Does anyone here truly believe
the Centauri will stop,
now that they've seized our territory?
We are only the beginning!
You--all of you are next!
Look, what happened
was between you and the Centauri.
It has nothing to do with us.
Not now, but soon it will!
Yes, for a moment, their guns are silent...
But when they realize
they've been able to do this to us without interference,
their eye will turn to you!
You sit in silence today,
but tomorrow that will change!
Are you willing to sacrifice
all that you are to keep all that you have?
G'Kar, this is pointless.
Why do you embarrass yourself like this
in public?
They must know that our voice
can still be heard.
In the streets, in their sleep.
We must keep reminding the others
that we exist!
We are still here!
If they forget about us,
then we are truly beyond rescue.
G'Kar, please come.
There is a meeting.
All right.
Lennier said you were calling for me.
Yes.
Is there something wrong?
Perhaps.
We have sent for an inquisitor.
An inquisitor.
Why?
To be sure about you.
You will submit to his authority.
How will I know who it is?
You will know...
If you survive.
The Babylon project was our last best hope for peace--
a self-contained world 5 miles long
located in neutral territory...
A place of commerce and diplomacy
for a quarter of a million humans and aliens...
A shining beacon in space, all alone in the night.
It was the dawn of the third age of mankind,
the year the great war came upon us all.
This is the story
of the last of the Babylon stations.
The year is 2259.
The name of the place is...
I'm not entirely sure
I understand, Delenn.
You can tell me
that someone is coming to see you
and that you have business together
and that you want him passed through customs
without incident...
But you can't tell me who it is
or why he's coming.
I know it's asking much of you, Captain.
Delenn, asking is not a problem...
Not for you...
Not after everything
that we've gone through lately.
I'm just, you know,
trying to understand.
Ambassador Kosh has doubts.
About what?
"Doubt" is the wrong word. He wishes confirmation.
It's the same thing.
Excuse me.
As I understand it,
Ambassador Kosh and the Vorlons
are crucial to the big war
that's coming.
Now, if he's worried about something,
I want to hear about it.
Ambassador Kosh...
Is unsure about me.
You?
Why on Earth--
by aligning myself with you and with Kosh,
I have placed myself at the center
of the coming storm.
Kosh must be certain that my choice was correct...
And made for the right reasons.
If you do the right thing
for the wrong reasons,
the work becomes corrupted,
impure, and ultimately self-destructive.
Ambassador Kosh wishes confirmation
that the right people
are in the right place at the right time.
And whoever's coming here
will help him decide
if you're one of these "right" people?
How?
Delenn, if there's anything
that I can do...
No.
What I must do,
I must do alone.
I have agreed to this of my own free will.
Please do not interfere...
No matter what happens.
Ah.
What do you have for me, Mr. Chase?
What I have is what you want...
Provided the money's right.
I need weapons, light munitions
that can be smuggled in
or dropped from low-altitude shuttles--
rifles, mines, pulse guns, ppgs,
jamming equipment.
I thought the war was over.
You were misinformed.
Our tactics have changed,
but the fight continues.
An underground resistance.
Ha! Good luck, G'Kar. You're going to need it.
My luck is my concern.
I told you what I want. Can you provide it,
or shall I inquire elsewhere?
I can handle it.
But these things don't come cheap.
That's the best I can do.
Too high.
Suit yourself.
There's a lot of risk involved, you know.
I note that many of these weapons
are the very ones we sold Earth
during your war with the Minbari.
Our asking price was far less
than what you are charging to buy them back.
Things are getting very tense out there.
Right now, it's a seller's market.
But don't ever let it be said
that I'm unsympathetic.
Knock 10% off the top.
Let me think about it.
Suit yourself.
But when I come back tomorrow,
it'll be full price.
I'll put 50% of the fee
into your account as a deposit,
the rest payable upon delivery.
Done.
Good doing business with you.
Mr. Chase.
The money to buy these weapons
comes from the life savings of those Narn
who were able to escape the Centauri occupation.
It is a limited resource purchased with blood.
If it should be squandered...Stolen...
Be assured that while your body
might one day be found...
It could never be identified
from what's left.
Jumpgate sequence activated.
We've got a ship coming in.
Signature and frequency...
It's a Vorlon transport.
I didn't know Ambassador Kosh had left.
He didn't.
Ivanova to Sheridan.
Sheridan here.
Captain...
Have I got something for you.
You're sure you don't want me to wait.
No, no, it's fine.
I'll take care of the paperwork.
Thanks.
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I believe I am expected.
I don't suppose you'd mind telling me
what you were doing on a Vorlon transport.
I would, actually.
Aside from Babylon 5,
I didn't know the Vorlons had
any contact with humans.
No, I'm sure you didn't.
Where is Delenn?
I'll send for her when we're finished.
Nothing changes.
Corruption...
Immorality...
Chaos.
When were you last on Earth?
Long ago.
You've been to their home planet, then.
Who?
The Vorlons. Yes.
You've seen them, what they really look like.
Yes.
Damn it, stand still for a second!
I don't have time.
I want to know... The truth?
You're not ready for the truth.
The facts, if that is the only way
to get to my work...
Yes, the Vorlons have been to Earth.
The Vorlons have been everywhere.
The Vorlons...Are.
My name is Sebastian.
I resided at 14b Heresford Lane in London
in the year of our Lord 1888.
I was found by the Vorlons,
taken, transported,
and brought into their service.
They told me everything about everything,
and the scales fell from my eyes,
and they were open to a universe
of majesty and terror
that you could never imagine.
They call upon me when I'm needed
and preserve me when I'm not.
And they have called upon me now
for this interrogation.
You will allow me to finish the work
that has brought me here,
or you will let me leave...
Because either way,
I have told you all that I intend to.
If you'll follow me...
Listen, uh... Word's getting around
that you've been buying weapons
for use back home. Is this true?
Mr. Garibaldi,
I have been on this station
long enough to know that you don't ask
leading questions
unless you already know the answers.
So why don't we just pretend
I've lied about it,
you've caught me in your web
of ineluctable logic,
and cut to the point?
Look, I know the Captain's given his promise of support,
but I also know he doesn't want to compromise
the security of Babylon 5 in the process.
Now, you want to outfit an army, that's fine.
You knock yourself out.
But I don't want those weapons coming through this station.
Otherwise this place is gonna go straight to hell.
We are already, as you so quaintly put it,
going straight to hell.
You cannot escape what's coming.
Well, maybe not...
But there's nothing wrong with getting
a good head start, huh?
I mean it, G'Kar.
I appreciate what you're going through,
but don't go up against me on this.
You'll lose.
Thanks.
By the way, uh...
I think you might find this of interest.
What is it?
I've got an old buddy that runs a transfer station
in sector 90.
It's all by itself, right near a jumpgate.
Half the stuff he handles is illegal goods,
but he manages to pay off all the right people.
I figure with all that traffic,
who'll notice a few more crates?
I've already spoken to him.
He'll bring through whatever you need...
No charge.
Why?
Because he owes me a favor. Now we're even.
I meant why are you doing this?
Because you didn't lie to me.
But you must've known that
ahead of time.
Like you said, uh...
I never start a conversation
unless I know where it's going,
but I always leave a little room
for someone to disappoint me.
Thanks for not doing it.
The, uh, one you've been waiting for is here.
It took us a while to find what he wanted--
a place where you two wouldn't be disturbed.
He's waiting for you now in gray 19.
Thank you, Captain.
Delenn...
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
I've just spent some time with him,
and I don't like what I see.
I'm sure it will be fine, Captain.
Thank you for your help.
[Clang]
That's far enough.
[Scraping]
Put them on.
The manacles are made for you.
You can remove them at any time.
But if you do so, you admit failure and defeat
and will stand before the Vorlon
as inadequate for the task ahead.
Do you understand?
Yes.
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Who are you?
I'm Delenn.
Unacceptable answer.
I already know your name.
[Tap]
Who are you?
[Tap]
Delenn.
[Hissing] Aah!
If you repeat an unacceptable answer,
the penalty will be increased.
Who are you?
I, uh...
I'm the Ambassador for Minbari.
Unacceptable!
That is only your title...
What other people call you
when you choose to hide
behind formalities.
Who are you?!
I, uh...
I...
I'm the daughter of--
uhh! [Hissing]
Unacceptable! Ohh!
Ohhh...
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What a sad thing you are...
Unable to answer even such a simple question
without falling back on references
and genealogies
and what other people call you.
Have you nothing of your own?
Nothing to stand on
that is not provided...
Defined...
Delineated...
Stamped...
Sanctioned...
Numbered and approved by others?
[Tap]
How can you be expected to fight for someone else
when you haven't the fairest idea
who you are?
Do you know how many have stood before me
as you stand now...
Proud...
Defiant...
Full of their own bloated self-importance...
Confident that they are chosen...
Special...
Favored of god?
All of them have broken.
And better for everyone that they did...
Better to spare others
the illusion
of false hope.
You have the audacity to presume
that you are on a mission from god...
Embarked upon a holy cause!
I don't believe it.
And by the time you leave here...
Neither will you.
It is even possible that you may die here.
What purpose will be served
by killing me?
Oh.
I would not kill you.
You can remove the manacles
at any time,
but that would mean
admitting your error.
Admitting that you are not
worthy enough or strong enough
for the task ahead.
And pride will prevent you from doing that.
If you believe you are the chosen,
then you must risk everything
on the premise
that the universe will not let you die...
Unless...
You're wrong.
And here...
Now...
Together...
We will find out...
Once...
And for all.
Ah. Mr. Cotto. There you are.
I have a message for Ambassador Mollari.
A favor.
I've already told you,
the Ambassador can do nothing for you.
You don't understand.
There really is nothing more to say.
Good day.
Please reconsider.
Green five.
I--I'm sorry.
I wish...
Um...there was something that I could do, but...
I tried telling them, but...
They--they wouldn't listen.
They--they never listen. I...
I'm sorry.
Dead...
Dead....
Dead...
How do you apologize to them?
I can't.
Then I cannot forgive.
You don't like it here, do you?
You'd rather you were back in your quarters,
asleep, dreaming dreams of glory.
I will go where I must.
And why not?
You are Delenn, the chosen.
You tolerate all this only by your whim.
At a word from you,
all the hosts of heaven would descend
and carry you up, away from harm,
away from this place...
Because you have a destiny.
We all have a destiny.
Do we?
How magnanimous of you.
Sometimes we do not see it
because we have been taught
to believe that we are not important.
Taught by people like me?
Perhaps.
But are we destroyers of dreams
or protectors of the public good?
Call out, Delenn!
Call out to the universe!
If it hears you, surely it will respond.
Call out!
Aah!
Ah, yes, now, there we are.
Let us see if the universe responds.
Silence.
A silence as profound
as when the whale swallowed Jonah.
Do you know why you're here?
Here?
Here, now, yes.
I was sent.
Here? Yes, by Kosh.
No. You've answered the wrong question.
Why are you here now,
in this place, this life?
I was meant to be here.
Meant? Yes.
By whom? I don't know.
Then how can you be sure?
I don't know. No, you don't!
Does it matter?
What do you mean?
If I believe I'm here now for a reason--
and if the world says otherwise?
Then the world is wrong.
And Delenn is right?
Perhaps the world is right
and Delenn is wrong!
Have you ever considered that?
Have you?!
Yes.
Sometimes.
Then there may yet be hope for you.
As a reward...
I allow you 10 minutes rest.
And we are in the process
of developing an underground communications net to homeworld
so we can coordinate the drops, time, location.
What about the weapons?
The weapons have proven to be more expensive
than we had anticipated.
500,000 credits for the initial shipment.
I know it's a lot,
but until we can find alternate resources,
we must all sacrifice.
How do we know the weapons
will reach Narn?
I have given my word.
It's not your word we question, G'Kar.
It's your ability to deliver on your promises.
Perhaps someone else might do a better job.
If my word is not sufficient...
What is?
Ever since homeworld fell,
we've not been able to reach anyone back home.
We don't know if our families are dead
or alive.
All communication has been cut off,
except for official Centauri channels.
But if you can't get a message through,
why should we believe you can get weapons through?
If we are ever to win back our world,
we must be united!
We cannot afford the luxury of conflict.
If I can get word from your family,
will you and the others accept my leadership?
Yes.
And if you can't...
Will you step aside for another?
You will have the message
within 24 standard hours.
Do you know what your problem is, Delenn?
You are a piece of the machine
that thinks it is the whole of the machine,
the flute that believes itself the symphony.
You have malfunctioned.
Admit it, and you will feel better.
Your only destiny
is to be the nail that gets hammered down.
Bang...
Bang.
You're being a fool.
Then I'm a fool...
But it's better to be what I am
than what you are.
And what...
Am I?
Please.
Tell me.
You are a creature who has received pain
and given pain
and taken too much joy in its application.
You have aspired to dreams
and been disappointed
because you were not strong enough
or worthy enough...
Or right enough,
so you lash out at anyone
who believes they can make a difference
because it reminds you of your own failure.
You have to prove they're just as bad,
just as flawed as you are!
Am I close, Mr. Sebastian?
Bang.
Oh!
Who are you?
I am Delenn!
Ohh!
And you have a destiny?
Yes.
No!
Be a nice Minbari.
Conform!
Be quiet!
Admit you are inadequate!
No. Bang!
Aah! Ah...
I can feel your heart, Delenn.
I can hold it here in my hand.
I can close my fist around it.
Do you feel your heart, Delenn...
Feel it slowing...
Slowing?
[Heart pounding]
I can stop it.
Another inch...
And I will.
Aah!
I know it is much to ask, Captain,
but my time is short and my resources few.
A word from home--
once the simplest convenience--
now the only hope I have
of retaining control over my people.
What you're asking is difficult at best.
We haven't heard anything
directly from Narn
since the Centauri took over.
They say they'll open up regular channels
within a few weeks.
Not soon enough.
I need this now.
Here is all the information
on the family that needs to be contacted.
If there is any way you can help...
I'll do what I can.
So what do you think?
I think he's in trouble.
No, I meant about using the Rangers
for this job.
Send them into a war zone?
Captain,
I don't think they're ready.
Then it's time they got ready.
We can't just keep planning and watching forever.
G'Kar is a known quantity.
If he loses credibility,
we have no idea
who the local Narns might put up as a leader.
I have a vested interest
in keeping him where he is.
Tell the Rangers to find these people,
get a message from them.
I'll do my best.
That's all I want.
Delenn?
No. No, no, no.
No, you shouldn't be here.
He'll be back soon.
If he finds you, i--
I've got to get you out of here.
This is insane. What does he want?
I don't know. I don't know.
He asks the same question
over and over,
and I still don't know why or what he wants.
This doesn't make any sense.
How can I pass the test
if I do not understand the rules?
[Tapping]
You have to go, quickly.
Not without you.
If I leave, I will have failed you and Kosh,
and I will have failed everyone.
If you care for me,
you can't let that happen.
Please, go.
Go. Go. Quickly.
Captain!
Captain Sheridan.
Mr. Lennier, what can I do for you?
Defy Kosh.
You're the only one who can.
You're the only one he'll listen to.
Why? W-what's--
it's Ambassador Delenn.
The--the inquisitor...
I think he's killing her.
Aah!
I'm afraid this isn't going to work out
for you, Delenn.
It's not really your fault.
Your fate was dictated long ago.
It's all in the hands of others.
You were doomed from the moment of your birth.
[Door opens]
And the final player in our little drama
arrives at last.
Leave her alone.
Why?
Just do it!
What is she to you?
I don't have to answer your questions.
No, you don't.
Oh! Ooh!
Unh.
[Coughing]
Your turn now.
You said you didn't have to answer
any of my questions...
But there's no reason to exclude you
from our deliberations.
You're linked at the hip...
Just as bad as she is.
But you're not just a dreamer.
You're a soldier.
How far are you prepared to go?
How much are you prepared to risk?
How many people are you prepared
to sacrifice for victory?
Are you willing to die friendless,
alone, deserted by everyone?
Because that's what may be required of you
in the war that is to come.
Go to hell.
This is hell, Captain,
and you are its chief damned soul.
What about the people you work with,
the people you call friends?
Are you willing to sacrifice them?
What about your family?
What about your god, huh?
What about truth?
What about blood?
What about right?
What about wrong?
What about your future?
What about faith?
What about sin? What about hell?
What about death? What about life?
Enough!
Your quarrel is with me.
You were sent to investigate me!
Let him go!
If you want to take someone,
then take me.
Well, well...
A mutual admiration and sacrificial society.
And what is he to you?
None of your concern.
Don't listen to him, Delenn.
Just get the hell out of here now! Go on!
One single move...
A gesture...
And his life is snuffed out...
Or yours.
You would trade your life for his?
I thought you had a destiny.
Is that destiny not worth one life?
If I fall, another will take my place...
And another...
And another!
But your great cause?
This is my cause!
Life! One life or a billion--
it's all the same.
Then you make the sacrifice willingly?
Yes.
No fame.
No armies or banners or cities
to celebrate your name?
You will die alone and unremarked...
And forgotten.
This body is only a shell.
You cannot touch me.
You cannot harm me.
I'm not afraid.
Delenn...
Are you all right?
Huh? Huh?
I'm all right. Yeah?
Good.
What--what happened?
I--I'm not entirely sure.
What?
[Door opens]
Come on.
You can go.
You've passed...
Both of you.
Passed what?
How do you know the chosen ones?
No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life
for his brother...
Not for millions...
Not for glory, not for fame...
For one person...
In the dark...
Where no one will ever know...
Or see.
I have been in the service of the Vorlons
for centuries,
looking for you.
Diogenes with his lamp, looking for an honest man
willing to die for all the wrong reasons.
At last...
My job is finished.
Yours...
Is just beginning.
When the darkness comes,
know this...
You are the right people...
In the right place...
At the right time.
Captain, I just checked in
with bay 25.
The Vorlon ship can leave
in a couple of hours.
Ivanova?
How extensive are our history files?
Earth or alien?
Earth.
19th-century england.
Not a problem.
What are you looking for?
I want to verify a name and an address.
14...
"B" Heresford Lane, London...
Around 1888.
Name?
Sebastian.
First or last?
I don't know.
This may take a while.
We've kept everyone together.
Nala was hurt during the attack,
but she's fine now.
We just found out today that your father is alive,
thank G'Quan.
We miss you...
And hope you are well.
Try not to worry.
We will survive.
[Sobbing softly]
You have kept your promise.
My family...
Is alive.
Thank you.
We will not question you, G'Kar.
We are with you.
Your ship's ready to go.
I've taken care of all the clearances.
Thank you.
Mr. Sebastian?
I did a little digging, based on what you told me.
The records confirm...
You lived on Earth...
In London...
In the year 1888...
But the records also indicate
that you vanished suddenly without a trace
on November 11, 1888.
That's a very interesting date,
Mr. Sebastian...
The morning after the last in a string of murders
in the west end.
The city was drowning in decay.
Chaos...
Immorality.
A message needed to be sent,
etched in blood for all the world to see,
a warning.
In the pursuit of my holy cause,
I...
Did things...
Terrible things...
Unspeakable things.
The world condemned me, but it didn't matter
because I believed I was right
and the world was wrong!
I believed I was the divine messenger!
I believed I was--
chosen?
I was...
Found...
By the Vorlons.
They showed me the terrible depth
of my mistake...
My crimes...
My...
Presumption.
I have done 400 years of penance
in their service.
A job for which they said
I was ideally suited.
Now...
Perhaps...
They will finally let me die.
I think that might be wise.
Good luck to you in your holy cause,
Captain Sheridan.
May your choices have better results
than mine...
Remembered not as a messenger,
remembered not as a reformer,
not as a prophet, not as a hero,
not even...
As Sebastian.
Remembered only...
As Jack.