Zack, what do we got?
Another 200 refugees in from sector 29.
We got 5 more ships due in
by the end of the day.
Now we're turning the healthy ones around
as fast as we can and sending them on
to the Narn home world, but the injured...
They fill up every bed in medlab.
If we even just ship out some of the injured--
no can do. Captain's orders.
They don't leave until they're fit to travel.
Chief, I understand how he feels.
You see them come through here.
You can't help but feel for them,
but we're swamped.
Now can't you at least talk to him?
Mr. Morden.
Vir.
I was expecting Ambassador Mollari.
He was recalled to Centauri Prime
for consultations about the war effort.
And how is your war going?
Why do you ask me questions
when you already know the answers?
Just making conversation.
Here. Sit.
Sit.
You don't like me, do you, Vir?
I find this surprising.
After all, my associates and I
are doing everything we can
to help your people reclaim their place in the galaxy.
I should think you'd be grateful.
Is there a reason you sent for me?
I sent for Ambassador Mollari,
but you're here, he's not, and it can wait.
If restoring the Centauri Republic
means nothing to you, what does?
What do you want?
I'd like to live just long enough
to be there when they cut off your head
and stick it on a pike
as a warning to the next 10 generations
that some favors come with too high a price.
I want to look up into your lifeless eyes
and wave like this.
Can you and your associates
arrange that for me, Mr. Morden?
Here's the information Ambassador Mollari asked for.
Give it to him when he arrives.
You can go now.
Mr. Morden.
Hmm?
Captain, you got a minute?
Yeah. Sure. What's up?
It's the Narn refugee situation again.
You got to give me some discretionary power--
I know, I know, I know. I thought we could handle it,
but there are so many coming through.
It's hard, Michael. They're a proud people.
To see them humbled like this is...
All right. Tell Franklin
to have his people separate out the injured.
Light cases get first aid only,
then load them on the first ship out.
Critical cases get taken to medlab
on a priority basis.
And the dying?
Medlab.
Earth Central will say
this is a waste of resources.
I won't have people dying cold and alone
on the docking bay floor.
Understood.
Yeah.
The, uh, Icarus?
Yes. It was a science vessel
my wife was on when she passed away.
I'd been putting off
sorting through the last of her stuff--
you know, what to keep, what to...Throw away.
Before she left, she sent me
a whole breakdown of the mission--
crew, personnel...
When they were supposed to come back.
I read about this when it happened.
I'm sorry.
Mind if I take a look?
No. There's nothing personal in it.
I mean, she didn't know anybody else on board.
Whoa. Wait a second.
I know this guy. I--I've seen him around.
That's impossible.
He was on the Icarus when it exploded,
same as Anna.
No, Captain. I know what I'm talking about.
I've seen him. He's alive.
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.
That's him, all right.
I never forget a face.
Morden. Same I.D. As on the Icarus.
He's supposed to be dead.
Why didn't the security net catch him?
Captain, come on.
We don't get every death certificate
from every Earth Alliance ship and colony.
Now if he'd broken any station rules
or got into any fights,
we would have run a full check,
and this would have come out.
He hasn't done anything to attract attention.
When was he last here?
Customs log shows... He arrived here 2 days ago.
Date of departure...
He's still here.
Find him. Bring him here.
I don't care if you have to seal off the whole station.
I want him found.
I want to know what he's doing here...
And why he's alive
when my wife and everyone else
who was on board the Icarus with him is dead.
[Doorbell rings]
Yes?
Miss Winters?
Pierce macabee. I sent you a note earlier.
Oh, yes. I just got it a little while ago.
I'm sorry.
We had a conference come through here,
and things have been a little crazy.
Not a problem. May I?
Uh, of course.
Thank you.
So, what can I do for you?
Well, actually, it's more a question
of what I can do for you, really,
and what we together can do for Earth.
I'm regional director
of the newly-formed ministry of peace--
or minipax, as we like to call it
'round the office.
We're trying to round up support
for a series of new programs we're launching.
What kind of programs?
Well, folks back home are awfully nervous
about all the fighting going on out here.
They need reassurance, you see,
an environment dedicated to peace, not war.
But we can never have peace with our neighbors
until we're at peace with ourselves,
so we at the ministry of peace are trying to find new ways
to do just that,
ways we can better help each other,
work with each other, and for the next 2 days,
I will be giving a series of presentations
in the lecture hall on Blue 6.
Just, uh, station personnel
and a few hand-picked others.
I've spoken to your superiors back home,
and based on their recommendations,
I'd like very much for you to come hear what we're offering.
Please say yes.
All right. I'll try.
Computer: Monitoring Narn patient 14.
Condition stable.
Monitoring Narn patient 15.
Currently undergoing surgery
to repair damage to cardiovascular system.
Monitoring Narn patient 16.
Condition critical but stable.
Doc. Doc.
I'm awake. What is it?
What is it? What? What?
I just downloaded your medical log.
You haven't slept for 36 hours.
Yeah. I--I've been kind of busy.
I took some stims to get me through.
They're no substitute for food or sleep.
Yeah, well, I've got work to do.
And a whole staff of doctors
who can do it just as well as you can.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
I'm not playing that game.
As of right now I'm relieving you of duty.
Report to your quarters and get some sleep.
6 hours minimum.
After that, report to the mess hall
and have something to eat.
I'll join you there. But--
I mean it. You're no use to me
or anyone else in this condition.
All right. All right, all right.
Here you go.
Identacard.
Oh. Of course.
Is there a problem?
No. No problem.
I'm going to have to ask you
to step over there for a minute.
Let me get these other people through.
It's just routine.
I thought you said there wasn't a problem.
Well, there won't be if you'll step over there.
I don't think that'll be necessary.
Nice shoes.
I'll admit my knowledge of the law
is somewhat limited,
but I believe it's tradition
if you're going to hold someone,
you should at least... Charge them with something.
Very pretty.
"Anna Sheridan."
Is this supposed to mean something?
...and departed station prime
a little over 5 weeks ago
on a planned 6-month scientific
and archaeological mission to the rim.
The last message received from the Icarus
gave no sign of the problem
that led to its unfort--
ah...
That.
Yes, I was on board the Icarus,
but I don't remember what happened.
I don't remember how I survived.
A passing transport found the wreck,
and I was outside, unconscious,
floating in an E.V.A. Suit.
I must have been outside working
when the Icarus exploded.
The shock and the trauma
wiped out my memory of what happened.
Why didn't you tell Earth Central
you were alive?
Well, it was months
before I could even remember my name,
much less file a report.
When I was back on my feet,
I sent a message to Earth Central.
I guess they never received it.
You're a damned liar.
I'm sorry you feel that way, Captain,
but there's nothing I can do about that,
so...if there's nothing else, I'd--
you're not leaving.
You can't do this.
Watch me.
You're going to have to charge me with something,
and last I heard, being alive is not a crime.
You seem to have forgotten something,
Mr. Morden.
Earth Central thinks you're dead.
Until I send them my report, you are still dead.
That means you've got no rights,
no legal recourse,
no one to miss you if you don't turn up.
You're playing a very dangerous game, Captain.
Could cost you your command.
139 people died
on board the Icarus, Mr. Morden...
Including my wife.
And here you sit, not a scratch.
Now something here doesn't add up.
I intend to find out what happened,
what really happened.
If necessary, you will sit here
for the next hour,
the next day, the next week,
the next month, the next year,
the next 500 years!
But you will not leave here
until I know... The truth.
Better?
You've been pretty quiet.
Did you get any sleep?
As soon as my head hit the pillow.
Just had some bad dreams, that's all.
About what?
Ah, it's nothing.
It must be something if it's bothering you.
Sometimes, before I fall asleep,
I close my eyes.
I see the face
of every patient that I ever lost.
They're always there, waiting for me,
right behind my eyelids, every night.
These past couple of days,
we've lost a lot of Narns, Susan.
This damn war with the Centauri.
I know. They just keep coming.
They're crammed into those refugee ships
like...sardines.
Sick, wounded.
By the time they get here,
half of them are...
Beyond hope.
Beyond help, yes.
Beyond hope...
Do you believe in God, Susan?
Um...i suppose.
I was raised a Jew. I went to temple.
I was bat mitzvahed.
I didn't ask how you spent your adolescence.
I asked if you believe in God.
Most of the time.
Do you?
I'm a foundationist.
I've never heard of that one.
Well, it's fairly new.
Only been around about 100 years.
One of a bunch that sprouted
after we'd made contact with aliens.
See, the idea is that God
is too big to be defined by words.
Sort of like zeno's paradox.
You can never really get anywhere
because there's an infinite number of dots
between you and the object.
The closer you get to defining God...
The further away it gets.
Ok, what does that have to do with this?
When a patient starts to slip away...
The minute he looks at you...
And his eyes grab hold of you
the way a drowning man
grabs hold of anything to keep from sinking--
I mean, afraid...
So afraid...
And then...
Just at the last,
it's as if they look past you
to something else,
and the look on their face,
it's like nothing you can describe.
And then...
Just as they look past you,
the moment that they look past you,
you can't help but meet their gaze
and, just for an instant,
you see God reflected in their eyes.
I've seen a lot of reflected gods today, Susan...
And I'm wondering how we can keep believing in them
when they've stopped believing in us.
What was the color of the transport
that found you?
We've been over this.
The color?
Gray.
2 hours ago you said white.
No, I didn't.
What was the ship's I.D. Number?
I don't remember.
Where did it take you?
It dropped me off at a med station
on the vega colony.
There's no record of you being there. Why?
That's because I was unconscious most of the time.
They didn't have much information.
How many days did it take to get there?
3, I think.
It's a 5-day jump to the vega system.
What was the doctor's name?
What was the I.D. Number of the transport?
What was the name of her Captain?
What happened to the Icarus?
I told you, I don't know.
I don't remember.
Well, you damn well better start remembering, mister,
because, by God, by the time I am done with you,
you will wish you had died on the Icarus!
In the last 10 years,
Earth has rebuilt its defenses magnificently.
We can protect our people from physical harm but...
Is that enough?
We cannot hope to make peace with other civilizations
until we have found peace with ourselves.
And that, quite simply,
is what the ministry of peace is all about.
Now, as Babylon 5 has an early warning system
to detect possible attacks, we at the ministry of peace
have created a system of our own.
We call it the night watch,
named after those brave citizens
who stood vigil in the darkness
against possible enemies.
It's a completely volunteer organization,
officially endorsed by Earth dome.
Members receive 50 credits per week
above and beyond their regular salaries
for services rendered.
What kind of services?
Well, mainly just to be present
wearing the colors of the night watch.
Raise public awareness.
Make them start thinking about peace,
about the way they treat one another.
I can't believe Earth would pay us
50 extra credits a week
just to walk around the station.
Correct. As the name implies,
you must also be watchful.
Peace can be made or broken with a gun, a word,
an idea, even a thought.
Now, those who work against peace
sow the seeds of discontent.
They plant false stories,
they undermine the public good.
It's not because they are necessarily evil.
It's because they don't know any better.
They're rejected, they're unhappy,
and they lash out in the only way they can.
So if we could be made aware of these problems
as they occur,
then we can find these people,
we can talk to these people.
We can embrace them again in the arms of society,
while, at the same time, protecting society
from misinformation and harmful ideas.
We're less interested in actions
than we are in attitudes.
We must help protect society
against its own worst instincts.
And by taking these bold steps,
we will help to ensure a better future for everyone.
I'm proud to be a part of it,
and I hope you'll all join me
in becoming part of the night watch.
I think I'm getting to him.
The more I pick his story apart,
the more it doesn't add up.
Captain--
all I need is one verifiable lie.
Captain, you've had this in here for over 10 hours.
You still haven't charged him with anything.
I'm aware of that, Mr. Garibaldi.
No, sir, I don't think you are.
Look, sometimes, when I'm out in the world,
yeah, I play things fast and loose.
But inside this office, I play it by the book.
This ain't even close.
I'll assume full responsibility.
You can't do that.
As head of security,
every prisoner is my direct responsibility.
I'm the one who's ultimately accountable.
It's my butt that'll be brought up on charges.
You can't look at him and tell me
you think he's legit!
He's hiding something!
Of course, he is.
So are half the people on this station,
but you can't go around arresting them for it.
His station record's clean as a whistle.
Look, I know you're doing this
because of your wife. I can understand that.
So let me cut him loose. I'll follow him around
until I can find something to charge him with.
I won't let him out of the box.
Not when I'm this close.
Hell, he might jump ship! I can't let that happen!
Damn it, Captain, you can't interrogate
someone for 10 hours without charges.
The regs say--
Mr. Garibaldi,
interpreting the regulations for a senior officer
can be considered an act of insubordination.
Ok, so, now what?
You going to charge me with insubordination?
Is that it?
You want to lock me up in the next cell?
You pull the trigger on this one, Captain,
you damn well better be prepared to back it up.
I just need more time, Michael, that's all.
If he knows what happened to Anna,
if--if he is somehow responsible for--
I'm sorry.
I can't let him go.
Well, I'm sorry, too...
Because I can't be here as chief of security
while something like this is going on.
Either it stops, or I resign--
effective immediately.
What'll it be, Captain?
You wanted to see me, Captain?
Mr. Garibaldi has taken a brief leave of absence.
That's short notice. He wouldn't--
uh, until his return,
I'm putting you in charge of the prisoner.
No one is to see him or talk to him.
Yes, sir.
Yes.
We've got Vir Cotto asking to see you, Captain.
It'll have to wait.
He says it's urgent.
[Sighs]
All right, all right. Um...
Tell him I'll see him in my office in 10 minutes.
[Beep beep]
This shouldn't take long.
Yes, sir. Anything else?
Find Talia Winters.
Bring her here.
I'm short on time, Mr. Cotto,
so if you'll please tell me, what is so urgent?
It's about... Mr. Morden.
You know him?
Well, Ambassador Mollari's had some dealings with him.
I have orders to ask for his immediate release.
So what makes you think we have him?
Well, he had an appointment to pick up some materials.
One thing about Mr. Morden is he never misses an appointment.
The station's records show that he didn't leave,
so I conclude that you must have him.
We do.
Ah.
We're holding him for questioning.
Regarding?
I'm afraid that's confidential.
Oh.
Nonetheless, Ambassador Mollari
has asked me to insist upon his immediate release.
He's an official guest of the Centauri Republic
and thus is eligible for diplomatic immunity.
Now that is an awfully long way
to go on behalf of this guy. Why?
What's he mean to Londo? Who is he?
He must have a lot of clout with the Centauri Republic.
But so far as he's told us,
he's just an ordinary trader.
I'm sorry, uh... That's an internal matter.
Oh. But I've told you
we are extending diplomatic immunity
to Mr. Morden, so please release him.
Diplomatic immunity only applies
when the subject is charged with a crime.
So far, Mr. Morden hasn't been charged.
We're holding him in, uh, protective custody.
Protecting him from what?
I haven't decided yet.
Good day, Mr. Cotto.
Captain, may I talk to you for a minute?
It's about this Morden.
Get in line, Commander.
I'm serious. I just spoke to Garibaldi.
I assume he briefed you?
He did.
Then you know everything you need to know.
No, I don't! Captain, listen.
As your executive officer,
it's my responsibility to notify you
if I think your behavior is becoming...
Irrational?
That's as good a word as any.
Thank you for your notification, Commander.
Now if you don't mind.
Captain, look, you're forcing me
into a position where I'm going
to have to report this! I don't want to do that!
Don't you understand--
I do understand, Commander!
I know how I look, I know how I sound,
but I have to do this.
For 10 years,
the only things that mattered to me
were my wife and my career.
When she died, she took the best part of me with her.
I survived by telling myself it was an accident,
like everybody said,
and focusing on the one thing I had left--my job.
And now, suddenly,
that's all turned upside down.
Maybe she was killed by that man sitting
in isolation right now.
If you were in my position,
would you let him go,
if you had that doubt in your mind?
Could you?
No, I couldn't.
Neither can I.
The other possibility is that if he is alive,
then maybe she is alive.
And either way, I have to know.
Because...
Without that,
nothing else means one damn.
Talia: I'm sorry, Captain, but I can't oblige you on this.
Psi-Corps rules prohibit unauthorized scans
in civil or criminal investigations.
How can it be unauthorized?
According to Earth Central records,
he is supposed to be dead.
Can a dead man object?
Captain you're trying to use the letter of the law
to defeat the spirit of the law.
Now if can get him to agree to a scan without duress--
he won't.
Then there's nothing I can do.
All right.
If you'll please wait outside
for just a minute?
Morden's in I-15, correct?
Yes, sir.
I imagine it's getting pretty ripe in there by now.
I want him moved to a holding cell--say...
23.
All right, but why?
And escort miss Winters back to her quarters...
Through Blue 7.
But sir,
that'll put her in the same hall as Morden.
They'll pass each other.
Yes... they will.
Aah!
I got her! Get him out of here.
You all right?
Are you sure you're all right?
I think so.
It was terrible...
Like falling into a bottomless well.
And cold. So cold.
And just for a second,
I thought I saw this...
What? Wh-what did you see?
A shape.
I--i don't know.
It was probably nothing.
Well, still, you should make a full report.
I think I just did.
Ms. Winters, for what it's worth, I'm sorry.
I didn't think--
Guess I had that coming.
I guess you did.
Hope it was worth it.
Well, her reaction tells me
there's a lot more to this guy
than even I thought.
And that's a start.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Look, can I give you a piece of advice?
Why not? Everybody else has.
I've seen what the death of a loved one
can do to people.
It's played out here every day.
It can destroy you by making you forget
that you're not alone.
Look. You and I,
our job descriptions are different.
But inside, we both carry the silly notion
that we can fix everything.
Well, we can't... And you have to face that.
But you don't have to face it alone.
Captain.
We have to speak with you
about Mr. Morden.
You must release him at once.
You, too?
The both of you?
Who is this guy?
Why is everyone so interested in him?
You will simply have to trust us, Captain.
If you don't release him quickly,
everyone here is in terrible danger.
No. Not until I get some answers
once and for all.
If this is the only way,
then we will give you those answers.
But be warned. Once you know his secret,
once you know what we have known
for the last 3 years...
You will never sleep well again.
Come, Captain.
The greatest nightmare of our time
is waiting for you.
There are beings in the universe
billions of years older than either of our races.
Once, long ago,
they walked among the stars like giants...
Vast and timeless.
And all the younger races
explored beyond the rim, created great empires.
But to all things, there is an end.
Slowly, over a million years,
the first ones went away.
Some passed beyond the stars,
never to return.
Some simply disappeared.
Delenn...
I-I'm sure this is all very interesting,
but what does any of this have to do with Morden?
Not all of the first ones have gone away.
A few stayed behind,
hidden or asleep, waiting for the day
when they may be needed...
When the Shadows come again.
Shadows?
We have no other name for them.
The Shadows were old
when even the ancients were young.
They battled one another over and over,
across a million years.
The last great war against the Shadows
was 10,000 years ago.
It was the last time
the ancients walked openly among us.
But the Shadows were only defeated...
Not destroyed.
A thousand years ago,
the Shadows returned to their places of power,
rebuilt them,
and began to stretch forth their hand.
Before they could strike,
they were defeated by an alliance of worlds,
including the Minbari...
And the few remaining first ones
who have not yet passed beyond the vale,
when they had finished,
the first ones went away...
All...but one.
There's still one of them left.
Where?
That is why Kosh cannot leave
his encounter suit: He would be recognized.
Recognized? By whom?
Everyone.
For centuries, the Vorlons stood alone,
the last remaining guardians...
Watching and waiting.
Then, last year...
I sent Kosh a message.
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."
"Yes" was the answer.
What was the question?
Have the Shadows returned to Z'ha'dum?
Z'ha'dum?
That's the world...
G'Kar's been warning us about all year.
Sheridan...learn.
Delenn: Icarus...
Your wife's ship...
Sent to investigate the ruins of an ancient race
no one has ever heard of before.
Kosh: Z' ha' dum.
We have a blip on the k-lens.
Roger that, 2.
We're sending an i-r team out there.
We'll keep scanning this sector
for information.
Check.
Harper, sir.
We're starting to advance
on quadrant 814.
And, uh...
The Icarus...
They--they found something.
They--they woke something up.
Yes. Once awakened, the Shadows
could not allow them to leave,
in case they might warn others.
Those who would not serve were killed.
But were they all killed?
Delenn, maybe...
Maybe some of them were kept alive as prisoners.
Anna might still be alive! Morden--
must be released.
After what you just showed me,
how can you ask me to--to let him go?
Because right now,
they do not know how much we know.
The last time, the Shadows lost
because they moved too quickly.
Now they are being careful,
gathering their forces slowly.
If you push Morden,
sooner or later,
he will tell you what happened.
Then he will be killed, and you will be killed.
The Shadows will move now,
before we're ready for them.
How are they going to know?
Because Morden is never alone.
Listen to me. Aside from the Vorlons,
we do not have the first ones to help us this time.
We are on our own.
We will have only one chance
to stop them,
and if we fail, billions will die.
There comes a moment when each of us
must pledge himself
to something greater than himself.
You told G'Kar he had to decide
between revenge and the good of his own people.
Now you must make
the same decision, Captain.
It will be the most important decision
of your life.
It's late, Captain.
You want to get some sleep?
Zack.
Sir?
You ever studied ancient history--
20th century, World War II?
Well...not really.
I always used to fall asleep
in history class.
The Germans had a secret code
they used for all their important messages.
It was called "Enigma."
What they didn't know was that the British
had cracked the code.
One day Churchill's people intercepted a message
authorizing the bombing of a city named Coventry.
Now, if they evacuated Coventry,
the Germans would know their code had been broken
and switch to another system.
And if that happened,
it could cost the allies the entire war.
If they didn't evacuate the city...
Hundreds of innocent men, women, and children would die.
So...what happened?
They kept the secret.
There was no evacuation.
And on November 14, 1940...
Coventry was destroyed.
The dead were...
Piled up like cordwood.
I--I've seen newsreels of Churchill visiting the ruins
a few days later.
And you could just...
See it in his eyes...
The knowledge of what he'd done.
He was dark...Haunted.
All these years, I've never been able
to get that image out of my head.
I'm glad it's a decision I don't have to make.
I don't think I could live with myself.
How many lives is a secret worth?
[Echoing vibrations]
What was that sound?
I don't know. We've been picking it up
now and then from the new cell.
We put a new microphone in there a few days ago.
But, well, I guess it's malfunctioning.
"Never alone," she said.
[Echoing vibration]
Can you adjust the monitor...
Scan on different wavelengths--
infrared, ultraviolet?
Yeah, I think so.
Do it!
[Vibrations]
Stop!
What?
What did you see?
Nothing.
Shadows.
Cut him loose.
Tell him...
It was all a mistake, and he can go.
You're sure?
Mm-hmm.
I cut him loose.
You were right. I was wrong.
Come on back to work.
What happened to change your mind?
I'd rather not talk about that.
I'm not so sure I like the sound of that.
Next time...
You'll listen to me?
Won't be a next time.
Ok.
Thanks.
Yo, Captain...
You're sure you're ok?
Yeah.
He all right?
I don't know.
What's that?
What?
Oh. Nothing.
I figured, what the hell?
Earth wants to throw around its money,
who am I to say no?
50 extra credits a week
to walk around
and do what I do anyway? Why not?
I let him go.
But there is a price tag attached.
You've been trying to help me
so we can understand each other.
That's not what I want anymore.
I want you to teach me...
How to fight them... How to beat them.
Because sooner or later, I'm going to Z'ha'dum.
And I'm going to stop them.
If you go to Z'ha'dum...
You will die.
Then I die.
But I will not go down easily,
and I will not go down alone.
You will teach me?
Yes.