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Earthforce ship Omega,

you may proceed
to jump gate.

Shuttle Copernicus,

you're clear
for docking bay 4.

Tal'Quith, please hold.

Earthforce ship,
continue to hold.

Minbari ship, hold.

Babylon 5,

this is the Captain
of the Tal'Quith.

What is the delay?

Tal'Quith, there's a priority
shipment ahead of you.

However, you'll be able
to dock in 25 minutes.

Unacceptable.

We have a very perishable
cargo for Ambassador G'Kar

and must deliver it
immediately.

I'll do what I can.

Please stand by.

Hey! Move that
over to the right!

Over to the right!

Delvientos.
Make it quick.

This is C&C. Can you
get that non-transport

in here any quicker?

Where the hell am I
gonna get the crew?

We're already up
to our butts out here.

I understand, but you know
how the Narns can be.

Yeah, I know.
You're really busting

my cojones today,
c and c.

Slide her into bay 8,

and we'll see
what we can do.

Thanks. Tal'Quith,

you may proceed immediately
to docking bay 8

via beacon Alpha 6.

About time.

[Alarm]

We have a failure
in the bay 6 computer.

It's raising the transport.

Platform 6 activated.

Departure sequence engaged.

Collision warning.

It's going to collide
with our ship.

Override docking
sequence 6 gamma 6-0.

Tal'Quith, I'm switching
you to beacon zeta.

Stand by. Do not attempt
to alter your course.

Narn transport, do not
start your engines!

Emergency stations!

Bay 6, damage report.

Hydraulic and fuel lines

in the loading area
are ruptured!

C-lock the entire section.
Swift team is on its way.

Well, tell them
to hurry up!

I've got 2 people
trapped in there!

If we don't get them out
fast, they're dead!

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...

Get up here quick!
Look, there's still

a chance of
a spontaneous

combustion in there,
so we're opening

the air-locks
just long enough

for you guys to get in
and get out, ok?

All right.
All right.

Open up.

Ok, let's go,
let's go.

Right with you!

Hey, here's somebody
over here.

We got vitals.

Let's get him
out of here.

Who do we have
trapped in there?

All I know is,
it's 2 members of team 21.

21?

Delvientos, open it up.

We're coming out.

Ok, they're coming.
Back off.

You ok?

Uh-huh.

He's dead.

Alberto!

My brother...
My brother.

Bendito!

Hermanito,
dios mio!

[Singing in Narnian]

To you, I give the grain,

the light, and the sky.

To you,
a sacred heritage.

To you, the land and sea.

[Singing in Narnian]

[Door signal chimes]

Ambassador?

So spoke G'Quan at the dawn
of all mornings.

Ambassador?

[Sighs]

Enter!

I'm sorry
to disturb you

at this time,
Ambassador,

but I bring
unhappy news.

There's been
an accident

on one of our
cargo ships.

What?

The Tal'Quith.

Was there much damage?

The entire cargo bay
was blown out.

I'm afraid the G'Quan
eth was destroyed

in the accident.

No.

No.

Oh, no.

Don't try to blame
my people for this!

We have said all along

that the dockside equipment
isn't up to handling

the amount of traffic
we get.

The computer malfunction
might have been caused

by operator error.

Even if that were true,
what do you expect?

My people
have been forced

to work triple shifts
because we are

understaffed
in every area.

Ms. Connally, we're
not here to assign blame.

Maybe you aren't,
Commander,

but my government
will want to know

who is responsible
for damaging our ship.

Then I suggest you start

with your ship's
Captain, who panicked

and fired his engines
inside the docking bay

against
my direct orders.

Now, don't try to
blame this on us,

Lieutenant Commander.
We are the victims here.

You lost some cargo,
Ambassador.

Alberto Delvientos
lost his life.

Yes, a tragedy,
to be sure,

but what was
our Captain to do?

His ship was placed
in jeopardy

through no fault of his own,
and he reacted.

And by G'Quan,
I mean to see

that we're compensated
for the damage.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I must attend
to a pressing matter.

The accident was caused
by equipment failure.

Cluster-defective
microchips blew out.

How is that possible?

Looks like
the contractors installed

substandard chips
throughout the entire system.

That would explain
how they managed

such a low bid
on the installation.

We're checking it all now.

This is going to play
havoc with our schedule.

Ivanova, how long before

we can get bay 6
on line?

Several hours, at least.

We're gonna have to
reroute the control

to the other docking bays

until new chips
can be installed.

The problems dockside
run much deeper

than a few microchips,
Commander.

I'm aware of that,
Ms. Connally,

and I've done
everything I can

to make the senate
understand

we need an increase

in the station's
budget.

I just hope
they listen.

You mean before
someone else gets killed?

[Beep beep]

Sinclair.

Commander,

senator Hidoshi is on
gold channel for you.

It's about the new budget.

On our way.

And you don't know
of anyone who has one?

I'd pay any price.

Mm. Mm-mmm.

Ah, G'Kar...

Doing a little
shopping, are you?

Is that permitted

during the holy days
of G'Quan?

It's no concern
of yours, Mollari.

I heard about
the mishap

involving
your transport.

Shocking,
truly shocking.

If there is anything
I can do

to be of assistance,

you will
let me know, yes?

No.

Well?

There's no one
who can have

a G'Quan eth
delivered

in time
for the ceremony.

Swock!

However, according
to import records,

there is one being
on the station

who has the flower.

Well, who is it?

Ambassador Mollari.
What?

Yoo-hoo!
Ha ha ha ha!

Why does the universe
hate me?

It's all in the budget
report, Commander.

I know it's in
the report, senator,

but we need those increases
in station operations.

Promises were made.

Political realities

sometimes take precedence
over good intentions.

If President Santiago
can turn things around,

at that time,
you may receive

some of the money
you requested.

We have operational

and safety concerns
that won't wait

for the government
to turn things around.

There's already been
an accident.

Accidents happen,

but our experts
have assured us

that your new budget
is more than sufficient

for safe and efficient
running of Babylon 5.

Commander,
I have every confidence

that you
will make it work.

I assume the news
about the budget

has leaked by now.

The station
business channel

is running
a detailed analysis.

Wonderful.
We'll need to set up

meetings with
the business council

and the guilds.
I'll have to have

a separate meeting
with Ms. Connally.

She'll be spitting neutrons.
The dock workers got zip--

no pay raise,
no money for new workers,

no funds for
upgrading equipment.

As far as the senate's
concerned,

they're bound by
a government contract.

They can't quit and they
can't go on strike.

Why give them anything?

Commander,
we've got a problem.

Surprise, surprise.

We're up to our eyeballs
in waiting transport,

and the dock workers
are calling in sick.

How serious is it?

Well, as far as
we can determine,

none of them
are actually ill.

They're just
calling in sick.

Sounds like
the blue flu.

Excuse me?

My grandmother
was a Boston cop.

I remember her telling me
about the blue flu.

They use to use it
to get around sanctions

on work stoppages.

In other words,

we have an illegal
strike on our hands.

This is Babylon control.

Our docking schedule's
being revised.

Please stand by.

How much more of this
do they expect us to take?

We need
a 10-hour turnaround

after we work
a double shift!

Yeah!
Yeah!

We're lucky
if you get 4.

Yeah!
Yeah!

You're lucky
if you get any!

We're breaking safety rules
every minute of the day

because of overscheduling!

Yeah!
Yeah!

I say strike!

Strike!

Strike! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

Knock it off!

Strike! Strike!
Strike!

Knock it off!

Stop it!

Hey, listen!

Now, first of all,
I don't want to hear

the word "strike" anymore.

We will hear everyone out,

but let's take this
one issue at a time, ok?

Now, let's remember,

let's try to keep
a cool head

during management
negotiations.

[Angry murmuring]

What do you want here?

Getting out of my way
would be a start.

It's all right, Eduardo.

Let him through.

What do you
got to say, huh?

I've been expecting you,
Garibaldi.

I'm here to escort you
to Commander Sinclair.

He's requested the honor
of your presence twice.

Maybe you
didn't get the message.

I've been tied up.

I got a lot
of sick workers here.

Ha ha.
Ha ha.

[Coughing]

You think this is funny?

Huh?

Well, I don't.

We're as serious as
a rip in a space suit,

and we want the senate

and Commander Sinclair
to know it.

By staging
an illegal strike?

I thought you were
smarter than that.

Sinclair and Ivanova
are career military.

I don't expect them
to understand,

but I figure you
for blue collar

under all that
Earthforce gray.

You must know

we're only doing
what we have to do.

I know how you feel,
but this isn't the way.

And what other options
do we have, Mr. Garibaldi?

That's what the Commander
wants to talk to you about.

The hell with your talk!

People are dying out
here, Mr. Security man!

And Sinclair
wants us to talk!

What do you
think we are, fools?

All right.

Let me handle this,
all right?

Ok? Ok.

Your Commander wants
to talk, we'll talk.

Let's go.

[Crowd yells]

Your friend's
looking for a fight.

That was
Eduardo Delvientos.

His little brother Alberto
was the one who was killed

in the accident.
He's taking it hard.

I'm sorry. I know
what it's like

to lose someone close,

and so does
the Commander.

He wants to help,
neeoma.

We'll see.

I'm asking your people
to go back to work,

if they don't,
I'll have to bring

the senate labor
committee in on this,

and they could invoke
the Rush Act.

They don't have
the guts to do that.

It would inflame
public opinion

here and at home.

Don't be so sure
about that.

Things are changing on Earth,
and not all for the best.

Look, you've
made your point,

and Earth Central will be
made aware of your grievances.

There's nothing else
you can gain

by continuing
your strike!

I can't send
my people back

to work without
some guarantees.

And I can't
guarantee anything

while you're on strike.
If you'd just trust--

it's the senate who
controls the money,

Commander. Every time
we trust them,

we get kicked
in the teeth.

And what if your people
start kicking back, huh?

If you force them
into a confrontation--

we won't be the first
to use violence!

I saw what went down
in the docking bay.

They're angry and--

they've got a right
to be angry!

They've also got a right to
hear what I've just told you.

They will,

but I can't recommend
they return to work.

I don't think you fully
understand the consequences--

don't tell me
about consequences!

My father was shot dead

during the 37 mining
strikes on ganymede.

I have spent
my entire life

defending
workers' rights,

and I'm not
about to stop now.

You get us decent pay
and equipment

and hire enough workers

to do the job safely.
Then we return to work,

not a minute before.

[Beep beep]

Sinclair.

Commander, you've
got another transmission

from senator Hidoshi.

Patch it through.

[Humming]

You left your door
unlocked, Ambassador.

Careless of you.

I thought it best
to sit here

and guard your room
until you returned.

And did you find
anything of interest

in my humble quarters

while you
were guarding it?

No.

No.

Care for a drink?

Oh, I forgot.

The days of G'Quan
forbid it,

but they come
to a close very soon,

do they not?

You know
why I'm here.

The G'Quan eth plant,
yes?

Difficult to grow,

expensive to transport,

very expensive to own,

but...

So very important
to you

at this festive time.

I understand you
are in possession

of the G'Quan eth.
If this is so,

I am here to...

Purchase it from you.

Ever since we left
your beautiful planet,

G'Quan eth plants
have been hard to find.

Mine, which is being
cared for in a safe place,

I have been saving
for a special occasion.

When you drop the seeds into
a proper mixture of alcohol...

Ha ha ha!
[Imitates explosion]

Whole new universes
open up.

[Chuckles]

It's a shame
you Narns waste them,

burning them as incense.

Name your price!

Oh, you're asking for
quite a sacrifice from me,

but in the interest

of interstellar peace
and friendship,

um...

50,000 commercial credits

in cash, in advance.

That's an outrage!

Of course
it's an outrage.

The question is,
how important

is your religious
ceremony to you?

[Chuckling]

Commander, we have
been hearing reports

of an illegal strike
by your dockers' guild.

Those reports are
exaggerated, senator.

We do have a problem,

but I've been going over
the new budget and--

this action
threatens the security

of our military base

and sets
a bad precedent,

not only for Babylon 5,

but for all of our
off-world interests.

We cannot allow that.

The dockers' guild
has legitimate grievances.

I can't just ignore them.

You will not have to.

The labor committee has
ordered Orin Zento

to Babylon 5.

He will be there
within 12 hours.

Zento?

He is our best
labor negotiator.

He has stopped this
kind of thing before

in many of our stations.

I expect you to give him
your full cooperation,

and that includes
providing troops

if he decides the
Rush Act is necessary.

You're not serious.

We have over 1,000 dock
workers on this station.

If we start arresting them,

we could have a riot
on our hands.

The more reason to end
this thing decisively

before it spreads.

Understood, Commander?

Understood...

Senator.

Mr. Zento.

Commander Sinclair.
This way.

I was told there
was an accident

on the docks recently.
Not serious, I hope.

One worker killed,
several more injured.

The Narns are
demanding reparation

for damage to
their ship and cargo.

I hope,
in spite of that,

we'll be able to
expedite negotiations.

I'm on a tight schedule.

When can I meet
with Ms. Connally?

It's being arranged.

I'll need to talk to
your security chief.

If I have to invoke
the Rush Act,

it's best to be ready.

Have Mr. Garibaldi report
to briefing room 3.

[Humming]

[Ring ring]

Yes?

Ambassador Mollari,
I have the money,

50,000 credits in cash.

Where is the G'Quan eth?

Actually, G'Kar,
I have changed my mind.

The G'Quan eth plant
is not for sale.

What?!

I have also changed
my lock code,

so don't bother visiting me.
Consider this a small,

a very tiny
portion of revenge

for what you did
to our colony on ragesh 3

and to my nephew.

Did you think
that I had forgotten that?

Ambassador...

Enjoy the last few hours
of your festive holiday.

I know I will.

I'll kill him
with my bare hands!

Nothing will stop me!

Sinclair can only
kick me off the station.

He might even thank me.

You're not a follower of
G'Quan, are you, Na'Toth?

My father was
a disciple of jelan.

My mother didn't believe
in much of anything.

What do you believe in?

Myself, Ambassador.

Too easy an answer.

We all believe in something
greater than ourselves,

even if it's just
the blind forces of chance.

Chance favors
the warrior.

Isn't there anything
you can do

to get a G'Quan eth
before the deadline?

Only one more thing,
and I hate having to do it,

but if that should fail,

there's something
I want you to do.

At your service,
Ambassador.

I assure you

your guild is not
being singled out.

Earth sympathizes
with your situation.

Sure, Zento.

I personally understand
your feelings,

but the government
must cut costs.

We're in a recession.

Everyone's feeling
the pinch,

at home as well as
in our colonies.

The government found
enough money

for increased military
spending on Babylon 5.

Yeah!
That's right.

Babylon 5 is
a military installation

in the midst of hostile
alien governments.

It is vital to
the defense of Earth,

and your guild is
a vital part of Babylon 5.

Now, the new budget

provides everyone
with enough funds

to run their departments
efficiently.

We've cut away
the fat, yes,

but we've left
the muscle and bone.

I think we know
where the fat went.

[Laughter]

Ms. Connally.

Mr. Zento, you're right.

My people are a part
of Babylon 5.

They unload the goods
to keep it running.

A lot of them even
helped build it.

What do they get for it?

They work double
and triple shifts,

using equipment
that is substandard

for pay that's a joke.

Yeah!
Yeah!

You signed a contract,
Ms. Connally, just like

every other government
worker on this station.

Abide by it, and we'll
look into these problems.

These problems
killed a man, Mr. Zento,

a damn good man,
and as the duly-elected

representative
of this guild,

I don't intend to
let that happen again.

We were promised
an increase

by last year's
negotiator.

I wish I could help,

but I see no written
agreement to that effect.

Without that,
my hands are tied.

There are simply
no funds available.

Now, despite this
unfortunate accident,

our experts assure us

you have enough people
for this year

and that your equipment
is quite sufficient--

how many of those experts

ever worked a space dock?

How many of them have
ever tried to refuel a ship

while being pushed
to move faster and faster

because of overscheduling,

felt the pain
in their bones

from operating a zero-"g"
cargo loader for 9 hours?

You have a point,
mister...

Mr. Eduardo Delvientos,
senior foreman.

And yeah, I got a point.

I've been working
space docks for 40 years,

and this equipment we got
won't last 2 months,

let alone 2 years.

Every piece needs
to be overhauled,

but we don't have the money
or the manpower to do it.

And if you won't do
nothing about it,

you can damn well get your
experts to run those docks.

Yeah!
Yeah!

If that's your response,

you leave me no choice
but to invoke the Rush Act.

Is that what you want?

[Yelling]

I suggest

we recess
for the evening.

It's late, and
we're all tired.

It's not a good time
for big decisions.

You're right, Commander.

Ms. Connally, perhaps
we'll have better luck

ironing this out at
a private meeting tomorrow.

Shall we say 7:00?

He's bluffing.

The senate hasn't
invoked the Rush Act

since the
europa strike.

Don't count on that,
Ms. Connally.

I told you,
things are changing.

One thing
hasn't changed--

workers always
get shafted,

but this time,
we're gonna fight back.

Eduardo, we have to
keep cool.

If we don't, we're
finished here

and back on Earth.

We have a right to
defend ourselves, neeoma.

But not with violence.

I beg your pardon,
Commander,

but if someone
pushed you,

wouldn't you push back?

I hope we make more progress
tomorrow, Ms. Connally.

You better tell that
to Zento.

Cargo ship Seattle,
please be patient.

You are next
on the schedule.

Computer,
what time is it?

05:36.

Yes.
[Ring ring]

Commander, what
the hell is going on?

Word's all over the station
the dockers' guild

has dropped their
blue flu story.

They've officially declared
there's a strike.

Damn.

Mr. Zento, I'm sure
this is just a rumor.

If you'll give me
some time--

don't play games
with me, Sinclair.

I know all about you.

You've let this situation
escalate out of all proportion,

and you can bet the senate's
going to get a full report.

We've got trade contracts
to honor.

We're talking about
people's lives.

Spare me the platitudes,
Commander.

I'll meet with Ms. Connally
at 7:00 as planned,

but if she persists
in this illegal action,

the Rush Act will be
put into force,

and your troops had better
be ready to enforce it.

[Beep]

[Ring ring]

Now what?

Yes?

Commander Sinclair,

I must speak to you
immediately on a matter

of the greatest importance.

Ambassador G'Kar,

I have an emergency
situation on my hands.

It won't take long,

and I wouldn't want to
burden you further

by taking this matter up
before a full assembly.

All right.

I'll meet you
in the council chambers.

Ivanova:
All ships please stand by.

All docking bays are full.

Are you telling me
this is about a flower?

Not just a flower,
Commander.

The very symbol
of my faith.

All followers of G'Quan
must perform a ritual

once a year
when our sun rises

precisely behind
the G'Quan mountain.

Each year the celebrant
must acquire

a new plant
for the ceremony.

Well, I'd made
all the arrangements.

It should have
been here months ago,

but you know how
bureaucracies are, and--

well, this must all
sound ridiculous to you.

No, it doesn't,
Ambassador,

but we'll have to talk
about this some other time.

Commander,

there is no other time.
You see,

those who are able,
perform the ritual

in the first rays
of sunlight

that shine past
the mountain,

a magnificent sight.

Those of us who can't
be there must still

perform the ritual
at the same moment,

a moment which
is almost upon us.

It is the most
important observance

of my beliefs,

and it requires
the G'Quan eth which,

as the highest-ranking
member of my faith

on this station,

it is my responsibility
to provide.

I truly sympathize
with you, G'Kar,

but it's Londo's flower
to do with as he likes.

It's sacrilege
for him to possess it.

It was stolen
from our planet.

I'll make
a major incident

out of this, Commander.

I don't like threats,
Ambassador,

but I'll do what I can.

Look, I can't
force you to do this,

but in the name of
interstellar goodwill,

not to mention peace
and quiet on this station,

I'm asking.

You know I would do
anything for you,

my good friend
Commander Sinclair,

but not this.

You don't have to give him
the G'Quan eth as a gift.

He's agreed to pay a rather
steep price for it.

This isn't about money,
Commander,

or spiritual beliefs.

G'Kar is only worried
about losing face.

The Narns.

Ugh.

They're a barbaric
people.

They're all pagans,

still worshipping
their sun.

No, I would rather
burn the plant

than give it to him.

Would you at least
consider it?

No.

Well?

I'm sorry.

But, Commander...

[Beep beep]

Sinclair.

Commander, you're wanted

in the briefing room
immediately.

On my way.

Na'toth,

proceed.

When are you going to
start being reasonable?

When you stop
being unreasonable.

I honestly
don't understand

why you're being so
difficult, Ms. Connally.

Every other guild
on this station

has signed their agreement.

They understand that
our government

is not a bottomless
pool of money.

I don't care
if they've agreed

to wear bunny suits

and sing
the hallelujah chorus.

We're not putting up

with this
kind of treatment

from Earth Central
any longer.

If you refuse to
negotiate in good faith,

you leave us no choice.

Commander, this is
obviously a waste of time.

Mr. Zento, Ms. Connally.

Surely there's some kind of
an accommodation we can make

to end this peacefully.

Now, I've been
going over the budget--

Commander,
the labor committee

does not accommodate
illegal strikers.

Damn it!

If you're having problems
with your budget,

I suggest you take it up
with the senate.

As for you, Ms. Connally,
I strongly recommend

you send your people
back to work now.

Stuff it.

Commander, I refuse to pander
to these people any more.

I'm invoking the Rush Act
as of now.

You can't do that without
senate confirmation.

I'll have it
within the hour!

And I'll expect
Mr. Garibaldi's people

to be ready to arrest
Ms. Connally

and any other worker
who persists

in this illegal activity.

I have to warn
my people.

Damn it, Connally.

Can't you
stop this now?

It's too late for that,
Commander.

My workers are tired
and fed up.

They've been pushed as
far as they're willing to go.

This is not
just a matter

of disrupting
shipping schedules.

You know what
could happen

if I have to order
Garibaldi in.

The same thing that
happened on europa

and in new California
and at natalog.

The same thing that happens
every time labor

stood up for themselves
and said, "no more."

You try to break us,
we'll fight back,

someone will get hurt,
maybe killed.

For what it's worth,

I'm sorry this
has to happen here.

All docking bays are full,
transport merona.

We cannot accommodate you
at this time.

We've already been
holding for 3 hours.

We're making the strike
our lead news item

in tonight's program.

Is it true that
Mr. Zento has declared

the dockers slow down
an illegal strike

and is seeking the senate
approval for the Rush Act?

No comment.

Commander, we've got
2 transport holding

and a Minbari convoy
on their way in.

They'll have to wait.

[Arguing]

Commander,

this creature
is a thief.

I demand you
arrest him at once.

Call me that again,
Mollari,

and I'll tear
your pale throat out.

This barbarian
has stolen

the statue of
our god ruterian

from the Centauri--

I have been
in the presence

of many witnesses
for several hours.

I have not stolen
anything!

All right. Then it was
your attack dog Na'Toth,

but on your orders.

I'm fed up with your
fabrications, Mollari!

Commander, do you have
a comment on this?

I demand you
arrest him!

I demand you
arrest him!

That's enough!

Get the hell
out of here,

all of you. Now.

Lieutenant Commander
Ivanova,

in 10 seconds
you will escort

any unauthorized persons
still present to the brig

and leave them there.

Yes, sir.

10...

9...

8...

7...

I'm filing
official protest.

I'm filing
2 official protests.

5...
You are impeding

the public's right
to know, Commander.

3!

2...

1.

So, what'd I miss?

Commander, call from
senator Hidoshi.

I'll take it here.

Senator.

Orin Zento has created
an uproar in the senate.

He has a knack for that.

Commander, I believe
you should be allowed

to handle this situation
as you think best.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Zento has convinced

the majority
of the senate otherwise.

They have invoked
the Rush Act,

officially declaring the
situation on Babylon 5

an illegal strike.

You are ordered to move in
with your security troops

and end it now.

No negotiations. No delay.

What you're asking could
only end in violence.

I know that, and I fear

that's exactly what some
people are hoping for.

Sorry, Commander.

Chief, get your
people ready.

Full tactical alert.

Lieutenant Commander.

I need to see the full text
of the senate order.

Yes, sir.

Reporter:
It is now official.

The senate has invoked
the Rush Act

in the dispute with
the Babylon 5 dockers.

Replacement workers
are already reporting

to launch centers
on Earth,

and Babylon 5
security forces

are expected to begin
mass arrests.

Shut that thing off!
It's going down.

Everybody remember,

we just
gotta keep cool.

They're coming!

[Yelling]

Come to do your master's
bidding, Garibaldi?

Come on, neeoma,
you know why I'm here.

Yeah. Maybe you're looking
for an honest job.

[Laughter]

I'm gonna ignore that.

I have to place you
and your people under arrest.

Don't make me do it
the hard way.

There is no other way,

so get to it
or get out of here.

What's the situation,
chief?

We've cordoned off
the docking bay.

Give the word, we'll
pump in morph gas

and arrest 'em
while they're asleep.

I wanted to
avoid this.

So did I, Commander.

Hey, if memory
serves me correctly,

it was your guy
Delvientos

who threw
the first punch.

Eduardo's an old war horse,

but he is not
a violent man.

Alberto was the last
of his family,

and every one of them
was a dock rat.

You have got to let me
talk to him.

You've got to let me
talk to all of them.

Commander,
why haven't your men

finished clearing
those docks yet?

I was just
going to do that.

Mr. Garibaldi,
instruct your men

to pull back
to blue sector.

Mr. Zento, if you and Ms.
Connally will please join me.

What do you need
me there for?

You'll see.

Pull back
to blue sector!

Yeah! Chalk one up
for the dock workers.

Yeah.

We did it, all right.

Here they come again.

I hope you know what
you're doing, Jeff.

Quiet down!

Hear them out.

Listen up.

Under the Rush Act,

the senate has empowered me
to end this strike.

I'm authorized to use
any means necessary,

correct, Mr. Zento?

Yes. Any means
necessary.

Am I assured of
your full support on this?

Absolutely.

Then under that authority,

I choose
the following means

to end this strike.

1--

I am reallocating
1.3 million credits

from Babylon 5's
military budget

to begin necessary upgrades
of all dockside equipment

and to start hiring
additional workers.

Yeah!
All right!

2--

I am declaring
a complete amnesty

for any striking worker
or guild representative

who has committed
no other crimes

during this period.

That's you, kid.

You can't do this.

You're right.
I couldn't,

until you convinced
the senate

to invoke the Rush Act.

You should never
hand someone a gun

unless you're sure
where they'll point it.

Your mistake.

[Laughter]

One minute.

As for the unfortunate
incident earlier,

with Mr. Garibaldi's
approval,

no charges will be pressed.

I figure my people
are willing to

call it a fair fight
if yours are.

That's my offer,
Ms. Connally,

but it's dependent
upon your people

returning to work
immediately.

Babylon 5
has cargo to move.

You heard the man.

Ok, you dock rats!

Let's get back to work!

You know damn well

you twisted the
intent of that order,

and you won't
get away with it.

I think Ms. Connally
said it best the other day.

Stuff it.

I underestimated you,
Commander.

I'm sorry,
but thank you.

Save it. We're both
gonna catch 7 different

kinds of hell over this
down the road.

My dad used to say

there are no happily ever
afters, just new battles.

Garibaldi.
Ms. Connally.

I'll see you around.

My pleasure.

[Yawns]

Uh, no offense,
Commander,

but you look like
week-old bread.

Why don't you
get some sleep?

That's exactly
what I had in mind

now that we've
calmed things down.

[Beep beep]

Sinclair.

Commander,
you better get up here.

What is it
this time?

G'Kar and Londo are
apProximately half an inch

from killing each other.

Gentlemen, I've been up
for almost 2 days straight

with no sleep.

This makes me
a very cranky man.

Yes, we've noticed.

Have you considered
meditation?

Ambassador G'Kar,
you will return

Ambassador Mollari's
statue.

Commander, I really
must protest!

G'Kar will return
the statue.

And that is all I ask.

That, and his head
on a platter.

Ambassador Mollari,

I ran a check
on the G'Quan eth

and discovered it had
a chemical composition

which makes it a controlled
botanical substance,

illegal to possess
except for

legitimate medical
or religious purposes.

Ridiculous.
It is no more harmful

than a bottle
of your whiskey.

File a protest
if you wish,

but you'll have to turn
the plant over to me.

You'll be fully
compensated.

All right, Commander.

You may have
the G'Quan eth.

Thank you, Ambassador.

I have already gotten

my enjoyment
from it, anyway.

Ambassador G'Kar,

when you have returned
Londo's statue,

I'll turn the G'Quan eth
over to you,

and you'll compensate Londo
for it full price.

Why should I turn
the statue over--

assuming that I knew
where it was--

when it's already too
late for the ceremony?

Mollari knows that.

That's why he gave in
so easily.

This ritual is supposed
to be performed

in the sunlight that has
touched the G'Quan mountain

on a particular day at
a particular time, right?

Yes.

But as your people
went into space,

it wasn't always possible

to be at the foot
of that mountain

and pray
in that sunlight.

Yes, yes.
If we can't be there,

we must still make
our prayers

at the same moment
as those on our planet.

What you forgot
to take into account

is that sunlight also
travels through space.

Think about it.
This station

is 12.2 light-years
from Narn.

That's just a little
over 10 of your light-years.

The sunlight that touched
G'Quan mountain

10 of your years ago

will reach this station
in 12 hours.

It's been
on a long journey,

but it's still
the same sunlight,

good enough for you
to conduct your ceremony,

wouldn't you agree?

Yes.

It might be.

Commander,

you are a far more
spiritual man

than I gave you
credit for.

There are a couple of
jesuit teachers I know

who might disagree
with you.

I want that statue
returned.

I'm sure a careful
search will turn it up.

I'll see to it
immediately.

Commander...

Thank you.

Computer, hold
all transmissions.

I'm going to bed.

You have one
transmission holding.

Put it through.

Senator Hidoshi.

I've been expecting
your call.

Remind me never
to play poker with you.

Sinclair, you are
a hell of a gambler.

This time you won.

The senators decided
to let your decision

on the strike
stand without comment.

I'm glad
they see it my way.

They do not,

but public opinion
is on your side.

I see.

Commander,

I admire what
you've done there.

My great-grandfather worked
the new Kobe space docks

until the day he died.

I will admit,
the discomfort

you've given some
of my colleagues

pleases me.

This is why
I'm telling you this.

Orin Zento
has powerful friends.

By embarrassing him,
you embarrass them.

Today

you have made new enemies.

If I were you, Commander,

I would watch things
very carefully.

You are not
the most popular person

in government circles
right now.

So what else is new?

The gift of time.

The gift of life.

The gift of wisdom.

The gift of light.

For these things,
we are thankful.

For these things, we pray.

For these things,
we are thankful.

For these things,
we pray.

[Chanting]