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Ins reporter:
Rumors are still running rampant

in Earthdome
as President Luis Santiago

continues his journey
to Babylon 5.

While the President
is scheduled

to present a new fighter wing
to the station,

many believe his
real reason for the visit

is to build support

for his new alien immigration
and trade agreements,

which have met
with strong opposition

in the senate.

P.A.: This is
a low-gravity area.

Please hold handrails
at all times.

Has the President's staff
given us his itinerary yet?

No. They feel it'll be safer

if no one knows what's planned
until last minute.

Sure. That way
they can blame us

if something
goes wrong.

Exactly.

If you ask me,
this whole damn luau

is a waste of time
and money.

Well, we are getting
a new fighter wing

out of this "luau."

Fighters we should've
had 2 years ago.

Now we have to renovate
cobra bays

that haven't been maintained
in all that time.

With untrained crews,
at a quarter of the time

that they should have
for a job this big,

at our expense.

Does something about this
surprise you, Mr. Garibaldi?

Nothing the government
does surprises me.

That's a very
Russian attitude.

I commend you.

Shuttle: Cobra bay zone.
Watch your step, please.

Blue zone, next stop.

What the hell?

Cobra bay 12, explosion!

[Boom]

Drop pressure doors!

P.A.: Rescue teams
and trauma teams, stand by.

Man: Communications
malfunction.

Oh, my god.

Sinclair: It was the dawn
of the third age of mankind,

10 years after
the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project
was a dream given form.

Its goal--
to prevent another war

by creating a place
where humans and aliens

could work out
their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call...

Home away from home

for diplomats,

hustlers, entrepreneurs,

and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

wrapped in 2,500,000 tons
of spinning metal,

all alone in the night.

It can be
a dangerous place.

But it's our last,
best hope for peace.

This is the story

of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is...

He was blown
out of the bay

before the pressure doors
dropped.

The only reason
he survived.

If you call this
survival.

Did he say anything?

No. Present condition,

any procedure I might use
to rouse him would kill him.

Here's the damage report.
We've sealed the bay,

but you can put what's
left of it in a shot glass.

Best guess as to what
caused the explosion.

Hard to say.

Monitoring equipment
and controls

were destroyed
in the blast,

knocked ship's sensors
offline.

Could be a wildfire
anti-proton reaction.

The crew was using
heavy cutters.

That would be consistent
with the injuries.

Some poor slob
probably forgot

to close the dampers
on the plasma driver.

Then you're
ruling out sabotage.

I never rule out sabotage,

but those crews
were inexperienced,

and they've been working
around the clock..

It's inviting an accident.

Until I can do better
than a guess, that's...

[Beep beep]

Sinclair.

Commander,
a Major Lianna Kemmer

of the President's
security staff has arrived.

She requests an immediate
briefing on the bay explosion.

Lianna.

Security central,
5 minutes.

Let's go.

You know
this Major Kemmer?

Knew her.
17 years ago.

Her dad
was a friend.

She was
a real sweet kid.

Lianna.

Michael.

Major Kemmer.

Commander Sinclair.

Pleasure, Commander.

Now, about this incident
in the cobra bays--

Mr. Garibaldi is heading
the investigation.

I'm sure he'll be happy
to fill you in.

With all due respect,

I'd prefer my own team
handle this.

Well, that's up
to Mr.--

Commander, as chief
of Presidential security,

I have the authority

to take over
this investigation

with or without
your permission.

I would much rather
my report

reflected full cooperation
on your part.

Let her have it.

I've got
better things to do.

P.A.: Levels 12-15
closed for repair.

Seats are still available
in the upper level.

Garibaldi.

What's going on between
you and this Major?

It's personal.

Not when it
affects this station.

Commander Sinclair,
have you seen

the proposed
seating chart

for your President's
banquet?

Not now, Ambassador.

But the entire
Narn delegation

have been seated
next to the vree.

An intolerable
situation.

Have you
ever seen them eat?

That's horror for you.

8 credits?

Yes, sir,
that's correct.

Hmm, for these?

Uh-huh. I think it's
a very good price

for Babylon 5.

Hey, pal, keep an eye
on your credits.

Yes, sir.

Third time this month
I caught you

pulling this crap,
dagool.

What is it with you?

This is a deliberate
slap in the face

to the entire
Narn regime.

Uhh!

All that tattooing

seeping
into your brain?

You think I have
nothing better to do

than bust you
every few days?

Do you?
Excuse me.

But the--bu--

uhh! Answer me!

Garibaldi,
that's enough!

The hell it is!

Get out of here!

All right, Michael...

Talk to me.

I got mad, ok?

Hall rats
like dagool

do that to me
sometimes.

Man,
I need a drink.

Water,
straight up.

This isn't
about dagool.

Tell me what happened.

17 years ago,
I was working security

for the ice-mining
operation on europa,

a real cesspool--
murders, theft,

dust peddling,
you name it.

Half the command staff
was on the take,

and the other half
didn't give a damn...

Except for me.

Ever try and uphold the law
when nobody cares?

After a few weeks,
I started drinking hard

just to get
through the night.

Then I met frank Kemmer.

He was a shuttle pilot
on a jovian moon run.

A real decent guy.

When the job got tough,

I'd spend time with him
and his family.

That's when
I first met Lianna.

Uncle Mike,
she used to call me.

With all the madness,

it kept me sane
and sober for a while.

What happened?

I was starting to make
a dent in the rackets.

I got under
somebody's skin.

Word came down

they were going to
try and take me out.

I thought
I could handle it.

I was wrong.

Instead of coming
at me head on,

they rigged
the shuttle pad.

Frank was bringing in
the last run of the day.

Just as he
touched down...

It blew.

You could see
the fireball

for a mile
in every direction.

I'm sorry.

They had it all figured.

Pinned it
on my negligence.

Corps didn't want
a scandal,

so they hushed it up

and blackballed me
throughout the system,

but none of that
was as bad as telling

frank's family
what had happened.

Lianna didn't even cry.

She just died inside.

And you?

I crawled back
into the bottle...

And didn't come out
again

for a long, long time.

[Beep beep]

Yes?

Communicator: Commander,
it's Dr. Franklin.

I need you
in medlab immediately.

Look, government agent
or not,

you have no right
to do this.

That man is my patient.
He's in critical condition,

and I have to get to him.

I take my orders
from Major Kemmer.

Uhh.

Nolan, do you hear me?

Wha...uh...

I'm Major Lianna Kemmer.

I want to know about
the explosion in cobra bay 12.

No...accident.

Bomb.

Who was behind it,
Nolan?

What's going on here?

They're trying
to revive Nolan.

They'll kill him.

Get out of my way
or, by god,

I'll shove you out
the nearest air lock.

Who was behind it,
Nolan?

Who was behind it,
Nolan?

Major Kemmer, are you
out of your mind?

Stop this at once!

No. That accident
was deliberate, Commander,

and this man knows
who's responsible.

Nolan, who
planted the bomb?

Nolan, who did it?

We're losing him.

Nolan, who
planted the bomb?

It was...

Gari...baldi.

He's dead.

Are you nuts?
He was lying.

Why would
a dying man lie?

I busted him
a few months ago

for trashing
an alien shop.

He had it in for me.

Our initial scans
show no trace of a bomb.

The explosion of
the plasma driver

might've covered it.

Or maybe you
didn't want to find it.

I don't have to
listen to this.

Hold on, Michael.

In light of this new
information, Commander,

I want Mr. Garibaldi
suspended immediately.

Major Kemmer,

all you have
at the moment is a name,

a name spoken
by a dying man,

a man whose death
you caused.

The medical log stated
death was certain,

and he was
a material witness

in a case involving
Presidential security.

I am well within
my authority, Commander.

Mr. Garibaldi
has been implicated

in a possible
sabotage attempt.

Suspension
is standard procedure!

In light of
the President's arrival,

I will assume
command of security

in his place.

Oh, give me a break,
will you?

Presidential authority
gives me the right...

Commander.

I'm exercising it.

Don't do this,
Jeff.

Mike...

I'll need your
security authorization,

your link,
and your side arm.

Sorry, chief.
Can't let you in.

Gone space happy, Lou?

This is my place.

It's under seizure.

Lianna, let's cut
through all this.

We need to talk.

I don't think so.

Wait a minute!

No, no, no,
chief, don't!

This won't help!

Go find out

what the scanning team
has turned up.

Next time, Garibaldi.

Welch.

All right.

Say what you have to say.

Lianna, I loved frank

like he was
my own brother.

When he died--

because you
were protecting yourself.

No. I made a mistake.
I know that,

but I would never have
let your father die

to save myself.

You've got
to believe that.

I might
if you'd told me then,

but you just
got drunk and ran,

like you always do,

and I never saw
my father's face again.

Major, the scanning team
just linked in.

It was a bomb,
all right.

The scan showed
traces of c-15

in the burn residues,

and Chang found schematics
of the cobra bay,

and these...

Hidden in his quarters.

When did they start paying

Earthforce security chiefs
in Centauri ducats?

How much would you
say this is worth,

Mr. Garibaldi,

100,000 credits,
maybe more?

Come on, Lianna,
this is a frame.

If I were guilty,
why would I leave

the evidence
in my own quarters?

Maybe you just
made another mistake,

just like you did
17 years ago.

Mr. Cutter, take
Mr. Garibaldi into custody.

The charge is conspiracy
to commit sabotage.

Stop!

After him.

Commander,
security is posting

a stationwide
fugitive alert.

It's for Mr. Garibaldi.

What?!

Cancel that alert.

You can't do that,
Commander.

I have hard evidence
that Garibaldi

is part
of this sabotage.

I want him in custody

before the President
arrives.

Mr. Garibaldi
is many things,

but he's no saboteur,
and I've had it up to here

with this personal
vendetta of yours.

Kill that alert.

Yes, sir. Ivanova
to all security posts,

cancel fugitive alert
immediately.

If you insist on
obstructing me,

Commander,
I have no choice

but to invoke
Presidential authority--

and I'm sick
of that, too.

This is my station,

and it's time
you realized that.

Lieutenant Commander Ivanova,
escort Major Kemmer

off the observation dome.

With pleasure.

You are going to
resist, I hope.

She's going to
call Earth Central.

You know
what they'll say.

It'll buy me
a little time.

To do what?

Find Garibaldi before
Kemmer and her hounds do.

Station 1, commence
level 6 maintenance check

on all off-station
communications channels.

Lieutenant Commander,
that will

tie up communications
for hours.

Yes...i believe it will.

[Cheering]

Whoo! Yes!

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Woman: Ohh!

Londo,
don't turn around.

Mr. Garibaldi.

Try not to draw
any attention.

You're out of uniform.
Very dapper.

When you steal them,
you don't have much choice.

I thought about borrowing
a few of your things, but--

I'm really
not in the mood

for any of your
little games right now.

Tough.
I need information.

Someone's trying
to frame me

for the explosion
in the cobra bay.

They planted
a schematic of the bay

and a pouch of Centauri
ducats in my quarters.

Centauri?

Mr. Garibaldi,
do you really think

I would do
such a thing to you,

my good
and dear friend?

In a minute.

You're right,

but I didn't,

though I may have
an idea who did.

Lieutenant Commander,

why are all com channels
to Earth off-line?

Maintenance check.
We wouldn't want

the President to be out of touch
when he gets here.

I demand you open
a channel to Earth at once.

I'm a Lieutenant Commander
in Earthforce, Major.

I do not take demands.

If you have a request,
I'll consider it.

Very well, then.

I request that you open
a channel to Earthdome.

Request denied.

Have a nice day.

She and Sinclair
are doing

everything they can
to protect Garibaldi.

No surprise.

According to our files,
they're his only friends.

Them and the Centauri
Ambassador.

Better question
the Ambassador.

There might be
a connection.

O'Conner, get back
to the ship and patch me

through to Earthforce one
direct to General Netter.

They should
be close enough

to pick up the signal.

Yes, Major.

So, how would G'Kar
get his hands

on a load of
Centauri ducats?

During the Narn occupation
of raghesh 3,

some important scientific
material was lost.

For the right amount,

it could be
found again, yes?

But the Narns insisted
on hard currency.

Now, you could
ask him yourself,

except, however,

getting into
the Ambassadorial wing

requires
high-level clearance,

which I believe
you no longer have.

I can handle that
if you could...

Float me a loan?

Who would
have thought it?

You borrowing money
from me.

Luckily for you,

ilarus has smiled
on me recently.

Ilarus?

Goddess of luck,

patron of gamblers.

She and I
have had a long

and rather dubious
relationship.

500 Centauri tokens.

That should buy you
whatever you need.

You're being
awfully generous.

Any particular reason?

You're a very suspicious
man, Garibaldi,

but, yes,
there is a reason.

We are alike,
you and I.

We are both...

As you say,

the odd man out.

I have been
in your place.

I can feel
how you are pinned,

and it would give me
some small pleasure

to know that things
can work out...

Even for us.

Now go, please.

Leave me in peace.

You're all right,
Londo.

If they
catch you,

I will deny
ever seeing you.

Good luck.

Yes, and you'll
need good luck.

In here, Mr. Garibaldi.

I heard you were coming
this way.

I thought we might chat.

Don't take too long.

This whole wing
is monitored.

Security will probably
be here any minute.

Don't worry.
I fear the monitors

are malfunctioning
at the moment.

I also took the Liberty
of mentioning to the guard

that I thought I'd seen you
in the next level.

My, my, my,

you look as if
you could use a drink.

This tari is most potent.

No, thanks.
But you can tell me

how you knew
I was coming.

You've been talking
to Mollari.

It was inevitable
he would send you to me.

How?

Oh, my people watch him,
his people watch me.

We all watch one another
here, Mr. Garibaldi.

I assume Mollari blamed me
for your current situation.

It makes sense.

We've locked horns
before.

Maybe you saw this as
a chance to even the score.

Granted,
it's not a bad idea,

but I didn't think of it,

and I didn't do it.

Every Centauri ducat
that Mollari's people

contributed
to the Narn government

has been accounted for.

You're welcome
to check the accounts

personally if you like.

I'll take your word
for it.

I have been following
your current plight

with great interest,
Mr. Garibaldi.

That so? I didn't
know you cared.

Personally, I don't,

but I have always had great
respect for your...Talents.

I'm too tired
for dancing, G'Kar.

What would you say
if I told you

that a ship stands ready

to spirit you away
to Narn space?

I'd say...Why?

Oh, you can serve us
in any number of ways--

analyst, security expert,
cryptographer.

And if you should
grow homesick, in time,

I'm sure we could arrange
for your return to human space,

with the proper
genetic alterations.

That, too,
might serve our needs.

You want me to betray
my own world?

Stop seeing things
in such absolute terms.

The universe is run

by the complex interweaving
of 3 elements--

energy, matter,
and enlightened self-interest.

Unless you comprehend
that fact, and soon,

you will be cornered
and caged.

They will destroy you.

Maybe I'd rather be dead.

They won't give you death.
They'll just take

everything you value
and leave you with nothing.

No deal.

As you wish,
though you are,

of course, being a fool.
Without your position,

this station
is not safe for you.

You've made many enemies.

Call it a lifestyle.

We'll see.

Ivanova: Welcome to Babylon 5,
zeta wing.

You're clear for entry.

We've cleared
all other traffic.

Pilot: Babylon 5,
this is zeta wing.

We're awaiting
your instructions.

Proceed through
central docking hub.

Your ships will be
routed to cobra arm 3

where they'll be
permanently stationed

following the fly-by.

Hey, look, n'grath,

we both know you can fix
anything on this station.

I need access
to restricted sectors

if I'm going to prove
my innocence.

A high-level security card

shouldn't be
too much of a problem.

I fix nothing.

I do business,
legitimate business.

You don't trust me,
do you?

You are police.

Not anymore.
I'm a fugitive.

Don't tell me
you haven't heard.

Have heard.

You are still police.

No sale.

Go...

Now.

Get your hands off me!

I guess
I'll be leaving now.

Damn!

Halt!

Where the hell
did he go?

Aah! Aah!

Right.
Let's do it.

Jeff, what are you
doing here?

Trying to keep you from
frying your own butt.

Luckily I monitored
the security reports

on your whereabouts.

Sorry you missed
most of the fun.

If I'd missed
any more fun,

you'd be a smear
on the floor.

I've got to get you
to medlab.

Not till I find out
who framed me.

You can't do it alone.

If I have to,
I'll die trying.

I can't let you
do that.

[Beep beep]

Sinclair.

Commander, you have
a gold priority transmission

from General Netter.

On my way.

Michael--

Garibaldi.

Computer voice: Earthforce one
approaching vortex generator.

Prepare for jump.

And from here on in,
you and your staff

are to give Major Kemmer
full cooperation.

Understood?
Yes, sir.

I expect
everything to be secure

when the President's entourage
comes out the other side.

I trust our positions
are now clear,

Commander Sinclair.

I want to find Garibaldi
as much as you do

the only difference is,
I haven't already judged him.

I resent
your implication.

That's your privilege,

but the fact is, Garibaldi
is as loyal as you are.

If you weren't
so twisted up inside

about what happened to your
father, you'd realize that.

It's not justice
your after, Major.

It's blood.

[Beep beep]

Kemmer here.

Major, we've got
a sighting on Garibaldi--

brown 5, level 3.
And we found out

he's been paying for things
with Centauri ducats.

Apparently what we found
in his quarters

was only part
of his payoff.

Close in.
I'm on the way.

Commander.

Appears Garibaldi's
running out of luck.

Have all personnel prepare
for the President's arrival.

Security, patch me through
to officer Lou Welch.

He may have invented
some sort of disguise.

If you see him,
he's considered dangerous.

Just call us.
Don't try to apprehend him.

Open the damn door.

Thanks, pal.

No want hat?

Take bottle.

Huh?

I go casino.

And then
she said to me,

"if I could do that,

I wouldn't need
an encounter suit."

Guess you had
to be there.

Is there a back way
out of here?

Whoa.

Go easy, Michael.

You got
a real nice place here.

Oh!

Great ambiance...

Terrific decor...

Friendly people.
[Laughing]

Yeah, this place should be
on all the charter tours--

"see and experience
the real Babylon 5."

Hell, in a couple months,

I can see
a few of you people topside.

Well, boys and girls,

it's been a slice.

I'll see you around.
[Laughing]

Freeze!

Drunk again, uncle Mike?

Drunk again, uncle Mike?

Uncle Mike? Uncle Mike?

Uncle Mike?

Uncle Mike?

You don't look so good,
Garibaldi.

Take him
to my command center.

[Beep beep]

Major Kemmer
to all units.

Blip is in custody.
Abandon search.

Major, they're getting ready
to launch the new fighters.

I think I should
check the bays one more time.

Do it.

Welcome to Babylon 5,
Mr. President.

You're cleared
for immediate docking.

You never change,
do you, Michael?

I thought I had...

Until you showed up.

You're tired, Michael.

Hmm?

You're hurt.

Tell me the truth,
and you can rest.

We already have

more than enough
evidence against you.

Don't make it harder
on yourself.

Isn't that
what you want--

to tear my life down
like I did yours?

If I could've gone
in Frank's place,

I would have.

I didn't know, Lianna.

I didn't know.

Major Kemmer...

Chief.

What is it,
officer Welch?

Commander Sinclair
ordered me

to search
Nolan's quarters.

I found these.

Preparation detonator.

And the pamphlets,

they're home guard
stuff.

We had a little trouble
with them a while back.

Mr. Garibaldi
cleared it up.

Is there anything else?

No, Major,
nothing else.

That will be all.

I should have figured it.

We suspected Nolan

of belonging to
some pro-Earth group,

but we never
could prove it.

And this is just
home guard's style.

Are you saying
Nolan was killed by a bomb

he planted himself?

Exactly.
He didn't know

they'd be using
a plasma driver in the bay.

He created
just enough vibration

to trigger the bomb
prematurely.

It's a possibility,
but what about motive?

They say the President's
going to announce

freer alien immigration
and trade policies.

That would stick
in home guard's craw.

But how is it
supposed to work?

You got any breathers
or oxy pills?

I'm not used
to the booze anymore.

[Beep beep]

Kemmer.

Major, the President's
about to come onboard

for the presentation
ceremony.

General Netter wants to
know if all is secure.

Make sure
all our people

are in place and
tell General Netter

everything is a-ok.

Lianna,
till we figure this out--

"we"?

You're still a suspect,
Garibaldi.

Netter, have you
checked the bays yet?

Affirmative. They're clean.

Guard the bay access

until the fighters
are launched

and keep alert.

I'd like to believe you,
Michael,

but this supposition
of yours doesn't explain

how that evidence
got in your quarters.

Nobody knew
Nolan had named you

except you, me,

Dr. Franklin,
and Commander Sinclair.

And cutter...
Who was there

just when the evidence
against me was found.

Cutter is one
of our best agents.

Maybe home guard
was counting on that.

Look...it couldn't hurt

to scan those bays yourself.

You're head of
Presidential security.

Shouldn't you
make a personal inspection

just to be sure?

Computer voice:
Presidential shuttle launched.

Now on approach
to docking bay one,

vector 694.

With great pleasure,

I present
this fighter wing

to Babylon 5.

The station's
own fighters

will now join
in formation...

Illuminate center section
floods.

Cutter.

Major.

Something wrong?

I want to scan
the bays again.

You'll have to hurry. The
fighters are about to launch.

Watch him.

My pleasure.

Come on, wise guy.
Do it.

Prepare to drop fighters.

Be smart, cutter.

You can't
pull this off.

[Laughs]

Oh, yes, I can.

Begin countdown
at t-minus 30 seconds.

Computer: Commencing.
T-minus 30...

29...28...27...

26...25...24...

23...22...

Clear all cobra bays
for drop.

20...19...18...

17...16...

Ivanova, abort the drop!

There's a bomb
in the bay!

What?

Abort the drop!

You lose, wise guy.
Ivanova!

8...7...

6...5...

Abort the drop!
Where are you?

Just do it!

Freeze count!

Holding at t-minus 1.

Hmm.

Outside of numerous
bruises and abrasions

and a blood level
close to 100-proof,

looks like you're going
to be all right.

And Lianna?

She's already
back on the job.

She's
a tough customer.

Yeah. I know.

How are you feeling?

Like I just made love
to a meteor shower.

Don't let him con you.
He may not look pretty,

but with a few days' rest
he'll be fit for duty.

Thanks a lot, doc.

These bruises
could have bought me

a week's leave.

We found charges
on all the bay doors.

We would've lost the wing
and half the station with it.

We also checked on cutter.

Seems someone on Earth
deposited 100,000 credits

into an account in his name
an hour after Nolan named you.

He withdrew it here in--

Centauri ducats,

which he planted
in my quarters.

Very smooth.

But not smooth enough,
Michael.

You did good.

Yeah.

Sure.

Something wrong?

I blew it, Jeff,

just like I did
on europa,

on Mars colony,
Orion 4--

just like I always do.

When things
get too rough,

I crawl right back
into the damn bottle.

What really scares me

is how much
I enjoyed it.

But you crawled back out
and did the job.

That's what counts.

Yeah. I got lucky,

but what happens
next time?

Hopefully there won't
be a next time,

but if there is,

promise me something--

you won't try and fight
the battle alone.

You're more trouble
than a toilet full of snakes,

but I couldn't run
this station without you.

Commander, I sense a huge
pay raise coming my way.

Ha ha! Dream on.

I've got to attend
the President's reception,

so get some rest, chief.

You earned it.

And...i think
you might want these.

Hey, Jeff.

Thanks.

Reporter: President Santiago
concluded his address

by inviting
all alien governments

to work
more closely with Earth,

a position certain to cause
much controversy

in the weeks to come.

Lianna.

Everything going all right
with the President's visit?

Yes, thanks to you,

and thanks for
that report of yours.

It was very...Creative.

The President's even
talking about citations

for all concerned.

If you could nab me
on my own turf,

you might just have
a career in this game,

and I owe you...

For Frank.

I screwed up,
Michael.

I'm sorry.

Nothing
to be sorry about.

You did your job.

No. Commander Sinclair
was right.

I wasn't
out for justice.

I was out for blood.

It happens...

To all of us.

We're not machines, Lianna.

When we're hurt,
we lash out.

That's no excuse for
what I put you through.

It's not about excuses.

17 years ago,
we both died inside,

but somehow we survived.

For better or worse,

that's all we can do--

survive and...

Maybe one day...

Forget how much
it can hurt to be human.

[Beep beep]

Kemmer here.

Major, we're cleared
for departure.

I'll be right there.

[Beep beep]

We've got
to get set up

for the President's
next stop.

You know how it is.

Always on
another assignment.

Yeah, I know.

I'll see you next time
the President visits.

He's fond of Babylon 5,
you know.

Then make sure
nothing happens to him.

We need all the friends
we can get.

I will.

Goodbye, Michael.

Goodbye.

Bye.

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