Babylon 51994

Voice:
Please restrain yourself, Mr. Garibaldi, or you will hurt yourself. We can't allow that.

Michael Garibaldi:
[pacing the room] Yeah? Why not?

Voice:
We have orders.

Michael Garibaldi:
[intercut as if he's asked this many times] Orders? Whose orders? *Orders*? Whose orders? *Whose orders?*

Voice:
We can't tell you that. You must know that by now.

Michael Garibaldi:
Look, just - *What do you want from me?*

Voice:
We want to know what you remember after being taken from Babylon 5.

Michael Garibaldi:
I told you, I don't remember anything!

Voice:
Your vital signs indicate you're being somewhat less than honest. You're just trying to avoid discomfort by telling us what you think we want to hear.

Michael Garibaldi:
[sarcastic] Why would I do that, huh? Maybe because you got me stuck in this tomb? I don't know where the hell I'm at? Maybe figuring out what *you want* is the only way out? Well, *silly me*!

Voice:
[intercut as if he's been told this many times] Don't think, Mr. Garibaldi. Don't think, Mr. Garibaldi. Just tell us the truth.

Michael Garibaldi:
Aw, gimme a break!

Voice:
What happened after you left Babylon 5?

Michael Garibaldi:
I *told* you I don't remember!

Voice:
What happened after...

Michael Garibaldi:
[enraged] *I said I don't remember!*

Voice:
What happened?

[Garibaldi rips a piece off the chair in the center of the room and begins punctuating his words by battering the rest of the chair with it]

Michael Garibaldi:
I *don't*...

Voice:
What happened?

Michael Garibaldi:
...*remember*...

Voice:
Stop that, Mr. Garibaldi!

Michael Garibaldi:
...*anything*...

[Michael bashes the door once, futilely, and then goes to work on the light fixtures, shattering them one by one, shouting incoherently]

Voice:
Stop it, Mr. Garibaldi. We can force you to behave.