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Pilgrim: You don't understand.

This is my ceremonial blade.

I'm a pilgrim,

here for the sacred day of chu'dag.

I don't care if you're the easter bunny.

You're not bringing this on the station.

The maker of all things will not permit this.

He will allow nothing

to stand between me and the blade.

Yeah? Tell you what.

I'll tie this to a magnetic grapple,

stick it on the station's hull,

and point you to the nearest air lock.

If you can go after it without a breather unit,

you can have it.

You test my faith!

And you're testing my Patience.

Now move on before I decide to flunk out.

I can't believe we got 5 more days

of this to live through.

Don't blame me. Blame Earth Central.

"Say, we've got an idea.

"How about an entire week

"where every alien species on Babylon 5

"is encouraged to demonstrate

"their dominant religious belief?

"It'll advance the cause of interplanetary peace

and understanding." As bad ideas go,

this one's right up there with having my gums extracted.

P.A. announcer: Earth transport Spinoza

will be departing in one hour out of area 9.

All outbound passengers must have tickets and passports.

Never fails.

Chief?

Nothing. Take over.

I got a few things to do.

♪ I'm thinking of thinking of calling her ♪

♪ right after my afternoon nap ♪

♪ I'm thinking of thinking ♪

♪ of sending her flowers ♪

♪ right after Bonnie gets back ♪

♪ so many fishies left in the sea ♪

♪ so many fishies, but no one for me ♪

♪ I'm thinking of thinking of hooking a love ♪

♪ soon after supper is done ♪

[Door chimes]

Yes?

Are you Ambassador G'Kar?

This is Ambassador G'Kar's quarters.

This is Ambassador G'Kar's table.

This is Ambassador G'Kar's dinner.

Which part of this progression escapes you?

My apologies.

I am diplomatic courier tu'pari.

I just arrived on a ship from homeworld.

I was told to give this

only to Ambassador G'Kar.

Well, leave it. I'll look at it later.

I was told it was important.

Yes, I'm sure you were.

[Door opens and closes]

You stay put.

Ohh!

Greetings, Ambassador G'Kar.

It's been a long time,

but I doubt you've forgotten

your old associate du'rog.

I bring what you

doubtless will consider good news.

I am dying.

About time.

In fact... By the time

you get this recording,

I will already be dead.

Cheers.

Ah, but then very shortly,

so will you.

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

10 years after the Earth-Minbari war.

The Babylon project was a dream given form.

Its goal... To prevent another war

by creating a place where humans and aliens

could work out their differences peacefully.

It's a port of call...

Home away from home for diplomats,

hustlers, entrepreneurs,

and wanderers.

Humans and aliens

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

all alone in the night.

It can be a dangerous place.

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

This is the story

of the last of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2258.

The name of the place is...

Du'rog: This should come as no surprise, G'Kar.

You've ruined my family's name

and humiliated me before the council.

Retribution was inevitable.

Ah, but retribution is also expensive.

Properly executed, it would leave me penniless.

But I am a patient man.

I have lived well, and now I will die well.

I have ordered my considerable assets

liquidated upon my death.

The funds will be given to someone

eminently qualified to kill you.

You will be dead within 48 hours

of receiving this message.

Already, my agent is close to you.

You will not know who, or how, or where,

until it is too late.

It pleases me to know

that you will live in fear, G'Kar,

but not for long.

[Sinister laughter]

[Beep]

Someone close to me?

[Chimes]

Come.

Diplomatic attaché Na'Toth

reporting for duty.

Your new aide, Ambassador.

[Chimes]

Sinclair: Come.

Commander.

Garibaldi.

I thought you'd be in full dress by now.

Londo's going to host a demonstration

of Centauri religious ceremonies.

From what I've heard, it helps to be on time.

Commander, I just thought--

apparently, these things can last up to a week--

eating, purging, eating, purging.

Catherine's on board.

Ah.

I just saw her come through customs.

Thought I'd let you know before you

ran into her or something.

I appreciate that.

Unless you want to see her.

No, no.

That's all right. Thanks.

Mike...

Was she with anyone?

No, not that I could see.

[Festive music playing in background]

Delenn...

Is it not magnificent?

Ha ha ha!

It's, uh, quite... Elaborate.

It's a celebration of life.

It comes from a time in our world's history

when 2 dominant species were fighting for supremacy,

our people and a species we called xon.

At year's end, we'd count how many

of our people survived

and we'd celebrate our good fortune.

And what happened to the xon?

Dead, all of them, and good riddance.

Do you know what the last xon said

just before he died?

Aah!

Ha ha!

Isn't that funny?

Can I kill him now?

Let me get back to you.

You sure you don't want to see her?

Absolutely.

Ahh, val-toooo!

All: Val-too!

Oh, come on!

Commander, loosen up!

You're supposed to enjoy yourself!

I am. Words just can't express

how much I'm enjoying this.

Londo, Londo...

Tell me, what are all these statues?

Ah, our household gods.

In a world where every day

is a struggle for survival,

you need all the gods you can get.

Where is she?

Business area, blue 3.

Here, here. This...

Oh! Whoa!

This is venzen, god of food.

And...

Li...

Goddess of passion.

And mogroth...

God of the underworld

and protector of front doors.

Gods by the bushel!

Gods by the pound!

Gods for all occasions!

Have I ever told you

that you are very cute for a Minbari?

Oh, and you are cute, too,

in an annoying sort of way.

Everybody's cute!

♪ Everybody's cute ♪

Even me.

But in purple...

I'm stunning!

Ah...

He has become one with his inner self!

He's passed out.

That, too.

Commander, would you like some more?

Commander... Commander?

This is yours.

It's been a pleasure.

Yes.

Thank you.

Ivanova: Commander.

Hello, Jeff.

Catherine.

I didn't know you were in charge of the station

until I got here.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have come.

I keep my promises. You know that.

I'll leave now if you want me to.

No, no, I don't.

You're obviously here to do business,

and that's what Babylon 5 is here for.

It's not a problem.

Good.

Good.

Um, how have you been?

Fine. Busy.

Yes, I can imagine.

You've done well. I'm glad.

How's Carolyn?

Good, last I heard.

She and I went our separate ways

about a year ago. She wanted me

to quit and go into business with her

as trader, but that's not me.

No, it's not.

Ivanova: Commander Sinclair. Commander?

I don't mean to alarm you,

but your pants are talking to you.

I know, it's just--

yes, you're a busy man. Well...

I'll let you and your pants get back to your business,

and I'll get back to mine.

Take care, Jeff.

Catherine...

As long as you're on stopover,

if you don't have any other plans,

how about dinner?

Jeff, please.

Just dinner.

This is my station,

and I'm... Very proud of her.

I'd like to show you around a little

if you have time.

This is how we get into trouble every 3 years.

All right.

Just dinner.

I'd give you my berth number,

but I suspect you already know how to find me...

Commander.

Something, Ambassador?

Just thinking about last week.

The unfortunate accident with an airlock

that caused the sudden demise

of my first aide ko d'ath.

Yes.

Very sudden.

Who did you say sponsored you

to be my attaché?

Councilor li'dak, fifth circle.

Ah, then you must know

his own sponsor du'rog.

Oh, no, I've never met him.

You seem very certain

about someone you've never met.

In all your dealings with the kah-ri,

isn't it possible that you once met

someone named councilor du'rog?

Anything is possible.

Yes! Anything!

What would you say if told you that

councilor du'rog had hired someone

to kill me? Someone close to me?

Ambassador, with all due respect,

if it were me,

you wouldn't be here for us to have this conversation.

Except, of course, du'rog wants to

prolong my discomfort

for the next 48 Earth hours.

The last thing he wants is a quick death.

How can you be sure there is an assassin on board?

What if he only told you this to frighten you?

Unlikely.

As you said, anything is possible.

If he wanted the best,

he would have gone to the assassin's guild

to get a killer.

It is a tradition with the thenta makur

to leave a black flower near his victim as a warning

so they can get their affairs in order.

Have you received a death blossom?

No.

Then I wouldn't worry.

Get some sleep, Ambassador.

I'm sure the question

will resolve itself soon enough.

[Sniffing]

Aah!

And you have no idea

how that got into my bed?

Ambassador, it is not my place to speculate

on how anything gets into your bed.

Your reputed fascination with Earth women,

for instance...Heh!

If you're worried,

why don't you go to the Commander?

He could protect you.

I fight my own battles!

I survived our war of independence,

5 years on the council,

and 2 prior assassination attempts!

I can survive this!

And asking for help would require explaining

why councilor du'rog wanted me dead.

This would lead to some unfortunate revelations

about my years on the council,

revelations that could affect my position.

Ah.

Personally, I don't care

if the information comes out.

My only concern is that it might compromise

our standing in the negotiations,

so we have to handle this quietly

for the sake of planetary security.

Of course.

Ambassador...

If you suspect that I'm involved,

why are you telling me all of this?

Earthers have a phrase.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

I believe they stole it from us.

Either way, I look forward

to strengthening our relationship.

Now, I must find the courier

who brought me this message.

I believe his name was tu'pari.

I must find out who gave it to him.

Oh, he's probably left the station by now.

No ships for Narn have left

since yesterday afternoon.

He's still here.

Finding him will be your first test.

Meanwhile, I will arrange for a little protection.

I thought you weren't going

to tell the Earthers about this.

I'm not.

P.A. announcer: Earth Alliance transport Southern passage

is in its final boarding stages

before departure to arturas 4

at boarding area 1-9.

[Announcement repeated in alien language]

Satai Delenn?

Lennier of the third Fane of Chudomo.

I--i was sent.

Yes. I've been expecting you.

You can look up,

Lennier of the third Fane of Chudomo.

It is forbidden.

I cannot have an aide who will not look up.

You will be forever walking into things.

Please.

Better.

Now come.

Forgive me if--if I'm slow, satai Delenn,

but this is--is all quite new to me.

To go from a simple novitiate

to--to working with one of the Grey Council...

Your teachers spoke well of you.

You will adjust.

You can begin by promising

not to mention the Grey Council again

during your stay.

No one here knows of my connection.

No one must find out.

But... To deny the council--

I'm denying nothing!

But it would lead to certain questions

that I don't want to answer just now.

You will not use my title satai.

You will address me only as Delenn.

Do you understand?

No, but...

Understanding is not required,

only obedience.

Good. Your arrival is well-timed.

We are having an exchange of ideas,

displaying our rituals, our religions,

and our sacred days. You can help

with a demonstration of Minbari religion.

The third Fane of Chudomo

has served with honor for 500 years.

I will not disappoint you, sat--

Delenn.

Then I am content.

Now tell me of home, Lennier.

I have been away far too long.

You wish...Protection?

Yes!

Mighty Narn empire...

Soldiers...guns...

And you come to n'grath?

I need a bodyguard!

Someone who isn't from my own world!

It avoids certain complications.

Expensive.

Oh, just name your price!

I have to attend the Minbari ceremony

in 2 Earth hours!

Will you have someone by then?

Is this...Satisfactory?

Oh, ho ho, yes!

Catherine: It's been so long since I've seen you

out of uniform, I'd almost forgotten what you look like.

Isn't this a breach of protocol?

Sinclair: I'm off duty.

I thought you were never off duty.

Maybe you didn't know me

as well as you think.

You're right, I didn't. But whose fault was that?

Catherine--

Commander, how are you, sir? It's good to see you.

And you.

David will be your waiter tonight.

Thank you.

I have to confess I was surprised to see you here.

I don't see why.

It seems like we run into each other

about every 2 or 3 years.

Half the time, I'm with someone else

or you're with someone else. The other half--

the other half, the dance goes something like this.

We meet, renew acquaintances,

talk about old times at the academy.

You ask about my aunt, I ask about your brother.

We lie about not missing each other,

and we end up in bed together,

and then you leave.

Or you leave. Last time it was you.

No, it wasn't.

Yes, it was. No!

Was it?

You're right.

Last time it was me.

Oh, god! Who can keep it all straight anymore?

Funny, I was just thinking about you the other day,

wondering what you were doing.

I usually think about you in summer.

I think about you in the fall.

We never could agree on anything.

I still have your letters.

The long battles, the brief truces,

the longer silences,

punctuated by moments of passion

that we both end up regretting.

I read them from time to time

to remind myself why we shouldn't get together again

and why I shouldn't miss being with you.

I think we jumped ahead. We're supposed to

reminisce about the academy

and ask about old friends first, remember?

No, not this time.

I don't think that's a good idea.

We're not good for each other.

I know. It was always

3 parts passion,

2 parts teeth with us.

Exactly. Can't go through all that again.

I agree.

How's your aunt?

How's your brother?

Oh, god, I can't believe

I'm going through all this with you again.

Neither can I.

I see such trouble.

Delenn: "Will you follow me into fire,

"into storm...

"Into darkness...

Into death?"

And the nine said,

"yes."

Then do this in testimony to the one who will follow,

who will bring death

couched in the promise of new life,

and renewal

disguised as defeat.

[Harp plays]

From birth...

Through death and renewal...

You must put aside old things...

Old fears...

Old lives.

This is your death...

The death of flesh...

The death of pain.

The death of yesterday.

[Harp plays]

Taste of it.

And be not afraid...

For I am with you

to the end of time.

Taste of it.

And so...

It begins.

Where is he?!

I was told a bodyguard would be at the ceremony!

I was all alone!

Ambassador--

taste of your own death, indeed!

Ambassador!

The other room.

What in the world are you doing here?

You were supposed to meet me at the Minbari ceremony!

Well, i--

ohh!

Let me see if I've got this straight.

You just came in

and found this guy dead in your bedroom?

That's right.

And you've never seen him before.

You have no idea what he was doing here.

Yes. We've already gone over all this.

I'm just trying to get your story down, Ambassador.

It's not my story, it's the truth!

When this individual was killed,

I was at the Minbari ceremony

with you, remember?

Yeah, I remember. And I also remember

you looking pretty distracted the whole time.

Yours?

Oh!

Get out!

Don't push, Ambassador.

Unless you've heard otherwise,

I'm still head of security.

And under the terms of our treaty,

diplomatic quarters are considered foreign soil.

Since I have full diplomatic immunity,

I don't have to answer any of your questions.

I brought you here as a courtesy.

If I were you, I'd spend a little more time

finding out who killed that individual

and a little less time

engaging in your usual...Harassment.

You're right, Ambassador.

My apologies. Hmph!

Let me know when you've finished.

I want a full report.

Yes, sir.

And just let me say, Ambassador,

from the bottom of my heart...

Hot pink is definitely your color.

Oh!

P.A. announcer: Departure for Mars colony

on norkin lines transport 7...

Are you courier tu'pari?

Yes.

Come with me.

I am needed on homeworld.

I have my orders.

So do I. I'm already an hour late

in bringing you to Ambassador G'Kar,

which gives us something in common.

If you do not come with me,

you will be the late courier tu'pari.

And I came across another likely candidate

over in grid Epsilon, coordinates 471-18-25.

It's a class 2 planetoid,

not enough atmosphere

to sustain any kind of sentient life.

Mineral content?

High levels of platinum, durinium.

You name it, it's there.

Good. We have some good news, by the way.

Yes, you hit the big time.

I don't understand.

The last planet that you surveyed for us

turned up a substantial amount of quantium 40.

Yes, and under the terms of the contract,

you are entitled to a piece of the profit.

And...

How's that look to you?

Ohh! Oh, my.

Well, we've gotta catch our next flight

back to Earth. I imagine you'll want to be

celebrating your good fortune.

Good day, Ms. Sakai.

We'll see you back at the hub.

Great. Thanks.

Whew.

Cheers.

[Door chimes]

Come.

The courier tu'pari, Ambassador,

as you requested

ah, good.

I do wish to speak to him alone

if you don't mind, Na'Toth.

[Gasps]

Who gave you the data crystal

that you delivered to me yesterday?

The message was from councilor du'rog.

Du'rog is dead!

Someone had to give it to you on his orders! Who?

Councilor shu'toth.

The father of my attaché Na'Toth.

The danger is much closer to you

than you think, Ambassador.

Computer voice: I am become a name,

for always roaming with a hungry heart,

much have I seen and known.

Cities of men and manners

climates, councils, governments,

myself, not least, but honored of them all

and drunk delight of battle with my peers.

[Door chimes]

Pause.

Come.

[Door opens]

Do you know how expensive things are in this station?

500 credits just for a loaf of bread, a jug of wine,

and some antarean flarn.

Catherine--

I just got some terrific news.

And I'm tired of not having

anyone to share it with.

Tennyson?

Jeff, you've been caught on that one

since the academy. What's it take

to drag you into the 23rd century?

We find meaning where you can.

Oh, and which are you?

"An idle king doling unequal laws

"unto a savage race

that hoard and sleep and feed and know not you,"

or "this gray spirit

"yearning in desire to follow knowledge

"like a...

Sinking star?"

I didn't know you'd memorized it?

I lived with you for a year.

I didn't have much choice.

Do you have something to open this with?

Catherine,I'm not sure this is a good idea.

Don't do this to me.

We just got over each other.

Who says?

Who says I got over you and you got over me?

You don't just turn it off like a switch.

Yes, I stopped sleeping on one just side of the bed

but only because you weren't there.

I'd think about you

and get angry at myself for being a fool.

And then when I saw you yesterday, i--

what do you want from me?

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I don't know anything anymore.

I just didn't want to celebrate alone.

Maybe I needed you.

Maybe I just needed someone,

and right now, for this one moment,

I don't care.

Don't send me away.

Don't make me feel like a fool.

I couldn't do that.

[Sighs]

You have to know me better than that.

Maintenance voice: Commander.

It's all right. Go.

Yes?

We've got an environmental brown-out in green 2.

We need authorization

to reroute power from sensors

until we fix the couplers.

Fine. Fine. Authorization granted.

[Com line closes]

I should go. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come.

Catherine.

You can have the flarn. I never--

don't.

Don't touch me unless you mean it.

And I wish to formally request

that my attaché Na'Toth

be reassigned immediately to another sector.

I want her picked up for transport within the hour.

Confirmed, Ambassador.

I've been told to convey our apologies

for the delay in dispatches.

What delay?

Our courier ru'dak

met with an unfortunate accident

the day he was scheduled to leave for Babylon 5.

We have not yet found a replacement.

What are you talking about?

The courier is right here. I--

unh!

You should sleep.

You'll have to get up soon.

I'm fine.

It's been a long road, hasn't it?

The academy,

the war...

And here we are making the same mistakes

all over again.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Well, at least we have tonight.

In a few hours, you'll be the busy Commander again,

so let's enjoy it while we can.

If there were a problem, they'd tell you.

Tu'pari: Ahh. You're awake.

Good.

That will make this far more entertaining.

Aah!

Aah!

Those are paingivers

on your neck and wrists, Ambassador.

If you come within 10 feet of me while wearing them,

you will experience pain

such as you cannot conceive.

Come within 5 feet, and they will kill you.

What do you want?

My orders are quite specific.

Ahem.

Ah.

"You are to know pain."

"You are to know fear,

and then you are to die at the required hour."

I confess,

I'll be happy when this assignment is finished.

Allaying the target's suspicions

can be so time-consuming.

Do you have any idea

how long I sat in the customs area

waiting for Na'Toth to find me?

Whatever you want,

whatever you were paid,

whatever the price, I can double it.

Yes.

I imagine you could make me extremely wealthy,

but to betray a commission

would violate the spirit of the thenta makur,

and then they would have to kill me.

It's unfortunate,

but we must all make

our little sacrifices, Ambassador.

I have made mine...

And you are about to make yours.

Ambassador?

Ambassador G'Kar!

Re-establish contact with last transmission.

Computer voice: Confirmed. Standby.

The pain must be overwhelming.

Why hold it in?

Cry out, Ambassador.

With luck, someone will hear you.

I would die...

Before giving you

that satisfaction.

As you wish.

Uhh.

[Gun charges up]

Na'toth.

I'm glad to see my instincts were correct.

I knew you'd need complete privacy for this,

so once I determined which of the transport tubes

had suddenly broken down,

it wasn't hard to figure out where you were.

This is none of your affair, Na'Toth.

Leave while you can.

Not until I've done what I came here to do.

I'm your backup, tu'pari,

hired to finish the job

in case you failed.

I wasn't told about a backup.

No, the primary never is.

Standard practice in the assassin's guild,

as you well know.

Why should I believe you?

Hmm, I see you're using paingivers.

Crude,

unimaginative,

and much too quick.

Our orders were to prolong his discomfort

every moment until the deadline.

And what would you recommend?

Na'toth.

At your service, Ambassador.

And this is the part

where I'm supposed to decide I trust you,

drop my guard, and let you shoot me in the back.

Sorry, but I can't take the chance

that you're lying.

You're making a mistake.

Perhaps.

Aah!

Uhh!

That hurt.

Ambassador, it was the only way

to disable the paingivers.

I had to hit them as hard as possible

as often as possible

and still make it appear as though

I were beating you into another incarnation.

And you didn't enjoy it in the least?

I didn't say that.

What are you going to do with tu'pari?

[Chuckles]

Well, well, you're finally awake.

Ohh!

I was afraid the injection wouldn't wear off

for another day or so.

Another--another day?

It's been nearly 72 Earth hours

since you were knocked out.

You missed your deadline.

Most unfortunate.

But to make up for it, I went ahead

and deposited a substantial amount of money

to your personal account back home.

No! The thenta makur...

They'll think I betrayed my commission,

sold out our principles.

They will kill me.

Yes, they will, won't they?

I imagine they're already on their way.

Actually, they should be here in about one hour.

It would be even more unfortunate

if they were to find you here

when they arrived.

Oh, yes. Happily, I'm safe

because the commission was yours alone,

and they're so scandalized by your actions

that they'd just as soon forget

the whole thing ever happened.

Except for the part about killing him.

Except for that, yes.

P.A. announcer: Alpha 7 transport

now departing from bay 3.

Passengers will please begin boarding procedure.

That's your flight.

I suggest you board quickly.

With luck, they may never find you,

but if they do, you will know pain...

And you will know fear...

And then you will die. Have a pleasant flight.

And when you took his spectacles

and smashed them on the floor I thought--

Ambassador, enjoying the last day

of the festival?

More than you could possibly imagine.

Good day.

He's in a good mood. Who knows,

maybe Earth Central is right

about this festival idea.

I can't believe how quiet

it's been the last day or so.

Guess I'm your good luck charm.

You sure you have to go?

Oh, it's just for a few days.

I have to make a survey run

through the deneb sector by next Tuesday

or I lose the commission.

See you when I get back?

I'm not leaving this time.

Neither am I.

This should be interesting.

[Laughs]

So have you figured out yet

what you're going to do for a demonstration

of Earth's dominant belief system?

Not yet. I don't know how

I'm gonna top the Minbari rituals.

Bells, drums, robes,

and little pieces of fruit.

Red fruit?

Yeah.

And was there a serious exchange of looks?

Yes.

It's supposed to be part of the rebirth ceremony.

What?

Oh, it's a rebirth ceremony, all right.

It also doubles

as a marriage ceremony.

Depending on how seriously

anyone took it.

Somebody got married the other day.

Maybe that's why G'Kar is smiling.

Funny. I didn't think Londo was his type.

See you next Wednesday?

Try and stop me.

Jeff...

You think we'll get it right this time?

I don't know.

Fair enough.

Mr. Garibaldi--

I know.

He said it'd be just a few more minutes.

Exactly what sort of demonstration

does he have planned?

Unknown. He wouldn't even tell us.

He just said it would showcase

Earth's dominant belief system.

I don't hear any drums.

Or bells.

Or chants.

Are you sure that we've come to the right place?

That's it. I'm leaving.

This is where he said to wait,

and this is where we're waiting.

Sinclair: All right,

we're all set.

If you'll come this way.

Hmm.

This is Mr. Harris. He's an atheist.

Father Cresanti, a Roman catholic.

Mr. Hayakawa, a zen Buddhist.

Mr. Rashid, a Muslim.

Mr. Rosenthal, an orthodox Jew.

Running elk, of the Oglala Sioux faith.

Father Papapoulous, a Greek orthodox.

O-gee-gee-ko of the Ibo tribe.

Macuriak, a Eupik Eskimo.

Sabawa, of the Jivaro tribe.

Isnapula, a Bantu.

Ms. Chang, a Taoist.

Mr. Blacksmith, an Aborigine.

Ms. Yamamoto, a Shinto.

Ms. Naigo, a Maori.

Mr. Koh, a Hindu.

Ms. Apune...

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