Good morning, Ambassador.
Captain.
I didn't know you read universe today.
After our last encounter with your reporters,
I felt that I should be more prepared in the future.
I find this notion of the press...
A fascinating, but sometimes troubling concept.
Ha ha. Join the club.
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Yes.
You know, while this incessant curiosity
may seem necessary to you,
Minbari respect the privacy of others
by not prying into their affairs.
To express undue curiosity...
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Do you wish to accept edition anyway?
Uh, yes. Yes, I do.
"Eye on Minbari"?
It is good to know
what your people are thinking
and saying about my people.
Oh...
And, uh...
I often learn things about my own world
before I'm told what I need to know
and no more.
Derek.
Is that you?
Lee?
I made it. I told you I would.
I did it, Derek.
I got the info.
We'd better get you to the hospital.
No. There's no time. It's all here.
Get it to them, Derek.
Get it to--to Babylon 5.
Tell...
Tell them it's not safe.
There's danger within.
Tell them...
[Man] You men go up ahead. You two, over that way.
[Second man] O.K. I don't see him here.
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...
Good morning, Mr. Garibaldi.
Captain. Sleep well?
Yes. Actually, I got up early this morning,
took a walk in the garden.
You know what I miss,
what I haven't seen in almost four years?
What's that?
Trees.
Well, we've got a whole bunch of fruit trees
in the orchard.
No, no. It's not the same.
I'm talking big, honkin', solid massive trees
that have had their roots deep in the Earth
for centuries.
You know, redwoods, firs, pines...
Trees--you know what I'm talking about?
I miss 'em.
Uh-huh.
All clear?
All right. So what's up?
I was wondering if you gave any more thought
to what I mentioned last night.
About Talia?
She could be a great resource for us.
Exposing the coup back home
means going up against some pretty big guns,
and we're gonna need all the help we can get.
Maybe you're right.
She was as upset about the death of the President
as anyone else.
I can't see why she wouldn't want to help us.
Set up a meeting in a few days?
Yeah.
O.k.
It's hard to believe it's taken us so long
to get to this point.
2 years.
Well, you didn't exactly make it easy.
Me? how about you?
I'll have you know I've been nothing
but compassionate and understanding.
I mean, all you had to do was admit
that you were wrong and I was right,
and everything would've been fine.
You are the most stubborn.
[Beep beep]
Ivanova here.
You're needed up in C&C, Commander.
A ship came in through the jumpgate
a few minutes ago.
But now it's just sitting there.
On my way.
I'm sorry.
That's all right. I was finished anyway.
I have to find a place to stay tonight,
so I better get to it.
What's wrong with your quarters?
There's some kind of a problem
with the air recycling system.
I've called around, but practically
everything on the station
is booked up.
I can try brown sector--
not a good idea.
Look, um, if you want,
why don't you just come over to my quarters tonight?
Oh, I couldn't.
No, it's not a problem.
I'd like the company.
Are you sure?
What'd I just say?
All right. All right.
Thanks.
I'll see you tonight.
O.k.
Definite carbon scoring on the hull.
She's been hit by something.
Unidentified ship, this is Babylon control.
Please respond.
Anything?
Negative.
Still registering one life form.
All right, let's bring her in
and see what's inside.
Better have a med team there.
[Garibaldi] Hey, doc.
Any luck tracing the ship's I.D.?
No...which leads me to think
it's probably a bogus serial number.
Have you reported it yet?
No. Not until I know a little bit more
about what's inside.
Dr. Franklin, confirm one passenger.
She's unconscious, injured, but alive.
Bring her in.
Yes, sir.
Dr. Franklin to medlab-1.
Prepare to receive one patient. Human.
Extent and cause of injuries unknown.
Confirmed. standing by.
You want me to call you when she's awake?
Yeah, sure.
I'll let the Captain know the situation
soon as i-- wait a second. Hold up.
I know her.
It's--it's Lyta.
[Dr. Franklin] Who?
Lyta Alexander.
She was the first commercial telepath
assigned to Babylon 5 a little over two years ago.
She arrived January 3, 2257.
She left about six weeks later.
Hmm. Didn't last long.
Was there a problem?
Yeah. I suppose you could say that.
She arrived here the day before Ambassador Kosh came aboard
from the Vorlon empire.
Only, somebody tried to kill him
as soon as he stepped off his ship.
Lyta agreed to scan him to try to save his life.
She couldn't see what was inside his encounter suit,
but she did get manage to get into Kosh's mind,
the only human who's ever done it and survived.
What'd she see?
She thought she saw Commander Sinclair
trying to kill Kosh.
Turns out it was somebody using a changeling
to impersonate him.
Still, the accusation almost ruined his career.
And you haven't heard anything from her since?
She and the doctor who operated on Kosh
were recalled to Earth a few weeks later.
After the scan, she was never quite the same.
It's hard to explain,
but from that day on,
she was never quite right anymore.
[Coughing]
It's all right. You're safe.
You're on Babylon 5.
Oh...
Take it easy. You've been through a lot.
Are you in any pain? Is there anything you need?
I can do it!
I want to see the Captain.
Yes, well, all in good time.
This can't wait!
Yes, it can.
I want to see Captain Sheridan now!
And the rest.
I want to see everyone all together.
I don't want to be alone with any of you.
Just give him a message.
Tell him that someone here-- one of you--
is a traitor,
and I can prove it.
What I'm about to tell you
cost two good men their lives...
And nearly cost mine.
This place is important to a lot of people,
more important than you could possibly know.
So I had to come back to warn you.
Warn us about what?
I imagine Mr. Garibaldi has already
filled you in about me.
That you were stationed here for a while,
a couple of years ago.
That you scanned Ambassador Kosh,
and no one's heard from you since you left.
They wanted to know what I saw in Kosh's mind.
There wasn't anything more than what I reported,
but they didn't want to believe me.
There was just the memory of his attack...
And a feeling.
What kind of feeling?
It's not something I can put into words.
I've tried for two years, and I still can't do it.
But they wouldn't accept that.
Finally, six months ago,
I escaped the Psi-Corps on a shuttle bound for Mars.
Since that time,
I've been trying to get into Vorlon space.
Vorlons don't allow anyone inside their borders.
Those who try don't come back.
I know.
But ever since I touched Ambassador Kosh,
I've been drawn there.
Sooner or later, I'm going to make it.
And they'll let me in. I know it.
While on Mars,
I got involved with the revolutionary movement.
I had to pay my way,
and someone's always willing to hire a good telepath.
Seven days ago...
One of our best people was murdered on his way back
from an intelligence gathering operation in Syria planum.
That's interesting.
Psi-Corps has a research center there.
Our agent found out about a secret Psi-Corps program...
A sleeper program.
They bring someone in and work them over
with drugs and deep scans to create a new personality,
a personality suited to their needs.
This personality is then submerged
so far into the subconscious
that it won't show up, even on a deep scan.
But it's always there--
watching, listening, spying--
until the day the password is sent telepathically.
It can't be just spoken.
It has to be sent directly into the brain.
At that moment, the real personality is destroyed...
And the implanted one takes control...
Permanently.
So, until then,
someone could be a spy and not even know it.
Correct. They've apparently used this technique
to plant moles in several government agencies,
including Babylon 5.
We don't know who's been infected,
but someone here is not what he or she appears.
Our guess is that it's someone on the command staff,
or close to it,
since the mole would be looking for vital information.
All we have is a code name--control.
I'm sorry. This is nuts.
Do you really expect us to believe you?
I mean, how do we know you're not just
making all of this up?
Because I have the password.
Captain, I realize you don't know me,
and you've got no reason to trust me,
but I can prove what I've said.
With your permission,
I can send a telepathic probe into the minds of your staff,
one at a time.
I won't scan, won't read,
won't do anything to invade your privacy.
I will just send the password
and see what happens.
My people will object, properly,
to having their loyalty questioned.
It's not a question of loyalty.
Whoever it is doesn't know they've been programmed.
They won't know I'm sending to them,
so you won't have to tell them.
Just get me on the line of sight.
I'll take care of the rest.
All right. We'll discuss it
and get back to you later.
Don't take too long, Captain.
The implanted personality is conditioned
for self-preservation.
It will react to anything it perceives as a threat,
and as of right now, that is me.
So until this is over, with all due respect,
I don't want to be alone with any of you.
And you may want to keep an eye on each other,
while you're at it.
Thanks for the thought. Now, if you don't mind,
I'll have a security guard--
no, two security guards--
take you to a holding cell
until we decide what to do about this.
Guards.
Yes, sir.
Take her to holding.
Yes, sir.
This way, please.
Comments, anyone?
Does the phrase "no way in hell"
ring a bell?
Captain.
I, um, was wondering if you had time tomorrow
to discuss where we are in food shipments
to Narn outposts?
Yes, of course. Of course.
Just let me know when.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Actually, I'm not fine.
It's been one hell of a day, Ambassador.
Do you wish to talk about it?
No.
Why is it, every time
you finally get things calmed down
and everything's going great,
life decides to kick you in the butt?
But what?
What?
You said that life decides to kick you, but...
No. No, it's, um...
It's a part of the body.
It's, um...
Oh, you have the damnedest gaps
in your vocabulary.
Well, in preparing to come here,
I was not taught the more colorful aspects
of your language.
It was considered inappropriate
for one of the religious castes.
Yeah, well, you're missing out on a lot.
So I gather.
But...but?
I but, you but, he or she buts.
No. No, it's...
But-but.
But-but?
You sound like a motor boat.
Motor-but?
I do not think I like the sound of that.
Well, I don't blame you. I'm against the whole idea.
Then we are in agreement.
Abso-fraggin'-lutely.
There, you see.
What?
Something has gone your way today.
It's the way the universe works.
Wait just a little while,
and the wheel turns.
Thank you.
[Beep beep] Captain.
[Beep beep] Captain Sheridan.
Yes, Mr. Garibaldi.
I finished that background check you wanted.
Uh, yeah. I'll be right there.
Well, I have to go.
Well, uh...
Good day, Captain.
Good day, Ambassador.
Good day.
I checked out her story as far as I could
without raising any red flags back home.
Doc Franklin's contacts inside the underground railroad
confirmed that they helped her get off Earth,
so that much tracks.
Unless she's a plant.
Hell, she could have been sent here
to cause exactly this kind of problem.
Well, it's possible but not likely.
That's not her style.
Come on, Michael, you don't know her well enough
to be sure about that.
She was only here a few months,
before they yanked her back home, and remember,
it was because of her,
that Sinclair was almost convicted of a crime
he didn't commit.
I know, I know,
but it's just a-- a gut feeling.
Everything in me says she's telling the truth.
O.k., say you're right.
What about your second?
The one who shot you in the back
last new year's Eve?
Maybe that's what she heard about.
Maybe he was this control.
That's possible.
She'd have no way of knowing he was gone.
Exactly. If she was telling the truth.
And that's one hell of a big if.
Hmm.
Look, it's late. We've been going at this all day.
I want to sleep on this before we make a decision.
It's waited this long. It can wait a few more hours.
Have you talked to Ivanova
any more about this?
No. She's still on a rampage.
You know how she is
about letting any telepath near her.
She'll get over it, huh?
Yeah. Ha ha.
[Cabinets slamming]
That's one cabinet
that will never threaten us again.
I'm sorry, I just--
it's been one of those days.
You like your shower?
It was glorious.
I haven't had a real hot-water shower
in ages.
Want some tea?
I'd love some.
Talia...
Did you ever know a telepath named Lyta Alexander?
Uh...
Yes.
She was a year behind me at the academy.
We spent six months together in an intern program
working for different parts of the corps.
Why?
Well, do you think...
That she's someone you could trust?
I guess so.
But you're not sure.
Susan, it was a long time ago.
She was very nice, very...Sweet.
We were close at one time.
And I suppose people can change, but Lyta?
No, I just don't see it happening.
You said you both interned with the corps.
Which department did she intern with?
Psi-cops.
When she found out she didn't like it,
she changed departments,
became a commercial teep like me.
Oh, "teeps,"
it's sort of an in-joke around the corps.
Teeps for telepaths, teeks for telekinetics.
What's wrong, Susan?
Damn it, Talia, I don't know who I can trust anymore.
It's funny. I've felt the same way lately.
So I've come to the decision
that there's only one person on this station
that I can trust implicitly.
You.
I got a job for you.
There's a special prisoner in holding cell 8--
Lyta Alexander.
When things quiet down, I want her transferred to 15.
There's a decent bed in there,
and she may be with us for a while.
Will do, chief.
Hey, are you still flacking for night watch?
Hey, it's easy money.
As long as ministry of peace
is gonna keep paying for us to wear these things,
I'll keep wearing them.
Ma'am...
We're supposed to transfer you
to a better facility
so you can get some sleep.
Thanks. I could use it.
This way, please.
Aah!
Get behind me.
Oh!
In here. Come on.
You've had no sign of her since last night?
No, sir. How are the guards?
One dead, the other got hit pretty hard.
Second-degree PPG burns to the arm and chest.
Didn't see who did the shooting,
but it was pretty clear Lyta was the target.
Great. This is just great.
You know, I almost had myself convinced
that she was wrong,
and now this happens.
Captain, with all due respect,
this still does not prove anything.
No? Who knew she was here, huh?
You, me, Garibaldi, Franklin,
and a few other people.
So who pulled the trigger?
I don't know.
Neither do I, and that's what's bothering me.
Lyta said this artificial personality
was programmed to defend itself.
If that's true, then whoever tried
to kill her
probably doesn't even remember.
It could be anyone.
Michael, this is serious.
I want her found
and placed under protective custody
till we get to the bottom of this.
One other thing--
with this latest incident,
I am leaning toward letting her perform
a telepathic probe.
Captain, I wouldn't submit to a scan
to prove my loyalty last year, and I won't submit--
this isn't going to be the same thing!
She's not going to be scanning anyone
or invading their privacy.
She's just going to send the password.
I don't want--
look, Susan, I know how you feel, all right?
If someone on staff has been compromised,
we need to know that.
Our careers, our lives are on the line here.
Now, we have to know we can trust each other,
or we are dead.
And we can't do that as long as this is
hanging over our heads.
It's the only way we can be sure...
Assuming she lives long enough to try it.
And I have reconsidered your offer
to open up trade relations with the lumati.
Um...
I--i regret, however,
that under present diplomatic circumstances...
[Telescreen beeps]
Receive.
Ambassador Delenn?
Yes.
[Sighs] I don't know if you remember me,
but I mediated some business deals for you
about two years ago.
Of course. Lyta, yes? Lyta Alexander.
Are you back on Babylon 5?
Yes. I am sorry for imposing on you at this hour.
But I need your help.
Can you meet me in brown 3 in, say, an hour?
I think so.
Are you in some kind of trouble?
Ambassador, I think I'm in just about
every kind of trouble there is.
I'll meet you in an hour.
Oh, Susan, good. I was hoping to see you.
They finally fixed the air recycling system,
and I can go back to my regular quarters.
If I can get my things...
Of course.
We didn't have much of a chance
to talk this morning.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, fine.
I've just got a lot of things
on my mind right now.
You want to talk about it?
Not now. Maybe later.
I woke up last night, and you were gone.
I needed some air.
Like I said,
I've got a lot of things on my mind right now.
Things are changing so quickly.
Are you sure there's nothing I can do?
I don't think there's anything anyone can do
for me right now.
I've--
I've hidden things, Talia.
We all have secrets.
Yes, but mine might come back and haunt me.
After you tell someone
that you've been lying to them for years,
maybe even putting them in jeopardy,
how are you supposed to look them in the eyes again?
All I know is you're surrounded
by people who care about you.
There is nothing you could say
that would be so terrible
that they would turn away.
I don't know about that.
This one is a real doozie.
Maybe.
For what it's worth,
I'm here for you...
If you need me.
Captain...
Captain, I need to talk to you for a moment.
I'm in kind of a hurry, Ambassador.
Good. So am I.
I just received a message
from Lyta Alexander.
I believe you're looking for her.
That's putting it mildly. Where is she?
She asked me not to give you
that information.
And I'm honor-bound to keep that promise.
But she gave me a message for you.
She's willing to come back,
but only if all of you are present.
She doesn't want to be alone
with any of you.
And she didn't explain?
No. And I did not ask, out of respect.
[Elevator door opens]
All right.
If she makes contact with you again,
tell her that we will be ready
to meet with her whenever she wants.
Thank you, Captain.
I let myself in.
You should change your lock code more often.
You o.K.?
I'm sorry. I thought I was ready for this.
Ready for what?
I can't have Lyta or any other telepath...
In my mind...
Ever.
I understand your feelings.
No, you don't understand.
You can't...
'Cause I haven't told you.
Told me what?
I told you that my mother was a telepath,
and that since I was born
she could slip into my thoughts
in a way that I could never even describe to you.
What I didn't tell you...
Is that I learned how to keep her out
when I wanted to...
And that every once in a while...
I was the one who touched her mind.
I'm a latent telepath.
Susan, why didn't you tell me this before?
I thought we could trust each other.
It's got nothing to do with trust.
I've spent my entire life
hiding this, Captain.
It's not something you can just
change overnight.
It's hard enough telling you this now.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
For as long as I can remember,
my mother drilled three words into my head--
tell no one.
She taught me how to fool the tests
given at school,
transferred me from one school to another,
always staying one step ahead of the Psi-Corps.
I'm probably not even a p-1.
I've never been able to read anyone,
except my mother.
I can pick up on feelings sometimes.
I can block a casual scan.
And I know instantly if someone's doing it.
Nothing more.
But that's enough for the Psi-Corps
to come pull you in.
Lyta isn't with the corps. She's on the run.
How can you be sure of that?
Well, I can't, but Garibaldi believes her.
Garibaldi doesn't believe anyone.
Exactly.
I know how hard this must have been
for you to tell me this.
So let me think about it.
Maybe we can work something out.
O.k.
With all this nonsense lately...
Some days I don't even know
who I am anymore.
Shh.
Do you know who I am?
Captain...
I just remembered a dream I had
a couple of months ago.
I...
[Beep beep]
Sheridan.
Message for you from Ambassador Delenn, Captain.
What's the message?
One word--now.
Do you wish me to stay with you?
No. I think I'll be o.K.
Thank you for your help,
Delenn.
So, are we going to do this?
Yes...
And you'll start with me.
You're sure?
I can't ask anyone else to do this
until I've done it myself.
Send the password.
Well, when do you start?
I've already done it. You're clean.
Doctor.
Nothing. You're clean.
Mr. Garibaldi.
Boo.
Gotcha.
Michael...
You ever do that to me again...
Sorry. Just couldn't help myself.
Ivanova?
We're going to hold off on Ivanova for now.
We've got plenty of other people to check,
and I suggest we get to it.
You said you needed to see me?
Yes, I did.
Um, I just wanted to say that I think you're doing
a very good job.
That'll be all.
Oh. Well...Thank you.
[Sheridan] Next.
Zack.
Sir.
Thank you for coming.
Yes, sir.
That'll be all.
That's it, sir?
Yes, yes.
You can go.
Thank you, sir.
Next.
Thank you for coming.
I've been evaluating your recent work.
Congratulations. Well done.
Thank you, sir.
That'll be all. Thank you.
At ease.
Hey...
You all right?
[Sheridan] That'll be all, thank you.
O.k.
All right, thank you. That'll be all.
All right. Anything?
No. He's clean.
They've all been clean.
If the password worked,
you'd see a definite reaction.
So what are we supposed to do now, huh,
just keep on going?
We've got over 5,000 technical staff here,
and that doesn't even include
the dockers guild, medical support,
environmental personnel.
The further you go from the center of power,
the less likely it is
we're gonna find the person that we're looking for.
I suggest you move those eyes somewhere else--
while you still have them.
Ivanova.
I know what she's implying.
No one is implying anything.
To avoid discovery, the implanted personality
will do or say anything, manipulate anyone.
Is that what you think I'm doing?
Well, you sure as hell are worried about something.
Mind telling us what it is you're hiding?
[Sheridan] That's enough!
Now, look at us.
This is exactly what Psi-Corps wants.
They want us paranoid, afraid of each other.
Divide and conquer-- it's the oldest rule
in the book. You know that.
I guess it wouldn't be a good time for me to suggest
we all join hands and sing Kumbaya?
Mr. Garibaldi.
I'll do it.
This is neither the time nor the place.
I said I'll do it!
Now, before I change my mind.
She's blocking me.
O.k., o.K.,
that's enough. That's enough.
Come on.
She's clean.
I'm sorry.
Go to hell.
Ah, Captain, there you are.
I was looking for you.
Oh!
My God, it's her!
No! No!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Give me that gun!
You blew my cover. You're dead.
You hear me? You're dead!
Get her out of here.
Put her under house arrest, now!
The corps is mother! The corps is father!
You're dead, Lyta Alexander!
We'll find you! The corps will find you!
I still can't believe it.
How could she do this to us?
It's not her fault.
She's been carrying this artificial personality
all this time without even knowing it.
It's too late to worry about that now.
The question is how much does she know
about our operation here?
She knows about the underground railroad.
Now that the Talia we knew isn't there anymore,
she'll probably tell the corps.
Yeah, but what are they gonna about it,
admit they were foxed?
What happens when they find out
that Stephen here was involved?
Publicly, probably nothing.
Remember, the corps came in here
to hunt down and kill telepaths
that were involved in the railroad.
If they press the issue, that'll come out,
and they won't want that.
Yeah, but they're gonna be paying
a lot more attention to us from now on.
That's my job.
I'll keep them away as much as I can.
Any more ideas?
We have one advantage.
We know about their sleeper program.
Now, they don't want that revealed any more
than we want our side to get out.
That sounds like an old-fashioned
Mexican standoff to me.
Me, too, but let's not kid ourselves.
She knows a lot.
Well, I guess it could have been
a lot worse, though, huh?
Another day or two, we would've invited her
into our little cell group.
Man, if Lyta had come aboard one week later...
We'd be standing in front
of a court-martial board right now.
Is there anything else that we can use
to protect ourselves if necessary?
I think I may be having a problem with Ambassador Kosh.
And I kept getting these images in my head.
It was deliberately provoked.
What was on that data crystal he gave you?
Reflection... surprise...Terror...
For the future.
There may be something else.
I'm gonna investigate it. I'll get back to you.
Fine.
By the way, where's Ivanova?
She said she had some unfinished business
to take care of.
[Doorbell rings]
Yes?
I wanted to see you before you left.
I know this isn't your fault.
I hope somewhere there's a part of you
that can still hear me.
[Giggles]
Always the romantic.
The program is complete.
The Talia you knew no longer exists.
There's just me.
You don't know what it's like
living only in the Shadows
of her mind,
watching, laughing at all of you out here.
Foolish, petty, stupid.
There I was, trapped inside,
able to come out only at night
when she was asleep.
Her invisible sister.
And you believed everything
she said to you.
All the things you wanted to hear.
All the words I whispered
in her thoughts
while she lay sleeping.
The words that would get her closer to you...
And to what you knew.
You should see the look on your face...
My good and dear friend Susan.
You're right.
The Talia I knew is dead.
Goodbye.
I'm back.
I can't stay.
The Captain's made sure I can get away
before the psi-cops get here, but...
I had to see you again
before my ship leaves.
I never told them.
I never told anyone.
I hid it all away
in the smallest, tiniest corner of my mind.
They could have killed me,
and they still wouldn't have found it.
Only at night...Alone...
Would I open that small door in my mind
where I kept the memory of you
and listen to your voice.
Listen to you sing me to sleep.
I hope I can come back again...
But I don't know.
Until then...Kosh...
I want to see you again...
Just one more time before I go.