04x01 - The Hour of the Wolf

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Babylon Berlin". Aired: February 22, 1993 – November 25, 1998.*
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Series follows the human m*llitary staff and alien diplomats stationed on a space station, Babylon 5, built in the aftermath of several major inter-species wars as a neutral ground for galactic diplomacy and trade.
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04x01 - The Hour of the Wolf

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Previously on Babylon 5:

If you go to Z'Ha'Dum, you will die.

Each of these devices
carries terrible destructive force.

In human terms, they can deliver a
thermonuclear blast of 5 or 600 megatons.

I need you to take care of this for me.
No questions, no speculations...

...hunches, or educated guesses.

- How many of those bombs do we have?
- Two of the devices are missing.

By the time you get this message
I will be at Z'Ha'Dum with Anna...

...even though I know
it's almost certainly a trap.

And I want you to know...

...that I love you, Delenn.

What the hell?

Jump.
Jump now.

Goodbye.

It is now seven days since we lost
Capt. Sheridan and Mr. Garibaldi.

And in a way,
I think we have also lost Ivanova.

It is as though her heart
has been pierced...

...and her spirit has poured out
through the wound.

She blames herself.

It is foolish, it is destructive,
it is human.

Ambassador Mollari has returned
to Centauri Prime...

...to take up his role as advisor
on planetary security.

I suppose he is quite happy with his new
position. It's what he always wanted.

Power, title, responsibility.

But I think he is more alone
than anyone else in the universe.

Delenn has refused to eat
for seven days...

...fasting, praying and waiting.

Delenn believes.
I think she is the only one who does.

The Shadows have paused
in their pursuit of w*r...

...and everywhere there is a sense
of imminent change.

Whether it is a change for good or ill,
no one can tell.

Because no one has yet answered
two very important questions.

Where is Mr. Garibaldi?

And what happened to Capt. Sheridan...

...at Z'Ha'Dum?

It was the year of fire.

The year of destruction.

The year we took back
what was ours.

It was the year of rebirth.

The year of great sadness.

The year of pain.

- And a year of joy.
- It was a new age.

It was the end of history.

It was the year everything changed.

The year is 2261.
The place, Babylon 5.

Good morning.
The time is 0530, Earth standard time.

You have the following messages:

Message from Ambassador Delenn.
Message from Vir Cotto.

Message from station security.
Message from dockers' guild.

Message from citizen G'Kar.

You have the following meetings:

0700, strategic planning committee.

0745, Babylon Treaty oversight meeting.

0830, League of Non-Aligned Worlds.
0915...

- We have already discussed this.
- Yes, but we haven't finished discussing it.

And when are we to be finished?

As soon as you agree to my proposal.
I told you this a half an hour ago.

If you're having a problem
with comprehension...

...perhaps you should borrow
the Gaim's translator.

- Yes.
- Stop that.

Please, please. The issues before us
are extremely important.

Your governments signed the Babylon
Treaty promising to keep ships here...

...as part of the ongoing defense
of Babylon 5.

The treaty also stipulated
that all of us would work together...

...as a unit against the Shadows.

Why have your governments recalled
nearly all of your ships?

- The w*r is over.
- It isn't over.

There's a pause, yes, but that's all.
They'll regroup soon, and then...

All the more reason to take advantage
of a lull in combat to address our wounds.

To tighten defenses
around our Homeworlds.

By pulling our forces apart, you're
destroying the chance we have of winning.

You cannot win this w*r, commander.
You can only survive it.

And we intend to survive it.
If the rumors are true...

They may not be. We don't know
what happened at Z'Ha'Dum.

There've been reports of a thermonuclear
detonation, but that's all.

If they've been hurt, we have to press the
advantage and hit them as hard as we can.

- You cannot att*ck Z'Ha'Dum.
- Yes, we can.

- The captain showed us how. He...
- Capt. Sheridan is dead.

You don't know that.

No one returns from Z'Ha'Dum.
If we go, we will not return.

That is real reason
you wish us to go to Z'Ha'Dum.

You wish to find your captain.
You wish him to be alive.

If we go, we will be buried
alongside him.

Our task is to serve our people.
This must come first.

Just a minute. This meeting is not over.
I said...

Let them go, commander.

Sheridan was willing to risk his life
for their benefit.

They're afraid to act as honorably as he did.
Shame is theirs.

I'm sorry, commander.

He did not come.
Again.

Yes, and I intend to find out why.

You should be most pleased.

Emperor Cartagia does not often grant
a private audience.

But he has been most pleased
by your work...

...and wanted to personally welcome you
to the royal court.

- Oh, it is a most great honor.
- Yes.

Most great.

Minister, I have met Cartagia
three times before.

Twice when he was an infant.
He drooled most of the time.

I wonder if he has continued the habit.

And again when he was 15, trying to peek
up the dresses of some young women.

I promise you, I will be just as impressed
by him now as I was then, yes?

- Mollari. It's wonderful to see you again.
- And you, Majesty.

I could swear you have not changed
since the last few times I saw you.

You are, of course, too generous.

- So, what do you think, Mollari?
- It is...

...short, Majesty. Shorter than is traditional
for someone of your position.

Yes, yes.
Decadent, isn't it?

I find the shorter crest
allows me to leave the palace.

Walk in places where the nobility would
never think of being seen, for the scandal.

The things I have seen!

As you can see,
I've started quite the trend.

It's become all the fashion
among the court.

I suppose there are those
that might object...

...but they remain silent
because the emperor is always right.

- Is he not, Mollari?
- That is our tradition.

I've called you home
for two reasons, Mollari.

First, you have a great deal of experience
with these off-worlders. I have need of that.

Centauri Prime has become provincial,
small-minded.

They don't see the, what was it that that
charming human called it a few weeks ago?

- "The big picture."
- The big picture.

They don't see the big picture.
But you and I see the big picture.

Don't we, Mollari?
We will change our world forever.

You will handle the arrangements.

What arrangements?

Well, that will be explained to you
later this evening.

You're doubtless tired
from your long journey.

Go. Go and rest
and we'll speak again after.

Majesty, you said there were
two reasons?

Ah, yes!
You were requested.

- By whom?
- You'll see.

- I got your message, Vir. I don't have a lot...
- I know what happened to Capt. Sheridan.

- How?
- Londo has sources close to the Shadows.

When he's not here,
they leave their information with me.

Sheridan was taken to the largest
underground city in Z'Ha'Dum.

Their capital, you might say.

While he was there he sent a message
to the White Star...

...which caused it to crash
into their city...

...carrying two 500 megaton thermonuclear
devices, which exploded on impact.

And the captain?

He was seen falling into a great chasm
moments before the blast.

It's a two-mile drop.

It appears the rumors are true.
Captain Sheridan is dead.

But he took their biggest city with him.

Putting them into complete chaos.

Causing them to regroup and retreat.

I suppose, with any luck, we won't see
Mr. Morden's face around here anymore.

That's good.

Hello, Mollari.

- Mr. Morden?
- In the flesh.

What's left of it.

Sit.

We have much to discuss.

- Mr. Morden, you are...
- Unwell.

My associates tell me I'll be better soon.

I wasn't as near the incident as others.

- And Sheridan?
- Which one?

You know what they say.

What goes up must come down.

Seen one Sheridan, seen them all.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Shouldn't you be someplace where they can
take care of you? Your injuries?

Flesh is transitory. Flesh is a prison.
Flesh is...

...an instrument.

Flesh can be replaced.

And flesh does as it's told.

Or they will become most annoyed.

What are you doing here?

Cartagia told you to expect a visitor,
did he not?

- He meant you?
- What's left of me.

I'm just a shadow of my former self.

The incident at Z'Ha'Dum...

...has forced us to look for outside support
sooner than we had intended.

My associates are planning to move
some of their forces off Z'Ha'Dum...

...to ensure their safety
in case certain parties...

...decide to take advantage
of the situation.

They did it before...

...a thousand years ago.

Planted their ships like seeds
all around the galaxy.

In exchange for certain favors,
Emperor Cartagia has agreed...

...to loan us a small piece
of Centauri Prime.

No, he wouldn't. He couldn't.
The Centaurum wouldn't stand for it.

The resolution was passed quietly.
Fourteen opposed it.

- No one's seen them since.
- He's mad.

If there's a madman on the throne,
it's because you and Refa put him there.

He's your responsibility,
and you...

You are mine.

Based on our warm relations
of the past...

...my associates asked for you
as our liaison to the royal court.

I don't care.

I won't do it.

Of course you will, Mollari.
Because you're drawn to power.

Because you're my friend.

Because you're afraid of what someone else
might do in your place.

My associates will be arriving soon.

Make sure everything is ready.

I'm sorry we're late. The ambassador was
in discussion with the Vorlon Homeworld...

...until late last night.
- About what?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

After all I've done for you,
am I now to be shut out like this?

Was there anything in particular that
you wanted, ambassador? Otherwise...

I need to speak with you.
Alone.

I'm afraid that's not possible. I don't have
any choice in this either, Delenn.

The League is breaking up again,
returning to their own worlds.

The Alliance is fracturing. One word
from you, from the Vorlon empire...

...could help keep it all together.

But you haven't come to our council
meetings, haven't returned my calls. Why?

The stories we have heard
about what happened at Z'Ha'Dum...

...are they true?

- Yes.
- What do you intend to do about them?

Nothing.

But if Sheridan is still alive,
if there's even a chance...

Irrelevant.

Irrelevant?

How can you say that?
You know how much depends on him.

He has opened an unexpected door.

We do now what must be done now.

His purpose has been fulfilled.

You have the power
to send a force to investigate.

- Lf he's alive, he can be rescued.
- No one returns from Z'Ha'Dum.

That's what we thought about
Anna Sheridan. You were wrong then.

You could be wrong now.

Are you afraid to admit
that you are capable of another mistake?

He's bled for you, worked for you,
for me, for everyone here.

If you turn away now,
if you abandon him to die on Z'Ha'Dum...

...I will have no more respect left for you.
Do you understand me?

Respect is irrelevant.

I'm sorry, Delenn.
I'm sorry.

Zack to station house.
Someone's in the chief's quarters.

I'm going in to check it out.

Chief?

No, I'm afraid not.

G'Kar.

What are you doing here?

I saw him wearing this from time to time.
I thought it would help me.

In all the concern about Sheridan,
it seems Mr. Garibaldi has been forgotten.

No, not forgotten.
But I think he'd want Sheridan found first.

Then you think he's alive?

I don't know.
When you come right down to it...

...it doesn't matter what I think either way.
- Our thoughts form the universe.

They always matter.

I was studying this image.
Is it one of his household gods?

No. That's Daffy...

Yeah, well, in a way, I suppose it is.

It's sort of the Egyptian god
of frustration.

Most appropriate.
Thank you.

I came here to remind myself
of his soul...

...his center, his Chad'rasha, we call it.
It will help me.

Help you what?

It takes a rare kind of wisdom to accept
change and redemption in another.

Many would refuse,
seeing only what was, not what is.

Mr. Garibaldi gave me that chance.
I must repay him.

So I'm going after him, Mr. Allan. I don't
know where he is or where to start...

...but if he is alive,
I will find him and bring him back.

Good day, Mr. Allan.

- Mollari. Mollari, l...
- Damned, triple damned. Where is it?

- I'm sorry?
- My coat. I left it right here.

Oh, I sent that one out to be cleaned.
It had the air of having traveled long.

But for now,
you are needed outside quickly.

- No, no, no, I can't.
- But Emperor Cartagia insists.

Besides, it is a most glorious day.
You won't want to miss it.

- We'll be in the sand garden.
- All right.

Yes, yes, what is it?

No!

Great Maker, no!

- Magnificent, is it not?
- Come away from the window.

- I've never seen anything so fantastic.
- I said, come away from the...

You forget yourself, Mollari.

It's an unhealthy mistake.

- What have you done?
- What have I done? I've done nothing.

I've given them the island of Celini.

It's barely inhabited.
Perfectly suited for their purposes.

It's a temporary situation.
Shelter forces there until things calm down.

- Madness.
- They are guests of the Centauri Republic.

- What did they give you?
- It is strategically wise to make alliances...

...that might prove useful.
- What did they give you?

The one thing I have ever wanted.
Read the old books, Mollari.

They speak of the ancient gods.
They speak about them.

- Power. Power beyond description.
- Lf their power is so great...

...why do they need to hide behind us?
They are using us as shields.

When the w*r comes here
our people will die first.

Some are always sacrificed
for the greater good.

- What greater good?
- Mine, of course.

Mollari, I thought you
of all people understood.

The emperor is the soul of the people,
the center of this republic.

This whole world may perish.
The emperor goes on, we go on.

The first emperors,
the greatest of us...

...were themselves proclaimed deities
by the ancient gods.

In exchange for loyalty,
they became immortal.

Their names revered
for generations to come.

Prayers offered up to them
even in the temples today.

And now, now these gods of old
have returned.

Through them I will become a god myself.
That is my destiny.

I've known it all my life.
It is what I was born for.

And when the time comes, Mollari...

...the people will gladly lay down their lives
that I may be elevated to godhood.

What are a few million lives...

...compared to the glory
of becoming a living god?

And when I become a god,
I will forgive you your rudeness, Mollari.

Then my capacities will be infinite.

For now, I will simply try to forget it.

He is insane.

Great Maker, forgive us all,
he is mad.

It is not wise...

...to say such things aloud, Londo.

Others have said the same...

...and disappeared.

They say there is a desk somewhere...

...upon which he has their heads
all arranged in a row.

They say...

...he speaks to them late at night.

No, it is best to remain quiet, Londo.

It'll all work out in the end.

Was there anywhere else
you needed me to carry you?

No.

Go.

It doesn't feel the same
as when I carried Kosh with me.

It's darker somehow.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

You're planning something, aren't you?
Something that you're not telling me.

You are free for a time.
Do not interfere.

We have your connection
to Babylon 5, ambassador.

Yes, put him through.
And use personal security codes.

- Londo.
- Vir, I woke you, I'm sorry.

- I forgot the time difference there.
- It's all right. I was just about to get up...

...in about six hours, but...
- Good. And while you're at it, start packing.

- I want you here as fast as possible.
- Is there something wrong?

Something, no.
Everything, yes.

Conspiracies require more than one person
and there is no one here I trust.

Come quickly, Vir.
We have much to do.

Good evening, my friends.

I thought you should know...

...today has been a very good day.

- Yes?
- It's Lyta Alexander. May I speak with you?

- Sorry to bother you, I know it's late.
- No, it's all right. I wasn't sleeping.

I haven't slept since...

- Can I get you something?
- No, thank you.

Then if you don't mind...

Have you ever heard of
the hour of the wolf?

- No.
- My father told me about it.

It's the time between 3 and 4
in the morning.

You can't sleep, and all you can see
is the troubles and the problems...

...and the ways that your life
should've gone but didn't.

All you can hear
is the sound of your own heart.

I've been living in the hour of the wolf
for seven days, Lyta.

Seven days.

The wolf and I
are now on a first-name basis.

Please.

In times like this...

...my father used to take
one large glass of vodka before bed.

To keep the wolf away, he said.

And then he would take
three very small drinks of vodka...

...just in case she had cubs
while she was waiting outside.

- It doesn't work.
- Have you had any luck...

...trying to convince the others to send
a rescue ship to Z'Ha'Dum?

No, they're sure he's dead.
Why rescue a dead man?

- I just wish we knew one way or another.
- There may be a way.

The White Star can jump out of hyperspace
near Z'Ha'Dum.

You can scan for any signals.

If he is alive, I know he'd find some way
to try and contact you.

- The Shadows would be on us in a second.
- I can block ships in the area telepathically.

Not for long, just for a few minutes.
Enough to try and contact him.

But that's assuming that he was able
to send a message within that window.

- Lf not...
- That's the other thing.

If he is alive,
I may be able to sense him.

I thought that telepaths had to be in direct
line of sight to do something like that.

Normally, yes,
But Sheridan had let Kosh into his mind.

He was sensitive to Kosh
and Kosh was sensitive to me.

It's a long sh*t,
I won't be able to establish contact...

...but it might be enough for me to sense
if he's alive or not.

This link between you
and the Vorlons.

There's more to it
than you're telling me, isn't there?

Typical. But you know what?
Right now I don't care.

Ivanova to C & C. Patch me through
to Ambassador Delenn's quarters.

Stand by.

I hope you're right about getting us
in and out of there in one piece.

Because if we go down in Z'Ha'Dum,
nobody's gonna come after us.

- They're ready to enter normal space.
- You set?

I'll start jamming them
as soon as we come out of hyperspace.

I don't know how long I can hold them off,
but I'll do the best I can.

All right.
Take us in.

- Scanning all frequencies.
- Anything?

Nothing that I can recognize.

Lyta, are they aware of us yet?

Lyta?

Are they aware of us?

- Are you all right?
- Hurry.

I can feel them.

Open up a channel.
Use the frequency for the captain's link.

- They might pick it up.
- We'll take that chance.

Ivanova to Sheridan. This is lvanova
to Sheridan. Can you receive?

Lvanova to Sheridan. If you can receive this,
please send us a signal.

Keep sending it.

Are you getting anything?
Can you feel him?

No.

John...

...we're here.

Can you hear us?

John, can you hear us?
We've come to take you home.

Send us a word and we will hear it.

Think of me and we will feel it.

We will find you.

John...

...are you there?

Can you hear me?

They heard us.

They know we're here.

The Eye...

...is looking for us.

I've felt this before.

I've been here before.

Did you hear that?
It knows our names.

Take us down.

Take us...

What, what happened?
How did we...?

I was concerned that there might be a fight
upon arrival. In the event that something...

...might happen to me, I programmed
the computer to return home...

...if I did not touch this control
once every two standard minutes.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. Tired.

I'll be all right in a minute.

- You heard it then too.
- Yes.

It knew everything about me.
It was calling to me.

I would've gone down there
if we hadn't...

- What...? What did it say to you?
- Nothing I can put into words.

A voice of infinite sadness.

- It spoke in the voice of my father.
- And mine.

- Lennier, get us the hell out of here.
- Initiating...

..."getting the hell out of here" maneuver.
- Did you monitor...

...until the last possible minute?
- Yes, I did. There was no signal.

I'm sorry, Delenn.

Yes.

- You're late.
- I'm sorry. They had a hard time...

...finding me a place to stay
on the grounds, so I had to go way...

Vir, Vir.

Oh, my.

Every time I find one listening device
and remove it, they plant another.

- But we can talk for now.
- What's this all about?

Emperor Cartagia is insane.

He has made a deal with these Shadows,
allowing them a base here...

...in the belief that they will grant him
godhood, like the emperors of old.

He wants to be immortal, to be worshipped.
And he does not care who pays the price...

...for his deification.
- Does anyone else know about this?

Vir, when you are mad
you say these things...

...the same way that you and I talk about
the weather. Of course the others know.

But they are afraid to move against him.

Whoever does so
will almost certainly be k*lled.

- That would be a drawback.
- These creatures must be driven away...

...before it's too late.
We must stop Cartagia, no matter the cost.

The cost.
That would be the dying thing, right?

Vir, it is a terrible truth...

...but as one accumulates power,
one loses friends.

One only has those who wish to use you,
and those you wish to use.

And yet, in all of this,
you have somehow managed...

...to walk through the corridors of power
and not be touched.

I can only assume
you have not been paying attention.

And still, the hideous truth is...

...you are the closest thing I have
to a friend.

I am as shocked and dismayed by this
as you are, but there it is.

I need a friend, Vir.
And I need a patriot.

And you are both.

Will you help me? Please?

If you had any doubt
what my answer would be...

...would you have asked me
to come this far?

No, no, I wouldn't have.

And now we must do everything we can
to save our world.

You and I, Vir...

...must k*ll Emperor Cartagia.

Good morning.
The time is 0530, Earth standard time.

You have the following messages:

Message from Ambassador Delenn.
Message from Marcus Cole.

Message from station security.
Message from dockers' guild.

You have the following meetings:

Commander's personal log.

I wish it didn't have to be like this,
but I can't keep on denying it.

The captain's dead...

...and I have to accept that.

What matters now
is finishing the work that he began.

I have some ideas how to do that,
but I'm gonna need some help.

I think I know where to go to find it.

I have to let him go...

...and just get on with the work.

I think...

I hope...

...it's what he would've wanted.

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

- How did I get here?
- You were born.

- Why am I alive?
- Well...

...that is the question, isn't it?

Do you mind if I share your fire?

No.
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