Female Narn officer: Environmental controls hit.
Do we have enough power to jump?
Only if we go right now.
Prepare for jump.
I'm picking up a distress signal.
It's one of the evacuation transports.
It didn't make it out with the rest.
Shruck. How many?
700 of our females and children.
Centauri forces closing on their position.
Keep the jump point open as long as you can,
and put us between the civilians
and the war cruiser.
Changing course.
Transport away.
She's safe.
End.
Sheridan: Lights.
5,000 of my people died
in the battle you have just seen.
The Centauri attacked without warning,
despite their promise not to strike civilian targets.
Had our ships not arrived in time,
had they not made the supreme sacrifice
to save the colony's civilian population,
the Centauri would have slaughtered everyone--
females, children, the old, the infirm, everyone,
without cause!
I thought Londo was going to be here
to make a rebuttal.
He's issued a statement
saying that his government didn't break its promise.
He accuses the Narns
of deliberately placing military targets
within the civilian population
in order to use their own people as shields.
He also said
the escaping transport contained weapons,
not refugees.
That's a lie!
These are atrocities!
Surely you see that! You must see that!
G'kar, everyone in this room knows too well
that the first casualty of war
is always the truth.
Unfortunately, the rest tend to be too small
or too weak to defend themselves.
Then you believe me.
You'll intervene?
I can't promise anything,
but I'll talk to my government.
That's all I ask.
If Earth takes a stand, the rest will follow.
I know they will.
Thank you, Captain.
[Babcom beeps]
Sheridan. Talk to me.
Man: That ship you've been waiting for
is about to come out of hyperspace, Captain.
On our way.
Ivanova: I guess the diplomatic office back home
was right for a change.
The Lumati look like a pretty advanced civilization.
That's why they want this to go smoothly.
With the war heating up,
we need to get more races on board,
either as allies
or in the league or nonaligned worlds.
You sure you don't want to take care of this?
I mean, if it's this important...
I'm up to my ears in this whole Narn situation.
Consider it one more step in learning--
the fine art of diplomacy.
We don't have
any other important ships coming in,
so you'll be free to stick with it
until you're finished.
Do whatever you have to.
Just get them to sign on.
Will do.
Thank you, sir.
Captain Sheridan: 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...
I must confess
I find this report deeply distressing,
Ambassador G'kar.
There is no excuse, political or military,
for the deliberate killing of civilians.
Then your people will come in
on our side?
It would mean a great deal to my world, Delenn.
The war is young,
the Centauri are still in the process
of committing their forces.
Some in their government
are unsure about the entire affair.
They only need a reason not to fight.
If the Minbari intervene,
you could provide that reason.
You could save hundreds of thousands of lives.
Narn lives.
And Centauri.
But you said many times
that you would never rest
until the Centauri had been utterly destroyed.
So do we help you now,
knowing that in a few years,
when your force is at full strength,
the Centauri will ask us for help against you?
You must know
that your actions in the recent past,
the things you've said,
they make it difficult for anyone
to come to your aid now.
I know.
But what else could I do?
When you have been crushed
beneath the wheel for as long as we have,
revenge occupies your every waking thought.
When everything else had been taken from us,
our hatred kept us alive.
And now it may destroy you.
Do you want me to beg, Delenn?
Is that it?
No.
Then what is it?
I was there
when our war against Earth began,
when our ship encountered an Earth vessel
for the first time.
Afraid of us, of the unknown,
they fired.
I saw our leader dying.
I heard the cries
for revenge, for blood, for death.
In return,
we nearly exterminated an entire species.
My people are tired of war, G'kar.
You cannot ask them to go through all that again.
Then we must face the Centauri alone.
No. Not alone.
The council can bring political pressure
to bear on them.
We can mediate.
There is nothing to mediate, Delenn.
Unless others choose to become involved,
we will destroy them,
or they will destroy us.
There is no in-between.
Thank you for the tea, Delenn,
and your...Honesty.
To the return of glory!
We should have done this a long time ago.
The Narns are like the Na'toths--
loud, smelly.
They raise their horns and stomp their feet,
but they have no teeth!
It would be a kindness
to put them out of their misery!
[Glass shatters]
[Growling]
All right, all right!
Break it up! Break it up!
They threw a bottle at us!
He insulted us!
Pipe down! And, you, move.
You, too. Come on. Move. Move! Go on.
And you watch it.
Ah...
Welcome to Earth Alliance station Babylon 5.
I'm Commander Susan Ivanova.
I am Korelu Muzat of the Lumati.
And you are?
I am Korelu Muzat of the Lumati.
Yes, I know. Thank you. I was asking--
the serbitrobe beside me is my translator--talk.
I speak through him.
Are you incapable of speech?
No, of course not.
But it would represent a loss of face
for me to communicate with an inferior race.
Before I can speak with you directly,
I must determine if your species is worthy.
If so, we may even allow others of my kind
to honor you with their presence.
Well. Isn't that... Wonderful?
All right. Uh, well,
I guess the best way to start with your evaluation
would be to take you around, show you the station.
That would be good, yes.
Wonderful. Please, right this way.
And we have found difficulty
in getting our imports back to Centauri Prime
before they spoil.
The paperwork, the delays,
the constant payments to certain individuals
to expedite the process.
It's ruining my business.
What do you want me to do about it, hmm?
A word or two from you
spoken into the right ears
would make all the difference.
Your opinions carry
much weight back home, Ambassador.
Ahh.
Ambassador, a man of your prominence
must have refined and exotic tastes,
but we are far from home.
Certain things are hard to obtain,
even technically illegal.
In exchange for your help,
I could arrange
to have a few of these items
find their way into your hands--
weeping stones,
chiquoneth plants.
I will make a few discreet inquiries,
all right?
Thank you, Ambassador.
Yes.
Shall I log this in with the rest?
Mm-hmm.
Six months ago they were hardly aware of me.
Now, suddenly,
everyone is my friend.
Everyone wants something.
I wanted respect.
Instead I have turned
into a wishing well with legs.
I'm tired, Vir.
Go.
Tell the others to come back tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
The mighty Narn, eh?
Allan: What's going on here? Break it up!
You, back off.
Put it down.
I said put it down!
Aah!
He's dead.
He was ordered to put down his weapon!
He refused!
He had just been attacked by the Centauri!
He had the right to defend himself!
It was your people who started the incident
back in the zocalo.
That's not what my sources--
look, G'kar!
We can go round and round about this
all night long,
figuring out who started what,
and it'll take us back 100 years
before we're done.
Now you asked me for help,
and I am doing the best that I can,
but incidents like this
are making my job a hell of a lot harder.
Ah...
What about Mollari?
I'm sending him the same message.
Both your people need to back off.
Babylon 5 is neutral territory,
and I will not have you turn it into a war zone.
They have a right to defend themselves.
Damn it, G'kar,
you are the duly appointed representative
of your government.
Are you saying
that you can't control your own people?
Because if you can't,
you'd better tell me right now
so that I can have them thrown off this station
and sent somewhere else.
Franklin: Which allows us to use the isolab
for nonhumanoid patients
requiring an alternate atmosphere.
Because it uses a self-contained air supply,
hermetically sealed behind an air lock,
the isolab can also be used for biological research
and identification of hazardous micro-organisms.
Next stop is the infirmary,
which is down the hall to the right.
Follow my assistant.
I'll be with you momentarily.
Commander.
I hope we haven't caught you at a bad time.
Oh, no, no, no. Just breaking in
some new additions to my staff.
Welcome to Babylon 5.
Thank you.
I should explain.
They have some kind of--
intracultural symbiosis.
Yes, I've heard of this sort of thing.
This is my first real encounter with it, though.
Did you say this facility
was for the treatment
of species other than your own?
Yes, yes, that's correct.
I do not understand.
Why go through all this
to save the lives
of potentially inferior species?
Evolution is driven by blood.
The weak die, and the strong survive.
By preserving the sick and wounded of other races,
you pollute the genetic pool.
It does not serve evolution.
Well, my job isn't serving evolution.
It's serving...Humanity,
even when the patient isn't human.
Yes, but what happens when the inferior,
saved from the process of natural selection,
begin to outnumber the superior?
You know, I think we should all be moving on by now.
I don't believe
that any form of sentient life
is inferior to any other.
Yes, we often hear that argument
from inferior species and their sympathizers.
Just one second.
You're saying that if you saw a child
from one of these "inferior" species
bleeding to death,
and all you had to do was move one finger
to save its life, you wouldn't do it?
We would neither help nor harm them.
It's not our place to interfere.
The way for one race to help another
is to allow evolution to run its course.
It's for their own good.
Well, thank you
for the stimulating conversation, doctor.
You have some strange notions,
but I'm sure they will pass with time.
I'm sorry.
Strange notions.
Yeah, I got your strange notions right here.
Oh!
Great maker!
Ah! Ah-ha!
Mr. Garibaldi, wait! A moment of your time.
Let me buy you something.
I will make sure that it's chemically inoffensive.
I don't have any--
Mr. Garibaldi, a moment of joy
in a lifetime of sorrow.
Take it while you can.
Good. Good.
Cat, my usual.
Coming up.
Here.
I have something for you.
You want to tell me what this is?
Hee hee hee!
Oh, please relax.
It's not a bribe.
Over the years,
when my luck at the gaming tables
has been less than salutary,
you have always come to my rescue.
And now I repay you, in full, ever last ducat.
Thanks.
That's all?
"Thanks"?
I'll get you a receipt
'cause I want to make sure
everything's on the up and up.
I don't want a receipt!
Then what do you want?
I want you to stay!
And have a little drink with me.
I want you to be happy.
I want me to be happy.
I want you to be happy for me
and me to be happy for you.
Is that so much to ask around here?
Why is everyone here walking around
like they're afraid of me?
'Cause maybe we are.
What are you talking about?
I would never threaten you or the others.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I don't know you anymore, Londo.
None of us do.
No, wait.
Please.
Mr. Garibaldi...
In my time here,
very few people on this station
have listened to me or taken me seriously...
Until recently.
Now I have friends I never knew were there...
But you...
You always listen to me.
You are always kind to me,
even when you had nothing to gain,
and now that things are changing,
and I look around...
For someone...
To share my good fortune with...
Huh...
There is no one.
Except you.
My good...
Close friend...
Garibaldi.
I got to make my rounds.
I'll try to stop by later.
If you're still here
and if I've got the time,
I'll have that, uh,
chemically inoffensive drink.
No guarantees.
None required.
I'll be here, Mr. Garibaldi.
I'll be here.
That was my good friend Mr. Garibaldi.
It's good to have friends, is it not?
Keep the change.
G'kar: And I'm no happier about it than you are,
but these outbreaks of violence
are jeopardizing our chance to make allies
with the humans and all the other aliens.
We are Narns.
We never needed allies before.
We've never been in this position before.
We pushed the Centauri off Narn
through a war of attrition,
so that it wasn't worth their effort to stay,
but direct, open, and total war
requires a completely different approach.
He has spent so much time with the humans,
he even talks like them.
I was fighting the Centauri
when you were still a pouchling,
fighting for your freedom.
I've spent my life and my blood
trying to better the lives of our people!
What have you spent?
I will not allow the humans or the Centauri
or the Minbari or anyone else to hurt that cause.
And that includes you and everyone else here!
If we do nothing, we look like weak children.
If you're interested in showing
how strong you are,
I suggest you return home and join the military!
It's easy to talk about being strong here
when there isn't a Centauri ion Cannon
pointed at your head!
I know!
It is difficult!
But for now...
We must remain...
Calm.
Your message is heard...
And understood, G'kar.
Now we send a message of our own.
Uhh!
Leave him where they can find him,
and tell the others...
We attack in six hours,
and when we finish,
there must not be one Centauri
left alive on this station!
Yeah! Yeah!
Franklin: Death was caused by physical trauma
and loss of blood.
One point of entry...
7.5 centimeters beneath the sternum.
The weapon used in the murder
would appear to be an elongated blade,
triangular signature,
10-12 inches in length.
Is there any indication
that the Narns were responsible?
Well, bruises on the deceased's arms
look like pressure marks from a five-fingered hand.
Fingernails are pointed
and left indentations here, here, and here.
Curvature and spacing would seem to indicate,
but not prove, Narn physiology.
I'd better notify Ambassador Mollari.
Michael...
I wouldn't.
This place is a powder keg.
One more killing tied to either side, and it'll blow.
Captain, with all due respect,
if we start withholding information--
what information?
Right now, we can't prove it was the Narns.
Captain, come on. You know it was.
There's what we believe,
and then there's what we can prove.
The time it takes to prove it
will give me some room to maneuver.
Telling Londo now won't bring this guy back.
Not telling him for a while
might save a lot of people
from getting killed in the riot.
All right.
It's late, Ambassador.
We're closing up.
And you...
You should go home.
Oh, were you, um...
Were you waiting for someone?
Yes.
Someone.
[Doorbell rings]
Yes. Come in.
Good morning, Commander.
Good morning.
I thought we'd agreed I'd meet you in the zocalo.
It occurred to me
that you're probably showing me
only the good things about this place,
in an attempt to impress us.
All perfectly understandable,
given the temptation of our company,
but it doesn't tell us
what you're really like.
Well, there is such a thing as privacy.
I mean, if you're going to stop by,
it would be nice if you asked me
or told me when you're coming by.
Hey! Like I said--
privacy!
But what is it?
It's personal, and it's mine.
And you two are going to wait outside
until I'm ready.
And if you're really convinced
that I'm only showing you
the good parts of Babylon 5,
well, then go ahead and choose
any part of the station at random,
and I'll take you there,
your choice.
Agreed.
"Whatever it takes," he says.
Where's the rest of it?
Hey!
Narn: Do you have many of these?
Yeah.
Excellent.
I'm sorry, Captain,
but we've reviewed your report
on the Narn situation,
and we have to decline
their request for intervention.
We don't have to support their military campaign,
just lend a hand to save their civilian population
when they get caught in the middle.
Captain, I know this isn't
what you wanted to hear,
but we simply can't give the Narn government
any kind of official help.
I feel for them as much as you do.
But their people
will just have to fend for themselves.
Link me in with Ambassador Delenn.
Computer: Stand by.
Ambassador G'kar,
I'm afraid they didn't listen to you.
A group of extremists
are planning to attack the Centauri here.
Shruck! Are they armed?
A few guns, mostly drasi knives,
long ones with poisoned tips.
When? About two human hours.
Shall I alert the Captain?
No! If he tries to stop them,
there will only be more violence,
or they will wait a few days
and attack later.
This has to be stopped at the source.
They've rejected my authority.
I have to reclaim it.
You don't mean you're going to--
I have no choice.
Then I'm coming with you.
I don't think that would be wise.
You will need someone to watch your back.
If it's not me, who would you prefer?
Ivanova: When I said you could choose anyplace
you wanted to see,
I thought you'd pick command and control
or the zocalo--
which is exactly why we chose this.
You say these are your own species, yes?
We call them lurkers,
and, yes, humans, mostly.
They come to Babylon 5
in search of new lives, new opportunities.
Sometimes it happens, and sometimes it doesn't.
When it doesn't,
quite often, they don't have enough money
for a return ticket,
so they end up getting small jobs here and there.
When those go dry,
they end up moving into the undeveloped parts
of the station-- downbelow.
Anyway, this is something you shouldn't really be seeing.
Most impressive.
Excuse me?
We have isolated ourselves
from inferior species,
but you, you have shown
the will and the strength to isolate
the genetically inferior parts
of your own species
as an evolutionary protection.
I don't think you understand.
This was not intentional.
You're too modest. You're too modest.
It's a brilliant move, Commander.
You see, you isolate the genetic pool,
you limit their chances for procreation,
you create a work force
without a power base to challenge you.
This is not something we thought of,
but it's something
that we will institute in our world
at the first opportunity.
You see, alliances...
Alliances are built
upon more than tactical advantages.
They are built upon similarities of culture.
And it would appear that we are more similar
than I had first suspected.
Congratulations, Commander.
This more than anything else has convinced me
that you are worthy of an alliance.
We will go now
and discuss the terms of our alliance.
Thank you, but this is not--i...
Oh, hell.
We know where the Centauri can be found--
the casino, the zocalo, the night places,
for they are creatures of the night. We will--
you will do nothing!
This is not your battle.
Go back to your human friends.
You have no authority here.
You cannot take what you do not own!
My authority comes directly from the kha-ri.
It can only be taken by force!
Are you challenging me?
You've already made the challenge!
The question is,
do you have the courage to back it up?
Uhh! Uhh!
Rraar!
Aah!
Rraar!
Aah!
Rraarr!
Aah!
Ha!
Enough!
This ends!
Now!
Go back to your quarters!
If peace on this station
is the only way to win the war at home,
then peace we will give them!
Go!
Ah!
Uhh!
Ambassador!
I'm all right. It was a drasi blade, poison,
but I think I only caught a little.
I'll get help.
No. I mustn't let them see weakness.
Walk beside me, Na'toth.
Sheridan: On my way here,
I talked to Dr. Franklin.
He thinks we can get medical aid to the Narns
earmarked for their civilian population.
Those we can't get out, we'll try to help.
"Those we can't get out"?
I...
I can't be more specific,
but from time to time,
he's been able to get other people
out of sticky situations.
Now, he's agreed to use his contacts
to help us get some of the Narn civilians
out of harm's way.
But you realize
this violates your government's recommendation.
They said they can't give official help.
And this is as unofficial as you can get.
If we do this right,
there won't be any fingerprints
leading back here.
But it is still a risk.
Yes.
I suppose.
But, Ambassador, I've learned the hard way
that governments deal
in matters of convenience,
not conscience.
If they fall behind,
it is up to the rest of us
to make up the difference.
If we don't, who will?
Who indeed?
Anything else?
I've made some inquiries.
It turns out that we have more food
coming into Babylon 5 than ever gets used.
On the theory that the Centauri
don't want trouble with your government,
we could transfer some of that food
to Minbari transports.
They could deliver it to safe zones
in the Narn colonies--
and once the cargo is off-loaded,
the ships could bring back as many Narns as can fit.
Yes, that's the idea.
I, uh, do not have the same resources
I once had, Captain...
But what I have...
Is at your disposal.
Thank you.
Since you've decided to sign on
with Babylon 5,
I'm sure the Captain won't mind us
using his office to conclude the deal.
It's tea.
I checked the biologs,
and it's perfectly safe for you to drink.
So, you said that there
were just a few details to work out
prior to closing this deal?
Yes.
Tradition is important to my culture.
Our important agreements are symbolic
with coming together in perfect union.
Well, this certainly qualifies.
The Captain felt very strongly
about making this deal happen.
Then we will conclude this deal
in our traditional manner.
We will have sex.
Sex?
It is necessary to finalize the agreement.
Well, I certainly appreciate, but--
[beep beep]
I have to get this. Ivanova here.
Commander?
What do you want?
Oh, right. The poc marah deal.
I forgot totally about it. I'll be right there.
I'm very sorry,
I really have to take care of this.
Maybe we could just put a pin in this right now,
and I can get back to you in a little bit,
and then we can, um, finalize this then.
Of course.
Ah, Captain, there you are.
Na'toth here has a little present for us,
courtesy of Ambassador G'kar.
This is the one who killed the Centauri.
You have witnesses?
He'll confess when he comes to trial.
He's come to understand the concepts
of honor and obedience.
Is this correct?
Yes.
Garibaldi: Zack, stick him in a cell
and take her statement while you're at it.
Allan: You got it, chief.
You know Londo's going to go right up the flue
when he finds out that one of his people
was killed by a Narn?
He'll announce it all over the station
as "proof that the Narn are barbarians."
And the trial is going to stir up
even more violence around here--
retribution, revenge.
Could this situation possibly get any uglier?
Ivanova: This couldn't possibly be any worse!
"Do whatever you have to," he tells me,
but nobody told me this involved
having sex with an alien.
Well, he didn't know. None of us did.
We barely met this species before now.
Who knew that they treat sex
the way we treat handshakes.
Maybe you should talk to the Captain.
I can't. I linked him a note just before the meeting
telling him that everything was taken care of.
I can't go back now
and tell him that it's fallen apart.
Well, you could put a bag over his head
and do it for Babylon 5.
Heh heh heh. Maybe not.
I'm doomed.
Well, I could inject you with something,
make you sick.
After all, he doesn't know a thing
about anybody's biology but his own.
He'd probably fall for it.
That's it!
I'll get a needle.
No, no, no. I've decided.
I'm gonna give him exactly what he wants.
I'll catch you later.
What--hey...
[Sighs]
[Doorbell rings]
Enter.
I just came back from seeing the humans.
Captain Sheridan wants to see you
and Ambassador Delenn in private.
There, you see.
You work toward cooperation,
and we get what we need
by keeping it quiet.
Ohh!
Perhaps later. The poison's effects--
I've treated the wound and the poison.
I'll be less than myself for a few days,
but I'll survive.
This is important.
I don't want to keep them waiting,
not when we are finally
going to get what we want.
Here, help me get ready.
Uhh!
Leftover food and medical supplies.
Cargo holds to smuggle out a few here
and a few there.
It's the best we can do, Ambassador.
No ships, no cruisers, no fighters
to come in on our side.
No mines, drones, weapons.
We cannot enter this conflict, G'kar.
You know that.
But we can help to save as many
of your people as we can.
And I can't tell anyone about it,
can't use this as leverage on the others,
because if I talk about it, the aid disappears.
I'm afraid so.
This has to be done on the q-t, G'kar,
but it is a start.
I thought you'd be pleased.
Yes, of course I am, quite pleased.
I understand the risk you are both taking.
I will honor your request,
and I thank you on behalf of the many Narns
whose lives this will save.
Thank you.
[Crying]
Ivanova: I thought it over,
and I'm ready now.
I set aside as much time as required
to have sex as it's done by your species.
Since, if we were to do it human-style,
it would probably be too much for you.
Are you implying that Lumati sex is inferior?
Oh, no, no, not at all.
Well, not as such.
I mean, it just wouldn't be fair
to ask you to do it our way
on such short notice--
you know, the pressure to perform.
Enough. To conclude our deal,
we will have sex human-style.
You sure?
You do know what this entails?
Of course.
Ignorance is an inferior trait.
That's what I thought.
You ready?
Yes.
Good.
[Breathes deeply]
Ohh.
♪ Boom shaba- laba-laba ♪
♪ boom shaba-laba-laba ♪
♪ hey there, hey there, three bags full ♪
♪ you come here often? ♪
♪ Yes, I do ♪
♪ dear shaba- laba-laba ♪
♪ drink shaba-laba-laba ♪
♪ kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss ♪
♪ grab! ♪
How do you like it so far?
Uhh...
♪ I slept with you the other night ♪
♪ you didn't call, you didn't write ♪
♪ I think you did it just for spite! ♪
Oh, yes!
Tell me about your portfolio.
Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Lie to me about your family.
Oh, yes!
Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yes!
Oh, god, you're good.
Oh.
What do I do now?
Old style?
You roll over and go to bed.
New style? You go out for pizza
and I never see you again.
Perhaps I'll call you before I go.
Whew!
Tork!
Ha ha ha ha.
Sheridan: And I can understand
why you'd probably want this Narn
tried here on Babylon 5.
Absolutely.
The victim was one of your people,
and, as such,
it's nominally in your court.
I just think the trial
should be delayed for, uh...
Well, for as long as possible.
You know, keep a low profile.
No announcements, no press.
The Centauri who was killed,
you have a picture?
I am sure you can sympathize
with our situation, Ambassador.
This is a potentially explosive situation,
and much as your first instinct might be
to go public with--
I know this one.
He was trouble.
I always said things would not end well for him,
and that it would be his fault.
Yes, well, he did attack
a group of Narns, provoke them.
As I thought.
He has no family back home,
no one to miss him or fight for his name.
Well, I would expect nothing less
than the deportation of the Narn in question.
His personal effects will be confiscated,
auctioned, and the proceeds donated
to the Centauri war fund.
That irony is all the justice I require.
Is there anything else?
No, I don't think so.
Well, then I shall be going.
Good day to the both of you.
Commander.
Oh, Captain, I was about to go looking for you.
I heard the good news about Londo.
Congratulations.
And to you, too.
The Lumati sent word to Earth
confirming their interest in working with us
and said some very complimentary things
about you. Which reminds me,
the head Lumati left this for you
before he took off.
Well, isn't that sweet.
Mm-hmm.
What's it say?
"Next time, my way."
Commander, is there something
you'd like to tell me?
Thanks...
For what you did.
Well, it would not bring him back,
and he was trouble.
The Narns are falling before us.
Soon they will have all the trouble
they could wish for.
What else does one need?
And if it makes your life a little easier
in this difficult time,
it is a happy coincidence.
It is good to have friends,
is it not, Mr. Garibaldi?
Even if maybe only for a little while.
Even if only for a little while.