Good morning, Captain.
Oh, good morning, Ambassador.
Do you mind if I walk with you for a moment?
No, no, not at all.
Is there something I can do for you?
I spoke with John last night.
He told me why he chose you for this position.
Well, he wanted someone from Earthforce
to show the folks back home--
no. In addition to that.
I'm sorry.
I wish he hadn't told you
without giving me some advance warning.
No, it's all right. I forced the issue.
I just wanted you to know
that I understand his reasons.
You were the correct, logical choice,
and I support his decision.
I appreciate that, Ambassador,
but since others might not be so quite understanding,
I would, uh, really prefer to keep this between the two--
the 3 of us.
[Beep beep]
I, uh, don't think anyone else really needs to know.
Londo, there you are.
I was gonna tell you your ship just arrived,
but I guess you can see that for yourself.
Would you like me to tell you what I see, Mr. Allan?
I see...What is that quaint human phrase?
The end of the line.
Yeah.
The regent is not well.
For the next few months,
I will be at his side as much as time allows.
I will go there and come back here.
But when he leaves us,
the Centaurum will turn to me to fill that void.
When that day comes, Mr. Allan,
I shall not return.
Barring the occasional state visit,
I shall never lay eyes on Babylon 5 again.
I didn't think you'd mind that part.
Neither did I.
Strange that.
Yeah, but you'll be the Emperor.
That's got to be a great feeling--
Emperor Mollari the first.
The second.
There was one before you?
Yes. Long ago.
He, too, ended badly.
Now, come on, you've got
your whole life ahead of you.
Why would you say a thing like that?
Because I know.
My people always know.
I don't know why, or how, or where,
but I can feel it
to the very core of my being, Mr. Allan.
This is where it begins to go badly for all of us.
Corwin: Babylon control to transport 11719.
You've turned off autopilot.
Please return control to b5 c&c at once.
Pilot: We're having navigation problems.
Backing up for another try.
Negative. Do not activate thrusters.
We cannot get the pressure doors
open in time.
Pilot: Systems failure!
We've got to pull back or we'll hit the walls!
Negative! I say again, do not fire thrusters.
And so it begins...
There is a hole in your mind.
What do you want?
No one here is exactly what he appears.
Commander Sinclair is being reassigned.
Why don't you eliminate
the entire Narn...
I see a great hand reaching out of the star.
President Clark has signed a decree today declaring...
These orders have forced us to declare independence.
Weapons, surprise...
...get of their encounter-suited butts
and do something.
You're the one who was.
Why are you here?
I think of my beautiful city in flames.
Now, get the hell out of our galaxy!
We are here to place President Clark
under arrest.
Pilot: Earth transport Mark to Babylon control.
Any idea how much longer we're going to have
to wait out here?
Unknown. The Captain's out inspecting the damage now.
Lochley: What a mess.
Lochley to repair team,
how long until you can fix this thing?
We've got debris all through the main elevator shafts.
Totally gummed up the works.
Figure 12, 13 hours.
Come on, you guys are on time-and-a-half as it is.
Killin' me here.
Tell you what.
Get it done in 11 hours and I'll pretend I didn't see
that extremely nonregulation picture
hanging in your locker.
You know, the one from your bachelor party.
You know, the one with--
you've got a deal.
Thanks. All right, c&c, I'm heading in.
I'll come around back.
Are the emergency air-doors clear?
We've got some other official transports
coming in the back,
but we'll keep them out until you're in.
Oh, this is...
Finding everything you need?
Oh, let me guess now,
this must be
for the telepaths living in downbelow, right?
They don't have anything, Stephen.
They're short on clothes, food,
medical supplies.
Well, tell them to come on up here.
You know, I wondered where this got off to.
Some of them have been through some pretty tough
psi corps medical experiments,
so they don't trust doctors.
Besides, they prefer to be self-sufficient.
Well, I wouldn't call
asking you to steal stuff for them self-sufficient.
I am not stealing.
This stuff was all earmarked
for the lurkers in downbelow.
Charity cases.
We weren't getting paid for it anyway.
Besides, they didn't ask me to do anything.
I came here on my own.
You really believe in what they're doing, don't you?
They're not here to cause trouble, Stephen.
They're just trying to find a place
to call home.
Not just for themselves, but for all telepaths.
Nobody else wants us. We may as well try
and make a place for ourselves.
So, yeah, I believe in them.
Byron has a dream for all telepaths.
I want to help make it come true.
[Beep beep]
Franklin, go.
Delenn: Doctor,
I'd like to come talk to you in an hour,
if you have time.
Yeah, no problem. I'll see you then.
So, you need a hand with that?
No, I got it. Thanks.
All right. Well, next time
you need something, just ask.
I found some more supplies. I thought they might help.
You've no idea.
And these are for you.
What are they?
Vitamins.
They should go to the children.
They're too strong for children.
Then they should go to the sick.
Which is what you're going to be
if you don't slow down
and start taking care of yourself.
When was the last time that you slept?
Really slept.
It was 3...
No, 4 lifetimes ago.
I was a coppersmith.
And at the end of a long day,
I'd lay out under the stars,
beside the river,
and my dearest love cradled my head
in her lap.
She ran her fingers against my temples
and forehead.
Soft and cool and delicate.
And I slept.
I slept as I have never slept before or since.
I slept full measure
enough to sustain me through 5 eternities.
When I awoke, she was gone.
And there was a tall tree standing
where she had been the night before.
A Willow.
Its delicate branches touching
my face like tears.
It remained there by the river
long after I had gone to dust.
If there was a straight answer buried in there somewhere,
I sure as hell didn't see it.
It was a parable.
Oh.
The Willow is deceptively strong.
It bends, but it does not break.
Its roots are deep
and can withstand the worst storm.
It promises rest, and shade,
and cool breezes to those
who would find rest beneath it.
You have become my Willow.
And we have all found shelter
in your kindness.
Thank you.
That was probably the most elegant attempt
to change the topic I have ever heard.
Sleep, Byron?
Sleep isn't the issue.
We sleep too much.
It's the dreaming we don't do enough of.
What is it?
Can't you feel it?
Open your thoughts.
Take down the walls
the mundanes forced us to live inside.
Open your senses and feel.
[Footsteps]
Bloodhound units.
Yes.
He's here.
Chief around?
Uh, no, he had to hit the head.
What's up?
I don't think I'm supposed to tell you.
Tell me what?
Come on, this is me.
Bester just came on board.
Said he's here to see the Captain.
And the bartender says to Rene descartes,
"another beer?"
And descartes says,
"I think not!"
And disappears.
Bester!
Aah!
You son of a--
what the hell do you think you're doing?
Get out of my way!
Back off, mister!
I said back off!
You don't understand! He--
security!
Escort Mr. Garibaldi here to the brig
and do not cut him loose until I say so.
Just for the record, gentlemen,
you are now exactly
5 seconds away from a court-martial,
so make the best of them.
My apologies
for the interruption, Mr. Bester.
Not at all, Captain. I'm used to it.
Now, where were we?
You want me to quit medlab?
Not quit.
Just delegate some of your responsibilities
to your staff,
to make room for other things.
What kind of other things?
With the creation of this new alliance,
there will be even more interaction
between races from different worlds.
And some diseases can cross
from one species to another.
Yeah, I know. It worries me.
Literature on cross-species infection is still growing.
There hasn't been much opportunity
for real research in that area.
Well, now there is.
As advisory council for the new alliance,
we want you to put together
the definitive work in this area.
Your work here on Babylon 5 was a good start.
You've had access to medical conditions
of dozens of races.
Now we want to send you out
to member worlds to do first-hand research.
Where that is impractical,
we will put you in contact with their Ambassadors here.
It is a condition of membership
that medical information be made available to you.
Obviously there are certain dangers.
Many of the other races want to keep
their medical histories confidential.
But we'd love to have you take on the job,
if you're willing.
Hell, yeah. Where do I sign up?
He will be a fine addition to our team. Very fine.
I agree.
So why are you troubled?
I do not feel as if I am doing enough
for the alliance, Delenn.
Be careful, G'Kar.
When the universe hears you say
something like that, it tends to answer
in the most surprising ways.
Captain, good, I was just about to call you.
I understand you got in a bit of a dust-up
with Mr. Garibaldi.
That's correct, Mr. President.
He burst in on a meeting
and attempted to assault my guest.
Captain, your guest got inside Mr. Garibaldi's head,
reprogrammed him, messed up his life.
Hell, he almost got both of us killed.
I'm aware of that, sir.
The reports do a very good job
of putting across his side, and yours.
Now, would you like to hear my side,
or would you rather continue shouting?
If the latter, please let me know
so I can sit down and get comfortable.
Ahem.
Go on.
Despite my objections,
you gave the telepaths permission
to form a colony here.
You did not, however,
Grant them immunity from prosecution.
They're wanted on a variety of charges
by the psi corps.
Also know as fascists are us.
Granted. Nonetheless,
they are a part of the government,
and I am still accountable
to that government.
Bester is here on direct orders
from Earthgov.
Now, you and Delenn said very specifically
that the interstellar alliance
grants sovereignty to each world
to govern its people the way it sees fit.
And since Earthgov is part of the alliance,
you have to respect their internal policies.
How am I doing so far?
Annoyingly logical.
Thank you.
It wasn't a compliment.
I can't ignore him or throw him out
until he breaks the rules.
Whatever past relationship
you and Garibaldi have with him,
I have to behave
according to what he does on my watch.
If I judged everyone
according to what was reported to me by others,
I would have concluded
that you were a traitor to Earth during the war
and shot you on sight...Sir.
Look, I give you my word,
if he breaks the rules so much as an inch,
he's out of here, but until then,
I have got to do this my way.
I suppose you're right.
Yeah, if I contravene our policies
for my own convenience,
it'll give our enemies something to point to
and say we're hypocrites.
If I violate my promise to the telepaths,
our enemies will latch on to that just as well.
I'm caught in a web of my own good intentions.
Well, the road to hell
is paved with them, sir.
I know, but why does it have to go through this office?
He can't have them, Captain. I won't allow it.
Well, at least give me
a reason to say no other than "I don't want to,"
and I'll stick him
on the next transport out of town.
I gave them my word.
Well, that may not be enough.
Find a way to make it enough.
You're not gonna make this easy on me,
are you, sir?
It's not my job.
Pilot: Centauri liner to Babylon control.
We can't wait around any longer for you
to finish your repairs. We have a schedule to keep.
Understood.
Ambassador Mollari will just have to catch
the next liner to Centauri Prime.
Turning orbital control back to your system.
Confirmed. Setting navigational controls
to locate Centauri Prime main beacon, 44369.
Lochley: Any idea yet what happened to that cruiser?
We found trace
of a chemical explosive material
and a detonator.
It's hard to be sure,
but it looked like the bomb was hooked into
the ship's navigational system.
My guess? It was programmed to explode
when the nav system was set
for a particular destination.
Well, they just programmed a series of jumps
that would take them to the Centauri transit beacon
when the explosion hit.
Somebody didn't want that liner going home.
Yeah, well, whoever it was,
they weren't from around here.
The chemical composition
of that explosive
was definitely Centauri,
so it was definitely planted there.
Well, we were the liner's last stop,
so if the bomb was programmed to go off
when the beacon was set for the return voyage,
then the target has to be someone
getting on board here.
Any vips leaving?
Just Londo.
Oh, that's what I was afraid of.
All right, I will go talk to the Ambassador.
See if he can narrow down the list of suspects
to just, oh, a few thousand of the enemies
he's made over the years.
Oh, and I'll need copies of all your computer reports.
I'll back-check the analysis,
make sure we haven't missed anything.
Yeah, take these. Thanks.
Uh, by the way, Captain, just curious,
how long did you plan to leave Garibaldi in the brig?
I haven't decided yet. Why?
Well, I can understand why he went fusion like that.
That's not the point.
This is a matter of discipline and protocol.
You just don't walk into somebody's office
and start a fight, unless invited to do so.
You know, this is the most amazing base
I've ever been posted to.
Everybody here's either trying to kill each other
or pound each other into a pulp.
I don't know what kind of way that is to run--
something wrong?
This status report...
It says the system was used to pull
someone's classified personnel file.
Whose?
Mine. Security access code number 0171359.
Garibaldi?
Yeah.
Where are you going?
To pound someone, Mr. Allan. You win.
I just decided if you can't join them,
beat them.
They're not here.
Yes, I'd heard you've been spending time with them.
Compassion is a lovely thing...
Taken in moderation.
Tell me you haven't gone over to their side.
I thought telepaths were all on the same side.
Oh, don't play games, Lyta.
Whether you know it or not,
these people are dangerous.
They're on nobody's side but their own.
Tell me where they are.
No. You have the bloodhounds.
Go find them yourself.
Anything?
Wait, wait, nothing. Nothing at all.
This is a crowded area.
Even if the blips weren't here,
you'd still be picking up something.
Unless...
You were being jammed.
For a moment,
I forgot how strong you are.
I won't make that mistake again.
I suggest you leave...Now.
Check the hall.
I said get out!
I am a duly authorized officer of the law.
Stand aside or--
or what?
Not bad.
Tell me, is that really telekinesis,
or are you just pushing
the nerve endings, making them feel
as if they've been slapped?
Either way, it's taking
a lot out of you, Lyta.
You're sweating, flushed.
How many times can you do that, Lyta?
Can you do just one at a time?
Maybe 2? How about 3?
How about a half dozen of us?
I don't know.
Like you said, I'm new at this.
I could even make a mistake.
Maybe even pop a blood vessel
in someone's head by accident by pushing too hard.
Feel like playing the odds, Mr. Bester?
Unnecessary, Ms. Alexander.
Things have changed.
This time, I have allies
in the chain of command around here.
We'll be back
with several dozen security guards.
I doubt you'll be very effective
against so many.
If your friends are still here,
they'll be arrested.
If they scatter, it'll make our job easier
since you can't shield them that way.
Either way, we're taking them back with us.
Be seeing you, Lyta.
I saw what you did. How did you--?
I can't talk about it now, Byron.
Um, tell your people get going, fast!
Spread out all over the station.
It's their only chance.
I know some places that might work.
For awhile, anyway.
Thank you.
What was that for?
For believing.
Now come on, we have to go.
All right, Mr. Garibaldi,
either we thrash this out
once and for all,
or one of us is going to go.
And I can assure you it won't be me.
As far as I'm concerned,
you can do your job just as well on Mars.
Now, you have been riding me since
the day I got here.
What the hell is your problem?
For starters, I don't know you,
therefore I don't trust you.
The world's full of people you don't know.
I worry about that all the time.
Tough. Get over it. What else?
Why were you so chummy with Bester?
I was stationed at an Earthforce base
near a mining company several years ago.
A rogue telepath was messing with my people.
First, cheating them in the casino,
and later he killed 2 of them
because they found out what he was.
We couldn't find him. Bester did.
And he saved the lives of 2 of my crew.
Now, I don't actually like him,
and I sure as hell don't trust him,
but so far he has not done
anything unpleasant to me.
I'm sure he will, because this place
seems to bring that out in everyone,
but until then,
I have an obligation to be courteous.
And I have an obligation
to shove his face through a bulkhead.
Your hobbies are your concern, Mr. Garibaldi.
Just do it where I can't see it,
and do it quietly.
Thanks.
Now...now for the big one.
Why did Sheridan pick you to run this place?
There's something between you. What is it?
Is that why you went ransacking through
my personnel file?
Looking for something that I'm holding over
the President?
Blackmail, or some covert political agenda?
Are you really that dead inside
that you can't even imagine another reason?
All right, all right.
Obviously, we got off on the wrong foot.
Maybe it's my fault.
I crawled up your butt more than a few times
when I got here.
Maybe it's your fault.
Yeah, it's definitely more your fault
than mine, but--
I'm here because Sheridan
wanted a symbol.
Somebody who was on the other side.
He figured it would bring the folks
back home together.
He also wanted someone he knew he could trust.
Someone he didn't have to worry about
sandbagging him or stabbing him
in the back when he wasn't looking.
Someone who would argue with him when necessary,
but would back him all the way
when he was right.
And that's you. That's me.
Why?
It can't leave this room.
I am the soul of discretion.
A very long time ago,
Sheridan and I were...
Married, for all of about 3 months.
Get out of town.
[Whistles]
How many wives has he got?
Just 3.
We met fresh out of officer training school.
We hit it off,
fell crazy in love,
got married,
realized we'd made a terrible mistake,
fell crazy out of love,
and split up.
You see, in a relationship,
you gotta take turns
being in charge, but...We both wanted
to be in charge all the time.
We had arguments
that could peel paint off the wall.
But it was over a long time ago.
He's not carrying a torch for me,
I'm not carrying one for him.
But the bottom line
is he knows he can trust me,
and I know I can trust him,
and that's why I'm here.
[Laughing]
What's so amusing?
You. Me.
All of this.
Ohh...
If I had 100 years,
I couldn't have come up with that one.
Well, that's very true.
And maybe that's something you ought
to think about, Mr. Garibaldi.
So.
Uh, I guess I can go now, right?
Right?
Not as long as Bester's still here.
It's not that I don't trust you,
but I... Don't trust you.
[Beep beep]
Lochley. Go.
Zack: Captain, we have an official request from Bester
for security personnel to help him round up
those telepaths. What do I tell him?
Where did it come from?
Direct from Earthdome.
Then we can't refuse it then.
Give him what he needs,
but no more.
Now the fun really starts.
Help me! Help me, please!
Unh! Oh!
[People talking]
Byron: Lyta.
Byron?
You called me?
Yes.
To say good-bye.
Half my people have been captured.
The rest will fall soon.
My place is with them.
No!
We can fight them.
Violence is not our way.
We must aspire to be better than that.
They know you were in charge.
They'll kill you!
It is a distinct possibility,
but perhaps there is a rough justice in that.
It is not your fault, Byron.
Yes, it is!
I should've known better by now.
I was wrong to bring them here,
wrong to trust in others.
And perhaps I was most wrong of all
to hold out the possibility
of hope... To them,
to myself,
and to you.
Please.
Don't.
You can stay with me.
I could hide you.
I believe you could.
I believe you would protect me
until the stars themselves
went cold and dead,
but my people need me,
and I must go to them.
You have been kind to us.
Carry out the legacy
to others out there like us,
and for me, that will be enough.
Good-bye, Lyta.
And we finally got the cargo lifts operating
at 100% capacity.
Ms. Connally expects the backlog should be cleared
in a couple of hours.
Good. Good.
So, uh...
How goes the witch hunt?
Ah, Bester's people have almost all
the rogue telepaths in custody.
We figure there's maybe...
Half a dozen left plus the leader.
They should have them in hand
by the end of the day.
Any response from Earth on our request
to delay turning over the prisoners
to Bester's custody?
Negative. And I wouldn't expect one
until after they've already left.
Have Bester's people broken any station regs,
uh...roughed anybody up...
Arrested the wrong people?
No. They've kept their noses so clean
you could eat off them.
Not an image I wanted this early in the morning,
but thank you very much, Mr. Allan.
Any other reports?
All right. Dismissed.
Uh, Captain?
One thing.
The other day, Delenn asked
if I'd be willing to work with her
on putting together a medical catalog
of the other races.
Genetic diseases,
cross-species infection rates,
the whole 9 yards.
Well, I hope you said yes.
Sounds like a big deal.
It is. And since it means
spending more time outside of medlab,
I figured I'd clear it with you first.
Not a problem.
Dr. Hobbs can pick up any slack
should there be an emer--
did you say cross-species infection rates?
Yes.
It's not a big problem...Yet,
but alien biologies
range all over the place,
and there's not much common ground,
but it has been known to happen.
To humans?
On occasion, yeah.
That's why we have to come up
with a system of standardizing
lengths of quarantine
and developing vaccines and--
could you put that in writing for me?
Yeah, I guess I could.
Good. Have it on my desk in half an hour
and thank Delenn for the idea.
I got to go ruin somebody's day.
I was thinking about what you said
the other day, about wanting to
serve the alliance more than you do,
which is already considerable.
As you may know, the cruiser
that was going to take Londo back
to Centauri Prime
was sabotaged and destroyed.
He has many enemies in the royal court.
He has many enemies everywhere.
It's what he does best.
If we lose the Centauri,
we lose one
of our most important allies,
so we cannot allow anything
to happen to him.
I agree.
He should have a bodyguard assigned to him
at all times while he is there.
Someone we can rely on, someone, uh...
Someone we can trust.
Someone strong...
Strong enough to...
Ohh...
You can't be serious.
Just think.
What a symbol it would make!
To have a Narn guarding the life
of the Centauri.
Well, yes, it would mean my people will now have
2 targets to shoot at instead of just one.
Or they will learn from your example.
The alliance is about learning
to overcome our distrust
and form a new community.
Can you think of a better symbol?
No, and I'm trying, believe me.
You would naturally have to accompany him
on all state business
and be there to guard him.
In the palace.
In the royal court.
A Narn in the Centauri royal court? Ha ha ha!
It is a curiously satisfying image, Delenn.
Yes, it is. Ha ha!
All right, Delenn, I accept,
if only to see their faces. Thank you.
This is the greatest challenge of my life.
Why I'm thanking you for that, I don't know,
but there it is.
Thank you, ha ha!
Oh, Captain,
you'll be pleased to know we're just about finished.
The prisoners have all been located and arrested
and will be on the next shuttle out.
Good. Good.
I can't wait to get them out of here.
Unfortunately, there has been
a bit of a complication.
What complication?
These telepaths have been traveling around
for upwards of 3, 4 years.
They've been in and out
of every federation in the cluster.
Hell, they've been to planets
that aren't even on the charts.
They're drifters, Captain. It goes with the territory.
I understand, but we can't
turn them over to your custody
until they've had a full medical workup.
We have to make sure they're not carrying
any unidentified Viruses.
You can't be serious.
"Earth Alliance
medical routine, number 725-it7."
Dr. Franklin just hit me
with the paperwork
a couple of hours ago.
"No interstellar traveler
"who's been in unknown space
"shall be allowed within the borders
"of Earth-controlled space
until after a 60-day quarantine period."
I have to follow the rules,
Mr. Bester, same as you.
So you're saying...
I can't take them?
I'm saying you can't take them now.
Look, I'm just as distressed over this as you are.
Come back in 60 days, and they're all yours.
Let me at least take him.
I wish I could, but I can't.
Look, I'm on your side here.
I've worked with you,
now I'm asking you to work with me,
just...just for a little while.
I want your personal guarantee
that you won't let them go,
that you'll keep them in custody.
Especially this one.
You have it.
They will not be allowed to leave Babylon 5.
I'll put it in writing if you like.
All right.
As a down payment on what I hope will be
a long and rewarding relationship,
I'll wait the 60 days.
I've waited this long,
another month or 2 won't matter.
Just keep an eye on them, Captain.
Don't trust them for a second,
because, sooner or later,
they will turn on you.
You know all about that,
don't you, Byron?
See you in 60 days.
Wait until their ship has left, and then, uh...
Hide the key to a cell where they can find it.
Then turn your back
for, say...10 minutes.
I have just stuck my neck out for you, Byron.
I don't like doing it,
but I had my orders.
I've gotten you a 60-day reprieve.
That's all I could do. That's all I had to do.
After 60 days,
maybe we'll figure out something else. If not--
I understand.
Thank you.
And one more thing:
Now that I've just promised him
that you or your people
will not leave the station,
I, too, am stuck with that promise,
and so are you.
Get on over to medlab
and have Dr. Franklin have a look at you.
I will.
After the rest of my people are freed.
Good day.
He's an interesting man.
He's a martyr. I've seen it before.
We had a guy on io just like him.
Real charismatic.
Got this whole movement going around him.
Well...there's nothing more appealing
than knowing that someone's willing
to lay down their life for you.
And nothing more dangerous.
G'Kar? You assigned G'Kar as my bodyguard?
Yes. I think your generosity
in working with him will be
an excellent symbol of unity
for all the other races
who have joined the alliance.
A symbol.
Yes.
And you tried this line on G'Kar?
I did.
And did it work?
Completely.
Great maker.
All right, all right, Delenn,
but Mark my word:
This is going to be trouble.
Everything of value is, Londo.
Have a good flight.
I want the aisle seat.
Oh, no, no, no.
You sit on the inside.
I want the aisle.
If you sit on the aisle, I cannot protect you.
But...
I don't like the inside.
It's too cramped.
I become nauseous.
I'll make sure they have a supply
of space sickness bags.
[Sighs]
Captain?
Oh, Lieutenant. Care to join me?
I'm just having a quick bite
before I crash.
No, it's ok.
I ate something a little while ago.
I just want to say that I heard
how you handled the telepath problem.
That was good thinking.
Adequate.
Solves the immediate problem,
but that's all I had to do.
I learned that on my last command.
You don't have to solve every problem
all at once.
Problems are solved in pieces.
If you're on the seventh floor of
a burning building, you can either die
or jump out the window.
Once you're out the window,
you're alive for another 2 seconds,
during which time you figure out
the solution to the next problem
and so on and so on.
Ah, but this...
This telepath problem...
It's gonna take me a while to unravel.
Well, you did the right thing.
That's what matters.
I hope so. I really do.
But to tell you the truth,
I get this nagging suspicion
that maybe Bester was right.
This thing will blow up in our face.
It worries me.
I also have this nagging feeling
that I'm forgetting something.
I'm sure you'll figure it out.
Good night, Captain.
Good night, Lieutenant.
Oh, no.
[Beep beep]
Lochley to security.
Man: Security here.
Garibaldi: I said let me the hell out of here!
[Crashing]
Uh, you can release Mr. Garibaldi now.
About time!
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