All language subtitles for Babylon 5 crusade S06E11 - Ruling from the Tomb

I need specifics, It. Carr.

Saying you've got it covered isn't enough.

It's enough, Captain,
if I really do have it covered.

Drawing conclusions isn't your job,
Lieutenant, it's mine.

You present me with the facts,
I draw the conclusions.

A fact is the number of cops we have,
and the hours of their shifts.

-Excuse me.
-A fact is the proportion of officers...

to the number of conference attendees.

Now, you give me these facts...

I draw the conclusions
as to our manpower needs.

-I hate to interrupt, but--
-Then don't!

Wanna talk facts? Great.
Fact: I spent my entire life here on Mars.

Fact: You are only
on temporary assignment...

as overseer of the conference
on the dry planet.

Fact: Mars is not a colony anymore.
We're independent.

So frankly, Earth force, Earth,
and you can kiss my ass!

Who the hell do you think you are?

Just a dumb cop,
but I know this place inside out.

Now, maybe back on
your precious Babylon 5...

you bark orders and everybody jumps,
but here you're barking up the wrong tree.

Welcome to Mars.

It's hard to believe it was named
after the God of War.

Can I help you?

I'm supposed to report to you upon arrival.

Capt. Matthew Gideon, of course.

I'm Capt. Elizabeth Lochley,
in charge of the conference...

-normally stationed on B5.
-Yes, I know.

Sorry about copping an attitude before.
I guess I have been barking a little today.

It's okay. I came to do
a little woofing of my own.

I've got Dr. Sarah Chambers
up on the Excalibur...

preparing her keynote speech.

I wanna know that security measures
will be airtight.

It doesn't help anyone...

to get caught up in territorial squabbles,
with all due respect.

-Are you done?
-Not quite.

Look, I hope some good comes out
of this conference, same as you...

but meanwhile, this little exercise...

mainly puts a collection of easy targets...

all in one place
for any nut with an agenda.

Now, I'd rather be out
searching for a cure...

than talking about one,
but instead, we're here, as ordered.

And don't think I don't appreciate it,
but let's get something straight.

Although admittedly you came in
at a bad moment...

I've no interest in territorial squabbling.

I want the same thing you do...

and I don't think it's asking too much
for you to have a little faith.

I assure you, I've got everything covered.

Is that a conclusion or a fact?

That is a fact.

I promise you, Dr. Chambers
and all the other representatives...

will be perfectly safe.

Matthew Gideon, Captain.

Attached to
the Earth Alliance stars hip Excalibur.

To find a cure to the Drakh plague
before it wipes out all life on Earth.

Anywhere [ have to.

Who do you serve and who do you trust?

This is the 11th run I've made today.

I think half the ship
is going on shore leave.

I'm starting to feel like some kind of yo-yo.

-Some kind of what?
-Yo-yo. Slang for fool or idiot.

I meant the toy.

Well, then, there's that, too.

Is that supposed to be a joke
at my expense, Eilerson?

No, not at all. Merely a misunderstanding.

I try to never upset someone
who's at the helm...

of a rapidly falling object
when I'm inside it.

You know, the city can be rough on people
who mouth off at the wrong time.

-Dureena, this your first time on Mars?
-Well, first time not being in lockup.

It sounds to me you could use an escort
who won't stir up trouble.

I don't need an escort.

Trace, I grew up on Mars.

Are you implying that I'm incapable
of escorting Dureena?

No, not at all.

-It's merely a misunderstanding.
- I do not need an escort.

Because once I get a break,
I'd be happy to show Dureena around.

How kind. But I assure you
I'm up to the challenge--

Excuse me. Escort? Not in need of one.

Am I clear?

Cops at all exits, cops along the corridors.

Security scans for every weapon
known to man, and a few that aren't.

-And the acoustics ain't bad, either.
-Very impressive.

Look, Captain, perhaps we got off
on the wrong foot.

Perhaps?

Look, Captain, I didn't ask
for this assignment.

This whole Drakh virus conference
was Dr. Steven Franklin's idea.

Bring in people
from unaffected Earth colonies...

put everyone's heads together,
plan a unified course of research.

Now, when Earth force
asked for an officer to oversee it...

the good doctor put me
at the top of his shortlist.

Now, right now my main goal
is to find a cure for this...

so I can go Earth side, and thank Steven
in person with a large brick.

Well, there's incentive for you.

Anyway, with so much on the line,
I'm just being careful, that's all.

Careful?

I hear you're more of a gambler,
not the careful type.

When I have a sense of the odds.
And right now, I don't.

-All these precautions are nice, but--
-Nice?

Capt. Gideon, security happens to be
my middle name.

That's fine, but just in case
your last name is "breach"...

-it won't hurt for me to double-check.
-Double-check?

-Lochley. Go ahead.
-This is Carr.

We may have a situation
on Bradbury Street...

-just south of Burroughs.
-What kind of situation?

-The "no longer breathing” kind.
-I'm on my way.

On our way.

You appear lost.

-No, just waiting for someone.
-Godot, perhaps.

-I'm sorry?
-No, I am.

Foolish attempt at humor.

I'm Dr. Alain Lebecque. I assume you're
Dr. Chambers, our keynote speaker.

-You're here for the conference?
-Yes.

And most eager to hear of your
investigation so far in curing the plague.

Well, I wish I had more
and better to report.

We must have faith, Doctor.

Faith that things will work out
as God intends them.

-We mustn't lose that.
-Of course, Dr. Lebecque.

Alain, please. You sound skeptical.
Have you no faith?

I have faith a cure will be found.

But right now, I'd rather put the faith in us
and in science than a being...

who would let it happen
in the first place. No offense.

And none taken.

But it appears my first impression
was correct.

You are lost, filled with doubt.

And when in doubt, have a drink.
Would you care to?

Dr. Chambers? It. Carr, Mars Dome police.

Oh, good. Do you know
where Capt. Gideon is?

-He was supposed to--
-Actually, I'm here to take you to him.

This way, please.

Well, looks like multiple knife wounds.
Hard to tell how many, though.

One too many. Take a look at this.

-Is that what I think it is?
-Mark of a doomsday cult.

The symbol infinity bisected
signifies that nothing goes on forever.

Great. We've had a couple hundred
of those springing up...

-since word of the plague got out.
-No. This mark is specific...

to the worst group
of the bunch, Sacred Omega.

They believe that the Drakh plague
is like the second coming of Noah's flood.

That humanity is hopelessly evil,
and deserves to be wiped out...

with one divine act of cleansing.

Nothing like the lunatic fringe
to make a hard job even harder.

Sounds like you've had run-ins
with them before.

A friend, Capt. Mankowsky, of the
Furies, was killed during a mutiny...

led by a Sacred Omega group
among his crew.

They won't hesitate to kill,
if they think it's God's will.

Dr. Sarah Chambers, Capt. Elizabeth
Lochley, conference liaison.

This gentleman was Leon Henderson,
a viable studies specialist.

Born on Mars, left to study medicine,
came back to attend the conference...

died on Mars.

You wanna tell me again, Lieutenant,
how you've got it covered?

This is obviously conference-related,
since he was an attendee...

-and he wasn't robbed.
-I agree.

Question is, was this meant
as a warning of things to come...

or just an isolated incident?

This is your bailiwick, Captain.
How do you think we should play it?

We need an autopsy, see if that
can give us any new information.

And better if it's done off-planet.

We'll try and keep this under wraps,
avoid panicking the rest of the attendees.

Captain, can you bring the body up
to the Excalibur?

Have Dr. Chambers here
perform the autopsy?

Not a problem. Gideon to Excalibur.

-Yes, Captain.
-Need a shuttle ASAP. Who's available?

Quiet passenger. Best kind.

-Anybody I know?
-Doubt it.

Anything you turn up, go through me first.
I'll pass it on to Lochley.

Trace?

Do you know him?

Yeah.

He's the reason
I decided to become a priest.

Why...

did that man Henderson have to die?

To perish in a glorious burst of light...

that has the Lord's hand behind it, surely.

But this butchery...

was it necessary?

I carry out our Lord's command
given me by my voices...

with all my might...

so much of it as I can understand.

As they command me,
nothing save but our Lord's good pleasure.

You hear those voices, Jeanne,
and I hear yours...

but no one really believes me,
not even my allies.

I think they see me as some
convenient tool, nothing else.

Whenever I'm unhappy
because men will not believe me...

and the things I say at God's bidding,
I go apart and pray to God...

complaining to him that those
to whom [ speak do not easily believe me.

And when I have made my prayer to God,
I hear a voice that says to me:

"Child of God, go.

"I shall be with you to help you. Go.”

And when I hear that voice,
I feel a great joy.

Indeed, I would that I might
ever be in that state.

So do I, Jeanne.

There's not a lot to say.
I did a bunch of scutwork...

for the Foundationist Church
a few years back.

Started out as a way of making ends meet,
but it became more than that...

thanks to Leon.

Some other folks, too, but mostly him.

He was a healer, kind of like you, doc.

Well, not exactly like you.

I swear, it seemed sometimes
that he could cure people...

just by the way he looked at them.

You mean, he used tricks.
He was a faith healer.

No, nothing like that.
Real medicine, real doctoring.

But there was more to him, you know?

You know how when a team wins,
and they say God was on their side?

Well, same thing.

Me, I was no healer...

but he made me think
a lot about doing God's work.

I even started studying
to be a Foundationist priest.

What happened?

God and I had a falling out.

What sort?

-It could be important.
-It's not.

- I would prefer to be the judge of that.
-It's not.

Captain?

-You're sure, Trace?
-Yep, I'm sure.

Okay. For now, the subject's closed.

Thank you, Captain.

Perfect.

Funny how we just
bumped into each other here, isn't it?

Hysterical.

You are walking the streets
of my rebellious youth, Dureena.

Well, am I, now?

Yeah. My parents and tutors
tended to keep me isolated.

They didn't want me polluted
by the outside world, by--

By people like me.

Exactly right. But every once in a while,
when they weren't paying attention...

I would slip out to experience something,
shall we say, other than academia.

Usually I wound up in this part of town.

If nothing else, it made me appreciate
the dead civilizations.

For one thing, they're quieter.

I remember the first time
that I came to this part of town.

-I wasn't here two minutes when some--
-Sorry.

Excuse me. I wasn't here two minutes
when somebody lifted my wallet.

-All my ID, all my credit chips--
-Like he just did?

What?

Son of a... Stop, thief!

Shoot!

You mess with me,
you mess with my whole family.

-Dureena.
-What?

Although I appreciate your help...

for the record, I could have handled it.

Record it however you like.

I'm not keeping a record,
because I don't care about you.

If you didn't care,
you wouldn't have helped.

No, I helped because
he was a sloppy thief...

and I hate to see a sloppy thief win.
It reflects badly on the rest of us.

The next time I am faced with a difficulty,
let me handle things.

Sorry.

-You made me spill!
-I said I was sorry.

What do you want me to do,
wear sackcloth and ashes?

You got it, Maximilian.

Hi.

-Captain.
-We just got the autopsy reports.

The victim was stabbed to death.
DNA traces indicate...

that the assailant was human.

Which narrows it down
to roughly 90% of the planet's population.

-That's not my concern at the moment.
-Really?

-What is?
-You and your attitude.

-You know what you are?
-Ruggedly handsome?

-A control freak.
-Can't I be both?

"This is your bailiwick, Captain,” you said.
"How do you think we should play it?"

You maneuvered me
into bringing the body up here...

so you could control the investigation.
When I asked for the reports...

I was told all information
had to come through you.

You're giving me too much credit.

You truncated my questioning
of Trace Miller.

-You're interfering with my investigation.
-The murder was down there, Captain...

and so are the people who could interfere.

The fact that we haven't been sabotaged
and blown out of space weeks ago...

leads me to conclude that
I don't have anyone on this ship...

who's a doomsday cultist.

-Can you say the same about Mars?
-Obviously not.

But I don't appreciate you cutting me off
at the knees in the shuttle.

I didn't see the relevance in pushing Trace.
We all have our traumas in our past.

They don't all have to be dragged out.
In my opinion, we'd all be better served...

if you would concentrate on finding leads
to the Sacred Omega.

But in the interest of harmony,
I'm willing to give you full permission...

to question anyone on this ship
to your heart's content.

Fine. Thank you. Where is Mr. Miller?

He's not on the ship.
He went down for shore leave.

Jeanne, him, too?

Bad enough Henderson had to die.
He wasn't even from Earth.

Why should he have to pay
for their sins? And now him?

Trust in God, hope in God.

If you have good hope and faith in him,
you shall be delivered from your enemies.

Yes. Delivered.

Delivered in a blaze of glory
by the weapons...

the weapons that we found
with God's grace.

-You seem troubled.
-Troubled, Lieutenant?

All right. Preoccupied, then.

Would Capt. Lochley be involved,
by any chance?

-Read my mind.
-Sir.

-
-Sir.

Sorry. It's a figure of speech.
I didn't mean it literally.

-How did you zero in on it?
-Well, Captain, the ship may be big...

but when it comes to gossip,
it gets small pretty fast.

Figures. Look, it's nothing
to be concerned about.

Lochley and I, we're just having a conflict
in command styles.

-You're that different?
-Actually, I think we're exactly the same.

-Therein lies the conflict.
-Captain?

-Capt. Lochley. Still not planet-side, I see.
-Been and came back.

This is It. John Matheson,
my second-in-command.

Charmed.

It. Carr compiled this for me.
She was rather obnoxious about doing it...

so I'd appreciate it
if you'd bother to read it.

It's a detailed report
of our investigation to date...

just so you know what we're doing,
and where, and how.

Since the opening ceremonies
for the conference are scheduled...

for 20:00 hours tonight,
I thought you might want to be current.

Thank you. I'm sorry Carr
is giving you a hard time.

She seems rather...

well, hard to take.

Considering I have a junior officer present,
good form suggests...

that you refrain
from making the obvious retort.

Very well, then. Out of good form.

I wouldn't want you to think
I was going easy on you...

because of your alleged
rugged handsomeness.

Captain, look!

We're running out of wrong feet to get off
on, if that's what you're gonna say.

Pretty much. Look, we've both been
running ragged here.

Maybe we would get along better...

if we got out
from under everything for a bit.

So how about dinner tonight,
my quarters? We'll go over the data.

My quarters. 18:00 hours.

Rugged handsomeness?

It's a code word.
It's part of the investigation.

Of course.

So the guy turns around and says,
"You idiot! That's not my leg.

"That's my air hose."

Well, well. Looks like Eilerson
made himself some new friends?

It's easy to make friends in a bar.
Buy them a drink, they're yours for life.

Really?

And how many drinks
to make you my friend for life?

-Trace, no.
-What?

-You could at least give a guy a chance.
- I did.

A long time ago,
and that's why I don't now.

Cheer up, Trace. It's a party. Right, guys?

Yeah!

Barkeep, get this man a drink.

-What are you having?
-Whatever you're having.

I don't think that you can handle
what I'm having.

-Is that a challenge, Max?
-Are you up to it?

Up to whatever you can dish out.

Gods, I am drowning in testosterone.

Well, luckily for you,
you're equipped with flotation devices.

Barkeep, three of these
for my good friend Trace.

-He has some catching up to do.
-Your dandelion wine's coming right up.

When you spend most of your time
probing ancient ruins of cities...

you don't stumble across too many places
with good take-out Lo mein.

Shrimp or chicken?

It's official. You're my new hero.

I'm not so sure I should be flattered.
Who was your old hero?

Truthfully? John Sheridan.

John Sheridan? No kidding.

Were you ever under him?

-You okay?
-Fine, thank you.

-Under him?
-On Babylon 5, you served under him.

Yes, I was under him there for a while.

Actually he preferred it that way.

What a life he's led. Soldier, statesman...

President, forging the Interstellar Alliance.

Some people treat him
like a religious figure.

Still, I suppose he puts his pants on
one leg at a time, right?

Oh, yeah. And backwards
in the dark, sometimes.

-What?
-Matthew? Matt?

Matt's fine. Liz?

Elizabeth. Matt, may I be blunt?

That's a trick question, right?

Well, your technique with women is...

well, piss poor, based on what I've seen.
Should I take that as a sign...

that you haven't been involved
with many?

It's been sporadic at best.
The life, the career.

I don't have to tell you.
You must be in the same boat, too.

Yeah, exactly.

Well, you know, except for the time
that I spent married.

Married?

You're telling me that some guy
actually managed to land you?

Got you to lower your defenses enough
to commit, and then he let you get away?

God.

He must be the biggest loser in the galaxy.

Major loser. They don't come any bigger.

-Loser have a name?
-John Sheridan.

Had to wait till I took a drink, didn't you?

It seemed only fair.

It will be enough to destroy this place,
the conference center...

everything within a mile.

Jeanne, I am afraid of martyrdom...

to die with the others as is right and just.

I am afraid.

So was I.

Fear of the fire
made me deny I heard voices.

My voices told me that in recanting,
I was damning myself to save my life.

So I took back my false confession.

I wish everyone had heard
the Lord's voice as [ do.

They will.

Soon they all will.

Max, Maxie.

You're beautiful, Max. I mean that.

-Am I drinking him under the table yet?
-You haven't got a prayer.

I did. Once. I had lots of prayers.

Good ones.

And then one day,
something terrible happened.

And I prayed real hard...

because they were innocent.
They were innocent, you see.

And they didn't deserve...

But God...

he was just too busy to listen.

And it tore us apart.

Tore us up in different ways because
suddenly nothing made sense anymore...

not God, not the world, not even me.

I was gonna be a priest.

Come on. I'll show you how it's done.
Come on.

Trace, you're embarrassing yourself.

-What, can't you dance?
-No.

I was too busy learning to survive
to have time for dancing.

-I'll show you how. I'll teach you.
-Trace, take it easy.

If it means that much to you,
I will teach her to dance.

No, Max, you will not teach me to dance.

-Max.
-What?

Where's Trace?

Get away from him now!

You let him go, or I will kill you.

Swear to God, man, she will.
Look at the eyes.

You swear to God?
You know nothing about God.

I know he won't help you
if Dureena here gets her hands on you.

Well, then, I guess we'll have to make sure
that doesn't happen now, won't we?

Yes, we will. Drop it by the count of three,
or you're dead.

One. Two.

Three.

-Trace, are you okay?
-I've had better days.

-Lochley, go ahead.
-This is Carr.

I'm at the Canal Bar down on Carter.

We have the guy we were looking for
in the Henderson matter.

Excellent. I'll want to talk to him.

-Then you'd better bring a Ouija board.
-Understood.

Lochley out.

-Capt. Gideon, I think you better--
-Stay here? Absolutely.

Our problems might be solved,
but I'm suspicious of any answer--

That are too pat.
My thoughts exactly. Doctor.

- I think that's very cute, Matthew.
-What is?

The way you two finish
each other's sentences.

No, we don't.

Max Eilerson's special brew.

Will a glass of this get rid of my headache?

Better. Two glasses of this
will get rid of your head.

Trace's assailant's been ID'd
as a Marco Rivera.

DNA cross-matches
with what we took off of Henderson.

Didn't we have Rivera's DNA
on record already?

Besides being a member
of the Sacred Omega...

he's formerly a member
of the Mars Resistance.

Now, these folks excel
at keeping their DNA records...

out of databases, so that's it.

What do you mean, that's it?

I mean Rivera tried scare tactics
in the name of Sacred Omega.

It failed. He's dead. End of story.

Wait. I missed something.
Who's Henderson?

A representative to the conference
who was murdered by the same man...

who tap-danced
on your friend's head here.

I knew Henderson from back when I was
with the Foundationist Church.

-We were pretty tight.
-Interesting.

With all the people at the conference,
what are the odds of one murderer...

targeting two people
who were tight by accident?

Mr. Miller, was there anyone else
you were tight with back in those days?

Let me think. A couple guys.

Would you recognize any of them
if you ever saw them again?

I think so.

These are all the pictures
of people at the conference.

To begin our conference
on combating the Drakh plague...

our keynote speaker is from the forefront
of the fight and search for a cure.

Chief Medical Officer of the Excalibur,
Dr. Sarah Chambers.

Him.

-Andre Sabot.
-The ID says Lebecque.

It's him. He was a priest in the order.
I was with him...

when some bad stuff happened.

What we saw, it got to me.
It made me leave, and it made him...

Well, he had some kind of breakdown.

I think he recovered eventually,
but he left the order.

Said he wanted to find a way
to make the evil in the world go away.

-Gideon, this is Lochley. Go private.
-Okay.

We've got a problem.

-Good evening.
- I have him.

But he's surrounded by civilians.

I can't get to him
without others getting hurt.

Captain, listen. I know this guy.
He's not a murderer.

Yeah, what about all the folks back home
he wants dead?

He thinks it's God's will.
So he's not responsible.

It's the people trying to stop God's will
who are evil.

He wouldn't hurt an innocent.

Maybe we need to make sure
that they are innocent.

There may be a way.

I have been honored to serve aboard
the Excalibur...

under the command
of Capt. Matthew Gideon.

-I'd like to start tonight with--
-An introduction will not be necessary.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Capt. Gideon,
and I have been charged...

by Earth force with a difficult duty.

1/ am here to announce that we have
woefully miscalculated...

the viciousness of the Drakh plague.
We do not have five years.

We have months, at best.

Mankind is doomed. Do not, I beg you,
attempt to break the Earth quarantine...

to be with whatever loved ones
you might have.

Instead, the best thing
that you can all do is leave here...

and live out the remaining years
as messengers...

and spread the word
that humanity has paid...

the ultimate price for its transgressions...

that we have been judged
and found wanting.

In God's name they go. Let them depart.

And go we to give thanks to God.
Seek not to harm them.

It suffices me that they go.

MERCI, Jeanne.

Yes, I'm certain. Meet me there. Hurry.

Why did you have us return?
What happened?

-They saw the light. Jeanne said--
-Jeanne again?

Damn it, Sabot.

We may need these weapons, explosives,
in the future.

We must find a way to move them
so that--

Don't move!

I told you, I had it covered.

Bonjour, Andre.

Good to see you, Trace.

-Is it time to go, Jeanne?
-Who's Jeanne?

Jeanne d'Arc gives me God's word...

that St. Michel, Catherine,
and Margaret gave to her.

Joan of Arc talks to you?

She might have spoken to you, Trace,
had you followed your calling.

I wish everyone heard it as I do.

This night, by God's grace...

I shall be in paradise.

Well, all in all, I think it went pretty well.

Once we managed to pry
all the representatives off the ceiling...

-because of your speech.
-He was far away from me.

I didn't want cops trying to push
their way through the crowd at him.

It was too chancy,
too much time for him to react.

So I said what he wanted to hear,
he left...

and then he led us right back
to their little stash of explosives.

I can't believe all that was hidden away
by Mars rebels.

Yeah. And It. Carr says
there's probably a lot more...

they haven't found yet.
I knew this place was a powder keg.

-Good Lord.
-$0? In the end, it all worked out.

Could have worked out better.

Sooner, if you'd let me talk to Miller
when I wanted to.

But at that time, Trace hadn't been
attacked, and he wasn't...

-Never mind. You're probably right.
-Finally, progress.

-Speaking of Trace, how's he doing?
-He's on the mend.

But it's a shame what he was put through,
though, about Henderson.

Yeah, and Henderson
wasn't even meant to be coming here.

He was a last-minute addition.

See, Sabot came in with stolen ID
and papers...

so he and his men couldn't risk
Henderson recognizing him.

Wrong place at the wrong time.

So, you plan on swinging through my neck
of space any time in the near future?

I mean, once I get back to B5.

-Is that an invitation?
-It's free space.

-You can come and go as you please.
-So it's not an invitation?

It's whatever you want it to be.

You are the most double-talking,
suspicious, second-guessing individual...

I have ever seen
since the last time I looked in a mirror.

Well, then, I guess that's why
we make such a good team.

Tell you what.

God willing, we find a cure,
in no time flat the first thing...

that we do after that,
we park at B5 for a week.

God willing? You know,
with all this religious zeal...

being spouted here,
you haven't weighed in on that.

Do you believe that
there is a supreme being?

Aside from John Sheridan?

Yes, aside from the wisest, bravest,
sexiest man in the galaxy.

Apart from him, do you believe in God?

Captain, I have five years
to cure the Drakh plague.

Do I believe in God?

I'll get back to you on that
in five years and one day.

Where's Sarah? We should get back soon.

I don't know.

You all right?

I wish you could have seen Andre
back when I first knew him.

He was the sweetest,
most intelligent man.

And look what he became.

He probably thought
all this doomsday stuff was God's will...

because he thought voices in his head
were telling him so.

-Crazy.
-On the other hand...

Joan of Arc claimed to hear voices,
and she got canonized.

But your friend ended up cannon fodder.

-Funny old world, isn't it?
-Funnier than you think.

We found this
among our little friend's effects.

It's his journal.

"I carry out my Lord's command...

given me by my voices
with all my might...

“so much of it as I can understand.

"And they command me nothing save
in our good Lord's pleasure.”

I checked the records.

All of the entries are things
Joan of Arc actually said.

Proves my point.

History is rarely cut and dried
when it comes to religion.

One man's lunatic is another man's saint
or holy martyr.

In the words of T.S. Eliot,
"Saint and martyr rule from the tomb."

Except we end up translating
those orders to suit ourselves.

We use them to justify murder,
torture, slavery.

You know, on my world,
it was considered a great evil...

to even try to presume to speak
on behalf of the universe.

Well, they're a lot smarter than we are.
What's that old saying?

Anyway, Christ came to tell us
to love one another...

and the last 2,200 years,
we've spent killing each other...

on how he said it?

When you become obsessed
with the enemy, you become the enemy.

I'm starting to agree with him,
and that's more than I can bear.

-Would you care to dance?
-Love to.