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Narrator:
Previously on Babylon 5...

Any change in those
seismic disturbances?

The surface layers
calmed down,

but we're still
picking up rumbles

from further down.

Sinclair: Let's check it
out just to be sure.

Dr. Tasaki:
Activate scanners.

Set for maximum depth.

What the hell was that?

All of our readouts
blacked out for a second.

Dr. Tasaki: It must
have come from somewhere

deep inside the planet.

As ISN viewers may know,
all contact

with the Mars colony
has been cut off.

What the hell do you mean

you can't get a signal
through to the Mars colony?

Communications are out

except for
authorized personnel.

This is Draal,

for many years, my
mentor and teacher.

Let's hope
Tasaki was right

about that fissure
being 5 miles deep.

At our present speed,

it's going to take at least
2 miles to decelerate.

Ivanova: We've got something.
Definitely artificial.

Garabaldi:
Commander, you o.K.?

Sinclair: Michael,
you wouldn't believe it.

A whole new area
of technology.

Machines
as big as buildings.

What the hell?

Help me...

Or your people...

All your people...

Will die.

So either she's not
on Mars anymore--

she's there, all right.

Then it's possible that
something's happened to her.

Tell the fighters
to initiate air cover

and have
a full medical team

standing by
when we arrive.

I want that med team
at bay 14 in 10 minutes.

I'll meet them there.

We've got a ship coming
through the jumpgate.

Fine, fine.

Mr. Garibaldi, it's big.

What the hell?

It's an Earth Alliance
heavy cruiser.

Babylon control
to Earth cruiser.

Nothing personal,
but what's going on?

We didn't ask
for any help.

Affirmative,
Babylon control.

But whether you like it
or not, you're getting it.

This is
Captain Ellis Pierce

of the Earth Alliance
starship hyperion.

We are assuming control
over this situation.

Please stand by,
Babylon control.

We're coming in.

Narrator: 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...

How is he?

I've managed to stabilize
his condition,

but we won't know
for a while.

We're still trying
to work out his biology.

[Communicator beeps]

Sinclair.

Ivanova: Commander,

Captain Pierce
is coming aboard.

He'll meet you
in the briefing room.

On my way.

I want quarterly progress
reports on his condition.

Will do.

Computer: For your
shopping convenience,

the Zocalo is accessible

through all marked
transport tubes.

Our casino features
gaming from 7 systems.

All currencies
are accepted.

Fade.

Cushy.

All the comforts of home.

It'll be a nice change
of pace for my people.

Good food, some r&r
while they're stationed here.

I've just gone over
the message you sent

upon your arrival,
Captain Pierce.

Would you like
to explain yourself?

We were in hyperspace
en route to the vegan outpost

when we received
a countermand order

from Earthforce command.

We were ordered to report here
and assume control.

On whose authority?

Office of
planetary security.

They relayed your reports

on what you discovered
on Epsilon 3--

a whole new and potentially
revolutionary technology.

Based on what you described,

the civilian and military
potential is staggering.

We can take care of it
ourselves.

For now, maybe, but since
this is neutral territory,

every race on this station

is going to stake a claim
to what you found down there.

Now, my orders are

to make sure
earth gets first dibs

to prevent anyone else
from sending down a team.

And to protect this station

when the other races
get tired of being told

they can't take
what's ours.

I don't know
if you appreciate

how messy
this situation can get.

I appreciate the fact
that we had

this situation
under control and quiet

until you blew in here
with a heavy cruiser.

Now everybody's
going to wonder

what's going on.

A show of force
is required.

If they know
we're here,

they'll be less inclined
to start something.

What's the status
of your prisoner?

The patient
is in medlab,

his condition
uncertain.

Why don't you
go down there

and hold a gun to
his head, Captain?

Maybe
a show of force

will help in
that situation, too.

Commander--

this isn't
a backwater outpost

or bronze-tech world

where you can come in,
bare your teeth,

and expect everyone
to fall in line.

This is
a diplomatic station.

And your kind
of heavy-handedness

is just going
to make our job harder.

This kind of help
we don't need.

Enjoy the
accommodations, Captain,

I'll do everything I can

to make sure your stay
here is a brief one.

That's all.

Reporter:
It would appear that

Earth Alliance President
Luis Santiago

is bowing to pressure
by the Earth's senate

to use more force to subdue
the Mars rebellion.

About time.

We've received
unconfirmed reports

that elite shock troops
are already en route

to staging areas
outside the capital city.

Yeah! Go get 'em, boys!
Show them crummy marsies.

Hey, look,
they're humans, too.

Hey, they don't
think so. Why should I?

They're just a bunch

of damn ingrates
and crybabies.

We get taxed so they
can get all the best

atmosphere reprocessors,
water reclamation.

They ought
to be damn grateful

instead of
pulling this garbage.

Ok, fine, fine.
Whatever.

Ask me, the solution's
real simple:

Pump in morph gas,

go in there
and break some heads,

every mother-loving
one of them.

Teach them
who's in charge here.

Like my granddad
used to say,

"nuke 'em
till they glow,

then shoot them
in the dark." Ha ha.

Ah, that would
take care of them,

phew. Just like magic.

Magic?

You want
to see magic?

I got a little
magic trick for you.

I make your head magically
pass through the top of the bar.

Hey, let go!

I'll need
complete silence.

I'll have to ask for another
volunteer from the audience.

Let's see. What was
that magic word again?

Shazam?
No, that's not it.

I'll tell you what,
I'll go home

and look at my books,
and then I'll come back.

If you're still talking trash
about killing marsies,

we'll try it
again and again

until we
get it right, huh?

I'm sorry, Commander.
This decision

comes from higher
in the chain of command.

There is
nothing I can do.

Ever since the war,

Earthforce command
has been obsessed

with getting their hands
on new technology.

Now that
they have the chance--

senator, when I assumed
command of Babylon 5,

I was personally assured
by President Santiago

that I had final authority
over this sector.

I refuse to surrender
that control

without express orders
from the President.

The President is
rather busy at the moment.

The revolt
on the Mars colony

is taking up
a great deal of his time.

That's not my problem.

At the moment,
this is my problem.

As far as
I'm concerned,

until I'm officially
told otherwise,

this is still
my jurisdiction.

I don't want
to resign over this,

but I will
if I have to.

All right, Commander.

I'll do what I can
to secure that confirmation.

If that fails,

maybe I can
get Captain Pierce

to accept
shared jurisdiction.

Senator--

it's the best
I can do for now.

Commander,
I will be in touch.

[Sighs]

[Communicator beeps]

Yes?

Ivanova: Something's happening
down in Epsilon 3, Commander.

You better
come take a look.

On my way.

The fighter ships
departed the hyperion

a little while ago,

headed down to Epsilon 3.

Did they get through?

Negative. Bring up
tactical display.

They're encountering
heavy fire

from the surface
batteries.

4 of the hyperion's
ships have been disabled

in the last 5 minutes.

The counterattack
looks even heavier

than when
we were there.

I noticed
the same thing.

Definite escalation.

They're pulling back.

Commander, Captain Pierce
on the link for you.

Put him through.

Captain Pierce,

what's the idea
of dispatching a team

down to the planet's surface
without checking with me first?

Unnecessary.
We had your log,

your flight pattern.

But it didn't work,
did it?

Because you can't get
near the planet's surface

without a properly encoded
jamming device.

What?

Why wasn't I informed?

You didn't ask.

Commander,

I demand you turn over

this jamming device
at once.

It's being repaired,

but I'll see
what I can do.

Babylon control out.

Commander, we didn't
use a jamming device.

We don't even
have a jamming device.

I know, but
he doesn't know that.

With luck,
it'll discourage him

from sending
any more ships down there

until we finish
working this out.

[Alarm sounds]

What's that?

That's the other thing
I wanted to tell you.

We're picking up
increased seismic activity

inside Epsilon 3.

It started
about the same time

the hyperion ships
began their approach,

but they're not
natural quakes.

It's a massive
artificial disruption

located near
the planet's core.

How serious?
Serious.

And growing
in magnitude.

According
to our projections,

if this keeps on,

the planet will
start to break apart

from the inside
until it explodes.

Commander,
if that planet goes,

it'll take us with it.

The hyperion
can get out of the way.

We can't.
We'll be ripped apart.

The data from our latest scan
confirms our suspicions.

Epsilon 3 is honeycombed
with passages

and a network of highly
advanced fusion reactors,

some of which
are 5 to 10 miles across.

The scale of it
is outstanding.

There's power down there

at a level that we've
never even dreamed of.

For the past 5 hours,
we've been monitoring

a gradual,
but definite change

in all of
the fusion reactors.

They're all moving
towards critical mass.

A doomsday machine?

Exactly.

I'd say
we have at the most

48 hours
before they blow,

taking the planet
and us with them.

How long would it take
to evacuate the station?

We're talking a quarter million
humans and aliens.

Even if we called in
every ship in the sector,

it'd take
at least 3 to 5 days.

[Sighs]

Have you informed
Captain Pierce?

He insists it's just
one more reason why

his people
have to go down there.

Your opinion?

Not a chance.

This chain reaction
started

the last time they tried
to land down there.

Now my guess is

that the planet
is booby-trapped

to keep it from falling
into the wrong hands.

If they
go down there again,

we may not
have 48 hours.

So why didn't it start when
the two of you went down there?

At a guess,

because there was still
someone running the show.

The guy you brought back.

Exactly.

As long as
he remains unconscious,

his system keeps
running on automatic,

heading towards
self-destruct

without anyone
to stop it.

All right,

we'll give it
another 12 hours,

see if we can find
a way around this thing.

If not, we'll
evacuate the station,

try to get as many
as we can away from here.

It'll be a panic.

They'll stampede
the docking base.

I know.

We'll hold back
making an announcement

as long as possible,

but you better go ahead
and tell your own people.

This could get messy.

Get something to eat

and try to catch
an hour or two of sleep.

We've got a long road
ahead of us.

So if we go down there,
it blows.

If we don't, it blows anyway
just a little later.

It's a good thing
I'm Russian.

We're used
to hopeless situations.

Ah, Lieutenant Commander,

just the person
I've been looking for.

Ambassador, this
is not a good time.

No, I imagine not.

You have been
holding out on me.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

The situation
is status quo.

Ah, of course.

An Earth war cruiser
parked alongside the station,

mysterious trips
to the planet beneath us.

Rumors that you have
found someone down there

and brought him back here.

This to you
is status quo, yes?

You must lead
a very interesting life.

Ambassador--

you did find something
down there, didn't you?

Something valuable
perhaps?

I wish to remind you

that my government
has contributed

substantial amounts of money
into this station.

We are entitled
to an equal share

of anything
you find down there.

Ambassador,

do you really
want to know

what's going on
down there right now?

Yes, absolutely.

Boom.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boom, boom.

Boom!

Have a nice day.

Fah! You can never
get a straight answer

from anyone around here.

I knew
you would say that.

[Laughs]

Draal.

Help me.

Draal.

Draal?

Help me.

Draal?

Are you
all right?

Yes. It's strange.

I heard someone
call my name.

It came from this way.

[Beeping]

Yeah, come in.

Michael.

Hey, Jeff,

what are you doing
down in this part of town?

Just thought I'd
see how you're doing.

Fine.

Have a seat.

I just made some dinner.
You want some?

No, thanks.

I grabbed something
in the mess hall.

Michael, I heard
about the incident

this afternoon
in the Zocalo.

The, uh,
magic trick thing.

They filed
a complaint?

No, but they could've.

Oh, I know.

I know, I know, I know.

It was stupid.

Yeah, but
you didn't hear them.

I mean,
people are dying on Mars,

and it's like some kind
of damn game to these guys.

And on top of that,
I'm worried sick about Lise,

and I just snapped.

Michael,
I need you sharp.

You can't
go off like that.

Damn it, Jeff, what the hell
am I supposed to do?

I've never felt this--

this helpless before.

The one woman in my whole life
who meant anything to me,

and she's back
on Mars somewhere.

Maybe she's alive.
Maybe she's dead.

Either way,
I can't do a thing.

The planet
we're parked next to

is about to go up
like a Roman candle.

What am
I supposed to do, huh?

Arrest it?

You know, I...

I never should
have let her go.

I never should've waited
this long before calling her.

Then why did you?

I was afraid.

Afraid
she'd hang up on me,

and just as afraid
she wouldn't,

afraid to find out
that she hated me...

And that
it really was all over

and I could kiss
my dreams good-bye.

And just as afraid
to find out that...

Maybe she still loved me,

like I think
I still loved her,

because then we'd have
to do something about it,

and I still
don't know if I can.

Does any of this make
any kind of sense at all?

Yeah, it does.

There's some brass
stationed on Mars

that owe me
a favor or two.

I think it's about time
they paid up.

One way or another,

I'll get you that
clear channel to Mars.

That would be great.
Thanks.

It's ok.

I've been there.

One last thing.

A favor.

If we have to evacuate,
you know we'll never

get everyone
off the station.

Ambassadors,

women and children,
civilians go first.

Some of
the command staff

will have to stay
on board until...

I'd appreciate it
if you could make sure

Ivanova gets on
the last ship out.

She'll want
to stay, but...

She's got her whole
career ahead of her.

Understood.

She'll be on it
if I have to drug her

and toss her in
before the doors close.

Look, this is
a restricted area.

You're not
allowed in here.

No, he's the one.

I heard him call my name.

No, no. That's quite
impossible, all right?

The patient is comatose.

Now I'm afraid I'm
going to have to insist

that you leave now.

[Groaning]

No.

No, no, no.

Don't--don't--
don't move.

No.

Stay right there, o.K.?
Stay still.

Draal.

You...

Help.

The planet below...

Do not land.

Do not approach.

It will explode...

Destroy you...

All...

Without the heart...

Without another.

I got your message.
What's up?

Dr. Franklin's reporting
the patient is awake

and confirming
our information.

If any ships
land on the planet,

it will self-destruct.

Did you tell the hyperion?

Yes. Unfortunately,
they figured out

there's no
jamming device.

How can you tell?

Because they're
about to launch

an expedition
to the planet surface.

What? Get Pierce
on the line.

Already done.

Captain,

what the hell do you
think you're doing?

That planet's
set to blow

if your team
goes down there.

We've just received
confirmation--

from a source
with every reason to lie

to protect
what's down there.

Our people
have been monitoring

the same activity
you have.

They assure us we can
safely land on the planet

as long as nominal
precautions are taken.

Damn it, Captain, I've got a
quarter million people in here.

I'm not going to let you
jeopardize their lives.

Commander,
it's not your decision.

We're going.

What are you going
to do, shoot us down?

If that's what's required
to protect this station, yes.

Excuse me?

Lieutenant Commander,

put delta and
zeta flights on alert.

Stand by for
immediate launch.

Orders?

Planetary blockade.

Commander,
if you order your ships

to fire on my fighters,

you can kiss
your career good-bye.

And if you go down there,
we're dead anyway.

You're bluffing.

Lieutenant Commander,
open fighter bay doors.

Fighter bay doors, aye.

Stand by to launch.

It's up to you, Captain.

As far as I'm concerned,

we've got
nothing to lose.

Status?

They're canceling
the launch.

Tell the fighters
to stand down,

but keep them ready in case
we need them after all.

We've got a ship
coming through the jumpgate.

Tell them
to stand by.

We're being scanned.

They're accessing our language
and translation files.

Everybody all right?

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

I think so.

We've got a signal
coming through.

This is takarn.

We have
your language files.

Taken to learn, to speak.

We have been 500 years

searching for this place.

We received its call signal.

Must be talking about
the beacon that went off.

This world belongs to us.

We are last of our people.

Searched 500 years.

We will take.

Give you 10 of your hours

to move aside.

We do not wish to kill,

but we will

if you will not
let us take what is ours.

Open channel to--

this is the Earth Alliance
cruiser hyperion

to intruder.

This sector is
under Earth jurisdiction.

Any attempt to seize
this planet by force

or to launch an attack

will be met
with deadly force.

You have 9 hours

in which to withdraw.

Worse case of testosterone
poisoning I've ever seen.

Is it true this world
and its technology

belongs to them?

No. Outcast. Violent.

My people
cast them out

centuries ago.

Signal was
not meant for them.

It was put here
to hide from them,

given to me.

But the rest
of my people died.

Sacred trust.

Legacy for the future.

I am guardian...

Protector.

I live in the heart
of the machine.

We are one.

500 of your years

have I waited
in the machine.

You've been here
all this time,

and you haven't
contacted us?

No.

Only listened
to your people.

Watched this great place
being built,

learned your words.

Please,
you must stop them.

Do not let them
take the machine.

It's not for them.

It's not for this time.

Takarn, the planet
is falling apart.

Yes.

Without guardian...

Fail-safe.

Destroy itself.

If it blows, it'll
kill everyone here.

Is there
any way to stop it?

What's your prognosis?

He's dying.

My guess is he's
been dying for a while.

That would explain the
seismic disturbances.

The more
that he suffered,

the more the system
began to malfunction.

But without him,
the planet is dying

and taking us
right along with it.

I'm told that
you two were there

when varn regained
consciousness

and that
he spoke to you.

Yes, but
he did not tell us

anything more
than he told you.

Would you mind
telling me

what you were doing there
in the first place?

His spirit cried out
to me in the night.

He appeared before me.

Ah, so you also saw him.

Yes.

My guess is
that the machine

is still tuned
to his condition

and was sending a kind
of distress signal.

Well, all we can do

is hope he comes to
pretty soon.

We've got
a little over 8 hours

before all hell
breaks loose out there.

You know what
varn meant by "another"...

Don't you?

Yes.

Varn
could not ask it,

could not
say the words,

but it was
in his eyes.

He's probably forbidden
to ask directly.

But the answer
is there

if you have
ears to hear it.

And what answer
is that?

Ambassador Mollari.

I'm astonished,
Delenn, truly.

Of everyone
on this station,

I never thought
you would hold out on me.

I believe
we should talk, yes?

Commander, we have
a situation here.

Where the hell
have you been?

Trying to solve it.

Any word
from Earth central?

Negative. They're
jamming us, too.

There's still time
to work this out.

Commander, maybe
you weren't paying attention.

They've given us
an ultimatum:

Surrender
or be destroyed.

Now I have no intention
of sitting here quietly.

Together,
we have the firepower.

We can take them.

If we coordinate
our firepower

and link
our fighter squadrons,

we can launch
a preemptive strike

and outflank them,

but I can't do it
without your support.

Will you commit
your forces to the battle?

I don't see
any other choice.

We'll be ready
when you are.

Yes. He called
to me as well,

appeared to me
out of nowhere.

Strange.

I wonder
why he appeared

just to you, Draal,
and the Commander.

Perhaps because
we are most familiar

with the third principle
of sentient life.

You can be of great
service, Ambassador,

if you are willing
to dare greatly.

You are talking
to the Centauri

who led the raid
on fralis 12.

Granted,
it was long time ago,

but perhaps it is time
to return to old habits.

Ambassador,

I don't think
you fully understand

what Draal
is asking of you.

Of course I do.

One of us
will not return.

Yes?

That much is certain.

As a young
and foolish Centauri,

I swore that
I would die on my feet

doing something noble
and brave and futile.

Perhaps it was not so wild
a dream as I thought...

Or as foolish.

It is better than
waiting for the inevitable.

We will go...

Together.

We've got another ship
asking to leave.

Clear them for launch.
A.S.A.P.

The more
we get out now,

the fewer we have
to evacuate later.

Garibaldi to c&c.

Somebody just
grabbed the patient

you brought back
from the planet.

It looks like they created
a diversion in blue 7.

By the time my guards
got back, he was gone.

Stop all
outgoing traffic.

It's too late.

3 transports
have already left,

and one's about
to get to the gate and...

Wait a minute.
Where the hell did it go?

Signal coming in
from the enemy ship.

You have ignored
our warnings!

You sent ships
to our world.

No more lies!

Now we take what is ours

and we stop your people!

He's right. The transport's
heading down to the planet.

They've opened fire.

Secondary gun array
is targeting my ship.

I'm launching fighters.

Babylon 5,
we need your support.

Launch fighters.
Fire at will.

Launch fighters.

My god.

Whoever's piloting
that shuttle is a madman.

[Laughs]

Just like fralis 12.

[Laughs]

Close blast doors.

What's the position
of that transport?

About to enter
the planet's atmosphere.

This is the point where
the planet's defense system

opened fire last time.

Wait.

The defense system
isn't firing.

It's letting them in.

Lieutenant Commander,

we got a shuttle
coming out.

I didn't authorize a launch.

We've got a war
going on out here.

Security to c&c.

I'm in pursuit
of the transport.

Garibaldi.

Somebody has
to bring that guy back,

and since you two
are stuck in control--

negative.
It's too dangerous.

Hey, if they
can make it, so can I.

Look, I've got
to do something, Jeff.

Beginning descent.

I think I can catch them
at maximum thrust.

See if you can
buy me some cover.

Tell deltas
2 through 6

to watch Mr.
Garibaldi's back.

Who said the good old days
are gone, eh?

Now, uh,
landing thrusters...

Landing thrusters.
Hmm.

[Sighs] If I were
a landing thruster,

which one of these
would I be?

[Laughs]

Hyperion's forward guns
powering up.

Preparing to fire.

Locking on.

[Rumbling]

Range to target?

Closing.
300 kilometers.

250.

Stand by, defense grid.
Prepare to fire.

Alpha flight,
take point and engage.

Pilot: Confirmed,
control. Engaging.

What the...

What the hell are you two
doing down here?

I figured maybe
we had hijackers

or tech-stealers or--

[rumbling]

Mr. Garibaldi,
you may have noticed,

but things are not
going well down here.

We believe
we can help.

Finished.

Have created
a pocket of air for you.

The machine
that controls this planet

needs a mind to run it

or it will destroy itself

and Babylon 5 with it.

So you're going back in?
Is that it?

No. I am.

I will take his place

in the heart
of the machine.

Fire defense grid.
Maximum range.

I can't allow this.

There has
to be another way.

There is
no other way.

Please believe me,

all my life I have searched
for a way to serve others.

To me,
there is no higher calling,

no greater destiny
than to live for another

and, if necessary,
to die for another,

to somehow make
the world a better place.

I had done all I could
on my world.

I came looking
for a reason,

a way to live out
my remaining years

with direction
and purpose.

Here I have found it.

I will save lives.

The wonders
of this place

will take me
centuries to explore.

Let my life have meaning.

Help me to do what
we both know must be done.

Direct hit.

Reporting damage
to cobra bays.

Hulls blue a
through c buckling.

20% power loss.

One more shot like that,

and they'll blow out
the whole forward section.

Where's the hyperion?

On the other side.

Enemy ship's
keeping us between them.

It's coming around again.

Weapon systems
powering up.

They're locking on.

This is it.

What the hell?

I am sending this message
to all 3 parties

involved in the struggle
for control of this planet.

It belongs to none of you.

It belongs only to itself

and to the future.

Commander Sinclair,

the secrets buried here
must remain secrets.

They would give any race

an advantage
over all others,

thus it is in
the interest of all races

that none should gain
exclusive control of it.

We entrust the safekeeping
of this place

to the Babylon 5
advisory council.

We will rely upon
your guidance, Commander,

and the enlightened
self-interest of the council,

to make sure that
this world is left alone

until the time is right.

If enlightened self-interest

should prove
insufficient to the cause,

understand this:

The defensive systems
on this world

are now fully operational.

Do not attempt
to come here again.

Any approach
will be met with resistance.

Any ship attempting to land
will be destroyed.

When the time is right,

we will be here
waiting for you,

but not until then.

Good-bye.

Somebody better get
Pierce on the link.

Commander, the enemy ship
is moving again.

It's headed
toward the planet.

What? Didn't they
get the message?

They got it, but I don't
think they believed it.

Delenn,
we're finished here.

We should go.

He's right,
Ambassador.

I know.

If I could...

If I could
have just a moment.

You will
take care of him?

I have few days
left to me,

but I will watch him
until the end.

We should know
very soon

if the machine
has truly accepted him.

How could it not?

Tell me
that it's a wonder

so that I may sleep

when all I can see
in the night is this place.

It is a wonder.

The machine
will extend his life,

as it did for me.

He will see
all the tomorrows,

hear all the songs,

touch the edge
of the universe

with his thoughts.

And my thoughts
will ever be with him.

I hope that
he can hear them.

The third principle
of sentient life

is its capacity
for self-sacrifice,

for a cause,

a loved one...

For a friend.

Good-bye, dear friend.

Perhaps, someday...

I may see you again.

We'll be putting into dock
for repairs at Earthport.

E.t.a. 9 days.

With luck, they won't
be quite as eventful

as the last
couple of days.

So much for r&r.

I suppose you should know

we received a communiqué
from Earthdome.

President Santiago

confirms that you have
primary jurisdiction

over the Babylon station
in this sector of space.

My, uh...

Regrets

if I exceeded
my authority.

Apology accepted.

Have a safe trip.

Will do.

Hyperion out.

[Beep]

Commander, we finally
got a secure line

to the Mars colony,

but before you tell
Mr. Garibaldi,

there's something
you should know.

Yeah, I'm coming.
I'm coming.

What?

Michael, we've got
the Mars colony relay.

We've located
your friend.

Is she--

she's alive, yes.

Wounded, but o.K.

The doctors say
she'll be fine.

Oh, that's great.

Put her through?

Coming in.

And, Michael, if
you want to talk later,

you know
where to find me.

[Beep]

Michael, hi.

I hear you've been
turning Mars upside-down

looking for me.

You know me,
had to know if you were ok.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I got caught in a crossfire
trying to get some food.

[Laughs]

Fighting's
died down a little.

Looks like the
provisional government's

got the upper hand.

Good. Good.

Look, Lise, these relays
get kind of weird,

so we don't
have a lot of time.

I just wanted to say--

Michael.

Please,
let me finish.

I've made a lot
of mistakes in my life,

and you're one of them.

I never should have left you.
I realize that now.

I've got a couple of
weeks' leave coming soon,

and I'm going
to take it on Mars.

I thought maybe we
could work things out if--

Michael,

I can't.

Oh, if it's the job--

I'm married.

Oh.

His name is Franz.

We're expecting our
first baby in September.

That's great.

I'm glad for you.

Really.

Mr. Garibaldi.

Ambassador.

I see
you come here also

to lose yourself
in the stars.

It's quiet.

I like quiet.

Ask you
a question?

Why the end run
around us?

When you figured out
that someone

was going to have to take
varn's place down there,

why didn't
you come to us

and let us
handle it?

Because if I had,

I know in my heart
that Commander Sinclair

would be the one
down there right now.

He's looking
for a purpose,

but his destiny
lies elsewhere.

And Londo?

How'd you get him
to go along with this?

An exchange of promises.

And I owe him
a great favor.

He will come to collect
sooner or later.

But I think he enjoyed it.

He discovered
something inside him

that he had thought
was buried long, long ago.

Yeah, well, one thing
I've discovered

is that some things
are better left buried.

Good night, Ambassador.

Franz?

What the hell
kind of a name is Franz?

Good night, old friend.

Sleep well.