Computer: Home run.
Fair ball.
Swinging like you've had a rough day.
You try an eight-hour session
with the league of non-aligned worlds.
They're thinking about banning both the Narn
and the Centauri from the corridor.
There's been a few incidents
around the trade gates.
Computer: Foul ball.
At least you didn't have to spend your day
in the triangle.
Triangle?
Gray sector.
Ever since B5 went on line,
there's been all kinds of stories about the place--
strange lights, weird noises, people vanishing.
Maintenance nicknamed it the B5 triangle.
Now they swear
there's something making their scanners go haywire.
Computer: Foul ball.
Anything to the stories?
Every station has its phantoms.
Personally, I've never seen anything down there,
but it is kind of creepy.
Computer: Foul ball.
Well, in that case,
I'll have to take a look for myself.
Why?
Curiosity.
When I was a kid, I used to love to wander
through all those creepy places--
haunted houses, forbidden paths,
Indian burial grounds. It was like candy.
I couldn't get enough of them.
Just don't go in there alone, ok?
Oh, that's half the fun of it.
[Ball whizzes by]
Computer: Strike three.
You're out.
Thanks.
No, no, no, Vir.
You can't even begin to compare
the compositions of trentara with those of Dorva.
But Londo, Dorva is fun.
Fun? Fun?
The man was a giant of Centauri opera.
His opening Aria
from Trovalli's Ducata...
Please.
This is one of the most brilliant,
soul-stirring pieces of music ever written.
[Singing in Centauri]
That's very commendable, Londo,
and you sing it quite well,
but it cannot stand beside
Trentara's Mi Quirva Tara.
[Singing in Centauri]
[Joins singing]
Oh, Vir...
They don't write them like that anymore.
How fitting you should die
with a song on your lips, Mollari.
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.
Who are you?
Your doom...
Paso Leati.
Paso Leati?
Urza?
Londo.
Urza!
How good it is to see your sad face again.
Yes. You almost saw it for the last time.
By all the gods,
never play a trick like that on me again.
Forgive me.
As always.
Vir, I want you to meet an old friend of mine.
This is Urza Jaddo.
Excuse me.
Vocator Urza Jaddo,
hero of the battle of Gorash
and the finest swordsman in the Coro Prido,
next to me, of course.
Urza, Vir Cotto, my attache!!.
Now we shall go back to my quarters,
open a bottle of fine Brivari,
and you shall tell me what happy miracle
has brought you here to Babylon 5.
Alas, I must decline for the moment.
The journey from Centauri Prime was long.
There are things I must attend to,
but later we will talk of many things
and drink deeply of your fine Brivari.
I look forward to it.
[Thudding crash]
Hey.
You all right?
[Beep beep]
Sheridan to Garibaldi.
Garibaldi.
Chief, I'm in grade 10.
I've just found a--
[static]
Chief! Chief!
Captain, I can't read you.
Send again. Send again.
Garibaldi, I can't read you.
There must be--
Garibaldi: Captain, you all right?
Yeah. I'm ok.
Just get down here as soon as you can.
Your epinephrine level's a bit elevated,
but that's consistent with a sudden state of shock.
Could use a little rest, otherwise you're fine.
Shock's a pretty mild word for it, doc.
I've been attacked by aliens before,
but never by dead ones.
So maybe next time you'll listen
when I tell you not to do something...
Sir.
No. I'd say the attack was a simple...
Postmortem reaction.
Dead bodies build up deposits of gas
which can cause them to emit sounds
or move as if they're still alive.
That's cute. A zombie with a gas attack.
Any idea what killed him?
Well, first glance I'd say massive head trauma,
but I'll have to do an autopsy.
Can you identify him?
Oh, that's easy.
His name's...
Sushna...
Something or other.
Yeah.
Shioshna.
Gesundheit.
Came in 3 days ago from the corridor,
registered a cargo.
Supposed to depart tomorrow.
He's been staying in the Marcab sector.
All right, you and I will go through his quarters.
Send a detail to check out his...
Captain?
Are you all right?
I just felt a little dizzy there.
Ha. Maybe the doc is right
about me needing some rest.
Ok, look. I'll handle the search.
You cop a little sack time,
and I'll let you know what we find.
[Humming]
So how long have you
and Vocator Jaddo known each other?
Oh, ever since we were children,
but our houses have been aligned
since the earliest days of the Republic.
Why does he call you Paso Leati?
In dueling societies,
it is customary for each member
to be given a fighting name
by his comrades.
They said I fought like a crazed Leati,
and so they called me Paso Leati.
Urza was known as Skal Tura,
the silent beast.
Those were great times, Vir.
We were young, proud, fierce,
bursting to prove ourselves
to each other and to the world,
as our ships ruled the spaceways,
and our power was rivaled
by that of the gods only.
Oh, great maker,
it was good to be a Centauri then.
Every generation of Centauri mourns
for the golden days
when their power was like unto the gods.
It's counterproductive.
I mean, why make history
if you fail to learn by it?
You know, Vir, you have
what the Earthers call a negative personality.
No, I don't.
There. You see?
Oh, delightful.
Urza will be pleased.
In the old days,
his capacity for Brivari was almost legendary.
[Door beeps]
Enter!
Paso Leati...
My heart leaps to see you again.
No more than does mine,
my good and dear friend Skal Tura.
The Brivari.
Yes, and you will not be disappointed.
Val'tu.
[Creature growling]
[Barks]
Lights.
[Growling]
What?
Captain?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You ok?
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm ok.
How did you get here so fast?
I was on my way with the forensics report
when e-systems picked up gunfire
in your quarters. Yeah.
What happened?
It was here. It attacked me.
What?
A grylor.
It's an animal native to janov 7.
I was stalked by one once.
It almost killed me.
I shot it.
Must have been a nightmare.
No, no, no, no.
No, it was no nightmare.
I saw it...
At least I think I did.
Hey, it happens. I mean, I once saw
a whole chorus line of purple wombats
doing show tunes in my bathtub.
Of course,
I was pretty drunk at the time.
Yeah.
Ahem. So what does forensics say?
Suicide.
Are you telling me
he bashed his own skull in?
Yeah. Against the pipe where you found him.
Doc mactaft would have his brainpan.
Any idea why?
No. Not a clue.
I mean, bioscans were all normal.
No, no. Maybe he was in a religious frenzy.
The Marcab have rituals
in which they lose all control of themselves.
It's possible, except those rituals
usually involve psychotropics.
This guy's system was clean.
Besides, why would he go to gray sector
to practice his religion?
I don't know.
You keep checking.
I want answers.
I'll be in c and c if you need me.
I kind of like it.
[Laughing]
And what about you?
Are you still married to marillia?
We are comfortable with each other.
She understands.
Well, I'm happy for you...
And jealous.
Oh, after all these years,
Paso Leati,
have you still not found love?
Oh, there was someone. A dancer named adira.
And?
It ended as all love does...
Badly.
Listen to me,
moaning about dead passions
like an old drunk.
You know what I need?
A drink.
Your name is spoken often
on Centauri Prime these days.
Oh, yes? And what do they say about me
when they speak my name?
That your star
is once again is ascendance,
as is the Republic's.
Well, it's about time.
Centauri have bowed to the whims
of other races for too long.
Now we will show the galaxy
our true spirit,
beginning with those...
Those thrice-damned Narn.
Emperor jurhan,
may the gods comfort him,
never wanted another war
with the Narn.
The Emperor was a good man,
but he was wrong about the Narn.
War with them was inevitable.
They have given us little choice in the matter.
The Narn did not start this conflict.
They were forced into it by a faction
within our own midst,
the same faction
who murdered Prime Minister Malachi
and put that infantile puppet kartagia
on the throne.
I was told Malachi took his own life
when the Emperor passed away.
That's the official story.
Many such lies are told nowadays.
Why do you tell me this, Urza?
A resolution...
Is about to be brought
before the Centaurum...
Declaring me and my house...
Traitors to the Republic.
No. You're joking.
They could never prove such a thing.
These days
the mere accusation is enough.
I am a marked man, Londo,
and if these villains have their way,
I will be disgraced.
And you know what that means.
And what do you want me to do?
You were always clever, Londo,
and house Mollari is still one
of the most respected of the noble houses.
If you stand with me...
I know I can save my family.
I'll do what I can.
I knew you would not deny me,
Paso Leati.
And now I must go.
Tomorrow I will arrange a banquet
to celebrate our reunion.
I thank you
for the fine Brivari
and your friendship.
Commander, everything in order?
Remarkably so.
It's beginning to worry me.
You always worry when things are going well?
I don't have time to worry about them
when they're not.
Jumpgate on line.
It's the arcati.
She's preregistered. Route her to bay 8.
What the hell?
Sir?
Anna.
Captain, what is it?
Station 6, go to hypertrack.
I want that whole area scanned right now.
What area, sir?
Captain?
Something wrong?
I, uh...
I have to see to something.
And then in c and c, I saw the icarus.
The icarus?
Yeah. It was a science ship
my wife was aboard.
I saw it explode as if I were there.
Doc, it happened over 2 years ago,
and I wasn't there.
Look, I have run you through every test that I know.
There is nothing wrong with you...
Organically.
Oh, great. Then I'm just plain nuts.
Well, anyone willing to command Babylon 5
has got to be slightly insane,
but I don't think that you're ready
for the asylum just yet.
Then what is wrong with me?
Well, it's possible you picked up
some kind of new Virus from the corpse,
something our scanners can't spot.
I know a good Marcab doctor.
I'll check with him.
There might be a simpler explanation.
7 months ago,
you were commanding a starship
on the rim, right?
Yeah.
Suddenly you're put in charge
of a small city in space
just as a major war breaks out.
Your diet changes,
your sleep is constantly interrupted,
you face a major crisis every other day,
and to top it all off
you're not sure you can trust
the very people who put you here.
Now that's a lot of stress.
Maybe you're sending yourself a message.
I'll put you on medical leave
for a few days.
Oh, no, no. Impossible.
I have a station to run.
Well, Commander Ivanova is quite capable of doing that.
I want you to relax.
Let other people handle things for a little while.
Give me your hand.
This is going to monitor any abnormalities
in your system functions.
And I'm also prescribing a mild sedative.
I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.
That is an order.
You know, you're just like your father.
Well, thank you.
Londo: Refa, at last.
Taking care of our mutual interests
consumes much of my time.
What can I do for you, Mollari?
I am told Vocator Jaddo
will be declared a traitor by the Centaurum?
He is a traitor.
Don't be a fool.
Urza may differ with a few politicians,
but he would never betray the Republic.
I will vouch for him personally.
Have you said this publicly?
It will not be necessary.
I want the resolution dropped.
It is already accomplished.
Well, then unaccomplish it.
Urza is a friend, more than a friend.
He is a dueling comrade.
My house and his have been allied
since the earliest days of the Republic.
I will stand up for him.
That is unfortunate.
I'm afraid the political repercussions
will be very grave.
House Jaddo is crumbling,
and anyone who defends it will crumble as well.
We'll try and protect you, of course,
but if your link with this man gets out,
you may no longer fit in with our plans.
I fit in with your plans?
Perhaps you are forgetting
who made your plan a reality,
and how it was done.
Mollari, if you insist on clinging
to the coat of a doomed man,
there is little I can do,
but I will try.
Yes.
You know, on rare occasions,
I am proud to be your attache!!.
Be careful, Vir.
Such compliments will turn my head.
Get me a drink,
then contact all my agents on Centauri Prime.
It's time I paid more attention
to what's happening on home world.
Computer: Foul ball.
Foul ball.
Captain.
Mr. Garibaldi.
Is there something wrong?
Nope. Just wanted to see how you were doing.
Better. A lot better.
I almost forgot what it's like
to just relax.
If you call 3 straight hours of batting practice relaxing.
Does the term "obsessive/compulsive"
ring a bell?
Holding pitch.
Yeah.
Did you find out
anything more about that Marcab?
No, not really. Every check confirms
that he was just your average business type.
But there is one thing.
He came through sector 14 on his way here.
Sector 14? Isn't that restricted?
That's right. Ever since the incident last year
with Babylon 4.
Babylon 4? I thought that was destroyed.
So did we till we got a signal from it.
Wait a second. I never read about this
in the station logs.
Well, that's because Earthforce decided to confiscate
all the records for their investigation.
B-4 was caught up
in some kind of weird space-time phenomenon.
We got its people off before it disappeared again.
But Earthforce believes
there's still some kind of anomaly out there.
Maybe the Marcab encountered it.
Anyway, it's all here.
I thought you said the, uh, records
were all confiscated.
I made a copy.
You never know when I might want to write my memoirs.
Thanks.
Keep your elbow up.
Oh, my.
Yes. Magnificent.
Urza always knew how to throw a banquet.
Come.
Urza.
Welcome, Londo.
You know Lord Vallo.
Good to see you again.
Londo.
Milady.
A month ago he would have grown horns
rather than speak to me.
He still may.
You must try the japalti.
Oh, yes. Please.
I brought it fresh from the home world.
Oh, really? Good. Good.
Yes. Look.
Oh, divine!
To us...
Old comrades well met.
And to the Republic.
To the Republic.
Quite an impressive parade of guests.
Nobles every one, hmm?
They are friends,
and when I announce our alliance
against those who seek to dishonor my house
and our Republic,
they will make sure word is spread
throughout the court.
It won't be necessary. I've taken care of it.
What do you mean?
You've asked for my help. I've given it.
No charges will be made against you or your house.
The resolution has already been brought
before the Centaurum,
and my sources assure me it will pass.
Well, that's not possible.
Lord Refa promised.
Refa?
What do you have to do with him?
He is a friend,
a man of great influence.
With his help, we--
I will get no help from that assassin.
It was he who had the resolution
brought before the Centaurum.
You must be mistaken.
Knowledge...
Is a basic tool of politics.
Mine is considerable.
But I never dreamed
you would be a part of his schemes.
Why, Londo?
I have a destiny to fulfill,
one which would take our people back
to a golden age.
We are Centauri, Urza.
We are meant to conquer,
to rule,
to build empires.
You, the hero of Gorash,
should know that.
I am an old hero,
and what I saw and did at Gorash
still haunts me in the night.
I do not want to return to that kind of glory, Londo.
You listen to me, Urza.
No one can stop this.
A new day is coming to our people,
a great day,
and I can help you be a part of it.
You cannot build an empire
based on slaughter
and deceit.
Jurhan knew that.
I thought you did, too.
Perhaps it is best that I go.
No, you cannot go yet.
I have a gift for you.
A kutari.
And a finer blade I have never seen.
It is the blade I carried at Gorash.
I meant it as a symbol of our alliance.
No. It is magnificent,
but I cannot accept it.
Then accept this,
Paso Leati.
By the laws of the Coro Prido,
I challenge you to the Morago,
Londo Mollari.
You would fight me to the death, Urza?
Yes. To save my honor
and my family
from your new friends.
Or have you become as cowardly as they?
I take your gift and your challenge
in the spirit in which they are offered.
Go. Make your peace with the gods
and return here in 2 hours.
Freeze frame.
Well, I'll be.
What do you want?
Ah!
Mom. Dad.
Yes.
[Beep beep]
Franklin to Sheridan.
[Beep beep]
Franklin to Sheridan.
[Beep beep]
Franklin to Sheridan.
What were you thinking?
You can't fight a duel to the death.
I must. Urza and I are Coro Prido,
proud knives.
It would bring disgrace on our house
if I were to decline his challenge.
Those noble friends of his would see to that.
Disgrace is preferable to death.
There was a time when I would agree with you,
but that time has passed.
Londo, this is insane.
Insanity is part of the times!
You must learn to embrace the madness,
let it fire you.
[Beep beep]
Garibaldi.
This is Dr. Franklin.
Do you know where the Captain is?
What's wrong, doc?
His med-bracelet monitored a strange neural surge
and then went dead. He's not answering his link.
I'm on it. Garibaldi to all officers.
I want a location on Captain Sheridan.
Commander, my board shows delta-1
prepping for launch.
Delta-1, why are you prepping for launch?
Delta-1, please respond.
This is Commander Ivanova.
Ivanova, this is Sheridan.
Captain? What are you doing?
I'm just going out for a little spin.
There's no need to worry.
I'll be back before you know it. I hope.
Authorization code, gamma 6-6-zed-9er.
[Beeping]
Override locking controls.
[Beeping]
Open bay doors.
Delta-1 is launching.
Ivanova to Garibaldi.
Londo...
I knew you would not disappoint me.
Do you really intend to go through
with this, Urza?
It is the only way.
I do not want to kill you.
In all our duels together,
you never could match me with a kutari.
In all our duels together,
my life was never in jeopardy.
You'll find I set great store by it.
Garibaldi: Delta-2 to delta-1.
Do you read me?
Garibaldi, is that you?
It's one and the same.
Mind telling me what you're doing?
I'm giving someone a lift.
I think.
Want to explain that, sir?
I haven't quite got it all figured out myself,
but I think you were right.
The answer's in sector 14.
Sector 14? But that's...
Yeah, I know.
Lucky me.
The Morago is declared and accepted.
Draw your swords with purpose...
And sheathe them with honor.
Oh, Skal Tura.
[Grunt]
[Beep beep]
Yeah, this is the place.
Computer, scan for any unusual phenomena.
Computer: Unable to comply.
Sensors malfunctioning
due to high level of tachyon particles.
What the hell--
Aah! Aah!
Holy jumpin'!
Captain!
Do you read me?
Captain Sheridan, do you read me?
Captain!
Computer, lock on to delta-1.
Prepare to grapple.
Computer: Unable to lock on.
Signal unstable.
Damn it.
Remind me to leave you home next time.
All right. We can do this ourselves.
All right. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Nice and easy.
That's it!
Yeah! All right!
Reverse thrusters. Full power.
You can get us out of here.
Babylon 5, it's Garibaldi...
Bringing our wandering Captain home.
Age has not dimmed your skill, Paso Leati.
Nor yours, Skal Tura.
Let us end it then.
Aah!
Londo!
The first stroke...
Paso Leati.
Why did you make me do this, Urza?
My family,
I could not let them share my disgrace.
But this way, I die with honor.
And you will see they are protected?
Yes, yes. I promise it.
I will guard them... As if they were my own.
Thank you...
Old friend.
I will miss you.
It was a life form.
Sentient, but completely alien.
But what was it doing in your head?
It was trying to survive and go home.
He must've come through that rift in sector 14
and somehow wound up in that Marcab's body.
It drove him mad.
How did you figure out what it wanted from you?
The images I got-- fear, loss, home.
Somehow it was sending me a message,
and touching deep emotions in me
which mirrored its own state.
I was actually seeing what it felt.
This is fantastic. For this creature
not to show up on my scans,
it'd have to be completely different
from every alien species we know.
Possibly gaseous in nature
or maybe even pure energy.
And yet, somehow it made
an empathic connection with you.
I think he's excited.
Excited? We could be discovering
a whole new life form here.
Since you helped it,
do think we might be able to contact it again?
No, thanks. I prefer to be only slightly insane.
Yeah. Don't we all?
I've made the arrangements you requested
for Urza's family.
Londo?
That's very good, Vir. Thank you.
Londo...
You had no choice.
He would've killed you.
He could've killed me anytime.
He was right, you know.
I never could best him with a kutari.
But my death would not have saved his family.
I don't understand.
By the laws of the Morago,
the Victor must accept
the loser's family as part of his own.
They're house Mollari now.
They cannot be harmed
by the resolution passed against Urza.
He sacrificed himself.
[Sighs]
I have made many choices lately, Vir.
And today, for the first time...
I'm not sure those choices were right.
Perhaps some good
has come out of this tragedy.
It's not too late
to make some new choices.
No.
The blood is already on my hands.
Right or wrong...
I must follow the path...
To its end.
But Londo--
you can go now, Vir.
I want to sleep...
If I can.