Born to the Purple (1994)
Ambassador Mollari. We need to talk about the Euphrates treaty.
My dear Sinclair, this is hardly the time or the place.
But you've been ducking me on this for a week.
Now, I expect you in the Council Chambers at 10 tomorrow morning to begin formal negotiations with the Narn.
Unless of course you wish to pursue the wise course and cede all claim to the Euphrates sector.
I would rather kiss a Jovian tree worm.
You have kissed worse things in your times, Mollari.
Yes, and you can kiss my plump Centauri....
Gentlemen this is what I've been waiting for.
Please, sit down, don't miss this.
Is she not perfection?
Gentlemen, of all things in life... are females not the finest?
On that, Mollari, we can at least agree.
I am Ko D'Ath, the new head of your diplomatic staff.
Yes, I wasn't expecting you for several yea- days.
I was eager to begin my duties here, so I booked early transport.
Mr. Garibaldi said that I would find you in this...
...establishment. Ah yes, Mr. Garibaldi, he's most helpful.
Hey, hot spots, how about you and me blow this joint and go play a little "Scan the Sector"?
You must be fatigued from your long journey.
Allow me to show you to your quarters.
You know, sometimes I almost feel sorry for G'Kar.
It was the dawn of the Third Age of mankind...
...10 years after the Earth-Minbari War.
The Babylon Project was a dream given form.
Its goal: to prevent another war by creating a place where humans and aliens could work out their differences peacefully.
It's a port of call, home away from home for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs and wanderers.
Humans and aliens, wrapped in 2,500,000 tons of spinning metal, all alone in the night.
It can be a dangerous place.
But it's our last, best hope for peace.
This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations.
The year is 2258.
The name of the place is Babylon 5.
Com check, all channels.
Communications check commencing.
What the hell?
Garibaldi to Sinclair.
Commander, I turned up an unauthorized transmission to Earth on Gold Channels last night.
Run it by the EO. I'll check back with you when I can.
This delay is quite insufferable Commander.
As ambassador of the Narn regime, I demand Ambassador Mollari be censured for his flouting of protocol.
I'll be glad to censure him when he gets here.
Mr. Cotto? Yes?
Please try the ambassador again.
I tried three times, there's still no answer from his quarters.
Then try him again.
If you'll excuse me for a moment.
Yeah? Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you all right? Yeah. I just had to get some distance.
Too much strong emotion in close proximity is hard to block.
These talks are very important to you, aren't they?
Earth Central wants a peaceful settlement. And so do I It'll show them Babylon 5 is doing the job it was meant to do.
If you can get the Narn and the Centauri cooperate.
Londo and G'Kar know a peaceful solution in the Euphrates sector solution would benefit them more than a conflict. That's where you come in. You're my peeler.
You're gonna peel away their lies until they're left with that inescapable truth.
Sounds like you got a good shot. I do.
If Londo ever shows up.
For a moment there I thought I was dead.
You seemed alive enough a few minutes ago.
You make me alive, you fountain of passion.
It's the least I can do for the Republic, Ambassador.
Ah see now I hate it when you call me that.
Your title pleases me.
Just as it does you.
So it's my title you wanted all along?
I want no more than I'm getting.
And what is it that you're getting, Adira.
A washed-up old republican... dreaming of better days?
These are my better days, Londo... thanks to you.
You're needed and I have to go.
All right, I'm coming.
What do you want, you moon-faced assassin of joy?
Ambassador, you were supposed to begin negotiation with the Narns over an hour ago.
Commander Sinclair is quite beside himself.
Well, it does G'Kar good to wait.
But you can tell Sinclair I'll be there shortly.
And, Vir. Yes, sir?
Have some hot jala waiting for me. Yes, yes sir.
You're overreacting, Mr. Garibaldi, there could be any number of reasons for this communications anomaly.
Such as? Computer error, magnetic pulse.
I checked that.
Well maybe one of the ambassadors is trying to save a few credits again or perhaps it's what us Russian pilots used to call "gremlins."
Lt. Commander, Gold Channels are priority access, useable only by express permission of Commander Sinclair.
No one, outside of ambassadors and the senior officers, even know they exist.
If someone's hacked into them, communications security is at risk.
The Pireaus is requesting clearance to depart.
Re-route the Balosian freighter to dock H and inform the Pireaus she may depart at 1200.
Mr Garibaldi, I know it's a problem, but one transmission is not a conspiracy.
Now, you've informed me as the Commander ordered and I will attend to it when my other duties permit.
In the mean time, I suggest you monitor the Gold Channels more closely in case there's a second occurrence.
I've already seen to it.
Well, then thankfully there's no further need for us to chat.
You have my abject apologies.
I was delayed on an important matter of state.
Ah, the impressive Ms. Ko D'Ath.
So good to see you again.
You are a treasure, Vir.
Well. Shall we begin?
Feeling happy, are we? Trakis!
I take it all is going well with the ambassador?
Then why haven't you got the purple files from him yet?
He doesn't trust me. You forget your place, Centauri.
A slave must never lie to her master.
You know why a drunken fool like Mollari has the power he has?
Because his family has been collecting dirt on other families for years.
Like all the noble houses of the great Centauri Republic.
That's how they play the game, isn't it?
Whispers in the dark. A knife in the back.
Not all Centauri play such games.
Yes, and they wind up like you, without family... prestige or power.
Those files can bring down any house in the republic.
The Narn will pay well for that data... and I want it... tonight.
Use the mind probe.
You know how.
Cheer up. It's not so bad.
After you've done your job, you'll have your freedom.
Ambassador Mollari will have his memories...
...and I'll have the Centauri Empire by its mighty throat.
Oh I haven't seen these since I left Davo. Where did you get them?
I had them grown for you.
What's this? Open it and find out.
It's from the earliest days of the republic.
It belonged to a matriarch of my family.
A woman of wisdom and strength, grace, and great beauty.
I've had it for many years.
I can't take it.
Oh, but you must.
And you know how stubborn I am. Come on.
Well... should I order us some supper?
You must be hungry. Famished.
And after spending a day dealing with Ambassador G'Kar, I long to sink my teeth into something.
But why don't we go out?
You're not serious? Yes.
I've already made the reservation at Fresh Air.
That's the finest restaurant on Babylon 5.
What if we're seen together? What will people say?
They'll say, "Ambassador Mollari is a most fortunate man."
We Centauri live our lives for appearances.
Positions, status, title.
These are things by which we define ourselves.
But when I look beneath the mask I am forced to wear...
I see only emptiness.
And then I think of you and I say
"To hell with appearances."
Gold Channel opened.
Tracking program commencing.
Channels locked in.
Belcort line 57930.
Got you now, you- - Warning.
Intrusion Countermeasure Electronics in use.
Damn! Damn damn
This place is marvelous.
After the effort you put in today, I felt you deserved it.
Oh, they were quite a mind full. I haven't sensed so many lies since working for the Political Bureau. And Londo.
What about him? Well, his thoughts, they were... intensely....
I'm not surprised.
Garibaldi, why are your fingers on my console?
Our gremlins made another call. Did you track it?
Got a prefix on a Russian consortium then I hit a wall program hard. Blacked my board.
If he used I.C.E., then you've got him, it'll show up on a scan.
System clear. No illegal programs detected.
What? That's not possible.
Display all data on unauthorized Gold Channel transmissions.
No unauthorized transmissions logged.
Are you sure this isn't just a figment of your demented imagination?
A cry for help, perhaps?
Did you enjoy the dinner?
It was wonderful.
Why don't you... make yourself more comfortable... while I finish the drinks?
A capital idea.
To many such evenings.
Londo, can you hear me?
Adira, my dove.
...tell me the access code for your purple files.
Tell me now!
Wine... women... song.
Wine, women, song.
Purple files accessed.
Transfer all data to crystal port.
Transfer of data complete.
I'm sorry, Londo.
Assassin, villain! Stop that infernal bleeping!
Oh, my head.
Ambassador, you ordered me to rouse you for the negotiations.
Quietly, though, Vir. Quietly.
My brain feels like it's been sucked out through my ear.
Get my coat, will you? Yes, ambassador!
Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all night.
- Did you get Mollari's files? Yes.
- I'll be there at once. No!
Londo may come looking for me here.
I'll meet you on the Zocalo, near the Galactic Boutique.
Ten minutes. Don't be late.
Ambassador, I really think we need to be going.
Vir, I had a thought.
Why don't you represent our republic in the talks today?
Me? Yes, why not?
You know the situation as well as I. It's the perfect opportunity to get your feet moist, as the Earthlings say.
I actually don't think it's a wise idea for-
Nonsense! I have every confidence in you which is why I am giving you full ambassadorial authority.
Be proud, my boy. You are now the voice of the mighty Centauri Empire!
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
That's the spirit! Go now!
I'll be along later to see how you're doing.
And, Vir. Yes, sir?
Don't give away the homeworld. No, of course not.
Hey, who you pushing, cork-face? Out of my way.
She's not there, ambassador.
My name is Trakis.
We have a great deal in common. Adira has betrayed us both.
There's a transport leaving for Davo tomorrow.
If I can get there Trakis will never find me.
Can you book passage for me? Of course.
And don't worry. You'll be safe at my place until then.
Adira, a Narn agent?
You must be mad. She is Centauri.
Don't be a fool, ambassador.
If those files wind up in the hands of your enemies, your career...
...and your republic will be finished.
And what is your concern in all of this?
I'm simply protecting my interests... and my property.
She's a slave?
Duly contracted by the laws of your own republic.
And by those same laws, as her owner...
...I can be held responsible for any crime she commits.
She's used you, just as she's used everyone in her life.
You must find her!
Get out. She lied to you.
She didn't care for you, she... I said, get out.
Commander are we to suffer through another long delay thanks to the Centauri ambassador?
Commander. Ambassador G'Kar.
Where is Ambassador Mollari?!
Oh, Ambassador Mollari is busy with other important matters, but he has given me full authority to negotiate on behalf of the Centauri Republic.
What, are you serious?
You expect me to negotiate with this- this underling?
In the interests of all our governments perhaps we can begin the talks while Ambassador Mollari is found.
Commander I have done my best to cooperate, but this latest insult cannot be tolerated.
I shall return, but when Ambassador Mollari is here, and not before!
In the meantime, Ko D'Ath will represent the Narn Regime.
Thank you, ambassador!
I shall endeavor to represent our people to the best of my ability.
Just don't give away the homeworld.
Keep them talking. I'm going to find Londo and bring him here.
What if he refuses?
Then I hurt him.
Access to purple files confirmed.
Whatever it is Commander, I don't have the time.
Londo I don't wanna hear about it.
You turned these talks into a joke and that joke may harm a dozen worlds.
Now I don't know what's-
I know! I know, I have been a fool and all because of a pretty face.
Sinclair, I beseech you. Help me. What are you talking about?
Adira, she has stolen something from me something that could shake the very foundation of the Centauri Republic and cost me my career!
Have you reported this to security?
No, I can't. If it becomes official, my government is certain hear of it.
This calls for the highest discretion. And Sinclair, only you...
...my good and dear friend, can help me.
If I do...
...will you agree to my compromise on the Euphrates treaty?
I'll even seal it with a kiss. That should make G'Kar's day.
Now let me do the talking. I know how to handle these types.
Club doesn't open for an hour.
We merely wish to speak with some of the dancers.
This ain't no data bank, Porky.
You wanna see dancers, come back in an hour.
My good fellow, we don't wish to cause any trouble.
Too late, numbo.
Well, do something!
Argo was right about you, Ock. You run things tough.
Argo Big Belly from Red Five. You know him?
Well enough to know you don't call him that to his face.
Last one who did wound up an entrée in the alien sector.
Yeah, Argo has a bad temper. So, what is it you want?
Well we're looking to hire some dancers for a private show.
Argo said you had the best, but.... He's right.
Norg! Get the girls out here.
Have yourself a good look. When you're done, we'll talk price.
I'm stunned. How did you do that?
I like to know all there is to know about Babylon 5 and Garibaldi's files are very thorough.
Now, this is my department.
Ladies, we need some information about Adira Tyree.
She's not in her quarters, but it's imperative that we find her... immediately.
Adira has a friend named Gera Akshi. They roomed together for a while.
And where might we find that friend?
She lives somewhere in Brown 6, I think.
Many complications. Price high.
I'll pay for it.
Just have your men delay Mollari and Sinclair until you have the girl.
Kill them if you have to. Trouble, maybe?
If there is, I'll double the price...
...when I have the girl and the data crystal in hand.
How we gonna find this friend of Adira's?
I have a friend or two down here myself.
I take it these are not them?
Who sent these men, Londo? It can only have been Trakis, that worm!
Property secured. Abort mission.
They got the woman.
Looks like Trakis has your dancer.
Chief, we've had a report of heavy weapon fire in Brown 7. I want you to check it out.
And don’t worry. I'll keep watch for your gremlin.
This is Garibaldi. Send a team to Brown 7. Code 10-57 Violet.
Computer, monitor Gold Channels and locate Lt. Commander lvanova.
According to the station logs, nothing's left Babylon 5 for the past two hours.
That means Adira and your files are still aboard.
No doubt in the hands of that villain Trakis.
I could arrest him.
There are enough charges. All of which hinge on my testimony.
When the homeworld hears of this, I will be on a slow ship to oblivion.
Besides, he might harm Adira.
Londo, she's the one who got you in this mess.
I know. I know!
There must be some other way.
All right. I have an idea.
Gold Channel opened.
Alright, Lieutenant Gremlin, this time your butt is mine.
Load Icebreaker program and track transmission.
I.C.E. in use.
Gold Channel opened.
He's come out of the coma, but I'm afraid his condition's much worse.
- You only have a few minutes, at best. I understand.
Is that you, Susan?
Dear God, I never thought that I'd see your face again.
It makes this easier.
...I know I haven't been the best of fathers to you.
But when your mother...
...passed on and your brother was killed in the war...
...I was too wrapped up in my own grief... to pay attention to your needs.
And when you joined Earthforce against my wishes...
You don't have to say this, father.
Yes, I must.
There's no more time.
I want you to know... how proud I am of you, Susan.
I always have been.
But a father should give his daughter love... as well as respect, and in that...
I failed you.
You haven't called me that since I was....
Your proposal is most interesting, Commander.
But why should you wish to provide me with an advantage over Ambassador Mollari?
Not you Ambassador, us.
My government wants certain concessions in the Euphrates sector.
And I'm sure the Narn will be grateful for any help?
Oh, the gratitude of the Narn is well-known throughout the galaxy.
But how may I be certain the merchandise is genuine?
Ms. Winters will sit in and make sure the seller is dealing truthfully.
Earth Alliance will pay her fee, of course.
Acceptable. Then we have a deal?
Let us say rather, an understanding.
I never knew you could be so devious, Commander.
Coming from you, that's a real compliment.
I won't do it. It's counter to all Psi Corps regulations to interfere in personal matters.
Ms Winters, the life of a woman is at stake... to say nothing of my career.
Is he serious about that woman's life?
All right. But I won't break Psi Corps rules.
The information must come only from Trakis surface thoughts. No deliberate probes.
But certainly his thoughts will all be on the deal.
There is a way.
Ambassador G'Kar? A great pleasure.
This is Ms. Winters, our resident telepath.
You said nothing about this.
Oh, it's standard procedure in such dealings.
I don't like anyone playing around in my head.
I won't be.
My purpose here is to verify the merchandise.
So it's imperative that you do not think of anything else such as the source of the information your intent in selling it or where Adira Tyree is now. What?
What is it?
The Alien Sector, somewhere on level four.
Security, she's in the Alien Sector, level four.
That is for Adira.
And this is for me.
My dear, G'Kar, how can I ever thank you? You have saved my career...
...and the honor of the entire Centauri Republic.
Mr. Garibaldi, shouldn't you be in Brown 7?
It's taken care of.
Is there anything else?
My gremlin made another call and this time I tracked it.
You're not gonna believe this...
...but it was just what you originally said.
A computer error.
I fixed it and I don't think it'll happen again.
No, it won't.
Buy you a drink?
I'm on duty.
Maybe some other time.
So you're going back to Davo?
Well you should be just in time for the blooming of the Star Laces.
I never wanted to hurt you. Adira...
I am an old man.
I've been in love many times, and I have been hurt many times.
...Commander Sinclair convinced Trakis to cancel your contract.
He can be a frightening man, that one.
Londo... thank you.
Transport to Aries Sector now boarding through Gate 3.
That's my ship.
Adira... you could stay.
Now that we have seen beneath our masks...
...we can have great times together. We- Londo...
...you're sweet, but the wounds are too fresh.
All right... then take this.
And wear it proudly as a free woman.
And someday... come back to me.
Goodbye... my ambassador.