Delenn, I need a favor.
You have only to ask.
I need to borrow one of the White Star ships.
I heard what you have in mind.
I'll get it back to you before the deadline.
We can spare the ship, but may I ask why?
If you're going to attack Z'ha'dum,
you're going to need all the help you can get.
There may still be some first ones out there
that we haven't found yet.
I have all the information at hand that I need
to go out looking for them.
Some of them might be
at least as strong as the Shadows.
We found one last time we tried.
I think if we get a few more to sign on--
I agree.
You'll need a translator.
The crews only speak Minbari.
Lennier must stay with me, but--
that's not necessary.
I've been teaching myself Minbari.
I figure what the heck, you know,
it gave me something to do.
I can handle the crew.
Oh, it's such a very difficult language.
I know, but, uh, it's ok.
[Speaking Minbari]
Uh, it's--
very good!
A bit of an accent,
but yes... Very good.
Yes, but, um... In the heat of battle,
you must do more than speak Minbari.
You must be able to think in our language.
It can take a few seconds to translate an order.
We know what can happen in a few seconds.
Boom, crash, burn...
Exactly, so, uh, Marcus will go with you.
Just to help.
Ah, that's really not necessary--
do you mind?
Not at all. Love to.
[Sighs]
All right, then.
Meet me in docking bay 4 in 2 hours.
If you're not packed and ready to go,
I'm going without you.
I'll be there.
Tell the crew: Anyone who laughs
will answer to me personally.
[Voices, laughter]
Looks like there's a party.
That's curious.
There was no announcement
on the Emperor's schedule.
[Thud]
[Laughter]
Come, Narn.
Oh! All right!
You must be terribly thirsty.
You haven't had a drink in 3 days.
Here it is.
All you have to do is ask for it.
Politely, of course, and it's yours.
[Laughter]
He slipped on his pride
and fell on his...Honor!
[Laughter]
G'Kar...
Lennier: It was the year of fire.
Zack: The year of destruction.
G'Kar: The year we took back what was ours.
Lyta: It was the year of rebirth.
Vir Cotto: The year of great sadness.
Marcus: The year of pain...
Delenn: And the year of joy.
Mollari: It was a new age.
Dr. Franklin: It was the end of history.
Ivanova: It was the year everything changed.
Sheridan: The year is 2261.
The place...
Delenn: By the human calendar, this is January 17, 2261.
Everyone I hold dear is gone.
It is over 2 standard weeks
since John failed to return from Z'ha'dum.
2 weeks since Mr. Garibaldi disappeared.
Londo and Vir have returned to Centauri Prime,
and G'Kar is also gone,
searching for Mr. Garibaldi.
Marcus and Ivanova
have taken one of the White Star fleet.
Where they are, I have no idea.
They hope to find more of the first ones
for our final assault on Z'ha'dum.
It is a desperate mission,
but these are desperate times.
Anything, anything at all?
We've scanned all the planets in the area.
There may have been something here once,
a long time ago, but it's gone now.
That's 3 dead ends in a row.
Susan,
apart from our little run-in last year,
there hasn't been a confirmed sighting
of the first ones
for almost a thousand years.
It's going to take time.
We don't have time.
Then I suggest we move on.
We spent almost 2 days here.
We can't afford to waste another day.
I know, I just thought from all the stories
that this place would be perfect.
And I was sure we'd find something.
All right. What's next on the list?
Sector 87 by 20 by 42. At least a dozen ships
have reported seeing something rather godlike
in the area.
And since neither you nor I were there,
it must be one of the first ones.
You're having delusions of grandeur again.
Well, if you're gonna have delusions,
may as well go for the really satisfying ones.
Shall I set course?
Delenn: I hope they have had luck in their journey,
because we are badly outnumbered
by our enemies.
Ambassador, I've got
the information G'Kar wanted
on the transploit that found
Garibaldi's fighter.
I tried sending word,
but I couldn't reach him.
Nobody's heard from G'Kar in days.
Can it wait until he calls in?
No. Too risky. If this
really is a lead on Mr. Garibaldi
and we wait too long, we could lose
our only chance of finding him.
Now, I can chase this down,
but if you'd rather send someone after G'Kar--
no. We can't afford to send
any more people after him.
The deadline for our attack is too close.
I can only hope he's all right.
Yeah.
[Birds twittering]
I--i can't believe it! Did you see him?
I was right there, Vir. I saw him.
How can you see G'Kar like that
and feel nothing?
I feel, Vir. I wish that I didn't.
It would make this much easier.
But we must play along until the time is right.
I don't know if G'Kar can survive that long.
He will survive.
He must, for my sake, as well as his own.
If we succeed,
we will take back our world from Cartagia,
and G'Kar will win back his as well.
That was our deal.
But I hear that they're torturing him.
Apparently Cartagia was dissatisfied
with his performance this morning.
As I told you. A monster.
I know, I know. It's just that
I've never been involved in a conspi--
[whispering] I've never been involved
in a conspiracy to kill anyone before,
not to mention the Emperor!
I thought we were past this centuries ago!
I mean, there's got to be another way, Londo.
I mean, can't we reason with him or something?
Shh!
Damn! Damn--damn him, damn his silence!
He refuses to bow, he refuses to drink.
Do you know that we assigned him
one of our best pain technicians?
"Pain technicians."
They used to be called torturers,
ever since they got organized, it's pain technicians.
Why are you here?
One of our very best torturers!
I felt certain he would break him.
2 hours he worked, not a sound.
I said, "give me a cry, rintinzi,
give me a shout, a whimper, a scream."
Silence. So I got into it myself.
You can't leave these things to others.
They never get it right!
It--well, you can see for yourself.
If I didn't know better, I'd say he was a mute!
Silence. Huh!
I'm beginning to understand
what you're going through with this G'Kar.
How you put up with him this long, I've no idea.
He was a... Small burden.
So towards the end, I decided:
Cut off his hands.
Maybe that would get a reaction.
Great maker! Did you--
no, no. Unfortunately he passed out
before we got that far.
Loss of blood, I suppose.
Very inconvenient.
We'll start again when he's conscious,
and this time, if he remains silent--
silence. Silence! Where--where--
well, where is the joy in that, really?
He's so insubordinate. I can't have him
challenging my authority that way.
I know I made a present of him to you, Mollari,
but if I don't get my scream,
he'll have to be killed.
You do understand, don't you?
Oh, yes, majesty, of course.
So.
Ahh...
It'll help the flowers, hmm?
Life and death in perfect balance.
Good day, Mollari.
Good day.
Londo, remember what I said before about...
There must be another way?
I was wrong.
Kill him.
Zack: Convoy one to C&C...Standing by.
Clear to proceed, Mr. Allan.
Good hunting to you.
Now, hold your fire until I give the word.
If Mr. Garibaldi really is on board,
we don't want to risk injuring him.
It'd just make him mad,
and you know what he's like.
Pilot: That's a Roger, shuttle one.
[Call tones play]
Lyta: Yes?
Lyta, it's Delenn. May I talk to you?
Oh. Ah...This isn't a good time.
Could you come back later?
I'm afraid not.
Please, may I come in?
I know it's late, but--
Lyta...
What happened?
Your furniture...
The new Ambassador instructed me
to get rid of everything but the mattress.
And that was only a concession
to the human need for sleep.
He said it was a distraction
from the work.
But...
He cannot force you to live like this...
Can he?
Yes, he can.
Was there something that you wanted,
Ambassador?
In less than a week,
the Rangers and a few of the league worlds
will launch an attack on Z'ha'dum.
I've sent word to the Vorlon Ambassador
asking if his government
would commit ships to our cause.
He has never replied.
The Ambassador has been very busy.
I thought he would welcome the chance
to strike at the Shadows.
I think the Vorlons have plans of their own.
There's--there's something going on...
Something they haven't told us yet.
Do you have any idea--
no...and frankly, I'm afraid to ask.
I don't think that they care about
what happens to us anymore, Delenn.
I think the game
just got bigger than that.
I know this is hard for you,
but you must try
and find out what they're planning.
I can't! You do not know
what this new Vorlon is like, Delenn...
Or the things he can do.
Lyta, in less than 7 standard days,
our ships are leaving for Z'ha'dum.
We cannot walk into this blindly.
If there's something going on,
we need to know what it is.
Please!
I'll do what I can.
That's all I ask. Thank you.
[Door opens]
Zack: I repeat:
You are ordered to surrender your vessel
or we will be forced to attack.
This is your last warning.
Please respond.
[Radio static]
All right...
Bravo 1 and 3,
target main engines and control systems
but stay clear of the hull.
Pilot: Roger that, shuttle one.
System is still operational.
Come around for another pass at--
[beeping]
Wait a second. Stand by.
They've launched a life pod.
Could be him.
They'll probably try to make a run for it.
Stand by to--
Shuttle one to bravo convoy.
Any sign of survivors?
Pilot: Negative, shuttle one.
I don't get it.
We didn't do that much damage.
We could've hit a primary system somehow.
Maybe.
All right...
Let's pick up the life pod.
I only hope they decided to surrender
before they knew how badly they were hit.
Roger. Moving in.
Male computer voice: Contact confirmed.
Initiating program.
All right, watch it.
I want full body and cardiac stimulation,
all right? Oxygenate his blood.
Run bioplasma up the carotid
to minimize injury to the brain cells.
Doc, will he be ok?
I'm not sure until we do a full scan,
but I think so. He should be ok
as long as we don't find any surprises.
What happened? How'd you find him?
We had a lead on the guy who found his fighter
and turned it over to a salvage operation.
When we ran a check on Earth-registered ships,
we came up lucky. Got his flight plan.
Do you know what they were doing to him?
Negative. Ship was destroyed
right after they ejected his life pod.
Doctor, there's a rise in blood pressure.
All right, I'm coming in.
Good going on this, Zack, all right?
It's about time we had a little luck
around here.
Thanks.
Yeah.
We were lucky, all right.
Tech: 120 over 70.
We need that line now.
Let's increase it 2 ccs.
Good. Go ahead and hook it up
piggy-back.
You didn't have to pull out of me so fast.
You hurt me.
While I was carrying you, you felt...Cold...
Hard...
What are you hiding from me?
Your work for now is done here.
Go. Sleep.
I have a right to know.
I have done everything you asked.
I let your people modify me,
enhance my telepathic ability
so I'd be more suited to carry a Vorlon
around in my head, because I believed.
Kosh, the real Kosh, wasn't like this.
I think in some odd way he cared about us...
About me...
But with you, it's as if I'm being used
and then thrown away
when I'm not needed anymore.
Damn it, I have earned some respect!
And I have earned some answers.
Respect...
From whom?
Uhh!
Would you know my thoughts?
Would you?
Lyta: Aah!
A little scream.
Is that so much to ask for?
I know what it is with you.
It's your pride.
You would rather stay silent
than give him the satisfaction
of seeing you cry out in pain, hmm?
I would probably do the same myself,
but not now!
There's too much at stake!
I need a live ally, not a dead martyr!
What you ask I cannot give.
Is your pride worth more to you
than saving your world? We have a deal.
You help me with Cartagia,
I help free Narn.
We do not oblige... Conquerors.
If I give him what he wants...
If I beg for mercy,
cry out...
I would no longer be a Narn.
And if you are dead, are you still a Narn then?
No!
You are food for Cartagia's pets,
and your people are still prisoners!
They, too, are no longer Narns.
Only slaves.
And then dead slaves.
Is that what you want, G'Kar?
Is it?
One scream, that's all!
One little scream and he will let you live,
and we will both get what we want.
You don't know what you're asking.
You don't understand.
Yes, I do!
Yes, I do.
[Pained gasps]
What's our e.T.A.?
2, 3 hours.
All this technology
and it still takes forever to get anywhere.
Ask you a question?
Assuming we... Live through this,
what do you want to do when the war's over?
Go home.
See St. Petersburg, Paris...
I want to visit my father's grave.
I didn't make it to the funeral.
I couldn't take it at the time.
Then travel.
I want to walk outside.
I think the last time I looked up
and saw a sky was...
6 years ago.
Anyone special waiting for you back home?
No.
Not anymore.
You?
Someone.
She doesn't know it yet.
That's a strange way to pursue a relationship.
I suppose so.
Uh, I want this thing to go right.
I want it to be special.
Oh.
A romantic.
I don't think I've felt that way since...
The first time.
That's what I'm talking about.
You mean you don't...
You haven't...
Yes.
You're a--
exactly.
With anyone?
Never met the right person before.
Wow.
I thought the first ones were rare.
Well, i--i hope she appreciates it.
So do I.
It's--
[beeping]
I'm picking something up.
A unicorn?
Sorry.
It's some kind of distortion field
in hyperspace.
It's as if someone's taken a part of hyperspace
and folded it on itself, like a pocket.
It's barely noticeable.
The only reason we can detect it at all
is because this thing's
partly based on Vorlon technology.
Can you track it?
I think so.
Coming about.
Could be some kind of a hiding place,
built right into hyperspace
so no one else could find it.
First ones?
Maybe.
Who else would know how to do it?
Approaching distortion field.
Getting anything?
Not sure. Instruments are all over the place.
Marcus...
Trying to correct.
Marcus.
You better take a look.
Bloody hell!
Man: What happened after you left--
I told you I don't remember anything!
What happened after you left Babylon 5?
I don't remember anything!
I said I don't remember!
Happened...
Stop it! Stop it!
What happened...
No!
Zack: Chief?
Chief?
Zack?
Yeah.
You ok?
I think so.
I had a bad dream.
What happened?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
Last time anybody saw you was over 2 weeks ago.
2 weeks?
Can't be. I--
I was just--
just what?
I--i don't know. Every-- everything's a blur.
Do you remember anything that happened to you
after you left?
No.
No, nothing. I--
I don't remember anything.
2 weeks.
Where's Sheridan?
Then you don't know?
Captain Sheridan's dead.
He died at Z'ha'dum.
Delenn: Thank you for bringing this to my attention, lethke.
I only wish that I had better news.
The other league worlds are worried
about your decision to attack Z'ha'dum.
They believe that in doing so,
you will only provoke a deadly response.
Response is coming either way.
The Shadows will strike again soon.
We have nothing more to lose.
Unfortunately, people never believe
that they have nothing else to lose,
until they've already lost it.
They're afraid.
We're all afraid.
But their fear may cause them to act against you.
They asked if I would attend an open rally
to protest your actions.
They hope to stir up popular support,
to cause the few worlds that have sided with you
to withdraw their ships.
Do you know when?
Later today. That's all I know.
When I declined to participate,
they kept the rest of the information from me.
How do you plan to stop them?
I don't.
I do not agree with what they're doing.
Their fear is making them act against their own interests.
But they must be free to speak their minds,
or we have nothing left worth fighting for.
But you will be there?
My voice is as free as theirs.
They'll hear my side as well.
The truth will attend to itself.
I hope you're right, Delenn.
Oh, one last thing.
We received a message
from one of our long-range probes.
It picked up an unfamiliar ship
moving on a hyperspace beacon
that might be taking it toward Babylon 5.
I wondered if you knew anything about this.
No. I'm sorry.
Well, if it's coming here,
I suppose we'll find out soon enough, hmm?
Ah, I see they've dragged you out of bed, too, hmm?
Yes. They told me to come, but I still don't know why.
Yes, and this one is not being very helpful.
Where are we going, hmm?
You don't think they know, do you?
No. Shh.
But it's so late. Where are we going?
I don't like it.
Well, why are we stopping?
Approach. We've been waiting for you.
Majesty?
This is my private place.
I come here to think,
to dream, to plan for my eventual godhood,
and to play.
Very few who come in here ever leave again.
You should feel honored.
The electro-whip is set
to give an increasing level of pain
each time it is used.
At 40 strokes, it will kill even a Narn.
It stops when he screams.
Majesty, there must be another--
I must have my scream.
If he does not scream, he dies at 40.
[Whip sizzles]
It's his choice, not mine.
Proceed. 1...
2...3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
[Whip cracking]
8...
9...
10...
11...
12...
13...
14...15...
16...
[Whip cracks harder]
17...
18...
19...
[Whip cracks harder]
20...
21...
22...
23...
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25...
26...
27...
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Aaaaah!
Aaaaaaaaah!
Ivanova to C&C.
Man: C&C on-line.
We're coming in. Find Lyta Alexander.
I need to see her as soon as possible.
Confirmed. Anything else?
Yes, I want you to run a probe
on all transmissions from sector--
70 by 10 by 53.
Did you get that?
Got it. What are we looking for?
I don't know,
but we'll know it when we find it.
[Crowd whispers]
Yes?
There is quite a bit of movement going on
in the Zocalo, Delenn.
I would suggest the gathering
we were warned about is coming soon.
I'll be there as fast as I can.
Anything yet?
Nothing, Commander.
Keep looking. Where's Lyta?
We're tracking her down now.
[Console beeps]
Commander, we've got something coming through the jumpgate.
Signature and silhouette unknown.
Could it be the Vorlons?
I hope not. How soon? Now.
It's coming in on approach.
Open up a frequency.
I can't.
I-it's not using any of the standard frequencies.
Then it'll have to wait--
Commander, it's using our own access codes.
It's activated docking bay sequence.
What? Ivanova to security. Red alert.
[Alarm buzzes]
Radio: It's moving into the central docking bay.
All units move into position.
[Indistinct conversations]
Ambassador: Everyone listen.
Listen to us.
There's something that you don't know.
We must tell you the truth,
because the Minbari never tell anyone the whole truth.
Delenn and others conspiring with her
are risking all of your lives
by organizing an attack
against the homeworld of the Shadows.
Man: Let's go! Let's go!
Hey, chief. What are you doing?
If someone's boarding the station,
I ought to be there.
Look, you're in no condition--
hey, tough. I'm going, huh?
I'm betting you can't spare the people
to put me back to bed, can you?
All right. Come on.
The Shadows have withdrawn for now.
There have been no new attacks.
We believe we can find a peaceful solution.
If there is another pointless attack
against Z'ha'dum,
they will destroy us all!
They will come anyway!
You don't know that!
[Weapons powering up]
Well, I'll be damned.
It has been 1,000 years since the last Shadow War.
If we do nothing to provoke them,
it may be another 1000 years before they move again.
We cannot allow the fleet to leave for Z'ha'dum.
That fleet is our only chance!
Don't listen to her. She must be silenced!
You're acting out of fear!
And you're acting out of grief and loss!
If Sheridan has died, then why not the rest of us?
You cannot attack Z'ha'dum.
No one has ever succeeded.
Ships go there and never return.
Lives are wasted.
Sheridan died trying to attack Z'ha'dum.
No one who goes there comes back alive.
[Crowd murmuring]
Captain.
We're sorry.
We thought you were dead.
I was.
I'm better now.
The Ambassador is correct.
I went to Z'ha'dum.
I've seen the face of the enemy.
They're not gods, and they're not indestructible.
I've fought them, and I've killed many of them,
and I've survived.
There is a way out of this,
a way to stop this insanity once and for all.
Now, Delenn's fleet is a start.
Now we have to build on it.
Together, we will form the largest fleet in history.
Not just for a battle,
but to change the shape of the galaxy.
Not just for ourselves, but for our children...
And our children's children.
You tell your governments
that the only man to survive Z'ha'dum
sends this message...
We can end this. Not just for now,
not just for the next 1,000 years, but forever!
I stand before you as proof that it can be done.
We can fight, and we can win,
but only if we do it together.
Can I count on you?
[Scattered agreement]
Can I count on you? Will you stand together?
Yes! Yes!
Yeah!
[Cheering]
I thought I'd never see you again.
I'll never leave you, Delenn.
Not if the whole universe
stood between us.
P.A.: This is C&C to Lyta Alexander.
Your presence is requested at once
in Captain Sheridan's office.
Repeat: This is C&C to Lyta Alexander.
Your presence is requested at once
in Captain Sheridan's office.
This is C&C to Lyta Alexander.
Your presence is requested at once
in Captain Sheridan's office.
You know, don't you?
It's started.
Sheridan: When most of the first ones left,
2 of them-- the Shadows and Vorlons--
stayed behind.
Their job was to keep an eye on the younger races,
help them along.
But they couldn't decide or agree
on what had to be done.
The Vorlons believe that
strength comes through order and discipline,
the Shadows believe in promoting evolution
through conflict, starting wars.
Those are diametrically opposite positions.
Exactly. Now, at first,
there was a balance between the 2 sides.
They abided by rules of engagement,
respected each other's positions.
But that changed over time.
Something, Mr. Garibaldi?
I just want to know who our new best friend is
over here.
His name is Lorien.
That's all you need to know for now.
Yeah? Who decided that?
He did.
Well, isn't that convenient?
Michael, what the hell is that? I told you I trust him.
I know, I know. Secrets on top of secrets, right?
I'm getting too old for this stuff.
[Chuckles]
What, that's funny to you?
Lorien is...
Older than he looks.
John, what I don't understand is,
why the wars? Why the fighting?
If each side agreed to respect the other--
oh, I don't know who started it first, Delenn,
but somewhere along the line, they both decided that
their way was the right way, the only way,
and we've been caught in the middle ever since.
Hello, Captain.
Welcome back, John.
Hey, you.
[Both chuckling]
Uhh! Heh!
Hey, I heard that you three went to Z'ha'dum after me.
That was foolish and dangerous.
And I can't thank you enough for trying.
Listen, I hate to bring this up
at a time like this.
It seems like every time we get good news--
you guys coming back alive--
there's always something that comes up
and smacks us in the head.
What is it?
When Marcus and I
were out looking for the first ones,
we came across a Vorlon fleet
hiding in hyperspace.
Not dozens, not hundreds,
but thousands of ships.
A couple of them were 3, 4 miles across.
We tried to track them, but we lost them
somewhere around sector 70.
There's a Shadow base not far from there.
Exactly. So as soon as we got back,
I had C&C monitor that area
for any transmissions, anything unusual.
The Shadow base was located on a planet
called arkata 7.
It's not there anymore.
The base?
No. The planet.
They destroyed--
they destroyed an entire planet.
Lyta...
There are over 4 million people on arkata 7.
You--you can't be serious.
This latest incident,
everything that's happened lately,
it's convinced the Vorlons that their only alternative
is to destroy the Shadows and anyone touched by them.
Like an infection, you have to cut it out.
And any healthy tissue
that's cut out along the way,
well, that's ok,
because it's all for a good cause.
Since the Shadows are about to strike back any time now,
we're caught in the middle again.
In valen's name.
We could barely stop the Shadows.
How do we stop them and the Vorlons?
I don't know. All I know is that unless you do stop them,
it won't matter who wins and who loses,
because none of us, not a single world
in 70 light-years in any direction,
will live to see it.