Transport Dionysius to Babylon control.
We've been sitting here for over an hour.
Is there a problem?
We've instituted new policies
to screen for weapons.
It's slowing down processing.
Captain's meeting with the transport association now
to work it out.
I'm sure it won't be a problem.
Please just...
Could we have some order here, please?
[Pounds gavel]
[Whistles]
[Crowd quiets]
Thank you.
Now, I realize that it's going to take longer now
to get your material through customs.
We project delays of no more than 10-15%.
[Shouting]
Look, we can get that delay down to 5%
if we put on more inspectors.
But that's going to raise your docking fees.
[Shouting]
The hell with the money.
We know why you're really doing this.
They want to control all the weapons
so they can push us around, intimidate us.
That's right! Yeah!
Weapons make you a big man, don't they, Sheridan?
You're pretty brave sitting up there
with armed guards on either side.
Us down here...
All we got...
Is what we got.
Why don't you come down here and try this crap?
That'll be enough.
That's the real reason you don't want guns around here
because you're a damn coward!
Without a gun to back you up, you got nothin'.
You got the gun.
All I've got is... What I've got.
No way.
I drop you, and your guards will kill me.
Maybe...
Maybe not. Hell, anything happens to me,
everyone gets an instant promotion.
You got the gun. Go ahead. Go for it.
I'll wait for you.
Look...
I was just talking. I didn't mean nothing.
Commander Ivanova...
We've been going at this all day.
I recommend we adjourn till tomorrow...
When cooler heads...
Can prevail.
Adjourned!
[Grumbling]
With all due respect,
that was grade "a" stupid.
I mean, what if the guy would've gone for it?
What if he would've just blown your brains
all over the place? I mean, what if he--
what's that?
Energy cap.
I palmed it when I shoved the gun in his pocket.
You are going to give me an ulcer.
Ok, ok, next time, I'll give him a live gun.
You really do want that promotion, don't you?
Next time you're gonna--
Captain Sheridan?
Counselor Na'far.
I've just arrived
and wanted to check in with you.
I'm here to replace citizen G'Kar.
Susan Ivanova: The Babylon project
was our last best hope for peace.
It failed.
But in the year of the Shadow War,
it became something greater...
Our last best hope...
For victory.
The year is 2260.
The place...
When the Centauri conquered our world,
they disbanded our government and created a new one
under their control.
Citizen G'Kar...
Is the only member of the kha'ri still free.
We've given him sanctuary.
He can remain here as long as he wants.
Yes, but unfortunately,
he remains in a position of authority
with our people here.
The Centauri believe he is using his influence
to create an armed resistance back home.
I don't see the problem. Don't you
want the Centauri off your world?
My concern...
Is for the welfare of all of my people.
The resistance
is causing great problems for the Centauri.
For every one of them we kill,
they kill 500 of us.
We must cool things down.
The time for action will come later.
The provisional government
has authorized me to take charge
of the local Narn population
and to ask for your assistance
in returning citizen G'Kar.
I'm sorry, Na'far,
but I have to deny your request.
I won't interfere in Narn internal affairs,
and I won't make G'Kar go anywhere
he doesn't want to go.
You two will have to work that out between you.
Well, thank you for your time, Captain.
Commander.
[Music plays]
So this picard, he's following me around.
He's busting my chops
about how there's not enough security
in the alien sector, and he will not go away.
So, finally, I point down the hall and say,
"look, a comet,"
and I dive into the nearest transport tube.
Subtle. Very subtle.
Except, later on, I find out the comet
is a major procuri death symbol.
So now he's putting his affairs in order
and pressing charges, saying that I threatened him,
his family, and his water clan...
Whatever the hell that is.
Stephen...
She went by again.
Go on, ask her to dance already.
What are you waiting for, an invitation?
Come on, Michael, I'm bushed.
So it'll be a quick dance.
Hey, Commander, there you are.
Got tied up in a meeting with the Captain
and the new rep for the Narn.
Wow, you look whacked.
20 hours without a break,
the usual.
How's the Captain?
He's fine, why?
Well, I was...
Telling Michael he seems a lot more,
I don't know, hard-assed lately.
Well, with everything that's going on, who wouldn't be?
When the Captain first got here, he just tried to fit in.
Now he's making this place more like what he's used to.
Right now, we need a good soldier
a hell of a lot more than a diplomat.
Yeah, well,
right now, what I need to do is--
[beep beep]
Franklin.
Dr. Kobyama just called in sick.
He says he can't take the next shift.
Can you sit in for a while?
What about Dr. Morales?
She's in med 3, in heavy isolation,
but can't leave
until she's gone through decontamination.
All right, when do you need me?
2 hours.
I'll be there.
Never slows down around this place,
now, does it?
I'm going to use
the little officer's room.
I'll be right back.
Hey, did I ever tell you I looked
through the Captain's personnel file?
You what?
Shh!
Michael, that information is strictly off-limits.
I did it when he first came aboard.
I like to know who I'm dealing with.
And who knew he'd turn out to be ok, huh?
Now, according to his file,
Sheridan's a good tactical thinker.
He can take an inferior defensive force,
and turn it into an offensive force
capable of taking on a better-equipped enemy.
Now, he did it with the black star
he did it during the Mars riots.
Now, you ask me, he's the one chance we've got
to make it through this thing alive.
Maybe.
Did you look through my files
when I came onboard?
Commander...
That information is strictly off-limits.
[Chuckles] I got to go.
Ok.
Whoo! Where you going?
I've got 2 hours
before I have to be back on duty.
I'm going to ask
that little lady to dance, after all.
So you watch my back, Michael, I'm going in.
After speaking with Captain Sheridan,
I was told to report to you
prior to contacting G'Kar directly.
May I now proceed?
You know...
I was thinking
of visiting your world sometime soon.
I couldn't really get a good look at it
the last time I was in the area.
Do you think it would be safe
for someone such as myself to visit your world now?
Yes.
Quite safe.
The streets...
Are kept clear of troublemakers,
rock throwers, protesters?
The surviving streets
are quite empty, Ambassador.
The work farms,
the relocation camps,
the construction gangs,
are all operating
at capacity?
Mm-hmm.
And the executions, Na'far,
the executions continue.
The executions...
Continue.
Progress.
It's a beautiful thing to behold, no, Vir?
You may contact G'Kar.
Now.
Go. Go.
Was that necessary?
They got out of their place once.
We must make sure it doesn't happen again.
Londo, we've beaten them.
Their cities are in ashes. Their military is wiped out.
They've lost hundreds of thousands of lives.
They have nothing left.
No. There you are wrong.
They still have their pride.
He tries to hide it this one,
but I can see it in his eyes.
As long as it remains,
they will always be a threat.
So is that what it's about, pride?
It's not enough that we've beaten them,
we have to break them?
Yes!
I'm sorry. I thought you understood that.
I don't want our people to go through this again
in another 100 years.
It is the way things are done, Vir.
Nothing personal.
We've been monitoring for the past hour, Captain.
Ever since it entered Babylon 5 space.
Distance?
It's a little over 5,000 clicks.
We sent a security bot to check it out.
It should be in range by now.
Signature and configuration...
It's like nothing we've seen before. Looks like
we've got a first contact situation, Captain.
Alien vessel coming to relative stop, Captain.
No life signs present.
Weapons?
None that I can tell.
Must be a science probe of some kind.
[Beeping]
I'm getting a signal.
A recording.
Anything you recognize?
Negative. Just the same pattern
of signals repeated over and over.
They're probably
sending us their alphabet and language codes.
How long before the system decodes it?
It's pretty complex, sir.
At least 2, 3 hours, maybe more.
And I know that things have been somewhat...
Difficult between us for some time, Delenn.
That is most unfortunate.
I feel sometimes as though
I have lost a friend.
I think you have lost much more than a friend,
Ambassador. But that is between you
and whatever gods you worship.
Delenn...
I don't want to argue with you, not now.
From time to time in the past,
I have helped you,
hmm?
And in return,
you said that if I ever needed a favor,
I had only to ask.
Now I am asking.
Ambassador--
don't worry.
It is not for myself,
not for the Centauri Republic.
It is for Vir.
The Centauri diplomatic mission to your homeworld
has been closed for several years now.
Some trouble, I understand, with our last envoy.
I think...That Vir
would be the perfect replacement.
You will find him most inoffensive.
He is friendly.
He keeps to himself.
He wouldn't even spy on your government.
He would consider it rude.
What you ask is not impossible.
But I would like to know
why this particular favor?
Oh...
I have some concerns about his development,
his...career.
It would be a good move for him.
Thank you...
And now the truth.
Over the last 2 years,
to my considerable surprise,
I have become...
Very fond of Vir.
Sometimes in his eyes,
I see...
A younger version of myself before...
But he would be better off
away from here...
Away from what must be.
He would only get in the way.
I think...
Perhaps you need him.
Need?
No, I don't need anyone.
He is an inconvenience to me--
a blight, a pox, a stone around my neck.
Here.
I give him to you.
I will see what I can do.
Perhaps the mission has been empty too long.
Good.
Well...
I must be going.
Thank you for seeing me, Delenn.
Sometimes I miss...
That we don't talk anymore, Delenn.
We never really talked, Londo.
No, I suppose not.
So why the sudden invitation to dinner?
What? I can't make a little extra pasta,
some cannoli? I have to have an agenda?
Absolutely.
You're a hard man, Stephen.
Now sit, eat, huh? All right.
Before it gets cold?
Thank you.
I was just thinking, you know,
we're a lot alike in some ways:
We're both perfectionists,
we make everybody under us crazy,
but we're both good at what we do.
And the reason we're both good at what we do
is because we're obsessive-compulsives.
Of course there's a downside to that.
Which is?
Well, you know, we fall into patterns easy.
You know, tendencies become habits.
Habits become vices.
Stop dancing, Michael.
You got something to say, say it.
All right.
This is a glass of water.
The reason it's a glass of water and not wine
is because, once I start, I don't know where to stop.
The last thing you want to do
is hand an obsessive-compulsive
a drink...Or dice...Or...
Stims.
You're crazy, Michael. I don't have a problem.
Back at earhart's, between the time
you went off to the bathroom and you came back,
did you do any stims?
Stims are perfectly legal
used by prescription in moderation--
that's not what I asked you.
Did you do any stims?
All right. Yeah, but what of it?
Stephen--
wait a minute.
Most days I'm on duty 36 hours at a stretch,
sometimes longer,
because we don't have the people
or the resources or the money.
Now, I have to be alert and I have to be focused,
or people die. It's that simple.
Look, I don't want to butt into your personal life...
It's little late for that now, isn't it?
But I've checked your logs. You pull shifts you don't have to.
You've been checking up on me, huh?
I thought you were my friend.
Damn it, Stephen, i am your friend.
We wouldn't be having this conversation if I weren't.
I was just concerned.
I thought we could talk about it.
All right, we talked about it, ok?
Stop trying to put your problems on me.
Just because
you never met a bottle you didn't like.
I'm sorry.
That was out of line.
Nah.
Skip it. Skip it.
Uh, food's getting cold.
Look, Michael, I don't have a problem, ok?
But if it makes you happy,
I'll cut back on the stims
because it's not a big deal.
Ok.
Ahh...
I got your message.
Where's Na'far?
Sleeping.
It was a long trip from Narn.
Hmm.
We will meet with citizen G'Kar tomorrow morning.
It's good to see you again.
And you.
I wondered what happened to you.
Last I heard,
after we broke out of that streib ship
and got back,
you'd been sent off to some hospital on Narn.
Needed time to heal.
I meant to return
to thank you for saving my life.
Ah...
Then the war came.
It was terrible.
Millions dead.
I tried to serve, to...Help any way I could.
That's how you wound up with Na'far?
Bodyguard.
Sometimes I do not know
who I'm protecting him against, outsiders or...
My own people.
But because of him, I am here.
And now I can thank you.
I owe you a debt,
a debt I must repay as a matter of honor.
I'm not entirely sure
what my superiors back home would think
if I suddenly began showing up places
with a Narn bodyguard.
They would say,
"here is a man who will live to be...
150."
Computer's finished processing
their language codes, Commander.
Can you translate their message?
I think so. Stand by.
It's a recorded message, as we thought.
The probe was sent to find other life forms
and initiate contact.
So far so good.
What about the rest of the message?
It's a series of questions...
Physics,
quantum mechanics,
molecular biology,
genetics...
Apparently it's some form of intelligence test to determine
if we're sufficiently intelligent for contact.
Well, gee, I'm honored.
So what do we get if we pass?
Cures for every known form of disease,
technological information centuries beyond our own.
Why didn't they say so in the first place?
Congratulations, Lieutenant. I think
we're about to go down in the history books.
Just one thing-- it says that if we
don't provide all the correct answers within 24 hours,
the probe will self-destruct with the force of...
500,000 megatons.
That's enough to vaporize the entire station.
We need a low-power scan of the probe.
It began a countdown to a thermonuclear reaction
just after we finished decoding the message.
If it goes off within this area,
there won't be enough left of Babylon 5
to fill a thimble.
Can we get inside, defuse it?
Negative. The hull is seamless.
We have to burn our way in.
The message said any attempt
to defuse or destroy the probe would result
in immediate self-destruct.
What about those questions it wants us to answer?
How many are we lookin' at?
Just over 600.
We've got less than 23 hours to pull them all together.
I've got the computer working on it now,
but some of the stuff is pretty theoretical.
I mean, it's very advanced.
I had to send back to Earth for some of it.
I don't understand.
Why would they want to destroy us
if we can't answer all of their questions?
Whoever sent this considers intelligence
the most important factor
in deciding who should live
and expand out into the universe.
The probe finds worthy candidates
and eliminates those it considers less evolved,
less intelligent.
Sort of like an interstellar gardener
plucking out all the weeds so just the flowers can grow?
Basically, yes.
Let's just hope the high IQ boys back home
give us all the right answers to this test,
otherwise we're gonna get hit
with a 500,000 megaton weedwhacker.
Many of our people are starving, G'Kar...
Starving because the roads have been mined.
Centauri relief ships carrying food are shot down
by the resistance before they can land.
They are trying to buy loyalty with food,
peace with crumbs from their table.
What does it matter where the food comes from?
It keeps our people alive.
It matters.
Only to you.
You don't appreciate the damage
you're causing our people back home
by leading this resistance!
Damage?
Damage I'm causing?
I didn't invade Narn!
I didn't bomb our world with asteroids,
level our cities!
I didn't--
all right!
I'm sorry, G'Kar.
The choice of words was unfortunate.
Any Centauri vessel is a legitimate target.
We are arranging for our own food drops.
You cannot bring in as much as the Centauri,
not enough to do any good.
Neither can they.
What little they bring
is a token with one purpose--
to make our people fight over their scraps.
You think they care what happens to us?
This is about control.
I think it's about pride.
Your pride.
You sit here in exile
and dream of your return in triumph,
of personally driving the Centauri from our world,
but this is not the time for armed resistance, G'Kar.
Soon, yes...
But not now.
We must bide our time,
recover from our wounds, and lull the Centauri
into a sense of false security.
How?
By surrendering.
We are fighting for our world, Na'far.
What would you
have me do otherwise?
Postpone the fight...
Just for a little while,
and come back with me to Narn.
Surrender to the Centauri.
I have it on very good authority that you will not be harmed.
If I return,
who will lead our people here?
I will.
The Centauri trust me.
The others will not accept you.
They may...
When I tell them that if you do not come back with me,
the Centauri will begin harassing their families
back home.
Some of them may even be imprisoned...
Or tortured.
For the sake of everyone, G'Kar,
you must give up Babylon 5...
And come home.
Does it hurt here?
Does it hurt here, right here?
Does it hurt?
How about--
doesn't understand a damn thing
I'm saying.
Where's the translator?
It should be here any minute.
But they said that a half hour ago!
Now, I can't do a proper diagnosis
if I can't communicate.
He may have a ruptured peritellum,
too small to show up on the scanners.
Now, I don't wanna operate unless--
[beep beep]
Damn it.
Now what?
Yes.
I was wondering if you'd heard back from Earth
on those medical questions?
No, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to check back.
I've been a little busy around here.
Doctor, if we don't get those answers
on molecular biology,
whatever you're doing down there won't matter
because your patients won't live long enough
to appreciate your assistance.
All right, all right.
I'll check back as soon as I can.
Med lab out.
We can't wait much longer.
Prep him for surgery. We'll do an exploratory.
Yes, doctor.
I don't want to go to Minbar.
Of course you want to go to Minbar.
Everyone wants to go to Minbar.
It is the vacation spot of the season, assuming
you're part of the long robes and head bone set.
Londo--
Vir, it's a good career move for you.
From time to time, you'll come back here,
report to me.
We will, uh, do a little business together...
And who will take care of things when I'm gone?
I'm quite capable of taking care of myself, Vir.
I want you away from here.
This is not a good place for you.
I want to protect you.
I don't want to be protected.
Well, I'm afraid it's not your decision.
It's already done.
You have been promoted.
You'll earn more money, receive more attention,
women may even come to find you attractive
in time.
I know it is a great burden,
but I think that you will adjust.
Now, I must go.
I'm late for my appointment.
Londo, if I leave,
you will be alone.
Ah!
I have always been alone.
And what do we make of this?
It looks Narn on the outside,
but I hear it is Centauri on the inside.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm a duly appointed liaison--
appointed by who, the Centauri?
To be their pet,
their messenger, their puppet?
I just heard from homeworld
my pouch brother has been arrested.
I'm told he will be released
when G'Kar returns home.
I am sorry.
I tried to warn you.
You are a blood traitor, Na'far.
The Centauri failed to break us
with bombs and guns and ships,
and now you come to break our soul.
Go back to Narn
or we'll--
you would strike against your own kind?
Only if you consider someone cowardly enough
to strike from behind one of his own kind.
Stop it!
Enough!
Have I led you no better than this?
Have I taught you no better than this?
Look at yourselves!
We're at each other's throats!
By G'Quan, I won't have this.
Na'far...
I won't allow the Centauri
to use me to turn us against one another.
If they want me to return home,
if that is the price,
then let's pay it and get this over with!
I will return with you to Narn.
How we doing on those questions?
75 more to go. We just started
translating a batch on molecular biology.
Corpsman, check these figures again,
make sure they came through the translator ok.
I don't wanna get killed because of a typo.
It would be embarrassing.
On it.
Can we power up the weapon system gradually
so the probe won't pick it up?
We can try, but it may not matter.
The probe's supposed to be fast enough
to blow the instant we fire.
Maybe, and maybe they're bluffing.
If we don't get those answers in time,
we may have to take that chance.
Power up slowly.
Captain, I've got the transport pilots association
on the link again. They want to know
when you're gonna meet with them
to finish the discussion about weapons.
They've called 5 times in the last hour.
How long before that probe detonates?
6 hours.
Tell them we'll reconvene in 7 hours.
If that thing blows, at least it'll save me
from one more annoying conversation.
Always finding the good in every situation,
eh, Captain? Absolutely.
If I didn't, I might end up like you.
Hey, what's that supposed to mean?
Did anybody else hear that?
Did you hear that?
No, Commander. Good.
I swear, if we live through this,
somebody's going to find
their automatic shower preferences
reprogrammed for ice water.
[Door chimes]
Yes?
Mr. Garibaldi. It's late.
What can I do for you?
I heard on the grapevine you were leaving.
I didn't believe it,
but figured I'd better check it out.
The families of those here on Babylon 5
will be harassed and intimidated until I return.
So...i return.
I thought your government
gave you orders to stay.
That government no longer exists.
I do what I must.
If you go back, the Centauri will kill you.
You know it. I know it.
If I didn't know better,
I might think you were...
Genuinely concerned.
G'Kar, too many people in my life have died,
and I don't want to add any more to the list.
So please...Don't do it.
My fate is in the hands of G'Quan.
What must happen will happen.
Thank you for your concern...
Mr. Garibaldi.
Good night.
And we've been able to track down
most of the data you asked for.
I'm transmitting it now.
Wait--wait a minute.
Now, what do you mean, "most of the data"?
2 of the questions in molecular biology
are very advanced.
There have only been a couple of papers
published in this area.
Both by Dr. Franz Mueller,
we haven't been able to get ahold of him.
But you've got the rest of the data.
The rest don't matter unless you have all of them.
You can't just give me some of them and say it's enough!
Dr. Mueller is on vacation.
Well, then, you'd better damn well find him,
or you're gonna have a quarter-million dead people
on your conscience!
There's no reason to speak to me in that fashion.
We've got 4 hours to live,
and you're worried about being rude?
No. I don't wanna hear it. Now, get on that web,
you use his emergency code, and find him!
Or I swear, the last thing I'll do
is send a report on your incompetence
straight to Earthdome!
You'll be disbarred so fast, there'll be skid marks
as they throw your ass out of the e.M.A.
Now you get on it and get on it now!
Dr. Franklin...
Are you all right?
Yeah. I'm fine.
How's the patient?
Not good.
You get him down to medlab 2.
You get estevez going on him now. Go.
Citizen G'Kar
has said the things you want to hear,
focused your anger on blood and revenge
and retaliation.
All these things will be ours,
but at the proper time
and in the proper way.
This is neither.
As the newly established liaison between you
and the provisional government,
I can help you work within the system
imposed upon us
to rebuild Narn,
to feed, clothe,
and protect our people.
For what can be more important
than their safety?
There is perhaps one thing.
Ivanova: How much time?
Corpsman: 3 minutes.
Standing by to transmit.
Commander, the message we got from the probe,
what did it promise
if we did give all the right answers?
Advanced tech, mainly-- medical information,
cures for disease, new jumpgate technology.
But it never gave you the name of the race
or where it's from?
I assumed we'd get that information
once we'd passed this test.
2 minutes.
Ok. Here we go.
No. Wait! There's something about this
that has been bothering me ever since we made contact.
We have been operating under the assumption
that whoever sent the probe is deciding
whether or not a sentient race is fit to survive,
based on what they know at the moment of contact.
But if that's true, why give them a leg up
on more-advanced technologies?
Maybe they were feeling generous.
No. If they were feeling generous,
they wouldn't be wiping inferior races
based on lack of advancement.
No, I don't like it.
Captain, we're down to one minute.
I don't see any other options here.
What if it's a berserker,
a probe sent out to find life forms
advanced enough to pose a threat
to the race that created it?
It sends a list of questions
backed by a threat.
Now, if it gets the right answers back,
that proves a certain level of technological advancement,
then boom!
You wipe out a potential enemy without leaving any trace
of where you came from.
Or it could be exactly what it said:
15 seconds. Captain...
Send or no send?
No send!
Oh, boy.
Ivanova: It's breaking off.
You were right.
Being right isn't enough. What about the next guy?
Are there any securebots in that area?
Just one.
5,000 clicks.
That's far enough.
Relay those answers to the bot,
move it toward the probe,
and have it stand by to transmit.
Probe is at 3,000 clicks.
3,004.
3,006.
Stand by.
Transmit!
Send out a recovery team
to pick up the debris for study.
Captain, are you all right?
Aw, nuts.
What's wrong?
I mean, we survived.
Right, which means now I have to go back
to that stupid transport association meeting.
Oh, well.
If I live through this job
without completely losing my mind,
it will be a miracle of biblical proportions.
Well, there goes my faith in the almighty.
Is there a problem, g'dok?
I cannot let you leave.
You are valued,
and you are needed here.
Thank you.
But I must go.
I'm sorry, but I do what I must.
We cannot let you leave, G'Kar.
You are valued, and you are needed here.
This is foolishness.
I'm doing this for your own good.
We cannot let you go, G'Kar.
The only way out is through all of us.
If I stay here...
Your families are in jeopardy.
Is anything more important
than their safety?
Yes. Their freedom.
It's better to die in the cause of freedom
than to live in comfort as a slave.
We understand this,
and our families understand this
because you taught it to us.
Stay, G'Kar, for us
and for them.
To leave, now that I have decided to stay
and join the others, would be rude.
And extremely uncomfortable.
That is a katak.
Once drawn,
it cannot be sheathed until it draws blood.
Again you would raise arms
against your own kind?
Have I taught you nothing?
I carry my sword in my hand.
You carry yours in your heart
and in your mind.
As I see it,
that gives you a 2-1 advantage in arms.
Be fair, citizen G'Kar.
I will stay.
Franklin: We never get a break, do we?
Now, we went through that whole nonsense
because some race wants to yank our chain.
Pass the test and die.
Fail the test, and remain ignorant.
I know. It's a pain in the neck.
But would you really want your life safe,
predictable, easy?
Sometimes.
Listen, uh... I want to say
I may have jumped the gun a little when we talked.
I had no business getting in your face about the stims.
You say you got it covered, that's your call.
Thank you.
And I do have it covered.
I do.
I went through this whole nonsense
with the probe
and about a half a dozen sick patients,
and I never touched the stuff once.
So where's the, uh, Captain and Ivanova,
heroes of the hour?
Don't ask.
[Shouting]
People, please! I can't conduct the meeting!
Please!
Order!
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