Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for the Captain, Ivanova.
They went down to bay 13.
I can link in if you want.
No, no, no. That's ok.
I need to talk to them in person. Thanks.
Bay 13? Nobody goes into bay 13.
That's what the Commander tried to tell them.
Oh, it's beautiful!
I've never seen anything like it.
There's no sign of instrumentation,
no visible way in or out.
It's absolutely seamless.
Amazing.
What kind of propulsion system
does it have?
No idea.
In the two years since Ambassador Kosh
arrived in this...Thing,
we've run a few surface scans,
as much as we thought we could get away with.
We could barely even get through the skin.
It's just been sitting here this whole time?
Mostly. He's taken it out once or twice,
but just to the Vorlon homeworld and then back again.
Sometimes...
Late at night...
I just come here and watch it.
If you look carefully,
you can actually see the patterns in the skin
changing slightly.
I can't even imagine the kind of science
that's behind something like this.
Why, they must be at least a--
a thousand years ahead of us.
I'd give a year's pay
to see what's inside this thing.
Ivanova: Captain!
Back away slowly.
You can see why
we've had to quarantine this whole area.
The last maintenance crew we had in here
wouldn't come back.
They kept having dreams about this thing.
They said it talked to them in their sleep.
This Kosh...
He's been here for two years,
and we don't know anything more about him,
his people, or even this ship.
Well, it's time that changed.
I think I'm going to make it
my personal project.
Captain, I need to talk to you.
What's up?
You, too, Commander.
Not here. I don't want this on the links,
and I sure as hell
don't want to talk in front of this thing.
Come on.
Let's go.
We just got a coded message from Earthforce intelligence,
ultraviolet priority.
They posted a system-wide fugitive alert
for Dr. Everett Jacobs.
Jacobs?
He's on the President's personal staff.
Past tense. They say he's on the run,
carrying a fake I.D.
And enough stolen information
to tear the whole Earth alliance to pieces,
unless we stop him.
He's coming here?
They think he's already here,
and they want him, alive if possible,
dead, if necessary.
They authorized extreme sanction
against a civilian?
My god! What does this guy know?
Garibaldi: They didn't say.
They're sending somebody here
to coordinate the search.
All I know is this--
armed or otherwise,
if he gives any resistance,
our orders are shoot to kill.
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...
Captioning made possible by Warner Bros.
Sheridan: So tell me, agent Cranston,
what does Earth special intelligence
want with Dr. Jacobs?
I assumed you had been briefed.
I know he is, or was,
the President's personal physician.
I didn't know
that gave him access to classified material.
Apparently, he misused his clearance
to dip into highly secret information--
new technology we're developing,
uh, certain black projects,
covert missions.
Enough to send
the entire government into chaos
and to ruin our agreements
with half the nonaligned worlds.
We cannot allow him
to off-load the information he's carrying.
What's he doing here?
Probably meeting his buyer
or arranging travel
outside Earth-controlled space.
This is our last chance to catch him
before he's out of our jurisdiction.
All right, we'll put security at your disposal
to coordinate the search.
Cranston: Excellent.
I'll have my men
plug into your intellinets immediately.
We'll go level by level until we flush him out.
Commander, I want all outgoing ships
checked out before they leave.
Slow down jump clearances as much as you can.
Tell them we're having mechanical problems.
That they'll believe.
Yeah. Now if you'll show agent Cranston
and his people to their quarters,
I'll get Mr. Garibaldi moving on the search.
Captain, thank you.
We appreciate your cooperation.
Thank you.
Well, he knows all the right things to say.
Nothing sounded really bogus
as to raise any red flags,
but he's not telling us everything.
No, his type never does.
But he is worried, that's for sure,
which inclines me to want to go along with this
until, and unless, we hear otherwise.
But if he is right,
we can't let Dr. Jacobs get off this station.
Oh, don't worry.
If he's here, we'll find him.
I think I know
where to start asking some questions.
It's the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.
Then you do know him.
Know him? Michael, you ever consider
climbing out of the barracks sometime
and looking around at the world, huh?
Yeah, well, when people stop shooting at me.
Look, Dr. Jacobs is a decent human being.
He's a humanitarian.
I studied under him for two years at Harvard,
and a lot of us looked up to him as a role model.
When I was having trouble with xenobiogenics,
he was the only one
who took the time out to help me.
Might not even be here
if it hadn't been for him.
He's the best there is.
Stephen, the last time you vouched
for a doctor friend of yours,
we had three dead bodies,
half the station was trashed,
an ikarran war machine
was burning through decks
and shooting at everything.
Al right, fine.
You don't want my advice, don't ask for it,
but I'm telling you,
there's been some kind of mistake.
The Dr. Jacobs that I knew
would never sell out Earth.
Maybe he's not the same Dr. Jacobs you knew anymore.
You, uh, looking for anything in particular?
Uh, no, no.
Just, uh, just looking.
Uh, excuse me. I--
I hear that you're the man to talk to
about special orders.
Well, uh, it depends how special.
I need an identicard.
You got expensive needs.
Well, whatever it is, I'll pay for it.
No deal.
But you just said that--
no, I didn't say anything.
All I did was ask you a couple of questions.
That's all.
If it's the money, i--
no, no. You want it too much.
That means you're either working for security...
No, no, no, no.
Or you're on the run
from some really bad people.
Either way, I'm out of it.
Oh, no, please... Please, you've got--
[Whooshing sound]
Afternoon, Ambassador Kosh.
Just thought I'd make sure
you knew about the conference tomorrow
to discuss the Narn refugee problem.
I found myself near bay 13 earlier,
got a look at your ship.
It's an amazing piece of work.
Made me realize just how much
we still don't know about you,
your culture, your people.
And I was thinking
maybe we should spend some time together soon,
build some Bridges.
Work toward
a greater understanding of one another.
Why?
You tell me.
You're the one who popped in my dream
when I was in that alien ship
a few weeks ago.
It felt like...
I don't know. Like you called to me.
I sought understanding.
I listened to the song.
Your thoughts became the song.
Has this ever happened before?
Once.
Cranston: We'll operate in rotating shifts.
10 hours on, 10 hours off.
Have your squads check every level
down to the air ducts,
and as we clear each sector,
we'll place guards behind us
so that we'll be sure
that he's not doubling back.
With all due respect, sir,
what you're suggesting could take weeks or months.
This place is 5 miles long.
He could be hiding anywhere.
These will help cut the odds down a little.
All high-ranking Earthdome personnel
are injected
with a coded identification crystal
as a precaution against kidnapping.
Now, it emits a very low-level signal,
strictly short-range.
I've stationed guards with scanners
at all the docking bays.
He's locked in.
All we need to do
is close the noose.
Any problems yet?
No, sir. These guys are about as subtle
as a brick through a glass window,
but they know their stuff.
I'd hate to be on the wrong side
with this bunch against me.
Yeah, well, keep on top of them.
Just once I'd like to make it through a crisis
with a minimum of grief.
Sir?
It's just something I remembered I have to do.
Keep me posted on what Cranston
and his people are up to.
I'll check in with you later.
The General sent me.
I have a message.
You're in great danger, Captain.
We know what you've been told,
but Dr. Jacobs is not a traitor.
Then why is half the intelligence community
out looking for him?
Earth special intelligence is one of the few branches
under President Clark's direct control.
Jacobs represents a threat,
and he's using whatever resources he has
to stop it,
including you.
What's the situation?
Before President Santiago
was killed aboard Earthforce one,
Clark got off the ship,
claiming he had some kind of virus.
24 hours later,
Earthforce one is destroyed in an...Accident,
and Clark assumes the presidency.
Pretty damn convenient illness.
As Clark's personal physician,
Jacobs knew it wasn't true.
If he would ever testify to that effect,
it would help prove that Clark knew
what was going to happen.
But they couldn't allow that,
but if they killed him right away,
it would look suspicious.
So they kept an eye on him
until they figured it was safe for the good doctor
to have an accident.
We heard about it,
and we helped him escape.
It's not much of an escape.
He's trapped here.
This wasn't according to plan.
He was supposed to rendezvous
with his contact on io.
That meeting didn't go off.
They were closing in on him,
so he jumped the first transport he could find.
And came here.
So now you're improvising.
Terrific.
Cranston and his boys from e.S.I.
Have my entire security force
out looking for Jacobs.
If I pull them back now,
Cranston will know I've been tipped off.
And it'll expose everything
that we have started to build here.
I don't have any easy answers, Captain,
but it has to be done.
His testimony alone
isn't enough to bring up charges,
but it's a start.
We need to accumulate as much evidence as we can
so when we go public with this,
we'll hit the target,
because in this game, Captain,
you only get one shot.
Find Jacobs before they do.
Have him dictate a sworn statement
and get him off this station alive.
Fine. No problem. You want Mayo on that?
Captain.
I know, I know.
I just don't like the odds, that's all.
If we'd heard about this sooner,
we could have handled it quietly.
But now the whole station's involved,
and we'll have to circumvent our own people.
If the other side gets their hands on Jacobs,
they'll disappear him.
They'll do the same to anyone he talks to,
so whatever you're going to do,
I suggest you do it quickly.
Sheridan to Garibaldi.
Meet me in my quarters in 10 minutes.
You're going to love this.
So you'll notice a routine scan of the eye
shows the usual number of rods and cones
with the addition of small parameter cells
just before the optic bundle
designed for seeing into the ultraviolet frequency.
If you should have to operate on this area--
if you should have to operate on this area,
I recommend--
[babcom beeping]
Excuse me one moment.
Set up the scanners to move into the optic cavity
so we can proceed.
Yes.
Garibaldi: Hi, doc.
Just wanted to say happy birthday.
That's all.
What are you talking about? It's not my birthday.
Catch you later.
What the hell is--
[scanner humming]
Do you mind?
Let's go.
Computer, play back last message frame by frame.
Look for any abnormalities.
Computer voice: Stand by.
I'm, uh--
I'm nearly out of stims.
I have to keep moving.
If I fall asleep, they'll get me,
and, uh, if they get me,
I, uh...
I don't know if this will get to you, Mary, but...
I'm tired.
I'm just desperately tired.
I don't know who to turn to,
who I can trust.
[Clatter]
Man: Get your hands off me.
[Keypad beeping]
Hey! What the hell
do you think you're doing, man?
Hey, hold on, hold on.
You got something?
I don't know.
It's gone now.
Think we should report it just in case?
Yeah. Let's go. Come on.
Well, maybe now you'll admit
that you were wrong about Jacobs.
I didn't say I believed them.
Yeah, but you didn't say you believed me, either.
I don't believe anybody.
What a wonderful world you live in.
Yeah, well, the rent is cheap,
the pay is decent,
and I get to make my own hours.
Now, are you going to help me,
or spend the next two days analyzing my lifestyle?
All right, all right, go ahead. Go ahead.
My people reported
a blip on their scanners
about an hour ago in brown two.
Maybe it's Jacobs, maybe not.
Either way, it's a good place to start.
Now, we can't bring my people in on this
because the Captain doesn't want to place them in jeopardy,
and neither do I.
So we're going to have to go in after him ourselves...
Unofficially.
Which means you have to go up against
your own security force?
And it won't be easy. I trained them myself.
They're pretty damn good,
but I do have one advantage that they don't.
I've got you, and you know Jacobs.
And if anybody can help me find him, it's you.
Won't you be recognized?
Are you kidding?
First, I don't get into downbelow a lot.
And second, when I do,
they don't see me, they see the badge.
And, third, I have an excellent disguise.
Let's go.
Why is my life suddenly passing
in front of my eyes?
You don't belong here.
Your clothes say money.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Now, please, just get out of my way.
What is it--dust, guns?
You buying or selling...
Or running away?
That it?
Somebody chasing you?
Now why would that be?
Unless maybe you got something
somebody wants.
I don't want any trouble.
I'll pay you whatever you want.
Yeah, you will.
Why don't you just listen to what I say?
There's nothing of value in there.
Jacobs, on recorder: Mary, I don't know
if you'll ever get this,
but I wanted to...
That's personal.
Nice.
I could pick up a few credits for this one.
What's this,
a fake pocket?
You've been holding out on me.
Data crystal.
What's on it?
Names?
Account numbers?
Files?
There's nothing there that would interest you.
Everything interests me.
[Whistles]
Looks like a real antique,
not one of those knockoffs.
"Office of the President of the Earth Alliance"?
It was a gift.
I knew you didn't belong down here.
Keep him here.
Don't hurt him unless you have to.
I'm going to find out what's on here.
Maybe somebody will pay good money to get it back.
If not,
maybe somebody will pay good money for him.
Cranston: And we've made complete scans
of levels 1 through 15
starting with blue sector,
moving across to this part of brown sector.
He has to be in this area,
the area you call "downbelow."
Unless you've missed something.
Unlikely.
Your security forces are very efficient.
Good. The sooner we get him out of here
and into a nice, comfortable interrogation room,
the happier I'll be about the whole thing.
Yep. You're right.
He's got to be in downbelow.
Well, sir, you don't know that for sure.
Commander, where else could he be?
I mean, come on.
Next thing you'll be saying he's downtown.
I didn't see anything called "downtown."
Well, it's sort of the unofficial name
for this area right in here.
It's between the hull
and the water reclamation system.
It's pretty much the most unpleasant part
of the station,
not counting the methane bathrooms.
It's full of heavy machinery,
lead walls, and pipe all over the place.
Lead? That is just the kind of thing
he'd use to block the scanners.
You think so?
Cranston here.
Take the search team out of downbelow for now.
Check levels 50 and 51
between the blue and gray sectors
and post guards at all the entrances and exits
to downbelow.
Man: Confirmed.
Good thinking, Sheridan.
I'll keep you informed on what we find.
Downtown?
Seemed like a good name.
Those levels have been sealed, welded shut,
since the station went on-line three years ago.
Do you know how many pressure doors
they're going to have to burn through
in order to check the whole area?
47.
Not counting the 2 big ones on either side...
Of the waste recycling plant.
Mr. Cranston and his associates are going to be quite ripe
by the time they return from downtown.
With luck,
it'll buy Garibaldi five or six hours.
Let's just hope that's enough.
[Beep beep]
Sheridan. What is it?
Captain, one of the Ambassadors
is asking to see you.
Can it wait until morning?
I don't know, sir. It's Ambassador Kosh.
Captain, in the two years since I've been here,
Kosh has never asked to speak to anybody.
Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can.
Anything?
No. He thinks he may have seen someone
matching Jacobs' description a couple of hours ago,
but he's not sure. You?
Not much.
My people have already been over this section,
so they're skittish.
They don't want to answer too many questions.
It's funny how all the guards
disappeared so fast.
Captain?
Probably. I don't know how,
but if anybody could figure some way
to distract Cranston's bloodhounds, it's him.
Come on. Let's sit.
Sit? Wait. I thought we were supposed to be
looking for Jacobs.
We have been walking for six hours.
My feet hurt.
It's probably midnight or 1:00 topside.
Every cop knows you got to keep your strength up
on a stakeout,
so I strongly suggest you eat something.
You're a doctor. You should know better.
So, you and, uh, Jacobs go back a ways, huh?
Yeah.
Before the big war.
Best teacher on campus.
Been everywhere.
We used to spend all day between classes
talking about all the things he'd seen.
Quite a time.
Earth had beaten the Dilgar,
and we were setting up outposts all over the place,
looking to the future with that reckless enthusiasm
you have when you're 22,
when your whole life is ahead of you.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember.
Back then it was like some long summer night--
crazy, innocent,
optimistic as hell, but...
I don't know.
Somewhere along the line,
we lost something somewhere.
I think we lost interest in the future
when all the things
we were told were coming finally got here.
Wasn't what we thought it was going to be.
It's like when you keep bugging your folks
for that one special toy for Christmas,
and when you finally get it,
it's not as great as the vids made it look.
Just doesn't run right.
And you're so disappointed,
you shove it in the closet, you never take it out again.
Maybe somebody should have labeled the future,
"some assembly required."
Finest workmanship. This is a real antique.
I'm talking 19th, 20th century.
It's something--
hey, what are you doing?
This is Jacobs'. I recognize it.
Where did you get this?
I bought it. What's it to you?
Hey, you want to buy it, you make me an offer.
No, no, no. Who sold it to you?
Some guy. I don't know.
What'd he look like?
What am I, a camera?
What you're gonna be is a smear on the deck
if you don't answer my friend's question.
I don't want any trouble here.
I just buy merchandise.
I don't ask where it comes from.
Station rat like you
always knows who he's doing business with.
Now, I want a name,
and you're going to give it to me.
I don't give out names.
It's, uh, bad for business.
So's having your eyeballs spooned out
and served on toast.
Now make up your mind and make it up fast
because it is getting awfully close
to my breakfast time.
Sir, there's someone on the line
who says he's seen Jacobs.
Put him on.
I understand you have something
for me, mister...
Who I am doesn't matter.
But I heard a few things,
and I think I got the guy you're looking for.
Where is he?
Safe.
He'll stay that way, too,
but I want a finder's fee.
10,000 credits on delivery.
I think I can arrange that.
Good. I'll call you
when I'm ready to make the exchange.
You wanted to see me?
You wanted to see me.
Well, I guess everybody does,
to see what you really are
inside that encounter suit.
They are not ready.
They would not understand.
Am I ready?
No. You do not even understand yourself.
Could you help me to understand you?
Can you help me to understand you?
Well, I can try.
Is that what you want,
an exchange of information?
I tell you something about me,
and you tell me something about you?
No. You do not understand.
Go.
Dammit, what do you want?
What do you want from me?
You know, ever since I got here
I've had the feeling
that you've been watching me.
The record shows
you hardly ever went to council meetings
until I showed up.
When I was captured, it was you
who reached out and touched my mind.
And now you call me here. Why?
Just to throw me out?
Are we just toys to you?
Huh? What do you want?
Never ask that question.
At least it got a response out of you.
So what'll it be, Ambassador?
I will teach you.
About yourself?
About you. Until you are ready.
For what?
To fight legends.
[Knock on door]
Max?
Inside.
Nice and slow.
There he is.
Untie him.
Don't move.
Come on, doc. Hurry up, will you?
Uh! Ah.
Uh!
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Come on, come on, we got to get out of here.
Go on.
Uh!
Come on.
Stephen--
no, no, no names
until we're topside, all right?
We've been sent to find you.
You're safe now. You're safe.
No, that doesn't matter.
It's that other man. It's that Max.
He's got a data crystal.
It's crucial evidence.
Copies of all the examinations I made
of the President.
Ah, nuts.
Ok, doc. Change of plans.
You got to get him out of here.
No, no. I'm going to wait for you, right?
You're the only one that knows the back way
out of here around those scanners.
We can't afford to lose you. Come on!
You won't.
We don't have time to argue about this.
There's an old storage locker one level up.
You wait there. I'll get the crystal.
Come on.
Chase.
[Mumbling]
Hey, Max.
Give me the data crystal.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Look, uh...
I don't have time for this.
That's because I've had a really bad day.
And I'm in a really bad mood.
In fact, I'm damn cranky.
So why don't you give me the fraggin' data crystal
before I start to get surly,
which is something that you really, really...
Really don't want.
I've checked the station logs.
I noticed that twice before,
you've used the internal scanners
to pinpoint a radiation source
inside Babylon 5.
And it took a lot of rewiring to make it work.
Yes, but it is doable.
I'd like to know
why you didn't mention this possibility
when we first came aboard.
Captain, we've run into a little crisis
with Dr. Franklin.
He needs to see you as soon as possible.
If you will excuse me, Mr. Cranston.
This will only take a moment.
Very well. Perhaps you can answer my question.
I want to know why I was not told
about the internal scanners before,
and how long will it take
to interface it with our system
now that I do know?
A--you didn't ask.
B--we don't know the systems are compatible.
C--assuming they are, 2.3 hours.
D--at an early age,
someone should have told you
you can attract a lot more flies with honey
than with vinegar...Sir.
Well, there it is.
It contains the records of my examinations
of then vice President Clark
before and after he supposedly
contracted a viral infection.
I've already given Mr. Garibaldi
the code to unlock the data.
And they show no indication
that he was suffering
from any kind of medical problems?
None. Which helps us prove
that he deliberately did not want to be
on Earthforce one
just one day before it exploded.
We'll also need to get a statement from you--
ow! Do you mind?
You were his teacher.
What did he get in first aid class?
4.0.
3.7.
What?
Ow!
Forget it. Never mind, all right?
Forget I asked.
Look, if you want better treatment,
we could go to medlab.
I'd just have to answer too many questions.
Just try to keep both arms the same length, all right?
Sheridan: We've still got one other problem
facing us, people.
Cranston's figured out
that they can patch their scanners
through our system.
Nuts!
What does that mean?
It means that as soon as they're on-line,
they can just flip a switch
and see where you are.
Franklin: Is there any way
we can get him off the station?
Not a chance.
They've got every single docking bay covered.
Not entirely correct,
Mr. Garibaldi.
He's got a plan. I can tell.
He's got that look.
Internal scanners are now configured with yours.
Just double-checking the interface
to be sure it's working properly.
Commander, Ambassador Kosh
requesting permission to depart.
Sheridan: Tell him to wait.
Begin scan.
Scanning, aye.
Computer: Scanning complete.
Subject not found.
What?
That's impossible.
Are you sure the interface is working properly?
Ivanova: Five by five.
It's reaching every level at full strength.
The only reason he wouldn't show up,
is if he isn't here.
Sheridan: Mr. Cranston, I took you at your word
that Dr. Jacobs was here.
If you've turned my entire station
upside down for nothing--
Ambassador Kosh again requests permission--
fine, fine. Tell him he can go.
I don't understand it.
Our best information said that he was coming here.
And the man who tried
to sell me the information--
around here, if you offer to pay
for something or someone,
you'll get 10 people claiming to have it,
and they'll try to scam you out of the money.
Ambassador Kosh ready for jumpgate sequence.
Ok. Tell him he can--
Cranston: Just a minute!
Now, I was not informed about a launch.
The Vorlon Ambassador's ship is in bay 13.
No one goes there except him.
I want the ship scanned before it's allowed to jump.
Maybe you didn't hear me.
That's an Ambassadorial vessel.
He won't know. I want it scanned.
Now, that should not be a problem for you, Captain,
if there's nothing to hide.
Initiate scan.
Computer, analyze ship.
Are there any life forms present?
Computer: Confirmed.
One life form detected.
Is it human?
Computer: Negative.
Registering nonhuman life form.
Maybe we can call it back,
escort Ambassador Kosh off his own ship
and search it, even if it does mean
violating Vorlon territory.
I mean, I'm up for it if you are.
I'm sure it'd cause
a major diplomatic incident without cause.
It'd probably be all over the news
with everyone wanting to know
why we did it. But, still, I'm, uh...
No, no.
That's all right.
Let it go.
Commander Ivanova,
now that it's been established
that Dr. Jacobs is not
and never has been on Babylon 5,
I think we should do all we can
to help out agent Cranston.
Backtrack from Jacobs' last known position,
determine which other ships he might have--
might have boarded.
Give him their destinations, e.T.A.S,
anything he wants.
Mr. Cranston...
Now that you've finished turning my station upside down
with this wild goose chase of yours,
I expect you'll be leaving us
as soon as you have Ivanova's report.
You enjoyed that, didn't you?
Commander, how could you even suggest such a thing?
A foolish thought.
Oh.
Well, I'll forgive it...
This time.
Doctor. Good.
You've got everything, I assume.
Ready when you are.
So what do we do now?
He said wait until it recognizes us.
Look.
How does it know?
Same reason our scanners
indicated one alien life form
when Kosh was around.
It's what we've suspected all along,
but could never prove--
the Vorlons use organic technology.
That's a living ship.
Conscious.
Aware.
This should bring him out of the artificial coma
any time now.
I hated to do it, but the only way Kosh
would allow a human inside his ship
was in an unconscious state.
Uh.
Oh.
Dr. Jacobs, are you all right?
Yes, yes. Fine.
You know what was strange?
While I was asleep, the, uh...
The ship, it--it sang to me.
Do you have it?
Right here.
His testimony,
records,
all of it.
Good.
It's not enough to go public with yet,
but it's a start.
We'll get Jacobs onto one of our ships
as soon as possible.
Thank you again for your help.
You've just scored
a major victory for the good guys.
You should be proud.
Until next time, Captain.
There's always a next time, isn't there?
You better pray it stays that way, Captain.
Because as long as there is a next time,
at least there's a chance we'll win,
because in this war, Captain...
We need all the chances we can get.