We're preempting your normal babcom service
to bring you another update in the continuing crisis.
2 more deep-range planetary colonies
have been eliminated by Vorlon forces.
This footage was taken
as the Vorlon fleet closed in on Ventari 3.
The ship eclipsing the local star
is presumed to be their main weapon:
A planet killer.
Below is a list of nearby colonies and league worlds
which are accepting refugees from Ventari 3.
We will continue to update this list
as the situation changes.
If you are from the Ventari system,
you are asked not to return until authorized.
The local jumpgate has been destroyed,
and hyperspace traffic is creating a hazard
at the jump intersection.
Contact your Ambassadors for information on family members
who may have escaped before the colony was destroyed.
We're taking in refugees and escaping ships
as fast as we can,
but our resources are almost maxed out.
We will repeat this bulletin every 20 standard minutes
until we receive new information.
Once again, please remain calm.
Right now, our greatest enemy is fear.
Woman: Please. I need to get through.
No--i have to get to my husband.
I have to tell him something, because--
aah! Man: Hey!
Can somebody help me, please?
It's--
You ok?
Yeah, I think so.
My god, that was him, wasn't it?
Yeah, that was him.
Wow. They--they say he came back from the dead.
Is it true? Did he?
Lady, I don't know
what's true around here anymore.
Come on, I'll help you through.
You heard?
I heard.
They need to believe.
Not in me.
You can't save them all.
I can try.
You'll fail.
We'll see.
...please remain calm.
Once again, please remain calm.
Right now, our greatest enemy is fear.
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 a 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...
[Beep beep beep]
Yeah, come in.
Hey, chief. How you feeling?
Fine. Ready to get back to work,
as soon as they decide to get off their butts
and give the word.
Well, that's what I came to talk to you about.
Just got a call from Ivanova. She said, uh--
that's a securecam record.
But the doc told you to take it easy for a while.
Well, I got to do something,
or I'm going to go stir-crazy.
You, um, keeping an eye on the Captain?
No.
On him. The guy worries me.
Everywhere the Captain goes, he's there,
right at his heels, watching.
How do we know he's not pulling something?
Come on. The Captain vouched for him.
Said he saved his life.
I thought he died on Z'ha'dum.
Yeah, well, after that part.
Look, I don't pretend to understand it.
I'm just glad he came back in one piece.
You sure you're ok, chief?
Yes, Zack, I'm fine, ok?
Why? Why does everybody keep asking me
the same question every 5 minutes?
We're just concerned, that's all.
You've been through a lot,
and you say you still don't remember
what happened after you disappeared.
What do you mean, I say I still don't remember?
I don't remember.
You're saying I'm lying about it?
No, chief, I'm not saying that,
and nobody's questioning your word.
Then how come nobody's grilling the Captain, huh?
He breezes in here, says he's back
from the dead-- feeling much better,
thank you very much-- and everybody buys it.
"Boy, howdy, that's great. Yes, sir.
Good to have you back."
Meanwhile, I get the third degree
and "are you ok, chief?" Every time I sneeze.
Does this make any sense to you?
You finished?
For now.
Good, because I got a message from Ivanova.
Doc wants to take one more look at you.
After that, you can come back to work.
Good.
About time.
Anything else?
No, that's it.
Uh, Zack?
Yeah?
Uh, before I left,
the Captain and I were on pretty good terms.
We got to where we could talk to each other.
Since we both got back,
he hasn't said 2 words to me.
It's like he's avoiding me. Why?
Well, assuming you're not overreacting...
I don't know.
But I'm sure he's got his reasons.
Ahh.
Majesty?
You sent for me?
I was just looking at the sky.
Tell me, what do you see, Mollari?
The stars, majesty. Nothing more.
Then you're not looking hard enough.
Vorlons are out there, Londo.
They've gone mad,
attacking any world, any base, any colony
where my associates have influence.
Is this true, majesty? I've heard nothing.
Yes. Well, we kept the information to ourselves.
No reason for anyone else to know.
After the last war, my associates hid
many of their ships on distant worlds.
The Vorlons want to make sure that doesn't happen again.
There are over a hundred of those ships here.
I assume they will be leaving now.
I'm afraid not.
The Vorlons--
will never attack Centauri Prime.
Small colonies, deep-range planets, sure.
But to destroy a world as big as this? No.
They don't have the will.
Perhaps. But we cannot
take the chance that you might be wrong.
The ships must leave, majesty.
The ships stay.
As our liaison here, you will arrange
for a blockade of ships around Centauri Prime.
The Vorlons don't want lots of civilian casualties.
If they see that you're ready to oppose them,
they'll just keep on going.
Majesty--
do as he says, Mollari.
We must be courteous to our guests.
Thank you.
Now, if you'll excuse me, majesty.
Good night, Londo.
Majesty, this is intolerable.
To send our people out to defend their ships...
You get so exercised at times like this, Mollari.
I wish I had a picture of your face right now.
This is serious.
Of course it is. And I have no intention
of sending our ships up there.
You don't?
Of course not. Walk with me.
Majesty, you don't know how relieved I am
to hear you say that.
I was hoping you would see this situation
for what it is.
Yes. Yes, I've come to the same conclusion
you have.
It was all so obvious, once I set my mind to it.
Which is why I've decided I like you, Mollari.
You think the same way I do.
Thank you, majesty, but now--
in fact, I've decided to show you something
I've shown only a few people before.
Yes.
This way.
Ahh.
Sit, Mollari, sit.
I call them my Shadow cabinet.
I think you can appreciate the irony.
They certainly can't.
Sit.
Mollari, sit.
We were discussing this situation
earlier this evening,
and this one had the most--
no, no.
This one.
Minister dugarri--
you remember him, don't you?
Always coughing. Most distressing,
but we finally cured it--hmm.
Had the most wonderful idea.
We won't be sending any of our ships out
to fight the Vorlons. Not one.
Then you will tell Mr. Morden's associates
to leave?
Of course not.
I promised them they could stay
in exchange for elevating me to godhood.
No, they will remain on the island of celini.
But when the Vorlons come,
if they are destroying whole planets
to get at these Shadows--
yes.
You understand exactly.
Snicks?
You and I, Mollari,
we will turn Centauri Prime
into an inauguration pyre
to commemorate my ascension into godhood.
The fire of our world will light my way.
Yes. You see it, don't you?
If I become a god,
how will our world survive without me?
I cannot just abandon it.
That would be cruel, and anyone
who followed me would obviously be inferior.
Best to put them out of their misery.
I will take it all with me in spirit.
Don't send the ships. Let it burn, Mollari.
Let it all end in fire.
Cough.
[Coughs]
Take a deep breath.
And exhale.
Quack like a duck.
Sorry. A little med-school humor.
How's it look? Can I go back to work?
Well, so far, everything seems to be fine.
There's one more thing I want to check, though.
Oh, no. Come on, man. I really hate that.
Don't worry. It's not that.
This is going to get a little hot.
It's going to sting a bit,
but I have to get underneath the epidermis.
Ow.
Yeah, well, like I said. This is almost through here.
What's this for?
Well...
Your fighter disappeared
while we were surrounded by Shadow vessels.
Now, if you were taken by one of them
and they wanted to program you
for use in their ship,
there'd be considerable scarring back there.
Is that what you think happened?
No, no, not necessarily,
but the Captain asked me to check all possibilities.
You're clean.
So what do you think happened?
I've been thinking about it a lot.
My guess is that when they pulled out,
I got caught in the backwash,
before they jumped to hyperspace.
That would explain how my ship ended up
12 light-years from here.
After that, I don't know.
Well, any luck,
it should come back to you eventually, huh?
Yeah.
In the meantime, as far as I can tell,
you're ready to go back to work.
Yeah.
Uh, thanks, doc.
I got to go.
It's good to have you back.
Any results yet on my tests?
This is a command and control update.
The safe haven for refugees on tizino prime
is no longer responding.
We believe they may have fallen to the Vorlon advance,
but we can't be sure for another--i guess--
10, 12 hours.
Before they attack,
the Vorlons blanket all frequencies,
so no reports can get out.
There have been some changes to the list
of refugee stations.
We'll have that information for you shortly.
We've lost 3 of them.
All the governments in sector 57
have declared a state of interplanetary emergency.
Reports coming in from survivors
indicate mass destruction on a planetary scale.
We continue to need medical ships, transports,
anything that can fly.
[Beep beep beep]
Come.
We're in special need of atmosphere-capable shuttles
to evacuate survivors from the ground.
We'll rebroadcast this message in 20 standard minutes.
You heard?
Yes. The shuttles--
no, not the shuttles.
Her voice.
She's afraid.
I've known Ivanova almost 10 years,
on and off.
I've never heard her afraid before.
Well, this is the first time I've seen you alone
since I got back.
Everything has been so busy. There has hardly been time.
I thought I'd lost you.
I thought it was my fault.
I knew Anna might be alive. I said nothing, you went away.
The only thing that might be as terrible as losing you
would be if you came back and could not forgive me,
and I lost you again.
You did what you thought was right.
That's no excuse.
I'm sorry, John.
I fell at Z'ha'dum, Delenn.
I saw my own death and accepted it.
I looked up and saw Anna--
what--what was left of Anna.
And at that moment,
I said good-bye,
the good-bye I could never say before.
I let it all go.
I only held on to one thing...
The image of your sweet face.
If I never came back...
That was enough.
But you gave me a reason to come back.
Could I love that much and not forgive?
We're up to our ears in ships,
and not just warships.
Every refugee transport for 10 light-years
in any direction is coming here.
I know. Medlab's jammed.
We got wounded backed up into the hallways
and more coming in on every shuttle.
In a few days,
the wounded are going to be the least of your concerns.
How so?
This is the only place where some of these races
can find their own kind,
so they're all going to come here,
especially since somebody decided
Sheridan's the second coming or some damn thing.
Well, they think he can do something.
Have you seen the same reports I have?
There's not a damn thing we can do
to stop that fleet from doing anything
it wants to.
When they decide it's our turn, that's it.
Meanwhile, you're going to be swamped.
This place can handle 1/4 million people.
We're already past that. What are you gonna do
when 10,000-20,000 people at a time start
showing up at our front door and wanting in?
What happens when it turns ugly when they start
fighting each other for the right to get in here?
You think you got a security problem now?
Wait another 24 hours. This'll seem like a picnic.
What about epsilon 3?
What about it?
We gave a whole planet underneath us
that's never been touched by the Shadows.
So, in theory, the Vorlons should leave it alone.
We can start shuttling people down there right now.
I can set up a portable medlab.
There's got to be supplies down there since we've
never seen anyone bringing in food or equipment.
I agree.
Do it.
Well, where's your new best pal?
Busy.
We don't have a lot of time,
so I'll get right to the point.
Michael, we have a security problem:
The new Vorlon Ambassador.
As long as he's here watching and reporting back,
we can't do what's necessary to stop these attacks.
Which is?
I can't tell you.
So you're saying you can't trust me?
No, that is not what I am saying.
We don't know how telepathic the Vorlons are.
We know they can project thoughts,
but how well they can read is an open question.
Now if I tell you
and he can pick up on your thoughts,
then we've had it.
That's why I've kept you out of the strategy sessions.
Ok, what do you want me to do?
I want the Vorlon gone.
Fine. I'll just, uh, go up to him
and ask him to leave. That'll work.
Michael.
That's all right. That's exactly
what I want you to do.
Look, he has got to know by now
that we are planning to move against him,
so let's give him what he expects.
Then we can do what we have to do.
Which is the part you can't tell me about?
Yeah.
You want me to take a full tactical team?
No. Just a few people you can trust.
That's not enough. He'll wipe the floor with us.
I know.
Swell.
Ok. Uh...
Look, if you want me to fall on my sword for you,
that's what I'm here for.
I'll let you know what happens,
assuming he doesn't frag me just for the kicks.
Is it my imagination,
or is Mr. Garibaldi crankier than usual?
Yeah, well, he's been through a lot lately.
He just needs a little time to settle in,
that's all.
We're ready.
Has Lorien explained everything to you?
I don't know if I can do this, but I will try.
Remember, Sheridan,
the Shadows were able to kill Kosh
because they're alike, both first ones.
For you, this will be much more difficult.
You've never seen a Vorlon enraged.
They're more powerful than you can imagine.
Uh, Captain, what exactly are we talking about here?
Millions of people's lives are at stake here, Stephen.
If the Ambassador stays, billions more will die.
So we're going to take out the Vorlon
any way we can.
This is Babylon 5 command and control.
We have another update on the Vorlon attack fleet.
The dura 7 outpost has fallen.
I repeat: Dura 7 has fallen.
All medical ships in the area
are being asked to help with the evacuation.
Ambassador.
Ambassador, this is security.
We need to talk to you.
[Beeping]
I got a message from the Captain.
Because of your government's recent attacks
on the league of nonaligned worlds,
we're asking you to leave at once.
All right.
That request just became an order.
You'll come with us,
and we'll escort you to your ship.
No.
Fire!
[High-pitched tone]
Out! Out! Everybody out! Go, go, go!
Go!
[Coughing] Everybody out! Go!
Move!
[Coughing]
Man: Let's go.
Man: Lock!
Ohh! Hunh!
Unh!
You ok?
Never better.
Man, we couldn't even touch him.
I know, I know. Well, if they wanted
him to think we weren't a threat,
that ought to do it, huh?
I just hope the Captain knows what he's doing.
All right, come on.
Let's go. Come on.
[Beeping]
Yes.
Man: Incoming message for you, Captain.
It's Ambassador Mollari.
Londo?
He's probably calling collect.
Did he say what he wants?
Negative.
All right, put him through.
Good day, Captain.
Ambassador, what can I do for you?
I need a favor. Some information.
There is a rumor that the Vorlons have gone mad,
attacking every colony,
every planet involved with the Shadows.
It's no rumor. We've been
tracking their attacks for the past 2 days.
Ah. Then could you tell me
how far they are from Centauri Prime?
Don't your people have that information?
Yes, but it is not exactly being widely distributed.
And so I ask you,
how long until they reach here?
The way they've been going now,
I'd say 7 days, 8 tops.
7 days.
And can I assume that you are already
in the process of doing something about this?
Yes, but we won't have anything put into place
before they get here.
Now, we have an idea,
but there's no guarantee we can pull it off.
No, of course not. There never is.
Well, thank you, Captain.
I owe you a favor.
Good luck to you...
To all of us.
I heard what happened. I came to warn you.
Sheridan and the others are going to move against you.
It is done.
They are irrelevant.
I know--i know they can't harm you,
but I was thinking it can't hurt to have
all the information you can about what's going on
to protect yourself and the cause.
How?
I told you I wasn't here when Ambassador Kosh died.
I didn't have any of his essence with me.
I thought he was gone.
But for a while, I suspected that someone else here
had a piece of him.
I think I know who it is.
But I can't draw Kosh out of him.
He won't let me.
A human.
Yes.
Imprisons one of us?
Yes.
Intolerable.
If there is still a piece of him there,
you can draw it out of him, use what it knows,
and take it back to Vorlon when this is all over.
I cared about Kosh.
I'd like to know he finally made it home.
Show me.
But the guards...
They will not threaten us again.
Show me.
It's this way.
We have to hurry.
I think he might leave soon.
Your thoughts are troubled.
I'm worried about Kosh, that's all.
After everything we've been through,
I'd hate to lose the last of him now, and...
What are you hiding?
Nothing.
Open your thoughts to me.
We don't have time for this.
Open!
Lyta, run!
Now!
Come on!
Second team!
[Creature screeching]
[Screeching]
[Creature screeching]
Aah!
Unh!
Move. Let's go!
Let's move!
We need more current down here.
Give me everything you got.
I'm rerouting the power coils.
What the hell is that?
Control, this is bay 13.
The Vorlon ship is breaking free.
It's like it's alive!
Get your people out of there!
Clear the Vorlon ship to leave
before it tears the place apart.
Delenn!
Argh!
Aah!
John?
Aah.
John.
Now!
Aah!
[Creatures screeching]
Delenn: It's Kosh.
Kosh was inside him?
Yes, the last of Kosh.
And some of him... And some of me.
Is everyone ok?
Captain, is everything all right?
Captain?
John!
No, wait.
His life force must be replenished.
Is this how you brought him back
from Z'ha'dum?
Hmm. I give of myself to replenish him...
For a little while.
How long?
Long enough.
Uhh!
Ohh!
Unh!
Ohh!
Oh.
I'm not used to being summoned
on such short notice.
I hope you have good reason
for this intrusion.
I do. I was thinking
about your majesty's coming godhood,
which is possibly the single greatest event
in the history of the Centauri Republic.
A great thing.
Well, as I say,
I was thinking about all of this
and wishing that others could know you
as our people know you,
if only they could see your greatness as we do.
Why should we care what other people think?
Well, after the Vorlons
have eliminated Centauri Prime--
which we will be most happy to fall,
you were correct about that, majesty--
who will be left to sing your praises?
Who will know you for who you are?
A god is a god, yes,
but if no one knows his name,
visits his temples, sings his songs...
Once we are gone,
who will remember the living god Cartagia?
I find these thoughts of yours most disturbing.
As I did, majesty.
And what do you propose?
That you leave Centauri Prime
before the Vorlons arrive?
That you might better remember me
at a distance?
No, no, of course not.
You--your majesty's humor, as always,
is quite exceptional.
No, my place is at your side.
However, I was thinking about G'Kar.
The Narn?
Why? He'll be dead in a few days.
I don't think he'll be remembering very much
after that.
True.
And he deserves to die for his crimes
against our people,
and die he will.
But what if we conducted his trial and execution
on his home instead of here?
The whole world would see your majesty's wisdom.
See, with their own eyes,
the brilliant center of the Centauri Republic.
Can you imagine how it will move them?
Once they see you sit in judgment over G'Kar,
your name will spread like wildfire among them.
And from there to a hundred planets beyond.
Then you can accept your imminent godhood,
secure that your name will be spoken and remembered
throughout the known galaxy.
I have occasionally
considered a trip to Narn.
My advisors counseled against it
for security reasons.
Majesty, can you harm a god?
It would be a great crime
for one who will shortly walk among the stars,
who will hold entire worlds in the palm of his hand,
to be mistakenly perceived
as being afraid of a few barbarians.
Hmm.
You have raised a good point, Mollari.
Once again, I am in your debt.
I am told the Vorlons will arrive in 7 days.
This is just enough time.
3 days there, 3 days back,
one day for trial and execution.
Half a day. His guilt is obvious.
But we must allow them
proper time to see me for what I am.
Of course, majesty.
You are, as always, quite right.
And I will go with you
to personally end the life of citizen G'Kar.
That is a hell of a lot of ships.
And more on the way. The Captain wants
the biggest fleet in history
if we're going to end this war.
The way things are shaping up out there,
it looks like he just might get it.
And then what?
And then what what?
Well, if we lose,
there is no "then what?"
And if we win, what next?
We're still renegades. I don't think there's
anybody left on this side of the galactic core
we haven't already honked off.
We can't go home.
And sometimes I don't know what scares me more,
winning or losing.
God, I thought I was depressing.
John, Ivanova told me
that you wanted to see me.
Yes. There's something...
I didn't want to tell you at first,
but when I heard what you asked Lorien...
You have the right to know.
To know what?
He was gravely wounded at Z'ha'dum.
He was dying.
He was dead.
I did all I could to help him,
but I cannot create life.
Only the universe can do that.
I can extend, enhance. There is no magic,
nothing spiritual about it,
only the application of energies,
healing and rebuilding cells.
I had Franklin do a complete medscan.
He found things in my neural system...
Some kind of biochemical energy
repairing and sustaining me.
He's never seen anything like it.
I did the best I could.
I gave him back a portion of his life,
but only a portion.
How long?
In human terms,
barring injury and illness,
perhaps 20 years.
But no more than that.
20 years--
I'll be in my early 60s by then.
It's a--it's a good run, Delenn.
You told me that humans
live to be 100 years old, even older.
You can't--
20 years.
No more.
And then, one day he will simply...Stop.
Can we have a moment?
It's all right, Delenn.
I went into this with my eyes open.
I knew if I went to Z'ha'dum
there'd be a price.
Seems there's always a price.
I'm ok with this.
But I'm not ok with this.
I told you I was afraid that I would get you back
only to lose you.
And that's what this is. 20 years.
Yeah, but it's a long time.
It's 20 more years than I would have had.
And at least...
At least I can spend most of them
with you.
That--that's why I wanted
to see you alone.
Um...
There it is. Man, I thought I lost it.
Whew!
I, um...
I wanted you to have this.
I got it down in the Zocalo.
It's not what I had exactly in mind,
but, um... It's temporary
until I can get you a real engagement ring.
Um, it's--it's an Earth custom.
You see, you give someone you love
an engagement ring
as kind of a down payment for another ring,
the kind that you exchange
when you get married.
I don't know when we'll be able
to get around to that part of it.
We may not survive the next 2 weeks.
But I wanted you to have this,
and for you to know that...
Whatever time I have left, I want to spend it with you.
Oh, majesty, there you are.
I have spoken to our people on Narn.
They are anxiously awaiting our arrival.
Good. Good.
I was just making sure
nothing went wrong at this end.
The trouble with being infallible is
you have to put up
with everyone else making mistakes.
I was just thinking
I don't like the way he's looking at me.
I'm trying to decide what to do about it.
Would you care to make a suggestion?
Um, oh, uh, no.
I'm sure whatever your majesty decides
will be appropriate.
I should go and pack.
No, I don't care at all for the way he looks at me.
Pluck out his eye.
Which one?
Oh, I don't know. Doesn't matter.
[Sighs]
That one.