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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.