[Beeping]
Oh, what the hell is it with this place
that I can't get just one solid night's sleep?
Ahh...
Lights.
Yeah, what is it?
Computer: Incoming message from Mars
sent by William Edgars.
Do you wish to receive?
Yeah, put it through.
Edgars: Good morning, Mr. Garibaldi.
Mr. Edgars, have I ever mentioned to you
that there is a 7-hour time difference
between Babylon 5 and Mars?
Yes, you have.
But I am on call 24 hours a day,
and I expect the same
from everyone who works for me.
I should think the weekly retainer
I'm currently paying you
entitles me to some small eccentricities.
Yeah, yeah.
So what's the job?
Another package will be arriving
on Babylon 5 later today.
You are to ensure that
it goes through customs without incident
and send it on to my people on io.
What's inside?
Nothing dangerous, explosive, or illegal.
That was our agreement.
So why all the secrecy?
The packages contain advanced compounds
for my pharmaceutical research department.
I don't want the raw materials
to fall into the wrong hands
before I can patent them.
I don't trust the government,
and I don't trust the couriers...
And I definitely
don't trust my competitors.
But you trust me.
For now.
All right.
Upload the data and I'll get on it.
By the way, uh, you mentioned earlier
that I'd be coming to Mars for a personal meeting
so we could get to know one another.
Any idea when that's going to happen?
In the fullness of time, Mr. Garibaldi.
Good-bye.
[Beep beep]
Sheridan to c&c.
Man: This is c&c. Go.
Yeah, any luck with my transmission to Minbar?
Uh, negative.
We're still unable to get through.
We've heard there's still fighting
going on in the capital,
but, uh, so far no details.
Have you received anything new
from Ambassador Delenn since she landed?
Negative, Captain.
All right, keep trying.
Let me know when you get through.
I'm sure she's ok, sir.
I hope so.
[Beep]
[Distant explosion]
How is it outside?
Much the same as it is in here.
[Explosion]
I should tell you we just received word
from the leader of the warrior caste.
His forces have surrounded the city.
He says...
If we don't surrender by tomorrow,
for the good of our people
he will end the war by destroying the city
and everyone in it.
It was the year of fire.
The year of destruction.
The year we took back what was ours.
It was the year of rebirth.
The year of great sadness.
The year of pain...
And the year of joy.
It was a new age.
It was the end of history.
It was the year everything changed.
The year is 2261.
The place...
And from 2247 to 2257...
I was the commercial telepath for xenocorp.
I monitored their negotiations
with representatives
from Centauri Prime, Narn, and Pak'ma.
So, scanning alien minds doesn't bother you?
Well, it's not comfortable.
I don't think any of us enjoys it,
but you get used to it.
If my employer needs to know
if their client is lying
and that client happens to be an alien
and agrees to the scan,
you just do it.
I see you interned with the psi cops.
1 year?
I was a field assistant.
Why'd you change to commercial work?
It just wasn't right for me.
And there was no room for advancement.
As a p-5, the best I could hope for
was doing background interviews,
authorized witness scans...
I like working corporate.
Good.
Well, everything seems to be in order.
We've been looking for a freelance telepath
to work with our interstellar contracts division,
and you seem to have the right experience.
Of course, we'll have to run
the usual background checks,
get authorization from Psi-Corps--
well, that might be a problem.
I'm not with the corps anymore.
How can you operate on Babylon 5--
well, I'm operating here
under a kind of special dispensation
from Captain Sheridan. He could vouch for me.
Well, I'm sure he can,
but his word doesn't exactly
carry a lot of weight back home right now.
This is very disappointing.
Uh...but...
You said I had the right background.
You do, but our insurance policy requires
that all telepaths engaged by our firm
be current licensed members of Psi-Corps.
That indemnifies us against any lawsuits
on the grounds of mental distress
or invasion of privacy.
I am sure there is some way we can work this out.
No. If it were up to me, miss Alexander,
I'd give you the job, but I'm answerable
to our attorneys and the board of directors.
They can't afford the liability.
But-- I'm sorry.
Perhaps in the future
when you rejoin Psi-Corps
we can discuss this again.
Until then, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.
Good day.
Neroon...good.
I'm pleased to see
you made it here alive.
I understand the religious caste
is most upset with you.
That is to be expected.
They were hoping I would organize our caste against you,
but I could no sooner move against the leader of my caste
than I could grow wings and fly across the moon.
They were always naive.
That has been their failing from the beginning.
Our people need leadership, not dogma.
Action, not meditation.
They assumed they were our equal in all things.
They have now learned otherwise.
Yes.
I do wonder, though, about the cost.
The cities can be rebuilt.
As far as those who've died,
I feel for them as much as you do,
but we all die, Neroon.
Only the timing varies.
They will be reborn
into the next generation of Minbari,
perhaps even as warrior caste.
There was no other way.
The loss of a few lives now
will save us many more lives
in the future.
Remember, it was the religious caste
that got us into the war
with the humans.
Then, after
many of our caste died fighting it,
it was they who just stopped.
If we go to war,
it should be for practical gains,
not holy wars or wars of principle.
It's a hard lesson,
but they have to learn it.
Delenn speaks for the religious caste now.
She values life above all things.
As she sees her caste dying around her,
she will have no choice but to surrender.
Is it wrong to value life?
I thought that is why we fought.
We fight because it is our nature.
It is the calling of our heart.
Life and death
are simply 2 possible consequences,
both equal,
neither valued nor feared above the other.
For a warrior,
death is simply the release
from our obligation.
You should rest.
You've done well, Neroon.
Ok, everybody,
please have your identicards out and ready for inspection.
Just go on. He'll take care--
keep moving. Wait!
Why? What is it?
I thought you should see this.
Well, back so soon, Mr. Bester?
Seemed like forever.
And to what do we owe the honor of this visit?
Nothing.
My business isn't with you
or the command staff.
I'm here strictly
as a representative of the Psi-Corps.
Doing what?
Personnel matters
that are none of your concern.
I'm not taking anyone with me
or causing you the slightest difficulty.
As hard as it might be for you to grasp this,
I do have a life that doesn't involve
Babylon 5, Sheridan, Ivanova,
or anyone else on the command staff.
I can promise you
I won't go near them.
Well, I don't think--
Mr. Allan, I'd remind you
that this is a free port,
at least that's what Ivanova keeps saying
on this so-called voice of resistance.
"Everyone is welcome here."
Now, is that true or is it a lie?
If it's true,
as long as I keep to myself,
you've got no reason to hold me.
I have legitimate business here.
Either let me get on with it
or stop pretending
that this is anything other
than a military dictatorship.
Yeah, well, I can't make that decision on my own.
I'll have to check with the Captain.
Please do.
I'll be waiting right here.
Mr. Allan seems to be under
a great deal of stress.
I don't think he's eating right.
Make sure he gets enough fiber.
That's always important.
Mind your own business.
"Humanity is my business."
Marley to scrooge.
Dickens.
A Christmas Carol.
Well, it's good to see
they're continuing the fine tradition
of hiring from the shallow end
of the gene pool.
Garibaldi.
Michael...
Michael--
no, I'm sorry, Zack, I can't stop to chat.
I've got a very busy day ahead of me.
Where's the package?
What package?
Some guy handed you a package
back in customs. Where is it?
I don't know what you're talking about, Zack.
Oh, by the way, I like the suit.
It kind of reminds me of the one I used to have.
Ok, now, that's enough.
There's a rumor going around
that you're working for William Edgars,
helping him get stuff through here
without any questions being asked.
My client list is confidential.
My policy--i don't confirm or deny.
Michael, listen to me.
I checked this Edgars out.
He's one of the 10 richest guys
in the alliance, but there's not
one single picture of him anywhere.
So a guy like him, he's got to worry
about getting hit by terrorists, kidnappers. So what?
So what does a guy like him want with you?
What's that supposed to mean?
I'm just saying--
no, I know exactly what you're saying.
You're saying I'm not good enough
to work with the big guys.
Look, I'm not saying that I am,
and I'm not saying that I ain't,
but, pal, you know what? You ought to start
giving me a little bit of credit around here.
I work hard, I'm honest...
Maybe you don't appreciate it, but others do.
And getting packages past customs...
Is that honest, Michael?
Yeah. It's about as honest and lawful
as breaking away from Earth Alliance,
taking over military equipment,
starting our own little empire out here.
You know what, Zack, if you got a problem,
why don't you take a peek in the mirror?
Don't bother me, ok?
You sent for me, Delenn?
Yes.
I have spoken with the others.
We have reached the decision.
Tell the warrior caste...
That we are prepared to surrender
at a time and place of their choosing.
But--
tell them, Lennier.
Just tell them.
And news has reached us
that a squadron of Starfury pilots
sent to conduct raids against Proxima 3
in hopes of forcing them
to accept President Clark's martial law decree
have defected, joining the Proxima resistance.
This makes the fourth major defection
in the last 2 weeks.
Refugees from sectors 400-600
are being taken in by the medical colonies
at beta durani and the MacArthur midrange colony.
Ships wishing to defect
will impress their attention to the 9,000...
I said I don't want to talk to you.
I heard you.
Came through loud and clear.
Extremely loud and clear, actually.
Amazing-- all those channels
and nothing worth watching.
If you've got something to say,
say it and get out.
That's a very poor way to treat someone
who's come all this way just to do you a favor.
Please.
I know you've been looking for work.
A couple of the corporations you approached
called us about a reference.
Naturally we couldn't provide one
since you've gone rogue, and...
The corps frowns on that sort of thing.
I imagine you must be getting desperate
for money by now
or you wouldn't be doing this.
I'm fine.
Of course you are.
It's just a little one-sided, isn't it?
I mean, Sheridan and the others,
they have this whole support mechanism.
They draw their salary
from the docking fees paid by alien ships.
Their meals and clothing are all free.
But what about poor Lyta Alexander?
How does she earn a living?
I mean, being a freedom fighter,
a force for good,
it's--it's a wonderful thing.
You get to make your own hours,
looks good on a resume,
but the pay...Sucks.
So, I'm prepared to make a deal with you.
I won't go back.
I'm not asking you to.
This is what I was thinking.
I can slide your name off the rogue list.
We have a category for deep cover agents.
Only a few of us have access to it.
I can add your name without too much trouble.
You'd be corps in name only.
You can do as you want.
You'd be able to work again, make a living.
In exchange for what?
Well, you'd have to wear the symbol, of course,
and the gloves.
They're more than just part of the uniform.
They're part of the discipline.
It's who we are.
And the usual 10% of your fees
would go back to the corps.
And?
And...
Well, there is just
no delicate way to say this.
I want your body.
What?!
Are you out of your mind?!
Ha ha ha.
That's a very funny question
to ask a telepath...
Since we spend so much of our time
in other people's minds.
I don't want it now, Lyta.
Just...when you're not using it anymore.
After...your passing.
This is a power of attorney.
It gives me the right to your body
after your death.
Now, in case you're worried
that I might do something to speed that process up,
clause 14 stipulates
that this contract shall be null and void
if you die from anything other than natural causes.
So, you see,
I'm certainly taking a risk.
This isn't exactly a safe neighborhood.
Why?
Because...
Without your permission,
Sheridan would never give me custody.
Lyta,
we both know you've been altered.
I don't know how,
but I think I know by whom.
The Vorlons found some way
to enhance your abilities, didn't they?
That's something we can't deal with.
A p-5 is a p-5 forever.
We can train them to make the most of their talent,
but that's all.
The Vorlons gave you more than just enhanced abilities.
They've given every telepath
a chance to be more than what they are.
If that secret dies with you,
it's a waste.
Surely even you can see that.
I'm offering you a chance
to put your life back together
on your own terms. It's not a bad deal.
I'd sooner put a bullet in my brain.
I'll be here a few days...
Just in case you change your mind.
Neroon: The religious caste has agreed to surrender.
I thought we would meet down on the planet.
Oh?
The Grey Council floated among the stars,
cut off from our people.
We need to show that we intend to do things differently.
I chose the temple of varenni for their surrender.
Why there?
That is where disputes between the castes
were settled in the years before valen and the council,
where new leaders were selected during times of war.
It will show that we are returning to our traditions.
Also, it is equipped to send a record
of their surrender throughout Minbar.
That will help to discourage any dissension.
I agree.
It will make for a powerful symbol.
When does the surrender take place?
As soon as we arrive.
There is one last thing.
Once we've accepted their surrender,
what shall we do about Delenn?
I know how she thinks.
She'll go along with this for now,
but in time,
she will start working against us.
She is a threat to our authority.
Once we have restored peace,
she will return to Babylon 5.
I believe we can guarantee
that her ship will never reach
its destination.
[Door chimes]
Yes?
Hi.
Zack, hi. Come on in.
I was just having some dinner,
if you care to join me.
I can't. I gotta be in 5 places at the same time.
Smells great, though.
Besides, I got business here.
I figured...
Better I should do it than some stranger.
Station resources want you to move to smaller quarters.
What? Why?
I--i just got this place fixed up.
Until last month,
this place was paid for by the Vorlon government.
Now they're gone,
and you don't have any regular income.
Now, the station needs
every credit we can get our hands on
to bring in supplies by alternate routes.
After everything I've done,
you're just going to kick me out.
No.
They're not kicking you out.
It's just a move to f-size quarters.
Now, I know the ones they're talking about.
They're nice. Intimate.
Small.
All right.
I guess I can work this out...
Somehow.
I'm sorry I bit your head off.
You're right.
I'd rather hear it from you
than somebody else.
Good. Good. I'm--I'm glad.
Because, uh...
I've got a favor to ask you.
It might even help you out a little in return.
I'd like to hire you for a job.
I want you to scan Mr. Garibaldi for me.
I assume this is with his permission.
Well, not exactly.
Zack!
Look, ever since he got back,
he has not been acting the same,
and I need to know if he's all right upstairs.
I can't do that. It goes against
everything I've been taught.
It's a complete invasion of privacy.
Can't you at least poke around
a little bit by accident?
No! Ahh...
I wish I could help, but i--i can't.
Maybe if it were somebody else,
I don't know, i-I'd
at least think about it,
but Garibaldi...
He's the first person I met
when I got here 5 years ago.
Oh, I need the money,
but I can't do this.
Please don't ask me.
Ok.
I guess I understand.
Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to upset you.
I had to at least try.
Let me get this straight.
You want to hire me to find your dog?
That's right. My cat, too.
Aha.
Heh. Yeah. Well, Mr. Adams,
this isn't the kind of thing that I usu--
I'll pay time and a half.
Turn down. Doggies, kitties, hey,
they all kind of make the world go round, don't they?
Anything else I, uh, should know about them?
They're planning to take over the galaxy.
[Whistles]
Man, they always find me.
Hey. I was wondering when you were going to be
getting around to coming to see me.
What can I do for you?
Uh, I need a job.
Short, sweet, to the point.
I wish more of my clients were like you.
Please, sit down.
I'm almost out of money,
and they're about to kick me
out of my quarters.
I can't keep taking handouts
from the others,
but without the Psi-Corps
to back me up,
people I want to work for
won't hire me,
and the only people who might hire me...
You don't trust.
Exactly.
I don't have anywhere else left to turn.
Ah, Lyta, the way I work,
I don't use telepaths.
I...i don't trust them. I never have.
I know.
I just hoped that by now,
I'd proven myself enough--
however--however...
If I hire you, I annoy Bester.
I like the thought of that.
What's your empathic range?
Well, officially...
20-25 meters.
Unofficially.
Further. Much.
Interesting.
See, I just started working for this client
who has me bringing him stuff in on the sly.
Now, he doesn't want to get noticed,
and neither do I.
But the problem is when you don't have
a lookout or someone to watch your back,
you get noticed.
What I need is someone who can see around the corners,
and, well, you're the next best thing.
Look, it's going to have to be a small retainer
till we see how things work out,
and it's coming out of what I get,
so it's not gonna be much.
Well, well, Mr. Garibaldi.
I heard you'd retired, but I didn't believe it.
Not retired.
Just went independent, that's all.
Why? You looking to hire somebody
to find out what happened to your personality?
Always quick with the mot juste,
Mr. Garibaldi.
Sadly...
You're no longer worth my attention.
Good day.
Ms. Alexander.
Hey, what are you--
what?
He scanned you.
Are you sure? I'm positive.
Hey, I told you to stay out of my head!
I don't know what you're talking about.
What are you after?
Why are you doing this to me?
Talk to me!
Let me go! He scanned me!
Hi.
This is a terrible day, Delenn.
I never thought I'd see it come.
The day is not yet over, Lennier.
But we have already agreed to the surrender.
I know.
I want you to have this, Lennier.
Keep this with you until we are done.
All the instructions are inside.
Instructions?
It's time.
Delenn, of the family mir,
I greet you in the name of the warrior caste.
Shakiri, of the family kort,
I greet you in the name of the religious caste.
I regret that we have been brought together here,
in this sacred place,
by such unfortunate events.
But this day will Mark
a new beginning for our people.
The struggle between us was terrible, was hard...
Was inevitable.
But now it is over.
Do you speak for the whole
of the religious caste, Delenn?
I do.
And what message do you bring for us today?
The religious caste... Surrenders.
You have all heard it.
The struggle between us is over.
Now we can begin to rebuild our great cities
until they are even greater than before.
Now we step out into the light of a new day.
Now we rebuild
the Grey Council into a warrior's council.
Delenn: Excuse me.
Yes?
I said that we surrendered.
I did not say that we gave up
our sovereign rights to form a new government.
Dukhat said that in every battle,
one side or the other must surrender eventually.
It is the natural order of things.
There is no dishonor in that, no shame.
We recognize the superior forces
of the warrior caste.
We have, after all, spent several centuries arming you,
helping you learn the art of combat.
What threat are we against that?
Then you acknowledge-- we are stronger.
Stronger, yes. But wiser?
For a thousand years,
we have guided our people through wisdom, not arms.
Will we set that aside so quickly?
You who are watching here and across Minbar,
you know this place. You know its history.
This is where we chose our leaders before valen.
This is where many of us served,
and many of us died.
The ancients understood that in war,
it is always the young and the powerless
who are sent off to fight.
Sent by leaders and warriors and generals
who are not themselves engaged in the battle,
who do not bleed on the front lines,
who do not die alone in the cold and friendless night.
But here in this place, that changed.
What are you playing at?
If the warrior caste has set aside the wisdom of valen,
if they wish to return to the old ways,
then they must honor the laws set down by the ancients.
The leaders of each warring caste
would step into the circle,
the starfire wheel would open,
and its fire would begin to consume them.
Those would did not deserve to rule,
who would not sacrifice themselves
as they asked others to do on their behalf,
would escape the fire.
The sacrifice of the one who remained,
who believed so much in his caste
that he would lay down his life for them,
that would determine
which caste would be dominant among us.
This is a violation of--
it is the tradition of our people!
The warrior caste began the war,
the religious caste has ended it.
And now we say,
we are willing to endure the starfire wheel
for the good of our people.
If the warrior caste will not do the same,
then you are not fit to lead.
Valen said, "will you follow me into fire?"
Will you?
Delenn, don't do this.
What's done is done.
I cannot leave the circle now.
You have my instructions. Carry them out.
Shakiri...you do not follow.
Does the warrior caste concede leadership?
This proves nothing.
Our entire world is watching, Shakiri.
If you believe so much in your caste,
step into the circle and die for them.
Or is it easier for you to kill my caste?
Easier to send others out to die for you?
This is madness! I refuse--
you said that a warrior does not fear death, Shakiri.
Neroon?! What are you--
you said that death was only one of 2 consequences,
neither valued nor feared above the other.
Death is merely a release from our obligations.
Why then are you afraid, Shakiri?
Have you put your own importance
above our people?
Do you take their side?
I speak for my people.
Who do you speak for?
And what are you willing to do?
They are waiting for your answer.
Delenn, we can walk out together,
share the power.
No one will speak against us.
No!
There are other ways.
Then you should have explored them
before you tore our people apart.
No! No!
I do not understand.
When we were aboard your ship,
when she proposed this,
Delenn told me
she would leave the circle after he did.
Why does she not come out?
She is making her point... For all our people...
For the world.
No!
I was born...Warrior caste.
But I see now...
The calling of my heart...
Is religious.
The war is over!
Listen to her.
Listen!
Ugh. That's enough.
What the frag?
I am so tired of this damn...
Argh! Lights. What?
TV: Message for you from William ed--
put him through!
Edgars: Good morning, Mr. Garibaldi.
Mr. Edgars, you gotta stop--
I understand you just hired a telepath.
Yeah?
And you're paying her out of the retainer
I pay you?
Yeah, that--that's right. How--
how is not important.
You're to fire her, effective immediately.
What? Why?
I do not trust telepaths.
I will not have them near me
or anyone who works for me at this level.
But this--this serum that you've been working on,
it's supposed to help telepaths.
If you don't want to help them,
then why the hell--
I may develop a serum to help lab rats.
That does not mean
I want to employ them, even second-hand.
Mr. Garibaldi,
I am paying you a lot of money.
If you cannot meet the terms
of our employment,
I can always find someone else.
I have nothing against her personally,
but as long as you are working for me,
she cannot work for you.
Tell me which way you want it.
[Thinking] Personal log: Bester, al.
August 3rd, 2261.
By provoking Mr. Garibaldi,
I've put him even further at odds
with his former associates
and further on the path I need him to follow.
What I came here to get, I got...
Even her.
Guess you could call it a bank shot.
Yes... I've had a nice day.
I still think you should wait
a while longer before doing this.
You are not yet fully healed.
The other castes are waiting to see what I do.
The longer we wait,
the more questioning may turn to fear.
Is everything ready?
Yes...as soon as you enter,
the record of this will be relayed
all across Minbar.
Then let us get this over with.
Today...we rebuild what was broken.
Today...we restore the Grey Council.
I summon the 9,
as valen called them together long ago.
Dhaliri, of the religious caste...
Mazetsch, of the warrior caste.
Burlee, of the religious caste.
Shakat, of the warrior caste.
In the past, it has been our tradition to seek balance.
We have called 3 from each caste:
Worker, warrior, religious.
But now...That changes.
I call forth durlan,
katz...zakat,
nur, and varenn of the worker caste.
You had forgotten
the worker caste, hadn't you?
When our 2 sides fight,
they are the ones caught in the middle,
forgotten until it is their time to serve,
to build, and to die.
They build the temples we pray in,
the ships you fight in...
They look to us to guide their hands.
But prayers are fleeting and wars forgotten;
what is built endures.
They do not wish to conquer, or convert,
only to build the future.
And now they will have that chance.
The religious caste and the warrior caste
will advise and counsel.
We will serve, as is proper.
Religion and war must act
in the service of the people,
not the other way around.
And this place...
This place is reserved in memory of Neroon,
until the day it is taken by the one who is to come.
You are the heart, the hands,
and the voice of our people.
Judge wisely...And well.
Just a second...
Come.
Sorry, I was in--
the bastards...
Those cold-hearted rat... Bastards.
When I heard about it,
I thought it was just a rumor.
I mean, we get so many of them.
Oh, god, John, I just want to grab them and just...
This is it. This is it.
What? What is it? What?
Here, this was recorded by a transport
bringing relief supplies to Proxima 3.
As soon as this destroyer came through the gate,
the other ships identified themselves
as commercial liners.
They were carrying the sick and the wounded
from where President Clark's been hitting them.
Women, children,
the--the sick, the infirm...
2,000 civilians per ship, crammed in like sardines.
My god! God!
10,000 civilians whose only crime
was trying to get out of the damn killing zone.
I am putting this on v.O.R. As soon as I calm down.
This madness has gone on long enough.
I don't care if we're ready yet.
I don't care if we're outnumbered or outgunned.
I don't care what ISN says about us,
this stops and it stops now.
If Earth wants to declare war on us,
then it's time that we took the war to Clark.
You tell the others...
Starting right now, we fight back and we fight back hard.
I thought you were looking for some other way than
firing at our own ships. They were following orders.
Any crew that executes an order like that
is guilty of war crimes.
And they deserve whatever they get.
No, we're riding in, Susan.
Anybody who wants to defect and join us, fine.
If they get in our way, we'll knock them down.
If they kill one of our ships,
we'll kill 3 of theirs,
and we keep going.
We never slow down
and we won't stop.
We're going after the colonies, then Mars...
Then Earth.
And god help anybody who gets in our way.