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--reporting a 15 percent drop in station
revenue over the past two months.

Why the drop?

We've had a lot of military
transports come lately...

...forcing us to route
some commercial traffic elsewhere.

It's only temporary.
We should be back on track soon.

Good. Good. Anything else?

Just one last item,
which also affects the station budget.

Since we've been running
at a deficit for a while and....

I thought you would have heard
about it by now.

Heard about what?

Well, space on Babylon 5
is at a premium.

The larger the living quarters,
the more Earth can charge for rent.

They've decided that our quarters
are larger than necessary.

They want us to relocate to smaller
quarters or start paying rent.

-Rent?
-Yes, sir.

Thirty credits a week.
Starting immediately.

-And this "us" would be...?
-You and me, yes.

-Everyone else is to code.
-Oh, yeah?

Tell them they can take a flying--

It's only 30 credits a week, sir.
It's not that much.

I don't care if it's one credit a week.
I don't care if it's one credit a month.

-It's the principle.
-Some of the smaller quarters are nice.

Ivanova, I am not moving,
and I am not paying the rent.

-And neither are you.
-Sir?

We can't let them divide us on this.
It is wrong.

We are on call 24 hours a day, seven days
a week, busting our butts for Earth...

...and now they want to charge us
for an extra five square feet?

Seven feet.

Whatever.

I'll go live in Downbelow
before I'll pay them a penny.

And you can tell those bean counters
that they can go to hell.

-And that's for both of us.
-Yes, sir.

And it was starting out to be
such a nice, quiet little day.

This is unnecessary, you know.

If you'd just give us the information
we need, we could stop this.

We don't blame you. You fell
under the influence of outsiders.

They used you
and then abandoned you.

You mean nothing to them.

You were raised by the Corps,
clothed by the Corps.

We are your father and your mother.

Don't force us to do this.

We know there is an underground railroad
helping unregistered telepaths.

We know you gave them
access to our files.

Who was your contact?
Who's running the operation?

I don't know.

We never use names.

But you know where they're going,
don't you?

There has to be a central clearing-house
for the underground railroad. Where is it?

Mary had a little lamb

Lamb

Fleece was white as snow

Everywhere that Mary went
"The lamb was sure to"--

Where?

-He's dead.
-Doesn't matter.

I caught it, just before he died.

Betrayed by his final thoughts.

Babylon 5.

The Babylon Project was our last,
best hope for peace.

"A self"-"contained world, five miles long,"
located in neutral territory.

A place of commerce and diplomacy...

...for a quarter of a million
humans and aliens.

A shining beacon in space,
all alone in the night.

It was the dawn
of the Third Age of mankind.

The year the Great War
came upon us all.

This is the story of the last
of the Babylon stations.

The year is 2259.
The name of the place is Babylon 5.

-You sure you know what you're doing?
-Absolutely.

Those paper pushers back home
probably figure...

...that since I'm new I'll go along with this
whole rent idea to make everybody happy.

Well, that's how it starts, believe me.

They nibble a little here,
a little there.

Next thing you know, you're not
in charge of your own command.

No taxation without representation.

-Give me liberty or give me death.
-Abso-fragging-Iutely.

Bunch of butt-scratching,
hand-wringing...

...penny-pinching pinheads.
All of them.

Thirty credits a week.

Let them cut back on those expense-account
lunches, then come talk to me.

-Right?
-Right.

-Yeah.
-You're doomed, you know.

We'll see.

Well, if you need a place to stay,
I've got a spare cot at my place.

-You've got a spare cot?
-Yeah.

I don't even have a spare cot.
How the hell do you rate one?

Well, I requisitioned it
for medical purposes.

Damn. Always knew
I should've been a doctor.

Captain, there you are.
I was looking for you.

May I speak with you
for a moment, privately?

Of course.

-Why don't you go ahead. I'll catch up.
-Of course.

Ambassador.

So, what can I do for you?

I was wondering if you could help me....

This is difficult.

If you could help me better understand
what it is to be human.

What?

Though I now look more like you,
I'm not one of you.

And if I am to be a bridge of understanding
between humans and Minbari...

...it would help if I knew
more about you people.

I see. So, what would you suggest?

-Dinner.
-Dinner?

Dinner. In all my time here,
I have rarely sat and just talked...

...with you or with any other human.
And I think that I would like to.

-Talk about what?
-Anything. Everything.

Except business and negotiations...

...and whose trade agreement
is being most unfair to the others.

Just talk.

All right.

I'll set it up
and get back to you.

-This evening okay?
-Perfect.

-Until then, captain.
-Ambassador.

One day they're shooting at you, the next
day they're taking you out to dinner.

What a universe.

Babylon 5 control.

A Psi Corps representative requests an
immediate appointment with command staff.

Roger that.

For some time now we have been
aware of an underground railroad...

...smuggling unregistered telepaths
away from Earth...

...to the outer colonies
where the Corps can't reach them.

Well, so far I don't see a problem.

The problem, Commander lvanova...

...is that unregistered telepaths
are a security risk.

The Corps helps to ensure their safety
and the privacy of normals.

We believe the underground railroad
is operating through Babylon 5.

It must be closed down.

We'd appreciate your cooperation,
captain.

I'd like to talk to my people
for a moment.

Of course.

Well, you've been pretty quiet.

Is he right or isn't he?

Technically?

Yeah, I suppose.

We're obliged to uphold the laws of Earth
Alliance. It doesn't mean we have to like it.

If there is some kind of illegitimate
travel going through here...

...it's a threat to station security.

Come on, you can't tell me
you agree with this.

-You want to help them?
-Want has nothing to do with it.

The law is the law.

It's damn ironic, isn't it?

The Corps got started because
we were afraid of telepaths.

Now they're victims
of our own fears.

We took away
every right they had...

...and shoved them into a big black box
called Psi Corps.

Now look at them.
Black uniforms, jackboots, giving orders.

Some days, they scare
the hell out of me.

If you ask me, we created
our own monster.

And maybe we deserve it.

All right, give him whatever help
he needs. But keep an eye on him.

By the way, captain, I suggest
you check the files on Mr. Bester.

We had a few problems with him last year
involving a rogue telepath named Ironheart.

You might want to find out a little
bit more about who you're dealing with.

I think they'll do as we ask.

-You seem awfully confident.
-I am.

Did you scan them?

Ms. Winters, you know the rules against
scanning normals without their permission.

So are you scanning me?

-You'd notice.
-Not if it was just a surface scan.

I'd only do that if I suspected you
were doing something inappropriate.

-Are you?
-No. Of course not.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Murderer! Murderer!

What's wrong?

-You didn't hear that?
-What?

Open up. Drop the walls. Listen.

Sorry, it's all background noise.

They're here.

I was right.

He's here all right.
I saw him.

-Did he sense you?
-I don't know. Maybe.

Look, we knew this was gonna
happen sooner or later.

What we have to do now is warn
the runner and get the hell out of here.

I know.

I know, Bester will try to stop us...

...so we don't have any choice.
We have to kill him.

I apologize for being late, captain.

I decided that as part of learning
more about humans...

...I would try to dress like one tonight.

I hope it does not offend you.

No, no, not at all.

It's very attractive.

Please.

Something I can do for you?

It appears my choice was successful.

The woman who sold me this...

...told me that I would definitely
"turn heads."

Yeah, well, if they turned much further,
you'd be sued for whiplash.

-What would you like to start with?
-Start with?

I don't know.

This is all so new to me.

What would you recommend?

Well, let's see what we have.

Hey, Michael!

Over here.

-Can I talk to you for a second?
-Is this official business?

-Yeah, it's--
-Hey, everybody!

Garibaldi's here on official business!

Well, then...

...next round's on Mr. Garibaldi!

You know the rules.

No official business inside Earhart's
or you buy everybody drinks.

I know, I know, but I was kind of
hoping to talk to you on the q.t.

-Oops.
-Yeah, oops.

So, what can I do for you?

I need a contact inside
the underground railroad.

Great. Good hunting to you.

-What have I got to do with it?
-Come on, lvanova, this is me.

And you're so cute when you're worried
about investigating someone close to you.

This time you're dead wrong.

There's no love lost between me
and the Psi Corps...

...but I've got nothing to do with this.

You look like you just swallowed a bug.

An operation like this couldn't work
without support from someone inside.

I figured it was you.

-Nuts.
-Well, have a good time figuring it out.

I'm gonna go back to my quarters
and get some sleep.

That's the other thing
I wanted to talk to you about.

After we cleaned up the debris,
I told him, "Mac...

...if you ever bring that cat
within 15 feet of me again...

...I will have you both up on charges."

We do not have cats on Minbar.
We have gokks.

-Gokks?
-Gokks.

I think such creatures
are an attempt by the universe...

...to make sure that we never
take ourselves too seriously.

You know, it's funny.

When I think of Minbari,
I don't generally think of them laughing.

Is that part of the change
you've gone through or...?

We believe that no race can be
truly intelligent without laughter.

In temple, we spend one whole year
just learning how to appreciate humor.

This must seem very strange to you.

No other race we've encountered
has anything similar.

Then you're in for a big shock.

Back on Earth,
we have the laughing Buddha.

Then there's the school of Zen mysticism
that teaches enlightenment through laughter.

It would appear that we have much more
in common than we imagined.

Yeah.

Who'd have thought?

Ms. Winters. Good.

I know it's late.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I've been thinking about our last experience
together, that Jason Ironheart situation...

...and now this.

I've been more than a little rude to you,
and I'd like to make up for it.

As our representative on Babylon 5,
we should know each other a little better.

Perhaps you'd join me
for breakfast tomorrow morning.

I'll be there.

Good.

Good night, Ms. Winters.

His name is Jason Ironheart.

We were lovers.

Do you know what it's like
when telepaths make love, commander?

There is no more Jason.

I am something else.

-I am becoming....
-Becoming what?

Everything.

He came to say goodbye, commander.

He came to say goodbye.

I give you a gift.

The only gift I have to give.

He's been in my mind twice today.

Why hasn't he seen this?

Was that the other part
of the gift?

Forget it.

-They've been sealed.
-What?

Direct orders from Earth Central.

Our quarters have been sealed until
we move to smaller quarters...

...or begin paying rent
on the bigger ones.

Garibaldi let me know.

If they think that they are gonna
pressure me like this, they're wrong.

-You got something to jimmy this?
-I already tried it on my door.

Set off the sprinklers,
scrambled the lock codes...

...and scared the hell out of security.

I was just on my way to rent a room.

No. No way in hell.

That's just as bad as paying them
for using our own quarters.

No, sir.

Millions for defense,
but not one penny for tribute.

All right, then, what do you suggest?

Again.

They can't scan us
if they don't catch us.

We just have to make
sure we don't get caught.

That's what Jensen thought.

And just before he died, he cracked.
We can't afford it. Do it again.

Mary had a little lamb
Her fleece was white as snow

And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go

Mary had a little lamb
Her fleece was white as snow

And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go

-Comfortable?
-Couldn't be better.

Good.

Gotta take a hard line
with these people, Susan.

Can't show a moment's weakness.

Yes, sir.

I heard a good one today.

How many Minbari does it take
to screw in a light bulb?

I don't know, sir. How many Minbari
does it take to screw in a light bulb?

None. They always surrender right
before they finish the job...

...and they never tell you why.

Knock-knock.

-Who's there?
-Kosh.

-Kosh who?
-Gesundheit.

I thought that was a good one.

Were you like this
when you were married?

Yeah.

The woman was a saint.

Well, at least I'm an intelligent life form,
according to the Minbari.

I think I like that.

I think I like that a lot.

So obviously things back home have been
a little tense ever since the president died.

Yes, it was quite a blow here too.

Do they ever talk about what happened?

-The captain, the others?
-Sometimes.

Why? According to the news,
it was an accident.

And so it was.

Still, if you could keep an eye
on things for us, we'd--

-"Almost ready."
-"In position?"

He's made us.

Get down!

They must be getting desperate
to try something like this.

They know we're on to them.
Why else would they try to kill me?

Is this a multiple-choice question?

-What about Talia?
-As far as I know, she got out.

You mean you haven't heard from her
since the attack?

No, but I'm sure she's fine.
It's me they were after.

Unless they took her
in order to get to you.

Has that ever occurred to you
now that you've saved your own skin?

Won't do them any good.

She doesn't know anything
that could hurt me or the Corps.

Doesn't get it, does he?

The hell with what she knows.
She could be dead right now!

Garibaldi!

You should've told us she was missing
when you called in.

If you're this worried, Mr. Garibaldi...

...I suggest you double your efforts
to find these people.

You've got two bodies to start with.

Make the best of them.

It's too risky.

-"She's with the Psi Corps."
-"Have to kill her before she identifies us."

Wait.

We don't want to hurt you.

We will if we have to,
but we don't want to.

You're only hurting yourselves.

The Corps is here to protect you.

I don't believe that.
Neither do you.

-That's not true.
-It will be.

Very soon.
You're almost there.

Almost where?

What do you want from me?

We want you...

...to understand.

I just heard from
the underground railroad.

They've got Talia.
No, no, no, she's okay.

They haven't hurt her,
and they don't intend to.

They want to arrange a meeting between
you and the head of the operation.

Just you, nobody else.

And if anyone else shows,
the meeting's off.

And if I don't come,
what happens to Talia?

Nothing. This isn't
a hostage situation, captain.

The situation
is spinning out of control.

They're trying to find a way out
without anyone getting hurt.

And you think I can trust them?

-Yes.
-Why?

I can't tell you right now.

I guess you're just gonna
have to trust me.

All right. When and where?

--and I guess that's how they found
my brother before they found me.

They said he could either join the Corps,
go into a relocation camp...

...or take the sleepers, so he wouldn't
accidentally violate the privacy of normals.

Well, he took the sleepers.

It shut off his talent, but it didn't stop him
from speaking out against the Corps.

He wrote the Senate, the media...

...got interviewed by ISN...

...till one day when they came
to give him his injection.

He closed his eyes and never woke up.

-The Corps doesn't murder its own.
-I was there.

All you need to do
is scan me to see for yourself.

-I don't want to.
-You're afraid to.

The Corps raised me,
gave me everything I have.

And took away everything
you were born with.

Took away your freedom.
You wear that badge and those gloves...

...every day of your life
while you're out among normals.

Keeps you separate from them.
From each other. Dependent. Afraid.

-You're distorting everything.
-Am I?

Bester shot your friend Ironheart.

But, hey, he was a rogue.
A runaway, just like us.

But that's not the worst.

-You wanted to see me?
-Wanted to?

Not really.
But I guess I have to, don't I?

Mr. Garibaldi, I know we've had
our problems in the past.

But I'm not the enemy.
We have the same concerns, you and I.

We want to protect our own
and protect Earth.

Would it interest you to know
that I'm married, Mr. Garibaldi?

That I have a 5-year-old daughter?

That on Sundays when I'm back home,
we pack a picnic lunch...

...and go out under the dome on
"Syria Planum" and watch the stars come out?

Hardly the description of a monster.

Smooth. You're getting good at this.

One of these days I might even be
convinced that you're human.

Here's the information you asked for.

The two shooters were living
in Downbelow like I figured.

It's tough to track expenses
down there. Most of it's barter.

They were both living
in the same level.

Probably wanted to stick close
together for mutual protection.

Which means.... The others
might be there as well.

That's what I figured.
I'm putting a team together.

We'll pick you up in an hour,
and we'll go in together.

-That's together. Clear?
-Of course.

My talent woke up when I hit puberty.

The Corps took me in,
said I was a P-11 ...

...as high as you can go
before they turn you into a Psi Cop.

After two years, they picked
another P-11 and said I had to marry him.

They wanted to increase the odds
of breeding a P-12 or higher.

I refused.

One night, I woke up...

...heard voices...

...something soft over my face.

Felt hands lifting me out of bed.

The next morning, they tried
to tell me it was all just a dream.

Four weeks later,
I discovered I was pregnant.

Oh, my God.

When she was born,
they took her from me.

As soon as I could walk,
I escaped from the hospital.

I never saw my baby again.

Maybe the Corps served
a function a long time ago.

Now it's something else.

I know it. You know it.

We can't let it go on this way.

So, what do you expect me to do?

Snap my fingers
and make it all go away?

You're asking me to take everything
I believe and turn it upside down.

Why?

Why are you telling me this?

Because you're special.

How do you know?

Your friend Ironheart...

...was my friend too.

They experimented on both of us.

They pushed me up here. They made me
a P-12, maybe even a P-13.

But Ironheart,
he went further than I did.

He went further
than anyone will ever go again.

When he escaped, I went with him.

Helped set all this up.

I know he touched you.

I know he gave you something.

I know you can help us
if you want to.

Hello, captain.

I thought the message said
for me to come alone.

It did.

Don't you think your presence might scare
off the guy who's running this operation?

No, not really, considering I am
the guy running this operation.

I hope you have one hell of a good
explanation for this, doctor.

I think he does, captain.
And I think you should listen to him.

I think you should listen
to all of them.

Back on Earth, I heard things.

The kind of things
you're not supposed to hear about.

Genetic manipulation.
Breeding telepaths against their will.

So-called "relocation camps" that aren't
much better than concentration camps.

It started when a few doctors began
referring latent telepaths to each other...

...keeping them out of circulation.

Losing reports and changing
medical-history files.

But we couldn't keep moving them around,
we had to get them away from Earth.

They were filtered into Babylon 5
on business visas.

Last year, I set up a clinic Downbelow
so we could start processing runaways...

...and changing records without anyone
from Medlab knowing about it.

I trust my staff, but the Psi Corps
has a knack for intimidation.

Look...

...in principal, I agree with
what you're doing.

But there are laws. And whether
I like them or not, I'm a soldier.

I am honor bound to obey the law.

And as a doctor, I'm honor bound
to help these people.

So, what am I supposed to do now?

If I turn you in, and right now
I'm more than a little tempted...

...I embarrass the station,
Earth Central...

...and give the folks back home
one more reason to shut us down.

If I don't turn you in,
I'm an accomplice.

No. There's a third option.

He's coming.

-I remember you.
-And I remember you.

That's why I started all this.

Listen to me.

You have nothing to be afraid of.

Come back with me.
You won't be harmed.

Of course they will.

Talia?

You'll destroy them inch by inch
as a lesson to the rest.

You want to keep us
frightened and isolated.

Not just from normals
but from each other.

That's the real reason
we wear gloves, isn't it?

To keep us apart.

But what happens
when the gloves come off?

Don't force me to--

It's not working.

Somebody's fighting us.

-You!
-Now!

I'd have preferred to take a few alive,
but better to set an example.

The main thing is, the leader's gone.

Cut off the head,
and the body dies with it.

You had me going for a moment there.

The Corps is mother,
the Corps is father.

I know where my loyalties lie.

I'm going back up now.

Security will be here
within 20 minutes.

I didn't want them asking these people
questions, and I don't want to answer any.

I suggest you take
a different route back.

We'll, of course, deny all knowledge
of this unfortunate incident.

Of course.

I don't suppose anyone would like
to tell me what just happened?

What did you see?

Bester came down the hallway,
said something...

...Talia came out, joined the others.
Then he stopped.

He stared for a moment.

Then he smiled and went back
the way he came.

-But that's not what he saw.
-Which was?

He saw what we wanted him to see.

-An illusion?
-A telepathic projection.

I thought Psi Cops were too strong
for that sort of thing.

Individually, yes. Any one of us alone
never could have done it.

But together we were able
to burrow past his defenses.

As far as Bester's concerned, underground
railroad is dead, along with its leader.

He won't press the issue because he doesn't
want to be linked to a bunch of dead bodies.

He'll go quietly.

And all I have to do is let him go.

And avoid seeing him before he goes.

If he suspects anything, he might scan you.
You don't have the defenses to block him.

And no more underground railroad?

Babylon 5's gotten too hot for it.

Others will pick up where I left off.

My part's over.

Well, if there's nothing illegal
going on here anymore...

...and Mr. Bester drops his request...

...who am I to argue?

Get your people out of here.
I don't want to see any of them again.

-Clear?
-Clear.

-Thanks.
-Don't thank me yet.

Get one thing straight.
Anything like this ever happens again...

...I will personally turn you in
and let them hang you out to dry.

Understood?

-So you don't think what I did was right?
-I didn't say that.

Well, what are you saying?

I'm not saying what I'm saying.
I'm not saying what I'm thinking.

As a matter of fact,
I'm not thinking what I'm thinking.

There's only one thing on my mind.

What's that?

I need a drink.

And a place to stay.

Thanks, doc. I just about managed
to forget about that.

You know you can't go back again.

I can't leave the Corps.
They'll come after me.

No, I mean in here.

You know too much.

If Bester scans you, he'll--

Can you keep him out?

I think so.

Jason's little gift.

He gave you more than you know.

What we did back there, it shouldn't
have worked, not with a Psi Cop.

You tipped the balance.

I felt it when we were joined.

You're more than you think you are.

Then what am I?

The future.

Captain, I'd like to note
two things for the record.

Yes, commander?

Item one: I don't think
this protest is gonna work.

Earth Central never gives in
when it comes to money.

But if you're determined to keep at it,
I'm prepared to do the same.

Item two: You snore.

-No, I don't.
-Yes, you do.

-No, I don't.
-Either you snore...

...or last night we had
a hell of a breach in the hull.

-I get dibs on the couch.
-Unnecessary.

You can sleep in
your own quarters tonight.

Security's unlocked them by now.

-They gave in?
-No.

-You gave in?
-Not exactly.

I'm deducting 60 credits per week
from the budget set aside...

...to maintain combat readiness
and applying it against the rent.

On what grounds?

That I'm not ready to fight anybody...

...until I've had a decent night's sleep
in my own damn bed.

-You got a problem with that?
-No. None whatsoever.

I rather like the idea of Earth Central
paying rent to itself.

It has a certain symmetry.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think
I'll go to my quarters and collapse.

Wonderful idea.
Dismissed, commander.

I'd better get back. There's always
a mountain of paperwork waiting for me.

I hope you'll give some thought
to what I asked the other day.

I was informed that Sheridan
would be supportive of the Corps.

I'm disappointed by his attitude.

You won't have a problem
keeping an eye on him, will you?

No. No problem at all.

Good.

Well....

See you next time, Ms. Winters.

You are having far too much fun
at my expense.

Yes?

-I bring gifts.
-Ms. Winters, it's late.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to say that you were right
and I was wrong. About the Corps.

I can't go into details...

...but in light of recent events I think
we need to re-evaluate our relationship.

Which is just
a formal way of saying...

...that I need someone to talk to,
and strange as this sounds...

...you're the only one I can think of.
Unless my being here offends you.

No. You don't offend me.

But that does.

Better.

(ENGLISH)

Babylon 5 "is produced"
by Babylonian Productions, Inc...

...and distributed by Warner Bros.
Domestic TV Distribution.