[Ivanova] August 3, 2260.
Personal diary.
10 days ago, for the first time,
the Shadows began attacking openly.
So far, they've been hitting targets close to the rim--
the minor powers,
a few in the league of non-aligned worlds.
The attacks seemed totally random,
almost senseless.
If we thought it was nuts around here before,
this has only made things worse.
We've had to hire more security personnel
to keep things calm,
make sure the wrong type of people don't get on board.
But without our resources back home
for background checks,
we have to assume there will be lapses.
[Ivanova] Everyone's been handling
the stress pretty well.
But sooner or later,
something's got to give somewhere.
Nobody's seen Kosh in almost a week.
When the Vorlon goes to ground, I worry.
What's going through his-- its mind?
I can't even guess.
And Londo, Londo is Londo.
You never know which way he'll jump next.
[Doorbell chimes]
Come.
Londo, you wanted to see me?
Yes, Vir.
All right. That's fine.
Bring in the waist a little,
and we'll be done.
Good, good.
Now, Vir,
I want you to rent
a suite for me,
the biggest suite in all of Babylon 5,
and I want it filled with flowers.
It'll cost.
Pay it.
Nothing is too good for her.
Her?
Her who?
Adira.
After all this time,
she is finally coming back to me.
[Ivanova] So far, we've got everything
more or less under control.
We should be ok for now...
As long as nothing else goes wrong.
The Babylon project was our last best hope for peace.
It failed.
In the year of the Shadow War, it became something greater--
our last best hope...
For victory.
The year is 2260.
The place...
Their technology is too far advanced beyond our own.
We cannot defend ourselves
against this new enemy without help.
Is there anything that Earth can do?
My people back home
have their own problems right now.
Since we declared independence,
we are not exactly in the position
to ask them for anything.
Everyone's on their own.
I sometimes think that was the intent.
Our military is hopelessly outnumbered.
We lost many ships
in our recent war with our neighbors.
Now you're all in the same position,
unable to defend yourselves.
I can't believe you would've trusted the Shadows
when they said they were on your side.
They just wanted you to waste your resources
fighting each other.
We thought they recognized our value over theirs.
It's not about value.
It's--it's--
i--i don't know what it is.
I don't know what the Shadows want exactly,
but they are not on anybody's side
but their own.
I've asked a representative
from the gaim to join us here
because they are the closest
major civilization
in your sector of space.
Ambassador she'lah,
there are four other worlds in your area
that could help the Brakiri,
but they said
they would only consider it
if your people got involved.
Will you?
No.
And why not?
We are not attacked yet,
may not be attacked.
If we join Brakiri, we are noticed.
We invite attack.
They are going to come for you
sooner or later.
You do not know that.
What they do not see
they may not attack.
The enemy is powerful.
Show us you have equal power,
then we will consider.
If not, we will stay quiet.
Do you have equal power?
No. No. No. I am sorry,
but I completely disagree with your prognosis.
Well, then, you shouldn't have brought him to me
for a second opinion.
Prepare to ventilate lung number 3.
You do that, you'll disrupt
his entire metabolism.
Look, this is my facility, Dr. Hobbs,
and I don't like having my judgment questioned.
I'm not questioning your judgment.
I'm saying you're flat wrong.
Look, I don't have time for this,
and neither does he, all right?
Begin ventilation to take the pressure
off the secondary pulmonary system.
Where should we stop?
9 p.S.I. Doctor!
Have a seat, lend a hand, or get out of my way.
But do not question me in my lab, doctor.
Doc, we've got an emergency.
Get in line.
He was breaking up a fight down below,
and somebody attacked him.
I've got minimal life signs,
severe cardiac arrhythmia.
Blood pressure dropping fast.
All right. Get him to the infirmary,
start an iv and cardiac stabilization.
Dr. Franklin, we're losing him.
What? What are you talking about?
I said, "we're losing him."
He's right.
We lost biosigns when lung number 3
dropped below 11 p.S.I.
Well, bring him up.
I told you to stop at 13 p.S.I.
Doctor! Get him up fast!
I want 13 p.S.I. Right now.
Bring him up that fast,
and you might rupture the lung cap.
That's a chance we're gonna have to take.
Doc... Just a second.
I--i just wanted to tell you--
what the hell is it with everybody in this room?
Doesn't anyone listen to one damn word I say?
I said, we will take the chance.
And I said, we will take care of him.
And, I said, "13 p.S.I."
13! 13! 13!
Now, you got it?
Damn it!
Respiratory system stabilizing.
Lung cap in place.
Good. Good.
Michael, look. I know he's one of yours, all right?
We're going to take care of him, ok?
It's gross incompetence.
I told them to stop...
At 9 p.S.I.
Damn it, doctor.
Shall we check the lab tapes to confirm?
You check whatever you want.
I don't give a damn.
So it's my title you wanted
all along, huh?
I want no more than I'm getting.
And what is it
that you're getting, adira--
a washed-up old republican
dreaming of better days?
These are my better days, Londo...
Thanks to you.
We Centauri
live our lives for appearances.
But when I look beneath the mask
I am forced to wear,
I see only emptiness.
And then I think of you...
And I say...
"To hell with appearances."
Do you know what freedom means
to a slave?
Then take this
and wear it proudly as a free woman.
And someday, come back to me.
Good-bye, my Ambassador.
Ambassador.
Londo.
Yes, Vir. What is it?
You asked me to remind you about adira's suite.
You can look at it whenever you like.
All right. I'll be right there.
Hello? Who is there?
Hello, Mollari.
We have something to settle, you and I.
I'm disappointed in you, Mollari.
I don't know how you did it.
Lord Refa isn't
returning my calls anymore.
Somehow you convinced
your government
to pull back their campaign
against several other worlds
on the fringe of Centauri space.
I may have said a word to someone here and there,
something about not weakening our defenses
by fighting trivial border wars.
I thought we had a deal.
We carved up the galaxy, you and I.
Yes, we did.
And what you do in your half is your business.
And what I do in mine is mine.
We need your government
to continue its campaign.
Yes.
And why is that, hmm?
I don't think you have any interest
in restoring the glory of the Centauri Republic.
No. I think you are using us as,
shall we say, agents of chaos,
a convenient distraction making it easier
for your associates to do
whatever they wish to do, yes?
[Shadow making sounds]
My associates need a voice and an ear
in the Centauri royal court.
If you violate
the terms of our agreement,
my associates may turn their eye
toward your home world.
Then we shall pluck it out.
If you put yourself
between us and our objectives,
you may come to regret it.
There is nothing you can do to me, Mr. Morden,
that has not already been done.
[Shadow making noises]
Good day.
[Shadow making noises]
No.
We need him alive for now.
There are other ways.
[Doorbell chimes]
Yeah. Come in.
Stephen.
Michael, what can I do for you?
I just thought I'd swung by
to see how things are going.
You, uh, coming in or going out?
I'm going out.
I took off long enough
to grab a fast shower, something to eat.
I got to get back to work.
I thought your shift ended 1/2 hour ago.
Well, it did.
But, uh, we're short-handed,
and since I can handle it...
I don't think so.
Excuse me?
I don't think you can handle it.
I don't think you are handling it.
Look, I saw how you were
this afternoon in medlab.
What? It was busy. I lost my temper.
No, you were 5 seconds away from hysteria.
You were crazed and distracted.
And it nearly cost you the life
of one of your patients.
Look, it came out all right.
This time. What about next time?
Look, I don't have to defend myself to you.
I think you do.
Something here ain't right, Stephen.
As your friend, I'm concerned.
As the head of security--
yeah, what are you going to do, Michael?
Arrest me for being distracted?
I didn't know that was a crime.
Now if you'll excuse me.
I have to get dressed
and get back to work.
Hey, Stephen, wake up.
For the last 6 months,
you've been acting
more and more erratic.
Now, it's not just me.
Everybody's noticed.
If it's the stims again, I can help.
Look, would you just give it a rest?
You've been riding my butt about stims all year.
Enough!
I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Don't make me go around you
to do my job.
You do whatever you have to, Michael.
I don't care.
I am tired of this discussion.
And I'm tired of you
butting into my life every 15 minutes.
So you do your job, and I'll do mine, ok?
Ok, fine. Just remember,
I came to you first. I gave you a chance.
It's a hell of lot more
than you're giving me.
It's late.
You should rest.
Oh, I can't. I can't.
The reports keep coming in,
more hit and run Shadow attacks.
They jump in,
blow everything up in sight,
and then jump out again.
They don't even bother
to secure the area.
It doesn't make sense.
It's the same pattern
they used 1,000 years ago.
It keeps the major powers off-guard,
never knowing when to expect an attack.
What is the goal?
If it isn't about territory,
what is it about?
I don't know, Delenn.
I don't know.
The only way we're going to
survive this war
is to organize the league,
the Narns,
and as many other races as possible
into a cohesive, offensive force.
It's never been done before,
and I can see why.
I mean, it's like
stacking marbles in a corner.
They are hip-deep in their own agendas
and their own rivalries.
I mean, half of them
won't even talk to the other half.
But what's worse--
what?
I feel like I'm lying to them.
You've seen the reports
from the front lines.
Yes. I have ideas, some possibilities.
But at this moment, the stone-cold fact
is that none of us
can stand up to those ships.
If we could just
score one victory against the Shadows,
it'd be enough to make
some of the others come around.
Then perhaps we should give them a victory.
Oh, just like that?
Just like that.
And how do you suggest we do that?
I'm sure you'll think of something.
Every day people around here start talking
more and more like Kosh.
Doctor, may I?
Please.
This never ceases to amaze me.
Every time someone says
we're becoming a paperless society,
I get 10 more forms to fill out.
So what can I do for you, Mr. Garibaldi?
I saw what happened in medlab.
I checked the tapes. You were right.
Dr. Franklin gave the med techs
the wrong information.
Yes.
And if they hadn't caught it as quick as they did,
the patient would've died.
Very likely.
As I understand it,
everyone working in a medlab facility
with constant exposure to alien life forms
has to submit blood samples
on a regular basis for examination, right?
Mm-hmm. That's right. It's all done automatically.
Who gets these tests?
Dr. Franklin.
As the chief of staff,
he's the only one authorized
for that kind of access.
But you know where they are.
I do.
I need you to pull Franklin's blood samples
for the last 12 months,
check for anything out of the ordinary.
Does the word "privacy" mean anything to you
Mr. Garibaldi?
Look, as head of security,
I can get that information myself
through channels, but that means
bringing other people in on it,
and if those samples show
what I think they show,
Stephen can pretty much
kiss the rest of his career good-bye.
I'm trying to help him.
No.
I'm sorry. If you want that information,
you're going to have to go through channels.
I can't just give it to you.
All right. Can you at least
tell me where it is in the system,
just to make it easy to find
when I go through channels?
Mr. Garibaldi,
Stephen and I have had
our professional disagreements
from time to time,
but I don't want to see him hurt.
Neither do I.
I just hope it's not too late.
And we'll need a dozen bottles of Brivari,
at least 10 years old,
uh, several carafes of hot jala,
and three dozen--
no, make it four dozen bouquets
of star laces.
This is going to be expensive.
You can put it on the Ambassador's
personal account.
Anything else?
Uh, yes.
Some personal effects for lady adira.
Uh, clothes and things.
What kind of things?
Um...
Whoa.
She'll need something nice to wear
when she arrives.
You want this one here with or without garters?
You know, I'm not---
ok, with.
You can never go wrong with garters.
Uh, you might.
Look, I'm gonna leave the list here,
and I'll come back and check on it later, ok?
Hello, Vir.
I'm sorry. I can't talk.
I have things to do.
Uh, apparently so.
Anything I can do to help?
Um, short of dying, no.
I can't think of a thing.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm looking for Vir Cotto.
Um, I was supposed to meet him here.
You just missed him.
I had some details to work out with him.
Details, huh?
Yeah, I think that he said that
he was gonna talk to you about them.
Perhaps you could just tell me what I missed?
Computer, security override.
Code 995 Alpha.
Voice identification, Michael Garibaldi.
Confirmed.
Display the following blood sample tests.
Franklin, Stephen.
File numbers.
Awaiting file numbers for display.
No.
No. Never mind. Abort.
Why?
Why'd I do it?
Or why didn't I do it?
Why didn't you do it?
Because on some level,
you've got to know the truth.
And after everything we've been through,
if you can't talk to me,
what the hell's the point?
You know, when I figured out what you were doing,
I ran the test myself,
checking for stim levels.
I figured I'd show you--
prove to you that you were wrong.
The thing about medicine
is that it all comes down to the numbers.
"X" amount of something is safe.
"Y amount is dangerous.
"X" amount of stims in your bloodstream
proves that you're not addicted.
"Y" amount proves that you are.
It's funny...
How easy it is to just lose track.
You don't realize how much you're doing.
But the numbers don't lie, do they?
No, they don't.
So...
Now that we both know the truth,
what are you going to do about it?
That's funny.
I was just going to ask you
the same question,
'cause right now it's not my decision.
It's yours.
Yeah.
I guess it is.
Nobody wants to fight a war
unless they know
there's at least a chance of winning.
You can give them that hope.
As one of the older races,
your technology has to be
at least as good as the Shadows.
Now if you can
convince your government
to send out an expedition
to engage one or two of their ships...
No.
All right. I know you can't take
the entire Shadow fleet by yourselves,
but if you could beat them in just one fight,
that could be the break we need
to get everyone organized.
Then we'd have a real chance.
You could do it, couldn't you?
Perhaps, but there are still few of us.
It is not our time.
It is yours.
We are not prepared yet.
Don't turn your back on me.
Don't you even try to walk away from me!
Just who the hell do you think you are?
Wait. I know what you think you are,
what you want us to believe.
But I don't buy it.
For three years now,
you've been pulling everyone's strings,
getting us to do all the work
and you haven't done a damn thing
but stand there and look cryptic!
Well, it's about time you started
pulling your own weight around here!
[Tech] We're getting an energy surge.
Location?
I don't know. It's a non-localized phenomenon.
I hear you've got a saying,
"understanding is a three-edged sword."
Well, we've got a saying, too,
"put your money where your mouth is."
Impudent.
Yeah? Well, maybe that's the only way
to get through to you.
You said you wanted to teach me to fight legends.
Well, you're a legend, too,
and I am not going away until you agree.
Incorrect.
Leave now.
No.
Disobedient. Up yours.
So, the real Kosh
shows his colors at last, huh?
You angry now?
Angry enough to kill me?
Because that's the only way I'm leaving.
Unless your people get off their
encounter-suited butts
and do something, I've got nothing to lose.
Hell, my own government wants to kill me,
and if we lose this war, I'm just as dead.
Our only chance is to get
the other races on board for this fight.
And right now, you're the key to doing that.
It is not yet time.
And who decides that time?
You?
You put me in this position!
You asked me to fight this damn war!
Well, it's about time you let me fight it my way!
How many people have already died
fighting this war of yours, huh?
How many more will die
before you come down off that mountain
and get involved?
Ships, colonies,
whole worlds are being destroyed out there,
and you do nothing!
How many more?
How many more, Kosh?
How many more dead
before you're satisfied, huh?
Aah!
Go ahead.
Maybe one more death
will help balance out the books.
Go on. Get it over with.
Save us both the trouble later.
Ahh.
I will do as you ask...
But there is a price to pay.
I will not be there to help you
when you go to Z'ha'dum.
Yeah, you already said if I go to Z'ha'dum, I'll die.
Yes.
Now.
All right.
If that's the trade-off,
if you want to withhold your help
when the time comes, that's fine.
I'll go it alone.
You do not understand, but you will.
Captain.
Just got word of another Shadow attack
in Brakiri space.
It started about an hour ago.
Anything else?
No. They're completely outgunned.
All right. Keep monitoring and let me know
the moment anything changes.
Captain, Vorlon fleet is engaging Shadow vessel.
The Vorlons? Who's winning?
We are.
Yes.
It's strange.
I can barely catch my breath.
I have been looking forward to this
for so long that I feel...
Gods, Vir, I feel happy.
I had almost forgotten
what it was like,
but I don't understand.
We couldn't have missed her.
Excuse me, sir.
There are more coming behind you,
are there not?
Excuse me, uh, anyone else on board?
Ambassador.
Who is that?
I'm sorry. This isn't--
I said who is that?
Her name is adira Tyree.
The purser found her in her cabin
just before they docked.
I'm sorry, Ambassador.
Did you know her?
How?
How did she die?
We don't know.
There was no sign of violence.
No obvious trauma.
It may have been natural causes.
We won't know for sure
until there's an autopsy.
Why?
Why did you do this?
Poison was always the instrument of choice
in the old Republic.
Being something of a sentimentalist,
I got here first,
and because, sooner or later,
you would do it to me.
I'm sorry, Ambassador.
I'll see to it you get a full report.
Check her for poison. Yes.
You hear me? Check her for poison.
Londo.
[Ivanova] The news is spreading
all over the place, Captain.
We've got every Ambassador in the station
ready to sign on.
I should stop by and see Kosh,
thank him for his help.
[Ivanova] It's almost 2 A.M.
You're exhausted.
My grandfather had a saying.
"Good news can wait.
Bad news will refuse to leave."
Get some sleep.
John...
Johnny.
Dad?
I don't have much time, son.
I want you to know you were right.
I didn't want to admit that.
Just pride, I guess.
You get--at my age,
you get kind of set in your ways.
It had to be done.
Don't blame yourself
for what happened later.
Dad, are you--
are you all right?
It's too late for me.
I'm sorry for what I did before.
I knew what was ahead. I guess--
I guess I was afraid.
When you've lived as long as I have,
you kind of get used to it.
Uh...
I wish I could have done more for you.
There's so much I should have said,
and now it's too late.
You're right.
It's time you begin fighting this war your way.
I've got to go now, John.
No, no. Don't-- don't leave.
It's--it's all right, son.
See, as long as you're here...
I'll always be here.
Kosh!
Kosh.
My people are going over Kosh's place
with a fine-toothed comb,
but we've got nothing.
No sign of forced entry,
no prints, no DNA fragments.
The place looks like
it's been through a war.
No sign of a body.
You will not find one.
Then how do you know he's dead?
I know.
So do the Vorlons, somehow.
They asked us to keep this to ourselves.
They grieve for the death of Kosh
as much as we do,
but they know that the alliance
we have formed
with the other worlds is young and fragile.
News of his passing could destroy it.
It was not uncommon for Kosh to go unseen
for weeks at a time.
That gives the Vorlons enough time
to send a replacement.
No one will know.
He must have known this would happen
as soon as the Vorlons got directly involved.
That's what he meant when he said
that he wouldn't be there for me later.
I thought he was angry,
trying to punish me,
but he was afraid.
You look at him and...
Never would think he could be afraid.
The Vorlon government made one final request.
They asked that his encounter suit...
Everything that was his...
Be placed in his ship.
[Garibaldi] And then what?
It was poison...
As I suspected...
And I believe you know something about this.
Last thing I heard from Lord Refa
was that he was very upset with you.
Understandable.
You did try to poison him after all.
He mentioned something about evening the score.
I wasn't able to find out what he was planning,
because he stopped talking to me
right after that, at your urging.
If I had stayed in contact with him,
sooner or later I'd have found out
what he was up to
and I could have stopped him.
No sentimental reasons.
It's just inefficient.
I'm terribly sorry, Londo, i--i--
is that why you called me here?
I gave this to her...
Told her to wear it proudly as a free woman.
I might as well have signed her death warrant.
Everyone around me dies, Mr. Morden...
Except the ones that most deserve it.
That is about to change.
You said that you would go away
for as long as I wanted.
I no longer want that.
All I want now
is revenge.
They took from me...
The one thing that I have--
have ever truly loved.
And you will help me, Mr. Morden,
to strike them down.
Give me this...
And the safety of my people...
And let the rest of the galaxy burn.
I don't care anymore.
Will you help me, Mr. Morden?
Of course, Ambassador.
As ever, I am always in your service.
Doc.
Garibaldi said you wanted to see me privately.
Yes, I did.
Maybe you've noticed,
maybe you haven't,
but I haven't been doing
as good a job around here
as I should have.
I kept wanting to do more,
and I ended up doing less.
It's ironic, you know?
When I look in the mirror,
I don't see me.
I see the job.
I was the job.
Nothing else mattered.
I haven't been on a date,
I haven't seen a vid,
I haven't just sat and listened to music
in I don't know how long.
Stephen, I have-- wait, wait.
Let me finish, because if I stop,
I'm afraid I'm not gonna get through this.
All right.
I've been taking stims, John.
A lot of them.
Too many...
Because they kept me busy.
They kept me from looking in the mirror
and realizing that I do not know
who was looking back at me.
I was so obsessed
with fixing other people's problems
because I was afraid to face my own.
I don't think I have that luxury anymore.
Now I can keep lying to myself
till something goes wrong...
Somebody dies.
Or I can stop now--
leave the job before you're forced
to take it away from me.
So, effective immediately,
I am resigning
as chief of staff of the medlab facility.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do.
I guess I'll, uh, figure it out.
Look--
I've got a lot to figure out,
and it's time I got started.
[Garibaldi] And then what?
[Delenn] Then, once Kosh's
belongings are loaded
into his ship,
it will activate itself.
The ship was made for him.
It was a part of him.
In a curious way, it is alive.
It cannot live without him,
so it will grieve as we do in its own way
and perform its last duty
in memory of Kosh.