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Earth transport Spinoza

will be departing in one hour
from docking area 9.

Identicard, please.

Thanks.

Commander.

Benson...

Dex wants
his money.

It's coming.

I'll have the credits
for him

first thing tomorrow.

You said that
yesterday.

It's not my fault.

Neither is this.

24 hours, Benson.

Then we find you
again.

Then we cut
your head off.

[Beeping]

Come.

Were you followed?

No.

I've identified the target.

When do we take him out?

Soon.

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...

Benson, security level 2.

You wanted to see me,
Commander?

Chief.

Mr. Benson, you haven't been
with us very long, have you?

6 months, sir.

When you signed on,

were you informed
of the regulations

about use of the casino
by station personnel?

If I may ask--

security personnel
are prohibited from gambling

while on active duty.

Off-duty gambling is limited
to 50 credits per week.

We hear you've been
exceeding those limits,

Mr. Benson.

That's not true, sir.

You can check
the casino records.

We have.

But we both know

a lot of unregistered
side-betting goes on.

Don't we?

Our information is that

you've been losing
heavily,

piling up debts.

Your information's wrong.

Look, o.K., sir,

i--i do ride the limits
pretty close,

but I've never gone over.

You understand our concern.

If you were to get into debt
with the wrong people,

you'd become
a security risk.

You could be compromised,
blackmailed.

Yes, sir.

If you are in debt
to these people, Mr. Benson,

we will find out.

Now I'm giving you
one last chance.

If you have anything
to tell us,

I suggest you do so.

Very well, then.

I'm taking you off
active duty

pending the outcome
of the investigation.

Dismissed.

He's lying.

I can tell.

Everyone lies, Michael.

The innocent lie

because they don't
want to be blamed

for something
they didn't do.

And the guilty lie

because they don't have
any other choice.

Find out why he's lying.

The rest will take care
of itself.

What about the power source?

I couldn't bring it
with me

into the station.

An energy pod
would have never

gotten past
the scanners,

so I improvised.

It'll be here.

And breathe out, please.

One more time.

Excellent.

That'll do fine.

I appreciate this,
Ambassador.

I never get to see
a Minbari up close

unless there's
something wrong.

A chance to examine
one of your people

in prime condition

gives me a baseline
to operate from.

I was talking
to Dr. Hernandez

while I was waiting.

Is it true
that you used to--

what is the term?

Hitchhike
on starships?

Yes...yes.

Well, I wanted
to see it all.

I traded my services
as ship's doctor

in exchange
for free passage.

It didn't matter
where they were going

as long as I got
to see something

I hadn't seen before.

Naturally, all that ended
when the war started.

Were you...Involved
in the war, doctor?

Towards the end...

When, uh, things got bad
for our side,

those of us in xenobiology

were told to hand over
our notes on your people

to be used in genetic
and biological warfare.

And did you?

I took an oath
that all life is sacred.

I destroyed my notes,

rather than have them
used for killing.

Thank you.

What about you, Ambassador?

What did you do
during the war?

A topic
for another time.

Good day, doctor.

Good day.

You have it?

Yeah, I got it.

Biggest energy pod
I could find.

Look, I don't know
what this is all about,

and I don't want
to know.

I just want my money.

Credits will be
deposited to your account

within the hour.

That will be all.

What about my transfer?

That will be all.

I think we're ready
to proceed.

Alpha 7 to Alpha leader,
I'm hit.

Pull out. Pull out.

Alpha 7--

he's gone.

Picking up enemy
transmissions.

Stay in formation.

Hold the line.

No one gets through,
no matter what.

Understood.

Alpha leader, you have
a Minbari on your tail.

I'm on him.
Targeting fighter.

No! Mitchell,
stay in formation.

It might be a--
oh, my god!

It's a trap! Mitchell!

Computer.

Sinclair to maintenance.

Sinclair to maintenance.

Observation.

Security.

This is Commander Sinclair.

All sectors report in.

All sectors report.

Earth Central,
this is Babylon 5.

Earth Central,
please respond.

This is Earth station
Babylon 5

to all ships in grid Epsilon,
please respond.

Computer.

Computer!

On line.

Was an evacuation ordered
in the last 8 hours?

Negative.

Condition green.

Scan for any other
life forms.

Confirmed.

One other life form
detected.

Location.

Central corridor,
blue sector.

Computer.

Computer!

What the hell
is going on around here?

Man: Maybe you're asleep.

Maybe you're insane.

Maybe you're dead.

Maybe you're in hell!

Not that it matters much,
Commander Sinclair,

because wherever you are,

wherever you go...

You're mine.

Mr. Garibaldi?

Ambassador.

I apologize
for intruding,

but I was supposed to meet
Commander Sinclair

at the counsel room
an hour ago.

He never came.

I thought you might
have seen him.

No. Sorry.

Have you tried
the observation dome?

Yes. Lieutenant Commander
Ivanova hasn't seen him

since last night.

[Beep]

Commander?

[Beep]

Commander,
this is Garibaldi.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll have to get back
to you later.

Who are you?

What have you done
to my station?

Nothing.

You, however,
are a different story.

I'd like to say I have
your undivided attention,

but that
would not be true.

Your mind is
in here with me,

but your body
is somewhere else,

wrapped in
cybernetic implants

and pulse generators,

all tied up
in a cerebral matrix.

A virtual reality
cybernet.

Then you're saying
all of this

is a simulation,
not real?

What is real,
Commander?

This?

Commander,
there you are.

I been looking all over
the place for you.

Garibaldi?

No!

No need for alarm.

As you said,
a simulation only.

See?

Commander.

Commander.

Commander.

How's it going,
Commander?

We can kill him
as many times

as we like.

We're locked together
here in your mind.

It's a shadow play

without form
or substance.

But I'm real,
Commander,

and you're real.

And the pain...

The pain for you
is also real.

Commander.

Commander.

Jeff?

Garibaldi to c and c.

On-line.

We have a problem.

Cut...

Cerebral...

Discharge.

Cutting power 50%.

Curious.

We have the memories
of your entire life

to play around with,

but your thoughts
are rooted here

in this station.

It means a lot to you,
doesn't it?

You said "we."

My associate is
watching over your body

while I'm in here
with you.

He's making sure
nothing unfortunate

happens to it

until we get
what we came for.

To do that,
we'll walk together

across the bridge
of synapses and neurons,

into the very heart
of your memories.

Why are you
doing this?

To find the truth.

10 years ago,

you were at the battle
of the line--

the final
and decisive battle

of the Earth-Minbari war.

For 24 hours,
you were out of touch

with Earthforce defense.

My ship was damaged.

I blacked out.

So you testified.

Just one problem--
I don't believe you.

And I'm not
the only one.

It's been a long time,
Commander,

but we're finally going
to get to the truth...

Even if it kills you.

Anything yet?

No. You?

Not yet. I've pulled all
non-essential personnel

and assigned them
to the search party,

but a place this big,
it could take days.

We may not have days
if the Commander's hurt

or can't reply.

I know.
I've notified our base

in the tigrie sector

and asked them
to track every ship

that's left here
in the last 8 hours.

You might also want to send
a couple of maintenance bots

outside the station
on close proximity scan.

Go over every inch
of the hull.

What should they
look for?

A body. If someone
shoved it outside,

the station's gravity
won't let it get far.

Just in case.

Mr. Garibaldi,

there are days
I'm very glad

I don't have to think
the way you do.

Your name is
Jeffrey David Sinclair.

Rank, Commander.
Age 39.

Born on Mars colony,
may 3, 2218,

9:15 A.M.,
Earth standard time.

Enlisted in
Earthforce defense, 2237.

Promoted to fighter pilot,
2240.

Promoted again
to squad leader

less than a year later.

A career officer
like your father

and his father
and his father.

Smart money said you'd
make admiral one day.

So what happened...
Commander?

Where did you fall off
the merry-go-round?

Go to hell.

I don't have to
tell you a thing,

and I'm betting
you don't have

a lot of time.

Security's probably

turning this place
upside down

looking for me.

Assuming you're
still on Babylon 5.

Assuming we
haven't taken you

somewhere else.

But you're right.

You don't have
to tell me anything.

What about someone else?

Hello, Commander.

Mitchell?

Alpha leader,
you have a Minbari

on your tail.

I'm on him.
Targeting fighter.

No! Mitchell,
stay in formation.

It might be a--

oh, my god.

It's a trap!
Mitchell!

I've got a clear shot.

I can take him.
I can take him!

Break off!

I'm hit! Ejecting!

Aah!

Why did you do it,
Commander?

Why did you betray us?

Mitchell's dead.

This isn't real.

We fought for you.

We fought beside you
on the line.

We swore we would all
go down together.

But you're alive,

and we're dead...

Because of you.

It's not true.

I tried to warn you,
but you wouldn't listen.

You never listen.

I tried.

What?

I tried.

Tried to do what,
Commander?

Afterburners on my Mark.

Mark!

Aah!

Tried to ram
the Minbari cruiser,

is that it?

Yes. It was in my report.

And then what?

I don't remember.

I blacked out.

I've never been able
to remember.

You don't want
to remember.

You don't want to
remember the 24 hours

in which you betrayed
your own race.

The day you
became a traitor.

The day you sold--

that's enough!

Well, well.

Looks like the pain
is real for both of us.

I just heard the news,
Lieutenant Commander.

Is there anything
I can do?

If the Commander
is missing--

we're doing everything
we can, Ambassador.

Have you tried
the telepath

Talia Winters?

She's a level p-5.
Requires close proximity

or physical contact.

She's not trained for
search and recover.

All we can do is
hope for a break.

Are you sure
you're all right?

It's just the way
you snapped out

of the cybernet--

I'm all right!

Caught me
by surprise,

that's all.

He's tough.

Breaking him isn't
gonna be easy.

What's happening
out there?

All I know is what I see
on the monitors.

They're aware
the Commander is missing,

and they've launched
a full search.

How long until they
hit this sector?

3, maybe 4 hours.

He was right.
Not much time.

You should rest.

No! No, we're close.
I can feel it.

The more I walk
through his mind,

the more I'm convinced
he's hiding something.

But we have
to accelerate

the program.

Break his grip
on reality,

blur the lines.

I can increase the dosage
of metazine another 10%,

but he might start
hallucinating.

Do it, then bring up
the cyberfield 30%

and put me back inside.

It's dangerous.
It could shatter his mind

or kill him.

Then he dies.

Moving through blue sector.
Continuing search.

Chief, we've finished sectors
blue 1 through blue 3.

So far, nothing.

Break your teams up
into smaller units.

2 men apiece.

We need to cover
more ground.

Put on everyone you can.

We already have.
I even pulled in

Miller and Benson.

Benson?
He's a security risk.

We pulled him off
active duty,

pending
the investigation.

I know, we checked his files.
He's clean. No debts.

He's got a surplus
in his station account.

That's impossible.

I checked the other day,
and he was tapped out.

See for yourself.

He's got 5,000 credits
in his account.

Now, yeah,

but this wasn't here
24 hours ago.

And check this list
of payments.

There's 5 grand left
in his account

after he paid off
lots of debts.

Original deposit was...

15,000?

Where's a grunt like Benson
get 15 grand?

I don't know.

The deposit clears account
at 0300 hours,

and 4 hours later at 0700,
the Commander went missing.

Find Benson.
Bring him here.

I want to
ask him some questions.

Right.

Increase cyberfield 30%.

Let's see it,
Commander.

What are you hiding?

What happened
on the line?

Push, Commander.

Remember.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

[Echo]
What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

You've got
to help me.

The whole station's
looking for me.

They think I had
something to do--

I don't have time
for this.

I don't care.
All I want--

[Sinclair]
Aah!

What the hell
was that?

What have you got
going on in here,

anyway?

Oh, my god.

Terminate.

You saw something,
didn't you,

just before
you blacked out.

I almost saw it
with you.

Grey...

Grey figures.

What does this mean?

When did this happen?

What are you hiding?

I'm not hiding anything.

We all hide things,
Commander.

That's why we bounce
back here again, isn't it?

This is where you hide--

behind duty
and responsibility

and obligation.

Things you'd
never understand.

Wrong.

You're wrong.

We're both patriots
in our own way.

If I fail,
more will come after me

until the job is finished.

But now it's time,
Commander.

We're going to find out
what else you're hiding,

and we're going
to find out now.

Where'd you
find the body?

Floating outside
the red sector.

We linked in as soon
as we found it.

There's not much left.

It depressurized fast
when it was shoved

out into space.

It's Benson,
all right.

Whoever killed him

couldn't have
carried the body very far

without being noticed.

Tell the search teams to
concentrate on red sector.

Right.

Commander!

Commander Sinclair...

For the last time,

what happened
at the battle of the line?

I was trying to ram
the Minbari cruiser...

Then something passed
in front of my eyes.

I blacked out.

The next thing I know,
it's 24 hours later

and the war--

the war was over!

The Minbari
had surrendered.

On the Eve
of their victory,

they gave up...

Just like that!

And you expect us
to believe

that you slept through
the whole thing?

Your ship was
off the screens

for 24 hours.

You didn't
just black out.

Your ship disappeared!

The screens
malfunctioned.

The hearing
proved that.

Why are you
doing all this?

The Minbari didn't
win at the line.

They surrendered.

Precisely my point!

They surrendered!

Why?

I think they
took one look

at our defense

and realized
what it would cost them

to invade Earth.

Why risk their lives
in a frontal attack

when they could
attack us from within?

But they needed
a fifth column.

People like you.

Look at Earth,
Commander--

alien civilization,
alien migration,

aliens buying up
real estate

by the square mile.

Alien funding
of Babylon 5.

What they couldn't
take by force,

they're corrupting
inch by inch!

What does that
have to do with me?

Nobody wants to die,

especially not out there
in the cold of space,

so you surrendered.

They took you
aboard their ship,

fixed you some
milk and cookies

and asked you
to work for them,

be their eyes,
their ears, their voice.

You agreed.

You and god knows
how many other people!

And then they let you go.

You're insane.

I never betrayed earth.

How can you be sure?

You just said
you don't remember.

Mitchell.

What about Mitchell?

That's enough!

You talk about the war.

You talk about Mitchell,
and the rest,

but you didn't
know them.

They were my friends.

I watched them die
one by one.

For years afterwards,
whenever I saw Minbari,

I had to fight the urge

to strangle them
with my bare hands.

All I could see was
Mitchell and the rest...

Dying.

Dying.

Why?

Because we were
outnumbered

and outgunned.

We never had a chance.

You say we could've won,
but you weren't there.

You didn't see them.

When I looked
at those ships,

i--i didn't just
see my death.

I saw the death of
the whole damn human race.

Then why did they
surrender?

I don't know.

Maybe the universe
blinked.

Maybe god
changed his mind.

All I know is that
we got a second chance.

And in 10 years,

nothing's ever made you
doubt your story

that you...Blacked out,
is that it?

No!

Nothing...

Except...

Except what?

There's a hole...

In your mind.

What was that,
Commander?

Come on.
You're close.

You're almost there.

What happened that day?

What happened at
the battle of the line?

Don't you want to know,
just for yourself?

Don't you want to know?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Then go.

Look.

See.

Now.

Now.

Now!

Alpha 7 to Alpha leader,
I'm hit!

Pull out! Pull out!

Alpha 7!

He's gone. Picking up
enemy transmissions.

Stay in formation.

Hold the line.
No one gets through,

no matter what.

Understood.

Alpha leader, you have
a Minbari on your tail.

I'm on him.
Targeting fighter.

No! Mitchell,
stay in formation.

It might be a--

oh, my god.

It's a trap!
Mitchell!

I've got a clear shot.

I can take him.
I can take him.

Break off!

I'm hit! Ejecting!

Aah!

Aft stabilizers hit.
Weapon systems at zero.

Defensive grid at zero.

Power plant
near critical mass.

Not like this.
Not like this.

If I'm going out, I'm taking
you bastards with me!

Target main cruiser.
Set for full velocity ram.

Afterburners on my Mark.

Mark!

Why are you...

Doing this?

[Cloaked figures
whispering]

What do you want?

Why are you doing this?

Who are you?

I know you.

I know who you are.

I know you.

Aah!

Minbari
broken through...

I have to report.
Get back to my ship.

Got it?

Now, listen to me
next time.

No more, huh?

Sorry, all right?

I didn't mean it.

Just get it done.

All right.

Commander.

Commander.

Aah!

Security to c and c.

I found the Commander.
I'm following--

unh!

Security, this is c and c.
Please repeat.

Security?
Where'd it come from?

Red 6, level 2.

I'm on it.

Commander.

Commander Sinclair,
please report in.

Commander?

Commander Sinclair,
please report in.

Look out!
Get down!

Commander, i--

what the hell?

Commander?

Mr. Garibaldi.

Yeah, go.

We found someone
in red 3.

I think this is where they
kept the Commander.

Looks like he's been treated
with psychotropic drugs.

He may be delusional,
confused.

In his present state,

he may be even be
considered dangerous.

Yeah, thanks. I kind of
got that impression.

Keep me informed.
Garibaldi out.

Look.

Ambassador! Stay back!

It's me, Commander.

You're safe.

No one will harm you.

Stop.

I know.

I know you.

I know who you are.

I'm your friend,
Commander.

Ambassador Delenn.

Your friend.

No.

I know you.

I know you.

Unh!

Welcome home.

How long have
I been out?

About a day.

Managed to flush the rest
of those drugs out,

but your system has
been through quite a shock.

Where's the prisoner?

On his way to bay 12.

He's being transferred to
a shuttle headed for home.

Earth Central exercised
jurisdiction.

They want him back on Earth
for trial.

Why there
instead of here?

They say he's part of
an organization back home

that's trying to prove
collusion

between Earth officials
and the Minbari.

There's even a rumor
it's a covert operation

run from somewhere
inside the government.

Well, I don't know
what they're gonna

get out of it.

When you broke
out of the cybernet,

you set up a neuro-
feedback charge

that fried most
of his memory.

I want to see him.

I don't think that's--

now.

Just a sec.

We need the prisoner
for a moment.

Alone.

He's all yours.

You never told me
your name.

I...

Don't...

Remember.

You couldn't pull off
something this big

without help.

Who sent you?

Who were you working for?

I can't...

Help you.

I...

Don't remember anything.

It's no use, Commander.

We've tried.

He's gone.

Move him out.

Commander.

Command--

Commander Sinclair?

There's...

There's something
in my head.

It says...

Maybe you're
still inside.

Maybe we're both
still inside.

Babylon control
to prison vessel,

you are clear for jump.

[Beep beep beep beep]

Come.

Commander,

you're better?

Yes.

I wanted to thank you
for your help.

I was pretty messed up,
delusional.

Strange that seeing you
was the only thing

that could snap me
out of it.

I'm glad
that I could help.

Now I suggest rest.

It will
help you heal.

Commander...

Out of curiosity,

do you remember anything
from your experience?

No.

Sorry.

Not a thing.

He must never know
what happened.

If he should find out,

he must be killed.

Do you understand,
Delenn?

Yes.

Computer.

[Beep beep]

Personal log entry.

2300 hours.

I remember...

I was...

Taken inside
a Minbari cruiser.

Interrogated.

Tortured.

Was that...

The Grey Council?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Before they surrendered,

they must have
blanked my memory

and then let me go.

And Delenn.

What was she doing there?

What is it they don't
want me to remember?

I have to find out.

I have to.