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♪ Set me free ♪

♪ let me breathe ♪

♪ find me air in a bottle, please ♪

♪ set me free ♪

♪ ride with me ♪

♪ in the cold... ♪♪

Ambassador Mollari.

We need to talk about the euphrates treaty.

My dear Sinclair,

this is hardly the time or the place.

I agree.

But you've been ducking me on this for a week.

Now, I expect you in the council chambers

at 10:00 tomorrow morning

to begin formal negotiations with the Narn.

Unless you wish to pursue the wise course

and cede all claim to the euphrates sector.

I would rather kiss a jovian tree worm.

You have kissed far worse things

in your times, Mollari.

Yes, and you can kiss my plump Centauri--

ah, gentlemen,

this is what I've been waiting for.

Please, sit down. Don't miss this.

Sit!

Ha ha ha.

Ye-yes.

Is she not perfection?

Gentlemen,

of all things in life,

are females not the finest?

On that, Mollari, we can at least agree.

Ambassador G'Kar.

[Coughing]

I am ko'dath,

the new head of your diplomatic staff.

Yes, uh, I wasn't expecting you

for several ye-- uh, days.

I was eager to begin my duties here,

so I booked early transport.

Mr. Garibaldi said that I would find you

in this...

Establishment.

Ah, yes, Mr. Garibaldi.

He's most helpful.

Hey, hot spot,

let's blow this joint

and go play scan the sector.

Aargh!

Ohh!

Trash.

Ahem.

You must be fatigued from your long journey.

Allow me to show you to your quarters.

[Sighs]

You know, sometimes I almost feel sorry for G'Kar.

[Humming]

Ha ha ha.

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.

It's 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...

Garibaldi: Com check, all channels.

Communications check commencing.

Anomaly discovered.

Flagging.

What the hell?

Garibaldi to Sinclair.

Sinclair here.

Commander, I turned up an unauthorized transmission

to Earth on gold channels last night.

Run it by the E.O.

I'll check back with you when I can.

This delay is quite insufferable,

Commander.

As Ambassador of the Narn regime,

I demand Ambassador Mollari be censored

for his flouting of protocol.

I'll be glad to censor him when he gets here.

Mr. Cotto.

Yes.

Please try the Ambassador again.

I've tried 3 times.

There's still no answer from his quarters.

Then try him again.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

Oh...

Talia?

Yeah.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

I just had to get some distance.

Too much strong emotion in close proximity

is hard to block.

These talks are very important to you, aren't they?

Earth Central wants a peaceful settlement,

and so do I.

It'll show them Babylon 5

is doing the job it was meant to do.

If you can get the Narn and Centauri to cooperate.

Londo and G'Kar know a peaceful solution

in the euphrates sector

would benefit them more than a conflict.

That's where you come in.

You're my peeler.

You're going to peel away their lies

until they're left with that inescapable truth.

Sounds like you got a good shot.

I do...

If Londo ever shows up.

[Humming]

Ho ho ho.

Great maker.

For a moment there, I thought I was dead.

You seemed alive enough a few minutes ago.

You make me alive,

you fountain of passion.

It's the least I can do for the Republic, Ambassador.

Ahh, see, now, I hate it when you call me that.

I'm Centauri.

Your title pleases me.

Mmm.

Just as it does you.

So it's my title you wanted all along, huh?

I want no more than I'm getting.

And what is it that you're getting, adira,

a washed-up old republican

dreaming of better days?

These are my better days, Londo.

Thanks to you.

[Beeping]

You're needed.

Mm-hmm.

And I have to go.

All right.

Coming.

What do you want,

you moon-faced assassin of joy?

Ambassador,

you were supposed to begin negotiation with the Narns

over an hour ago.

Commander Sinclair is quite beside himself.

Well, it does G'Kar good to wait.

But you can tell Sinclair I'll be there shortly.

Yes, sir.

And, Vir.

Yes, sir?

Have some hot jala waiting for me.

Yes. Yes, sir.

You're overreacting, Mr. Garibaldi.

There could be any number of reasons

for this communications anomaly.

Such as?

Computer error, magnetic pulse.

I checked that.

Maybe one of the Ambassadors

is trying to save a few credits again,

or perhaps it's what us Russian pilots

used to call... Gremlins.

Lieutenant Commander,

gold channel's a priority access

usable only by express permission

of Commander Sinclair. No one outside

of the Ambassadors and senior officers

even know they exist.

If someone's hacked into them,

communication security's at risk.

The pareah is requesting clearance to depart.

Reroute the balusian freighter

to dock "h," and inform the pareah

she may depart at 1200.

Affirmative.

Mr. Garibaldi, I know it's a problem,

but one transmission is not a conspiracy.

Now, you've informed me as the Commander ordered,

and I will attend to it when my other duties permit.

In the meantime, I suggest

you monitor the gold channels more closely

in case there's a second occurrence.

I've already seen to it.

Well, then, thankfully,

there's no further need for us to chat.

[Clears throat]

Greetings.

You have my abject apologies.

I was delayed on an important matter of state.

G'Kar.

Ah, the impressive miss ko'dath.

[Hisses]

So good to see you again.

You are a treasure, Vir.

Well, shall we begin?

[Humming]

Feeling happy, are we?

Trakis.

I take it

all is going well with the Ambassador.

Yes.

Then why haven't you got

the purple files from him yet?

Well...

It's difficult.

He--he... He doesn't trust me.

You forget your place, Centauri.

A slave must never lie to her master.

Trakis...

Please.

Please.

Do you know why a drunken fool like Mollari

has the power he has?

Because his family has been collecting dirt

on other families for years,

like all the noble houses

of the great Centauri Republic.

That's how they play the game, isn't it?

Whispers in the dark,

a knife in the back.

Not all Centauri play such games.

Yes.

Or they wind up like you,

without family,

prestige, or power.

Slaves.

Those files can bring down

any house in the Republic.

The Narn will pay well for that data.

And I want it.

Tonight.

Use the mind probe.

You know how.

Cheer up.

It's not so bad.

After you've done your job,

you'll have your freedom,

Ambassador Mollari will have his memories,

and I'll have the Centauri empire

by its mighty throat.

[Beeping]

Open.

[Chuckling]

Star laces!

Oh, I haven't seen these

since I left davo.

Where did you get them?

I had them grown for you.

Oh.

What's this?

Open it and find out.

It's beautiful.

It's from the earliest days of the Republic.

It originally belonged to a matriarch of my family,

a woman of wisdom and strength,

grace,

and great beauty.

I've had it for many years.

I can't take it.

Oh, but you must.

I insist.

And you know how stubborn I am.

Come on.

Ha ha ha.

Go ahead.

Pretty.

Well...

Should I order us some supper?

You must be hungry.

Famished. And after spending a day

dealing with Ambassador G'Kar,

I long to sink my teeth into something.

But...

Why don't we go out?

You're not serious.

Yes.

I've already made the reservation at fresh air.

That's the finest restaurant on Babylon 5.

What if we are seen together?

What will people say?

They'll say...

They'll say, "Ambassador Mollari

is a most fortunate man."

We Centauri

live our lives for appearances.

Position, status, title--

these are the things

by which we define ourselves.

But when I look beneath the mask

I am forced to wear,

I see only emptiness.

And then I think of you.

And I say...

To hell with appearances.

Lousy Dodgers.

[Computer beeps]

Gold channel opened.

Tracking program commencing.

Channel locked in.

Belcorp line 5-7-9-3-0.

Gotcha now. You so--

warning.

Intrusion countermeasure electronics...

I.c.e.?

Damn!

Oh, damn!

Damn, damn.

Oh, this place is marvelous.

After the effort you put in today,

I felt you deserved it.

Oh, they were quite a mindful.

I haven't sensed so many lies

since I worked for the political bureau.

And Londo.

What about him?

Well, his thoughts,

they were...

Intensely, uh...

Intensely what?

Erotic.

I'm not surprised.

Voilà.

Garibaldi,

why are your fingers on my console?

Our gremlin's made another call.

Did you track it?

Got a prefix in a Russian Consortium,

then I hit a wall program, hard.

Blanked my board.

If you used I.C.E., then you've got 'em.

It'll show up on a scan.

I know.

System clear.

No illegal programs detected.

What?

That's not possible.

Display all data

on unauthorized gold channel transmissions.

No unauthorized transmissions logged.

What?

Are you sure this isn't just a figment

of your demented imagination?

A cry for help, perhaps?

Did you enjoy the dinner?

It was wonderful.

Why don't you, uh...

Make yourself more comfortable

while I finish the drinks?

A capital idea.

To many such evenings.

Londo.

Can you hear me?

Adira?

My dove.

Londo...

Tell me the access code for your purple files.

Tell me now.

Triple cipher...

Wine...

Women...

Song.

Command?

Triple cipher.

Wine, women, song.

Purple files accessed.

Transfer all data to crystal port.

Transfer of data complete.

I'm sorry, Londo.

[Beeping]

Oh!

Assassin! Villain!

Stop that infernal bleeping!

Enter!

Enter.

Oh, my head.

Ambassador, your ordered me

to rouse you for the negotiations.

Quietly, though, Vir. Quietly.

My brain feels like it's been sucked out

through my ear.

Get my coat, will you?

Yes, Ambassador!

[Beeping]

Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you all night.

Did you get Mollari's files?

Yes.

Good. I'll be there at once.

No.

Londo may come looking for me here.

I'll meet you on the Zocalo,

near the galactic boutique.

10 minutes.

Don't be late.

[Beeping]

[Beeping]

Ambassador, I really think we need to be going.

Vir, I had a thought.

Why don't you represent our Republic

in the talks today?

Me?

Yes. Why not?

You know the situation as well as I.

It's the perfect opportunity

to get your feet moist, as the Earthlings say.

I actually don't think it's wise idea--

nonsense!

I have every confidence in you, which is why

I am giving you full Ambassadorial authority.

Be proud, my boy.

You are now the voice

of the mighty Centauri empire.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

That's the spirit!

Go now.

I'll be along later to see how you're doing.

And, Vir!

Yes, sir?

Don't give away the homeworld.

No, of course not.

Adira!

Hey! Who are you pushing, cork-face?

Out of my way.

Aah!

Adira!

Adira!

She's not there, Ambassador.

My name is trakis.

We have a great deal in common.

Adira has betrayed us both.

There's a transport leaving for davo tomorrow.

If I can get there, trakis will never find me.

Can you book passage for me?

Of course. And don't worry.

You'll be safe at my place until then.

Adira, a Narn agent?

Ha ha ha!

You must be mad.

She is Centauri.

Don't be a fool, Ambassador.

If those files wind up in the hands of your enemies,

your career and your Republic

will be finished.

And what is your concern in all of this?

I'm simply protecting my interests...

And my property.

She's a slave?

Duly contracted by the laws

of your own Republic. And by those same laws,

as her owner, I can be held responsible

for any crime she commits.

She's used you...

Just as she's used everyone in her life.

You must find her.

Get out.

She lied to you.

She didn't care for you. She--

I said get out!

Commander, are we

to suffer through another long delay,

thanks to the Centauri Ambassador?

Commander.

Ambassador G'Kar.

Where is Ambassador Mollari?

Ambassador Mollari is busy with other important matters.

But he has given me full authority to negotiate

on behalf of the Centauri Republic.

What? Are you serious?

You expect me to negotiate with this--

this...underling?

In the interests of all our governments,

perhaps we can begin the talks

while Ambassador Mollari is found.

Commander, I have done my best to cooperate,

but this latest insult cannot be tolerated!

I shall return...

But when Ambassador Mollari

is here and not before!

In the meantime,

ko'dath will represent the Narn regime.

Thank you, Ambassador.

I shall endeavor

to represent our people

to the best of my ability.

Just don't give away the homeworld.

Keep them talking. I'm going to find Londo

and bring him here.

What if he refuses?

Then I hurt him.

Access to purple files confirmed.

Londo!

Whatever it is, Commander, I don't have the time.

Londo, I don't want to hear about it.

You've turned these talks into a joke,

and that joke may harm a dozen worlds.

I know, I know. I have been a fool,

and all because of a pretty face.

Sinclair, I beseech you. Help me.

What are you talking about?

Adira--she has stolen something from me,

something that could shake the very foundation

of the Centauri Republic and cost me my career.

Have you reported this to security?

No. I can't.

If it becomes official,

my government is certain to hear of it.

This calls for the highest discretion.

And, Sinclair, only you, my good and dear friend,

can help me.

If I do,

will you agree

to my compromise on the euphrates treaty?

Aye.

I'll even seal it with a kiss.

That should make G'Kar's day.

Now let me do the talking.

I know how to handle these types.

Club doesn't open for an hour.

We merely wish to speak with some of the dancers.

This ain't no databank, porky.

You want to see dancers, come back later.

My good fellow, we don't wish to cause any trouble.

Too late, numbo.

Aaargh!

Well, do something.

Huh?

Argo was right about you, ock.

You run things tough.

Argo big belly from red 5...

You know him?

Well enough to know you don't call him that to his face.

Last one who did,

wound up an entree in the alien sector.

Yeah. Argo has a bad temper.

So what is it you want?

We're looking to hire some dancers

for a private show.

Argo said you had the best, but, uh...

He's right.

Norg!

Get the girls out here.

Have yourself a good look.

When you're done, we'll talk price.

I'm stunned. How did you do that?

I like to know all there is to know

about Babylon 5,

and Garibaldi's files are very thorough.

Now this is my department.

Ladies, we need some information

about adira Tyree.

Now, she's not in her quarters,

but it's imperative that we find her

immediately.

Adira has a friend named gera akshi.

They roomed together for a while.

And where might we find that friend?

She lives somewhere in brown 6, I think.

Well?

Many complications.

Price high.

I'll pay for it.

Just have your men

delay Mollari and Sinclair

until you have the girl.

Kill them if you have to.

Trouble maybe.

If there is,

I'll double the price...

When I have the girl

and the data crystal in hand.

How are we going to find

this friend of adira's?

I have a friend or 2 down here myself.

I take it these are not them.

Go!

It's this way!

Damn!

What?

There.

Who sent these men, Londo?

It could only have been trakis, that worm.

[Beep]

Gun 1.

Property secured. Abort mission.

Acknowledged.

They got the woman.

Let's go.

Looks like trakis has you an answer.

Chief, we've had a report of heavy weapon fire

in brown 7.

I want you to check it out.

With pleasure.

Don't worry.

I'll keep watch for your gremlin.

Station one, you may stand down.

Stations 2 through 6, please report.

This is Garibaldi.

Send a team to brown 7, code 10-57 Violet.

Roger, chief.

Computer, monitor gold channels

and locate Lieutenant Commander Ivanova.

Confirmed.

According to the station logs,

nothing's left Babylon 5

for the past 2 hours.

That means adira and your files

are still aboard.

No doubt in the hands of that villain trakis.

I could arrest him.

There are enough charges.

All of which hinge on my testimony.

When the homeworld hears of this,

I will be on a slow ship to oblivion.

Besides, he might harm adira.

Londo, she's the one who got you in this mess.

I know.

I know. There must be some other way.

All right. I have an idea.

[Beep]

Gold channel opened.

All right, Lieutenant gremlin.

This time your butt is mine.

Load icebreaker program and track transmission.

Commencing.

I.c.e. In use.

Icebreaker activated.

Stand by.

Gold channel opened.

He's come out of the coma,

but I'm afraid his condition's much worse.

You'll only have a few minutes at best.

I understand.

Father?

Is that you, Susan?

Yes.

Oh, dear god.

I never thought I'd see your face again.

It makes this easier.

Susan, I know I haven't been the best of fathers to you,

but when your mother passed on

and your brother was killed in the war,

I was too wrapped up in my own grief

to pay attention to your needs,

and when you joined Earthforce against my wishes--

you don't have to say this, father.

Yes. Yes, I must.

There's no more time.

I want you to know...

How proud I am of you, Susan.

I always have been.

But a father should give his daughter love

as well as respect,

and in that...

I failed you.

I'm sorry.

I'm ashamed.

Forgive me.

Thank you...

Dushanka Maria.

Little soul.

You haven't called me that

since I was...

Papa?

Your proposal is most interesting, Commander,

but why should you wish to provide me

with an advantage over Ambassador Mollari?

Not you, Ambassador, us.

My government wants certain concessions

in the euphrates sector, and I'm sure

the Narn will be grateful

for any help.

The gratitude of the Narn

is well-known throughout the galaxy.

But how may I be certain the merchandise is genuine?

Miss Winters will sit in and make sure

the seller is dealing truthfully.

Earth Alliance will pay her fee, of course.

Acceptable.

Then we have a deal.

Let us say rather... An understanding.

I never knew you could be so devious, Commander.

Coming from you, Ambassador,

that's a real compliment.

I won't do it.

It's counter to all Psi-Corps regulations

to interfere in personal matters.

Miss Winters,

the life of a woman is at stake,

to say nothing of my career.

Is he serious about that woman's life?

All right, but I won't break Psi-Corps rules.

The information must come

only from trakis' service thoughts.

No deliberate probes.

But certainly his thoughts

will all be on the deal.

There is a way.

Ambassador G'Kar.

Ahh, great pleasure.

This is miss Winters, our resident telepath.

Telepath? You said nothing about this.

Oh, it's standard procedure in such dealings.

I don't like anyone playing around in my head.

I won't be. My purpose here

is to verify the merchandise.

So it's imperative

that you do not think of anything else,

such as the source of the information,

your intent in selling it,

or where adira Tyree is now.

What?

What is it?

The alien sector, somewhere on level 4.

Security, she's in the alien sector, level 4.

Affirmative.

That is for adira,

and this is for me.

My dear G'Kar, how can I ever thank you?

You have saved my career

and the honor of the entire Centauri Republic.

What?

Oh!

Mr. Garibaldi,

shouldn't you be in brown 7?

It's taken care of.

Is there anything else?

My gremlin made another call,

and this time I tracked it.

And?

You're not gonna believe this,

but it was just what you originally said--

a computer error.

I fixed it,

and I don't think it'll happen again...

Will it?

No, it won't.

Buy you a drink?

I'm on duty.

Garibaldi...

Maybe some other time.

Adira.

Londo.

So you're going back to davo, huh?

Yes.

Well, you should be just in time

for the blooming of the star laces.

Oh, Londo, I...

I never wanted to hurt you.

Adira, I am an old man.

I have been in love many times,

and I have been hurt many times.

I'll survive.

Adira.

Commander Sinclair convinced trakis

to cancel your contract.

He can be a frightening man,

that one.

Londo.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Transport to aries sector now boarding

through gate 3.

That's my ship.

Adira, you could stay.

Now that we have seen beneath our masks,

we could have great times together. We--

Londo, you're sweet,

but the wounds are too fresh.

All right.

Then take this...

And wear it proudly

as a free woman...

And someday...

Come back to me.

Good-bye...

My Ambassador.