02x21 - Comes the Inquisitor

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Does anyone here truly believe the Centauri will stop now that they've seized our territory?

We are only the beginning.

You, all of you are next! Look, what happened was between you and the Centauri.



- It has nothing to do with us.



- Not now, but soon it will.

Yes, for a moment their g*ns are silent but when they see they've been able to do this to us without interference their eye will turn to you.

You sit in silence today, but tomorrow that will change.

Are you willing to sacrifice all that you are to keep all that you have?

G'Kar, this is pointless.

Why do you embarrass yourself like this in public?

They must know that our voice can still be heard in the streets, in their sleep.

We must keep reminding the others that we exist! We are still here! If they forget about us, then we are truly beyond rescue.

G'Kar, please come.

There is a meeting.

All right.

Lennier said you were calling for me.

Yes.

Is there something wrong?

You, perhaps.

We have sent for an inquisitor.

An inquisitor.

Why?

To be sure about you.

You will submit to his authority.

How will I know who it is?

You will know, if you survive.

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

A self

- contained world, fiive 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 w*r 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.

I'm not entirely sure I understand, Delenn.

You can tell me that someone is coming to see you and you have business together and that you want him passed through customs without incident.

But you can't tell me who it is or why he's coming.

I know it's asking much of you, captain.

Delenn, asking is not a problem, not for you.

Not after everything that we've gone through lately.

I'm just, you know, trying to understand.

Ambassador Kosh has doubts.

About what?

Doubt is the wrong word.

He wishes confirmation.

It's the same thing.

Excuse me.

As I understand it Ambassador Kosh and the Vorlons are crucial to the big w*r that's coming.

Now, if he is worried about something, I want to hear about it.

Ambassador Kosh is unsure about me.

You?

Why on earth

-

- ?

By aligning myself with you and with Kosh I have placed myself in the center of the coming storm.

Kosh must be certain that my choice was correct and made for the right reasons.

If you do the right thing for the wrong reasons the work becomes corrupted, impure, and ultimately self

- destructive.

Ambassador Kosh wishes confirmation that the right people are in the right place at the right time.

Whoever's coming will help him decide if you're one of these right people?

How?

Delenn, if there's anything that I can do.

No.

What I must do, I must do alone.

I have agreed to this of my own free will.

Please do not interfere, no matter what happens.

What do you have for me, Mr.

Chase?

What I have is what you want, provided the money's right.

I need weapons light munitions that can be smuggled in or dropped from low

- altitude shuttles.

r*fles, mines, pulse g*ns, PPGs, jamming equipment.

I thought the w*r was over.

You were misinformed.

Our tactics have changed, but the fight continues.

An underground resistance.

Good luck, G'Kar.

You're gonna need it.

My luck is my concern.

I told you what I want.

Can you provide it or shall I inquire elsewhere?

I can handle it, but these things don't come cheap.

That's the best I can do.

Too high.

Suit yourself.

There's a lot of risk involved, you know.

I note that many of these weapons are the very ones we sold Earth during your w*r with the Minbari.

Our asking price was far less than what you are charging me to buy them back.

Things are getting very tense out there.

Right now it's a seller's market.

But don't ever let it be said that I'm unsympathetic.

Knock 1 0 percent off the top.

Let me think about it.

Suit yourself, but when I come back tomorrow, it'll be full price.

I'll put 50 percent of the fee into your account as a deposit.

The rest payable upon delivery.

Done.

Good doing business with you.

Mr.

Chase the money to buy these weapons comes from the life savings of Narn who were able to escape the Centauri occupation.

It is a limited resource, purchased with blood.

If it should be squandered or stolen be assured that while your body might one day be found it could never be identified from what's left.

Jumpgate sequence activated.

We've got a ship coming in.

Signature and frequency.



- It's a Vorlon transport.



- I didn't know Ambassador Kosh had left.

He didn't.

lvanova to Sheridan.

Sheridan here.

Captain, have I got something for you.



- You sure you don't want me to wait?



- No, it's fine.

I'll take care of the paperwork.

Thanks.

I believe I am expected.

I don't suppose you'd mind telling me why you were on a Vorlon transport.

I would, actually.

Aside from Babylon 5, I didn't know the Vorlons had any contact with humans.

No, I'm sure you didn't.

Where is Delenn?

I'll send for her when we're finished.

Nothing changes.

Corruption, immorality, chaos.

When were you last on Earth?

Long ago.

Long ago.



- You've been to their home planet?



- Who?



- The Vorlons.



- Yes.



- You've seen what they really look like.



- Yes.



- Stand still for a second!

- I don't have time.



- I want to know

-

-

- The truth?

You're not ready for the truth.

The facts?

If that is the only way to get to my work yes, the Vorlons have been to Earth.

The Vorlons have been everywhere.

The Vorlons are.

My name is Sebastian.

I resided at 14B, Heresford Lane in London in the year of our Lord 1888.

I was found by the Vorlons, taken and brought into their service.

They told me about everything.

And the scales fell from my eyes and were opened to a universe of majesty and terror that you could never imagine.

They call upon me when I am needed and preserve me when I am not.

And they have called upon me now for this interrogation.

You will allow me to finish the work that has brought me here or you will let me leave because either way I have told you all that I intend to.

If you'll follow me.

Listen, word's getting around that you've been buying weapons for use back home.



- Is this true?



- Mr.

Garibaldi I've been on this station long enough to know you don't ask leading questions unless you know the answers.

So why don't we just pretend I've lied about it you've caught me in your web of ineluctable logic and cut to the point.

I know the captain's given his promise of support but he doesn't want to compromise the security of Babylon 5 in the process.

You wanna outfit an army, fine.

Knock yourself out.

I don't want those weapons coming through here.

Otherwise, this place is gonna go straight to hell.

We are already, as you so quaintly put it, "going straight to hell.

" You cannot escape what's coming.

No, maybe not.

But there's nothing wrong with getting a good head start.

I mean it, G'Kar.

I appreciate what you're going through, but don't go up against me on this.

You'll lose.

Thanks.

By the way I think you might find this of interest.

What is it?

I've got an old buddy that runs a transfer station in Sector 90.

It's all by itself right near a jumpgate.

Half the stuff he handles is illegal goods, but he pays off all the right people.

I figure with all that traffic, who'll notice a few more crates.

I've already spoken to him.

He'll bring through whatever you need, no charge.

Why?

He owes me a favor, and now we're even.

I meant, why are you doing this?

Because you didn't lie to me.

But you must have known that ahead of time.

Like you said, I never start a discussion unless I know where it's going but I always leave a little room for someone to disappoint me.

Thanks for not doing it.

The one you've been waiting for is here.

Took us a while to fiind what he wanted.

A place where you two wouldn't be disturbed.

He's waiting for you now in Grey 19.

Thank you, captain.

Delenn are you sure you want to do this?

I've spent some time with him and I don't like what I see.

I'm sure it will be fiine, captain.

Thank you for your help.

That's far enough.

Put them on.

The manacles are made for you.

You can remove them at any time, but if you do so you admit failure and defeat and will stand before the Vorlon as inadequate for the task ahead.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Who are you?

I am Delenn.

Unacceptable answer.

I already know your name.

Who are you?

Delenn.

If you repeat an unacceptable answer, the penalty will be increased.

Who are you?

I

-

- I'm the ambassador for Minbar.

Unacceptable.

That is only your title what other people call you when you choose to hide behind formalities.

Who are you?

I

-

- I'm the daughter of

-

- Unacceptable.

What a sad thing you are.

Unable to answer even such a simple question without falling back on references and genealogies and what other people call you.

Have you nothing of your own?

Nothing to stand on that is not provided, defined delineated, stamped, sanctioned numbered and approved by others?

How can you be expected to fight for someone else when you haven't the fairest idea who you are?

Do you know how many have stood before me as you stand now?

Proud, defiant, full of their own bloated self

- importance.

Confident that they are chosen, special favored of God.

All of them have broken.

And better for everyone that they did.

Better to spare others the illusion of false hope.

You have the audacity to presume that you are on a mission from God.

Embarked upon a holy cause.

I don't believe it.

And by the time you leave here neither will you.

It is even possible that you may die here.

What purpose will be served by k*lling me?

I would not k*ll you.

You can remove the manacles at any time.

But that would mean admitting your error.

Admitting you are not worthy enough or strong enough for the task ahead.

And pride will prevent you from doing that.

If you believe you are the chosen, then you must risk everything on the premise that the universe will not let you die.

Unless you're wrong.

And here, now, together we will find out once and for all.

Mr.

Cotto, there you are.

I have a message for Ambassador Mollari, a favor.

I've already told you the ambassador can do nothing for you.

I don't think you understand.

There is nothing more to say.

Good day.

Please reconsider.

Green 5.

I'm sorry.

I wish there was something that I could do, but.

I tried telling them, but they wouldn't listen.

They never listen.

I'm sorry.

Dead, dead, dead, dead dead, dead, dead, dead dead, dead, dead.

How do you apologize to them?

I can't.

Then I cannot forgive.

You don't like it here, do you?

You'd rather you were in your quarters asleep, dreaming dreams of glory.

I will go where I must.

And why not?

You are Delenn, the chosen.

You tolerate all this only by your whim.

At a word from you, all the hosts of heaven would descend and carry you up away from harm, away from this place because you have a destiny.

We all have a destiny.

Do we?

How magnanimous of you.

Sometimes we do not see it because we have been taught to believe we are not important.

Taught by people like me?

Perhaps.

But are we destroyers of dreams or protectors of the public good?

Call out, Delenn.

Call out to the universe.

If it hears you, surely it will respond.

Call out! Yes, now there we are.

Let us see if the universe responds.

Silence.

A silence as profound as when the whales swallowed Jonah.

Do you know why you're here?



- Here?



- Here, now, yes.



- I was sent.



- Here?

Yes, by Kosh.

You've answered the wrong question.

Why are you here now in this place?



- I was meant to be here.



- Meant?

By whom?



- I don't know.



- How can you be sure?



- I don't know.



- No, you don't.



- It doesn't matter.



- What do you mean?



- If I believe I'm here now for a reason

-

-

- And if the world says otherwise?



- Then the world is wrong!

- And Delenn is right?

But perhaps the world is right and Delenn is wrong.

Have you ever considered that?

Have you?

Yes.

Sometimes.

Then there may yet be hope for you.

As a reward I allow you 1 0 minutes' rest.

We are in the process of developing an underground communications net to Homeworld so we can coordinate the drops, time, location.

What about the weapons?

The weapons have proven to be more expensive than we had anticipated.

Five hundred thousand credits for the initial shipment.

I know it's a lot but until we can find alternate resources, we must all sacrifice.

How do we know the weapons will reach Narn?

I have given my word.

It's not your word we question, G'Kar.

It's your ability to deliver on your promises.

Perhaps someone else might do a better job.

If my word is not sufficient, what is?

Ever since Homeworld fell, we've not been able to reach anyone back home.

We don't know if our families are dead or alive.

All communication has been cut off except for official Centauri channels.

But if you can't get a message through why should we believe you can get weapons through?

If we are ever to win back our world, we must be united.

We cannot afford the luxury of conflict.

If I can get word from your family will you and the others accept my leadership?

Yes.

And if you can't, will you step aside for another?

You will have the message within 24 standard hours.

Do you know what your problem is, Delenn?

You are a piece of the machine that thinks it is the whole of the machine.

The flute that believes itself the symphony.

You have malfunctioned.

Admit it, and you will feel better.

Your only destiny is to be the nail that gets hammered down.

Bang, bang, bang.

You're being a fool.

Then I am a fool.

But it's better to be what I am than what you are.

And what am I?

Please, tell me.

You are a creature who has received pain and given pain and taken too much joy in its application.

You have aspired to dreams and been disappointed because you are not strong enough or worthy enough or right enough.

So you lash out at anyone who believes they can make a difference because it reminds you of your own failure.

You have to prove they're just as bad, just as flawed as you are.

Am I close, Mr.

Sebastian?

Bang.

Who are you?

I am Delenn.

And you have a destiny?



- Yes.



- No.

Be a nice Minbari.

Conform.

Be quiet.

Admit you are inadequate.



- No.



- Bang! I can feel your heart, Delenn.

I can hold it here in my hand.

I can close my fist around it.

Do you feel your heart, Delenn?

Feel it slowing?

Slowing.

I can stop it.

Another inch, and I will.

I know it is much to ask, captain, but my time is short and my resources few.

A word from home, once the simplest convenience now the only hope I have of retaining control over my people.

What you're asking is difficult at best.

We haven't heard anything directly from Narn since the Centauri took over.

They say they'll open regular channels within weeks.

Not soon enough.

I need this now.

Here is all the information on the family that needs to be contacted.

If there's any way you can help.

I'll do what I can.



- So, what do you think?



- I think he's in trouble.

No, I meant about using the Rangers for this job.

Send them into a w*r zone?

Captain, I don't think they're ready.

It's about time they got ready.

We can't just keep planning and watching forever.

Now, G'Kar is a known quantity.

If he loses credibility, we have no idea who the local Narns might put up as a leader.

We have a vested interest in keeping him where he is.

Tell the Rangers to find these people, get a message from them.

I'll do my best.

That's all I want.

Delenn?

Delenn! No, no, no.

No, you shouldn't be here.

He'll be back soon.

If he finds you

-

- I've got to get you out of here.

This is insane.

What does he want?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He asks the same question over and over.

I still don't know why or what he wants.

This doesn't make any sense.

How can I pass the test if I do not understand the rules?

Please, you have to go.

Quickly.

Not without you.

If I leave, I will have failed you and Kosh, and I will have failed everyone.

If you care for me, you can't let that happen.

Please, go! Please, go.

Go, go.

Captain.

Captain Sheridan! Mr.

Lennier, what can I do for you?

Defy Kosh.

You're the only one who can.

You're the only one he'll listen to.

Why?

What's

-

- ?

It's Ambassador Delenn.

The lnquisitor I think he's k*lling her.

I'm afraid this isn't going to work out for you, Delenn.

It's not really your fault.

Your fate was dictated long ago.

It's all in the hands of others.

You were doomed from the moment of your birth.

And the final player in our little drama arrives at last.

Leave her alone.

Why?

Just do it! What is she to you?

I don't have to answer your questions.

No, you don't.

Your turn now.

You said you didn't have to answer any of my questions.

But there's no reason to exclude you from our deliberations.

You're linked at the hip, just as bad as she is.

But you're not just a dreamer.

You're a soldier.

How far are you prepared to go?

How much are you prepared to risk?

How many people are you prepared to sacrifice for victory?

Are you willing to die friendless, alone, deserted by everyone?

That's what may be required of you in the w*r that is to come.

Go to hell.

This is hell, captain.

And you are its chief damned soul.

What about the people you work with, the people you call friends?

Are you willing to sacrifice them?

What about your family?

What about your gods?

What about truth?

What about blood?

What about right?

What about wrong?

What about your future?

What about faith?

What about sin?

What about hell?

What about death?



- What about etern

-

- ?



- Enough! Your quarrel is with me! You were sent to investigate me.

Let him go.

If you want to take someone, then take me.

Well, well.

A mutual admiration and sacrificial society.

And what is he to you?

None of your concern.

Don't listen to him, Delenn.

Just get the hell out of here now! Go on! One single move, a gesture and his life is snuffed out.

Or yours.

You would trade your life for his?

I thought you had a destiny.

Is that destiny not worth one life?

If I fall, another will take my place.

And another, and another.

But your great cause?

This is my cause! Life! One life or a billion, it's all the same! Then you make the sacrifice willingly.



- Yes.



- No fame.

No armies or banners or cities to celebrate your name.

You will die alone and unremarked and forgotten.

This body is only a shell.

You cannot touch me.

You cannot harm me.

I'm not afraid.

Delenn, are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Good.

What happened?



- I'm not entirely sure.



- What?

Come on.

You can go.

You've passed, both of you.

Passed what?

How do you know the chosen ones?

No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his brother.

Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame.

For one person.

In the dark, where no one will ever know or see.

I have been in the service of the Vorlons for centuries looking for you.

Diogenes with his lamp looking for an honest man willing to die for all the wrong reasons.

At last, my job is finished.

Yours is just beginning.

When the darkness comes, know this.

You are the right people in the right place, at the right time.

I checked in with Bay 25.

The Vorlon ship can leave in a couple of hours.

Ivanova, how extensive are our history files?

Earth or alien?

Earth, 19th

- century England.

Not a problem.

What're you looking for?

I want to verify a name and an address.

around 1888.

Name?

Sebastian.

First or last?

I don't know.

This may take a while.

We've kept everyone together.

Na'La was hurt during the att*ck but she's fiine now.

Wejust found out today that your father is alive.

Thank G'Quan.

We miss you and hope you are well.

Try not to worry.

We will survive.

You've kept your promise.

My family is alive.

Thank you.

We will not question you, G'Kar.

We are with you.

Your ship's ready to go.

I've taken care of all the clearances.

Thank you.

Mr.

Sebastian.

I did a little digging, based on what you told me.

The records confirm you lived on Earth in London in the year 1888.

The records also indicate that you vanished, suddenly without a trace, on November 11 th, 1888.

It's a very interesting date, Mr.

Sebastian.

The morning after the last in a string of murders in the West End.

The city was drowning in decay, chaos, immorality.

A message needed to be sent, etched in blood for all the world to see.

A warning.

In the pursuit of my holy cause I did things terrible things, unspeakable things.

The world condemned me, but it didn't matter because I believed I was right and the world was wrong.

I believed I was the divine messenger.

I believed I was

-

- Chosen?

I was found by the Vorlons.

They showed me the terrible depth of my mistake.

My crimes.

My presumption.

I have done 400 years of penance in their service.

A job for which they said I was ideally suited.

Now perhaps they will finally let me die.

I think that might be wise.

Good luck to you in your holy cause, Captain Sheridan.

May your choices have better results than mine.

Remembered not as a messenger, remembered not as a reformer not as a prophet, not as a hero not even as Sebastian.

Remembered only as Jack.