commander, I want you to understand.
I acquired human characteristics
to bring your people and mine closer together,
to symbolize our mutuality.
It is supposed to be a dignified,
inspiring transition
for both humans and Minbari,
so will you please explain to me
why this--this--this--
hair.
Refuses to cooperate.
I had no problems with it at first,
but as time passed--
it's pretty brittle.
What are you washing it with?
Washing?
Yes, you know, when you bathe.
We use a chemical compound
that strips away the outer layer
of the epidermal tissue.
It is symbolic of being reborn each day.
And you've been using this on your hair?
Yes.
Have you considered just immersing your body in water
to remove the sweat and--
we do not perspire in the same way you do.
While we sleep, we secrete a fluid--
Ambassador, maybe I should get
somebody else to deal with this.
Do you know what to do?
Well, yes, I mean...
My mother used to do my hair, but I'm sure--
this is most embarrassing.
If you could just--
I have duties.
Please.
I trust you.
[Sighs]
C and c, this is Ivanova.
Please inform the Captain, barring an emergency,
I may be a while.
Oh, boy.
In your first year of training
in Psi-Corps academy
you're assigned to an advanced trainee
who oversees your development.
Matt was mine.
He was charming...
Sympathetic.
Understand me, Captain,
the things I learned to do for Psi-Corps
were...and are, very difficult.
Matt made the transition easier...At first.
Then the court decided
that we were genetically compatible.
The odds of us producing a child
of equal or greater telepathic abilities
were substantial.
It all happened so fast.
How long were you married?
Just long enough to realize it was a mistake.
Psi-Corps isn't exactly...
Forthcoming with its membership,
but what information I did turn up
indicated that stoner wasn't corps.
He left.
Shortly afterward,
Psi-Corps had the marriage annulled.
I thought the only way anyone left Psi-Corps
was feet first.
Hmm. Matt had connections.
He had...
I don't know what he had.
No one in authority wanted to talk about it.
So now that you've been here for a while,
do you feel you've settled in, Captain?
Why does everyone keep asking me that?
Oh, merely polite interest.
I'm sorry. I...
I guess I'm reading too much into it,
but people seem to be implying that...
I shouldn't get too comfortable.
Oh, nonsense. It's not as if
anyone expects you to, oh, vanish overnight
under mysterious circumstances
to a strange Minbari post.
Why, that would be unprecedented
in this station's history.
I get the message, Ambassador.
Do you? I still don't understand
what that was all about.
Something's going on, if you ask me.
Whenever these bizarre and odd things occur,
it gives me pain... Right here.
Ahh, my good Captain Sheridan.
All settled in?
All settled in, Ambassador.
[Chuckling] And, my dear G'kar,
how are you this glorious day?
We're in a space station, Ambassador.
One day is much like another.
That, my friend,
is very much subject to point of view.
And from my point of view,
this is a most glorious day.
G'kar!
You are looking in particularly excellent health today.
Whatever it is you're doing,
keep it up.
[Sighs]
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Can I get you anything?
Yes! You can get me out of here.
Who does Londo think he is
to keep us sitting about?
He probably thinks he's our husband
and that we, as dutiful wives,
will wait with breathless anticipation
for his arrival.
Is that not right, Vir?
Well, um, actually, it's--
you are joking, Daggair.
Your problem, timov,
is that you've never known your place.
My place? You once threatened
to break a vase over his head.
Well--ha ha--that was the impetuousness of youth.
That was last month.
Daggair, what are you playing at?
Well...
Well, well.
And here you are.
And here you are, finally.
Where have you been?
Affairs of state, my dear.
State of inebriation, I'd wager.
Londo...
You're looking fit.
More handsome than I would have remembered.
Oh, well...
What's going on here?
Londo, what's all this about?
You have no idea why I've summoned you all here?
No, and I think it's about time--
wait. Where's Mariel?
Vir?
I don't know.
I--i was expecting her,
and--and then she didn't show up at customs--
we should wait for Mariel.
No, I will not tolerate this any longer.
The secret of our marriage's success, Londo,
is our lack of communication.
You have jeopardized that success,
and I would know why.
Very well.
I wanted to save the surprise,
but clearly you have forgotten
that tomorrow is the 30th anniversary
of my ascension day.
It is?
Yes. The Emperor has not forgotten.
I personally received a congratulatory note
from the royal court.
My star is rising,
in case you are unaware.
I was unaware, yes.
I have little Patience
for the vagaries of politics
and social climbing.
That's always been more Daggair's field of...
Endeavor,
hasn't it, Daggair?
Ha ha ha!
Now, the Emperor is a busy fellow, of course.
No time to shop,
unlike my beloved wives,
who always find the time
to run up my credit accounts.
Ha ha!
In any event,
he wished to give me a gift
in honor of my service to our people.
And the gift he gave me was...
Any one wish within his power to Grant.
And what was your wish, my sweet?
A divorce!
An easement
from the arranged marriages to my 3 wives.
Heh heh heh.
However...
The Emperor requested
that I keep one of you
to be by my side
for future state affairs.
So, by tomorrow,
I will choose one of the three of you
to remain my wife.
The other two...
Will be gone.
Ha ha ha!
Gone! You'll receive no further money
beyond the vast amounts of my savings
you've already diverted to other accounts.
You'll have no title,
and you'll have to do without the privileges
to which you have become accustomed.
A small repayment
for the many years
of joy you have given me.
[Chuckles]
You knew about this.
You knew!
Oh, my dear.
I've been caught completely unawares,
I assure you.
Petulant, isn't she?
Oh, well, breedingwill tell.
A bitch like you
would know about breeding.
Ladies, ladies,
please.
Continue.
[Beep beep]
Vir, if you wouldn't mind.
Yes.
Enter.
Hello, Londo.
Miss me?
So, tell me what you think it's worth.
Opening offer or final bid?
Are you here for trade
or simply to waste my time?
I've seen a number of centauri artifacts,
but nothing like this.
Care to tell me how you got it?
After all, I wouldn't want to think
someone on Babylon 5 was dealing in stolen goods.
And you are?
Garibaldi, head of security.
Oh, so if I'm feeling insecure,
hugging you will make me feel better?
Certification of my participation
in an authorized archeological dig.
List of contents are there.
You'll find this little item among them.
It's all quite legitimate, officer.
I can help you with the big words
if you're having trouble.
While he's assessing its value,
why don't you and I have a little chat
in private?
Ambassador, we've received an invitation
to...
Yes, Lennier?
An invitation to...
A celebration for Ambassador Mollari.
The 30th anniversary of his ascension.
That's significant?
For a centauri, oh, yes.
Lennier, we will accept, of course.
I will convey that message.
Anything else?
Is that painful?
Actually...
It's oddly relaxing.
You've been fairly busy, haven't you, Mr. Stoner?
Your records have you all over the place.
Wouldn't be trying to stay
one step ahead of someone...
Or perhaps involved in some shady dealings?
Do you treat all new arrivals to Babylon 5
this way?
Or is this...
Personal?
Talia Winters is a friend of mine.
Is she here?
Small galaxy, isn't it?
You gonna pretend you didn't know?
Did she tell you all about me?
No.
Would you like me to tell you all about her,
is that it?
What she likes to hear,
where she likes to be touched.
Don't push it.
The little noises she makes.
Does she cry out
or sigh softly.
Shut...
Up.
I thought you wanted me to talk.
Make up your mind, officer.
Any more questions,
officer,
or am I free to go?
If Talia Winters
so much as breathes a word
that you've been harassing her,
you'll be spaced so fast,
you'll think you were born in a vacuum.
Hmm.
I'll be keeping an eye on you.
Use both eyes.
You'll need them.
Excuse me.
I seem to have gotten separated
during a tour my husband was giving.
Oh, you must be one of Ambassador Mollari's wives.
I'd heard you were here.
I'm Captain John Sheridan.
And I am--
Mariel!
There you are.
Making new friends...
Again.
Captain,
a moment of your time, please.
Still the iron claw
in the velvet glove, Mariel?
Getting your claws into someone else?
Timov, I love you, even if you do not.
Ha!
Be careful.
I should have warned you.
On Earth you have these creatures,
insects attracted to flames.
Ah, yes, moths.
They're drawn to flames and bright lights
and get burned.
Mariel is drawn to men of power
in that same way,
but trust me,
she burns them.
We'll talk later.
Hello, puddin'.
Glad to see me?
Not a word for your ex?
Not one syllable?
Why have you come here?
You never were a big believer
in coincidence.
We had something once, Talia.
You had something, not we,
and it's nothing I want any part of,
not anymore.
I'll add it to the list of things
you don't want any part of...
Like Psi-Corps.
But then I forget--
anyone who's telepathic
doesn't have that option.
Except you.
You'd love to find out how I did it,
wouldn't you-- how I got out?
Yes.
Anyone can.
All you have to do
is lose your telepathic abilities.
Oh, that's all.
I did it.
What?
They have no hold on me.
I could arrange for them
to have no hold on you either.
You'd be out of Psi-Corps, Talia.
You'd be free.
And we could be together.
Talia.
I spoke to your ex-husband.
I warned him off you.
If he bothers you at all--
please, keep out of this.
It's not your concern.
I feel it is.
Feel differently.
[Beep beep]
Enter.
Londo...
I'm not like the others. You know that.
I've always been giving, passionate.
Goodness knows I've been passionate.
No one can compare to you.
And how many opportunities
have you taken for comparison, hmm?
There's been no one but you, I swear.
And I think you'll find out
there's no one for you...But me.
Let's let Londo decide that for himself.
Both of us...
Together?
If it pleases Londo,
it pleases me.
No...
No, this isn't right.
Timov should be here, too.
Do you seriously expect me to become involved
in your sexual Olympics?
They're merely expressing their feelings for me.
I can do that.
You haven't changed.
You have.
You've devolved.
Uh, miss Winters.
Can I help you?
I was rude to you yesterday,
and I thought that...
Well, I'm sorry.
Ah, it's ok. No problem.
I wanted everything settled between us
since it's likely I'll be leaving Babylon 5.
Uh, reassignment?
Actually, I'll be leaving with Matt, most likely.
Why?
Apparently the corps began experimenting on telepaths
back when we were still at the academy.
Matt volunteered.
But instead of strengthening his abilities,
the drugs scrambled his neural pathways
and almost killed him.
When he woke up, he found he could no longer read minds.
He says he can replicate the treatment.
If he could do that for me--
are you crazy? Talia--
no, Michael. I'm--I'm tired.
I'm tired of learning things about people
I don't want to know.
I'm tired of having them shrink away from me
because of what I might find out.
And I'm tired of being a part of an organization
that scares the hell out of me.
How can I help you?
And also be aware that the marcabs
have their day of high fasting today.
Unfortunately, they tend to try and sneak food
when the other marcabs aren't looking.
Which can lead to the occasional scuffle
if a priest catches them.
I'll be sure to alert security
to keep a weather eye out.
Already done, sir.
Lastly, the party honoring Ambassador Mollari's
day of ascension is tonight.
All attendees must be barefoot.
Barefoot?
Barefoot.
[Music plays]
Dar G'kar!
Ambassador G'kar.
Wearing shoes, Ambassador G'kar?
You are aware of the level of insult
that represents?
Indeed.
Do you take offense, Ambassador?
Oh, no, not at all.
Nothing is too good
for my esteemed Narn colleague.
Ohh...
Oh, I love doing that to him.
Ambassador, you look lovely.
Thank you, Mr. Garibaldi.
And you look...
Distressed, actually.
In our language, sechli sakarr...
Soul sick.
It's funny.
I met this woman,
and I took to her immediately.
Then I met this guy who had hurt her, and...
[Snaps fingers] Instantly I hated him.
We Minbari believe, as do some humans,
that souls travel together.
Some groups of souls are drawn,
one to the other in life,
to relive good relationships
from the past, and if possible,
to make right the bad ones.
You're saying that these other people and I
run into each other lifetime after lifetime
because our souls
have some sort of cosmic sewing circle going?
Commander Ivanova, thank you, Commander.
Now, what...What...
What is this?
Ahh! Ha ha ha!
A deck of cards!
From my dear friend Lennier.
And I marked them
exactly as you requested.
[Muttering]
Ha ha ha...And...
Ohh...
Now, what is this?
It's from me.
In a way, it's from all of us.
[Gasps]
Medlab, this is Sheridan.
I need an emergency team, fast!
Right away, Captain.
Metabolism is accelerating exponentially.
Brain waves are all over the place.
Can you create an antitoxin?
Not before he literally burns himself out.
[Sighs]
Transfusion might do it,
but we don't have enough of his type
at the blood bank, and we've never been any good
synthesizing centauri blood.
All right. I'll check in with Garibaldi,
see if he's learned anything else about that artifact.
If his condition changes, let me know.
Of course.
I didn't know. I swear I didn't.
Oh, be quiet. I'm sick of your whining.
You do realize
that he's not made his divorce decree official yet.
If he dies,
our futures are secure.
You can face him in his bed
or his deathbed
with equal calm.
I am what I was made...
By my father, by Londo...
By society.
Breeding will tell.
I didn't know it was dangerous.
I've handled it a hundred times.
Centauri metabolism must set it off.
You can explain it to the magistrate.
Ha. I'll explain it in hell.
What's up, Captain?
I just came from medlab.
His condition's tearing him apart.
You must know something about this artifact.
I just helped dig it up and dust it off.
I don't plan on forming
a long-term relationship with it.
You dug it up where?
An abandoned centauri colony
in sector 127.
Brilliant.
Did it occur to you to ask why the centauri
abandoned that sector in the first place?
It's because they were driven out by the Narns.
Narns fight dirty.
They probably rigged all kinds of traps,
and this was probably one of them.
Mm. Could be.
Which means I didn't ask
nearly enough money for it.
Oh, well, easy come, easy go.
Can I go now?
No. I'm gonna check with G'kar,
see if he knows anything about this.
And if by any chance Londo doesn't survive,
you can be sure I'll find something to charge you with.
Negligence, transporting dangerous material--
sure. Why not? Go for broke.
Hey, how about I call you an idiot
in public, and you can convict me
for revealing state secrets?
Remarkably unconcerned, wouldn't you say?
Yeah.
Nobody's that cool under pressure
unless they got an Ace up their sleeve.
Find out what it is, Michael,
then see what you can do about Londo.
Dr. Franklin?
Yes.
About Londo...
I'm afraid there's been no change in his condition.
I know.
It may interest you to know
that Londo and I do have one thing in common--
the same blood type.
Well, why didn't you tell me this before?
I was deciding what to do about it.
Well...he's dying.
We all die, doctor, sooner or later.
As for Londo,
after everything he's done,
I would take some small pleasure
in letting him die.
But whatever you may think of me, doctor,
I have some principles
that even 20 years with Londo can't erase.
I do not like to win my battles this way.
I find it vaguely... Unsatisfying.
So you may have your transfusion, doctor,
on one condition--
he must never know I did this.
I don't think either of us could stand
the awkwardness of false gratitude.
I can live with that.
This way.
Chief, I got the information you wanted on stoner.
Good news?
Bad. Corroborates everything he told us.
Archaeological dig,
getting booted out of Psi-Corps--
no, no, no, no. I don't buy it.
Nobody leaves Psi-Corps.
I want to talk to him again.
Ok. I'll tell him,
as soon as he finishes eating.
Eating?
Prisoners don't get dinner for another hour.
Yeah, that's right.
So how did he get a meal now?
Well...
He just asked for it.
I don't know.
There's something about this guy
that just makes you want to like him.
You ok?
Londo, do you know where you are?
Either in medlab or in hell.
Either way, the decor needs work.
Oh, Dr. Franklin,
thank you for saving our husband.
You've done the centauri a great service.
I agree.
It's so good to see you
with us again, Londo.
Well, that settles it, doctor.
I am in hell.
What, not a word from you, timov?
Not an insincere word of relief?
Not a blink of forced concern for my well-being?
No.
If you'll excuse me, I'll be in my quarters.
I'm suddenly feeling... Quite fatigued.
Yes, I think I will do the same.
Ah...
Nightmares, all of them.
And timov...
The worst of the lot.
Ambassador Mollari, do you mind if I make
one personal observation?
No, not at all.
Stick it.
How odd.
And I didn't even know we were married.
I can't believe you're throwing away
your chance to leave Psi-Corps.
I am what I am, Matt.
I don't want to carve out a piece of myself.
I just wanted you to come with me.
I didn't want to pressure you.
I wanted it to be different this time.
I was certain that if I told you about the cure,
you'd want to come of your own free will.
I can't walk away
from who I am or what I am.
If you take away my talents,
I don't know what would be left.
You can understand that, can't you?
I suppose so.
But you're still coming with me, Talia.
Matt, I don't want--
you're coming with me.
Of course.
You'll arrange for immediate transport?
It'll be waiting for you in docking bay 9.
Hey!
Thanks, Talia, for your help.
Damn, I love being right.
You know, the problem with mysteries
is that in order to get rid of the headaches,
I have to figure them out.
Here we're faced with a staggering
set of coincidences.
A centauri artifact--
an ancient booby trap, it seems,
happens to show up on Babylon 5
just in time to be purchased
as a gift for Londo.
And rather than hide or deny responsibility,
the gift-giver makes a point of saying
she gave it to him,
which neatly avoids any accusation
of malicious intent,
because usually when you're trying to kill someone,
you hide the attempt.
Ha ha ha...
And there, you see, my head no longer throbs.
That's a very interesting theory, G'kar.
To whom will you tell it?
Do I look like a rumor-monger?
Do not underestimate him.
If I could figure it out, so could he.
G'kar, a pleasure, as always.
Mmm...
I warn you, Mariel,
do not be overconfident.
If I were married to Londo Mollari,
I'd be concerned.
G'kar, if you were married
to Londo Mollari,
we'd all be concerned.
Whew...
Ho ho ho.
You're quite a piece of work, Mr. Stoner.
Our initial inquiry
said that you and Psi-Corps are quits,
yet we slap you in a holding cell,
prepared to charge you
with transporting a dangerous object--
not to mention your escape attempt--
and suddenly Psi-Corps rides to the rescue,
ordering that you be turned over to them
on the first available shuttle.
I left their employ
under cordial circumstances.
I don't think you left their employ at all.
You told Talia
that the experiments
performed on you by the corps
erased your telepathic ability.
I think they transformed it,
turned you into something new.
An empath.
Your effect on Garibaldi and Talia
and officer Welch
all point to it.
See, Psi-Corps couldn't keep you on the regular rolls
because the rest would find out about you pretty fast.
The last thing the corps wants is for folks to find out
they've been experimenting on telepaths
to increase their abilities.
So they let you go, officially,
but kept you on, unofficially.
This is nonsense.
Is it?
Before you changed, the corps decided
you and Talia were genetically a perfect couple.
So it makes sense they'd send you here
in hope of breeding more empaths,
even if it meant controlling her to do it.
I think you should just forget
about all of this.
Oh, I wouldn't try that little trick again
if I were you.
See, I've got 5 armed guards outside watching the monitors,
and if we start acting like best buddies...
Their orders are to come in shooting.
Tough guy.
You've surrounded yourself with tough guys...Talia.
I was only trying to act in your best interests,
not repeat the mistakes of the past.
I wasn't lying to you.
I do know the cure.
Look into my mind.
No shields,
no tricks.
No chance.
See you in some other lifetime.
This is the Ambassador's upcoming itinerary.
I've marked those events that you might wish to attend
and those where he will actually be accompanying you.
Ladies, it's been a pleasure meeting you.
Londo, you're making a big mistake.
A huge mistake.
Well, it won't be my first.
Actually, it will be my fourth.
Look, be satisfied
I decided to give you
a reasonable allowance
as settlement.
We're supposed to be grateful for that?
Yes, you are. That's the joy of it.
Goodbye, ladies.
All right, Londo,
why did you choose to keep me as your wife and not them?
I've made no pretense of affection for you.
I find your recent actions contemptible.
I'll never love you.
At best I'll tolerate you.
And I'll never be what you want me to be.
Why me?
Because with you,
I will always know where I stand.
P.A.: Centauri liner valorian, you are cleared for jump.
Commander...
Susan.
I wish to thank you again
for your Patience and understanding.
Oh, not a problem.
Taking on human characteristics
has been something of an education for both of us.
Well, if you have any other problems,
any other questions at all,
just ask.
Well...now that you mention it,
do you have any idea
why I suddenly started getting these...
Odd cramps?
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