This is Commander Susan Ivanova
bringing you the voice of the resistance.
The liberation fleet continues to retake territory
held in violation of the Earth Alliance constitution.
More ships on the other side continue to defect,
carrying stories of atrocities
carried out under the direct orders
of President Clark.
In addition to the liberation of Proxima 3,
the colony at beta durani and the midrange military base
have also been freed.
The long march toward Earth continues.
Garibaldi: Personal log, Michael Garibaldi.
It's started. They're really doing it.
This is what I was afraid would happen,
but it's been coming for a long time.
Ever since Sheridan got back.
Before he went to Z'ha'dum,
he never would have gone up against his own--
our own government like this.
I don't know,
maybe he thinks he's Alexander the Great...
And maybe he thinks he's John the Baptist...
And maybe he wants to take over
the whole operation for himself.
That's the part that worries me.
That's the part that made me come back here.
Mars...
I can't believe I'm back on Mars.
3 times before, this place almost killed me.
I swore I'd never give it another chance
to finish the job.
Humans got no business being here.
No business at all.
It's almost time.
You have to put this on now.
I think you've been watching
too many spy vids.
You want to see the big guy,
you got to play by the big guy's rules.
I'm really sorry if this troubles you,
Mr. Garibaldi.
You're the type of guy
who doesn't like to give up control.
I can see that, and I sympathize.
I really do.
But it's either this...
Or I put you on the next transport out.
I'm going to look stupid.
[Chuckles]
You know, at certain times of our lives,
we all look stupid,
but I think the key is not to mind it.
Now, Mr. Edgars has gone through a lot of trouble
to clear you through this blockade.
The average guy would be very grateful,
wouldn't want to cause Mr. Edgars any more trouble.
I'm not your average guy.
No, you're not.
That's a very good point.
I'm not, either.
Mr. Edgars doesn't like average guys.
He likes his people smart,
well spoken, presentable.
I ever tell you I have a masters in literature?
Well, don't take this personally,
but you don't seem the type.
Everything is illusion, Mr. Garibaldi.
Concepts of language, light, metaphor...
Nothing is real.
Except this blindfold.
Which you will put on now.
Otherwise, we turn around.
Won't some people think it's weird
to see me walk out like this?
No. Mr. Edgars has his own private dock.
Did you know this place was named
after the god of war?
Its rising foretold the death of kings...
Collapse of empires... It was a bad sign.
Now there are 2 million people living here.
It's still a bad sign.
Garibaldi: Mars....
Can't believe I'm back on Mars.
I've got to be out of my mind.
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.
Londo: 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...
Captioning made possible by Warner Bros.
Computer: Warning... Respiration decreasing.
Heartbeat irregular.
Cerebral activity approaching critical.
Cardial failure predicted in 30 seconds...
2o seconds...
Patient lifesigns stabilizing.
Returning to nominal.
Any luck, doc?
Zip.
These Shadow implants have defense systems
on top of defense systems.
Argh! You know...
I tried going in surgically
from unaffected parts of the brain.
I tried freezing it off.
I can't even move
one of the epidermal implants aside
without it trying to kill the patient.
Well, we know they wanted to use the telepaths
for their ships. Guess once they got you,
they don't want to let you go, huh?
I can't even bring in the heavy scanners.
Everything has to be isolated
off the primary computer systems
because when they wake up,
they bond instantly to any computer system nearby.
They're immediately hostile!
I can't take the risk,
not after what happened last time.
And the Captain-- the Captain--
he just keeps bugging me about this
every time he calls.
Did he tell you why?
No. No, he does not tell me why,
and that just makes it even more frustrating.
I mean, these implants are beyond anything
I've ever encountered before.
And after a while, you know,
that really starts to annoy me.
I should be able to figure this out.
It gets away from me every time.
Ah, well, you'll work it out.
You always do.
Yeah. I just wish I knew why the Captain
was in such a hurry about this
all of a sudden.
[Door opens]
Here, I'll be right back.
Zack...
Ivanova said you were looking for me.
Oh, Lyta, yeah.
We got a guy in medlab 4
who was mugged in downbelow.
Now, we think we got the perp,
but the victim's pretty shook up,
doesn't remember much of what happened.
We need confirmation
that this is the guy who did it.
I can't scan a suspect in a criminal investigation.
Zack, you know that.
It's a violation of due process.
Relax.
It's the victim who wants to be scanned.
Now, you'll go into his head, look around,
see if you can help him remember anything.
If you can pull a visual I.D. On the guy,
we'll have you do a lineup,
then we'll take it from there.
Standard commission, plus 10% stress fee
if I have to relive the attack.
Done. Just let me tell him we're coming.
[Heartbeats audible]
[Shadow screaming]
50 cc's until she's stable,
and then I'll come by and I'll...
[Drops clipboard]
Lyta.
Hello, Lise.
Michael.
You shouldn't have come. Not now.
Why?
A man's got a right to meet his employer
face to face.
This isn't a good time.
Ah, well, at least we're consistent.
There never has been a good time for us,
has there?
Lise: It's just...
Things are very busy right now.
William has a lot--
it's all right, Lise.
Our guest has come a long way
on a hard road.
I hope the trip wasn't too difficult.
I've had worse.
Yeah, I'm sure you have.
Beatrice was looking for you.
She had some questions about dinner.
Do you think you could, uh...
Yes, of course.
Michael.
I, uh, apologize
for the smallness of the house.
As you know,
space is at a premium on Mars.
And since this is where
we have our corporate headquarters,
I have to spend at least 6 months a year here
or lose half my tax benefits.
Would you, um...
Uh, thank you. No, I don't--
no, you don't drink anymore. I know.
I make it a point to know all I can
about my employees.
There's, um, juice, mineral water.
No, thank you.
Mmm.
Next time,
you'll have to come see us back on Earth.
500 acres of watershed land.
The more I'm in the dome, the more I miss it.
As I said...
Long way on a hard road.
I said I'd ask you to come when the time was right.
You insisted on seeing me now.
Why?
Because I got tired
of not seeing the face of the man I work for.
And I want to know what the hell it is
I've been helping you smuggle past b5 customs.
And because somebody's
got to stop Sheridan's war against Earth.
I'm just a businessman, Mr. Garibaldi.
Don't play me for stupid.
Edgars pharmaceuticals
is the fourth largest megacorp back home.
Your chemical weapons division
is one of the major suppliers to Earthforce,
and you've got at least 2 dozen lobbyists
working Earthdome, and you practically
bought senator claxby's re-election.
Yes, well, that was before President Clark's
night-of-the-long-knives last year.
It doesn't matter.
You got people who owe you big time--
people in high places.
And what exactly do you think I can do for you?
I don't trust Clark.
Yes, well, who does?
Many of us believed he was behind
President Santiago's assassination
long before your people leaked anything.
He's out of control.
He's running scared.
He needs to be stopped,
but not by a military action.
We have to work from inside the system.
That's just what I'm saying.
Unless Sheridan's stopped, he'll tear Earth apart.
Now, if you ask me,
I think he wants to take over himself.
I can't let him do that.
But I won't turn him over to Clark, either.
He'd be dead in a second.
Someone like you, in your position,
you could intervene on his behalf,
get him the proper treatment.
Not to sound totally self-involved,
but what's in it for me?
If I give him protection,
I see plenty of risk, but no profit.
You get to be the hero.
It's good for business, good for Earth,
and the next guy in office
is gonna owe you big time.
I mean, who knows,
you could be the next guy in office.
It's an intriguing proposition, Michael.
Let me think about it.
You're half way to the truth.
I have to decide whether or not
to bring you the rest of the way.
But just so you understand,
I won't do anything
until I know I can trust you.
And I suspect you won't do anything
until you know you can trust me.
This is gonna be
a very interesting weekend, Mr. Garibaldi.
This is where you'll bunk for now.
Oh, no, come on, I couldn't possibly.
I mean, it's just much too big.
Well, I could change that if, uh...
No, no, no. That's all right.
Please, don't inconvenience yourself on my behalf.
All right, when do I get to see Edgars again?
When he sends for you.
Which is when?
Which is 5 minutes
after he sends for me to send for you.
Good night, Mr. Garibaldi.
Try not to touch anything.
"Try not to touch anything."
There.
Touch that.
Touching.
I'm touching.
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch.
Touch.
Ohh, man.
[Exhales]
Lyta, wait up.
I can't. I'm late.
No, this is--this will just take a minute.
Look, I am sorry
I messed up your experiment--
whatever you were doing back there.
Is that why you ran off like that?
Yeah.
No, no, no. You didn't mess anything up.
You got a reaction out of one of my patients.
For those few seconds,
he was conscious and responding
without being a danger to himself or to others.
I'd like to know how you did it.
I was just looking at him,
and I heard a sound in my head.
What kind of sound?
Well, it's-- I don't even know
if you're gonna believe me.
It sounded like the scream a Shadow vessel makes
when it goes by.
When I heard it,
I just reacted instinctively.
I made it go away.
That's when he woke up.
Interesting.
Look, can you come back after this other job?
I'd like to run some tests.
No, I'm--i... Lyta, please.
Look, now, they're your own people.
All right, they're telepaths.
Now, I know you have problems with the corps,
but you should at least try and help them.
All right.
I'll see what I can do.
[Door bursts open]
[Gasps]
Hey! Hey! What the hell?!
Come on! What the hell's going on?!
Let me go! Let me go!
Hey!
[Door bolts shut]
Edgars: Don't be concerned, Mr. Garibaldi.
Everything's fine.
You're in no imminent danger.
Yeah, thanks for the reassurance.
[Breathing heavily]
So, who is she?
What's she doing here?
Edgars: She is a telepath, Mr. Garibaldi.
She knows nothing of our situation here
or our discussion.
I have hired her for a surface scan only.
She will not probe deeply,
will not know the context of our discussion.
She will only tell me
if you are telling me the truth when you answer.
Do you understand?
Oh, yeah, I understand.
So why the muscle?
Edgars: So you'd have no time to prepare mentally.
I want your heart rate fast, your thoughts jumbled,
to guard against any blocks
or attempts to mislead us.
Now, for starters,
I want you to tell me
what you think about telepaths.
Telepaths.
Well, I, uh...
Edgars: Feel free to be honest, Mr. Garibaldi.
Her job is to report,
not to be offended by your opinions.
Go on.
I don't trust them.
Never have, never will.
Edgars: Why?
I don't like the idea of somebody having
the power to get inside my head.
Edgars: There are safeguards.
They're not worth a damn to anybody.
They'll never trust us.
We'll always be jealous of them, afraid of them.
They could lie to us, and we'd never know,
but if we lie to them, they know.
How do you stop a conspiracy
when you have no evidence, no record.
It all takes place in thoughts
exchanged from one telepath
to another...
To another.
Sooner or later, this is gonna get ugly.
I just hope I'm not alive to see it happen.
Edgars: Then you believe they're a menace to society?
They're the biggest one we've got.
Edgars: When you told me
you wanted to help me locate and secure someone,
were you telling the truth?
Yes.
Edgars: And you have a guaranteed means
of doing this?
I do.
Edgars: You said you wanted to know
the real reason behind your employment.
I've already given you a reason:
To keep the pharmaceuticals now under development
by my company safe from competitors.
Why isn't that a good enough reason?
Because if somebody in your position
wants to protect something, you pay off the big boys,
and they give you a whole damn ship to yourself.
You only hire a guy like me
if you've got something to hide.
It's not your competitors you're worried about,
it's your neck if you get caught.
Edgars: So you assume I'm lying?
Everybody lies.
Edgars: That's a very sad view of the universe,
Mr. Garibaldi.
Yeah, well, it's the only one I got.
And it works for me.
Edgars: I understand you disappeared from Babylon 5
for some time this past January.
Do you know what happened to you?
No.
I don't remember anything.
Edgars: Thank you, Mr. Garibaldi.
You may go now.
[Door unbolts]
Edgars: Uh, one more thing.
Are you still in love with my wife?
What?
Edgars: It's a very straight-forward question,
Mr. Garibaldi.
Are you still in love with my wife?
No.
No, I'm not.
Edgars: Thank you.
You may return to your room now.
Edgars: Thank you, miss constance.
Mr. Wade will attend to your payment.
You should be in bed.
If I could sleep.
Did it go all right?
Fine, fine.
Did he, uh, say anything about me?
No, it never came up.
I think he's put it all behind him.
Good.
That's good.
As long as you're comfortable with him.
I think he'd be a fine addition.
Don't worry.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
All right, almost ready. Just one more.
What do you want me to do?
Well, do whatever you did the first time,
just do it more slowly. I won't be able
to monitor any changes in his brain waves
caused by direct contact with your thoughts.
With any luck,
this will help me find a way to stimulate
those same brain waves artificially,
build a kind of a feedback loop.
If it works,
least we'll be able to communicate with him.
What about the implants?
Getting those out will take longer.
But if we can work around the implants,
talk to them without them turning
violent or uncontrollable,
that'll be a start.
All right...
I think I'm ready.
Computer, begin recording.
Computer: Recording active.
All right, now, remember, take it slow.
I need to see what you do at every stage, all right?
[Beeping steadily]
[Heartbeats audible]
[Beeping faster]
All right, I'm getting a 10% increase
in brain wave activity.
All right, 15% increase
in respiration and heartbeat--
ease up a little, all right?
Take him up slow.
Interesting.
Every time you push telepathically,
it slows down
the production of acetylcholine.
The implants may be stimulating
the production of brain accelerants,
making it work faster,
which is necessary if you've been turned
into the central processing center
of a Shadow vessel.
But without control or direction,
the brain functions become erratic or distorted.
They start casting about, looking for something to do.
And when it doesn't find it,
it--it starts tearing itself apart
and anything nearby.
[Shadow screaming]
[Beeping accelerates]
Give me another 10 percent--
oh! Aah!
It's all right.
You're safe.
No one's gonna hurt you.
The machines...
Are gone?
Yes, the machines--
the Shadow vessels are gone.
They're not gonna hurt you.
Then...
What am I?
Why am I?
Ohh.
I can't live like this.
I can't....
Let you...
Do that.
I'm sorry.
Go to sleep now.
Ah, Mr. Garibaldi, good morning.
Good morning.
Would you like some orange juice?
Costs a fortune to have it shipped up,
but, uh, people in my position
are expected to have a few eccentricities.
When I was a kid,
I spent my summers with my uncle
on a farm in valencia, California.
We always had fresh orange juice
every morning on the table.
Those were good years.
Simpler.
A lot simpler.
Ah.
Look, I, uh,
I went through your test.
I assume I passed,
or we wouldn't be standing here.
I did my part, now do yours.
What's this all about?
Do you know how the ancient greeks
defined happiness?
Not off hand,
but I'd be willing to bet
it involved 3 goats and a jug of wine.
Happiness, they said,
was the exercise of vital powers,
along lines of excellence,
in a life affording them scope.
Humans have always struggled
to find the outer edge of what's possible,
and that's our strength.
But what kind of world would we have--
what options for happiness
would we have--
in a society run by telepaths
where ordinary humans are considered
second-class citizens
and privacy is something
you don't even risk dreaming about?
Would you like to live in that kind of world,
Mr. Garibaldi?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
But you know it's coming, don't you?
There are a few psi-cops out there
who think they should be running the whole show,
but they don't have anywhere near the kind of power
to pull off anything like this.
Not yet, but that's changing.
Come on.
Look, even if they tried something,
they'd be outnumbered 10,000 to 1.
You're thinking in old terms--
the force of arms.
But times have changed.
We're talking a war of information.
A war of secrets.
A war of intimidation.
Once they take off those badges,
can you tell a telepath from a normal?
They don't have to be everywhere
to make people believe.
They might be living next door.
You want your secrets exposed,
your most private thoughts
broadcast for the world to hear?
No, but it can't--
how many people actually belonged
to the Nazi party,
the communist party,
the jihad party?
A very small number.
But there were always plenty of other people
who were happy to do the work for them,
and others afraid enough to let it happen.
In order for them to take power,
they'd need an army.
Huh. You're still laboring
under the notion that people take power.
Nobody takes power.
They're given power by the rest of us,
because we're stupid or afraid or both.
The Germans in 1939.
The Russians in 1917
and 2013.
The Iraqis in 2025.
The French in 2112.
They handed over power
to people they thought could settle scores,
get the trains running on time,
restore their prestige.
They did it
because it was what they wanted.
Afterwards, like children
who have eaten too much candy after dinner,
they denied it was their fault.
No, it was them. Heh, it's always them.
Today President Clark has the power,
and we gave it to him
because we're afraid of the aliens
and afraid of ourselves.
And now he's giving it to the telepaths.
Clark wants complete and total loyalty.
When he was vice President,
he instituted loyalty tests.
But you can fool a test.
You can't fool a telepath.
So, he started bringing them into the process.
President Santiago objected,
but he made the mistake
of underestimating the opposition.
Clark wanted power.
Oh, I don't have a problem with that.
No one but a fool
ever walked away from real power.
But he began taking unacceptable risks.
He eliminated Santiago
with outside help.
I don't know the full story.
Only that there were aliens involved,
and they promised him
all the power he could want.
But he wanted an Ace or 2 up his sleeve.
He knew they were interested in the Psi-Corps.
And if they were interested, then he was interested.
They were his insurance policy against the aliens
and his means for gaining more power.
He created the Nightwatch,
started putting his people into important positions,
with telepaths alongside for security.
He gave them unprecedented authority.
And if you think they'll let go of that power
once he's gone,
you're gravely mistaken.
But what does Captain Sheridan have to do with all this?
If Sheridan tries to force a military showdown,
Clark will cut the final ties
that hold the Psi-Corps in check.
He'll turn it into a military and police force
answerable only to him.
Thought police.
Exactly.
Once that happens,
they'll never let go.
There are...
Other ways to fix this.
Clark's an amateur.
He still thinks he's in charge.
Isn't he?
Megacorporations have been running things
for years.
We just don't show ourselves much.
People wouldn't understand.
So we let them think they still have a voice.
We let Clark have his way because
we didn't see this telepath thing coming
until it was too late.
Now it's a threat to our business interests,
and we'll fix it in our own way...
Quietly,
behind the scenes.
We just need a little more time
to make this work.
Sheridan's campaign
threatens to disrupt our timetable.
He's just making Clark more paranoid
by giving him a real enemy.
And the more paranoid he gets,
the more power he gives to the Psi-Corps.
But how do you stop the corps...
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know that you were, uh...
I just came here to tell you
that breakfast is ready.
That's fine, Lise. I'll be right there.
Perhaps you'd care to join us.
Uh, no, thank you.
I've got some thinking to do.
I'm sure you have.
Uh, Mr. Edgars?
One minute.
What you just told me,
is that the whole truth?
It's as close to the truth
as you or anyone else will ever get, Mr. Garibaldi,
but it should be enough for you to decide
if you can trust me the way I now trust you.
Once you decide you're in all the way,
I'll tell you the rest.
We're going to change the world, Mr. Garibaldi.
I hope you'll work with me.
Sheridan: How's everything else?
So far, so good.
Clark sent over a couple of destroyers this morning
trying to weaken our defenses.
What happened?
They changed sides as soon as they got here.
We sent them your way.
They should catch up with you by the next jump point.
That's 5 so far today. Heh.
Any more defections and this little war
is gonna be really one-sided.
You sound disappointed.
I'm not.
I just start to worry
when things are going too well.
Any word from Delenn?
She finished her work on Minbar.
She's heading back here.
She should be arriving in a couple of days.
Good.
Anything else?
Nope. All quiet on the epsilon front.
Is there anything else
you want me to do from this end?
Yeah, transfer me over to Stephen.
I want to see how he's doing
with the telepaths.
[Beep beep]
Not now.
Ivanova: Stephen, it's the Captain.
Stephen?
All right, all right.
Just a sec.
Stephen, I just thought I'd check in,
see how things were going.
I, uh... Think I found a way
to neutralize the implants for brief periods of time.
We're setting up a, uh, an amplifier system
that will echo Lyta's telepathic commands and...
Look, it's--it's really complicated right now,
and I'm trying to keep it all in my head, so...
When do you think
you can get them up and running?
I don't know.
This is important, Stephen.
Why? Why is this so important?!
If you want me to do this right,
I need to know what this is all about!
Stephen...
I mean it.
All right.
I'm encoding this message every 3 seconds,
so program your system to keep up.
Are there any other personnel around?
Well, yeah, a few, but, uh...
This is private.
All right, everybody,
uh, take a break.
Get something to eat, grab some sleep,
just--just go.
Come on, hurry up. Everybody, let's go.
Go, go, go.
All right, go ahead.
Stephen, I've asked some hard things of you
in the past.
This may be the hardest of all.
I don't think you're gonna like it,
but we don't have much choice.
Stephen.
Are you all right?
No.
No, I am definitely not all right.
You know, when Sheridan came back from Z'ha'dum,
everyone talked about how different he was.
Harder,
more determined.
I really didn't see it.
I mean, aside from the...
From some physiological changes,
it was Sheridan, same as ever.
The Sheridan I know,
he never would have told me
what this one just did.
Ohh.
He's right.
It's the only way.
I just wish the hell that he was wrong.
I have a long-term job for you. You available?
Good.
Start packing. We leave in a few days.
As soon as I take care of everything.
Where are we going?
Mars.
[Knock knock]
Yeah?
You missed your dinner.
I thought I'd bring you some food.
You know, when I look at you two together,
I just can't figure it out.
I mean, aside from having more money than god
and homes on Mars, Earth, io,
and who knows where else,
having fresh orange juice delivered
all the way from Earth
just so he can relive his youth...
What does he have that I don't have?
Why him instead of me?
Michael.
Is it the money?
No!
Do you love him?
Yes.
Yes, I do. He's a good man.
Well, then why did you warn me off
when I first got here?
I'm just concerned, that's all.
I don't know all of what's going on,
but I know he's putting himself at risk,
reaching too far.
I don't want anything to happen to him...
Or you.
Well...
At least you're concerned now.
You know, when you got free...
You--you could have told me.
Maybe we could've got back
some of what we had before.
I never knew what we had.
When we were together before,
I never knew when I'd see you again,
or if I'd ever see you again!
I was the one who always had to carry the relationship.
I was the one who had to call.
I was the one who had to remind you
when Christmas came around
that, while it doesn't mean anything to you,
it means a whole hell of a lot to me.
Until I finally woke up and realized
that people like you don't marry other people.
You marry the job--
24 hours a day--
and everybody else is just excess baggage.
I never said that to you.
No.
But in 3 years,
you never said you loved me until I said it to you first.
And from where I sit,
that means the same damn thing.
[Sobbing] After Franz left,
I was a mess...
And you were 18 light years away.
I was working as a secretary
to make ends meet
when I found bill.
He was kind, and he was gentle.
And most of all, he was there.
If I had called you...
Would you have left Babylon 5
and come back to Mars?
Would you?
I don't know.
That's the problem, Michael.
I'm getting too old for "I don't know."
What I do know is that bill cares for me.
No, Lise. Lise!
Please listen.
Listen, I am sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
I loved you.
I don't think I ever really stopped.
I'm sorry, too.
Eat your dinner.
It'll get cold.
Mr. Edgars.
Shouldn't you be resting?
You've had a long day.
I just thought I'd see how things were going.
We're at a critical stage.
Can't afford any mistakes.
I wish you wouldn't.
It's all right.
It's a terrible thing to die alone, Wade.
We can afford a little human compassion.
He can't infect me.
How long has he been off the drug?
5 days.
Hmm.
Symptoms are occurring faster than before.
[Moans]
I know.
I know it hurts.
Part of the process.
I can only tell you it'll be over soon.
Hmm.
I want him put down.
Shouldn't they finish the tests?
We know it works.
There's no need to prolong this.
Put him down. Put them all down.
There's enough pain in the universe already.
Let's not add to it until we have to.
Oh, Mr. Garibaldi.
Sorry, i--i didn't hear you come in.
I--i didn't mean to bother you.
I can come back another--
no, no, no. It's fine.
You're up late.
Yeah, uh....
I've just been...
Thinking about a lot of things.
And where have your thoughts brought you?
Well, you told me to let you know
when I decided when I'm in all the way.
I've decided.
I'm in.
Well, I'm very pleased to hear that.
So what's the rest?
Well, you told me you'd tell me
the rest of it when I decided.
Saying you've decided isn't the same thing
as demonstrating your sincerity.
You showed me a little of that earlier,
and I returned the favor.
Now it's your turn again.
All right.
So how do I prove I'm in all the way?
Give me Sheridan.
Let me turn him over to President Clark.
Do that, and I'll tell you the rest.
What's the hurry? I mean...
We need Clark to think he's secure in his position
so we can buy some time to get our pieces into place.
If we give him Sheridan, he'll drop his guard,
and we can do what we have to.
I'll turn him over to you.
I won't turn him over to Clark.
He'd be killed--
not before he can be formally charged.
Clark's an amateur, not a fool.
He'll want to go through the motions of a hearing.
We'll move before that happens.
[Exhales]
You're asking a lot.
I know. That's why
we approached you in the first place.
You know him better than most people,
and you recognize the threat he represents.
We have to take him out of the picture.
You know it, and I know it.
And now it's time.
If you're Sincere, then prove it.
If not,
we have nothing more to talk about.
You get to Sheridan...
Through his father.
Nobody knows where he is.
Clark's people have been turning Earth upside down
and haven't been able to find him.
They can't...
But I can.
His father has a rare blood disease.
Requires he takes regular injections
of tenastacine.
That's a Centauri drug.
We supply it to a number of hospitals back home.
Very rare, very expensive.
Which makes it easy to track.
Wherever he goes,
he has to keep taking the medicine.
My guess is he didn't have enough time
to buy a lot of it before
he went into hiding.
Now, he probably has a friend
handling the prescription,
but it shouldn't take long
to find a bogus entry in the med records.
You get him, you can get Sheridan.
We, uh...
We still need someone to set him up...
And bring him down.
I can do that.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
I'm sure.
I'll head back to dome one tomorrow,
start setting things up.
You're doing the right thing, Michael.
I hope you understand that.
Garibaldi: Mars.
3 times before,
this place almost killed me.
And now...
I've finally finished the job.
I can't feel anything anymore.
I don't know what I care about anymore.
Except Lise.
I screwed up both our lives pretty good.
Now I get to make up for it.
Assuming any of us can ever make up
for anything we've done in the past.
Maybe we can't.
Maybe we just have to live with it,
and get on with it,
and do what we have to-- never what we want to.
It has to be done.
I hope he can see that someday.