Londo: A Narn heavy cruiser?!
This is intolerable!
By treaty, all Narn warships
will be turned over to Centauri forces.
Sorry. We didn't sign that treaty.
You got a problem, call Earth.
If they hadn't forced us to break away,
we wouldn't need a mutual protection agreement.
That means we take every ship we can get.
And what guarantees will you give me
that the cruiser
will not open fire on a Centauri vessel
as it approaches Babylon 5, hmm?
It's the same guarantee I gave when I said
that none of the other Narns
would break into your quarters
in the middle of the night and slit your throat.
Mr. Garibaldi, you have never given me that promise.
You're right. Sleep tight.
Can I help you?
Uh, yes. I'm looking for Dr. Franklin.
I'm afraid he's not here.
He's taken a personal leave of absence
from his post as chief of staff.
Is there something I can do for you?
I just arrived,
and I heard about Ambassador Kosh.
I was hoping someone here
could tell me what happened.
I'm afraid that information is confidential.
Look, I know he's dead.
I'm not going to say anything to anyone.
I was just-- I am his--
I was his aide.
I was wondering
if anyone was there when it happened.
Did anyone speak to him?
No. I'm sorry.
By the time we were called in,
it was too late.
All right. Thank you.
Chief, you're just in time.
The Vorlon transport
carrying the new Ambassador
just came through the jumpgate.
What's up?
Captain wants to convene a meeting
of the war council this afternoon.
Figured I'd give you heads-up on it.
Thanks. The way the day's been going,
I'll take whatever advance warning I can get.
Better get the Captain on the link.
Tell him the Vorlon ship's about to dock.
Uh... I could do that.
Why?
I'd...just prefer to, that's all.
Ok. What is it?
With everything that's been going on
around here lately,
he just needed to get out a little,
stretch his legs a bit,
so he took a walk.
Outside...
On the forward cargo stabilizers.
[Sighs]
Ohh...
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...
I thank you for this, G'Kar.
We've been on the run for so long,
I haven't tasted fresh food for months.
It's not the hero's welcome you deserve,
but it will do for now.
Breen.
You've managed to import breen from homeworld. How?
It, uh, isn't actually breen.
The smell. The taste.
It's an Earth food.
They are called Swedish meatballs.
It's a strange thing, but every sentient race
has its own version of these Swedish meatballs.
I suspect it's one of those great, universal mysteries
which will either never be explained,
or which would drive you mad
if you ever learned the truth.
So, na'kal, have you been able to determine
how many of our ships survived the war?
The Centauri and their allies
were quite thorough, G'Kar.
We estimate no more than 10--
a mix of dreadnoughts,
heavy cruisers, medium warships.
Fortunately, the Centauri
were in such a hurry to reach homeworld,
they left some of our ships disabled,
but not destroyed.
Most are being repaired now,
cannibalizing one to fix another.
What of your ship, na'kal?
The g'tok is fully functional.
Had we not been given shelter
by Captain Sheridan
during the last days of the war,
the story might have been very different.
When do we strike back?
We don't.
Not until we have repaired the other ships.
For now, the most important thing we can do
is lend our forces to protect this place
because if Babylon 5 falls, we all fall with it.
I thought Garibaldi was going to be here.
He was. Then I told him
what I noticed in the maintenance log.
Dr. Franklin hasn't been in or out of his quarters
in 3, almost 4 days.
Has anyone seen him lately?
No. That's what's got Garibaldi worried.
Ever since he resigned medlab,
he just hasn't been the same.
I think he's in a lot of pain.
Damn. I should've gone to see him.
When he told me he was hooked on stims,
I didn't know what to say.
I was floored.
Then everything got nuts,
as it always does.
Ah, that's no excuse.
I hope he's ok.
Garibaldi said he'd link in
as soon as he found out anything.
[Door opens]
Welcome to Babylon 5, Ambassador.
I'm Captain John Sheridan.
This is my second, Commander Susan Ivanova.
Thank you for coming.
I wish we could've met under better circumstances.
I didn't know Ambassador Kosh
as well as I might've wished.
I'm not sure anyone did, really.
But we were enriched by his presence,
and we are all diminished by his loss.
As per your government's request,
we've kept Kosh's death a secret,
known only to the command staff
and those medlab personnel directly involved.
To avoid damaging the fragile alliance
that we've created here,
they've asked us to continue maintaining that secret.
So now I understand,
for all intents and purposes,
you are to take Kosh's place.
You'll occupy his quarters,
and we are to refer to you by his name
when we're in public, is that correct?
Ah. Well, then we'll show you the way.
Ivanova will brief you on anything
you need to know.
Uh, before you go...
Your government neglected to tell me your name.
How should I refer to you when we're alone?
Kosh.
Yes, I understand
that's how we're to refer to you publicly,
but, uh, privately?
[Firmly] Kosh.
Ambassador Kosh is dead.
We are all Kosh.
Well, he's a Vorlon all right.
Yep.
Stephen.
Fine. I was wondering
when you'd get around to looking for me.
How'd you find me?
You've been using your credit chit
to buy food, supplies,
and traveling in a straight line.
So I figured I'd jump ahead of that line
and hit the first open market.
What the hell are you doing?
Well, it's a long story.
You want some?
Why is everything around here a long story?
Why isn't anything ever a short story?
A paragraph?
Look, just give me the short version, ok?
All right. Walkabout.
That's it?
Hey, it's that or the long version,
so you take your pick.
Oh. Ok...Ok.
As a foundationist, I was always taught
that if you're not careful,
you can lose yourself in the world.
You get too busy with things,
and not busy enough with yourself.
Spend your days and nights
living someone else's agendas,
fighting someone else's battles.
You're doing the work
you're supposed to be doing,
but every day, there's less and less
of you in it all.
Till one day, you come to a fork in the road,
and because you're distracted,
you're not thinking,
you lose yourself.
You go right, and the rest of you--
the really important part of you--
goes left.
And you don't even know you've done it
till you realize-- you finally realize--
that you don't have any idea who you are
when you're not doing all those things.
Stephen, you don't really believe
there are two of you, do you?
No. It's a metaphor, all right?
There isn't literally another me
walking around the station,
but the principle's real.
I realized I didn't have any idea who I was
when I wasn't being a doctor,
and I think I was using the stims
to avoid facing that.
Now I gotta fix it.
How?
By going walkabout.
You just leave everything, and you start walking.
The foundation adopted the idea
from the aborigines back on Earth.
The theory is if you're separated from yourself,
you start walking,
and you keep walking till you meet yourself.
Then you sit down, and you have a long talk:
Talk about everything that you've learned,
everything that you've felt,
and you talk until you run out of words.
Now, that's vital
because the real important things can't be said.
And then, if you're lucky,
you look up and there's just you.
Then you can go home.
You know how crazy this sounds?
You're a doctor, a scientist.
And?
And what?
Exactly.
I'd heard you arrived.
I was just coming to see you.
Uh...uhh...
Where?
I'm sorry. I wasn't here.
I was doing what he told me to do.
He wasn't with me when I left.
Not even a piece of him.
I swear! [Gasps]
Failed.
Gone.
I know. I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
There was no other?
No...
Not that I knew of.
I'm sorry.
He's gone.
Follow.
How are you settling in with the new Ambassador?
Fine. Fine.
I sense a little hesitation.
Despite their strengths, Vorlons are a delicate people.
They do not react well to change,
and they're not very forgiving of mistakes.
It's been a long time since one of them has died.
They're taking it pretty hard.
That's understandable.
Uh, I had a hunch this was the case.
Who knows how long
one of them lives normally?
I mean, if anything about them
can be called normal.
If you do have any problems
with the Ambassador,
I hope you'll let me know.
Kosh's voice: Is there a problem?
What?
I said, is there a problem?
No, no. Everything's fine.
Is there anything else?
Yes. There's something I need you to do.
♪ Do you remember when you ♪
♪ told me you loved me? ♪
♪ Do you remember when you told me you cared? ♪
♪ Now I'm standing on the edge of forever ♪
♪ and for the first time ♪
♪ I confess that I'm scared... ♪
Hi. I'm gonna have, uh...
♪ 'Cause it's our last night ♪
♪ our last kiss ♪
♪ so turn down the lights ♪
♪ and hold me ♪
♪ oh, lie to me ♪
♪ until I believe ♪
♪ I will be here in your arms ♪
♪ for eternity ♪
♪ I remember the first time you touched me ♪
♪ I remember the first time I cried ♪
♪ oh, I remember ♪
♪ every minute, every hour ♪
♪ and I remember the first time you lied ♪
♪ 'cause it's our last night ♪
♪ our last kiss ♪
♪ so turn down the lights and hold me ♪
♪ oh, lie to me ♪
♪ until I believe ♪
♪ I will be here in your arms for eternity ♪
♪ but I know you, baby ♪
♪ and I hear you ♪
♪ I understand you completely ♪
♪ it's over for you ♪
♪ ohh ♪
♪ I love you, baby ♪
♪ but I will say good-bye ♪
♪ I know you, baby ♪
♪ and I hear you ♪
♪ I understand you completely ♪
♪ it's over for you ♪
♪ I love you, baby ♪
♪ but I will say good-bye ♪
♪ good-bye ♪
[Song ends]
Thank you for coming. Please be seated.
As you know,
Mr. Garibaldi recently uncovered information
which seems to indicate the Shadows have a weakness.
Now, their ships are based on organic technology
which may be vulnerable to telepathic interference.
In theory, a telepath might be able to jam
their central operating system,
leaving them vulnerable to attack.
I noticed a number of conditional phrases in that:
Seems to indicate a weakness..."
May be vulnerable, in theory.
Exactly. Maybe we're right, and maybe we ain't.
Unfortunately,
war doesn't tolerate ambiguities.
We have to find out if we're right.
So, I have decided to test the proposition.
In a few hours,
I'll be leaving on the White Star.
I've asked our only resident telepath,
Lyta Alexander, to come along.
She has agreed.
We'll take up position in hyperspace.
As soon as we hear of a Shadow attack,
we'll jump out and engage one of their fleet ships.
We'll attempt to jam it...
And then destroy it.
The last two times
we ran into full-blown Shadow vessels,
the only way we got out alive was by outsmarting them.
We used Jupiter's gravity to destroy one
and blew up a jumpgate to kill another.
We've never tried a head-on confrontation.
Which makes this mission absolutely essential.
Now, to minimize our losses,
I'll take a skeleton crew.
Mr. Lennier, since I will need a translator,
you'd be an asset, but the choice is yours.
Of course. I would be honored.
There is a second part to this experiment.
Even if we succeed
in jamming one of those ships,
the White Star may not
have the firepower to destroy it.
If any of you could
send along one of your ships as escort--
only the g'tok is capable of a mission
of this nature.
I will have to discuss this with her Captain.
Fair enough.
Delenn?
Consider it done.
Good.
Anyone else?
Captain, I do have one concern.
We do not know how strong a telepath has to be
to jam a Shadow vessel, or how many are necessary.
Lyta is a p5.
She may not be strong enough.
I agree. If you're determined to go through with this,
I recommend some backup.
Bring along a couple of Minbari telepaths
on the other ship.
If it looks like things aren't working,
bring them into range, see if it makes a difference.
I'm trying to minimize the risks.
You're not minimizing anybody's risk
if you don't bring back solid information.
This way, we'll know exactly what we need
to shut these things down.
I agree.
Good. All agreed say aye.
Group: Aye. Opposed?
Nay. The ayes have it.
The war council has spoken.
You'll do it our way.
You look like you're waiting for somebody.
I was.
Well, what happened?
She just got here.
Doesn't look like you're from this part of town.
What's your story?
Thanks.
You a businessman?
You flying in, checking out the low-rent spots
for a little action--
I live here.
Oh, yeah?
I'm a doctor.
Yeah? My mama always told me to marry a doctor.
I just could never find one with the right equipment.
Ha ha ha!
You know, I saw you watching me up there,
and it was like 2 lasers shining out in the night.
I'm sorry.
No, don't be.
I mean, once I got used to the glare,
I kind of liked it.
You know, you're good.
I mean, you are really good.
You're too good for a place like this,
that's for sure.
So--
so, what's your name?
Stephen.
I had an old boyfriend named Stephen,
and he tore my heart down one side and up the other.
So you're gonna be Steve.
Steve. Mm-hmm.
And I'm Cailyn. Cailyn.
And I am proud and honored to make your acquaintance.
Ah! Na'kal, good. Thank you for coming.
I know it's late.
Did you get my message?
I did.
Your opinion?
Sheridan is embarking upon a fool's mission.
We recovered records from our fleet's
last battle with these Shadow vessels.
They never had a chance.
He thinks he has one now.
Perhaps, but our few remaining ships
are our only hope of ever reclaiming homeworld.
We cannot waste them on fools' missions.
But if we withdraw our support,
the odds of his returning to Babylon 5
are considerably smaller.
We cannot squander our resources, G'Kar.
If he dies...
Then he dies.
Sheridan: Ship's log:
We're en route to sector 90 by 110 by 47.
There have been 3 Shadow attacks
in this area in the last week,
so the odds are good they'll hit again soon.
The second we hear anything,
we'll jump to normal space.
I'd feel better about this if we had a few more ships,
but we can't wait any longer.
I just hope this works.
Why do you keep doing that?
Shh, shh, shh.
I'm looking at your soul.
I have a theory
that light passes through us,
refracting our soul, mind, and body
like a rainbow,
and if I get the glass at the right angle...
I can see through to someone's soul.
What do you see?
Just pieces.
Hasn't worked yet.
Maybe it worked better than you think.
What are you doing here?
I don't quite know myself.
That's the wrong answer.
You're supposed to say
you're here to spend the night...
With a beautiful woman.
I am?
You could be.
[Doorbell chimes]
Ahhrrahrrr!
Yes, yes! What? Come in!
I brought back your damn book.
Surely this can wait until--
why the hell should I care what's in it
if you don't?
You're not making sense.
No? What the hell is that Narn ship still doing here?
I discussed the situation with war leader na'kal.
He felt it better to conserve our resources.
Did he? Well, how practical of him.
Oh, now--
no, no, no! Never mind.
You're right. He's right.
Everybody's right. Let's look out for ourselves.
When that cruiser popped out of hyperspace,
we should've done the same.
We should've let the Centauri
take custody of it in the first place,
instead of sending out our ships and our pilots
to defend it.
He doesn't want to go.
Of course he doesn't!
It's easy to fight when you've got a lot of ships.
The real crunch comes
when you're down to almost nothing.
Then you either play it safe and probably lose it all,
or you take a chance.
After everything we've been through with your people,
Sheridan was crazy to send our pilots out to fight
for your ship. They didn't want to go,
they didn't want to leave b-5 defenseless,
and they sure as hell didn't want to die,
but they did it because Sheridan
told them to do it, and because it was right.
This time, it is possible he could be wrong.
It's possible, but you don't follow an order
because you know for sure it'll work out.
You do what you're told
because your C.O. has the moral authority
that says you may not come back,
but the cause is just and fair and necessary.
That's why Sheridan's out there.
And, damn it, that's where that cruiser should be, too!
It's not na'kal's decision, G'Kar.
He doesn't see the big picture. You do.
So in my book...
And your book, that makes it your responsibility.
Deal with it.
It's not right,
you living here like this.
You could do so much better.
No.
I am where I am, and it is what it is.
But I could help.
Look, I'm ok. I'm not a wounded bird.
I know, I know.
Just wish there was something
I could do.
Well...there is.
What?
Metazine.
Metazine?
That stuff is prescription only.
It's a narcotic.
I know. It helps me sleep.
Well...
You could sleep a lot better
if you didn't drink as much as you do.
Look, you asked if there was anything you could do.
No. Look, ask me anything else
but that, ok?
Ok.
[Sighs]
Worried?
A little. I've never done anything like this before.
Well, if it helps, neither have I.
In the grand scheme of things,
this is one hell of a lab experiment.
While we're waiting, can I ask you a question?
Shoot.
How did you find out Kosh had died?
It was strange.
I...woke up out of a dream,
and I just knew somehow.
At least once before,
Kosh had touched my mind.
I guess it left me sensitive enough
to feel it when he was killed. Why?
No reason.
I guess I'm just feeling guilty
because I wasn't there when it all happened.
You couldn't have done anything.
No one could.
[Alarm beeping]
Captain, we're picking up a distress signal
from a relay post in the target area.
Is it them?
Yes.
All right. Stand by
to jump to normal space on my Mark.
Tell the Minbari ship
to stand by in hyperspace until we signal.
You ready?
As ready as I'll ever be.
Take us in, Mr. Lennier.
I need to be on a line of sight for this to work.
Bring us around.
Uh.
Lyta?
[Gasps]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Captain, the ship is changing course,
coming in on attack vector.
I think it knows we're here.
Shadow vessel is approaching optimum firing range.
Lyta, listen to me. I need you to focus.
I can't.
Should we jump to hyperspace
or call in our other ship?
Lyta.
Lyta!
Kosh.
They killed him.
They tore him apart.
Burn, you bastard.
Mr. Lennier?
It's not moving.
If you're gonna do something,
do it now.
All power to the forward batteries, Mr. Lennier.
One focused continuous burst...
Now.
More power to the weapon system, Mr. Lennier.
Let's see what it takes to kill one of these things.
I'll have to take the jump engines off-line,
but if I do, we won't be able to make a jump
for 20 standard minutes.
Proceed.
[Jump engines shut down]
Keep it going, Mr. Lennier.
I'm all right. I'm all right.
I just need a moment.
Yeah.
Can you tell me what you felt?
I could feel it shifting around
in my mind, trying to slip away.
I almost lost it twice.
It's all right now.
We found out what we came to find out.
No, it's not all right.
I tried to stop it,
but I think it got off a distress call
before we killed it.
How much longer before we can jump?
Another 10 standard minutes.
I'm still building the power back up.
I'm picking up a local disturbance.
Reads like a jump point opening.
Is it the Minbari ship?
I don't think so.
We've got 4, repeat, 4 Shadow vessels.
They don't want us
to get out of here alive with what we know.
Are you sure we can't jump?
Positive.
Then we have a problem.
Yes, sir.
Run for it.
Captain Sheridan.
Yes, Captain?
We've monitored your situation.
Moving to intercept.
How many telepaths do you have on board?
3.
There are 4 of those ships.
We'll do what we can.
One's getting through.
Evasive action.
Can we fire?
Weapons system at 60% of normal.
Not enough to hurt it.
If there's anything you can do,
now would be a good time.
That last one took everything I had.
I can't get through.
Shadow vessel locking on.
Their weapons are at full strength.
We're not going to make it.
Bring us around. Fast.
If we can add our firepower to theirs...
Coming about.
G'Kar: This is G'Kar to White Star.
Are you all right?
Yes. For now.
Thanks for coming.
Oh, I'm not on the g'tok, Captain,
and I brought some friends.
They ran.
Yes, they did, Mr. Lennier.
They did indeed.
Kosh's voice: And so it begins.
[Glass shatters]
Cailyn?
Hey, Cailyn?
Come on, Cailyn, wake up.
Wake up, Cailyn.
Cailyn, come on now.
Wake up.
Cailyn, you hear me?
Come on, Cailyn.
Good to see you back, doctor.
Uh, I'm not.
Uh, just making sure that she's ok.
What's the prognosis?
She'll be ok.
We've got her on a metazine drip now--
metazine? Are you out of your mind?
That's what put her in here the first place.
Doctor, it wasn't an overdose.
What are you talking about?
I saw the vial in her hand.
I found her unconscious on the floor.
The vial hadn't been opened yet.
My guess is she used your identicard
to get the metazine from a local dispensary
because she couldn't afford it anymore.
Then she came back to her quarters
and passed out before she could use it.
Passed out from what?
The pain.
I'm sorry. I thought you knew.
Knew what?
She was diagnosed
with terminal neural paralysis
a little over 2 years ago,
just before you got here.
Incurable.
She took it pretty hard.
She had a pretty good career
going back home as a singer.
Dr. Kyle handled the diagnosis.
Well...
Why, uh...
Why wasn't I told?
We assumed she'd gone back to Earth.
We don't generally track patients
after they leave here.
And what she's still doing here
is anybody's guess.
How much time does she have left?
Given her current condition,
6 months. Maybe 7.
Hey.
How you doing?
Did you see?
They're giving me the vip treatment.
You didn't tell me
you were such a big shot around here.
Ah, well.
How do I look?
Like hell.
Hey...
Why didn't you tell me, Cailyn?
Singing's the only thing
that's ever meant a damn to me.
Lets me know I'm alive.
I see what it does to people.
I can touch them
all the way from the stage.
I can make them laugh
and--and cry
and fall in love.
You can do that at home just as well as here,
and you can get better care, too.
It wouldn't make a difference,
good care or bad.
With the time I've got left,
it won't change much.
But the people you got living
in Downbelow, Steve,
they're at the end of their ropes...
Maybe some of them the end of their lives.
They came out here with hope,
and they saw it die right before their eyes,
but they come, and they listen to me,
and for a moment,
you can see the hope in their eyes again.
I can make a difference.
Till you die.
Yeah, but we are all gonna die
from something, honey.
I--i just--i just needed something to help me
get through the pain.
And--and that's why i--i took your card.
Don't send me away, Steve.
I couldn't bear it.
You give her whatever she needs
for as long as she needs it, all right?
You're sure you're all right?
I'm fine.
Well, I'd still like you to stop by medlab
and let them take a look at you.
All right, i--i will.
Excuse me.
Before, I told you I don't have a piece of Kosh,
but it's possible-- I don't know for sure--
but it may be...
Someone else does.
♪ I think about the things we lost ♪
♪ and I think about the things we had ♪
♪ it's funny, but as long as I had you ♪
♪ then I guess it wasn't so bad ♪
♪ now we're running out of time ♪
♪ and dancing on the wire ♪
♪ the engine's showing empty ♪
♪ and I think I'm smelling fire ♪
♪ I gave you love ♪
♪ you gave me fire ♪
♪ I took you in ♪
♪ you took me higher ♪
♪ if I wasn't what you wanted ♪
♪ then tell me what it was... ♪
Captioning made possible by Warner Bros.
♪ ...i gave to you ♪
♪ all that I believe ♪
♪ now I'm standing here without a clue ♪
♪ can't you tell me what it is you need? ♪
♪ I gave you love ♪
♪ you gave me fire ♪
♪ I took you in ♪
♪ you took me higher ♪
♪ if I wasn't what you wanted ♪
♪ then tell me what it was ♪